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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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You drew the dagger from your coat. Fíli leaned in to appreciate the craftsmanship, his eyes tracing the intricate detailing on the hilt.
“This was made by my people,” you said quietly.
Fíli reached out but then hesitated. You noticed. Smiling, you tilted the hilt toward him in silent permission.
Across the fire, conversation dropped off mid-sentence. Balin’s brows lifted just a fraction. Someone, Ori perhaps, had let out a soft gasp. Thorin’s gaze flicked up from his map.
And Kíli? His hands were clasped tightly together, as if silently praying to Mahal.
“It’s… perfectly balanced,” Fíli murmured, “I’ve never held anything like it.”
You pulled its sheath from your coat, “To keep the blade close.”
Fíli nodded, still fixated on the dagger.
You stepped closer and gently shrugged open his coat to clip the sheath to the inner side.
Fíli froze.
Heat crept up his neck, cheeks reddening as realization hit him all at once. He looked up and saw the company watching in sheer anticipation.
Kíli looked like he was about to explode.
Fíli swallowed and leaned closer to you, lowering his voice. “I— ah, there’s something you should know.”
You followed his gaze, eyes flicking across the company’s expressions. “What’s going on?” you whispered.
His voice dipped, “In dwarven custom, gifts, especially weapons, are part of courting.”
Your eyes lifted slowly to meet his. A soft smile curved your lips. “Oh,” you murmured. “Is it?”
Fíli searched your face and found no surprise there. Understanding dawned in his eyes.
“I just wanted you to have something made with care” you said innocently, though your fingers lingered on the edge of his coat.
Across the fire, conversation resumed awkwardly as the company pretended not to be eavesdropping. A smile spread slowly across Fíli’s face.
The dagger rested against his heart and the meaning of it settled there too.
Mary may represent a quality in a person that doesn't feel like a protagonist a lot. I was conscious and excited and kind of proud to be a part of the project for that reason. It can speak to a lot of people who may not feel themselves be the leading role in their own life.
