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Kinda feel like setting up another Mag7 Week.........to take place in September? Perhaps?
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Second fic for mag7weekend, again for the “in another life” prompt but also kind of “be my valentine” although in the loosest interpretation of the prompt as possible.
Inspired by this fanart
Be Mine
The Jack Trilogy is at an end.
Let’s end on a Happy Note.
The meeting of Jack and Edith.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For the Mag7Weekend prompt, ‘Be mine, valentine’, inspired by @whereverigobillygoes‘ beautiful art.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Today is my birthday so to celebrate I am posting fic! ^^ And also it’s for mag7weekend. ;p This is the next installment of the speedating AU, for the prompt of “In another life”.
His heart aches sweetly for the thought that Billy has looked at the years and decades ahead, at the prospect of growing old, and decided that he wants them to do it together. Every time he thinks that he couldn’t possibly be more fortunate, Billy proves him wrong in the most unexpected of ways.
“Just…think about it,” Billy says.
Goody gives a low murmur of assent, nuzzling affectionately into Billy’s skin. “We’ll talk about it,” he promises softly. “We have time.”
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@mag7week weekend day 1: In Another Life
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Jack Horne: Wherever you are.
Set in a modern world, Jack celebrates Valentines with his dear wife.
Warning. It’s sad…and happy…mostly sad…
Jack Horne straightened his tie and looked at himself in the mirror. A sleek black suit and crisp white shirt that he kept for special occasions. The suit makes the man or so they say. He picked up a silver locket that sat on a little satin cushion on his bedside table. A little smile crept onto his face as his thumb rubbed the embossed floral print of the locket, his lips quivered as memories flooded back. Grasping the locket and closing his eyes to quell his aching heart, he placed the locket in the breast pocket of his suit and stealing one last look in the mirror he headed out.
“Woah! What’s this?” Faraday collared him as Jack was heading past the kitchen “do you have a date? Ah man! You’ve got a date on valentines? I don’t even have a date.” he huffed.
“Because you’re a jerk güero!” Came the voice of reason came from the kitchen. Jack laughed at them as he carried on out of the house. He would walk today. The weather was cool but the sun hung high in the sky which held off the chill. Jack casted his mind back to Joshua’s words.
“Yes..this is a date..isn’t it.” A soft but painful smile graced his face as he reached the florist. The bell pinged loudly as the older gentleman pushed open the glass door. The flourist greeted him with a cheery smile as she looked up from the customer she was currently assisting. Roses were the most common of flowers to bestow upon one’s most precious person. Jack gazed at the bright red roses and then shook his head.
She never was a fan of roses. Her favourites were-
“Blue Irises.” He spotted the little blue flowers huddled together in a pot.
“Is there anything I can help you with sir?”
“Yes please miss. I’d like a bouquet of blue irises, daisies, violets and forget-me-nots. Please.” The young lady stared at him a moment in disbelief before smiling,
“Of course sir, you’d be the first person today not after some roses.”
“My wife was never a fan.” He replied hiding back his sadness and remembering the first time he’d bought her flowers, he had remembered seeing irises in a vase on her windowsill and she had been so amazed that he had taken the time to recall that. “Blue Irises were her favourite.” The flourist stopped wrapping his flowers at his use of the past tense. “I’m sorry miss. I’m taking up all of your time and at such a busy time” she smiled and looked down at the flowers which told her how much this man loved his wife. The crinkling of tissue paper slowly came to an end as she tied around a blue satin ribbon to match.
“I can tell how much you love her. These flowers sing a song more romantic than ten dozen roses ever could.” She looked up at him as she passed him the bouquet her eyes welling up as she smiled, Jack could feel himself tearing up slightly but he waved it off.
“Thank you, that was kind of you to say.” He paid the young lady and wished her to have a lovely day and left the flower shop taking a moment to admire the blue and white flowers in his arms. Walking another twenty minutes he soon arrived at the gates of the cemetery. Looking up at those tall iron gates that seemed to tower over him.
Okay. This time. I can do it.
Passing through the gate he headed down the path taking a turn here and there until he stopped in front of a small stone angel with a marble plaque beneath it. Quickly he hid the bouquet behind his back.
Edith Horne, loving wife and mother…
“Hello my sweet” he smiled and knelt known in front of the grave. “I brought you gift..” Jack pulled the flowers out from behind him and smiled brightly “Do you like them? I got your…favourites…” he slowly trailed off as his eyes wandered down to the flowers. It was like this every time he visited. He laid the flowers down on the plaque, ‘Edith…” as that name left his lips he felt the cruel reminder that his kind and beautiful wife was gone. He sat quietly with his hands firmly resting on his knees. The tears rolled down his cheeks silently. When the grief finally set in Jack succumbed to it hanging his head low and began crying loudly. “I am sorry for leaving you alone for so long…” he choked through his sadness “The lord still keeps me here..I’m looking after some young spirits..A feisty bunch they are…Nothing like our flock..I hope they’re looking after you up there, Edith dear.” Jack found himself rambling on like a fool. “These flowers. Tell a story you know. About how much I love you and no matter where you are now my love for you is as unchanging as the sea and endless like the universe. There is no one in this world that could take your place in my heart. I will never forget you and all the memories we shared together. Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world. Happy Valentines my angel.” Jack rubbed the tears from his eyes and looked up at the clear blue sky “I miss you Edith.”
It had started with a cheesy Valentines Card a few days before the 14th itself
“What’s this? Isn’t it still a little early?” Rose asked when Red handed her the card, it was pink and gaudy and covered in glitter and read ‘be mine, valentine’
“Just open it”
Rose did as instructed and when recounting the story later will omit the shrill scream she let out, something akin to a tea kettle left on a stove. Inside the card were two first class tickets to Paris leaving on the 14th
“Paris!”
“I know you’ve always wanted to visit, and what better time?” Red grinned, if ever a man looked entirely pleased with himself it was the Comanche and with very good reason,
“Have I ever mentioned that I love you?” Rose asked with a broad smile, Paris for Valentine’s Day with the man she loved. What more could a girl ask for.
The rest of the day was spent in preparation to leave, Rose needed to pack and Red had to remind her they were only going to Paris for a week not to live, also they had a weight allowance for cabin baggage and only one carry on each
“That’s barbaric! What am I supposed to do with my handbag?”
“You could carry a backpack, that’s what I’m doing” as soon as red said it he knew the suggestion would be scoffed at, his backpack would be big enough to carry anything Rose needed that wouldn’t fit in her purse. At dinner that evening neither of them said anything about their trip, Rose felt bad when it seemed as though Eliza would be working the late shift in the hospital and Josh would have to cancel their dinner plans and Cass seemingly had forgotten all about the romantic nature of the date and stared blankly at Billy when he suggested going out. It was too cruel to mention their romantic getaway but Rose would tell Goody and Jack at least.
Red and Rose stayed in a hotel the night before they left for Paris. Red suggested it as a start to their vacation and part of their romantic getaway though he would admit later to having ulterior motives, if they stayed at a hotel then Rose couldn’t spend an hour the next morning fussing over what to wear. It was only when they were getting ready to board that Rose finally bit the bullet and told Cass and by extension everyone else
‘Going to Paris for a week. See you later!’
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Cass was working when her phone buzzed, taking her phone from her pocket the blonde scoffed. She knew Rose was up to something, at least now she wouldn’t have to deal with Red and Rose being the most sickening couple in the world on valentines which she’d been trying to forget about until the redhead brought it up over dinner. Still cass did feel bad for Billy, he obviously wanted to plan something but she just didn’t want a fuss made, it was just another day no need to be so concerned. The job was an easy one and cass was home within a few hours of leaving,
Billy was still in the pent making dinner when cass returned,
“Welcome home”
“That smells good” Cass peered over Billy’s shoulder at the food in the bowl,
“They’re just Dumplings. There is more in the oven I figured you’d be hungry”
“But they’re your dumplings but me get changed and we can eat everything together”
Cass stood on tiptoe a little to kiss Billy on the cheek before heading off towards the bedroom with Archimedes following. Cass chucked off her shirt jacket and vest followed by the rest of her form fitting suit, it was a job for Casper so she’d had to suit up before heading out, archie shut his eyes as his mistress took off the tight sports bra in favour of one of Billy’s jumpers and pyjama bottoms,
“Good boy” Cass rubbed behind the little dog’s ears and he panted happily and wagged his tail, “why can’t Billy just be happy with this? Dinner at home with just us?”
Archimedes whined in response, he never liked it when Cass and Billy were fighting or worried, in support the corgi licked the blonde’s hand and barked happily when she laughed
“What would I do without you?” Cass sighed and pushed herself up off the bed, “come on, we need to talk to Billy”
Archie padded out into the kitchen after cass and flopped under the table as Cass sat on the counter to taste Billy’s cooking, “it’s so good”
“Well then i’ll make it for tomorrow” Billy replied without taking his eyes off the food
“I thought you wanted to go out?”
“You don’t, so we’ll stay in”
Cass frowned, sometimes it was so hard to read Billy, he was so reserved that she didn’t always know what he was thinking and this was one of those times,
“Billy - ” Cass began but Billy cut her off,
“It’s fine, I promise. I just thought it would be nice for a change but I know you’re not the type to eat in restaurants when we can eat at home”
“It’s not that, I just don’t see the point of showing someone you love them by taking them to a place with other people, in another life maybe I could be that person but not this one. I love you and I love spending time with you like this, just us”
Billy smiled fondly at Cass and offered her some more of the dumplings he was preparing which the Brit took happily,
“Anything else you’d like tomorrow? I already have a cake” Billy asked
It was Cass’ turn to surprise Billy and she leans across the counter and kissed him deeply wrapping her arms around his neck,
“I have all I need right here”