WILD THOUGHTS

her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted to be, so she grew up to be the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading wolves.

[wtfbridget]

OLLIE GREENE.

blaze ran off to the kitchen to grab his mother’s purse, while toby and lia raced to the car. “i think you should work on what you call a whisper, darling.” he rolled his eyes, grabbing the suv keys from a hook. “fuck school, honestly. you can take rest of the day off.” he told dessa, who had a huge grin on her face. “i didn’t even listen during my classes, skipped a lot and fu—had so much fun and look where it got me.” he tips his head at bridget, before tossing the car keys to dessa. “you’re driving.” they climbed inside the vehicle, dessa in the driver seat, lia in shotgun after having to battle it out with toby who was very persistent for the spot, toby settled to sit in the back with blaze. they drove the kids off to their respective schools and went straight to the clinic.

“it wasn’t meant to be a decent whisper, it’s called stage whispering dumbass,” bridget shot a shit-eating grin at ollie before landing a heavy slap on his chest for cursing so blatantly around the younger kids. “what your father means is that he wasn’t the greatest student, and he didn’t learn much when he was studying at oxford but he did meet me, a very intelligent and beautiful woman, he’s trying to tell you to be like your mama,” she smirked and nodded at ollie while dess snorted. “you’d want to hope if she gets pulled over they’re one of yours, she doesn’t have a permit ollie, she’s fifteen,” bridget sighed but made no attempt to stop her eldest from taking the wheel.

she leant onto ollie for the majority for of the drive, sleepy from their activities the night before, they were both insatiable. “help me out of the car you two, i’m fat, grumpy and i want to see my babies.”

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OLLIE GREENE.

“there is no reason bridget, but if that is what you want to believe i have no intention of stopping you.” he kept a straight face as he was yanked down to ear level. “now will you stop scolding me as if i’m a child or do i have to teach you a lesson right now?” he grabbed her wrist with slight force. not a moment later he lets go putting up a faux smile, a lot of eyes were watching inconspicuously, making notes of every move they made, taking pictures and all that shit. he preferred the days when he could walk freely without cameras following behind him, yet he would endure all that to be by her side. bridget was still part of the royal family and no matter how much ollivander loathed the lot of them, he didn’t want to others to think that there was trouble in paradise just because of a petty fight they were currently having. “and if i were hypothetically keeping something from you, know that i don’t like it and i only do this for your own safety.”

“you’re a fucking liar ollivander, i watched your jaw clench harder you prick!” her voice was low but her words scathing, it looked like a lover’s embrace, only getting within less than a metre of them would reveal that they were having an argument, and bridget had no itention of letting this carry on for strangers to hear. “punish me all you want for your fuck ups, what’s new?” she let go of him and stepped back, putting far too much distance between them for newlyweds but right now she didn’t feel like a newlywed. “well that just confirms it then, you’re an idiot honestly. you say my safety like i can’t protect myself, like you couldn’t protect me if it came down to it. don’t hide this shit from me, don’t treat me like i’m some fucking dumb child, i’m a grown woman and i can and will make my own decisions.” she stood tall and firm, bringing out her final threat - one she desparately hoped he wouldn’t let her make good on. “tell me what’s going on ollie, or i swear to god i will check my bags into the next flight back to heathrow and you will not hear from me again. you promised no secrets, you don’t get to reneg on that when and if it suits you best.”

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OLLIE GREENE.

“will do ma’am.” he playfully salutes, climbing over her body to get to his side of the bed. he slid in the blanket, scooted over closer to bridget and trapped her in his arms. “go to sleep, my love.” he yawned, stretching his neck softly. it was only afternoon but he still had a bit of jet lag and his timezone was readjusting itself once again.

she’d been out like a light the minute he’d wrapped her in his arms, there was nothing that felt more secure than the warm circle of ollivander’s arms. arising slowly she began to trace her index finger across his face and chest, her own chest feeling tight as she watched him sleep on, guilt-ridden over something she knew couldn’t be helped. “i wanted nothing more than to see you be a father, i’m sorry it didn’t happen. you deserve better,” bridget mumbled into his chest, careful to not disturb his sleep.

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OLLIE GREENE.

“lovely things? pft. lies,” he scoffed. “you and i both know you prefer naughty things, though i will say i can’t live without you because at least that’s true.” he propped her on the desk, picking specs of dried paint off of her hair. “hm, that does sound lovely but, i don’t want to impose or delay your work. i can wait. i am a very patient person.” trailing down her shirt—his shirt—he noticed the paint splashed on it. “no wonder i keep losing my clothes. can’t you use your own clothes for once? i’m running out and i don’t really enjoy shopping.” he flicked her forehead lightly, chuckling.

“can’t a woman like to hear lovely things and deliciously naughty things too? i like a man who can stimulate both my heart and my pussy,” she purred. her hands slipped up his shirt once she was situated on her desk, hitching her legs around him and pulling him to her. “and if i want to delay it so i can see the world with my fiancé? i want nothing more than to see the world with you ollie, to wake up in paris and see the louvre with you, to go unnoticed at quaint little markets in bali and skinny dip in santorini, so lets go!” she removed her hands from underneath the shirt she wore, pulling the one he wore straight over her head, raising her brows at him, challenging him. “you can have it back. and i’ll go shopping for you, i like wearing your shirts. they smell almost as delectable as their owner.”

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OLLIE GREENE.

“i could just skip work tomorrow. it’s not like they actually need me to check up on them everyday. the only exception is for important matters like, getting busted, someone dying, some shit like that.” he shrugs his shoulders. “so i’m all yours—and so are my siblings who absolutely adore you. they cleared their schedules as soon as i told them i got you home.” his eyes rolled in good manner. it seems as though he wasn’t the only greene completely enamoured with her. “it’s settled then? i skip work tomorrow and i can help you go gallery intern hunting tomorrow.” he had no doubt that she would find an internship in no time, she was royalty after all. the car stopped in front of their apartment. “home sweet home.” he sighed, retracting his hand from hers, climbing out of the car to open her door, but he was already beaten by his squealing younger sisters who were practically pulling bridget out of the car. “hey, hey. that’s precious cargo.” he chuckled and proceeded to get the bags instead.

“but what’s the fun with staying home all day tomorrow when we can go out and everyone can see how thoughroughly wrecked we are?” she joked, though him helping her intern hunt seemed incredibly enticing too. “i’m sure our own schedules will be full with lunch and dinner and all sorts once your sisters get a hold of me, not that i’m complaining. not when i get to come home to you now.” bridget squealed as she was pulled from the car by mickey and kenna, embracing both of them while kenz jumped in too, it made her feel great to be so warmly welcomed. “uh, when did you all get so grown up? this isn’t okay! you’re making ollivander look old! mack, how do you feel about an older woman?” she tossed the youngest greene a wink before chuckling and wrapping him in a hug. “alright, who’s going to show me inside my new home, hm? i think that sexy bellboy back there has got the important bags handled.”

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OLLIE GREENE.

“mack can do that once he gets home.” he fanned his hand dismissively. he looks down on her as if she was being ridiculous. “i like dealing with you, so don’t be sorry.” he smiles, ruffling the top of her head. “hold on.” he carried her by her thighs and went to the room, where he laid her gently on her side, pulling a blanket over her and tucking it under her chin like a child.

“okay,” she responded weakly, wrapping her hands back in his shirt as he liefted her and carried her back to their bedroom. she settled back into the covers still trying to grab onto him. “you come under too, please? just... hold me.” 

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OLLIE GREENE.

“she moved back to her home country the second i broke up with her. her dad didn’t really approve of me and was pestering for her to go home the whole duration of our relationship. the only reason she stayed in new york was me… so when we broke up… she really had no reason to stay.” he explained further. “besides, i have no doubt that you can handle a measly cat fight.” he smirked at her, slipping his hand under hers, intertwining them. no one could handle ollie the way bridget did, he was petty in her hands. “the cartel is doing just fine, though we still need a new business for a front since dad died.” he shrugged his shoulders, watching her look out the window. “as for mack and the girls, you can ask them yourself. they’re waiting for you back at my place.”

"hm, pity. you know how i love to stake my claim on you," she leaned across to run her fingernail down his neck and across his adam's apple. "i can't promise you'll not be sent off to work tomorrow completely covered in love bites and entirely exhausted." bridget grinned across at him and squeezed his hand tightly, “i could take you in a cat fight, let alone some girl you’d been screwing.” her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out to check, finding a text from her father, to her shock he detailed how he already missed her and how he and mummy were already planning a visit, she felt her heart soar. “i’m sure you’ll come up with something, i can help, i’ve got nothing else to do. i might look and see if a gallery is looking for an intern or something like that.” squealing she almost jumped, she always loved his younger siblings, always making a point to seek them out when she visited new york. “they are? baby!”

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OLLIE GREENE.

“would you love me less if i said yes?” he placed a finger under her chin, lifting it up further. “hmm, alright. only because kitten asked oh-so kindly.” he leaned down to give her a kiss, smiling as their lips made contact. “i can have michael work on our schedule. i don’t pay them handsome amounts of money to let me do that kind of labor.” he pulls back. “is that assurance enough for you?”

“mm probably not but i do love to hear you tell me lovely things, at least tell me how you never want to live without me,” she teased with a smirk. bridget giggled gleefully and she felt his lips pull into a smile against her own, it’d been a chaotic thirty-six hours but she felt solid in the fact that he wanted her, wanted to marry her and that she was going to be mrs. ollivander greene, how surreal. “exorbitant pay packets aside... i could push back the opening of the gallery if you want to go travelling? i’m up for whatever you want to do my love, besides we could scout for art as we travel.”

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OLLIE GREENE.

he couldn’t help but blame himself for her sadness. he had the most faults in this. “hush, i won’t leave you okay? i promise. understand sweetie?” he cooed, pushing away so that he could see her face. he bent down so he matched her height. “how does an afternoon nap sound?” he wiped away her tears with his thumbs, gently grazing her skin.

she nodded slowly, trying to stem her tears as they constantly flowed, he wasn't leaving her. "yeah, just make sure you put the soup away, don't wanna waste it." she looked into his eyes, bottom lip quivering, “i’m sorry you have to deal with me like this. i love you very much.”

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OLLIE GREENE.

“here goes nothing…” he took a deep breath. how—where does he start to begin the whirlwind of events during her absence. “so, when i-uhm went back here in new york. i spiralled back to my old habits, street racing, fight clubs, drugs on the side, getting wasted every night, girls here and there, blah blah blah, all the while taking care of the cartel and all that crazy shit. fast forward five months, i rekindled with an ex and things we’re going so great, she was fantastic, totally housewife material. we were provably rushing from all the time we lost, so i moved into her place and we got engaged.” he shrugged his shoulders, looking back at the nostalgic memories. “it was fun while it lasted. she made me quit my bad habits and tried to teach me good ones. she thought she could handle me but she couldn’t…” he paused, staring at nothing absent minded. “that’s about the whole thing summarised.”

she knew full well he’d been well off the rails, tavia had reluctantly kept her semi-updated, she definitely neglected to tell her that he’d gotten engaged and moved in with another woman. it was probably for the best though because the only thing preventing bridget from losing all her shit was the fact that he’d come for her not this other woman, he’d gone all the way to oxford and gotten her because he loved her and wanted to be with her. “and she’s gone? out of the picture?” she reached out, placing her hand on his thigh and stroking gently. “and did she take the split well? just wondering how safe it’ll be to walk down the street holding your hand. she might not be able to handle you but i know i can so lets not worry about that,” she chuckled lightly, watching the city grow bigger out the window. “and everything else? the cartel, mack, the girls? what am i in for? fill me in, prep me for being a mob boss’s girlfriend.”

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OLLIE GREENE.

he embraced her and pulled back just as fast. “i want to make it up to you, somehow…” he hummed, thinking of something. “how about a picnic? in paris? then we can have dinner in venice? how does breakfast im bali sound? we could go to that art market while we’re there too!” he added enthusiastically, holding both her hands, waiting for her reply.

"are you just wooing me with travel to get out of saying sappy lovely things?" she placed her hand on his neck, admiring just how well her ring looked on finger against his skin. "how about, we go wherever you would like to go, my love, but you work out our schedules first before you jump the gun?" her thumb rubbed gentle circles on his skin as she pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose and then cheek. "now can you shut up and kiss your fiancèe please?"

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OLLIE GREENE.

it was such a rare case to see bridget like this, and while it was nice to see that she was actually capable of such fragility, it broke him, knowing he had a significant role in her inconsolable state. “i won’t, i won’t.” he rushed to her side, enclasping her in an embrace. “i’m not leaving you. never. okay?” he caressed the nape of her neck.

her hands tangled in his shirt, erasing every inch of space between them as she shook in his arms. “you can’t ollie, you have to promise me! i have nightmares, i wake up in cold sweats i-i, i need you, i don’t want to sleep without you, i can’t.” her shaking quickly turned to sobbing as she clutched onto him for dear life.

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OLLIE GREENE.

“i actually prefer you in blankets. though, i’m not ready to let to showcase that sight to the world just yet. i’m far too selfish.” he nuzzles his nose into her, taking in her scent before pulling back. “i promise. i don’t wanna hide anything from you.”

“i just prefer to see you completely naked, love it when you get your kit off,” she chuckled. “then don’t, don’t wrap me in cotton wool ollie, i’m a big girl. and i’m not going to leave you, not for anything.”

bridget settled into the passenger seat of the car, both nervous and slightly excited to hear everything she’d missed out on. she wanted to hear about every second of his life she wasn’t a part of, but it was whether he truly was willing to share all of that with her, a fact she doubted. “just rip off the plaster ollivander. i told you everything.”

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OLLIE GREENE.

he caught the ring. proposing three times in a row within twenty fours hours must be a record for anyone. especially him who never would’ve thought he’d get down on his knees, ever. he walked over behind her desk, spinning her chair to face him. “should i pull out my wedding vows as well?” chuckling, he got down on one knee, grabbed her hand and slid the ring on her finger. “marry me… for the third time?”

“if that’s what it takes for you to prove yourself,” she spoke, her tone clipped. she loves him, god knows she does and she knew he loved her, but he certainly had a funny way of showing it sometimes. “what no heartfelt speech?” bridget teased, pulling him up off his chafed knees. “yes. you know it’s a yes.”

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OLLIE GREENE.

he was a little surprised to find bridget beside him, much less hands around him. one minute she was sitting, talking to someone on the phone, the next minute she stood next to him. “your royal highness.” he curtsied sloppily, as did the rest of the cabin crew members he was with. “i’m an old friend of oliver’s dad. i was telling ollie here how lucky he is and if he weren’t married, i could introduce him to some of the stewardesses. lord knows it isn’t his first time—“ ollie gave him a look and shook his head lightly, enough not to raise bridget’s suspicion. the pilot coughed and checked the time on his wrist that had no watch. “would you look at the time?! i’ve—we’ve got to get going! we’ll miss our flight. it was really such an honor to meet you.” he laughed nervously, nodding his head as he sped off and the rest of his crew. “so, who were you talking on the phone with?” he turned his head, to change the topic.

she nodded at them as they curtsied, masking a giggle, men certainly didn’t curtsy but they were americans so she supposed it was best not to antagonise them over something they were never taught. “oh a friend of sebastian’s, interesting,” she was trying so hard to not come across as a snob but god they were making it hard on her, her dead father-in-law was not a good man, any friend of his was not held in high esteem in her mind. “isn’t his first time fucking a stewardess in an airport or plane bathroom? i’m a princess not a nun, and i’m far from oblivious about ollivander’s... proclivities. though he won’t be doing that today, not with a stewardess at least.” bridget waved him off with a tight, sarcastic smile, only keeping her arm around him for the sake of keeping face in case his friends decided to make a return. “my mother. i feel much better now,” she brushed his hair back with her fingers, stroking his hair lightly before weaving a chunk in her grasp and pulling his ear to her lips. “are you going to tell me what is going on ollivander, the reason you’ve deemed it appropriate to treat you wife like garbage? i’ll find out one way or another sweetheart.”

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OLLIE GREENE.

he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing circles into her skin, grazing the bite mark he depressed into her skin. pressing delicate kisses on the crown of her head. “i will,” he promised. “when we land, i swear. first, you should get dressed.” he lifted her head up. “please don’t get mad. it’s not even an entertaining story anyway. it’s dumb really.”

bridget shuddered as his fingers found the already darkening mark he'd placed on her skin, leaning further into his body. "are you trying to tell me they won't land this plane while their princess is naked?" she joked. she stood and pulled her clothing on, brushing her hair to the side and settling back onto his lap easily brushing of his request to not get mad, she could make no such promises. "promise me you're actually going to tell me everything? in the car."

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OLLIE GREENE.

“why does nobody believe me when i tell that story? i absolutely did not fuck a single soul for a year. i swear!” he laughed. “… okay, maybe i didn’t stick my prick in ‘em, but that deserves some recognition! it’s progress!” he pressed the matter in a comical fashion, if only to make bridget laugh. he grabbed her shoulders and pushed himself away from her, at least an arm’s distance. “can we not talk about what turns either of us on? especially since…. you know… your current disinterest in sex. maybe we should sleep in different rooms.” he lets her go, managing to move over to a safer distance. “it’s settled. i’ll sleep on the couch starting today, yes?”

"because we know you," she spoke, completely deadpan. her face lit up when he admitted it, completely triumphant, "see! i was right, i'm always right." she felt his absence almost immediately, she trusted him and his ability to abstain from having sex with her for now, he wasn't the type to force himself onto her at any point, and she needed him in bed with her, to hold her, so much so that the thought of him sleeping elsewhere made her jittery and tearful. "no no no, you can't... i need you with me, don't leave me!" bridge whimpered, panicked.