Summary: Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.
Word Count: 1,138
Author’s Note: This is my first series that I’m posting on here! Please let me know what you think, I really love getting feedback.
Scotty looked up at exactly the wrong moment. Jim made a joke and the whole table burst into laughter, including you. Your beautiful eyes crinkled up and your unapologetic smile bared your gleaming teeth. You simply shone.
Scotty couldn’t even bring himself to laugh when you laid your hand on Jim’s arm, steadying yourself as you calmed. Scotty’s heart clenched painfully.
And then there was Jim, that bastard, not that it was his fault, leaning in and laughing with you, tickled to make you smile so beautifully.
Scotty mumbled an excuse and stood, dropping his napkin on his tray and leaving the table at a steady stumble, trying to navigate through the pounding of blood in his ears.
The hallway rang with silence as the mess hall doors closed behind him. Scotty looked up and down the hall, completely lost. He’s walked every single hall of this wonderful ship with you on his arm and now… what’s a man to do without you? How could he possibly move on and find some semblance of peace when you were in there laughing like that with Kirk of all people? Captain Fucking Perfect Hair with all his goodman charm and warmth…
A/n: Aye! My first song fic! I’ve never done this before so I have no clue if it’s gonna be shitty, but I’m going to what I usually do and risk it. P.s. I’ve been dying for a new Sade album bc it’s been TOO FUCKING LOONG.
time you cried: Extremely briefly, like .2 sec yesterday bc I bent too low on a sword form and I have bad knees
HAVE YOU (6-11):
dated someone twice: yes and no? it’s a very messy story that takes years to explain
kissed someone and regretted it: yes
lost someone special: yes, I lost my Great Grandmother 6 days before my birthday this year
been depressed: yes, for 5 years, but I’ve recovered and escaped the harmful situations and am as happy as ever
gotten drunk and thrown up: nope I’m a good child and I don’t need my ass beat
LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS (12-14):
olive green [that looks like vomit ew]
off white [gET THAT SHIT AWAY]
SCHOOL BUS YELLOW
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU (15-21):
made new friends: yes! I made so many over the weekend!
fallen out of love: yes, very harshly
laughed until you cried: yesterday because my friend was making us sprint after her in the hotel and we raced to the hotel room and I missed it and went past but she got in and sLAMMED IT SO LOUD THE BOYS CAME OUT and my other friend and i were on the ground laughing
found out someone was talking about you: yes but i don’t care because I like myself and if you don’t that’s not my problem
found out who your friends are: many times
kissed someone on your facebook list: yes, regrettable
how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: all 413 of them
do you have any pets: 3 doggos
do you want to change your name: no
what did you do for your last birthday: i ate at Cheesecake Factory with close friends
what time did you wake up: 7am because I wanted to say bye to my friends flying home
what were you doing at midnight last night: oh god I’m pretty sure we were messing with the boys at the hotel and being strange
name something you can’t wait for: Worlds Karate Championship 2018 and my trip to Greece and Italy next summer!!
when was the last time you saw your mom: today when I came home from camp
what’s one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wan more freedom with my mom?
what are you listening to right now: We On by BTS
have you ever talked to a person named tom: yES MY AMAZING TOUR GUIDE IN EUROPE LAST YEAR WAS NAMED TOM
most visited website: tumblr
LOST QUESTIONS (35-64):
marks: on my chin from splitting open my mouth and some others on my leg from something I don’t talk about
childhood dream: to be as cool as my parents [they were pro skydivers]
hair color: a very bright blonde
long hair or short: mid length, reaching my collarbones
do you have a crush on someone: lMAO does the guy I met this weekend count
what do you like about yourself: my bubbly personality and height
piercings: 2 ear piercings on each ear
blood type: lMAO I DONT KNOW THIS
relationship status: living with romantic dramas and single as single gets
favorite tv show: Family Guy
tattoos: not now but when i’m older yES
right or left hand: right hand
hair dyed in a different color: I’ve dyed it blue/pink, blue, and brown
sport: Tang Soo Do [its my life], cross country, track
vacation: I’ve been on a ton, but my most recent was Europe last summer, most of my trips are for karate
pair of trainers: some Nikes for cross country, like 2 pairs
MORE General (58-64):
i’m about to: go babysit
waitingfor: my babysitter to call
career: tv and media productions or family lawyer?
WHICH IS BETTER (65-73):
hugs or kisses: hugssssss
lips or eyes: eyes
shorter or taller: my height or taller, so 5′8″ or taller
older or younger: usually older or like 1 year younger
nice arms or nice stomach: nice stomach but I like nice arms too
sensitive or loud: sensitive either, but i would want a mix of both
hook up or relationship: relationship
troublemaker or hesitant: tROUBLEMAKER
HAVE YOU EVER (74-83):
kissed a stranger: nope
drank hard liquor: yes
lost glasses/contact lenses: nope I don’t have any
turned someone down: yes
sex in the first date: no
broken someone’s heart: not that I know of
had your heart broken: yes
been arrested: no, I’m innocent
cried when someone died: yes
fallen for a friend: sadly
DO YOU BELIEVE IN (84-89):
yourself: always! you have to believe yourself to be successful
miracles: not really, i think hard effort wins everything
love at first sight: lMAO WHAT A JOKE
santa claus: yes and I found out it was a lie at an Audi dealership
kiss on the firstdate: nope
favorite thing to do when you’re bored: train for karate, read, listen to music
I fell in love again with Jaebum's mind while watching JJing+. He's so charismatic and beautiful when he's in mode producer Defsoul. But when he explain the songs and I don't know.. when he talk about the process of doing things, etc.. There's so much maturity in him (in Jinyoung too) and I love when he gets all reflective :)
YES his mind is so beautiful. the way he explained what he wants to express in his songs and how he wants us to ay attention to all the lyrics, ugh. i was tearing up.
8.17.17 today I dropped a class I've been wanting to get rid of and it felt so good! We got pep band music in band today and there's so many fun songs!! Cheer practice wasn't too bad, and then I went to a thing on writing college essays at a college about 30 mins from my house. Seeing everyone in there was so nice-it reminded me that the real world isnt at all like my practically-all-white-and-straight-people high school and I'm so excited to get out there - ✨
Aye good day! Yay I love hearing about good days! Make sure you smile today and I hope tomorrow’s just as good. Actually, it’ll be better cause it’s Friday so go ahead and plan on that :D G’night love! ❤︎
Request:Imagine Juice having a fight with his wife and
she makes him stay at the clubhouse. After a week Chibs calls her and tells her
to take Juice back home because he’s a drunk basket case without her. So she
comes for him and soothes him.
Song Juice was listening HERE . I LOVE 80′s songs, some might be cheesy, but I LOVE 😀
had found a new job, a good one and you were enjoying it. Your old man, Juice,
was happy for you, but you knew he was also jealous. He already had seen your
boss and didn’t like him at all. You loved how cute and passionate Juice was,
his jealously could cute sometimes. However, he was too insecure and only
God knew what could trigger him…
was Friday and after a long and stressful week, you coworkers were planning to
have a beer downtown. It sounded like a good plan. You wanted to go home and
relax with Juice, but you thought that one beer wouldn’t be so bad. You texted
Juice, telling you would be home a little late and kept the plan of one
beer only. When you arrived home, he was waiting for you, in the living room, eyes
red and a mess around him, pillows thrown on the floor and things broken.
What happened?”, you put your pursed on the couch, rushing to be by his side.
Juice got up, clenching his jaw.
tell me!”, he snapped. “Where were you? I called your office, the doorman said
everybody had already left”
down”, your voice was low, contrasting with his angry tone and red cheeks.
did you take so long?”, he ignored you, his fists on his sides, knuckles white.
“I was waiting for you, your HUSBAND! Where… Who…Who you were with? I knew
it…Damn, I knew it!…Shit!”
you are not making any sense”, you tried to touch him but he backed away,
huffing. “I sent you a message, Juan. Did you get it?”, he stopped for a
moment, looking confused. You sighed, “I was having one, ONE beer with my
coworkers. Everybody was there, I’m the newbie, I have to…”
yeah, right…”, he said sarcastically. “Everybody… Your boss was there too, I
this again Juan”, you sighed, rolling your eyes. He passed by you like a
tornado, walking to the kitchen. You followed him, passing through the door
just in time to see him breaking a glass of wine and blowing out the candles.
don’t even know why I made this”, Juice pointed at the table, cocking his head
to the side. You noticed the half glass of wine and a bottle or two of beer on
the counter. “I thought it would be nice, to have a time with you, a romantic
“Juan…”, you started, but he punched the
table, scaring you a little bit.
Don’t try to apologize!”, he threw the chair on the floor and that was enough
Enough Juan!”, you screamed, making him frown. “You are being irrational! I
won’t deal with your OCD, your insecurity and jealously right now! You should
have called ME! Or checked your god damn phone!”
of you were breathing fast, Juice stayed in silence as you stared at each
other. “You can go to the clubhouse”, you said. “I don’t want your irrational
self in my bed or my house, breaking everything. I’m going to take a bath and
when I leave the bathroom I don’t want you here”
husband left the house as you had asked and though you regret it, Juice needed
to calm down, a time away would be good. He had to learn how to deal
with you working and there was no reason for being jealous.
had called you, telling that Juice was at the clubhouse, not talking with
anyone. You told her what had happened and she promised to keep an eye one him.
Chibs had called you too, understanding, as always, what you had to do and also
promising to take care of your old man.
were expecting Juice to be knocking on your door after a day or two, with his
puppy eyes, asking for forgiveness. However, one week had passed and he hadn’t
come home. Gemma said the boys were dealing with something for the club, so
Juice was busy. It was Friday again and you were alone at home, curled up on the
couch, watching a movie.
He should have called you by then. You picked up the phone several times, thinking
about calling and when you finally made up your mind the phone rang. You saw
Chibs’ number on the screen and answered it while you walked to the bedroom.
Chibby”, you said, opening the closet. You had decided to go to the clubhouse,
go after your husband.
can you come to the clubhouse?”, he sounded worried, making you freeze. “Juicy
boy is losing his mind without you…He caught my whisky, put some cheesy 80’s
song on the stereo and now is hugging Chucky, talking about you…”
is drunk”, you sighed. It was not a question, you knew how Juice was when he
was drunk, love songs were just the beginning.
Chibs sighed too.
lucky you, Scottie”, you said, grabbing your boots. “I was already going there…”
bikes were parked along the fence and some of your friends were sit at the
picnic table, drinking and talking. There was no party going on and they
cheered when they saw you.
God!”, Tig raised his bottle of beer. You walked towards them and hugged the
dark haired man. “Juice is being a pain in the ass doll”, he grimace, making
Jax, Happy and Opie nod, agreeing with him.
Chibs called me”, you pursed your lips. That was when you heard a song coming
he turned the stereo on again”, Opie rolled his eyes. “Chibs turned it off
took a deep breath and walked to the clubhouse door, opening it just to be overwhelmed by the song on the stereo and Juice’s voice.
“Sometimes I wonder if I’d ever make it
through, through this world without having you. I just wound’t have a clue”,
Juice was behind the bar, holding a bottle and singing, while Chibs was staring
at him, hands on the counter, angry expression. “Sometimes I wanna give up, give in. I wanna quit the fight and then I
see you, baby, and everything’s alright, everything’s alright”
old man was drunk, really drunk, throwing his head back while he sang the
chorus. You covered your mouth with your hand, giggling. Chibs noticed you, the
relief on his face as he walked towards you.
lass”, he whispered in your ear as he hugged you. “I didn’t know what else to
okay”, you smiled. “I can take care of him”
stepped back, watching as you walked to the bar getting Juice’s attention. His
eyes widened and he left the bottle, walking towards you.
he said, but then continued to sing, holding your hands. “Baby there’s nothing in this world that could ever do what the touch of
your hand can do. It’s like nothing that I ever knew”
you tried to stay serious, but it was impossible, Juice was being too cute. It
was not funny at all how drunk he was. He hugged you, still singing. You looked
at Chibs, almost begging. He ran to the stereo, turning it off. You heard
cheers coming from outside.
“Chibby…”, Juice whined, looking at his brother, an arm still around your shoulder. “I was
singing to her… Baby, I’m sorry…”
know Juan”, you cupped his face, keeping his lips away from yours, getting sick with the smell of alcohol on his breath. “You shouldn’t have drunk this much baby”
was lonely”, he pouted. “I was missing you. You left me”
didn’t leave you dumbass”, you laughed, motioning for Chibs to help you. He took
one of Juice’s arms and you started to walk to the dorms.
kicked me out”, Juice mumbled. “You were mad at me”
did and I was mad at you”, you held his waist and could see Chibs smirking,
probably thinking that scene was amusing. “You needed to learn a lesson”
did!”, Juice shouted, his eyes wide, like a puppy begging for approval.
I guess you did”, you huffed while Chibs opened the bedroom’s door. You both laid
Juice on the bed. “Thanks Chibs”
“Call me if you need anything, lass”, he smiled, leaving you two alone. Juice was looking at you,
this cute, dreamy smile on his face.
are here”, he said, reaching for your hand. You smiled, shaking your head. He
was impossible, irresistible and you loved him too much. You took off his boots
and made him sit to take his kutte and put it on a chair. You kicked your boots
off and laid in bed, next to him. Juice pulled you closer, nuzzling on your
hair, his arm tightening around your waist. “I love you”
love you too Juan”, you whispered, your hand caressing his arm. Soon he
relaxed, diving into his drunk sleep. You closed your eyes, hearing his
breathing and falling asleep too.
woke up before him. Juice was laying down on his back, his mouth slightly open.
You left the bedroom, walking to the kitchen to grab some coffee. You were about to open
the door when someone else did it. It was Juice, staring at you.
you said, pushing him aside for you to enter in the room. You put the coffee over the
nightstand, hearing the door close behind you. Juice walked to you in seconds
and wrapped his arms around your body.
thought it was a dream”, he whispered in your ear. “Your scent on the pillow
next to me”
wasn’t” you turned around on his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. “I’m here baby”
crushed his lips on yours, a desperate kiss. You kissed him back in equal intensity;
you had missed him so much. His hands were tugging your shirt and you
remembered you needed to talk. You didn’t want, but you pushed him away.
we need to talk”, you said. Juice pulled you close again and you knew what he
was thinking, you knew he was afraid. “Baby, it’s okay. We just need to let
sorry, it won’t happen again”, he shook his head. “I was afraid baby. You were
starting a new job, new routine, new people and I thought you would get tired
never get tired of you Juan”, you held his chin. “You
don’t need to be afraid or jealous. I’m yours, forever. I will spend some time
with my coworkers some days, have a drink with them as I do with the
boys here…But I always, always will come back to you”
he rested his forehead against yours. “I can’t go on without you baby, I just can’t”
promise my love”, you whispered and pulled back. Juice watched you carefully as
you walked backwards. You took of your shirt, pleased to see his eyes widened. “Are
you going to stay there baby? I missed you”
didn’t have to say it twice. Juice took off his own shirt and made you lay down
on bed, dragging your pants down your legs. He hovered over you, his fingers
founding its way to your core as he kissed you. You moaned against his lips,
making Juice smile, “I missed you too baby”
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Mister blue sky please tell us why You had to hide away for so long (so long) Where did we go wrong? Mister blue sky please tell us why You had to hide away for so long (so long) Where did we go wrong? Hey you with the pretty face Welcome to the human race A celebration, mister blue sky’s up there waitin’ And today is the day we’ve waited for
My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark - Fall Out Boy
I’m in the de-details with the devil So now the world can never get me on my level I just got to get you out of the cage I’m a young lover’s rage Gonna need a spark to ignite My songs know what you did in the dark So light ‘em up up up Light 'em up up up Light 'em up up up I’m on fire So light 'em up up up Light 'em up up up Light 'em up up up I’m on fire In the dark dark In the dark dark
Alice is one of my favourite fictional characters of all time
- if not my most favourite. Alice, maybe more than any other character, makes
her own narrative:
The story is whatever she can think of
The setting is wherever her fantasy world is
The characters are whoever she creates
The time is whenever she is sleeping
The nonsense is however odd her dream is
Virtually everything about the movie could be interpreted to
revolve around Alice. From the introduction, when Alice is
awake, she is a very imaginative and creative young girl and, when Alice is asleep, who
has made a vivid Wonderland. The whole story is because of her.
Because of the wide scope of potential topics, I’m focusing
on what I love most about Alice and what I find is an essential part of her
character: her curiosity.
1) Alice: “In this world perhaps. But in my world, the books
would be nothing but pictures.”
The first example of Alice’s curiosity is, I believe, her unconventionality.
She’s not in a classroom but outdoors, she’s not on the ground but in a tree,
she’s not with a book but with her cat, she’s not paying attention but making a
daisy chain. Rather than paying attention to her history lesson, let alone a
book with no pictures, Alice would fantasize of her own world of
nonsense as displayed in her song “In a World of my Own.” Unlike her sister who
is limited by sense/logic, Alice can explore new things creatively and
2) Alice: “Now this is curious! What could a rabbit possibly be
late for? Please, sir!”
The primary example of Alice’s curiosity and what starts
the majority of the story: the White Rabbit.. She also knows that “[she]
really shouldn’t be doing this” since “[she hasn’t] been invited and curiosity
often leads to trouble” but her curiosity and sense for adventure is too strong. Much later in her “Very Good Advice” song, she talks about the downside of such passionate curiosity: “Be patient is very good advice, but the waiting makes me
curious. And I’d love the change, should something strange begin.”
3) Alice: Why? What did happen to the oysters?
Interestingly enough, as curious as Alice is to know where the
White Rabbit is going, Alice is also curious to know what happened to the Oysters.
This might be because she wants to know what happened to fellow curious
characters (=“The oysters were curious too, weren’t they?”, “Aye, and you remember
WHAT happened to them…”, and “Poor things!”) but I think it’s primarily
because she just like hearing interesting stories.
4) Alice and the Flowers
Related to above, Alice just likes hearing lovely songs too
and especially if she wished for it: “All the flowers
would have very extra special powers, they would sit and talk to me for hours.”
Alice enjoys this curious garden of interesting plants and animals as she
listens to “Golden Afternoon” song.
5) Alice and the Caterpillar
After Alice follows some interesting smoke through a leafy
jungle, she finds a hookah-smoking Caterpillar sitting on a mushroom. Although
the Caterpillar is more questioning than Alice, she is interested in what he’s
doing and listens to his recitation.
Although Alice walks off when the Caterpillar is mean to her,
she comes back when he calls, “I have something important to say!” Although she
seems to be far away and he’s been rude, she still curious and wants to hear it.
6) Alice and the riddle
When the Mad Hatter asks, “Why is a Raven like a Writing
Desk?” Alice is instantly curious about it. Even though it’s random, silly, and
not really directed at her, she’s thoughtfully tries to figure it out. It’s even more interesting that, in the time she’s
taking time to solve the riddle, she could be searching for the White Rabbit.
So, this being my first appreciation post of Alice, I choose
to appreciate a core personality trait; Alice’s curiosity is seen throughout the
movie and if it wasn’t for curiosity starting the story then we wouldn’t have
had any adventures in Wonderland.
I, personally, find Alice getting sidetracked from finding the Rabbit so enjoyable and relatable because even when I’m doing something fun or entertaining, I too somehow get distracted or even procrastinate. Even when Alice is intensely curious about something, she’s still has the open-mindedness to explore other things.
Alexander Hamilton: Meet my children, they are wonderful; also, spoiler, Alexander gets shot
Aaron Burr, Sir: Alexander talks too much, also, he punched a guy and just wants to fight everything; Burr needs a drink to handle this
My Shot: Meet the boys, drink to the Revolution, and don’t give up on yourself
The Story of Tonight: We did too many shots during the last song, and we’re at the point of the evening where everything is “I love you, man.”
The Schuyler Sisters: Work. Angelica wants recognition for women. I love the sisters equally, Angelica, Eliza, and *reads smudged writing* Polly.
Farmer Refuted: Take a step back, cause Alexander’s gonna learn you a thing. “Ay, the king sucks!”
You’ll Be Back: Oops, did he hear that? Also, work. And, crazy ex much?
Right Hand Man: Meet Papa Washington. Burr throws some shade and Washington is like, swerve. Hamilton gets the gig.
A Winter’s Ball: Hamilton and Burr are womanizers, and I suspect Hamilton does not have entirely pure motives.
Helpless: Eliza is beautiful, talented, and in love with someone not good enough.
Satisfied: Angelica wants to share Alexander? Also, they bond over never having an orgasm?
The Story of Tonight (Reprise): Alexander’s friends make jokes about “the ball and chain”. Burr is having an affair?! What?! Oh shit, she’s married to a guy on the other side.
Wait for It: Aaron Burr has dreams and aspirations. He did not shove them in everyone’s faces for the entire show. This song is massively inspiring. Also, he admires Hamilton.
Stay Alive: Oh yeah, we were totally fighting a war before we got distracted. Congress sucks. The king sucks more.
Ten Duel Commandments: Alexander needs to fight something. Washington forbids it. Laurens fights for him. Charles Lee is a punk ass bitch.
Meet Me Inside: Papa Washington is pissed AF/Hamilton has crazy daddy issues
That Would Be Enough: You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. Eliza is too good for any of us. Also, she prego.
Guns and Ships: angry French rapping
History Has Its Eyes on You: Papa Washington apologizes to Hamilton. Tells him to stop getting so excited about war, people fucking die! Also, we’re all watching from the 21st century.
Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down): We kick the British army’s ass (with French help and a rapping English tailor) and everyone rejoices.
What Comes Next?: The King is angry and bitter. Still, working it.
Dear Theodosia: Let me show you my beautiful children’s beautiful children. Alexander violently thrusts Philip in everyone’s face, but no one complains because we’re imagining baby Anthony Ramos, and really, that’s just adorable.
Non-Stop: Alex never slows down. He is literally creating a country using a quill. Burr thinks he’s crazy, Eliza wants him to come home, Washington reminds him that people die and that we’re all watching him from the future, and Alexander WROTE THE OTHER FIFTY-ONE!
What’d I Miss: Jefferson is here. Daveed is stunning. Jefferson’s been gone for a while.
Cabinet Battle #1: Jefferson and Hamilton have an amazing debate. Hamilton kicks ass, but it doesn’t matter because Jefferson has Congress in his pocket.
Take a Break: Hamilton, your family needs you to slow down. You’re going to work yourself to death. You have become obsessed with Jefferson. Angelica and Hamilton still in love because of a misplaced comma.
Say No to This: Your wife JUST told you to take a break. Now you’re cheating on her. Also, Maria got horribly manipulated.
The Room Where It Happens: Whoa, Burr really does have goals. Also, Jefferson-Hamilton team up.
Schuyler Defeated: Burr took power? Ooo, Hamilton’s gonna be pissed.
Cabinet Battle #2: France and Britain are fighting. More importantly, Jefferson and Hamilton are fighting. Jefferson loses cause Washington likes Hamilton best.
Washington on Your Side: Jefferson has noticed that he likes Hamilton best. There is insane rapping. Burr/Madison/Jefferson team up against Ham.
One Last Time: Uh, Washington is leaving office. Jefferson is running for president. Hamilton is justifiably panicked.
I Know Him: The King is very confused by Washington handing off power. Honestly, the American political system confuses us too.
The Adams Administration: John Adams is president. Thomas Jefferson is second in command. Hamilton is out of office.
We Know: Jefferson/Burr/Madison know about Alexander paying off Reynolds. Hamilton proves that it is much, much worse. Jefferson thinks Hamilton is a bad person. Honestly, so do we.
Hurricane: Hamilton is going to write and protect his legacy.
The Reynolds Pamphlet: This is not what we had in mind. “Does everyone see that I am having an affair? Is everyone looking at me?! Are you all paying attention?” Hamilton will not be president.
Burn: Eliza deserves better. So much better. Also, there’s fire involved, and as a member of tech crew, this seems like a bad idea to me.
Blow Us All Away: Philip feels the need to fight everything. Alexander warns him not to hurt his mother, then tells him to go have fun.
Stay Alive (Reprise): Oh god. Oh sweet Jesus. There is sad French singing. If I wanted to cry about people singing in French I’d go see “Les Mis”. Philip, noooooo.
It’s Quiet Uptown: Eliza is too good, too pure. Hamilton does not deserve her. We do not deserve her. *sobs hideously* Forgiveness.
The Election of 1800: We were running a country before we got distracted. Hamilton elects Jefferson? Throws major shade at Burr. Thomas Jefferson then blocks Burr from office.
Your Obedient Servant: Burr is, understandably, pissed. He is going to talk more, smile less. Burr and Hamilton write a series of increasingly shady letters with angry abbreviated signatures. Hamilton kept a list of every fight? Good to know he doesn’t hold a grudge.
Best of Wives and Best of Women: Oh god, Eliza. Sweet wonderful Eliza. Alexander is going to do a stupid thing.
The World Was Wide Enough: Burr and Hamilton duel. The audience dies of grief. Alexander refuses to shoot Burr. Burr cries. We all cry.
Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story?: Show stopper. Eliza is too perfect. *sobs hideously* She tells our story. *dies* the orphanage.
Many thanks, yet again, to @clairexjamiefraser for her wonderful help in brainstorming an editing. You can find part one here and part two here. As always, your feedback is most welcome! This story is totally open ended and can continue on. I might have an interesting idea for reintroducing Claire to the rest of the family, but we’ll see what happens. :)
Small side note. Towards the end/middle/I’m not really sure where, there’s a few Gaelic exchanges. Since I didn’t feel like taking the time to look up the actual words, they’re in italics to denote that it’s a different language. Have fun!
It wasn’t a long sleep. He woke shortly after he’d truly fallen under. But she was still there, gently stroking his hair and humming to him.
She’d done that the first time they’d made love, just before she fell asleep.
He remembered it like it had happened moments before, and not months.
The candles had burned low, her face still shining with perspiration. He’d never seen anything so lovely. She was facing him, one arm curled beneath her head. Her eyes were closed still, but she was smiling.
“How do ye feel, my own,” he’d asked.
“Like a woman in love,” she’d muttered back.
Then she’d wriggled herself closer to him and stroked his hair while humming a song he didn’t recognize.
“I love you,” he said before opening his eyes.
“Yes, you said.”
“I mean it, Claire. I love you.”
“I know. I love you too, Jamie.”
When he looked up, still a little afraid she’d only been a dream, he smiled.
“Ye havena left me. And it wasna a dream.”
“No. I haven’t gone anywhere. Though… Your flat is so depressing Jamie.”
“Aye. It’s a good show of what I felt when I bought it.”
She sighed. Her breath smelled of whiskey.
He watched her thoughts flicker over her face. Always had a glass face, his Claire Beauchamp.
She was harder to read now, though. Things weren’t written clear as day. Was it because they’d spent so much time apart? Or was it because he’d forced her to become a different woman?
Either way, he wanted to learn her again, to be able to see her and know her mind.
“Speak your mind, Sassenach.”
“I want… God I don’t know what I want Jamie.”
“Aye, ye do.”
He sat up and took her hand in his. It was colder than he remembered, but just as strong and soft.
“I’m afraid that if I go home right now I’ll wake up tomorrow and this will have been another dream.”
His ears pricked up.
Light pink color colored her cheeks.
“Well… Right after you… Left. I had dreams that you’d come back and sweep me off my feet and take me away.”
“You… Ye could stay wi’ me. If you’ll have me.”
Her eyes moved around his flat once more. This wasn’t a place worthy of her.
She was the brightest thing in the whole room.
“Perhaps you’d like to… Maybe come over to my flat?”
His heart did it’s best to leap out of his chest.
“Would ye have me over? Are ye sure, Sassenach?”
She looked back at the box on the couch where she’d left it.
“You trusted me with your secret,” she said, not taking her eyes from the letters.
“Fair’s fair. I can trust you with knowing where I live.”
Would he never stop weeping? God, just to have her so close was more than he’d dared to hope for.
“I would be honored, Claire.”
He helped her to her feet and took a full breath. She wobbled a little and he wondered if she’d eaten anything.
“Did ye have whiskey on an empty stomach again, Sassenach?”
“Well I forgot to eat. A big stubborn Scot walked into the pub.”
“Would ye like for me to drive ye?”
“That would probably be best. My car is still at the pub, though.”
“It’s a short walk, ye ken.”
With unspeakable joy, he watched her as she gently folded his letters back up and but them into the box. He picked up his shirt from the floor an put it back on. He shrugged on a thin coat over it, to keep the marks on his back hidden further. With her bag over her shoulder, she picked up the box and nodded.
“Alright. I’m ready.”
With the keys to his own flat in his hands, he walked with her to her car. As she gave him directions to her home, he realized he’d been there before.
More than once.
Several times, in fact.
“Ye never moved,” he said.
“No. I tried. But I just couldn’t. I wanted to leave the memories behind, but I…”
When she pulled her own keys from her back, he almost started crying again. He had given her so many gifts, things that had meant something to him. His mother’s ring and pearls. The family brooch. The Fraser family crest in pewter no longer hung from her keys.
“Did… Did ye no’ keep the crest?”
“Yes,” she said, pushing the door open. “I did. It was supposed to be my family crest too and, well… I got attached to it. But I couldn’t look at it every day.”
Desperately he wanted to tell her she still could become a Fraser. But it wasn’t time yet. They needed to rebuild their relationship first.
It wasn’t exactly as he’d last seen, a few things had changed. The pictures on the walls were different, none of them together.
She’d traveled a bit, it would seem. There were photos from all over Scotland.
“It’s close to the hospital,” she said. “I can walk most days. And I’ve lived here for a little while. I couldn’t leave.”
“Aye. That ye have. Claire, may… May I kiss ye?”
He saw that she was gripping the box tightly.
“I would like that.”
Cupping her face in his hands, he couldn’t bring himself to move. Just holding her, seeing her, knowing she accepted him back, however tentatively.
Her lips were soft. Christ! They were soft as bairn’s backside. Even if he didn’t remember the details of what she enjoyed when he kissed her, his body did. One of his hands moved from her face to grip her wild curls tightly. He pulled, just a little and kissed her harder. The box pressed between them, even as she opened her mouth to him.
“I want so badly to have you, my love,” he whispered in Gaelic.
Surely she wouldn’t remember the lessons he’d given her. Those late nights, seeing each other only by moonlight, her mispronouncing everything he taught her.
She stepped back from him and set the box down.
“You’re still the only one,” she answered him.
“Truly?” He asked, in English once more.
“Y-yes. A few friends set me up once or twice with men they thought I’d like. I kissed one of them because I’d had too much to drink with dinner, but he… He didn’t know what he was doing.”
“It’s only ever been you, mo ghraidh. Only you. I’ve never had another.”
“I still remember your Gaelic lessons. Some of them, at least.”
“I still say it sounds a trifle strange in an English accent.”
“Stop talking and kiss me,” she said, taking hold of the collar on his coat.
How could he deny her when she was speaking his native tongue? These were the words he’d learned as a child from his father and mother.
Now with no box in the way, he could feel her body pressed hard against his. This time, it was she that took control, pulling him closer and tugging at his hair.
“Will ye take me as I am, Claire? For the sake of the man I was?”
She looked up at him, breathing hard.
“Promise,” she said softly. “Promise that you won’t leave me again.”
Gaelic did sound odd in an English accent, but coming from her it was beautiful. It made his damned cock twitch.
“I swear to you that you have my fealty and loyalty. I shall spend my life making up to you what pain I’ve caused. I pledge to you my life if you’ll have it.”
“Yes,” she breathed, hands sliding down to his chest before pushing the coat from his shoulders. “I’ll have it.”
Before his libido ran away with him completely, he pushed himself away for a brief moment.
“Claire,” he choked out. How had only a year of abstinence made him this desperate? “I need ye to be sure about this. As I’ve said, I’ve no’ had another. I’m afraid that once I start, I canna stop.”
His heart burst when she nodded and pulled off her shirt.
“Then don’t stop.”
He didn’t remember walking to her again. Or pushing her against the wall. Or wrenching at the wee belt around her waist.
“No,” he growled, forcing himself back. “I’ll no’ use ye in this way.”
Whiskey eyes burned at him with fury and lust.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
They were both heaving and panting, her hair coming out of it’s pins.
“I get a chance t’ love ye properly, Sassenach, by some miracle of God. I’ll no’ use ye against a wall like a lust-crazed animal.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “At least no’ this time.”
“What the hell are you going on about?”
“Come wi’ me.”
Pulling her from the wall, he gathered her up in his arms and walked them down to her bedroom.
Claire Beauchamp would never be described as materialistic. All of her things were practical and comfortable. Homy even. She had a few trinkets she’d gotten from her uncle, the very few belongings from her parents. But very little else besides those things. He set her down on her feet and watched as she pulled off her shoes.
The artificial light in the room caught on someting that sat beneath her nightstand. A tin box.
“What’s that?” he asked, nodding toward it as he began removing his own shoes.
“Oh… That tin?”
“Well… You had a box that you put your letters in. I had a box that I put you in.”
He wanted to ask to see it, for her to share that hidden piece of herself with him. But it had to be her choice.
“Would you like to see it?”
“Aye, if ye wish to share it.”
She nodded to the bed and he sat down, peeling his socks off. A moment later, she sat down beside him, hand resting on top of the box.
“You said that the box you’d put the letters in was where you’d buried your heart. This is where I put mine.”
With a little effort, she pried the lid off.
She hadn’t destroyed the photographs. There were so many of them he couldn’t help but reach out to touch them.
The first time they’d gone to Lallybroch together. Spending the day fishing beside the loch. Visiting the Highland games. A picnic at the hospital. Some photos of them cuddling together in the early morning.
Countless others. So many memories that he’d thought were long forgotten in his own mind.
And then he saw them. The necklace, the ring, and the family brooch. Christ. She’d really kept them.
“I wanted to set the pictures on fire,” she said quietly. “Right after you left. I hated you for a long time.”
“I deserved it. But ye kept them. And I’m glad of it.”
Setting the photos back into the tin gently, he took both her hands in his own and looked her in the eye.
“Claire, I’m sorry. Truly.”
“Don’t say anything more,” she said. “Just come home to me, James Fraser.”
Ignoring his primal urges for the moment, he put the box back where she’d taken it from. But he could ignore them no longer. Hands reached for her greedily and he bore her back onto the bed. Somehow it felt like the first time again, that first night.
In a way, it was the first time.
She didn’t know the man he was and he didn’t know the woman she’d become. In some ways, they were the same. In a lot of ways, they weren’t.
But holy Mary Mother of GOD her body hadn’t changed. She was still soft and curved and cool.
Those nights he’d spent alone and bleeding, he’d thought about her. He’d tried to remember how she felt in his hands, how she’d trembled for him. Those memories had saved him. They’d given him something to fight for.
He’d never imagined that she would actually take him back. And here she was, throwing the rest of her clothes over the side of the bed.
It had been far too long since he’d shared her bed. With eager desperation, his mouth moved from hers and down her neck. Kissing, biting, licking. Her hands were pulling at his short hair. He’d kept it trimmed and neat, even after his discharge, but perhaps he’d let it grow out a bit.
Then he found her bare breast. He might have made a sound when he finally kissed it, but he couldn’t be sure. All he knew was her filling his mouth and mind. He sucked liberally on her nipple until she began to moan. His need for her was growing worse, but he wanted to take his time.
Sitting up, he pulled off his shirt. She looked up at him, her eyes wandering over his torso. There were more scars there too.
One was circular in shape, though ragged and puffy. Her eyes landed on it and she reached forward to touch it.
When her fingers rested on top of it, he put his hand over hers.
“Was this him? Did he do this to you?”
“Aye. He branded me wi’ his signet ring. So I’d always belong to him.”
Moving both their hands, she kissed it very softly.
“You don’t belong to him any longer, Jamie.”
“Aye, Sassenach. I dinna. No’ anymore.”
Just seeing her, legs open and inviting, smiling up at him… It took everything he had to keep from finishing before he’d even begun. Grumbling, he argued with his uniform pants while Claire giggled.
“You really haven’t done this in a while, have you?”
“I told ye as much, ye ken.”
“It’s just good to see you stumble a bit.”
He didn’t have the heart to tell her that part of his struggle was with his uncooperative fingers. But she seemed to notice.
“Does it still hurt you?”
“No. It’s no’ hurt me in some time. It’s just damned irritating when I need to do something fast.”
Moments later, he was above her again.
“I have dreamt of this for the last year, Claire.”
“But this isn’t a dream anymore.”
“No,” he breathed, slowly filling her. “It isna a dream.”
Christ! She was as tight as any virgin. That meant she’d been truthful too. She really hadn’t been with anyone else.
All other thoughts fled his mind after that.
He really wouldn’t be able to make this as wonderful as he’d hoped. Grinding his hips against hers, he finally remembered what it was like to be whole.
At first, she gripped his shoulders. But as he continued, her hands moved to his back. He flinched a little, not used to feeling someone touch his scars. She’d begun to claw at him, like she had before, but stopped herself.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, back arching to pull him deeper.
Sweet bleeding Jesus had it always been this good?
“If I recall,” he laughed, nipping at the bottom of her ear. “Ye once told me pain wasna always a bad thing.”
To demonstrate his point, he jerked hard against her and carefully bit her breast. It sent her into a wild climax, her legs locking around him as her entire body shook.
“Oh God! Jamie!”
That trembling, feeling her take him in and contract around him, sent him over the edge. He held tight to her, letting his conclusion overtake him for a moment.
“I thought my heart was gonna burst,” he muttered quietly.
Claire laughed gently.
“You said that the first time too.”
“Aye,” he said, kissing her softly. “Was true then as it is now. How do ye feel, Sassenach?”
“Like I’ll be able to sleep for the first time in a year.”
“Do ye work in the morning, then?”
She shook her head, fingers absently tracing the scars on his back.
“No. I took the day off. I thought I’d be too hungover to work.”
“Will ye let me make breakfast, then?”
“Yes. I’d like that. But Jamie…”
He was afraid to look at her. Please don’t let this be a one time thing. He’d just gotten his heart and soul back.
“After breakfast tomorrow, we need to talk about what this means.”
“Ye’ll no’ kick me out?”
“Why on earth would I do that?”
Frowning down, he pulled himself from her and sat.
“Because I broke your heart, Sassenach.”
“You did. And that’s why we need to talk. But right now, I just want to spend the night with you.”
“Aye. Then lets go to sleep.”
Holding her again, watching her relax into sleep, it healed a part of him. He was still broken, dealing with the things that Black Jack had done to him. But he could almost feel himself being repaired, just by being near her once more.
Hey guys. Sooooo I’ve been sick with strep for the past few days which comes with a wicked fever, which led to me being unable to sleep through the night, which led to me writing in my head…it took a while to actually hammer it out (even now, it’s still much more perfect in my head) but here it is. It is technically a sequel to this Leia story but is fine as standalone. Leia is 3. It’s set about a week after the previous story for those of you who read it. Gah, I’ve missed writing and wanted to fit this in before I start studying for exams! Also I’ve attached audio, which is simply the tune to the song to help you hear it how it sounds in my own head. Hope it helps. (And yes I know I constantly write cuddly CS. I am trash for the fluff. We have been over this many times. Get used to it cause I doubt I will ever change)
It was well into the wee hours of the morning, stars still gracing the sky over Storybrooke. Killian and Emma’s bed shook, Killian waking instinctively from the vibrations of Emma’s shivers beside him. His eyes immediately went to the digital clock on their nightstand, an ingrained practice after caring for Leia, and now Emma. He did the calculation in his head and came to the conclusion that a suitable amount of time had passed since Emma last had a dose of fever remedy. He reached for the little blue canister and fetched her two of the little red pills, before also taking hold of the tall glass of water he had stationed there. (Quite a feat for a man with one hand, but he’d had good practice these past few days). “Here darling, it’s time. Sit up for me?”
Emma groaned, the sound a reflection of all the places she ached, and it broke Killian’s heart for what felt like the millionth time. First he’d had to watch his littlest love battle this wretched fever, and only 2 days after Leia had returned to herself, Emma began to be ravaged by it. Thankfully the little red pills worked wonders, but the period of time between the remedy wearing off and the new dose taking effect still proved ferociously uncomfortable for both of his girls. He hated feeling so powerless.
Emma unburied herself from her mountain of blankets and pushed herself to a sitting position. Killian handed her the pills and she downed them with the smallest sip of water, and he frowned. “You barely ate anything today, love. At least drink a little more. Please?”
Emma gave him a weak smile that he could see faintly in the dim room, most likely to try and make the worried look on his face dissipate. He helped steady her shaking hand while she drank, and she coughed hoarsely when she finished, handing him the cup. He set it down, ready to endure the next half hour with her before the medicine took effect and she could fall back to sleep. Emma was already laying back down, frantically trying to burrow under all of the blankets so she could be warm.
“Hey, hey, come here, Swan,” he beckoned, stopping her mid-burrow. (As he always had to; she always tried to insist that she was fine and didn’t want to risk getting him sick, and he always fought with her until she gave up and let him hold her.) Tonight, though, she didn’t argue. She simply looked at him with wide, grateful green eyes and moved closer to him, snuggling deeply into his warm chest, lodging both of her feet between his calves. The blistering heat of her body always startled him, especially when at the same time, goosebumps covered her skin. So infuriatingly perplexing. He wrapped his arms around her securely, holding her flush against him, bringing her sweaty forehead to his lips, peppering it with kisses. She had her face buried in his neck but he could hear her teeth rattling. He couldn’t stand this. It was so heartbreaking.
“Ahh,” she mumbled into his skin as he used his fingers to message the borders of her spine. He knew that particular area caused her to ache, and his ministrations usually soothed it some.
“Alright, sweetheart?” he whispered, always needing to know, always making sure that there wasn’t anything more beneficial he could be doing for her.
“Mmmm. Love you so much,” she said, her tired voice still somehow laced with admiration and thanks.
He swept her hair back and pressed his lips to the back of her neck, the skin there absolutely burning. He could taste the salt from her sweat on his tongue and he blew gently, watching more goosebumps rise as he did, a shiver rippling through her. He immediately regretted it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely. “You just feel even warmer than usual, Emma. Are you sure we shouldn’t see a doctor?”
He felt her shake her head as another violent shiver shook her. “It just has to run its course,” she explained, just as she had on multiple previous occasions. “I’ll be fine in a few days, maybe even tomorrow. Just hold me, okay?”
“Always, my love,” he vowed, tightening his arms. “Is there anything else I can do? Anything at all?”
“Hmmm,” Emma hummed, lifting her head from his neck to look up at his face, a hint of an embarrassed smile on her lips. He nodded at her encouragingly. “I’d love it if you sang to me,” she admitted, tangling a hand in his hair and scratching his scalp with her fingertips. “It’s been too long.”
Killian chuckled, beaming down at his beautiful wife who he could never dream of denying. “Of course, Emma,” he answered immediately. “Any particular requests?”
“I miss that song you used to sing to Leia when she was in my belly,” Emma fibbed. (She knew he still sang it to Leia all the time because she was a mischievous shameless peeper who listened and watched them on the monitor every single night while Killian put her to bed). “Do you remember how it went?”
“Aye, of course I do, love. Here, lay back down, Emma. Are you warm enough?” he asked, pulling a blanket up overtop of her.
“You always keep me warm,” she said, yawning. The meds still hadn’t fully kicked in, but they were getting there. He kissed her once more before he started to sing, his voice soft and sweet and smooth, right in her ear, the lyrics tugging at her heartstrings like they always did.
I love you, more than ships love waves, More than birds love tides, More than souls that wait, Love the peace they find, You’re my very best friend and soon you’ll be my first mate I’ll hold you in my arms, where you’ll always be safe, You’ll always make me proud, and you’ll never be alone because for my whole life your heart will be my home.
The second he finished she opened her mouth to beg for it again, but she didn’t need to. He looped it on its own, starting at the beginning, just like she knew he did with Leia. She kissed his collarbone, nuzzling her nose there in appreciation. She could never get enough of this song; it is literally the embodiment of his love for Leia and there is nothing in the world Emma cherishes more. She listened to it 2 more times carefully before she felt herself starting to sink into unconsciousness, his soothing voice a perfect lullaby for her tired mind. She was just about to surrender to sleep when she felt something spark inside her, a little jolt of mother’s intuition that prompted her to turn her head toward the door. Sure enough, a very sleepy looking three year old was standing silently in the doorway, her purple nightgown a little too loose and falling off her shoulder. Her long dark hair was haphazard around her shoulders, and she was so hypnotized by her daddy’s voice that Emma thought she might fall asleep right there, standing up. Much to her chagrin, she cut Killian off right in the middle of the song. “Leia. Are you alright, my littlest love?”
Killian stopped abruptly and followed Emma’s gaze, before his face broke out in a huge smile. Leia’s green eyes were wide, like a deer caught in headlights. She bit her lip. “Yep,” she chirped, staring at her parents but not daring to enter the room. She was a good girl; she knew she shouldn’t be out of bed.
Emma couldn’t help but chuckle, “Come here, kid,” she said gently, and Leia took that as her cue to sprint into the room, almost tripping on her nightgown. Emma and Killian both sat up and Emma reached over to help their daughter up onto the bed, setting her in between them. Leia immediately climbed into Killian’s lap, gripping his index finger with all five of hers. (She knew that if she was about to get in trouble, he would be her ally.)
“What woke you up, sweetheart? Did you have a dream? You don’t feel sick again, do you?” Emma asked her softly, feeling her forehead.
“No, Mommy. Daddy sing Weia’s song, so I woked up,” she explained, still gripping her daddy’s finger.
“You heard me all the way from your room, little lass?” Killian asked her incredulously.
“I do have magic, Daddy. Wemembuh?” Leia turned up her palm and wiggled her tiny fingers, and instantly little pink sparks of light flew from them, lighting up her “Duh, Daddy,” expression. Emma could not hold back her giggle and Killian began tickling Leia mercilessly, causing the little girl to shriek with laughter. “Yes I very much do remember, your highness,” he teased, and she writhed in his grip, laughing hysterically. “How on earth could I forget about my special little girl’s wonderful talents?”
Leia was attempting to talk through the tickles. “Why were you singing…my song….to Mummy?” she asked, out of breath as Killian finally let up. Emma extended her arms and Leia went into them willingly, putting a hand on each of Emma’s cheeks and squeezing them together, effectively squishing her mother’s face. “Look, Daddy!” she exclaimed. "Mummy’s a fish!”
Now it was Killian’s turn to burst out laughing while Emma moved her fish lips up and down and lunged forward, using them to kiss all over Leia’s face and talk in a silly voice. “Why are you so silly, hmm?! Where’d you learn to be so silly?! Do you know how much this Mummy fishy love you? Do you know that you’re the most special little girl in all the seven seas? We love you so much, Leia. Did you know about all that?”
“Mmhm! And I love you and you and Henwy and Grandpa and Unca Neal when he is nice. Now,” she said, as though she was the adult trying to keep the conversation on track. “Why you sing Weia song when Weia in bed, Daddy?”
Emma was hugging Leia tightly to her chest and both girls looked to Killian, who was gazing back at them with nothing but love in his eyes. “Because Mummy wasn’t feeling very good and she wanted me to sing to her,” Killian explained, brushing some stray hair out of his daughter’s face, “And she loves your song, little love. Is it alright with you if we share it with her?”
“Ah course!” Leia said, wrapping her arms around Emma’s neck and pressing her little nose on Emma’s cheek. She took a very big breath before she started to sing the song, now nose to nose with her mommy. “I wuv, you mo-wa dan ships wuv waves, mo-wa dan…” Killian joined in with her and pulled his girls against his side as they sang, fixing the pillows behind them so they could all snuggle up together. Emma moved Leia so that she was nestled in between them, and with a flick of her wrist she made the ceiling look like the night sky, filled with stars. Leia smiled so big and Killian and Emma shared a long look, one they shared often, one so filled with wonder at how they got so lucky as to be the two parents of this amazing, adorable, sweet little person. All thoughts of any dumb fever absolutely forgotten, Emma began to sing along with her perfect little family in the middle of the night:
I love you, more than ships love waves, More than birds love tides, More than souls that wait, Love the peace they find, You’re my very best friend and soon you’ll be my first mate I’ll hold you in my arms, where you’ll always be safe, You’ll always make me proud, and you’ll never be alone because for my whole life your heart will be my home.
For your milestone post (congrats by the way!): 3. [I] trusted [you]
A/N: I know you were probably going for angst, but here’s some fluff instead. To all the others who have sent me prompts, I see them! I’m kinda waiting to be inspired but eventually I will get to them. A special thank you to foundmyhome because I could not have written this without you.
Emma sat curled up on the couch, eyes focusing on the notebook that laid in her lap. He walked in to hear the sound of her pen thrumming against the spirals to the faint beat of the radio. “When’s your birthday?” she asked, looking up from her task. .
“Uh, where is this coming from?”
“Henry’s birthday is coming up in a few months and I realized I don’t know when yours is.”
“Uh,” he scratched the spot behind his ear in thought. Dates and voices have faded with time, and such a day had lost its importance. But somewhere in the far crevices of his mind he can hear his mother’s voice telling him that it was time to celebrate his day. “September? Late September…” It was on the tip of his tongue, ebbing its way out of years passed. “The 23rd, I believe.”
“That’s this month! Were you not gonna tell me?”
“Not particularly. It’s not something I really like to celebrate.” He let his hand dance down her side, pressing into the red leather until he found the curve of her waist, and pulled her into him. She looked up at him from under her lashes, a battle waging on whatever question he could see in her eyes.
“Do you know how old you’ll be?” she whispered, stroking her hand through his hair. He understood the hesitancy in her question now, afraid such a reflection might bring up past demons as he struggled to remember how far back his weathered years actually extended. But it didn’t. It only reminded him that what he thought was that eternal pain of all his losses has now been replaced by light. Her light. Her love. And finally she was his. So as he thought back, trying to create a timeline he long lost count of, he couldn’t help but be distracted by her emerald eyes
Killian bit his lower lip in thought. “Probably nearing 400. Why, love? Are you thinking of trading me in for the monkey?” Her muscles relaxed into him, and her smile appeared, a manifestation of the siren song that radiated from her and onto him; everything she did was like a siren to him, a special tune that consumed him entirely.
“Oh, how did you know? I thought for sure I had hidden that diary entry away,” she teased, unable to contain her giggles before quickly brushing her lips across his. “I love you.”