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Summary: you and Declan have been secretly dating and you’re tired of hiding it.
For the sake of this fic, Maud and Declan are getting a divorce and reader is 24
A/N: Okay I’ve had this in my brain/drafts for a bit but because tumblr won’t let me post anything new, I’m posting this.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you half-whisper.
Declan’s eyes lift from the cigarette he lights, dark eyes falling soft to your form—and then to the bag packed on the floor.
“Can’t do what?” He asks. “Where are you going?”
“I can’t keep sneaking around like this.”
His brows bunch, legs already moving to reach your side. “You know why we can’t tell anyone.”
“I know,” you reply.
You always know why.
Maud and Declan’s divorce hadn’t been officially completed, and Taggie is your best friend. It would’ve been hypocritical for Declan to forbid her and Rupert to be together when you and Declan were sneaking around yourselves.
And what would the tabloids say? ‘Declan O’Hara in his mid-life crisis relationship with a woman almost half his age!’
“I don’t think I can take hiding anymore, Declan.” Your eyes begin to blur, Declan becoming nothing but a blob before you. “The guilt is starting to wear on me.”
“Hey,” he starts, wiping your tears. “We’ll get through this. As soon as things with Maud are finalized, we can go public.”
You shake your head. “I don’t want to hurt Taggie.”
“We can figure that out when the time comes,” he tells you. With a soft kiss on your nose, he adds, “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, y/n. It’s because of this that I want things to settle before we can go public.”
He searches your eyes. “These feelings between us, they’re real. What I feel is real. Give me until things have died down, and we’ll tell Tag together.”
With a swipe under your eyes, you nod. “She’ll be pissed, you know.”
“Why?”
Declan’s brows are knitted so tightly, you’re afraid he’ll break in half. His curls are wild around his head, making him look crazed. Fuck, you loved this man.
“Because you forbade her from being with Rupert.” The eye roll he instinctively does makes you smirk. “You know it’s true.”
“Should I allow her to date him?” He asks.
You can’t tell if he means it, but you do feel a sense of ease in your chest.
“If it’ll make you feel better,” you reply with a cheeky shrug.
Declan breaks out into a grin, pulling you into his chest with a sigh. “I’m so madly in love with you, angel.”
“I know.” Pulling back to gaze up at him, you forget all about wanting to end things with him. How could you when he’s just told you he loves you? “And I love you, Declan.”
This would have been a touching moment…had Taggie not heard the entire thing from the top of the stairs.
The barrels struck the riverbank with a series of hollow thuds, rolling dwarves across the muddy grass. Bilbo crawled out of his barrel coughing, Bofur was complaining loudly about smelling like fish, and Kíli declared dramatically:
“I am never bathing again!”
You pulled yourself out of your barrel, soaked from head to toe. Your hair stuck to your cheeks, your shirt clung to every line of your body, and your boots felt like small, personal lakes.
You sat down and tugged one off.
Waterfalls. Actual waterfalls poured out.
“Ugh…” you groaned. “Lovely. I’m storing enough water to fill a pond.”
And then—
A splash behind you. A grunt of effort. A shape pulling itself out of the river.
You glanced up.
And froze.
Fíli Durin climbed out of the water like some sort of dwarven warrior carved by Mahal himself.
His golden hair, usually neat and braided, was dripping down his shoulders in wild waves. Water ran down his cheeks, soaked his shirt, defined the line of his arms, his chest, his waist—
Your thoughts short‑circuited.
He gave his head a quick shake, sending droplets flying. His shirt clung tightly to him, outlining every toned muscle you had absolutely never noticed before.
You swallowed.
“Oh no,” you whispered to yourself. “Oh no no no—”
Fíli caught sight of you.
And smiled.
A warm, bright, devastating Fíli smile.
“There you are!” he said cheerfully, jogging toward you. His soaked clothes made soft squishing noises, which should have been funny but somehow wasn’t funny at all because his wet hair was sticking to his jaw and his braids were plastered to his shoulders and you were going to PASS OUT.
He stopped in front of you, hands on his hips, dripping everywhere. “You all right? You look a little— flushed.”
“F‑flushed? No! No, not flushed. Perfectly fine. Just— boot. Wet boot. Very tragic.”
You waved your boot like a trophy of shame.
Water sloshed out.
Fíli laughed, the sound warm and rich. “Here— let me help.”
He crouched beside you, close enough you could smell river water, leather, and something warm you refused to identify.
He lifted your other boot gently, tipping it upside down.
You tried very hard not to stare at the way his wet shirt stretched across his back when he leaned forward.
You failed.
Spectacularly.
Fíli looked up at you through damp lashes, his smile soft. “There. Better?”
Your mouth opened. Nothing came out.
“(Y/N)?” he asked, brows knitting together in concern.
You forced a sound out. “Yes. Good. Fine. Perfect. You’re wet.”
You wanted to die.
He blinked. Then his lips twitched, just a little. “So are you.”
“I— yes— I know— I’m— aware.”
You stared at the ground, praying it would swallow you.
Fíli leaned closer, voice warm and amused. “You look very cute when you blush, you know.”
Your soul left your body.
Kíli jogged past, dripping equally as much. “Look at them! They’re both broken!”
Fíli ignored him completely.
He offered you his hand.
“Come on,” he said gently. “Let me help you up.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
You took his hand.
And instantly regretted it— because his hand was big and warm and calloused and you had zero ability to be normal.
Fíli pulled you to your feet, keeping your hand in his a moment longer than necessary. His eyes sparkled with something soft. Something warm.
Something that made your knees weak.
“You sure you’re all right?” he asked softly.
You nodded quickly. “Yes. Yes. Completely. Totally. Fine.”
You absolutely were not fine.
You were drowning worse than you had in the river.
Fíli smiled — slow, knowing, devastating.
“Good,” he murmured. “Stay close, then.”
And with that, he turned to gather his weapons.
Leaving you standing there, face burning, boot dripping, heart racing like you’d just run the length of Erebor.
declan o’hara is such a man, he doesn’t even have to think about it. he holds open doors, picks up heavy things so his girl doesn’t have to, walks on the outer side of the sidewalk, keeps a hand on the small of her back, redirects the waiter to her first at every restaurant, always pours the drinks, always pays the tab, comes home with a small gift every single day just to show that she was on his brain while they were apart, eats pussy like it’s the first time his taste buds have ever worked, makes sure she always cums first, and then a few times after that. breakfast in bed, remembers her morning tea or coffee ritual, offers to iron her clothes for the day, sits patiently on the bed as she decides what she’s even gonna wear, never complains about her taking too long to get ready, compliments her when she finally appears in his line of sight. all without breaking a sweat. and that’s not even the half of it.
Content: if you have a sweet tooth, make sure you brush your teeth after this 😂, FLUFF, HEA
Previous chapter here BUT can be read as a standalone. You’ll just have some out of context things…
Chapter 12
Two years later
“Will you slow down!” You yell, laughter faint in your tone.
“No,” Natasha replies over her shoulder. “Because what do you mean you asked Bradley to be your maid of honor?”
“I DIDN’T!” You laugh. “I told him I was asking you and he took it upon himself to declare that he was taking your job.”
You and Jake had been dating for almost two years now, and were recently engaged. To say the excitement was at a high would be an understatement.
“Nat!” You laugh, still chasing her around Hard Deck. “Please, be my maid of honor!”
She abruptly stops, spinning around and almost causing you to run into her.
Natasha is pensive, her eyes thinning for a few beats—searching your eyes. Her chest rises and falls before her arms wrap around your neck, and she begins squealing.
Squealing.
“Yes!” She’s jumping now, up and down like an excited kid receiving a lollipop.
“What was that?” You chuckle. “Did you say yes?”
“I said YES!!!”
“Oh, because the way you screamed in my ear wasn’t loud enough for me to hear.”
She pushes you at arms length, grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t believe Bagman bagged you.”
You snort. “Barely .”
“I’m just glad to see you happy.” Her eyes begin to shimmer, the tears adding a sheen of warmth to her. “And I guess that he makes you happy.”
“I am happy,” you smile. “And he makes me happy.”
~*~*~*~
“Wait so what’s the timeline like again?” Bradley asks before taking his shot at the pool table.
“We want to be married in a few months,” Jake tells him.
“Why so soon?”
Jake’s silent, thinking of an excuse.
“Don’t tell me, y/n’s,” he leans in close, “pregnant.”
“No!” Jake laugh.
“Then what’s the rush?” Jake’s silent again, a blush creeping up his neck. Bradley’s eyes bug out of his head before he asks, “Are you pregnant?”
Sarcastically, Jake rolls his eyes and says, “Yes, Bradshaw. I’m pregnant.”
“I knew it.”
Jake didn’t realize he was nervous until he looked over to where you and Nat were running around. Literally. You were chasing her down and laughing.
He remembered the first time he laid eyes on you, so stoic and full of fear. Now, as he sees the woman you’ve become, he can’t help but smile. You’d blossomed into such a loving, confident, and secure person.
And not to brag (he totally is), but it was mostly because of him.
“I want to marry her as soon as possible because she’s the most perfect person in the world.” Jake sighs, turning back to Bradley. “And I want to start the rest of our lives as soon as possible.”
Bradley wipes at his eyes, dramatically fake-crying. “That was beautiful.”
“So?”
“So what?”
“Will you be my best man?”
Bradley scratches his chin, brows creasing, and lips puckering. “I have to think about it.”
“You have three seconds.”
“WHAT!?”
“Three.”
“That’s barely enough time to—”
“Two.”
“You’re gonna ask Javi if I say no, aren’t you?”
“Two and a half.”
“Fine. YES!”
Jake grins, pulling Bradley in for a rare hug—shocking Bob, Javi, and Bradley himself.
“Thank you,” Jake sighs.
“So what now? Do we kiss?” Bradley jokes.
“I don’t see why not,” you say from behind them.
Jake and Bradley push off one another, whirling to face you. You and Nat stand there, cat-like smirks on your lips, and hips pushed out to one side.
“I’m not kissing him, I swear.” Jake’s hands fly up in surrender.
“I don’t mind,” you tease. Winking at him before adding, Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Javi, Bob, and now the rest of the Dagger Squad ask, “YOU WHAT??”
~*~*~*~
A few months later
Planning the wedding was as meticulous as you’d imagine it. Jake being the biggest diva ever known to man. If there’s such thing as a bridezilla, he’d be a groomzilla.
“Not those flowers” this, and “This color is so ugly” that. Honestly, you were surprised the wedding was planned in one piece and that you didn’t loose any hair.
“I just want everything to be perfect for us, for you,” he had said.
Which of course made your heart SPUTTER. And you had to hand it to him, the wedding is beautiful.
Your favorite flowers are strewn all around the backyard venue. Fairy lights and lanterns illuminate all around the yard. Your color scheme? Maximally accurate. To top it all off, you were with people you knew and loved. Since you wanted something intimate, there are only twenty people in total at the wedding. Paired with the environment, you feel like you’ve been wrapped in the warmest, softest blanket ever.
Now, as you walk down the aisle, Jake’s eyes are pinned on you, taking in every inch of you and the dress you chose.
You look (and feel) hot, and you know it. The fabric hugs at your curves, your hair down and cascading around you like a halo. Natasha’s secret makeup skills came out to play, and she made you look even hotter than a super model.
Maverick stands as the officiant, smiling in his dress blues. When Natasha hands you off to Jake, she kisses your cheek with tears in her eyes.
“I’m so proud of you,” she whispers.
While Maverick goes on with the speech he prepared, you can’t help but reflect on the past few years with Jake.
He’s been everything you could’ve ever wanted. Patient, loving, kind. He was there for you during the tough times, nursed you back to the person you are now. For that, you’d spend the rest of your lives together thanking him—in many ways that you know he’d love ;)
Deep down, you knew he was always going to be the man for you, the one you would marry. You knew it even back then, deep down. And now that you stand before him, his hands holding yours, you feel it even deeper.
“Do you, y/f/n, take Jacob Seresin to be your husband?”
With a wide grin, you nod. “I do.”
“And do you, Jacob Seresin, take y/f/n to be your wife?”
“I do.”
Maverick smiles, looking between the two of you like a proud father. “Then I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now—”
Jake wastes no time, you’re in his arms within seconds and being kissed like you’ve never been kissed before.
The air around you stills, time stopping with it. The only thing you focus on is Jake’s body against yours, and his lips marking you as his—and vice versa.
He was yours and you were his. For forever.
You’d love Jake with every fiber, every bone in your body. It hits you suddenly.
Like a bullseye to the heart.
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A/N: OMFG this series took me so long to finish 😭 I almost don’t want it to end. I do appreciate and apologize to those of you who have been waiting for me to finish it. Life has a funny way of being itself and making things hard. So from the bottom of my heart: THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE.
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