Bee

Been up all night, and my brain decided to churn out some fanfics :>

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When John and his wife decided to get married, he didnt have the rank or the money that he had now. He was a private, making shit pay and she worked at a little book store raking in just enough to cover the bus fee it took her to get there.

So when it was time to get her a dress, they both knew that the bridal shops were not an option. But he still took her, watched her face with each one that she put on. Each one they couldn't afford. And then they got to a certain dress.

She stepped out and John's jaw dropped, she looked stunning. He watched her face split into a beautiful smile when she saw herself. Something that looked like the sun after a tornado, or the smoke clearing after a firefight. It made his stomach do something funny.

"This is made by a local designer." The sales lady says as she tugs at the silk and fixes the veil they've put on her head. "£1,200.00 is what we're asking. Which is really a steal for a piece like this." He watched her face fall and he knew he had to get the money.

"I'll get the dress." He promises her when they get back into the car. She looks over with a soft, almost broken look.

"No, it's okay." She insists with a smile, but it doesnt quite reach her eyes like when she had on the dress. "I can get one from the thrift." God, she was so sweet, too sweet sometimes for her own good.

John works his ass into the dirt, taking risky missions and working long hours. Most days he didnt even see her unless it was when he was crawling into bed and she's already asleep. Every long night, every bruise, scrape and scar put him closer to that fucking dress and that smile.

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"Is is a puppy?" She asked when he handed her the flat white box.

"If it's been ran over."

"Fair point." She murmurs as she lifts the lid and stares at the dress neatly tucked away in it. He can see it, the shock, the almost guilt realizing why he's been away so much. Her throat bobs as tears swell in her lash line and he immediately wraps his arms around her smushing the dress between them.

"Why are you crying, lovie?" He murmurs into the crown of her hair as he rubs at her back feeling the shudders in her shoulders. It takes her a minute to answer.

"You took all those extra hours for me. Got shot at for me. I feel like I don't deserve it." She blubbers into his chest. He tuts softly against her hair.

"Getting shot at is my job." He whispers low and soft "And you have never looked more beautiful than you did in that dress, how could I not get it for you?

"But John-" She insists

"Don't but John me, I'd steal the fucking Mona Lisa if you asked me too." He chuckles softly "Now go try it on." He pushes her away gently with a swat at her ass.

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The way I need to write more about John and his wife.

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John and Nikolai - one more time

I'm in my bed

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame

but the drink in my wandering hands - Falling. Harry Styles

John sobbed low, his forehead stained by the dirt pressed against the top of Nikolay's cold head. The man didn't know how to react, the pain in his chest — in his throat, the tears burned like pepper in his tired eyes. He grunted rocking the Russian in his arms like a mother cradles her own child, he had already lost so many men, so many brothers, so many — sons.

But losing Nikolay was different, losing his husband without one last opportunity to say he loves him was as painful as pulling out his own nails with pliers.

— Пожалуйста — John whispered in Russian between two sobs, he looked at the sky red from the end of the day — from the end of the war — Just one more time.

Nick didn't move or breathe, didn't laugh, didn't cry and much less called for John. John rocked him again, cradling the robust man, cradling his own heart.

John grunted without letting go of Nick, he felt his consciousness drifting away, felt his own skin tingle, his teeth become rough. He felt the years of war digging into him internally. He screamed, loud hoarse, mad.

A cry of vengeance, a cry of promise — he would find the one responsible for Nikolay's death and when that happened, he wouldn't be the only one to cry.

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John and Nikolai - one more time

I'm in my bed

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame

but the drink in my wandering hands - Falling. Harry Styles

John sobbed low, his forehead stained by the dirt pressed against the top of Nikolay's cold head. The man didn't know how to react, the pain in his chest — in his throat, the tears burned like pepper in his tired eyes. He grunted rocking the Russian in his arms like a mother cradles her own child, he had already lost so many men, so many brothers, so many — sons.

But losing Nikolay was different, losing his husband without one last opportunity to say he loves him was as painful as pulling out his own nails with pliers.

— Пожалуйста — John whispered in Russian between two sobs, he looked at the sky red from the end of the day — from the end of the war — Just one more time.

Nick didn't move or breathe, didn't laugh, didn't cry and much less called for John. John rocked him again, cradling the robust man, cradling his own heart.

John grunted without letting go of Nick, he felt his consciousness drifting away, felt his own skin tingle, his teeth become rough. He felt the years of war digging into him internally. He screamed, loud hoarse, mad.

A cry of vengeance, a cry of promise — he would find the one responsible for Nikolay's death and when that happened, he wouldn't be the only one to cry.

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John Price - Those Eyes

Part 1 of ?

"Across skies and seas I walked I saw a poet and I saw a king Hoping to know what love is" - O velho e a flor

"A large black coffee," John ordered. He didn't smile or even give a pleasant look to the attendant. He was tired, fuck Laswell, five months on a mission was fucking hell. His fridge was rotten, and the fruit on the table had turned to goo. Damn, he was tired.

"That'll be 3 pounds, sir," the cashier said, and John paid without even bothering to thank her when she asked him to wait.

It took about 10 minutes for the coffee to be ready. The coffee shop was full, and the black-haired barista was rushing like crazy between the coffee machines, making at least two coffees a minute. And then she called John's name: the take-away coffee accompanied by a small cake.

"I didn't order the cake," he said, looking at the dark chocolate cupcake without frosting. It reminded him of something, but he didn't know what the fuck it was.

"It's a gift for the wait, sir." He looked up, and damn it, 20 years of history hit him like a punch to the gut. Those deep-blue eyes like blueberries, big and, even tired, they managed to be joyful.

"Anna?" he murmured, leaning against the counter as the girl took a step back "Anna Camper."

"My mother" the girl said, startled.

Mother? Fuck, what the hell did she mean, mother?! But what did he expect? Did he expect the love of his life to be out there waiting for him to retire so they could finally be together? Did he expect her to have entered celibacy like he did and they would never meet again?! Fuck what he expected, but he didn't expect to find a teenager with the same eyes he fell in love with at 20 years old.

"Sir, are you alright?" July asked, startled. After all, it wasn't every day a 40-year-old guy in uniform appeared and called you by your mother's name.

John remained there, still, staring at the girl as if he could somehow go back in time just by looking at her.

"July? Babe, there are two more coffees and-John?"

First time posting something like this on Tumblr! I always wish the snippets here had more continuity, 'cause I'm hooked on your writing. So, I might post more later, we'll see! Kisses on your foreheads! - Bee

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