#ethan did you not notice your wife was wearing the same clothes for like

[dgct2]

CANNES, France—The first thing you notice about Pedro Almodóvar’s new gay cowboy short film Strange Way of Life is how beautiful everything is. In fact, I noticed it even before the movie started when the cast took the stage at the Cannes Film Festival. The eternally attractive Ethan Hawke, who co-stars with Pedro Pascal, was joined by a group of four absolute hunks. “You can see the beauties I am with,” Almodóvar said upon taking the stage, before adding, “but they are also very good actors.”

And then the movie started and the beauty only enhanced. In this 30-minute short, the men are beautiful, the landscape is beautiful, the clothes are beautiful, and even the horses are beautiful. (Like, these are not your normal movie horses. They are stunning movie horses.)

The fact that everything is so gorgeous makes sense. Not only is this the work of Almodóvar, a man who infuses his images with colors so vivid you view them in ways you never imagined before, it’s also produced by fashion icon Saint Laurent and its creative director Anthony Vaccarello.

But Strange Way of Life doesn’t feel like a fashion house advertisement, even though Pascal and Hawke are wearing bespoke duds. (Pascal's technicolor green jacket is an instantly covetable look.) Instead it’s a very Almodóvar tale, a melodrama laced with a hint of violence about two old lovers who meet after 25 years.

The film opens with yet another beautiful man singing a plaintive ballad, as a rancher named Silva (Pascal) rides into town to visit his old friend Jake (Hawke), now a sheriff. (Pascal was not on the ground in Cannes, but his entrance was met with some wolf-whistle adjacent “woos” from those seated near me.) Silva explains he is there to see a doctor for his bad back. They two have dinner, drink wine, and then end up in bed together. The morning after the two have sex, Jake remarks that Silva must have lied about the reason for his arrival: His back doesn’t seem all that bad.

It’s here I will note: that Strange Way of Life isn’t all that explicit. Almodóvar shows Hawke staring at Pascal's ass before approaching and kissing his neck, followed by a cut to black. There is some brief post-coital nudity, but that's all. But this is not to say that it’s not sensual. The director is more interested in the tumultuous history of the lovers than he is in other provocations.

Soon their interaction turns hostile when Jake realizes why Silva has really returned: He is there to protect his son, who is suspected to have murdered Jake’s dead brother’s wife. The tryst turns into a chase, where both have lustful memories of the first time they hooked up. (In these wine-drenched flashbacks they are portrayed by two extremely hot younger, modelesque actors.)

Without spoiling what happens, Almodóvar finds an ending that is both very romantic and a little fucked up. Think: Gay western Phantom Thread.

Because of the all too brief running time it's possible to feel a little shortchanged by Strange Way of Life. You want more of these characters and these images. At the same time, it's a pleasure to get to spend a tiny bit of time in Almodóvar's vision of what a western can be.

At Cannes, the premiere was followed by a conversation with Hawke and the director, which was largely conducted in French and Spanish. But when Almodóvar did answer a question in English, he discussed the western's place in modern cinema. He highlighted recent films by directors Jane Campion, Kelly Reichardt, and Chloé Zhao as examples of how the genre is alive, before throwing in pointed diss toward Taylor Sheridan's TV show Yellowstone, as evidence of how not to do it. “To me the series is very traditional, in the worst way,” he said.

So maybe just think of Strange Way of Life as Pedro Almodóvar's anti-Yellowstone. And isn't that exciting?

#movies #strange way of life #extrana forma de vida #pedro pascal #ppascaledit #pedropascaledit #pedro almodóvar #ethan hawke #ethanhawkeedit #cannes 2023 #movie review #spoiler alert

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Miss Winters || Karl Heisenberg ||

Summary: You stuck by your brothers side when his marriage crumbled, you stuck by your side when he went off of find the woman that wasn’t even his soulmate, you stuck by your brothers side when his current wife got taken and you were going to stay by your brothers side to help him find his wife and daughter, you just never thought doing so would make you find your own soul mate.

A/n: This is gonna be a Soulmate fic, Note Ethan is not married to Mia....I don’t know why, I just don’t like the two together so here Ethan is married to an unnamed woman whom you can name yourself.

Also in this fic Karl is going to be a Lycan. { very much thanks to this image and this image }

Soulmate Au Prompt: Heterochromia - you have one eye of your soulmates eye color and when you meet you get your own eye color instead of having two different eye colors.

Tagged: @girl-obsessed-with-things. @themagpiewitchescorner, @cookieuwupanda, @luvley-shadow​, @rosariia25​, @screechinginthevoid​, @primusk​, @ceooflovingpizza​, @kbenziepie​, @mrsfullbuster500​, @princessemily129​, @turtl3-warr1or​, @aiko-akina-writes​, @hannahhobnob​, @littlebatsimagines​, @ktcat88mph​.

You hated seeing your brother like this, looking so broken. Ethan had finally found his soulmate, you remembered seeing his one eye changed back to it’s normal color. Something that never happened with Mia but with her, she was the one he was meant to be with. Though here you were now, in some village trying to survive. 

“Ethan...we’re going to find them...okay.”

Ethan turned to face you, he was cradling his injured hand to his chest. You did your best to patch him up. You wanted to make him feel better though the man gave you a weak smile trying stay positive but you knew this was wearing him down. “I...I know we will y/n...but thanks...thank you.”

“Ah...what are siblings for.” You teased nudging your brother though you managed to get a look at your form in the stream as you passed over the bridge leading to the Castle. Your hair was a mess, clothes torn, though it was your eyes that concerned you the most. One e/c and one gold were staring back at you. You still haven’t meet your own soulmate yet and you were mentally wondering what it would take for it to happen. 

You must have been standing their for some time because once you entered the dilapidated room your brother was no where to be seen. “Ethan?” Voice echoing you were about to leave until you felt a sharp pain to the back of your head. Falling to your knees you could have sworn you saw a doll standing above you giggling before everything turned dark.

When you finally a woke you turned to see your brother was on the ground, unconscious. His wrist and ankles bound, it took a moment for your eyes to adjust. You first noticed a tall woman, a very tall woman hovering over you along with that doll near your brother. You tried not to show your disgust once you noticed another creature hovering over Ethan. Finally your eyes landed on him, your vision blurred and you had to blink a few times for it to come back to normal though you’ve come to find the man looked at you with the same interest.

Shaking your head to turned to look at the doll and whatever that thing was as Ethan started to stir. “Hey! Get the fuck away from him.”

“Ooh they’re awake!”

And soon everyone started to argue on who gets who, the woman. The one who was standing at the center of the room, the one you didn’t even noticed before silenced everyone with just a command. How much power did this woman hold?”

God why was your head spinning? And why was your vision suddenly blurry? You never had this problem before, Did that wreck really injure you and now your symptoms are starting to show.

“I have made my decision. Heisenberg. The man’s fate is in your hands.”

You could hear your brother’s voice weakly protesting but then the tall woman and the man who must be Heisenberg started to argue. But that’s when Miranda spoke again.

“Do not be so upset Alcina...that woman is all yours.”

Your locked eyes with your brothers but the next thing you knew you were yanked away from where you were sitting. “Ethan!...find her...don’t give up.!"  

You screamed to Ethan though you missed how Heisenberg seemed to keep his gaze on you.

You had awoken again to varying voices, what they were staying made your skin crawl. 

“Oh mother can we have her blood.!

“Look how smooth her skin is! I want it!.”

“Such eyes! Ohh I want to see the terror in them!”

“That is enough! Girls...you will not consume her....this...will be your new sister?”

“No fair~” You shuddered how they said that in unison.

It took you a moment for your eyes to adjust to the room you were in. It was lavish, something that you’ve only seen in movies or read about in books. You couldn’t believe it. Feeling fingers grasp your chin you were forced to look up at the Tall woman you’ve come to known as Alcina.

“Oh dear...do not be so scared...the process is...painless.” Fingers stroking your cheek she then let out a sigh. “Though I suppose one must be cleaned for a task like this...take her to the baths to have her be clean! I will not have a daughter of mine looking like filth.”

You mentally scoffed, it’s not like it’s your fault that the car you were in got knocked off the road nor how you got attacked by a bunch of nightmare inducing monsters.

You suddenly felt two of the sisters grasp your arms as the carried you off down the halls, the two young woman excitedly chatting to you.

“It’s so exciting to have another sister!”

“You are perfect!”

The hall looked like it went along forever until the two finally stopped in front a beautifully crafted door. You could smell the scent of flowers as they opened the door.

“Tada” Bela had spread her arms wide as she stood in front of a large bath. The thing looked like it was dug into the stone, you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. You could see the steam rising off the waters. As she must have dumped something in the water to make it smell so good.

The other sister Cassandra shoved some ornate bars soaps in your hands as Daniela laid out a beautiful dress, cloak and heels on the bench.

“Oh I can’t wait!

“Please hurry! We want to see what you look like !”

The three young woman nodded their heads  as the quickly slipped out the door.

“What the fuck?”

Shaking your head you slowly stripped of you clothes. It was nice to getting the dirty things off. Ignoring the Mirror you just wanted to be clean before you even looked at yourself. Slowly, you dipped a toe in the fully submerged yourself. Groaning you let your body slip further into the water as you soaked your hair.

“God that feels good.”

Taking one of the soaps you started to scrub your body, washing all the dirt and grime off. Dunking under the water again you started to scrub you hair, once you were satisfied you slipped out of the now dirtied water. Wrinkling your nose for a moment you wrapped a fluffy white towel around your waist as you lifted the dress up. 

Looking it over you gave at glanced to your dirtied clothes then shook your head as you quickly placed the dress and heels on. Taking one step out of the door you were greeted by Cassandra, Daniel and Bela.

The three girls gasping once they’d took in your appearance, though your hair was wet you certainly felt better.

“Just look how good you clean up!”

“Just wait until mother does your hair!.”

“She’d look good with blood red lips!.”

About to open your mouth you felt Cassandra and Daniel grasp your wrists, the girls rushing down the halls. They were giggling and you felt sick to your stomach from how fast they were moving. Once they stopped you quickly smoothed out your hair when they opened the door. 

“She’s done mother.”

Rising form her chair your eyes went wide for a moment, god you forgot how tall she was. Alcina gave you a wide smile as she lent down to grasp your hand in hers. “Beautiful! Daughters, give us a moment please.”

“Yes mother.”

With a bow, the two girls left leaving you and the tall woman alone. Walking you towards a vanity she gave you a nod to a chair. “Sit.”

“Uh...okay.”

Sitting down in the chair, Alcina stood behind you as she started to fix your hair in a elegant style though your eyes went wide for a moment catching your eyes. “Shit.”

“Such language.” Alcina scolded you as she then grasped your chin though she then glanced in your reflection. “Oh now I see...your eyes are normal...hmm that means you’ve meet your soul mate...it couldn’t have been that dreaded man thing and you’ve only made contact with...” Suddenly the smile on her face vanished. “Heisenberg.”

“So...your sister? what she’s like?”

Ethan looked up at the man with wide and confused eyes, he was almost out. Almost free then that bastard appeared out of know where and captured him....again.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Look Ethan...can I call you Ethan.”

“No!”

“Well...Winters...I happen to know that your sister is my soulmate! You see I noticed that both my eyes are gold again and well she’s my only option...and since we’re ya know...Family....you’re going to help me get your sister and I’ll help you get your brat and your wife back...what do you say.?”

“I.”

“Great! Let’s go.”

Ethan didn’t get a chance to answer since in a flash a large hulking creature was standing in front of him, he looked different than the other Lycans and right now it’s not like he could say no since he was going to be getting his family back, he’d help him....for now.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, Alcina was cooing over you. You didn’t know why but you were starting to come around to the woman and her daughters.

You learned that she had a daughter too, that she lost to die to an illness and then Miranda showed up saying that she could bring her back but of course it was a lie. The woman explained to you how she hated Miranda but she had to put on an act to protect her daughters. The three young woman that she turned to save them from what ever fate Beneviento or Moreau had for them.

The more Alcina spoke you started to feel your dislike for the woman fade, which is why you told her about yourself, about your brother and why you were both here.

“Months ago...Miranda kidnapped my brothers wife...is soulmate and she took their daughter...a baby...please Alcina...I know that you must hate this and I know Ethan. He’s not going to stop until-”

You jumped hearing a door slam open as Cassandra, Daniel and Bela were carrying your brother. “Ethan!...s-stop...don’t hurt him.”

You rushed to your brothers side as the man gave you a weak laugh. “You look...different” though he did his best to shield himself from Alcina and the daughters.

Alcina scoffed turning her head away though she took another glance towards you as her eyes softened. “For you daughter I will not harm this...manthing.”

“What the hell that’s supposed to mean!”

“Eth-”

Your response was cut short when you heard the sound of the wood door slamming against the wall of the room you were in. Turning your head to the source your eyes went wide spotting the hulking creature, it looked like something that was ripped right from a movie.

He looked different than the other Lycan‘s you and your brother encountered. This thing looked like he could swipe your head off with  just a bat of his paw. The muzzle twitched, ears flattened on its head until it’s turned it’s head towards you. Your name a deep rumble from its throat. You knew you should be scared but you weren’t. Who was this? How did he know your name? Though it seemed that you didn’t have to wait long because Alcina looked livid.

“Heisenberg! How dare you come into my home! Why this man thing no less! Why are you even here.”

A snarl escaped his lips and you watched as the Lycan shook, the fur falling off his body and soon you were staring at very naked man, a very naked man that was walking towards you as he gave no mind to your brother nor the four vampires.

“Fucking Christ! Really buddy.” Ethan adverted his gaze though the three sisters snarled as Alcina tossed a cloak at the man.

“Get dressed and get out of my home!” She snapped.

Catching the cloak, Karl ignored the vampire as he slipped it on, at least he wasn’t naked anymore. Fingers grasping your chin he tilted his head to the side. “My mate. You’re here.”

Crossing her arms over her chest Alcina let out an annoyed grunt. “Since their is not a thing that can be helped. You! Man thing. Me and my daughters will take you to your wife and child as for you Heisenberg. I suggest you take her and get out of here! But you better harm the woman or I will kill you!” She threatened as the three young woman glared at Karl. Walking towards Ethan, Alcina grasped him by the scruff of his coat carrying him under his arms as the man struggled.

“Hey! I can walk on my own!”

“Nonsense! This will be much quicker.”

Snorting you were about make your own comment until a small squeal left your lips as Karl lifted you bridle style in his arms. The Lycan gave you a wink looking down at you then turned his attention back to the tall woman.

“So long bit-. Alcina. Try not to get the idiot killed.”

“Hmp.Try not to die yourself.”

With that Karl turned his back the ran off in the same direction he had come for. Biting your tongue you let yourself be carried as your thoughts drifted off to your brother, you’d just pray he’d be okay.

“So.”

“So?” The man you’ve come to know as Karl was now dress. Wearing a buttoned up shirt with a few buttons undone to show off some chest hair, he was wearing a long brown trench coat along with a pair of slacks and boots though it was the wide brim hat you were most interested in.

“I’m your mate?”

“That would appear to be true.”

“And your a Lycan ?”

“Yup”

Taking in your surroundings, you knew you must be in some factory and while the man was insisting on to leave you wanted to know more.

“Well since I am your mate I want to know more about you.”

Karl rolled his eyes then crossed his arms over his chest. “I have a feeling you’re not gonna let this drop but if you must know. It’s thanks to Miranda why I’m like this. The bitch killed my parents when I was a kid. Eight if you wanna get technical about it and then she kidnapped me, did some weird shit and now I’m this.”

“I’m sorry Karl.” Your heart ached from hearing him, he was still a little boy. You couldn’t imagine how that might effect him. Shaking your head you slipped out of the chair you had been sitting in. Biting your tongue you then wrapped your arms around him in for a hug, you may have just met Karl but it felt like you’ve known him your entire life.

“But now I got you! So let’s get out of here!”

Eyes hardened you then shook your head as you cupped Karl’s cheeks. “Let’s kill the bitch!”

Eyes going wide for a moment Karl gave you a toothy grin. “Fuck that’s hot!”

Leaning in he then captured your lips in for a fiery kiss. “Fuck that’s hot! Shit! Let’s do it!”

That....was something you never wanted to do again. You were sitting next to Heisenberg, the man was looking all to pleased with himself as he sat next to you or you were rather sitting on your lap. Ethan and his wife were sitting across from you, Rose in her fathers arms. You honestly thought you were going to die during that fight but with Miranda dead and the other two houses dealt with you just wanted to take a nice hot bath and sleep for the next twenty eight hours.

“Y/n..”

“Hmm.” You were practically falling asleep against Karl’s shoulder.

“Thank you, for coming with me. For staying by my through out all of this and for helping me get my wife and daughter back.”

Opening your eyes for a moment you gave your brother a soft smile as you looked over at the two, they looked so in love. “Ethan you don’t need to thank me...but next time something goes wrong....call Chris.”

Karl huffed drawing you closer to his chest as he tried to get his own sleep. “You’re welcome...ya know.”

“Ya...and thank you too Heisenberg...for protecting my sister during all that crap....I hope Dimitrescu and her daughters will be alright.”

“They’ll be fine...Chris is personally going to relocate them to a safe location due to their help taking down Miranda, I even think Bela took a liking to the man.”

“How fun.”

“Noah! put that wheel barrel down! Alistair! Stop chasing your sister and please change back.”

“Aunt Y/n! Uncle Karl!.” You turned to see Rose rush forward, the girl looking like your brother more and more. You laughed capturing the girl as she threw her arms around you. Returning the hug, Karl gave you a nod as he kept by the grill. You then turned to see your brother with a tired smile on his face as he kept his arm tightly around his wife's pregnant waist.

“Hey sis!”

“Ethan, why don’t you guys go and sit.”

Nodding his head the man guided his wife towards the table though you heard your youngest voice shout of happiness.

“GRANDMA IS HERE!”

Karl let out a groan closing the grill, he knew what that meant. Turning to you he then wrinkled his nose. “Do I have too” 

“Yes...pleas.” 

Sighing he dropped his shoulders then walked over to you kissing your cheek. “And Karl....don’t hide this time.”

“Yes honey.”

The man sneered once Alcina ducked under your doorway, her nose wrinkling from the large back yard as her eyes scanned for any imperfections. Thank’s to Chris and the people he knew, they were able to create a bracelet that let them come out in the sun light.

“Everything is safe Alcina, now can you sit...please.”

Turning to you, the woman’s gaze softened as she bent down to cup your chin. “Now dear....I do hope Heisenberg has been treating you right.”

“Heisenberg has been amazing.” You weren’t lying, the man was really the best husband you could have asked for and a even better father. He loved you, you knew he loved you more than anything but his children were his world. You could remember when you first told him you were pregnant. How happy he was, that he broke down holding you close. His fingers gently rubbing your stomach, he was so scared that he might have hurt you.

“Ah...yes...I can see it.”

Laughing for a moment you nodded your head as you caught Cassandra and Daniel stepping out. The two of them rushing off to meet their niece’s and nephews. You almost miss Bela and Chris slipping in, now that was something you didn’t think would happen though here the two were. Look’s like Chris had found his soulmate in the village too. You smiled seeing the woman cooing at the baby in her arms as their son sat upon Chris’s shoulders.

Relaxing in the chair you felt another smile form on your face. Everything was perfect.

“Here! ya go! you picky bitch! one thing of Mountain Lion blood! you know how hard that shit is to get.” Karl snapped. 

Alcina gasped then scowled snatching the bottle blood from the mans hands. “I see you’re still a brutish oaf!”

“Oh! Ethan! do you think they’ll mind putting some bacon on my burger! and oh can you mix some peanut butter on my bun too!.”

“Of course honey, anything for you.”

“THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!!! DO IT AGAIN ROSE~”

“Mommy! do you think I can break rock’s like daddy did?”

“Of course you can sweetie!”

“Come on! this again! how did you people even find out about that!.”

Sighing you shook your head as your eyes looked over at your large family. It might look like an odd picture but it was yours and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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[drethanramslay]

A Christmas Miracle

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Leah Garcia)

Word Count: 1650 words

Masterlist

Warnings: None, its fluffy 🥰

Author’s note: Woah its been a while since I have posted and I truly apologize for the lack of content on my side🙈 But here I am, completely in my feels because its Christmas!! Merry Chrysler y’all. I hope you like this fic💓

I have decided to take part in @choicesweeklychallenge​ and the prompt is in bold-  “Merry Christmas, here's your gift.”

I am also taking part in @choicesdecemberchallenge and the prompt is Christmas

Song: I was listening to 80′s/ 90′s Christmas songs so you can do that as well

"Leah?"

Ethan's deep voice reverberated down the hallway as he placed his car keys in the funky bowl he had mixed feelings about.

"It will add some colour to our bare house, E." She had said as she patted his arm but all Ethan wanted to do was throw the abomination into the bay.

It was one of Leah's impulsive purchases in the local flea market which Ethan absolutely hated. While the vendor said it was some form of abstract art, it looked like a mangled kidney. At one point it may resemble a bowl but right now, the neon colours just made Ethan's head ache and itch to trash it.

It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?

"Ethan? I am in the living room." Her lovely voice floated towards him as he hung his coat on the hook and sighed as the warmth of the central heating engulfed him in a bubble of warmth and comfort.

Leah was busy setting up the moderate-sized Christmas tree they had near the gigantic windows through which moonlight poured in. The in-built fireplace was raring with a lovely fire, which cast dancing shadows all around their house- a comfortable and large place with plenty of sunshine and tranquility. It was located a little further away from the hustle and bustle of the city but at the same time, it was a mere ten-minute drive to the hospital.

Ethan found the house adequately decorated and was a perfectly acceptable accommodation but according to Leah, it was dull and in dire need of life. But sadly, the long strenuous shifts at the hospital didn’t give them much time to paint the walls or add Leah’s collection of trinkets.

But it has just been six months since we have shifted. I could always take her to IKEA during the three days off for Christmas.

As he walked in and took his beanie and gloves, he noticed that she was wearing his sweater and socks, which caused his lips to twitch with an amused smile.

"You stole my socks this time?"

She turned around and shot him an innocent shrug, an impish smile on her lips. "They are so much more comfier than mine."

He shook his head as he placed his messenger bag in its place. "At the rate you are stealing my clothes, I won't have anything to wear."

She answered without turning towards him. “You say it like it is a bad thing.”

Ethan rolled his eyes and replied, sarcasm lacing his baritone voice. “You would enjoy that, won’t you?”

She turned and placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight to her right leg. “I take this no clothes policy at home very seriously. You should start doing that soon my dearest husband.”

He chuckled lowly as he headed towards his wife.

His wife... He still couldn't get over the immense joy he felt when he addressed her that. The day when she said yes to be his, was one of the best days of his life. It was not a very big ceremony, only close friends and family had been invited. It was a mesmerizing, joyous and magical day which he could never forget.

The sheer contentment he felt when he looked at the gold band on his ring finger was a reminder of how their souls were intertwined forever and there was nothing which could compare to the rush of emotions he felt.

He placed his large hands on her waist and turned her towards him. She complied and looked up. A radiant smile made its way on her face which caused an onslaught of butterflies in the pit of his stomach. There won't be a day when he won't feel those butterflies when she smiled at him that way.

He reached to cup her warm cheek causing her to involuntarily shiver. "You are cold Ethan," She chattered.

"Care to warm me up?" He asked with a sly smirk playing on his lips.

Immediately Leah lifted to her tiptoes and Ethan bent down so that their lips could meet. It was a sweet kiss of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment.

She pulled back and her hands reached into his brunette locks and combed her fingers through them. "Now that you are here, can you help me with decorating the place?"

"You want to decorate the place? Isn't the tree enough?"

"Just putting on a Christmas tree and slapping some decorations isn't enough! We need to put up stockings, presents under the tree, streamers, candle-"

"Sunshine... That is way too much."

"No, it's not. It's not like we are lacking place in this dry and bare living room-"

"Minimalistic living is an important lifestyle!"

“No, it is a boring lifestyle. I have told you we need to add more colour-”

They bickered back and forth before coming to a compromise which consisted of setting up the tree, the stockings and a few candles here and there.

Ethan grumbled as he placed a red bauble on one of the branches. 90’s Christmas songs were blasting through the speakers to which Leah sang as she hung three stockings above the fireplace with Ethan, Jenner and her names on it. He stepped to the side, out of Leah’s way as she shuffled in with the fairy lights and a gigantic star.

Jenner was in a very merry mood as well. She followed Leah with what seemed as starry eyes, yipping and providing her input every now and then. As Leah wrapped the tree with fairy lights, Ethan stood on the side and watched the entire scene unfold, a smile on his lips.

The way their small family worked together... Made his heart burst with gratitude, happiness and love.

"E, could you help me put the star on top of the tree?"

Ethan was going to follow through but in the last moment, he lifted Leah, causing her to yelp. "Ethan!"

"What? I am helping you."

She shot him a dry look as she placed the star on top. "You think you are very smooth?"

"Only for you, love."

A gentle blush decorated her face as she awkwardly coughed and straightened the invisible wrinkles on his- their sweater.

I should make her flustered more often.

"Uhh… Do you want your gift now? I mean it's already twelve and technically it's Christmas." Leah asked, her eyes glittering like the inky night sky, an undertone of excitement shining like stars.

Ethan cocked an eyebrow, equal parts intrigued and wary. He nodded his head and Leah skipped towards the dining table as if eagerness provided a boost in her step. She reached for a paper bag with snowflakes printed on it and walked back towards Ethan.

“You might want to sit down for this.”

Uncertainty coloured his features as he took his place on the comfortable couch. “Leah… what is going on?”

“Merry Christmas, here's your gift. Open it,” She handed the bag to him and Ethan stuck his hand inside to find his gift. His fingers brushed against a smooth cloth which he clutched and pulled out so that he could scrutinize it better under the bright light of the room.

“Relax my dad is a doctor…” He read it slowly, his heart thundering against his chest, threatening to leap out as the realization set in.

“Sunshine…?” He looked up to see small tears on the edge of Leah’s beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

“Yes.”

“I am going to be a dad?” He asked, disbelief laced as he held the onesie against his chest. He looked at her face then her stomach.

“Yes, Ethan.”

“We are going to be parents?”

Leah chuckled as happy tears slipped down her face. She nodded her head. “Yes, Ethan. We are going to be parents.”

In a split of a second, Leah was pulled into a crushing hug and spun, causing her to laugh and wrap her arms around his neck. “Ethan!!”

“Leah, we are going to be parents.” Ethan whispered to her as he set her down and gazed lovingly into those familiar earthy hues which had come to be his safe place- his home. Leah cupped his cheek. “Yes, E. We would be some bomb ass parents.”

He placed his hand on her lower abdomen, a grin on his face. “I don’t know what that means but I trust it means well. When did you know?”

Leah smiled lovingly and placed her hand over his. “I found out two weeks ago when I had been late for my period. I had a hunch since I had been feeling sicker than usual. I took a blood test and lo and behold.”

“Did you already do the ultrasound?”

“Nope, I was waiting to tell you so that we could go together, tomorrow morning- well technically today-” Leah continued to babble when Ethan interrupted her.

“Leah?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

Ethan placed a chaste kiss on her lips, trying to convey all the emotions he was feeling. All the babbling thoughts on Leah’s mind died immediately as his lips engulfed hers in a passionate embrace. He rested his forehead against hers, his arms still around her. “Thank you so much, Leah… I am so blessed to have you and our little creation. I love you.”

“I love you too Ethan. I am so excited to start this new chapter in our lives together. I can’t wait to tell our family and friends.”

“Your dad is going to kill me.”

“Nah, he won’t”

“Well, I would for our daughter.”

“Ethan... we don’t know if it is a girl. For all, we know it could be a boy.”

“It is a fifty-fifty chance and I have a good feeling it is going to be a girl, sunshine. Can’t wait to spoil all my three girls.” Jenner barked in agreeance in the background causing them to laugh.

And for the rest of the night, they celebrated their Christmas miracle in each other’s arms.

I hope you liked it and it certainly was uncharted territory for me to write married AU😅 

Love you all and season’s greetings

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[crazy-loca-blog]

Hola hermosa! I bring you this week's round of newlywed questions!

Notes: Answer the following with pictures (dialogue from your characters is optional!). Collages are highly encouraged if you want to answer a question with multiple pictures because tumblr mobile only allows 10 total pics (there are 10 questions). Otherwise, tumblr on a desktop lets you add multiple pictures!

Also, don’t worry about picking pictures of your face claim (if any) to answer these! Any picture of the outfit/place, no matter who is wearing it, makes absolute sense! Have fun!

For MC

Favorite picture of Ethan at your wedding?

Favorite picture on your honeymoon (of him or otherwise)?

Favorite outfit(s) on him?

What does your home look like?

Picture of your spouse's last purchase.

For Ethan

Favorite picture of your wife at your wedding?

Favorite picture on your honeymoon (of her or otherwise)?

Favorite outfit(s) on him/her?

Picture of a dream getaway or date you would surprise her with?

Last picture she sent you.

Gracias guapa!!

As usual, I had so much fun answering these!! I love how these questions push me to give my vision of Ethan x Casey more freedom without forgetting the canon and how with every round of questions this pair seems to be more mine than PB's creation.

Masterlist

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For Casey

Favorite picture of Ethan at your wedding?

Casey: I know he tries to disguise it, but I could recognize his "what the hell am I getting into" face everywhere.

Ethan: I was so ridiculously nervous, I don't remember being this nervous about anything before, and I was talking a lot of nonsense... so I remember asking my dad and your brother why none of them stopped me from doing all of this when I talked to both of them before proposing, because I could never be good enough for you... and they both agreed that I had to stop being a fool and to start being happy... and then they reminded me that getting married was all my idea because the thought never crossed your mind while we were dating, not even once.

Casey: True... when he proposed, I actually thought he was joking. Since the moment I met him, I knew that marriage wasn't something he had considered for his life and I was fine with it because I hadn't considered it for myself either, so in my head, we were on the same page and getting married wasn't even an option. We were happy and that's everything I needed, I didn't need a ring or some signed paperwork. It took me like three hours and a conversation with my brother over the phone to realize that it was true, that he was dead serious and that we were getting married.

Favorite picture on your honeymoon (of him or otherwise)?

Ethan: Please Casey, don't embarrass me...

Casey: What? I was going for this one! Your NSFW pics are only for my personal delight, Ramsey. You should know by now that I'm a very private person.

Favorite outfit(s) on him?

Casey: First of all, let me clarify that my husband looks much, much better with no clothes on...

Ethan, pinching the bridge of his nose: I knew she'd find a way to embarrass me...

Casey: Hey! I'm saying nice things about you! Anyway, more than the outfit itself, it's what it actually represents. One, yeah, my husband is hot. Two, yeah, my husband does have a nice wardrobe. And three, and the real reason why I love this outfit, it's because he looks so laid back! It's so hard to make him relax, but truly relax, because his mind is always working on how to keep helping people and his job demands a lot of him. So if he's wearing this or something like this, then you know he's put his mind to rest for a day.

What does your home look like?

Casey: Do we need a ridiculously big apartment? No. Did we want a ridiculously big apartment just for the two of us? Yes. It's the only real thing that we've invested a lot of money on besides the car, so... no regrets...

Picture of your spouse's last purchase.

Casey: He bought himself a Swiss watch. Now I have no excuse to be late at work without the Chief noticing it.

Ethan, laughing: We go to work together every single day, there is no way that you're coming to work later than me!

Casey: You never know, Ethan...

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For Ethan

Favorite picture of your wife at your wedding?

Ethan: This one. My wife is smiling, she looks happy and my heart feels full of love every time I look at it. Period.

Casey, getting emotional: I might need a Kleenex right now...

Ethan: Are you okay?

Casey: Yeah... it's just that I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life...

Ethan, getting emotional: Trust me, I'm the lucky one here... I love you...

Casey: I love you, too...

Favorite picture on your honeymoon (of her or otherwise)?

Ethan: I don't know if she knows I took this picture of her, but I love it.

Casey: That's a great picture, babe! I hadn't seen it! You may have a future as my official photographer.

Favorite outfit(s) on him/her?

Ethan: She could wear whatever she wants, and she still would look better naked...

Casey: Ethan!

Ethan: ...so this is a hard one... OK, this one! I really like it because Casey is not a person who worries a lot about trends. She just takes whatever it's in her closet and makes it work. I consider that a gift and kind of her hidden talent.

Picture of a dream getaway or date you would surprise her with?

Ethan: I'm not working on this yet, but cover your ears and close your eyes, honey, or you might ruin the plan...

Casey, while covering her ears and closing her eyes: Not fair!

Ethan: Well, this was actually the original plan for our honeymoon, but after the wedding we were so exhausted that we ended up going to a beach and doing nothing more than relaxing, sleeping and having a lot of sex. But Casey is the type of traveller who needs to be challenged and the common tourist place won't make it for her. So I most definitely plan to take her to Europe for two weeks, but no big cities, only those small postcard villages in different countries.

Casey: Can I go back to normal now?

Ethan: Sure babe, you can.

Last picture she sent you.

Ethan, with a mischievous smile: Are you sure you want to see the last picture she sent me?

Casey: Ethan... keep it PG...

Ethan: Sorry, I can't do it... but I can show you the previous one... she sent me this picture to show me that she was having ice cream for lunch with Sienna and that I couldn't do anything to stop her from doing it.

Casey: But look at the sprinkles! You can't say NO to those!!!

#newlyweds game with your host bree #newlyweds ask game #newlyweds game #answered asks #messrprongs #ethan ramsey

[nightwingshero]

Rosemary, abatina, dill, hollyhock, and sweet pear for whoever you feel like talking about! 💜

Thank you, hun!!! I did a mixture, because I’m missing some old OCs of mine, and some need serious development. Yeah, so it got really long, I am so sorry!

Rosemary: What's their fondest memory?

Blair: It would probably be laying out in the backyard with her dad while they watched the stars, or her dad buying her that nice telescope that he’d use with her. It meant a lot to her that her parents indulged when it came to her interests, they were always supportive. Most of her time was spent at aquariums, the observatory, zoos, and just doing a lot of stuff with her parents. Science fairs were always a blast, because her parents would help. 

Emma: This would be either her and her brother Mark playing in the pond they had or playing football on the beach in the summer. Em would also work on an old Mustang, one she’s still helping him build, and Ash would come over most days and they would all just have a huge dinner in the backyard. Georgia gave decent weather for it. Most of her fondest memories are with her family or Ashton, because they grew up together and did a lot together when Emma’s family moved there. A beautiful, sunny day in Summer always takes her back. 

Quinn: There were times where they would travel back to Russia to visit the remaining members of his mother’s family, and he would love it. Quinn absolutely adored his babushka, and the stories she would tell. His mother would tell the same tales, but it wasn’t the same as how his babushka would tell it. There was also sailing with his father. That was something Quinn thoroughly enjoyed, and it was something they continued on doing until his father died. 

Wren: Definitely playing piano with her mother! That is probably the most precious moment for her. When she plays it now, she still feels as if her mother is there with her. Not only that, but her music teacher was her one good thing growing up. Mrs. Hall taught Wren how to actually play, and when Wren would sneak to lessons (under the guise of studying or going to the library), Mrs. Hall would often bake cookies and brownies for Wren, as if she were her own grandmother. Wren attended her funeral when she passed, and it actually felt like she had lost her grandmother when she heard. But those are memories she holds dear. 

Abatina: Are they very picky or particular about anything?

Blair: Not really, no. Blair is rather easy going and goes with the flow. I think the one thing would be don’t touch her work station. It’s organized chaos with an actual system that only she knows, and she will absolutely lose it if you mess with anything because that’s her life’s work you’re messing with. I think that could be said for any scientist though, and she is very verbal about it. It’s a light reminder, or a happy request until you get too close and she becomes slightly frazzled and makes you keep your distance. 

Emma: She can be an absolute control freak and has to have things a certain way (whether that’s because she was in the Marines or if she inherited it from her mother, who’s to say?) No eating in her cars, don’t touch her guns, and if you’re going along with her on something, you’re following her lead. Ashton, Nora, and even Roach give her hell for it, but honestly? Sometimes she can’t help it. Emma has a habit of taking control of a situation when it calls for it and she’s a super organized and neat person. Everything has it’s place, things are cleaned or done a certain way, and she would rather just do it herself. 

Quinn: His hair and shoes. Listen, Quinn is very boyish in looks (there’s a reason Ryan Gosling is his faceclaim) and his hair is usually neat or done how he wants it. He’s not overbearing about it, he just takes his time with it because he does put care into his appearance. His shoes are shined, his clothes match and his outfit is sharp, he doesn’t go more than a few days without shaving. Once the Collapse happens, it’s one of the things he can control, so he does. Grayson often jokes he’s the prettiest guy of Armageddon, but Quinn laughs with him. 

Wren: She doesn’t like it when other people drive. Having been in a traumatizing car accident, she prefers to be at the wheel for that sense of control. It’s honestly makes her so damn anxious when that’s not the case, and Quinn drives like a damn maniac from time to time in New Dawn. She will cling to something for dear life, and absolutely will backseat drive. It leads to a lot of spats between her and Jane, Quinn, and Ivy. 

Dill: Do they have any rivals?

Blair: I would say that one of the biggest would be John Constantine. Blair is skeptical when it comes to the mystical and supernatural, needless to say, she absolutely does not believe in magic. However, when the Particle Accelerator went off, someone close to her was wearing a totem or a spiritual pendent that got mixed into her meta powers (it’s how she can cosmic project and do some of the things she can with energy manipulation...it also helps balance out her going supernova and such), so...some of her powers are part of the arcane. Johnny knew that the second he met her, so when she gave him grief and became skeptical when he was helping Ollie bring Sara’s soul back, he just smirked at her and went “hate to burst your little bubble, love--” and honestly, they’ve been at it from there.  

Emma: Ha! Emma is competitive and very proud, so yeah, she has rivals, some more fun than others though. For example, her rivalry with Nikolai (and sometimes Price) is who can drink the other under the table. Yuri...well, they ended up in a fist fight on a misunderstanding when they first met, so while he’s working with her and the 141, there’s definitely some rivalry there with them trying to one up the other. She’ll spar with Ghost to see who is better too. Honestly, she’s always up for a challenge, and its something she shares with a lot of her fellow Marines back home--including her cousin and her teammates. 

Quinn: John fucking Seed. Listen, they hate each other, full on loathing, because Quinn isn’t afraid to point out that he’s in a cult and we all know how John is when someone makes him feel insecure and inadequate...with Quinn he very much does, even if that isn’t his intention.  It also doesn’t help that John notices how Quinn looks at his wife from time to time, and he doesn’t appreciate it, but the biggest thing is that Quinn openly challenges him on everything. To Quinn, he wants to poke holes in his logic and show that John isn’t at all what he thinks he is. Quinn is a natural leader, he had been in the Navy, he knows what that looks like and he’s quick to call John out on shit. Wren gives him a bit of a run, too, their rivalry just happens to uh...turn into something else. 

Wren: Holly Pepper and Mary May Fairgrave. Those are the two that gives her the most trouble. In any other scenario (and in most AUs), Wren and Mary May get along just fine, but in canon? Wren straight up punches her in the face. There’s more to it, of course. Wren is being worn down by people wanting her to do this and that for the Resistance, her constantly being pulled in every direction and being forced to give to people without them giving in return. And Mary May wouldn’t shut up about the truck, while saying Wren was dragging her feet on what the Resistance needed done (mostly because Wren was sleeping around with John, but they didn’t know that yet), and Wren just gets overwhelmed with frustration and anger, and straight up punches her in the face and tells her “if you want the truck so damn bad, go get it yourself”, and storms out. Holly Pepper later becomes an issue because she knows John slept around with her, and Holly loves shoving it in Wren’s face. So...Holly ends up dying because she straight up attacks Wren, and Jane helps her with it because she knows that John has a soft spot for Wren. Plus there’s that little shit Quinn in New Dawn...they’re a lot of fun. 

Hollyhock: What's their biggest goal right now?

Blair: Currently, it’s to find her place and stride with the team and her powers. She just wants to not have to lay awake at night and worry she’ll lose control again and hurt her friends and loved ones. Her whole life has changed, and there are still things that are throwing her off. She needs to find her footing again and feel more confident in what she’s become. Helping people, including herself and teammates/friends, is what’s most important to her. 

Emma: As of right now, it’s to regroup and hunt down Makarov. She’s still healing from when Shepherd took out the 141 base and tried to kill her, Ashton, and Nora. The stitches are still healing a bit, but she’s pumped up and ready to take him down. Her goal, and focus, is doing whatever Price and Soap need her to do. It’s almost tunnel vision at this point. 

Quinn: Take down the Highwaymen and fix whatever bullshit Whitney and Wren have going on. He won’t at all pretend he knows what fucking type of politics they have in New Eden, or what rules they’re going by, but it’s very damn clear that Ethan is no good and needs taken down. Him and Grayson came because Carmina asked Rush, and they were never ones to back down from a challenge, not when it comes to helping those in need. So, he’s gonna take down Mickey and Lou, allow Grayson to avenge Rush while protecting Prosperity, and then stand with Wren and Whitney as they take over New Eden.

Wren: That depends on if we’re talking Far Cry 5 or New Dawn, but she’s mostly taking out the head Seed and establishing peace. She’s trying to do what’s right, and whether that’s for herself (which is the eventuality of her changing sides) in Far Cry 5, or for their people and her family in New Dawn (overthrowing Ethan and opening New Eden to more freedoms.) It’s all revolved around Eden’s Gate though, and she agrees to help Quinn and Grayson because she still cares about Kim and Nick, and much of the others, so it’s just a pitstop on her plan. 

Sweet pea: If you had to choose a favorite dessert for them, what would it be?

Blair: Crème Brule, strawberry shortcake, or chocolate lava cake. You could say all of the above, to be honest, she loves sweets. Blair is always snacking, and they’re usually little cakes, fruits, or something sweet. There’s a reason crepes are her favorite breakfast foods, fruit and sweet? Yes. Which I guess you could  add porfait on the breakfast menu too, in that case...anyway, snacking is usually something her and Mick has in common, though she’s not constantly looking for it the way he is. Mick finds food in missions and randomly...Blair is more disciplined than that. She will grab stuff for him a lot of the times if they’re in the same room or if she’s working near him. Leonard just stares between them, he’s not sure what he thinks of their comrade (he also lost his more recent memories, so he can shut it.)

Emma: Dark chocolate cake or tarts. Anything that has a bitter or sour tinge to it, because she’s not really a sweets person. Not when it comes to that, at least. She loves her mom’s sweet tea (and homemade lemonade). But she just would have something like raspberry butter cookies, cherry pie, or even an old fashioned ice cream (yes, with bourbon). She loves dark chocolate though. And tiramisu. 

Quinn: Oh, he loves the Russian desserts his mom would make, and honestly, Quinn has such a sweet tooth. Bird’s milk cake, Russian rugelach, waffle cakes, and especially kartoshka. He would help his mom (or babushka when they would visit Russia), and would eat them with Russian tea they would make. He also enjoys many flavors of gelato. 

Wren: Cheesecake. Without a doubt. She has always been, and will forever be, in love with cheesecake. And all kinds, if we’re being totally honest. She will eat any flavor, she feels strongly about it. You wanna piss her off easily? Eat her cheesecake. Wanna get on her good side again? Bring her cheesecake. John does. Whenever he’s in trouble, he throws a cheesecake on it. She’s constantly eating it to the point Whitney and Rowan have both reminded her that it’s not a meal. Does she listen? No. 

#oc: blair chambers #oc: emma miller #oc: quinn langdon #oc: wren blake #my ocs #asks #arrowverse #call of duty #far cry new dawn #far cry 5

[cupidmarwani-archive]

Summary: Sarah didn’t know she was going to get married, but now she has a wife from a bitter country and a palace that no longer feels so friendly as her coronation approaches.

Warnings: Smut, Mild Violence, Implied Past Abuse

(1/13)

Sarah finds out about it exactly six days, three hours, nine minutes, and thirty seven seconds ahead of time. She’s just enjoying her breakfast and looking over an unusually busy schedule for the day when her father clears his throat across the table.

“I’m dying,” he tells her.

“I’m aware.”

“You need to get married before you ascend to the throne.”

That part she doesn’t even deign to respond to. They’ve argued about this since she was old enough to conceptualize marriage. Some arrogant, irritating man with a heart of greed and a mildly favorable position in another court will be chosen for her. They’ll marry. They’ll have kids whether she wants them or not, as she was so unkindly told when she bled for the first time and cried to one of the maids because she thought she was dying.

“Sarah.”

“Father.”

“I’ve arranged for your nuptials.”

“I’m not getting married.”

“You’ll be married on Sunday.”

“No.”

She stabs a bite of her omelette rather viciously with a fork, and after a long moment of consideration, doesn’t bother to eat it. The conversation has sent her stomach rattling with butterflies, and for all she’s worth, she can’t shake a mixture of nausea and terror at the mere thought of a wedding, let alone one orchestrated by her father. She knows what sort of man he is. What he did to his first wife. Her mother. His third wife. His string of mistresses, here and there. Who’s to say the husband he has chosen for her will not be the same?

The first thing on her schedule is a dress fitting. She assumed it would be another for her coronation dress, the royal colors stitched together in the finest silks from kingdoms abroad and perfectly tailored to her, held for now by safety pins on the back because eventually, she will be hand-stitched into it by Natalie’s careful and gifted fingers. Natalie’s mother before her made Sarah’s mother’s wedding dress and all her ceremonial gowns. The gift, the talent was passed from mother to child. Sarah doesn’t know much about her own mother outside what’s on the photos lining walls and newspaper clippings that spoke of a great and noble woman from the court.

But this will be a wedding dress, and when she walks into the fitting chamber, Natalie has a spread of fabrics draped across the tables pushed against each wall. Some are a crisper white, others tinted a pale snowing blue, others falling toward a tawny cream. Fabric choices for the dress. Natalie herself sits on a stool finishing up a sketch.

“This is all we’ll be working on this week, the coronation dress is                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         going to have to be on hold,” Natalie says. She sounds a little panicked. “I’ve narrowed it down to three designs already, and then we’ll choose a fabric and I’ll make a quick muslin to make sure you like it.”

“Did you know?”

Her lips pull into a sympathetic frown. “I just found out an hour ago. I’m sorry, Sarah.”

“Just show me the designs.”

The three thumbnails are all on the same page. One is mermaid style, Sarah recognizes that much. The next has a straight, but not form-fitting or puffy skirt that seems to be more conservative and catered to what her father would want her to wear. And there’s one with long sleeves and a mildly flared skirt, drawn with a slit up the center that reveals what appear to be pants as opposed to the plainly exposed feeling that skirts often leave her with. And it reminds her of something her mother would wear when walking among the people in old reports.

“I like this one.”

“I thought you would.” Natalie turns to a new page and marks it with her pencil before standing up and reaching for the thin muslin to get a thought on shaping. Tighter on the bodice, flaring at the waist. The pants look in the sketch to be more like leggings, or tights, so that’s something that will probably be a separate piece from the rest. Sarah’s not certain, she doesn’t know much about clothes. “Arms out.”

The fabric wraps around her waist and cinches tight before being fit with pins to make sure it’s proper. Sarah can’t breathe, but it’ll be slightly better once she doesn’t have this gown in between. Another of Natalie’s creations. She’ll likely be stuffed into a corset, too, and that’ll come into play during fittings later on. An assistant comes in to start pinning long sleeves. Another starts on her skirt. There isn’t time to leave this to just Natalie, no matter her talent, because they’ve been given less than a week’s notice about what will become of her.

“Warm, cool, or neutral white?”

“What will the groom be wearing?”

“Something traditional from his country, probably.” Natalie loosens the fabric right beneath her shoulder blades. “Rumor has it he’s from Jenia, so we’re expecting red.”

“Fertility and passion.”

“Something like that.”

Sarah hums and decides she wants a cool toned white. Maybe even a pale blue or mint, a subtle expression of her displeasure at this whole affair. Marriage. She’d rather die, if she had any idea what would happen to the kingdom in her absence. Any other successor her father could think of naming would destroy them.

“I want something green. Dark, actually. Think forest.”

“The king-”

“Isn’t getting married,” Sarah says firmly. “If I have to do this, I’ll do it my way, and I’m not going to wear white. He should be happy I don’t dress for mourning.”

“I’ll send someone for fabric.”

Natalie comes around to her front and pins the muslin around her chest before taking her pen and marking out a seam allowance and a line to throw a gathering stitch to better accentuate her body. It’s just for this awful wedding.

“I’ll have the muslin and final sketch done by dinner, if you want to come by this evening to look over everything before I start the real thing. And I’ll have fabric by then, too.”

“Yeah.”

She spends the next half hour getting fitted before she’s off, leaving a kiss to Natalie’s cheek and a handful of bills in her palm to make up the difference between a meager seamstress’ salary and the expenses of a single mother trying to do right by her young son. There had been a time it was refused, but now, Natalie knows that Sarah won’t take no for an answer, and this is worth it. Owen is a happy kid in daycare, much more so than perpetually playing by himself in a pen or crib at the corner of the room. It’s good for both of them.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

Natalie smiles one last time as Sarah steps out and there’s a guard at her side to accompany her into town. Some fountain she’s dedicating in her last few weeks as a figurehead before someone else has to take her place. Freedom, fresh air, might help her with this stifled feeling rising in her chest and making her want to scream for any kind of release from this. At least it’s Ethan. He’s nice to her, makes her feel safe no matter what. And he’s polite to her, really, unlike some of the others. He doesn’t make comments about the way she looks, and he keeps a respectful touch when he must make contact. Gloved hand on her inner elbow to escort her, endlessly gentle when he pushes her behind him in a moment of danger. She trusts him.

“Apparently I’m getting married.”

“I’ve heard. Your father made the official announcement broadcast this morning. Apparently invitations were sent out a month ago.”

He waited so long to tell her. Sarah fucking hates her father and his underhanded manipulation to force her into what he wants. It’s too late to back out, however, and so she has to go along with it as much as possible. Once she’s queen, she’ll be able to find some way out of it.

“Your betrothed arrives on Friday night,” Ethan says, helping Sarah step up into the car. “I’m supposed to go to Jenia in the morning as part of the escort. A gesture of goodwill, I suppose.”

“You’ll be gone for all the planning? I can’t do this on my own, I-”

“You’ll be just fine, your highness.”

He shuts her door and comes around to the other side, slipping in just before the engine purrs to life and they’re off to the new fountain. Say some pre-prepared speech that someone else wrote for her about what it means for the country and the people. Cut a ribbon. Take a few photos. Kiss a baby. She hates the meaningless press jobs like this, but someone has to do them, and right now, that’s her. She’s been trained since birth to rule, but her control freak father won’t give her the slightest bit of influence. She’s just a pretty face for PR.

And as she winds up standing in bright sunlight, overheating in heavy fabric and reading off a fucking prompter for the cameras, she wishes that she could leave all this behind and be an actual ruler. Take care of her people instead of waste her time on all this petty shit.

By the time she gets home, she’s exhausted and her cheeks ache from false smiles, but she still has hours of responsibilities to fulfill.

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Out of Order Love

Chapter Five: Drama in a Safe Place

tomhollandxreader

Summary: It was meant to be a fun time in Vegas. Spending time with the best friend and celebrate getting done with college to turn the page to a new chapter in life. If only (Y/N) realized she would be turning a few extra pages by accidentally marrying her favorite actor.

Word Count: 3715

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"So, Jamie is dating Cade, who is best friends with Noah, and Jamie and Noah are really good friends but also exes?" Tom repeats as we grab our suits from my room.

"You got it." I say as I crouch in front of my dresser and pull out my bikini top and high waisted bottoms.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Tom inquiries from behind me. I turn and see him holding a dark blue pair of trunks in one hand and a black with green stripe down the side in the other, "This one or this one?"

"Blue," I say as I stand, "but if you wanna wear the other one if you want, I'm not going to stop you."

"No, I'll go with the blue one. Thank you, darling." I smile at him as I pass him to go change in the bathroom. As I change, I lock eyes with my reflection in the mirror. I see all the things I don't always love about my body, and grimace. On a day like today, I would have waltzed right back to my room and grabbed a one piece, but I know Tom would ask me why. That's something I didn't want to explain to someone who is basically a stranger. I remind myself that I am healthy, that I am beautiful in my own way, and that I am a person my younger self would have looked up to. I let out a sigh and finish fastening my top and slip my bottoms on before I change back into my t-shirt and shorts. I grab a hair-tie from the bathroom cabinet before walking back to my room. Tom is standing there scrolling through his phone. "Do you want to bring extra clothes to change into if we stay longer and hang out?" I ask as I pass him.

"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea." He digs in his bag and grabs a pair of shorts and boxers. While he does, I grab a bag from behind him and then take it from his hands, fold them, and place them in the bag. He watches me as I walk over to my dresser and grab a bra and underwear from the drawer and place them inside. "I don't get it." He whispers.

"Get what?" I glance at him as I walk out of the room to grab towels, I bump into him when I walk back in.

"You're just not, I don't know," he runs a hand through his hair, "you're not awkward about any of this. You are just going through it like this," he gestures between the two of us before taking the bag from my hand to hold it open so I can place the towels in the bag. "Like this isn't weird. I just, if I had to grab any of your things, I feel like I would just be super weird about it. I don't know."

"Stuff like this just doesn't bother me." I let out a small laugh, "You might hear from a few people that I'm 'the mom' of the group so I've played the part. I actually like to take care of people, and make them comfortable, I mean, it's my job." I take the bag back from him and walk out into the hallway.

"Okay, well, thank you anyways. It makes this a little easier, and makes me feel a little better." He says, pausing beside me as I open the hall closet and pull out sunscreen and toss it in the bag before walking into the kitchen.

"We are husband and wife after all, we have to figure out how to do things together." I tease, trying to lighten the mood.

"That's true." He watches me as I go from one side of the kitchen to the other. "Do you want me to carry anything?"

"Uh, yeah," I say pointing at the lemonade and chips on the counter. "Can you carry those? Jamie's mom wanted me to bring it along." He hums as he grabs them. "Oh," I notice my ring still nestled in its place. "Should we leave these here or just put them in the bag when we get there?"

"I can put them on my chain so we don't lose them. It's not like I take it off anyway."

"Good idea," I laugh. Before the two of us leave, I lock the front door and grab the small white board that is on the fridge and write Haz at Em's. Tom and I at Jamie's. Be back later.

"Making sure your family knows where we disappeared to?"

"Communication is key." I smile at him and grab my keys and sunglasses before we head out the garage. After shutting it we hop in and I begin backing out.

"How long will it take us to get there?" He asks while shifting the food in his lap.

"Less than two minutes." I hum as I get on the road and head down to her house.

"Really?"

"Yeah, how do you think I see her every week? It's perfect, I could run to her house faster if I was able to go through people backyards, but that's trespassing." This causes him to laugh loudly as I pull onto her road and pull into her driveway. There are two cars on one side of the driveway and another one on the opposite. I pull up to the unfamiliar car and park beside it. Must be Chris' car. The two of us walk up to the door and I knock before letting myself in. Jamie's dog, Max, barks and jumps slightly at me when I walk in. "Hi Mom! We come bearing gifts!"

"Hi, (Y/N), how are you?" She calls from the kitchen, Tom and I walk around the corner with Max at our heels. She laughs, "Max leave them alone. Thank you, honey, with all the people we have today this'll help a little." Tom hands her the goods before she gives him an even bigger smile. "You must be Tom. It's nice to meet you."

"You as well, ma'am."

"(Y/N), I wanted to prepare you before you two go out there." I look at her with a raised eyebrow, "Ethan decided to stay instead of just dropping Chris off. I didn't want to be rude, but I should have said something. I'm sorry."

I give her a soft smile, not happy, but there are several other people outside who have to be feeling the same. "Don't worry about it, Mom. It'll be fine, just gotta stay positive." She smiles at me and waves at us to head outside. I walk into Jamie's room and strip out of my clothes and then open the door and gesture for Tom to hand me his shirt.

He lets out a laugh before pulling it over his head and tossing it to me to put in my bag before we head outside with towels and sunscreen in hand. "Um, (Y/N)," Tom whispers, catching my arm. "Who's Ethan?"

"Uh," I have my hand on the door to the backyard, "my ex-boyfriend." Tom lets out a little 'ah', letting go of my arm as I open the door, Max attempting to slip out the small opening. "No, Maxie, you cannot go in the pool." I gesture Tom out ahead of me before I close the door behind me.

An excited voice screeches from the pool, "(Y/N)!!"

"Hey, kid! Hey everyone!" Tom follows me to the patio table so we can set our stuff down.

Jamie, Cade, and Noah are standing closer together in the pool, Ethan is standing near them but I can tell he isn't really a part of the conversation, and Olivia and Chris are talking by the ladder. Chris is holding a water gun in hand that I know is aimed at me, to be shot once I am none the wiser.

I go to grab the sunscreen when Tom nudges my hand with his, he puts his hand out and I look at him in confusion before I realize he wants my ring. "Oh." I slip off my ring so he can slip it on his chain, taking his off as well and repeating the process before clipping the chain back together and setting it on the table. "Can you spray my back?" I murmur turning and moving my hair from my back.

"Sure thing, love." He takes the sunscreen and sprays my back, when he does coldness appears on my bare stomach.

"Brat! What you doing spraying me, that's rude."

Chris just laughs and sprays me again.

Tom chuckles behind me, spraying himself before passing me the spray so I can do the same to him. After, he grabs his chain and puts it on. Then he turns toward me with a small smirk playing on his lips. "Trust me?"

"Of course, why would you a-ask-" I'm cut off as Tom moves and throws me over his shoulder before running and jumping into the pool. Once we surface I squeal at him and splash him in the face, which causes him to let out a soft 'hey'. "You twat!"

Tom laughs, "I'm sorry, love, but that was too good of an opportunity to pass up."

I pout as I swim a little bit away. He catches my wrist, and when I turn to look at him, he kisses my lips softly before smiling at me and winks. I roll my eyes as I turn and swim toward the shallow end, Chris grabs me before I can even say hello to Jamie and spins me softly.

"Hey, kid, how's life?" I ask him while I am still in the air.

"Good," he says as he sets me down. Olivia takes his place and throws her arms around me. "School sucks, but it is whatever."

Olivia looks up at me with a bright smile and whispers, "Who is that?"

"I'll explain momentarily." I look at Tom who is being greeted by Jamie, who gives him a warm smile. "So, let me introduce who I brought with me. This is Tom, my husband." My voice trails at the end.

"Did you say husband?" Noah asks me, then turns to Tom, "And you're Tom Holland, you played Spider-Man. We," he gestures to Cade, Jamie, and me, "saw the movie the day it came out for this one's birthday." He playfully throws an arm around Jamie's shoulder who rolls her eyes.

"Oh my gosh, it happened!" Olivia excitedly whispers to me, "You married Tom Holland!" I shush her giggling, Chris giving us a funny look. Ethan is just standing and taking in everything.

"Let me introduce you to everyone," I tell Tom as I go back to his side and grab his hand. He laces his fingers into mine and smiles at me. "You have already met Jamie, behind her is Cade. Noah is the one who just mentioned Spider-Man, Ethan, Chris and Olivia." I point at each friend in turn.

Tom nods and smiles at everyone. "It's nice to meet you all. (Y/N) tried to prepare me as best as possible before we got here."

"Well," Noah says clapping his hands together. "Let's hope she did well enough."

An hour and a half of goofing around and the boys participating in too many chicken fights, we are all tired.

Tom had even attempted to put me on his shoulders, but I squirmed enough and told him simply I was too heavy to do that. He turned me around and leaned toward me, his arms crossed across his chest, driblets of water falling from his hair down his toned chest as he stared at me. "Love, you're beautiful. And if I am able to throw you over my shoulder and run with you to the pool I don't think you sitting on my shoulders will be in too much of a problem." I blush at his words but tell him that I just don't feel comfortable. He smiles and lets out a soft 'okay' before placing a hand on my hip and kisses my forehead, which causes Chris and Olivia to squeal and aww at us.

"I think we need to take a break," Noah groans.

"I agree," Tom says with a laugh. He grabs my waist and pulls me so my back is pressed against his chest. He brings his lips to my ear and murmurs, "I'll be back, just running to the loo."

I nod and he lets go. Hoisting himself out of the pool and walking to where we left our towels, drying partly off before slipping inside.

"Can I ask the big question I am sure everyone is wondering?" Ethan's voice cuts through the air. I turn and look at him like everyone else. "What is the deal, you are just suddenly married; and I can get where I wouldn't know about it, but how do they not know?"

"It was just sudden." I say, not really wanting to explain.

"Sudden how, because I would think a big celebrity like him would have been posting a little more about his significant other." He folds his arms across his chest, "Is it true that you two eloped in Vegas?"

"This really doesn't matter, Ethan." Jamie tries to cut in.

"Well, I'm not asking you. Besides, he talked about it in an interview." He gives me a smile, its cold and knowing. It was very different to the way he smiled at me when we would run into each other in public and were civil, and might even consider each other friends. "I even bet there was a bit of alcohol involved, right?"

I wrap my arms around myself subconsciously. "What does it even matter-" I can hear the back door open and close behind me.

Ethan suddenly gasps, cutting me off. "He took your virginity, didn't he!?"

"Ethan! That's enough!" Jamie cuts in, Tom is now back in the pool standing beside me, but it feels like everything is so far away.

"The look on your face says it all." He laughs darkly.

"It's none of your damn business what she does, Ethan." Cade cuts in moving toward him.

"And it is none of your business cutting into our conversation." He growls back.

"It's not a private conversation, we are standing right here. Also (Y/N) should have the right to tell who she feels comfortable telling, not be questioned by someone who doesn't care-"

"You have no right to talk to me like that, douchebag-"

"And you have no right to talk to either one of them like that in my house," Jamie cuts in, moving to Cade's side, and placing a hand on his arm. "Leave."

Ethan laughs, "What did you say, did you tell me to leave?"

"I did, I should sweep you out 'cause you're trash." She moves toward him but Cade grabs her wrist, stopping her."I did not invite you in the first place. You invited yourself, now get out." She states, her voice hard.

"I'm not leaving, why should I? You can't tell me what to do-"

"No, a self-centered asshole like you only cares about himself." I cut in, moving away from Tom and walking toward him. "What does it matter what I do in my life, it doesn't involve you. Why does any of this matter to you?" My fists clench and a let out a bitter laugh, "I am happy. You aren't apart of my life anymore, so it shouldn't matter what I do." Ethan smiles smugly at me, "But you wanna know what?" I point back at Tom, "He has been here since day one. He is actually here for me, and I know he will actually give a shit about me when I need someone to reassure me that our relationship isn't falling apart and give me the so called 'attention' I deserve." Ethan's face falls, he looks disappointed, almost guilty. "Now, get out of this pool, and get the fuck out of this house."

"You can't-"

"I can, because Jamie is my best friend. Not only have you offended and mistreated me, you have done that to Cade and her as well. You can get the fuck out." I spit, glaring at him.

Ethan scoffs and gets out of the pool. But before he gets to the door he turns and hollers, "I'm not coming back to get Chris; my parents aren't home so I'll just go out and do whatever. He won't be able to go home."

I fold my arms across my chest and give him a knowing smirk, "You are at his best friend's house, and I'm here, a girl who is unofficially adopted him as a younger brother. Besides, I would love to hear what your mom says when he calls and says that he couldn't go home tonight because you were out drinking."

Ethan glares at me before he walks inside and slams the glass door. The air is tense and suddenly I am aware of Tom's eyes on me. He moves toward me and goes to place a hand on my arm but I pull away and get out of the pool so I can make sure Ethan leaves.

Behind me, Noah asks, "So, Tom, what was it like turning to dust?" Tom lets out a small laugh and I let out a sigh as I grab Tom's previously used towel and wrap it around my waist before going inside. I walk into the living room and see Jamie's mom sitting in her chair and Jamie's dad outside on the porch.

"Dale wanted to make sure Ethan didn't do anything stupid while he left." Jamie's mom says, she turns and looks at me, "Am I allowed to know what happened?"

"He was being inappropriate and asking me about my and Tom's relationship. He then was rude to both Cade and Jamie so I blew up and forced him to leave." I let out a huff, folding my arms around myself. "Chris might need to call his mom to find out where a spare key is, or go to someone else's house. Ethan made it very clear he wasn't spending the evening at home doing anything responsible."

"Good to know." She smiles at me, "Might want to go back out there before someone comes in to see if you left too."

"Probably."I laugh as I slip back into the kitchen and peek through the window to the backyard. Noah is on top of Cade's shoulders and Chris is on top of Tom's starting another chicken fight. I smile at the boys and see Jamie and Olivia coming to the door, so I decide to just go back outside.

Jamie pulls me into a hug as I slip out of the house. "That was the biggest dick move he could have ever pulled. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just went to make sure that he didn't key my car or something, but dad had me covered." I look over at the boys when we hear a splash and see Tom cheer with Chris still perched on his shoulders. "He is going to be sore tomorrow."

"All of them will," Olivia laughs, she turns and looks at me with a big grin. "Did he fall out of a tree?" She whispers.

I laugh loudly, "No, he did not. If he did, I don't remember it."

"Damn," Olivia giggles.

"What are you ladies laughing about?" I tense as Tom walks over to join us. He reaches out to take my hand and smiles at me gently.

"Nothing," I sing, squeezing his hand.

He takes the opportunity to pull me into his side and wrap his arm around my waist. "Oh? It doesn't look like nothing." He squeezes me closer before resting his forehead to the side of my head, glancing at Jamie and Olivia before speaking. "I hope you ladies don't mind, but I would like to talk to my wife for a moment."

"Uh," Jamie looks at me to see if I need her to avert leaving, but I smile and nod at her to tell her it is fine. "Yeah, c'mon, Liv, let's get back in the pool." The girls walk away and Tom turns me in his arms so I'm facing him.

"I'm sorry-"

"What are you sorry for, (Y/N)?" He holds my arms and looks at me. "I just want to know what happened. I missed part of the conversation, I'm assuming since I was inside. I just want to know what all was asked." I sigh and look down, he places his hand on my chin and makes me meet his eyes, "Hey, we are in this together, remember? What happened?"

"Ethan started to question our relationship," I start, Tom pulling his lips into a hard line. "And the questions escalated to a point where I was uncomfortable. You got there at that point."

"He wasn't being very civil." He points out.

"No," I sigh. "He turned into more of an asshole the last few months of our relationship. I just have never experienced it at that level."

"Well, now I know why you broke up with him-"

"He actually broke up with me."

"Well," he smiles at me, "Am I at least better than him?" I laugh and nod. Tom pulls me to him and hugs me. "(Y/N), did- did I um... was he right?"

I sigh and hug him closer, "Yeah, but we don't need to talk about it. I mean, we don't remember it anyways."

"I'm still sorry." He mutters, squeezing me again before pulling away to look at me. He smiles at me and presses his forehead to mine, sighing. "Oh, remind me to never get you that mad."

"It doesn't happen very often, don't worry." I laugh.

"Hey!" Tom and I look over at the pool to see Noah laughing and Chris looking at me in questioning, "Why would you give up being a dictator to make Tom king?"

I shake my head and laugh while Tom gives me a confused look. "What the fuck-"

I place a hand on his chest and shake my head. "It's an inside joke, I'll explain later." Tom nods before taking my hand and dragging me back to the pool.

Part 6

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Meet My Wife: Chapter 12

A/N: I want to thank you all who continue to follow me and read my stories. And to everyone who takes the time to like, comment and share-- not just my stuff, but all the works from all other writers. The love you send far outweighs the hate we get and takes the sting away from the negativity. So thank you. I love you all. Enjoy!

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You’re standing in a room full of people, next to your Aunt Diane, who is clutching onto her husband and intermittently sobbing into the crumpled, soggy tissue in her hand. A few feet away, your mother rests in her casket. When you arrived at the funeral parlor earlier this morning, they had allowed you to view her remains and you had fought with your Aunt about whether or not the casket should be closed.

You had insisted that it be shut, that this wasted, skinny, barely recognizable woman be hidden away from all the prying eyes. Her drug habit had stolen her beauty and her youth and she looked like a shell of her former self. You watched as they lowered the lid over her, your heart aching, but still no tears would come.

You greeted each person as they came up to pay their respects and offer condolences, thanking them for coming and for their kind words and still no tears would come. You wondered if something inside of you was broken. You wondered if you would cry again.

“Miss Y/L/N?” a voice asked, snapping you out of your sad thoughts. You look up and see a kind looking older man in front of you.

“It’s Mrs. Holmes, now, actually,” your Aunt corrects and you just nod.

“Is there somewhere we can talk?” he asks, quietly and you get the distinct feeling he doesn’t want your aunt to hear. You nod and lead him towards the back of the room, away from everyone else.

“I am David Deering. I am the solicitor handling your mother’s estate,” he explains and you nod, showing you understand and that you are following. “Your father had taken out a large life insurance policy on both he and your mother before he died. Unfortunately, his policy was null and void because he ended his own life…” he pauses and frowns uncomfortably before continuing. “Your mother’s however, remains intact and is payable to you upon her death. It’s quite ample and will more than cover the cost of her burial, with enough left over to help you with tuition. I understand you are in Med School?” Again, you simply nod. “Here is my card, call the office to set up an appointment once you’ve gotten all her affairs settled.”

“Thank you,” you say, speaking at last. You take the card and he leaves as you rejoin your aunt and uncle.

“What did he want?” she asks, eying you suspiciously.

“Old boyfriend,” you shrug and you can tell she isn’t buying it. You feel sick, thinking about money while the wasted corpse of your mother rests in a box behind you. Your head starts to spin and you feel as if you can’t breath. On shaking legs, you dart from the stuffy parlor room out the the car park. You gasp for air, choking on deep breaths and you know you are about to pass out. Sinking down to the sidewalk, you bring your arms to rest on your bent knees and bury your face in them. And finally, the tears come. Bitter, wracking sobs that shake your whole body.

You sense someone come to sit beside you and then, you feel a hand on your back, rubbing slow, comforting circles there. You glance up and are stunned to see Sherlock sitting next you.

“Sherlock,” you choke, “What are you doing here?” He looks confused and hurt but pulls you into his lap.

“Where else would I be?” he asks and you wrap your arms around his neck and let him hold you while you fall to pieces.

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You duck inside the familiar foyer, soaked and panting slightly. You feel a bit nervous, wondering what the one on one dynamic with him will be like and you pray that it’s not too awkward or painful.

You both shuck off your wet coats and hang them in the hall to drip dry. Still drenched, Sherlock sets about starting a fire in the hearth and you stand just inside the door, shifting your weight from one soggy foot to the other. Once it is started, he stands and turns back to you.

“Wait here,” he says, disappearing into his bedroom. You listen to the sound of the fire starting to grow, making little snapping and popping sounds. A few moments later, Sherlock reappears, now dressed in a dry pants and a t shirt, holding a towel and a dark blue robe.

“You can dry off and put this on,” he says, handing you the items. “If it won’t make you too uncomfortable.” At that moment you are so grateful at the prospect of getting out your wet clothes that you take both the towel and the dressing gown and lock yourself in the bathroom. You peel off the drenched items and towel off your hair and body. You pick up Sherlock’s robe and slip it on, the soft material caressing your bare skin. It smells like him and you inhale the decidedly masculine scent. The smell triggers something in your brain and it’s as if you’ve been transported back in time.

Sherlock moving above you, your hands sliding down his muscular back, his skin slick with sweat. Sherlock spinning you around the small living room of your flat, dancing with you for no reason on a gray and damp Saturday afternoon. Sherlock holding you tightly as you cry at your mother’s funeral. It’s passion, joy and comfort all at once, all rolled up in one familiar scent. Your heart is racing as you toss the towel over the shower curtain bar and scooping up your clothes, you struggle to regain your composure. You’ve read studies that claim the strongest memories are tied to scent and you wonder if the strongest emotions are too… if scent-memory is powerful enough to awaken long buried feelings.

You exit the bathroom and see Sherlock in the kitchen, putting the kettle on. He looks so casual and you cannot help but notice how snugly the sleeves of his shirt hug his biceps, how the trousers hang off his hips as he stands there in his bare feet. Suddenly, you realize that maybe the feelings that have been re-ignited inside you weren’t as deeply buried as you want to believe. You wonder if he would still make you feel as incredible as he did all those years ago.

You shake your head, trying it clear it of your lusty thoughts as you drape your wet clothes over the screen in front of the fire. Between Ethan’s trips, his jet lag and your disagreement, it’s been a long time since you’ve had sex and you suddenly feel incredibly… frustrated.

You turn towards the window and look down at Baker Street. It is still pouring out and not a soul is visible. You hear the screeching of the kettle and smile. Sherlock is turning out to be a very thoughtful host.

You move to the sofa and curl up, tucking your legs beneath you and arranging the edges of the robe so that your modesty is preserved. Your body is humming and you are suddenly acutely aware that you are totally nude underneath your borrowed robe. You cinch the belt of the robe tighter as Sherlock reappears with a tea tray.

“Thanks again,” you say, reaching to fix yourself a cup of hot tea. “You really didn’t have to go to the trouble.”

“No trouble at all,” he replied simply as he poured himself some tea. “I doubt the rain will let up anytime soon. Stay as long as you like.” You hide your smile with your teacup.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a bit, warming up and listening to the fire crackling in the hearth and the heavy rain drops pelting the window panes.

You stand and set your empty cup on the tray and head towards the bookshelves. Your eyes scan what you quickly determine to be the most random and eclectic collections of literary works known to man. Law, criminology, botany, police manuals, historical biographies, music scores, anatomy and physiology, beekeeping… your fingertips land on a book about the trial of Mary Ann Cotton.

“Oh a good choice,” Sherlock says approvingly. “Victorian serial killer convicted and hanged for the murder. It is likely that she murdered three of her four husbands and possibly 11 of her 13 children.”

“Don’t spoil it for me,” you gripe, returning to the couch. You perch there in the same manner as before and open the book. You have only read the first few paragraphs when you feel Sherlock’s eyes on you. “What?” You ask automatically. He looks at you, eyes narrowed and lips pursed for a moment before answering.

“Does he ask about them?” he says at last. As usual, you brain feels as if it is two steps behind his.

“Does who ask about what?” You ask, letting out a frustrated sigh. Instead of answering, he stands and crosses the room. Balancing a hand on the arm of the sofa, he leans down towards you. He brings his other hand up, slowly, and you are frozen in place as it gently slips inside your robe, just below your throat. Your eyes are fixed on his as soft fingertips graze your skin and curl around the necklace that you always wear. Your heart is hammering in your chest as he gently tugs it loose and holds the two rings that you’ve kept strung on the chain in palm of his hand.

“Does your fiance…ever ask about the wedding rings…you wear so close to your heart,” he replies.

“No,” you croak, your voice betraying you. “I think he assumes they were my mother’s. He’s never asked…”

“…and you’ve never told,” Sherlock says and he his so near to you now that his deep voice is reverberating inside your chest. You shake your head and Sherlock drops the rings and they fall back against the soft fabric of the robe. You pray that he doesn’t ask you why, after all these years, after all the distance and all the hurt, do you still wear them. You have no answer for him, you aren’t even sure why you’ve kept them all this time. He leans in closer, his lips so close to yours you can feel his breath on your skin.

“Don’t,” you whisper, your voice devoid of conviction, “I’m engaged.”

“No. You’re married. To me,” he growls and his lips are on yours. It’s familiar and foreign all at once and your hands move to his dark curls and you feel them slipping through your fingers and it’s as if not a single day has passed.

He’s pulling you up, off the couch, his long arms encircling you and you are moving towards his room, all the while never breaking the kiss. He kicks his door shut behind him and tugs at the sash of your borrowed robe. His hands slip inside and are roaming over your body as if you’ve never stopped being his.

Your hands are moving, too. Tugging his shirt up and off, reaching for the button on his pants and undoing it. You can’t believe this is happening, that you are allowing it to happen. You can’t believe how much you want this. His lips graze over your throat and you feel the edge of the mattress hit the back of your legs. You remember everything about making love to him and yet, this is so new that you know nothing of making love to him. Even though so much has changed for both of you, one thing has remained constant through the passing of time: Being with Sherlock is still fast, hot, freeing and dangerous.

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it's a good thing ethan was fully dressed and wearing his jacket/shoes for a sit down dinner at home with his wife when re/8 kicked off imagine going through the whole game barefoot and in pajamas

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Meet My Wife: Ch 16

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You are surprised to find Sherlock waiting for you when you lock up the office for the night. Wordlessly, you flip him the keys to the motorcycle and he grins before pulling the helmet over his unruly curls.

He takes the long way back to Baker Street and you are happy for an excuse to hold onto him. At the light before he takes the turn onto his street, he removes his hand from the clutch and reaches down, placing a hand on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze. You rest your helmet against his back and wonder what in the hell you are doing. This is more than just sex, more than an arrangement, more than an old habit hard to break. You never stopped loving him, all those years away, all thoughts nights apart.

You have never been unfaithful to a single man you’ve been with, the very thought had never crossed your mind. Yet, here you were, engaged to a man you cared for deeply, still wearing the wedding bands from a marriage you couldn’t seem to end. You squeeze your eyes shut as the light turns green and Sherlock accelerates towards home.

He pulls up in front of the flat and parks your bike. You hesitate on the sidewalk and he can see the conflict raging behind your eyes.

“You don’t have to come up if you don’t want to,” he says and suddenly and you catch a flash of the patient, loving man that was your husband. He clears his throat and turns away, as if he just realized he’d allowed his mask to slip.

“I shouldn’t. But I really want to,” you sniff, “And I hate that about myself.” He slowly turns back to face you and his expression is sad.

“I don’t want you to hate yourself,” he says, quietly. “But I would like you to come up.”

“Ok,” you say softly, nodding slightly and you notice the corners of his lips twitch upward. He surprises you by reaching for your hand and you surprise yourself by taking it. He lets you inside and you follow him to his room.

Earlier that afternoon, when you’d been pressed for time, your encounter had been rushed, frantic and feverish. This time, Sherlock takes his time with you, slowly removing your clothes, his gentle hands moving lazily over your body. He carefully whispers your name, as if trying it back on for size, surprised to find that it still fits after all these years. His name falls from your lips like a poem you’d thought you’d long since forgotten.

The two of you move together in sync, the way that only practiced lovers can. You pepper his throat, his jaw, his shoulders and cheeks with soft kisses and when ever your mouth nears his, Sherlock's lips capture yours hungrily.

The painfully slow pace Sherlock has set is getting harder and harder to tolerate. Your body is begging for more and you silently plead with him for release by arching your back and raising your hips to meet his. He doesn’t miss a beat, increasing his speed, his kisses becoming more demanding as he slides his hand down your thigh to your knee, hooking your leg up over his hip. You are so close and you can tell he is now, too. He says your name again and his voice sounds almost pained. You close your eyes and lose yourself in the feeling of your undoing as Sherlock follows not far behind.

He collapses on the bed next to you and you can’t help but smile as you watch him come back down to earth. He shifts so that he is laying on his side and he looks over at you. Your heart hitches in your chest and you reach out and lightly trail your fingers across his cheek. He has only grown more handsome in your time apart and you wish you were brave enough to tell him so. He offers you a small smile and reaches down to tug the blankets up around you. You glance at the clock and frown.

“I should go,” you whisper. “Ethan will be home in the morning.” You force yourself to meet his gaze and you think that if he asks you to just stay with him that you would. Instead, he gives a small nod and you swallow down regret and disappointment, rolling from the bed and tugging on your clothes. He dresses as well and walks you to the door, tenderly kissing you good-bye.

Tiredly, you point the motorcycle in the direction of your home and when you arrived, you are shocked to find Ethan back, several hours early and curse yourself for being so stupid. Had you spent the night at Sherlock’s you most certainly would have raised his suspicions when you never returned home. He’s tired and jet lagged, but he can see that something’s off with you.

“Just a hard day at work,” you lie, something you’ve gotten quite good at. “I had to give someone some hard news…” Ethan’s frowns sympathetically and pulls you into a hug. You panic, worrying that you smell like you’ve just spent time in another man’s arms. “Sometimes, I feel like a terrible person…” you say and that, for once, is the truth, though not for the same reasons Ethan thinks. You try to pull away, but he only hugs you tighter.You can still feel Sherlock’s hands on your skin and taste his kisses on your lips. You feel worse than horrible.

“You’re a doctor,” he says, trying to comfort you. “Hard news is part of the job. But because you’re a great doctor, I am sure you delivered it compassionately and that you will give your patient the very best care.”

“I have to tell you something…” you sniff, deciding that you are going to come clean and accept the consequences.

“So do I…” Ethan says, pulling away. When you meet his eyes, he is smiling broadly. “I got promoted!”

“Did DeSilva retire?” you ask, astonished.

“No, not yet. They created a position for me! Vice President of Asian Acquisitions!”

“Asia…” you repeat. “But I thought we were settling down here?”

“We are,” he presses on excitedly. “It just means a little more travel, just for another few years. But the money is outstanding and we can move into a bigger place, we can have the wedding of our dreams, you don’t have to work if you don’t want to! You can stay home and raise our family…”

“Ethan, wait a second,” you laugh. “Can’t we talk about this?”

“Look, honey, I know it wasn’t what we planned on, but it’s just a little more of a travel commitment until DeSilva retires. Once that desk job opens, I promise I will take it. And I told them I need a week off in between trips, at least, that way we get to spend quality time together.” He is looking at you, his eyes pleading with you to support him in his and you feel so miserably guilty that you force a smile and a nod.

“Fine, Ok, I can do this a bit longer,” you say and he presses his lips to yours.

“That’s my girl…” he says hugging you. He never does ask you what it was you wanted to share.

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You burst into the first stall in the Ladies’ Room, barely making it in time before losing your entire breakfast into the toilet. Once you’re sure you’re done, you rock back on your heels, shaking and weak. It is the second day this week you’ve thrown up and you are starting to wonder if it’s more than stress and nerves. Sherlock had agreed to go to rehab and had been gone three weeks. You miss him terribly but you are doing your best to be strong and with finals rapidly approaching, you have little time to do much else except study. Luckily, your mother’s life insurance policy has taken a huge financial burden off of your mind and you can focus on school and Sherlock.

You rinse out your mouth and splash water on your face and resume your rounds with the rest of your class. After school, you return home and promptly collapse on the couch. You didn’t realize how exhausted you were until the ringing phone wakes you. You sit up and glance at the clock and curse.

“Hello?” you croak, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“Did I wake you?” Sherlock asks and the sound of his voice makes you want to cry.

“I didn’t realize how tired I was. I slept for three hours,” You groan. “Shit, I have so much homework to do.” You rub your eyes, still feeling bone tired despite your long nap. “How are you?” You ask, directing your attention back onto your husband. He only gets to make a few calls a week and they are always to you.

“I’m fine,” he replies, “I am worried about you.” You bite your lip and debate telling him about throwing up at school but let it go. You want him to focus on himself, on his own well-being.

“I’m just tired, it’s getting crazy at school,” you reply. “And I miss you.” He doesn’t talk much about what it’s like at the facility he has been admitted to, instead, he likes to hear about yours days and you bring he up to speed but before too long, his time is up.

“I love you,” he murmurs, “I am so sorry. I will be home soon.”

“I know,” you reply. “I love you, too.”

The next day, you head to the store and buy a pregnancy test. You bring it into a bathroom at school and sit and watch as two solid blue lines appear on the stick.

You barely time to process this information before you have to be back in class. It’s advanced pharmacology and you cannot afford to miss a single second. It takes effort to focus on the professor as a thousand other thoughts are coursing through your brain.

A baby. With Sherlock.

You will need a bigger flat.

How can you possible take care of a baby and go to medical school?

How can Sherlock take care of a baby when he is busy battling addiction?

Will it have his stunning eyes? His amazing mind?

Could this have happened at a worse time?

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