#celeste serrano

[warningsine]

[pebblysand]

Three Sentence Fic - TGW/Silk - Will/Celeste - Will/Alicia - ‘Love’

A/N: I’m not going to be able to update Martha this weekend (running late, sorry ^^) so I’m putting this out instead. This is a little crossover thing-y that found its way into a scene in chapter 5 and I thought I’d explore it on Will and TGW’s side. I wrote it and then sent it to Orbythesea who said she liked it, so I thought what the heck, let’s make it this weekend’s little treat! I hope you like it! (Also, the words Will quotes are from one of her fics, Vices, if you haven’t read it, go check it out!). 

There’s actually a follow-up written from Martha’s POV (Blondie in this, for TGW people who don’t know wtf I’m going on about), which I’ll upload here tomorrow! 

Of course, if you have fics prompts, feel free to send them my way, I need to distract myself from the fucking novel I’m writing :D. 

Happy Saturday!

i.

"You're moping,"

"I'm not,"

It's a little after eleven when they settle into yet another crowded bar in central London, immediately heading up to the counter to get their drinks (wine for Celeste, beer for him); they're here on firm business (a client - something, - he can't remember, doesn't really care) and all he knows is that he's so hungry and exhausted (and jet lagged, and hungover), that he thinks he might as well sit on a stool while they wait for their order, locates a free one next to a cute twenty-something who's ordering four different kinds of pints at once (he calls her Blondie, in his head), squeezes in between her and the corner of the bar ready to hop on his seat, Celeste barely fitting by his side -

"You can go try to find somewhere better to sit," he offers, because he's not a dick but kind of wants her to go away -

Celeste ignores him, as per usual (she ignored him yesterday when he reminded her that he was broke, and yet again last night when he said she really shouldn't do another line - of course, he turned out to be right: she predictably crashed in the early hours of the morning and they ended up missing their plane), but he thinks her reaction to his three little words this afternoon might have been worse, actually, figures he'd rather be friendly ignored than friendly mocked -

"What do you know about love, anyway?" Celeste asks, watching him as he finally hops on his stool, his arm over the counter; Blondie's drinks arrive, filled to the rim, a bit of alcohol escapes onto his shirt - he doesn't acknowledge it, keeps his focus on Celeste, because actually yeah, he knows a thing or two about -

"It's apparently like wanting to see someone else open a Christmas present more than you want to open your own," he quotes Alicia from memory, making a point to look her in the eye as he does it, making a point to himself, too. And yeah, okay, maybe he actually is kind of a dick, but he's definitely felt that about someone before (even if it might not be her) and they've been on and off for a couple of years, now, plus she'd just given him a blowjob as an apology for missing the plane so it felt sort of right, in a way, at least -

Celeste laughs, again, like that's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard, but he's too exhausted to really defend himself. Her attention span is pretty much ridiculous, anyway, so her mind is already gone somewhere else, her gaze falling onto a spot over his shoulder - onto Blondie, he realizes as he shifts around, catches her staring at him before she averts her eyes, pocketing her change and glancing out to a tall, blond guy who smiles largely at her, standing next to another table filled with people - ‘Blondies,’ he corrects.

She sighs the shortest of sighs before she returns the guy's smile (he only sees it on her features because she's so close, her lips painted a very bright shade of red) and squeezes out of her spot carrying the four pints between her fingers with unmatched expertise and: "Sorry," she apologizes in that British, not-so-apologetic tone of hers, and he's not sure what she's not-so-sorry for, exactly (pushing past them, spilling drinks on him, staring) but somehow, he realizes that's exactly what he'd like to say to Celeste, right now: sorry I said something I'm not sure I mean, he thinks, and wants to take it back, except yeah, if there's one thing he's actually learned from Alicia, it's that 'I love you' is not the kind of thing you can ever take back.

Thanks very much for reading!

[warningsine]

[vegasdarcy]

Lisa Edelstein  as Celeste Serrano.

[pebblysand]

cursedandcharmed prompted Celeste/Will: Addiction

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She lines up coke on the windowsill with the help of her debit card after she gives him a blowjob in one of the stalls in the unisex bathroom at their favorite hangout and, 'want some?' she asks, because she doesn't know him that well, yet, (and maybe he doesn't know himself that well); there might be a split second, before he shakes his head, where the money and the adrenaline that drive his guts now, that feeling of invincibility, they make him hesitate.

  His weakness, it rests somewhere between the poker table and that red dress that tightens around her breasts every time she breathes in, reveals inch after inch of skin all the way up her thigh - he wants to believe that she saves him, that night, when everything falls apart and he's broke and homeless and done; he almost leaves, almost, but she whispers 'stay,' low in his ear with her hand running through his hair, and says 'don't leave' like it means don't leave me, like vulnerability;

  memories are sneaky, sneaky things and he's thrown back to that time when he mustered up the courage to say I love you to her face: it was months after she first said it, really, but that wasn't the point; April 11th five years later suddenly made everything tangible and true, reminded him of how he’d fucked up the last chance he’d got at something meaningful and didn't want to make the same mistake again; Celeste was - is - beautiful, blue eyes open wide set on his, 'you don't have to say it if you don't mean it,' she told him, dismissively and -

  'but I do,'

  even then, looking back, it wasn’t love as much as a need for survival: vulnerability (again and again), comfort, a fucked up sense of security rooted in co-dependency: where would he be, without her, exactly?

  Obviously, that’s where and how and why they crash, ultimately;

  their undoing isn't love, or poker, or cocaine, it's his addiction to the game they're playing and the moment when he figures out the rules:

  she's high, two months later, screaming in the dark of a tiny, tiny shithole of a street; he takes his phone out of his pocket to call the cops, do something, anything, because there's a guy who got fucking shot dead a hundred yards from where they were standing, oblivious, making out and they were lucky, they were fucking lucky, but -

  he'd always heard that no one else could decide for you, that there had to be something, something that happened that was so big that it drove you to drag yourself up off the ground, say stop and never look back;

  it wasn’t the money, it wasn’t getting fired, it was this, for him: it came in the form of someone he didn't know lying dead on the floor somewhere in Baltimore and Celeste screaming that he couldn't do the right thing;

  he didn't, do the right thing, that is: it's not noble nor brave but he didn't call, he brought her home and lulled her to sleep,

  left, saved himself.

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Thanks very much for reading!

[askwillgardner]

Do you think that your old girlfriends talk about you at your funeral? (Tammy, Isabel, Celeste, Laura, Giada)

You mean “talked about me” as in “gave a eulogy?” I doubt it, although Celeste always had a flair for drama, so it’s possible she said something. Possibly lovely. Likely off the mark, though. I was considerably different when she knew me.

[selena-soto]

[imlovespent]

One-shot, spoilers for 3x04 and 3x05. Celeste is intriguing, Alicia is receptive. Was it all about Will since they first met? Alicia/Celeste

A/N: Figured you missed it. I can't stop myself from shipping them.