FIC: Lost Without You (BB/OB)(28/30)
Title: Lost Without You (28/30)
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1000
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12| Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15| Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18| Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21| Chapter 22| Chapter 23| Chapter 24| Chapter 25| Chapter 26| Chapter 27|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Orlando stood in front of his lover quietly, nervous himself, watching Billy slowly unraveling as they waited. His fingers plucking nervously at the air as he unconsciously fidgeted made them both more nervous than they needed to be. Moving directly in front of him, Orlando decided it was time to put them both out of their misery.
His long fingers smoothed the knot in Billy’s tartan scarf before he settled both hands flat against the smaller man’s chest. The staccato racing beat of Billy’s heart pounded against his palms. Orlando’s brow furrowed in concern as he slowly caressed the warm chest.
“Calm down.” He soothed his lover, one hand rubbing gently against the galloping heartbeat beneath it.
“Ah cannae.” Billy’s fingers plucked nervously at the air as he tried to flatten them against his denim covered thighs.
“You can and you will.” Orlando replied smoothly refusing to allow his own nerves life.
“What if she doesn’t like us? What if she hates Scotland? What if he’s right? What if they’re wrong and they won’t give her to us? What if….” His words stopped as Orlando’s fingers pressed against his lips.
“We’ve already spent time with her Bills, and we were all happy. She chose us, remember?”
Both men’s memories were drawn back to the day almost a year prior when they had first met their daughter. They had visited the huge overcrowded orphanage to meet with two other children. They had stepped into the large room filled with youngsters dressed in handmade clothes that were either too big or too small for their tiny bodies. The cold winter air seeped in through the spaces between the window frames giving the air in the room a frosty edge even with the heater operating. There was no warmth in that room, not in temperature or colour, everything was a bland, dull white except for where the worn linoleum had been scuffed through to the bare wooden floorboards. The furniture was all plastic and cheap aluminum not one piece matched, all cobbled together over years from throwaways and donations. Their hearts had melted, wanting to take every one of the poor desolate youngsters, whose only crime was their birth, from the place
The tiny cherub that sat ostracized in the corner of the room, cold air enveloping her, her strawberry blonde hair pulled back in two lopsided ponytails, tiny glasses crooked on her pale face captured both their hearts the moment they saw her. When Billy had approached her she had lifted her arms to him before he had even reached her. Squatting down in front of her, tears had welled in his eyes as his fingers traced the cumbersome braces, the metal components were chilled and icy against her blue-tinged skin. The braces encasing her tiny legs, made it difficult for her to play like the other kids. He had slid his arms around her waist and lifted her into his arms, hugging her tightly, his heart irrevocably stolen.
Orlando had watched Billy kneeling in front of the serious young girl as he had spoken to the orphanage director. The moment he had seen the tiny girl’s red head pressed against Billy’s shoulder he had known they had found their child. And he would move heaven and earth to keep her.
The authorities had tried to dissuade them. There were other children, perfect children but in their eyes none of them were more perfect than their Katya.
“She’ll love Scotland Bills.” He murmured softly. “We’ve paid the fees. I’ve signed the papers. All we have to do is bring her home.”
“I want this so much. I never thought we’d have this.” Billy replied. “I keep waiting for the wheels to fall off.”
“It’s going to be perfect, Billy. Don’t stress.” He grinned, desperately trying to lighten his lover’s mood. “At your age your heart won’t take it.”
“Bastard.” Billy grumbled.
“Are we ready?” Orlando breathed against the top of Billy’s head.
“Aye.” Billy pulled back, drawing in a deep breath he swallowed his nerves and smiled at his lover. “Aye, I am.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Billy waited patiently in the waiting room as Orlando was ushered into the orphanage director’s office. He almost smiled as Orlando blushed, embarrassed by the deference the staff afforded his ‘star’ status.
Trying to relax, Billy sank into one of the hard plastic chairs, his toes tapping nervously against the cracked linoleum. He bounced to his feet as he heard the now familiar creaking of Katya’s braces as she was led down the corridor to the office.
Looking up she saw Billy. One hand pushed her glasses further up her nose. Separated by the difference in their languages, Billy didn’t need a translator for the shy smile she flashed his way nor did he miss the way she lifted on tiny hand to wave at him as she was led into the office.
His nerves renewed, and Orlando not there to calm them, Billy paced the small waiting room frenetically. Twelve steps. Turn. Eleven Steps. Turn. Twelve Steps. Over and over. The toe of his boot caught on a deep crack in the linoleum on the third step of every second pass.
When the office door opened, he spun on his heel so quickly that he almost fell. Struggling to compose himself he looked straight up into Orlando’s smiling eyes. Katya was now balanced on his hip, the small suitcase that held five years of belongings gripped in his other hand.
He watched, his feet frozen to the spot, as Orlando spoke quietly to the officials again, then walked towards him. As they approached Katya held her arms out to Billy.
“Hello Darling.” He murmured in carefully memorized Russian.
Katya’s tawny eyes lit up in recognition of the endearment. A litany of words trembled from her lips, her excitement at understanding overwhelming her shyness.
Orlando chuckled as he hefted her suitcase into a more comfortable grip, before he pressed his hand against the small of Billy’s back, guiding them out of the orphanage and towards their new life.
Author: sassywitch
Beta hisniblets
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Banner: By the amazing and talented loki_girl
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1000
Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12| Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15| Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18| Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21| Chapter 22| Chapter 23| Chapter 24| Chapter 25| Chapter 26| Chapter 27|
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic
Orlando stood in front of his lover quietly, nervous himself, watching Billy slowly unraveling as they waited. His fingers plucking nervously at the air as he unconsciously fidgeted made them both more nervous than they needed to be. Moving directly in front of him, Orlando decided it was time to put them both out of their misery.
His long fingers smoothed the knot in Billy’s tartan scarf before he settled both hands flat against the smaller man’s chest. The staccato racing beat of Billy’s heart pounded against his palms. Orlando’s brow furrowed in concern as he slowly caressed the warm chest.
“Calm down.” He soothed his lover, one hand rubbing gently against the galloping heartbeat beneath it.
“Ah cannae.” Billy’s fingers plucked nervously at the air as he tried to flatten them against his denim covered thighs.
“You can and you will.” Orlando replied smoothly refusing to allow his own nerves life.
“What if she doesn’t like us? What if she hates Scotland? What if he’s right? What if they’re wrong and they won’t give her to us? What if….” His words stopped as Orlando’s fingers pressed against his lips.
“We’ve already spent time with her Bills, and we were all happy. She chose us, remember?”
Both men’s memories were drawn back to the day almost a year prior when they had first met their daughter. They had visited the huge overcrowded orphanage to meet with two other children. They had stepped into the large room filled with youngsters dressed in handmade clothes that were either too big or too small for their tiny bodies. The cold winter air seeped in through the spaces between the window frames giving the air in the room a frosty edge even with the heater operating. There was no warmth in that room, not in temperature or colour, everything was a bland, dull white except for where the worn linoleum had been scuffed through to the bare wooden floorboards. The furniture was all plastic and cheap aluminum not one piece matched, all cobbled together over years from throwaways and donations. Their hearts had melted, wanting to take every one of the poor desolate youngsters, whose only crime was their birth, from the place
The tiny cherub that sat ostracized in the corner of the room, cold air enveloping her, her strawberry blonde hair pulled back in two lopsided ponytails, tiny glasses crooked on her pale face captured both their hearts the moment they saw her. When Billy had approached her she had lifted her arms to him before he had even reached her. Squatting down in front of her, tears had welled in his eyes as his fingers traced the cumbersome braces, the metal components were chilled and icy against her blue-tinged skin. The braces encasing her tiny legs, made it difficult for her to play like the other kids. He had slid his arms around her waist and lifted her into his arms, hugging her tightly, his heart irrevocably stolen.
Orlando had watched Billy kneeling in front of the serious young girl as he had spoken to the orphanage director. The moment he had seen the tiny girl’s red head pressed against Billy’s shoulder he had known they had found their child. And he would move heaven and earth to keep her.
The authorities had tried to dissuade them. There were other children, perfect children but in their eyes none of them were more perfect than their Katya.
“She’ll love Scotland Bills.” He murmured softly. “We’ve paid the fees. I’ve signed the papers. All we have to do is bring her home.”
“I want this so much. I never thought we’d have this.” Billy replied. “I keep waiting for the wheels to fall off.”
“It’s going to be perfect, Billy. Don’t stress.” He grinned, desperately trying to lighten his lover’s mood. “At your age your heart won’t take it.”
“Bastard.” Billy grumbled.
“Are we ready?” Orlando breathed against the top of Billy’s head.
“Aye.” Billy pulled back, drawing in a deep breath he swallowed his nerves and smiled at his lover. “Aye, I am.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Billy waited patiently in the waiting room as Orlando was ushered into the orphanage director’s office. He almost smiled as Orlando blushed, embarrassed by the deference the staff afforded his ‘star’ status.
Trying to relax, Billy sank into one of the hard plastic chairs, his toes tapping nervously against the cracked linoleum. He bounced to his feet as he heard the now familiar creaking of Katya’s braces as she was led down the corridor to the office.
Looking up she saw Billy. One hand pushed her glasses further up her nose. Separated by the difference in their languages, Billy didn’t need a translator for the shy smile she flashed his way nor did he miss the way she lifted on tiny hand to wave at him as she was led into the office.
His nerves renewed, and Orlando not there to calm them, Billy paced the small waiting room frenetically. Twelve steps. Turn. Eleven Steps. Turn. Twelve Steps. Over and over. The toe of his boot caught on a deep crack in the linoleum on the third step of every second pass.
When the office door opened, he spun on his heel so quickly that he almost fell. Struggling to compose himself he looked straight up into Orlando’s smiling eyes. Katya was now balanced on his hip, the small suitcase that held five years of belongings gripped in his other hand.
He watched, his feet frozen to the spot, as Orlando spoke quietly to the officials again, then walked towards him. As they approached Katya held her arms out to Billy.
“Hello Darling.” He murmured in carefully memorized Russian.
Katya’s tawny eyes lit up in recognition of the endearment. A litany of words trembled from her lips, her excitement at understanding overwhelming her shyness.
Orlando chuckled as he hefted her suitcase into a more comfortable grip, before he pressed his hand against the small of Billy’s back, guiding them out of the orphanage and towards their new life.