#pt. 7

The walkie talkie on your bedside table crackled softly for a few seconds. You braced yourself for what was coming next.

“Alright,” the voice came out of it and it didn’t scare the shit out of you like usual. “Cameras are down for the night. Good night, everyone.” And with a final click the channel went silent.

Your phone read 10:15 pm. The house came to life a second later. Doors opened, someone shouted something inaudible on the other side of the house, you heard something or someone thump against your wall outside, and you saw the hall light come on.

“Oh, ____ _ _ _ _.” You heard your drawn out name muffled on the other side of your bedroom wall as the thumps continued to travel closer to your door. “I know you’re in there.”

You hid under your blankets and squeezed your eyes shut tight as if that were going to make you disappear even more. He wasn’t quiet about opening the door. He turned the knob noisily, but the door opened with no sound.

“I can see you.” You could almost see his silhouette in the darkness. You made yourself smaller. “You’re not being very still for someone who doesn’t want to be found.” His voice was filled with warmth.

You screamed when two arms came down on either side of you before his full body weight was on yours. You quickly felt a rush of panic as you became trapped beneath the thick blankets.

“Tae! Let me out!”

The covers were ripped from your face. A wide-eyed Tae was semi-straddling you and breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to trap you.”

Your face was hot but cooling quickly. “I’m fine.” You smiled this time and he smiled back.

“I’m not tired,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“It doesn’t sound like anyone is.” You laughed when you heard Hobi scream from the common area. They were in an online room in Mario Kart and he was mercilessly being beaten by everyone. An aggravated Jin was telling him that he was playing the game all wrong; choosing the cart for looks and not for its weight and handling.

Tae just grinned.

“Wanna go somewhere?”

“Where? It’s past 10.”

Tae chewed on his lip for a second. “I know a place. Jungkook is coming too.”

“Oh? I guess this was planned already?”

“Kinda.”

Well, since it didn’t seem you had a choice you lightly pushed at Tae so you could sit up.

“Let me put something else on then.” He moved so that you could grab a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. Cameras weren’t rolling anymore for the night so you were able to move freely around the grounds now. You didn’t mind that during the day you stayed as far away as possible. There were many other things for you to do and you mostly relaxed, enjoying the time alone.

Tae took your hand in his when you slipped on a warm pair of shoes. You glanced over to see a clearly suffering Hobi half slid off the couch, clutching the joycons in his hands as the scoreboard shone him in 12th place.

“I told you to pick a better cart.” Jin sounded miffed.

“Yea, and I told you to pick a better haircut when you locked yourself in the bathroom, but you’re mister do what I want.”

“Where are you two going?” Jin turned in time before you were about to walk out the door.

“None of your business,” Tae stated as he pulled on the handle and you along with him.

“Watch for bears!” Jin yelled as he stuffed half a slice of pizza into his mouth.

“You’re an idiot!” Tae called back, but you could hear his smile.

Gangwon-do Chuncheon. Filming for In the Soop was well underway. The landscape around you was nothing short of breathtaking. The nights were just the right amount of cool; enough to make your arms into gooseflesh. The moon was bright, but not quite full and even the stars seemed to whisper along with the wind that blew through the trees. Tae walked silently beside you, warm hand still clutching yours.

“Where are we going?” you asked finally. You clutched your sweater a little tighter. The neatly trimmed grass beneath your feet had a slight crunch to it in this cooler weather.

“A place fit for you.” What was with this vagueness all of a sudden?

“Fit for me?”

Jungkook had been acting a little weird, too, now that you thought about it…wait.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

Tae looked down at you, but half his face was shaded while the other shone in the moonlight.

“You’ll see.”

“This is all very cryptic.”

He smiled, showing teeth this time. His cheeks rounded. His hair had grown deliciously long and it fell in his eyes in such an attractive way. It was hard for you to be mad at him for anything right now.

You both happened quickly upon a small, secluded beach at the lake. Laid sprawled out on what looked to be a thick blanket, Jungkook was gazing up at the stars. Another thick roll of blanket lay close by.

“Where did you get such nice duvets?” Tae asked as he walked to the edge of Jungkook’s extremely comfortable spot on the ground.

“From the house.” Jungkook’s eyes shined with the lights of the stars above him. You hadn’t seen them this clear and rested in such a long time. It looked good on him.

“Yea, but from where in the house?”

Jungkook sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “If you must know, I stole them from Jin and Hobi’s beds, but you know damn well they’re not going to sleep any time soon. That’s why they both look like half-baked bread in the morning.”

Tae couldn’t disagree. “I brought a guest.”

You laughed as Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up.

“Nice to meet you, noona,” he said with mock formality.

Tae let go of your hand as you dropped to your knees beside Jungkook. You leaned over quickly, placing your lips against his. It had felt like forever since the last time you kissed him. Sometimes you’d see them from afar. You saw the way Jungkook abused the punching bag and you felt it in your gut. You had spent the rest of your day with your head buried in a book trying to forget the scene entirely. He moaned softly and he gently held your head as he deepened the kiss.

“I missed you,” he said when he finally let you pull away.

“I missed you, too.”

“Not me?” Tae asked as he fell to Jungkook’s other side. He turned to his back to gaze up at the sky. His dark hair shone with strands of white light and it almost made him look celestial.

“Of course.” He knew you did, of course. He had seen the way your face light up when you were finally face to face in your room. He felt it in his heart when his hand enveloped yours. The connection between the three of you was tangible and strong.

“I can see how this is fit for me, though,” you began as you laid your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around you, “It’s very peaceful.”

“And beautiful,” Jungkook said with a kiss to your forehead. “Just like you.”

He still managed to make you blush. You didn’t miss the movement of his hand as he reached towards you, slightly adjusting his body in your direction. His fingers skimmed carefully along the top of your sweats before he dipped his cool hand inside. He sighed the same time you gasped.

“So warm,” he said while he pressed his hand against your skin.

“Your hands are cold as fuck,” you seethed.

“Shhh, it’ll be fine soon.” He pushed his hand a little further, dipping his fingers once more under the waistband of your underwear. “We brought you here because it’s such an amazing place to worship you.” His voice was nearly a whisper now.

“What?”

His fingers slid a little further, cresting over your mound, and then he placed two cool fingers on your clit. He rubbed small, gentle circles on you and your hips twitched involuntarily. He rubbed his nose up the side of your face and placed a kiss to your temple.

“You’re alone all day without us. We want you to know that we never forget about you.” His lips skimmed your cheek as he spoke. Chills went down your spine.

He rubbed a little harder and then moved, pushing the same two fingers inside of you. His mouth was over yours once more, tongue exploring as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

Behind Jungkook, Tae had been for the most part satisfied in watching this unfold. But you began to moan as Jungkook kissed you and your back arched beautifully even under your layers of clothes. His mouth watered and his dick was getting harder and harder. There was still space on the other side of you so he moved quickly. He was beside you, now wanting to be just as attentive as Jungkook. Jungkook broke the kiss to look at Tae.

“We could make her come together,” he said as his eyes traveled down to his own hand hidden in your sweats but obviously keeping his rhythm inside of you.

Tae took the cue. His cool hand was now a stark contrast against your skin. This time the difference in temperature was a welcome relief to you. He moved two fingers beneath Jungkook’s palm and began working them over your clit.

You cried out, overtaken by the pleasure of both them touching you this way. Tae’s mouth captured your moans this time as Jungkook concentrated on making sure his slender fingers brushed just right against your g-spot. You clung to both men as if your life depended on it. Your body tingled and flushed with heat. The woods around you were quiet, but dense. Any sounds from this beach were swallowed by the evergreens and the underbrush. The cool night air laid its cool presence on the exposed skin of your forehead. When all you wanted to do was cry, you let the tears stream down your face as you fell further and further into the pleasure. You didn’t even have all your clothes off yet. Jungkook captured Tae’s lips as he leaned across you. You wanted to watch through the blur of your tears. You tried to at least. Jungkook was biting and nipping at Tae’s bottom lip, but neither stuttered in their actions. You came in an explosion of light and actual stars. The night sky seemed to become a little brighter in that moment. The moon watched silently overhead as your body shuddered with the release. Your mind clouded.

Tae kissed your forehead. Jungkook kissed your cheek before he moved to remove your pants. You gasped as the cool night air hit your bare legs and the wetness between them. You shivered for a second and hugged yourself, drawing your legs in close.

“Baby, let me help you,” Jungkook said as he placed a reassuring hand on your calf. You weren’t sure what he meant but you relaxed anyway. He pulled your legs straight and then apart, putting himself between them. He dipped low, bringing his face to your somewhat dripping pussy. They hadn’t made you come enough times for that yet. He licked up your center and you shuddered from the over sensitivity.

Behind you, Tae slid both of his hands into the oversized neck of your sweater, pinching and twisting your nipples in a way that had you moaning with new arousal dripping on Jungkook’s tongue. He moaned as the sweet taste of you coated his tastebuds. His tongue flicked against your clit as he wrapped his forearms around your thighs. This way, it was easier for him to pull you harder against his face as he ate you out. Tae pulled at one of your nipples and then slapped your breast. He soothed his hand over the spot when you cried out, cooing as your eyes watered. He leaned down, hands still in your sweater, and kissed you upside down. You had no idea how he knew, but he guided the kiss perfectly. The movies made it look easy; Tae made it easier. His hair tickled the underside of your chin and when you opened your eyes, you were able to see his strong neck. You had probably spent more hours of your life looking at Tae’s neck than you have eating.

Jungkook’s tongue was inside of you now, lapping up your arousal spilling a font of sweet water. He enjoyed every second of this, but his hard cock rubbing on the inside of his pants was almost torture. Your moans floated on the air with the sounds of the night birds. It fit in perfectly with their song. Jungkook gave two, long torturous licks up your center before he sat up.

“Maybe we should give her more.” He was making a statement, but you heard the finality in his voice. There was no room for questioning.

Tae moved his hands and sat you up.

“You think you can take both of us in that pretty pussy?” Tae asked deeply as he pushed your chin up with the tip of his finger.

You gulped and nodded. Of course, you could. You had done it before. Tae removed only his pants as well, opting to forgo having his entire body be exposed to the cold. He laid back on the duvet, pumping his cock in his hands. He was already half hard anyway. Jungkook needed no prep as he stepped out of his pants. He was already red and leaking.

“Backwards,” Tae said as you crawled over.

You did as you were told. With Jungkook’s help, he held your hand to steady you as he watched you sink down on Tae’s cock. You held onto his knee, squeezing tightly as you adjusted to his size. It had been quite some time since you had last had sex. Jungkook knew you’d need a few so he sat back on his knees between Tae’s spread legs. His eyes were transfixed on where Tae’s cock disappeared inside of you. Tae grasped your waist firmly and set both feet firmly before starting a pace. You moaned and quivered, clenching hard around him.

“Relax, baby,” Tae said through clenched teeth.

You took a deep breath and let out an exhale. Tae moved slowly and you gasped at each short thrust. When his hips began to move a little faster, Jungkook was fascinated by how quickly you became so creamy around his cock. He reached out, gathering it. You looked down to watch him as he slid his slick fingers over your clit. He looked up at you, eyes shining in the darkness, and then his lips were on yours once more. He rubbed his fingers over you and soon you were crying again. Your body warmed again as Tae’s skin slapped against yours. The waves moved gently onto shore barely making a sound. The wind picked up, rushing a welcome breeze over the sweat on your brow. Tae slow imperceptibly, knowing you were ready. Jungkook rubbed the head of his cock over your clit purposefully. He held it firmly in his hand as he teased you mercilessly. Tae’s unwavering stamina kept on you the edge of tipping. Then he slowed even more, keeping your pleasure steady as Jungkook pushed in on top of him.

This time you couldn’t stop when you cried out. Yes, the stretch wasn’t going to be comfortable, it never was. It wasn’t every day that you had two dicks inside of you. But you knew on the other side of this, something great was about to happen to you. Jungkook guided his cock with his hand while the other cupped your cheek. He soothed you by whispering praises into your ear and placed kisses atop your warm cheeks. He kept moving once he was fully inside, making sure to coat himself enough so he wouldn’t hurt you.

All of you were in tune with one another in a way you had never been with anyone else. They set a rhythm that was like the smoothest choreo. If the moon fell out of the sky right now you wouldn’t even have noticed. Your mind blanked as you anchored yourself on your hands behind you, leaning back in a way that had both of them hitting your g-spot. Your head fell back, hair spilling into Tae’s face as he gripped you tighter and fucked you harder. Jungkook leaned forward, keeping his in sync pace with Tae, and pushed your sweater up and attached his lips around your nipple. He sucked and nibbled until your body was practically convulsing between them. Your muscles twitched and seized in preparation of your impending orgasm.

The stars above you blurred together in one swirling mass, but the moon was at the helm of totally blinding your vision as you came; its bright light shining down on all three of you.

“Fuck.” You barely heard Jungkook as he came with a strangled moan. He continued fucking you as his cum seeped out around them.

“Jungkook keep doing that.” Tae was breathless beneath you and you felt his muscles tense in his legs. “Shit. Yes. Fuck. Yes.” He came hard in a release that seemed to be pent up for some time. His entirely body seemed to give up and relax completely.

Shakily, you laid back against his chest as Jungkook pulled out. You moved your hips so that Tae’s cock slid out easily afterwards. The amount of cum coming out of you right now was not new to you, but it always felt a little strange.

Jungkook reached for the other rolled blanket and quickly unfurled it. The cold began to seep in as it cooled the sweat on your body. Rolling off of Tae, you welcomed the extra blanket as you snuggled against him. Jungkook moved in behind you, trapping you between the both of them.

“We’ll take you somewhere. Just us. Where we can take you out in the sun, too,” Jungkook said as he kissed the back of your neck.

You sighed contentedly. The night birds were beginning to quiet down some. The waves still moved quietly onto shore.

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         Tony sat on his throne in quiet contemplation. He finally had Bucky right where he wanted him. He was going to kill him and prove to Natasha that he was stronger and more powerful than the disgraced knight. He was going to get everything he dreamed of. So why wasn’t he happy?  Clearly there was something he was missing. He should be elated, jumping for joy. Not sitting there pouting. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

         "What’s wrong with you now?“ Natasha asked. Tony shrugged a bit before smiling. Maybe Natasha’s reaction to the news would make him feel better. "Come with me.” Natasha arched brow, but followed anyway. She was in the mood for a laugh and with Tony, you could almost guarantee it. Tony lead her down toward the dungeons as she wondered what he was up to.

         Meanwhile, you were sitting in the corner with your parents, your eyes focused on Bucky in his cell. You had spent hours trying to talk to him, but he ignored you. Well sort of. He never said word, but he kept casting glances at you. And Steve? He kept playing on your guilt until you finally had enough. “I DID WHAT I HAD TO!” you shouted, then lowered your voice, “He was going to kill my parents. You have to believe me. I never wanted him to kill you, especially not after I-” you cut off.

         "Not after you what, Princess?“ Bucky finally spoke. His voice was raw with emotion. You felt yourself flushing. "Nevermind. Please believe I never wanted this.” Bucky looked at you just as the dungeon doors opened. Tony came strutting in with Natasha behind him. “Nat…” Bucky whispered. You could hear something in his voice. To you, it sounded like longing and it broke your heart. “I told you I’d find them and the jewel. And tonight, Bucky Barnes will hang.”

         “NO! They can’t hang Bucky! He’s the hero!” Your children all made sounds of agreement. Sam held up his hands. “Relax. I know what I’m doing.” And he did. He had finally gotten the story planned out in his head.

         Tony and Natasha walked out of the room, leaving the prisoners gaping after them. You sank down to the floor, on your knees. Bucky was watching Natasha walk away with a peculiar expression on his face. She saw him and didn’t say a word. Not one word. He had come all this way to rescue her and she didn’t even acknowledge his presence in that dungeon.

         When the guards came a few hours later, Bucky was still staring in space Natasha had been. He hardly heard your cries of his name or how sorry you were. He didn’t hear Steve telling him that he had been honored to be his squire. The guards turned him to face you and he saw tears pouring down your face. He figured that would be the last thing he saw as the hood came down over his face.

         Bucky felt his pulse quicken at the thought of dying. He wasn’t ready to die yet, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure what he had left in his life to be grateful for. Bucky let his thoughts wander for a while until he felt himself being pushed into a seat and the hood be removed from his head. To his surprise, he wasn’t at the hangman’s noose. He was in a lavish suite, at a table, with all his favorite foods before him. He glanced up and saw Natasha sittin gin the seat across from him.

         "Nat? What’s going on?“ Natasha smiled at him. "I saved you.” Bucky furrowed his brows. “Why?” Her smile turned into a smirk. “Because  I’ve put a plot into motion that will change everything. Tony will be out of our lives and you? You will be spared to come back to me.” Bucky couldn’t help but grin. “So you do love me.” Natasha shrugged.

         "Love is for children…but I suppose I love you as much as someone like me can love anyone.“ Bucky’s brows furrowed. "What does that even mean?” Natasha shrugged again. “Come on, Bucky. This is what you wanted, right? To be with me again? Well, I’ve made sure that can happen.” Bucky was about to speak when Natasha pressed her lips to his.

         Bucky should have felt something. He should have felt that spark he used to when he was with her. He should have wanted nothing more than to hold her. But something felt off. Wrong. His heart wasn’t in it anymore. So, he pushed Natasha away. “I can’t.” Natasha’s face turned red with fury. “What?!” Bucky repeated himself and Natasha only grew more angry and she called the guards.

         Down in the throne room, Tony felt disappointed. The guards had taken Bucky elsewhere instead of to the hangman’s noose like he’d ordered. Everything was going wrong. Why couldn’t one thing go right? He had been so close! And where in the world was Bucky? It wouldn’t matter soon because, in a moment, his world was going to be turned completely upside down.

         “OOOOH, is this Natasha’s plot?” Bucky asked, making you roll your eyes. “Let Sam finish,” you chided lovingly. The child agreed. Your youngest sighed a little. “I don’t like that Tony’s sad.” Tony grinned while the other two children started to argue. “But he’s the bad guy!” The little girl shook her head. “No. Natasha is the bad guy!” The real Nat ran her fingers through your daughter’s hair. “You got that right, kiddo.” You laughed and signaled for Sam to continue.

         Tony pinched the bridge of his nose as the doors opened. “I thought I said to keep everyone out!” he called out. The voice that answered back sent shivers down his spine. “Hello, Brother.” Tony looked up and his throat went tight. “Brock.” The man in question gave a menacing smile that made fear shoot through Tony like an arrow.

         When Tony and Brock were children, Brock was always in trouble. Every time he turned around, he was being scolded. And when their father died and the throne passed to Tony, Brock left the kingdom. He swore he’d never return until Tony was dead. So it was a complete and utter surprise for him to be there now.

         "And here I thought you’d be happy to see me, Tony. When your wife wrote to me and told me how you’d lost control of your kingdom, I figured you’d be happy for a little…reprieve.“ Before Tony could retort, Natasha appeared with the guards and the prisoners, including Bucky. She gave Brock a smirk as she looked at Tony. She stepped up in front of her throne and spoke to everyone.

         "So happy you all could join us. There’s going to be some changes around here. Brock here is going to be the new king.” Tony started stuttering, but Natasha continued, catching Brock up on everything that had been happening. “So, you know your brother, the soon-to-be former king. Bucky is a knight and my ex-lover. The jester there is also an old lover. And the girl was the princess of this pathetic kingdom that Tony let escape. Everyone, this is Tony’s brother, the new king, and my future husband.”

         "I’m still here, you know!“ Tony cried, "And I refuse to give up my throne for this tyrant.” A sword was suddenly at Tony’s throat. Brock regarded his brother with interest. “You won’t go down without a fight? Very well. Then I challenge you to a duel.” Tony instantly accepted. “Who shall you choose as your champion then, Brother? I choose Clint.” Tony’s words got caught in his throat.

         Clint had been by Tony’s side since he was a boy.  Clint always fought for him. Always. Tony had been dependent upon Clint to fight his battles for him. Tony couldn’t fight most of the time and he didn’t like to. He was a lover, not a fighter. The only reason he’d taken over your kingdom was for Natasha. What was he going to do now?

         "I’ll fight for Tony.“ Tony’s eyes widened as he looked at who spoke. "Bucky, you can’t!” you cried, trying to place a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky shrugged it off and kept his glare on Natasha. “You would fight for me?” Tony asked. Bucky shook his head. “No. I’m fighting for our freedom. If I win, Tony lets us all go.” Tony nodded ecstatically. He knew what a good fighter Bucky was.

         "Fine. But if Clint wins, I get to execute you all.“ Silence descended for a moment before your father spoke. "Fair enough.” You groaned as the deal was struck and you were all escorted back to the dungeons. Tony watched you go with a smile on his face. He was going to win. He just knew it.

         “He is going to win, right? I mean, Bucky’s the hero! He can’t lose!” your son exclaimed, earning a “Shush” from you. Sam laughed. At this point, he couldn’t tell who was more invested in the story: him, the children, or the adults. Either way, Sam was eager to continue the story. “Well, I guess we’ll have to keep going, won’t we?” At everyone’s agreement, Sam started up again.

         Bucky paced in his cell, his mind bouncing back and forth. He was angry and excited and even a little nervous. This was what all his training lead to. A duel for a kingdom and his freedom. He never thought he’d find himself fighting for Tony, but this was important. If he could win everyone’s freedom, he could be rid of you. But was that what he really wanted?

         He looked into the cell next to his. You and Steve were seated next to each other on the dank floor. You had tears running down your cheeks and you were whispering something to Steve. “Y/N,” Bucky called softly. You looked up in surprise. It was the first time he’d spoken to you since he learned of your betrayal. You got up and walked over to the bars joining your two cells. Bucky reached in and wiped the tears from your face.

         "I am so sorry, Bucky. I never meant for things to go this far,“ you said softly. "I know. I’m sorry. I know you were trying to save your parents and I should have known Natasha didn’t want me anymore. After all, she left me for Tony in the first place. And I was so bent on getting back to her, back to normal that I missed what was right in front of me.”

         You cocked your head to the side. Bucky chuckled softly. “You know, it’s strange. It took me so long to realize that I don’t feel anything for Natasha anymore. How can I when I found the perfect woman for me? I mean, sure you are really bossy and you mess with my head sometimes and you snore really REALLY loud, but I love that about you.” You glared for a second before you registered what he said.

         "You…what?“ Bucky placed a hand on yours. "I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me so long.” You beamed at him as fresh tears. “I love you too, Bucky.” You both leaned in, forgetting the bars between you. You hit your head and pulled back. “Ouch.” After making sure you were alright, Bucky laughed again. “I will win this fight. For you.” You nodded and did your best to smile. You only hoped that, come tomorrow, Bucky would be able to live up to his word.

         “They finally said it!” your older daughter cried. You ran your fingers through her hand and laughed. “Yes they did. But I wanna know who wins the duel. Bucky or Clint?” Steve asked. Sam looked at the clock and sighed. “Sorry guys, but I need to eat lunch before we can keep going. Can’t tell an adventure on an empty stomach.” The kids groaned, but consented. Everyone rose and stretched, eager to eat and get back to the story later.

(a/n: The next part will end around the same events as season 1 of Galavant. I’m debating on ending it there or continuing into season 2.)

When Cassidy had come to, he’d already been admitted to the town clinic and treated for his extensive wounds. None of the staff could tell him how he’d gotten there. They just said that they had found him lying unconscious in front of the building. The other person he was with didn’t make it. Cole’s heart nearly broke then at the unknown of who it was.

Two days after arriving, the doctor was able to relay what had been the damage. His eyes had to be flushed immediately to remove all the dirt and sand that had been thrown at him. A fear being that there could be damage to his corneas. The doctor revealed that had he been left alone any longer than a few hours, Cassidy could have lost his eyesight. The sharp shooting gunslinger was thankful for their fast acting. The massive blows to the head he had been dealt with had led to a minor concussion and a large bump on his noggin. There were small sores along his human wrist where the rope had dug in too deep. Meaning he’d have to go gloveless for a bit to avoid anymore friction, but the doc had assured him that he’d be fine in a few days. Ugly bruising had marred his face and body and small cuts were here and there. Other than that, he was free to go after another night of observation.

He’d had no visitors.

With antibiotics in his pocket, he’d signed his own discharge papers and stepped out of the clinic. Only to stop in his tracks.

Cole had no idea where to look for [Y/N]. He was worried sick about you. There hadn’t been any indication on whether you had survived that night or not. The nurse looking after him wouldn’t disclose whether it was you or not that was brought in with him.

Not to mention that his memory wasn’t all that reliable at the moment.

That’s when the church bell started ringing. Signaling the beginning of a service. He figured that was a good place to start as any. But the funeral procession taking place was not something he had thought to be greeted with.

Standing at the entrance of the church as the rest of the townsfolk mourned the loss of a beloved member of their society. He walked up to the picture display to see who the ceremony was about and nearly keeled over.

These were pictures of you with the group from the saloon that one night in mining gear outside the mountain side. A few selfies of you and Adam, the one that stood up against Calvin. Or Clyde. Or whoever the fuck he was.

A throat being cleared brought Cassidy out of the stupor he was slowly going in. The clerical collar notifying the sharpshooter that this was the priest.

“Hello my son,” the priest said calmly, hands clasped behind him.

“Hey Padre.”

“It’s never an easy thing; to lose a loved one. Especially one so dear to the community.”

“No, I supposed it ain’t,” Cassidy agreed with the priest. He didn’t know how long you had been here in town, but he was sure you made an impact wherever you went.

With a gentle pat to Cassidy’s shoulder, they moved off to the side to continue their conversation, the wake just about to start. It was decided that the casket at the front of the church would be closed for the viewing. The town coroner and the priest both agreed that the battered body inside was not something that civilians should see. The lilies surrounding the casket an unfamiliar sight in these desert parts, but it was best not to question how they’d manage to get here at this time.

The two men spoke for a few more minutes before the priest had excused himself to start the sermon. That had been nearly an hour ago and Cassidy had yet to move from his current spot. He wasn’t ready to go back home yet. Not without you. He wasn’t ready to explain what had happened in the span of a few days, though it had felt like a lifetime.

Dropping his hat to the floor, he brought his head down into his hands and heaved out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Hunching over, he took a breath in and for the first time in years, he prayed. He prayed and hoped that whatever higher power was out there, that they were listening.

The creaking of the church doors pulled at Cassidy’s attention and it was all he could do but hold in the sob that wanted to escape him as tears formed in his eyes. Releasing a shuddering breath, Cole Cassidy didn’t want to move for fear of waking up from what was surely a dream.

It was his [Y/N].

You limped your way inside the church. Careful to gently close the heavy wooden door behind you, mindful of the grieving crowd. Scanning the area, your eyes immediately landed on Cole and your heart tightened within your bruised rib cage. Even with all the heavy bruising marring his face, he still looked as handsome as ever in your eyes.

Your entire being felt like it was on fire as you slowly made your way to him. Placing your hand on the pew for balance, there was no hiding the broken skin of your knuckles from where you had punched Calvin in the face repeatedly.

“Mind if I uh… join you?” you had croaked out timidly before trying to clear your throat.

He didn’t say anything to you, just nodded slowly as you joined him in the pew. You didn’t want to make eye contact as you sat next to him.

“I’m sorry I ditched you at the clinic,” you began quietly, still refusing to look at the cowboy beside you, “but I needed to finish what had begun down in that mine shaft. See, after Calvin threw that dirt at you, I ended up jumping onto his back to get him away from you. Then I began to whale on his face, you know, to try and get Peacekeeper out of his hands.”

You made your scarred hand into a fist as to make a point only to wince in pain and unfurl your hand. The skin around your knuckles still tender. The trembling in your palms not something that you could stop.

“But then Adam joined in on the fight and then one thing led to another. And the gun went off. One of the bullets got Calvin in his eye. It was a horrifying thing to witness. But he died instantly and I fell off. The other one hit Adam in the shoulder.” Taking a steady breath, you managed to wipe a tear away before it could fall. “It must have hit some type of artery ‘cause it just kept bleeding, Cole. There was so much blood everywhere.”

Focusing your gaze to the casket that held the body of Adam Drohger, you continued on. Not noticing that Cassidy took your hand in his and began rubbing his thumb in a soothing motion. “But not before he tried to help me get you out of there. When the explosions went off, that’s when everything began collapsing. We tried to leave but you were being unreasonable and ended up knocking yourself out. But really, when aren’t you being a stubborn ass,” you said while giving out a weak laugh.

“And then a piece of the ceiling caved and landed on my leg. But somehow we made it out of there, in almost one piece. By the time we got out of the shaft, the twins were long gone. Fled long before the bombs went off probably.

Adam and I left Calvin in there. There probably isn’t much left of him now anyways. I dropped you both off at the hospital before going to look for Jim and John. Found them hiding out at an abandoned gas station about a day’s ride from here. Took another day to actually go through with…you know. I figured though, that if they were still out there then there’d still be a possibility that they’d come back. Rode into town not that long ago, went to look for you two at the hospital. Come to find out that Adam, well… at least he’s with his brother now, I guess. And you…”

Sniffling, you brought your attention back to Cassidy. He’d been silent the entire time you relayed your half of the night.

You couldn’t overlook the cheating, that was still something that needed to be discussed in depth but for now… After everything that has happened, you were ready to put the past behind you.

“Can’t we just go home please? I got your gun back and everything.” you whispered.

Cole Cassidy stared at the wondrous being before him with unshed tears in his eyes. After all that you went through: the Deadlock Gang, getting shot, getting knocked out, a scuffle, and bombs going off, you had still managed to think about him. You got his gun back and took him to safety to get looked after. There wasn’t a word he could find in his vocabulary to describe what he was feeling at this moment. The closest he could come up with was probably blessed. Blessed to have you here, with him. Alive. Less than well, but alive.

Here you were, talking to him without a hint of malice and wanting to go home. As in, together.

By some miracle, his shoddy prayers did reach for the sky and were actually heard.

Leaning down, he connected his forehead to yours. Bringing your hand to his lips, he kissed it while looking directly into your gaze.

“Of course darlin’. Anything you want.”

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a/n: So! Technically this is the last chapter  (」゜ロ゜)」But do not fret, there’s still an epilogue that needs to make an appearence.  I’m currently in the process of going out of town today. I forwent going to bed to pop this sucker out. I planned it pretty well actually. We’re leaving in an hour at 4 am, this gives me one hour to shower and get ready.

Breaking Molds and Taking Names chapter 2 should also be making an appearence when I come back as well  

In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed, this will be on a schedule so don’t mind the constant reblogs ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

           You felt the tears beginning to well in your eyes, but you refused to let them out. Arthur was going to leave again, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You felt his hand on your shoulder and you glanced over. "Think about it, Y/N. I told you, I want to be in his life. Yours as well." It wasn't asking much and you were certain you weren't going to change your mind, so you nodded. "Alright."

           And think about it you did. It was in the back of your mind as you went out to celebrate your son's birthday with dinner. It was on your mind as you came home and ate cake. It was even on your mind as Y/S/N opened his presents. To the outside world, it seemed as though all your attention was directed to your little family. You learned how to zone out years ago, when Y/S/N was at that age where he talked all the time. But truly, you couldn't stop thinking about Arthur's request.

           "Mom, can Dad stay and watch a movie with us?" You almost said no, but Y/S/N looked up at you with those big eyes and you couldn't resist. Not on his birthday. "Okay. One movie and then it's bedtime." Y/S/N eagerly agreed and ran to pick out a movie. "Perhaps I should go," Arthur said softly and you shook your head. "He wants you here, Arthur." He stared into your eyes, making you feel slightly uncomfortable. "Do you?" Luckily you were saved from answering when Y/S/N came back into the room, announcing the movie was ready.  

           Y/S/N sat on one end of the couch, forcing you and Arthur to sit right next to each other unless you wanted to sit on the floor. You sat as far away from Arthur as you could, your eyes glued to the screen in front of you, but you weren't really paying attention. Neither was Arthur.

           He sat stiffly beside you. It didn't matter how often he spent time with you and Y/S/N, he was still slightly uncomfortable with getting to close, both physically and emotionally. As far as Y/S/N was concerned, it was probably too late. Arthur had never felt so protective of anyone in his entire life. But you were a different story.

           The tension between you wasn't awkward. Rather, it was familiar and that scared Arthur. There were times when he wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and hold you close as if you might fade away. Other times, he wanted to walk out the door and never come back, if only to save you and Y/S/N from being hurt. And yet, there were other times still when Arthur felt like the three of you could be a happy family. The problem was that Arthur wasn't sure which option to choose.

           The movie ended and Arthur stood to leave. "Do you have to leave, Dad?" Y/S/N asked. Arthur smiled. He was finally getting used to being called "Dad" and he really enjoyed it. "I do. I have a few things to take care of." He bid you farewell and moved to leave. You glanced at his retreating back, your heart making up your mind for you.

           "Arthur, wait!" He stopped and turned to you with furrowed brows. "Y/S/N go to your room please." Y/S/N started to protest, but one look from you sent him scurrying from the room. Arthur put a hand in his pocket while he waited for you to speak again. You let out a breath and met his gaze. You knew what you wanted to say, but it certainly didn't come out that way.

           "I miss you," you said. Not what you planned, but the words rolled off your tongue before you could stop them. Arthur grew confused. You missed him? What was that supposed to mean? He saw you on a regular basis now because of the son you shared. "I miss having you with me. I miss seeing you every day, waking up beside you. I miss having you in my bed. Feeling your lips against mine. I miss everything you are and what we used to have."

           It was almost too much for Arthur. This outpouring of emotion wasn't what he was used to. "Please say something, Arthur," you whispered when he hadn't replied for several minutes. He was just standing there staring at you as if he couldn't process what you'd said. Honestly, he couldn't. You were practically telling him that you loved him without using those exact words, even after everything.

           "Maybe you should go," you said. Arthur still hadn't responded and he saw the effect it had on you. Your expression fell and you moved to turn away. Arthur removed his hand from his pocket quickly reached over to stop you. He spun you back to him, until you were chest to chest and your faces were mere centimeters apart.

           The air in the room grew thick with tension. "Arthur, what do you want?" you breathed out. Arthur didn't even hesitate. "Kiss me, Y/N," he ordered. Now normally, you'd be angry that he was trying to boss you around, but this time you were far too lost in the heat between the two of you. You closed the barely there space between you and attached your lips to his. You immediately felt like you were drowning in that kiss. It was everything you'd missed and then some. It was fire and desire, lust and love, hot and cold. It was everything.

           The obnoxious need for air forced the two of you to part. You were both panting heavily and your skin was flushed. Arthur rested his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath. He hadn't felt such a rush in a long time. Far too long and he never wanted it to end. Arthur realized that, when he was with you, he was home and he hoped that you would feel the same.

           He opened his eyes to find yours already looking at him. "Will you come with me to London?" You let your lips turn up in a soft smile. "Yes. We have to let Y/S/N finish out this school year and then, yes, we'll come to London." You pressed your lips to his again, much softer this time. Neither of you noticed the shadow of the young boy standing in the hallway cheering silently. His parents were together, hopefully for good. "Best birthday ever."

(a/n: I hope you guys like it. Possibly/mostly likely the last part!)