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emmyhem · 3 years

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everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do.

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good.

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub.

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing” and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought).

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake.

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,”

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded.

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood.

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down.

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles.

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips.

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified.

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated.

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then.

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated.

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.”

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously.

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped.

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.”

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart.

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm.

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again.

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.”

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad.

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine.

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes.

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug.

“And?” he spoke flatly.

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him.

“Fucking dick.” he hissed.

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair.

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. .

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly.

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back.

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist.

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere.

“Thank you, Cal.”

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.”

“M’used to it.” you mumbled.

“You don’t deserve any of it.”

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace.

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee.

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.”

You let out a breath of exhaustion.

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what.

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you.

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.”

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him.

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.”

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.”

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks.

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table.

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could.

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.”

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back.

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond,

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly.

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours.

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him.

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up.

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke.

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room.

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself. He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached.

“Hungry?” he questioned.

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both.

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,”

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper.

But of course he did, it was Calum after all.

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate.

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out.

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?”

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you.

“Then what’s got you all flustered?”

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner.

“I’m not flustered.”

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you.

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other completely empty side of the couch.

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?”

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side.

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.”

“I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast.

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy.

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale.

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead.

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear.

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact.

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee.

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you.

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling.

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat.

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing.

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips.

“What’re you thinking about, love?”

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected.

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes.

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you.

Fuck it.

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed.

That you weren’t expecting.

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed.

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now.

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed.

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh.

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?”

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it.

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.”

He could’ve came then and there.

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours.

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look.

“Want it off?” he teased.

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone.

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?”

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion.

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you.

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe.

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly.

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.”

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend.

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties.

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy.

“Cal, please.” you begged.

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.”

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited.

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream.

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction.

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch.

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly.

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf.

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down.

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full.

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more.

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you.

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones.

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit.

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease.

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits.

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants.

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness.

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face.

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process.

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe.

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?”

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you.

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you.

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you.

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this.

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him.

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.”

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in.

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound.

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him.

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out.

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again.

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him.

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high.

His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters.

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin.

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction.

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself.

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?”

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes.

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured.

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.

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simonxriley · 4 years

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Rest easy love, I’ll be there soon!

Pairing: John Price x Liz Walker

Summary: When Price loses his better half on the battlefield, he’s left with grief, guilt and two children to take care of. And the only thing that keeps him going beside the two kids he shares with her, is knowing he’ll see her again soon.

Words: 2,572

Warnings: Angst

A/N: After @3sleepycats mentioned this after reading my one-shot ‘I Love You And I’m Sorry’ about doing something similar for Price and Liz, I had to do write this. And don’t worry it’s not as bad as the other...or is it? I hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated.

Death became a part of Price’s life, he commanded people and some of those people died. He’s lost recruits, fellow soldiers under his command and friends, it was almost normal for him in a messed up way. But her, he wasn’t supposed to lose her. She was the one thing he was supposed to protect and he failed.

He shut the door behind him, and locked it. The room was dark and quiet, not a soul in sight. He sighed and went to the kitchen to grab himself a beer from the fridge, then made it back to the living room to sit in his favorite armchair. With a blind eye, he turned on the lamp next to him, illuminating the room in some light.

Price twisted the cap of his beer off, placing it on the table next to him and took a long drink of it. As he reclined in his chair, with a drink in hand, he looked around the room, seeing toys and stuffed animals laying on the floor, specifically though, he was looking at the pictures on the wall.

His eyes darted to the one of Liz holding a swaddled newborn Johnny in her hands with him behind her, looking over her shoulder down at him. One of the few pictures that were taken by a professional.

That day he’ll always remember, not only because of how exhausting it was, but because Liz was so self conscious. How she complained she didn’t look good in anything and how he had to remind her that she looked beautiful in everything. To her it sounded like a lie just to get her ready for the picture, but it wasn’t, not even close.

He turned his head to look at the family picture of all four of them, taken only two weeks after Emilia was born. All of them looked so happy and in love!

Price sighed and took another sip of his beer before getting up from his chair. He walked back into the kitchen, standing over the sink to dump the rest of the beer down the drain and then set the empty bottle on the counter and headed upstairs.

He came to Johnny’s room first, quietly and slowly opening his door to check on him. He left it open, leaning against the doorway to watch him for a bit.

Little Johnny, not so little anymore. Nine and wilder than ever. Everyone keeps saying that he’s a carbon copy of himself, but he would always disagree. Yes Johnny did look a lot like him, yet he could pinpoint what he got from Liz. Like his mouth and nose and his recklessness.

Price was thankful he had a job that kept him in shape so he could keep up with two wild kids that inherited their mothers’ recklessness. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.

He was about to close the door and go check on Emilia when he saw something was on the floor, which looked like a photo. As quietly as he could he walked over and picked it up, seeing it was the photo of him and his mom. Price looked down at Johnny with a small, sad smile on his face and set the photo back on his nightstand, thinking he must have been looking at it when he fell asleep.

He brushed some of his Johnny’s hair out of his face as he leaned down to kiss his head, whispering. “I miss her too!”

After fixing the comforter around him, he left the room to check on Emilia.

As he neared her room he could see a glimmer of light from underneath, which indicated she was awake. He slowly opened the door as to not startle her - seeing her sitting cross legged on her bed looking down at something.

“Hey princess it’s late, what are you doing up?”

“Why did she have to die daddy?” She looked up at him, brown eyes glistening.

His voice got caught in his throat as he made his way over to her bed to sit down next to her, that’s when he saw she was looking at the photo album she kept by her bed.

“I’ve been asking myself the same question since the day she died. And I wish I could give you the answer, but I can’t.” He let out a deep sigh as he met her gaze. “I do know is that she misses you just as much as you miss her.”

Emilia’s face softened and a small smile started to spread across her face. “She does?”

Price chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Of course she does, you and your brother meant the world to her! You two were the only reason she retired, because she couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you.”

“Then why did she?”

He gulped and tensed in her gaze. The one thing that’s been eating at him for the past nine months was about to come to life and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that. But he couldn’t lie to her, even if she was only seven.

“That was my fault, I asked her to come. We needed one more person for that mission.”

As Emilia’s face broke into pieces, so did his heart. He watched her bottom lip quiver and tears well in her eyes, yet when he reached out to her she backed away. Which broke him even more.

“You said you would protect her.” She sobbed out. “Why didn’t you protect her?”

“I did.”

“That’s not true, if you did she would still be here.” She curled in on herself, crying harder than before.

He moved closer to her, reaching his hand out to her. She looked up red faced and tear stained and uncurled herself. “No!”

She quickly got up and ran out of the room. Price looked down at the picture and sighed, looking at the one with Liz and Emilia playing a board game in the kitchen, both with a smile on their faces.

“I’m sorry love, I’m so sorry!”

He got up from the bed and went after Emilia, luckily he knew where’d she be. There was only one place she goes too when she’s upset and that’s the little nook in the pantry.

He went back downstairs and into the kitchen, flipping the switch to engulf the room in light. “Emilia, please come out.”

“No, go away.”

Price exhaled a breath and walked into the pantry to see her exactly where he expected her to be. He knelt down in front of her, giving her a small smile. “Emmy, please come out.”

She didn’t say anything, just turned away from him and laid her head against the wall and cried some more.

He re-positioned himself on his butt and gently grabbed her arm, pulling her to his lap to hold hug her tight. She fought to get away, shoving at his chest, which only seemed to hurt him more. But he deserved it, he was the reason Liz wasn’t here right now, all because he needed her help.

“I’m sorry Emmy, I’m so sorry. I know it’s my fault your mum’s not here and I would do everything I could to go back to that day and make things different. I can’t and I’m sorry.”

Emilia stopped her fighting and grabbed his shirt to sob into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him and slowly rocked her. As her body trembled in his arms he closed his eyes to push back the tears in his own. If only he never asked for her help, she would be alive right now, not rotting in the ground. She deserved to be alive, but she isn’t because of him.

Eventually Emilia’s crying ceased and she just stayed in his lap fiddling with his shirt.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

She wiped her eyes and got off from his lap and headed out of the kitchen. He sighed through his nose and got up, following after her - flicking the lights off as he exited the room.

Walking back up the stairs and to her room, she was already in bed under the covers with her back to the door. He walked in, leaning down to kiss her head before shutting off the light. “I love you Emmy!”

In the dimness of her room he saw her grabbed her teddy bear and hug it, then let out a long sigh. A few seconds later she turned to him, wiping the last few tears from her eyes. “I love you too daddy!”

He gave her smile and kissed her forehead, moving some strands of brown hair off her face. “That’s good to hear. Now get some sleep you have school in the morning.”

She groaned and turned over, closing her eyes. And that was his cue to leave her room for his.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he entered the room him and Liz use to share. How he can still picture her laying in bed on her phone or snuggled up next to him. All the talks and laughs, the amazing sex. All the things he would love to get back.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed with a sigh, he looked over at his nightstand, seeing the unopened letter from Liz. He found it a week after she passed when he was going through her nightstand for a hair tie for Emilia. And even though it’s been months, he still hasn’t opened it.

There will never be a right time to open, so he grabbed it from the nightstand and opened it, unfolding the piece of paper to read it.

“John, my sweetheart, you know I’m not good with words so I decided to see if writing them down was better and since it’s our anniversary why not now?.

I never truly thanked you for what you did for me all those years ago, how you got me out of a bad situation and let me have a life I’ve always dreamed of. When I joined Bravo Team I never realized how much my life was going to change for the better. At that time I saw you as someone I owed a life debt, a debt I would never be able to pay off. Little did I know two years later I would be calling you my husband and we have a child together.

Becoming your wife was one of the best days of my life, when I became Elizabeth Price I felt reborn. I was no longer a part of a family who emotionally abused me and neglected me, I was no longer linked to them and it felt like a breath of fresh air.

When we met, I was just a nineteen year old gone rogue, angry at the world and trying to put herself in the ground. At that time I didn’t think I deserved to be saved, why would anyone want to help me? The disappointment. The lost cause. But you did, you saw past the recklessness, the anger, the attitude and saw a young woman crying out for help. All I wanted was for my family to love me, even if it was a lost cause. Instead I got a new one all thanks to you, both in the figurative and literal sense of the word. And it changed me for the better.

So much has happened in the seven years we’ve been married, two kids, countless missions, creating Task Force one-four-one. We weren’t just a good team on the field, we were a good team off of it as well. And once Johnny came along you were already on board with letting me semi-retire, knowing I would rather be home with him than out there. And thanks to that I went back to school to get that degree I always wanted.

As much as I loved being out there with you killing the bad guys, the one thing I enjoyed the most was when we were all home, just the four of us, as a family. Watching our children play in the backyard, or taking them to one of the horse races, those will be the memories I’ll always hold dear.

Alright enough of me rambling. Thank you John, for everything! For being the best husband I could ask for and the best father our children could ask for. Love was always a touchy subject because I never knew what it was like, until you. You showed me what it was like to be loved for who I was, flaws and all and that meant more to me than gift you could buy me.

I love you John, forever and always!”

He wiped the tears from his eyes and sniffled, setting the letter down on the bed. He stood up walking to the closet to grab the present that was hidden behind some of her sweaters and sat back down.

Liz never was good at hiding presents and that made him laugh. They would have to hide the kids presents at Mac’s home or they would find them.

Price looked down at the present in his hands and began to rip the wrapping paper off of it to reveal a box. He set the wrapping paper aside and opened it - moving the tissue paper to see there was a boonie hat inside of it. He laughed and took it out of the box to inspect it, noticing there was a card below.

Setting the box down next to him and the hate in his lap, he opened the card. All it said was ‘We hope you like your new hat and Emmy said you need to wear it all the time’ love Liz, Johnny and Emilia!

He placed the card on the nightstand and looked over his new hat. It was navy blue and matched the rest of his. Now he was certain he would never wear another hat in his life, this was the last thing he received from her and it’ll stay with him for the rest of his days.

After he cleaned up his mess and changed he got into bed, running his hand over the spot Liz used to lay every night. He can still picture her and he hopes her face will never fade from his memory.

He turned over, placing his hat on top of his clock and looked at the photo of him and Liz on his nightstand. “Goodnight love, and thank you!”

xXx

The next morning after dropping the kids off at school, he stopped by a flower shop for some flowers to put on her grave.

He zipped up his jacket some more as a cool autumn breeze flew by him. He’s been standing by her grave for a good hour now, catching her up on all that has been going on in recent weeks and apologizing for not coming as often as he would like and how it took him nine months to open his present. He could picture her laughing and saying it was okay, he has the children to worry about and that gave him peace.

Eventually he needed to head to work, so he took a few steps forward, placing his hand on her tombstone then leaned down to kiss it.

“Rest easy love. I’ll be there soon!”

#liz x price #oc liz walker #john price #call of duty #captain price

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 5 years

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Cordonian Nights Ch 3

Next installment of the Cordonian Nights AU.

Summary: Ember finally reveals her history with Maxwell.

WARNING: mention of miscarriage which may be an emotional trigger for some.

Disclaimer: I dont own the characters, except my ocs. Credit to PB

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“Em, hold that thought.” Whitney said flagging down the waitress. “We're gonna need another round of mimosas.” She said.

“Make it two more. Things are about to get heavy, I think.” Blair piped up, rubbing Ember's back.

“ Okay. Before I start I think it goes without saying I expect there to be no grudge holding against Maxwell. Deal? We all have to see him and work with him, so I've not said anything before now to keep everyone professional at the sins.”

“I make no promises.” Sky commented, sipping her drink. Whitney and Blair both glared at her.

“What? Bitches, I can hold a grudge. I’m just sayin.”

Ember could feel their eyes like lasers burning holes through her in anticipation.

“Whenever you’re ready, Em.” Allison told her.

Ember took a deep breath, gathering her ginger locks and pulling them over her shoulder.

“Ok, so about ten months ago I found out I was pregnant. I told Maxwell, and he seemed really excited. I think it made him feel obligated to propose though, because about two weeks later he did.”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘were pregnant?’ What happened?” Whitney questioned, shaking her head in confusion.

“Well...I lost the baby.” Ember’s hands fell to her lap, and she stared into them feeling as though she’d been hit in the stomach.

A sympathetic chorus of “I'm sorries” whirled around her head making her dizzy. She closed her eyes to steady herself before taking a long pull of her mimosa.

“How did we miss that, guys?” Allison asked slumping back in her chair. “We should’ve known something was up with you, Ember.”

“Well do you guys remember when I had that really bad stomach flu? Maxwell told me you all stopped by to check on me. Really I just couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. Especially after the D&C. I was devastated.”

“Em, I don’t know what to say.” Blair stated, her face awash with a mixture of sympathy and betrayal.

Ember looked at her, silently pleading with her to not be angry. This was the first thing she’d ever kept from Blair in their entire twenty-year friendship.

“Oh, sweetheart. You did this all alone?” Sky piped up gripping the redhead’s hand.

“Why didn't you tell us? We could’ve helped.” Allison’s voice, dripping with sympathy.

“I wasn’t alone. I had Max, and he never left my side. He fed me, held me..hell he even bathed me.” Ember shook her head, embarrassed. “But I didn't want him. I didn't want anyone. So I pushed him. I pushed him as far away as possible. Yelled at him. Called him unspeakable things...it wasn’t my finest hour.”

Whitney cocked her head slightly. “What do you mean you pushed him?”

“I told him that I needed some space; that we needed to take a break. Told him it wouldn't be forever, I just needed to fix my head.”

Allison spun her engagement ring on her finger, lost in thought. “Makes sense. What did he say?”

“He said he would give me everything. Whatever I needed. But also that he didn’t understand why it had to be us taking a break. At least I thought it was only a break.”

“And Maxwell didn’t?” Sky asked, scowling.

“He just went buck wild. You all have seen him. That’s when all the partying started. All the booze and the women he’s had…” Ember’s voice trailed off, cracking at the end.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Maxwell!” Sky huffed crossing her arms over her chest with an eye roll.

“Em, have you tried talking to him? Explaining how you feel?” Whitney pressed, passing a napkin towards Ember. She accepted it, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She took a deep breath and fanned her face. ‘Enough with the water works.’ she thought.

“Well, no.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Sky seethed

“I’ll help.” Blair declared

“The fuck you guys will! There won’t be anything left of him when I’m finished with him.” Allison snarled.

“Simmer down, guys. His behavior is not okay, but he was grieving too. ” Whitney said.

“I thought that may have been the case too, but then it dawned on me...what if...whatif i never meant as much to him as he means to me?”

“I don’t think that’s possible,Ember.” Whitney told her.

“I’m sure it's not, I mean we all saw they way he looked at you, the way you still look at him. You guys were together for seven years,hun.” Blair said.

“He just seemed to be over me so easily. I mean, I broke things off but clearly he’s made his choice.”

“Wait,” Sky waved her arms, making a “T” with her hands. “You guys haven't hooked up again have you?”

Allison elbowed Sky, giving her a stern look.

“No, Sky, we haven’t.”

“Good. Stupid fucker.”

“Yeah, he doesn't deserve you.” Blair agreed.

“If you still want a relationship with him, you’ve got to tell him that. His behavior isn't necessarily his feelings.” Whitney explained as Sky rolled her eyes again.

“Bullshit Whit! Just be mad with us. She needed him and he just bailed. Even if she told him to go, Max should’ve known better.”

Ember drained her second mimosa, reaching for her third. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Its awkward when we’re alone. And I’m not sure I’m ready to hear him tell me that it's over for him, ya know?”

“But what if it's not over for him? And even if it is, would you rather sit here and watch him continue to throw himself at everything in a skirt? Wouldn't you like closure?” Whitney asked.

“And still get to sit here and watch him throw himself at everything in a skirt?” Ember rolled her eyes, lip quivering.

“I hate that Whitney's always right, but she is.” Blair quipped, opting against the second mimosa since she was driving.

“I know. I promise I will talk to him eventually.”

“And when that time comes, honey, please know that we're all here for you.” Sky said, giving Allison a side eye.

“Yeah, Em. You never have to walk alone again.” Allison reassured.

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The sun was just starting to set as the ladies parted ways; Sky was meeting Liam for dinner and Ember was heading to Blair's for some extra cheering up.

Allison grabbed Whitney pulling her aside.

“I need a favor outta you.”

“Anything, Allie. What's up?”

“It's just you've always been the level-headed one and I need you to make sure I don't completely lose grip.”

Allison motioned toward her car and they both got in.

“Where are we going, Al?” Whitney quirked a suspicious brow.

**************

Maxwell laid across his couch, staring at the ceiling. Sunday nights were always the hardest for him. With the Sins being closed, he didn't have to work which left him ample time to think, always about his Emmy.

He sat up and grabbed his glass, the few fingers of scotch he'd poured almost gone. He refilled it, taking a sip just as he heard the knock.

“Open up, Maxwell. I know you're home.” He heard Allison's voice.

He crossed the living room and opened the door to find Allie and Whitney.

“Hey guys. Wanna come in?” he asked stepping aside. Allison marched in purposefully, Whitney pausing to give Maxwell a quick hug as she entered.

“Are you fucking stupid, Max?!” Allison began spinning on her heels to face him.

Maxwell looked puzzled, cocking his head to the side as he closed the door.

“It's nice to see you too, Allie.” He said.

Whitney stared hard at Maxwell. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which was rare, but something caught her eye. There was a shiny smudge on his left ribcage, and she stepped closer, reading the words “All the days of our lives, til I'm ninety-nine” in small, delicate script. Just below it were the letters “E.N.M.”

“Ember Nicole Madden.” She muttered. “Max, is this new?”

Whitney reached out, her fingers grazing the slightly raised skin.

“Hey! That tickles.” He chuckled, batting her hand away.

“Til I'm ninety-nine. Wasn't that you and Ember's song? ‘Til I'm ninety-nine’ by Nathan Angelo? I remember because Em always played it on the jukebox at the Sins. Drake would always poke fun and ask her 'whatif you both live to be one hundred?’”

“Yeah. That's our song.” He gave her a half smile.

“Eyes on me, Max. I'm not done with you! How could you be so stupid? Parading around with other women, drinking, acting like a moron? Did you not take Em's feelings into consideration?” Allison shouted, starting to pace.

Maxwell blinked, unable to comprehend why the woman before him was so angry.

“What are you talking about? Em's feelings? She broke up with me remember? This is what she wanted.”

Suddenly he felt very defensive. He could feel a rage bubbling within him, just below the surface.

“Yeah, because she was hurting. She lost a child Maxwell. Your child. You really are a clueless idiot aren't you?” The woman scoffed. Whitney shot her a warning glance and she took a deep breath.

“Wait, what are you…? Did you just find out about this?” He asked, finally finding some clarity. If he was honest with himself he was surprised that this conversation hadn't happened sooner.

“She told us about what happened. She ended things to clear her head and you got into the pants of the first easy bimbo you laid eyes on. And then every time you parade one around, you break her heart even more. Get your head out of your ass Maxwell!”

“Yeah. She lost a baby, Allie. But I lost a baby and her. Did that ever occur to you? Did it ever occur to her? Em just needed an out. You didn't hear the things she said to me...she wanted out of that relationship. She asked for space, so I gave it to her. Even though it killed me to walk away...and besides who I sleep with is none of your business or hers.” Now Maxwell was shouting, Allison taking a step back, unprepared for it. Maxwell always rolled with the punches, was always down for anything, but he rarely raised his voice.

A part of him was glad that he and Ember had surrounded themselves with people that cared for them so much, but another part was pissed off that she had clearly only told the ladies half of the story.

“Now I have to live with that everyday. Somehow I couldn't be what she needed.”

“But that's the thing Maxwell, you walked away too easily. You were both hurting, I get that, but you made her feel like you never cared at all. And it may not be my business who you sleep with, but if you want her back, it's damn sure hers. She loves you, Dumbass.”

Allison threw her hands up in frustration, Whitney placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Maxwell raked his hands through his hair before he continued. “Loved. You mean she loved me right?”

The words were sorrowful, barely audible as they fell from his lips. He could feel tears stinging his eyes, allowing a few to roll down his cheek because he was so exhausted from holding them back all these months.

“I walked away because she asked me to, Allison. I would've moved heaven and Earth to take away her pain, but she didn't want that. She didn't want me anymore. So yes, maybe I walked away too easily, but I never meant to hurt her. I'd die first. I'm just trying to deal with things the only way I know how: forget. I thought she's been forgetting about me too…” he choked out.

“I should smack you upside your head. No Maxwell, she still loves you. You'd see that if you'd open your damn eyes and stay sober for five minutes.”

“Then why are you here and not her?” He spat. He knew her intentions were good, still he really wanted to slap her.

“Because, A. She is stubborn and she thinks you've moved on and B... she doesnt know I'm here... so don't tell her or I will kick your ass.” Allison sighed, poking his bare chest at the finish.

“I... I wish she would have told me. I mean look around you, everything is exactly like she left it. This is her living room. Its still her home. I haven't moved on, I'm surviving.”

Whitney's eyes darted around the room, then met Allison's who did the same. The couches had been Ember's in college.

Allison remembered going with Ember to pick out the chandelier which hung over the small dining table.

Whitney nodded towards the framed photo collage hanging above the mantle.

There was a picture of Em and Max playing beer pong. One of them waving wildly at the camera, smiles smeared across their faces. The two of them kissing at Drake and Whitney's wedding reception after she'd caught the bouquet.

Maxwell looked over at the frame, wiping a hand down his face.

“Look, Allie, I...I uh.. appreciate you caring enough about Emmy to come here like this, but if you're done reminding me how much I screwed up the only good thing about my life I'd um...I wanna be alone if that's okay.”

Allison's heart sank. She had been so busy being angry with him, the thought that Max may be hurting just as much had never crossed her mind. She could see now that he was, and she crossed the floor pulling him into a tight hug.

“Max, I'm sorry. we all love you. This whole thing with you guys...it broke our hearts too. We just want to fix it. So fix it, Max.” She told him as she and Whitney headed for the door.

*************

Leo was staring at a stack of spreadsheets. Liam had always been the business side of the business, but now that he and Allison were engaged Leo was trying to take a more active role in his finances. Which, if he was understanding correctly, didn't look good.

The Seven Deadly Sins was drowning, floundering thanks to Enigma; and he had no back up plan. The Sins was the plan. If it went under….well he didn't wanna think about that.

He shuffled the papers, making a mental note to meet with Liam and Blair in the next few days. Checking his phone he saw a text from Allison. She and Whitney had gone to run an errand but she'd be home soon.

He smiled to himself just thinking about her. All that he wanted was to be able to take care of her. Glancing back at the spreadsheets he sighed lacing his fingers together and laying them on his head.

He wondered for the hundredth time if he should ask Allison to push back the wedding. Her parents were paying for the ceremony, sure, but what about afterward? Could he really stand before all of their family and friends and vow to honor her and care for her knowing that he didn't have a way to do that if things didn't work out with this bar?

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*6 years ago-Drake and Whitney's Party*

After a few drinks, Allison's attitude had softened towards Leo considerably. They found themselves in the VIP booth with Maxwell and Ember.

“I've got to say, I'm a bit surprised that we haven't met before now. I mean Max here follows Liam like a puppy, and Ember is always with Max. Are you guys not close with each other?” Leo asked, desperate to learn more about her.

Allison threw her arm around Ember's neck. “Me and Em and Whitney and Max all had Cordonian history together sophomore year.” she beamed.

“Yeah. We had a study group. Drake and Max were close and so were Blair and I so we'd all meet up after school. Sometimes Liam would come.” Ember shrugged.

“Yeah, Mr private school, Liam.” Allison giggled.

“You remember how bad you crushed on him?” Maxwell asked with a laugh and Allison blushed.

“That was a loooooong time ago, Max. Liam is too stuffy for my taste. We’re just friends.”

Leo felt an inexplicable tinge of jealousy hearing that Allison had once been attracted to his little brother.

The way her chocolate locks framed her face is the low club lighting captivated Leo. He was beyond intrigued by her, and he couldn't wait to learn more.

“So Leo. What do you do? Who's Leo in the daylight?” Allison asked, leaning her face on her hand, propped on the table.

“In the daylight? Leo sleeps. I live the night life.” He chuckled gesturing around the room.

“Right now I'm a bartender by trade, but I have big dreams.”

“Yeah, Leo and Liam want to move to Ramsford to open their own bar.” Ember stated, laying her head on Max's shoulder with a yawn.

“An entrepreneur?” Allison asked. “You know that's risky. Most small businesses fold up within the first five years.”

“Not my bar. I'm telling you...you laugh, but it's gonna be great. I'm gonna ride that wave to retirement.” He quipped while Allison giggled.

“Yeah? You sound confident. I'll make you a deal. If your bar is still open after a year, I'll come work for you. Any position you choose.”

Leo quirked an eyebrow. “I am confident, but I'm also right, so I'll take your deal, Allison Morgan. I look forward to working with you.”

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Ember and Blair stood in the middle of Blair and Ollie's living room, almost too drunk to accomplish even that. They were giggling when Ollie opened the door, music blaring from the TV as karaoke style lyrics displayed across the screen.

“Go on now go! Walk out the door! Just turn around now cuz you're not welcome anymore! Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye? Think I'd crumble? Think I'd lay down and die? Oh no not I. I will survive!” They both belted loudly and out of key into hairbrushes.

Ollie laughed. “What's all this?”

“Ollie!” Blair shouted, clumsily making her way to throw her arms around his neck. His hands roamed over her curvaceous body, settling on her hips as he planted a chaste kiss on her lips.

Slowly the smile melted from Ember's lips. “Hey Big Ben.” She said. “I...uh I think it's time for me to go.”

She gathered her phone from the table.

“Aw Em, you can stay.” Ollie said.

She shook her head. “You guys have been apart all day. It's your turn to enjoy Blair's company. I'll just call a cab.”

“No. C'mon Em. At least let me drive you since I ruined your party.”

They approached a red light and Ember bit her lip. “Just keep straight here, Ol.” She said and Ollie gave her a side glance.

“Your flat is that way.” He hurled a thumb to his left.

“I don't wanna go to 'my flat.’ Can you please take me to Maxwell's?”

Ember thanked Ollie, exiting the car and promising to call him and Blair in the morning. She faced the building swaying a bit from the alcohol as she fiddled with her keys.

She reached Maxwell's apartment, sliding the key in the door. She was shocked when the door unlocked and she let herself into his darkened living room.

She crept toward his bedroom, the path there memorized long ago. She pushed open the door and stood in the doorway, listening to the sound of his bathroom faucet running.

Maxwell, obviously hearing the loud creak of the door opening, exited the bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his eyes went wide as he held up one finger. He stepped back into the bathroom to spit and rinse and he reappeared patting his mouth on a towel.

“H-hey, Emmy. What are you doing here?”

She slapped her hand with the house key, her eyes roaming around his bedroom- their bedroom- exactly as it had been when she left.

“You didn't change your locks.”

“Why would I? You're always welcomed here.” He scoffed shaking his head. “We're still friends, right?”

Ember parted her lips as if to respond, but instead she said nothing, her hazel eyes meeting his across the distance between them. She stared at him for a long time, both of the silent. Her eyes wandered the smooth plains of his muscular chest- lingering on his brand new ink for just a moment- down his defined torso and lower the familiar bulge in his boxers briefs causing her to involuntarily lick her lips.

“I'm up here, Emmy.” He laughed motioning upward with his hand.

She shook her head and walked over to him, her steps slightly wobbly. Without warning she shoved him against the bathroom door, her lips crashing against his feverishly.

He deepened the kiss almost immediately, his tongue sliding over her lips to find hers. She tasted like orange juice and champagne and Maxwell couldn't get enough as he spun her, pinning her to the door with his body, cupping her face in his hands.

After a moment he pulled away, resting his forehead on hers. Her eyes were still closed as he whispered. “Emmy, what are you..?”

She placed a finger over his lips to quiet him finally peering into his questioning eyes. “I've missed you, Max.” She said stepping out of her heels, now dwarfed by the man before her. She kicked them aside and grabbed his wrists pulling him towards the bed. “I want to show you. Make love to me, Max.”

He reached up and twisted the skin of his pectoral, wincing audibly and Ember cocked her head to the side.

“Yep, not dreaming.” He commented, his hand tangling in her hair as his lips claimed hers once more.

He breathed her in deeply as they tumbled onto the bed, bodies tangled with one another. He hesitated.

He'd been waiting for so long to hear her say those words to him again, but it didn't feel right.

“Emmy, we can't do this.” He rolled to her side as she sat up, her face scrunched in confusion.

“You'll fuck any bimbo with a pulse except me, is that it?” She hissed, sitting up and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Maxwell's face fell. He gently took her hand and placed a kiss on her inner wrist, rubbing his face against her fingers.

“Sunshine, I would love to do this, don't get me wrong, but...I don't want you to regret it. Clearly you're…”

“I'm what, Maxwell? What am I?” She shouted as her face flushed.

“Drunk, Emmy. You're drunk. Look, I'd give my left arm to feel you like that again, but not tonight. Not like this.” He shook his head, rising from the bed.

Ember averted her eyes, ashamed of herself. “I'm sorry. You must think…”

“I think it's definitely time we had this discussion so,” he began turning down the blankets on what used to be her side of the bed. “ I want you to stay. I'll take the couch. We can talk over coffee.”

#cordonian nights AU #maxwell beaumont #trr au #leo rys #the royal romance au #trr fanfic

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ecrandomfandoms · 6 years

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The False Orc Prologue

Summery: All her life, the reader was raised by Dorghu as if she were his own daughter. It was strange in that she was human and he an orc. Still, that never dampened their father-daughter bond. Now that she's grown, she enters the LAPD as a spy for her father and his gang. She is a Fogtooth, through and through. No one can change that or take that away from her...except maybe Officer Nick Jakoby and his partner Ward. Eventual Nick Jakoby / Reader

Fandom: Bright

Pairing: Eventual Nick Jakoby/Reader, FatherDorghu/HumanDaughterReader

Authors note: Hi everyone!Thank you for checking out my new story! I've been dying to write one with Dorghu with an adopted human daughter. I hope you all will like it. I update every two weeks, sooner if real life allows. Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism, comments, kudos or anything else that tickles your fancy. Thanks again for checking out my story! Take care and see you in two weeks!-Emmy C.

Loud rock music assaulted the air, its vibrations could be felt by all in attendance at the monthly Fogteeth party. Dorghu’s striking eyes glanced over the merriment of sin before him. Pride swelled in his heart at the community he had built for his kind and those who would accept them. His head bobbed slightly to the tune that threatened to deafen his ears. He remained gleeful until a younger orc reached.

He greeted his son, Mikey, with a hug and gladly welcomed him to the party. There was much to celebrate. However, that all changed when the young orc whispered something in Dorghu’s ears. They twitched slightly before he followed the worried young orc out of the party and into the darkened streets.

Moments later they arrived at the apartment complex they lived in. Dorghu listened intently as his son described the scene he was about to walk in on. The more he heard the more concerned he became, what his son was describing sounded nothing like the girl he had raised.

“She’s sitting on the couch just staring and crying. It’s so weird…so out of character for her.” Mikey told his father, “Dad, she hasn’t been eating since that night. Something’s…wrong but I don’t know what.”

“It’s alright son,” Dorghu placed a comforting hand on his son’s shoulders as they reached their apartment door. “I’m here now. Go back to the party and relax. I’ll take care of your sister.” Mikey paused, he wanted to help (Y/N). After a nudge and a nod from his father he walked away.

Dorghu sighed as he watched the boy go. His lemon colored eyes turned back to the door and with a twist of the knob, he entered the apartment. Sure enough, (Y/N) sat on the dark-colored couch staring into the nothingness of the painted wall in front of her. The small human girl didn’t look up at him, though he knew she must have heard him. A blank, solemn looked rested on her face and as he inhaled the room, he scented doubt and…self-loathing? What had gotten into her?

“(Y/N),” he husky voice called. The (h/c) girl blinked a few times before her gaze turned to meet his. Her eyes were full of anguish. What the hell was going on? She was always so spirited. “Mikey told me you weren’t acting like yourself. Care to tell me what’s going on?” She continued to stare up at the gigantic orc she before she turned away from him like she was ashamed.

“Why..?” her voice quivered slightly before she looked back up to him. “Why did you take me in that day? Why would you raise a human child as your own?” Dorghu’s eyes widened, this was what was bothering her? The hell? She should know why? He loved her like she was his own flesh and blood. She had never questioned him before now.

Had his (Y/N) really asked him that? Dorghu’s large, muscular frame towered over her as he made his way to the couch. Even as he sat next to her, his body hovered over hers. His arm lifted and wrapped, protectively around her. Her eyes pierced into his almost like she was pleading for answers. A sigh left his lips. She needed to know. He was her father and she needed his reassurance that no matter what, blood or not, he would always be her daddy and he would always be there for her.

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Dorghu’s sunflower eyes stared blankly at you. His surprise at your question was evident. Those eyes that you knew so well bore into yours. The tears that had trickled down your face earlier were now a dried up stream on your cheeks. Nervously you fidgeted with the hem of your dress, had you asked something you shouldn’t have? The silence continued and you looked away from him.

“Dad?” You questioned, hesitant and unsure with his silence. A few moments later he offered you one of few soft smiles. His fingers interlaced with you hair as he had done when you were a child. You remembered how you used to snuggle into his side whenever you were sad or afraid. Even know you burrowed into his side, wanting the comfort only a father could give.

“(Y/N), before I answer your question, tell me. Why do you ask?” Dorghu asked, gently. It was almost comical how gentle he could be when he was the leader of a gang. His voice was laced with concern as he tried to get you to open up to him a bit more.

“Just something you said to Officer Jakoby the night of the wand incident. It just made me think…” Your voice trailed off as you looked into his sun-colored eyes, “I’m sorry this is stupid.” You looked away, ashamed you had even brought this up. What the hell was wrong with you? You knew he loved you, that he considered his child. What was this doubt that had sprouted inside you?

“Something I said?” Dorghu questioned, now more confused than ever. Something he said had caused her to feel like this? Something he said plummeted her self-worth? No, that couldn’t be right. Again you hesitated, you didn’t want to say the wrong thing. Dorghu had done so much for you. He had raised you, a human child, as his own blood. You knew no other father nor any other family outside him, Mikey and the Fogteeth gang. You loved them, all of them. So why did you feel like this?

“Am I a false orc?” you finally managed to ask, looking away from him. “You said Nick was a false orc since he was raised by humans. I am a human raised by orcs. What…What am I?”

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6 months prior

Loud, hearty laughter boomed through the apartment as your father’s men talked, hollered and cheered. The smell of booze filled the air, your brother, Mikey stood by your side as the Fogteeth gang celebrated your accomplishment. With the support of your father, Dorghu, and leader of the gang, you had completed your training. Tomorrow you was to be your first day as a Los Angeles Police Officer.

Dorghu wasn’t your real father, anyone could tell that just by looking at the two of you. He was an orc while you were human. You didn’t know the details nor did you really care how you came to be in his protection and care. You were loved, provided for and protected by him and the Fogteeth gang. All of them seemed like brothers to you. You knew them and trusted them with all your being. The same was true in their view of you, their tiny human, badass princess.

“I propose a toast,” Your father’s loud voice boomed through the air “to my daughter, (Y/N)! May you kick ass of the criminals that deserve it, protect those you love and stay safe as you keep me and the boys in the loop of what our dear police offers are doing. Now we got one on the inside.” Dorghu proudly beamed at you. Your smile widened as your eyes glistened at him. Claps, clears and whistles surfaced as Dorghu approached you.

“Thank you dad,” You said as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. Happiness seemed to pour through your veins. “I will not disappoint you.”

“I know, my girl.” Dorghu winked, “Just stay careful. None of your coworkers can know what you’re doing.”

“I won’t be found out. I’m smarter than they are.” You snickered with confidence. He had taught you how to fight, how to look out for yourself and your family. There was no better teacher than your father.

“True that, princess.” His laughter seemed to shatter the air. “Keep an eye out for anyone who maybe suspicious of you. Especially that orc cop, Jakoby, make sure you smell nothing like me or home when you leave tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, big daddy. The traitor, Nick Jakoby isn’t going to know what hit him.”

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Anonymous asked: Could you do some general relationship headcanons for emerald and Salem please? Might as well finish off the evil ladies. ( I really enjoy your headcanons )

{ notes; rewatching rwby as a whole really, really, really made me appreciate these ladies more. they've become some of my favorites to write for, actually. fingers crossed I executed this well. thanks so much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy ❤}

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⭐ As the woman's empire of depravity is under construction, countless members of her alliance and those opposed would be sacrificed. Fallacy shall not be tolerated. One thing cannot exist without exchanging itself for something else. Equivalent exchange, as they call the process. Their lives were at Salem's disposal, not emotionally invested in what insignificant purposes they held. But as the malevolent forces beckon you forward, you are spared. Pictured as a speck of dust emanating such a luminary has the witch oddly spellbound. What an intriguing spectacle to behold, she would muse to herself.

⭐ Deceptive in appearance, the antagonistic maiden would reimburse you with clemency. To set into a perspective: You are an erring stone pillar, fragments refusing to negotiate in order to maintain a proper balance. At her hand, you wouldn't crumble, and gradually adapt to the new environment she's building.

⭐ Despicable as she might be, the recruiter wouldn't dirty her reputation in lies. She would never beat around the bush and edify you in what there is to come. You have every right to know, as the clock ticks down to the very last minute. Lying isn't a resolution to calm you; it would rile you up and leave more questions than answers. But her presence, overbearing, should suffice.

⭐ Seldom, she approaches you with public affectionate displays, in a manner to dictate disorderly conduct among servants. Ozpin's shadow doesn't require meddling to interfere, consisting of immature remarks and interrogation. It doesn't involve a rocket scientist to jump to conclusions about your commitment, nor is it unprofessional, but one should behave as though they are treading on thin ice. Once allowed to cease and desist after trial and error, your shared chambers emit compassion. Precognition isn't necessary, as for certain, you would quiver at the quite off outting delicacy she has, in company of loving strokes and Earth shattering kisses. They are so invigorating, it's as if you have been reborn into an ever evolving reality.

⭐ Grimm were the terrifying beasts unearthed from the deepest depths below. If you are stricken with apprehension upon seeing them, she has a solution. Fear breads hatred, and we mustn't have contempt toward the creatures. She personally shows you upfront they aren't to be feared. As the very Mother of all Grimm, the creations could implode at her will, as you witness a towering Goliath shrivel to dust. You would be reminded as long as your beloved roams the very soil of the planet, you will, as well.

⭐ "Once upon a dream, I had envisioned a realm beyond human comprehension. Humans reverted back into dust, wails of my creations warning those still present they are hunted. The relics are within my very hands. But you weren't apart of my plans, my beloved {Name}. It was an unexpected turn of events when you conformed to my conventions. However, never once have I considered one of your kind to be considerably...divine. You have risen high above a fragment. Now, you will be one with me on my throne."

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⭐ An interlude shouting high notes, the snarky illusionary would mentally melt once hearkening those three heartfelt words. I needn't clarify, as we are all well acquainted with them. Sentiment stemming from the phrase wouldn't visibly soften Emerald - but what is exchanged is soul gripping. Exposed to the crime infested streets, she was treated as a filthy mongrel. To know you truly and sincerely never took her for granted, revered the fuel as an actual human being and gave her something she didn't have to steal (love and affection), she would be feel the sensation of actually being loved for the very first time by anyone. Whimsical, the diamond in the rough would smirk, remarking, "I know, babe."

⭐ Don't smother the thief. She needs her seclusion, implying you shouldn't barrage her in constant sunlit serenades or an extravagant display. She doesn't want a whole show centered on her. It's advised you permit Cinder's obedient follower to slowly ease into the gestures, as you would learn it isn't what she's accustomed to. Never cruel or demeaning to your attempts, but in the beginning, Emmy would be caught off guard. As time passes, the tables are turned.

⭐ On the other hand, be warned - you must be prepared to handle how much of a tease Emerald could be. Brief pecks on the lips tinged with zaps of vigor, luring you in before brutally cutting it off. Your reaction never stops bringing a gigantic bounty of chuckles. Especially as she casts an illusion merely to trick you. The tomfoolery isn't to purposefully agitate; it's all in good fun.

⭐ Learning of the empathetic villain's childhood tragedies strums your heartstrings. None should be ridiculed, discarded and left malnourished since their upbringing. Desperate to correct the mistakes of those before you, you would work diligently to make sure the Sustrai has your undivided attention. Nourishment, care, a good self esteem. She deserves it all. It nearly brings tears to her eyes at some points knowing you are so devoted to the cause.

⭐ Seceding in your own universe, the two of you would partake in a simplistic ritual. Bodies leaning against the other, your arms stretching around her waistline. The tangency if your protection is enlivening, lightning bolts dancing across the crook's skin. It's a change of pace she much prefer, in comparison to the days spent wallowing in trash in her younger years. You're not intrusive, but do insist of keeping Emerald safe, just based on your hold. She would be calm, realizing even when the world of Remnant eventually falls, you would be there through the thick and thin no matter what.

⭐ "I'm not much for thank yous, since there hasn't been much this selfish world has given me to be thankful for. But you know what? Screw it, for just this once. Thanks for making me feel like I'm actually worth something. For giving me a reason to smile. Food to eat. For caring about me. God, where the hell would I be if I didn't have you? Hey, you better not say anything to Mercury - Damn it, {Name}. Fine, if I steal someone's wallet, can I pay you to shut up?"

#rwby imagines #salem #emerald sustrai

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