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Title: Shout In The Night
Author: myforgottenpain
Pairing: Vam, Missy/Jonna
Rating: PG-17
Summary:Sequel to 'Love On The Rocks' What happens when the public is made aware of how real Vam is? Will Bam and Ville be able to with stand this new hardship?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything connected to HIM, Ville Valo, or Bam Margera. Nor do I imply that in reality they are anything but friends....no matter how sexy that would be.
Warnings: Angst, Drama, joy, and fluffy love all wrapped into one little fan fiction
Authors Notes: 9 months later...an ending. The used is: Ingrid Michaelson - Take me the way I am. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fShw08h9Sic
His feet sunk into the sand, as he made his way down the shore line. The warm evening wind rustled his clothes, filling his nose with the scent of the salty ocean water and the fragrance of spring flowers. He stopped before two men, one of which he had never meet before today, the other the man he planned on spending the rest of his life with. Bam’s smile was echoed by Ville’s, as they reached out and took each other’s hands.
Their eyes never faltered from one another, as the preacher read from the holy text in his hand. The sun was setting just off to their side, bathing them in the beautiful vibrant colors that only nature can make. From the pockets of their light airy dress shirts, they pulled out new rings.
As they said their vows to one another, Bam and Ville slipped the thin circles of rose gold on their fingers, until they were snug against the rings that had started all of this.
Ville reached out and gently brushed a tear from Bam’s cheek, smiling when Bam did the same for him. As the preacher brought the ceremony to a close, he pronounced them man and husband, and to their great joy, said they could now seal it with a kiss.
Leaning in, they finalized their spiritual commitment with an equally soul touching kiss. “I love you,” was whispered against their lips, their love glowing as warmly as the oranges that painted the sky.
On the beach of Prince Edward Island, Bam and Ville formally proclaimed their love and devotion to one another. A love that had suffered many ups and downs in their years together, and had managed to survive it all, while growing stronger with each passing day.
Holding each others hands, they walked down the beach together, until Ville stopped them. He pulled Bam close, taking his other hand, smiling at the skater... his husband.
Bam didn’t need words, but leaned against the other man’s body, closing his eyes as they danced.
Ville initially hummed the melody to a song that instantly made Bam smile, as it did the singer. “If you were falling, then I would catch you. You need a light, I’d find a match.” He touched Bam’s cheek, making the other man looked at him, as he continued. “’Cause I love the way you say good morning. And you take me the way I am.”
Bam chewed on his bottom lips as he gazed up at the other man, the waves crashing over their bare feet and ankles as Ville continued humming the melody. Before he could continue singing, Bam broke in. “If you are chilly, here take my sweater. Your head is aching, I’ll make it better.” They both smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss before Bam finished, “’Cause I love the way you call me baby. And you take me the way I am.”
“I’d buy you Rogaine when you start loosing all your hair. Sew on patches to all you tear.” Ville sang a little louder and with a flare of humor to it, that made them both laugh. Crouching down, he wrapped his arms around Bam, lifting him up, so he could spin him around. “’Cause I love you more than I could ever promise! And you take me the way I am.”
Slowly he let Bam slide down his body until his feet were on the ground. “And you take me the way I am.”
Bam gazed into Ville’s eyes for a moment, reaching out to touch his cheek. “You take me the way I am.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss Ville, arms wrapped around each other as the sun slipped below the horizon line.
*******
“Bam.” April said, picking up the framed picture of her son’s face. “I wish I could have been there.” She put the frame down after dusting around it. “I bet your wedding was amazing.” She went about the rest of her cleaning and found herself looking back at the picture of Bam. Picking it up, she carried it with her to her chair, sitting down.
“I always think about you on this day. It’s your anniversary after all.” April said, running her finger over the 2D image of her son’s cheek. “You and Ville were so happy together then.” She placed her hand wrinkled and stiff with time against her cheek, eyes closed as she fought back the tears.
It had been years since the day Ville and Bam had come back and announced they were married. How they had all celebrated it, rejoicing in the love they had together. Those years afterwards floated by like a dream. Bam never went back to his Jackass days, or even to professional skating. Instead, he taught lessons to kids in the neighborhood, and occasionally did volunteer/charity work. A good deal of his fortune had been given back to the public that adored him.
Ville too, stuck with giving lessons to others, helping up and coming musicians (especially those back home in Finland) get a step up in the business.
While they had been prodded many times by family and friends Ville and Bam remained dedicated to each other, never having any children of their own. They loved their respective nieces and nephews, and the offspring of their friends; and even agreed to be godfathers to the children Missy and Jonna had together. But they felt like their life was full and rich enough without having children in it.
Sometimes April wished they had decided to have some; she missed them both so much.
On a quiet fall day, they had lost Bam. She had always imagined and prepared herself for the worse. She expected him to die young, drunk in the streets of some far off land, or because of a skating trick gone wrong. Instead he died of a stroke on a flight back from Europe, a man who loved every gray streak in his remaining head of hair, and every wrinkle on his face. Ville had been there with him when it happened, but wasn’t allowed past the front entrance when they rushed him to the hospital. He had died on the operation table.
They were sure Ville wouldn’t make it after that. He had mourned Bam greatly, crying in public, refusing to speak to the press about the loss. But after the funeral he had emerged from their bedroom, and just carried on. Everyone knew he was never the same. His smile was never as happy, his eyes always sad and lost, his lust for life dampened by the missing element in his soul.
He had carried on for a year, throwing himself into work, anything to keep himself from sinking in a depression that might lead him back to the long lost days of drinking. Bam, he told April once, neither one of them young by any means of the word; would have been disappointed in him if he hadn’t carried on. He would be with Bam again, when the time was right, until then he had a purpose to be on earth and that was no to wallow in self pity or add to the misery caused by Bam’s departure.
Two years to the day, they found Ville dead in their bedroom. He simply didn’t wake up one day, his heart had just stopped.
Now an elderly woman who could barely walk any more, April thought about how bitter she had been, to not only burry her own son, but his husband as well. And yet, she realized, it had been Ville’s strength in light of losing Bam that had helped her get through her own despair when she had lost Phil.
Closing her eyes, April told herself, we’ll see them all one day... when the time is right.
The End!!!!!
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http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/4219.html
http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/4491.html
http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/4733.html
http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/5032.html
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3471732.html
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3474241.html?
Author: myforgottenpain
Pairing: Vam, Missy/Jonna
Rating: PG-17
Summary:Sequel to 'Love On The Rocks' What happens when the public is made aware of how real Vam is? Will Bam and Ville be able to with stand this new hardship?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything connected to HIM, Ville Valo, or Bam Margera. Nor do I imply that in reality they are anything but friends....no matter how sexy that would be.
Warnings: Angst, Drama, joy, and fluffy love all wrapped into one little fan fiction
Authors Notes: 9 months later...an ending. The used is: Ingrid Michaelson - Take me the way I am. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fShw08h9Sic
His feet sunk into the sand, as he made his way down the shore line. The warm evening wind rustled his clothes, filling his nose with the scent of the salty ocean water and the fragrance of spring flowers. He stopped before two men, one of which he had never meet before today, the other the man he planned on spending the rest of his life with. Bam’s smile was echoed by Ville’s, as they reached out and took each other’s hands.
Their eyes never faltered from one another, as the preacher read from the holy text in his hand. The sun was setting just off to their side, bathing them in the beautiful vibrant colors that only nature can make. From the pockets of their light airy dress shirts, they pulled out new rings.
As they said their vows to one another, Bam and Ville slipped the thin circles of rose gold on their fingers, until they were snug against the rings that had started all of this.
Ville reached out and gently brushed a tear from Bam’s cheek, smiling when Bam did the same for him. As the preacher brought the ceremony to a close, he pronounced them man and husband, and to their great joy, said they could now seal it with a kiss.
Leaning in, they finalized their spiritual commitment with an equally soul touching kiss. “I love you,” was whispered against their lips, their love glowing as warmly as the oranges that painted the sky.
On the beach of Prince Edward Island, Bam and Ville formally proclaimed their love and devotion to one another. A love that had suffered many ups and downs in their years together, and had managed to survive it all, while growing stronger with each passing day.
Holding each others hands, they walked down the beach together, until Ville stopped them. He pulled Bam close, taking his other hand, smiling at the skater... his husband.
Bam didn’t need words, but leaned against the other man’s body, closing his eyes as they danced.
Ville initially hummed the melody to a song that instantly made Bam smile, as it did the singer. “If you were falling, then I would catch you. You need a light, I’d find a match.” He touched Bam’s cheek, making the other man looked at him, as he continued. “’Cause I love the way you say good morning. And you take me the way I am.”
Bam chewed on his bottom lips as he gazed up at the other man, the waves crashing over their bare feet and ankles as Ville continued humming the melody. Before he could continue singing, Bam broke in. “If you are chilly, here take my sweater. Your head is aching, I’ll make it better.” They both smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss before Bam finished, “’Cause I love the way you call me baby. And you take me the way I am.”
“I’d buy you Rogaine when you start loosing all your hair. Sew on patches to all you tear.” Ville sang a little louder and with a flare of humor to it, that made them both laugh. Crouching down, he wrapped his arms around Bam, lifting him up, so he could spin him around. “’Cause I love you more than I could ever promise! And you take me the way I am.”
Slowly he let Bam slide down his body until his feet were on the ground. “And you take me the way I am.”
Bam gazed into Ville’s eyes for a moment, reaching out to touch his cheek. “You take me the way I am.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss Ville, arms wrapped around each other as the sun slipped below the horizon line.
*******
“Bam.” April said, picking up the framed picture of her son’s face. “I wish I could have been there.” She put the frame down after dusting around it. “I bet your wedding was amazing.” She went about the rest of her cleaning and found herself looking back at the picture of Bam. Picking it up, she carried it with her to her chair, sitting down.
“I always think about you on this day. It’s your anniversary after all.” April said, running her finger over the 2D image of her son’s cheek. “You and Ville were so happy together then.” She placed her hand wrinkled and stiff with time against her cheek, eyes closed as she fought back the tears.
It had been years since the day Ville and Bam had come back and announced they were married. How they had all celebrated it, rejoicing in the love they had together. Those years afterwards floated by like a dream. Bam never went back to his Jackass days, or even to professional skating. Instead, he taught lessons to kids in the neighborhood, and occasionally did volunteer/charity work. A good deal of his fortune had been given back to the public that adored him.
Ville too, stuck with giving lessons to others, helping up and coming musicians (especially those back home in Finland) get a step up in the business.
While they had been prodded many times by family and friends Ville and Bam remained dedicated to each other, never having any children of their own. They loved their respective nieces and nephews, and the offspring of their friends; and even agreed to be godfathers to the children Missy and Jonna had together. But they felt like their life was full and rich enough without having children in it.
Sometimes April wished they had decided to have some; she missed them both so much.
On a quiet fall day, they had lost Bam. She had always imagined and prepared herself for the worse. She expected him to die young, drunk in the streets of some far off land, or because of a skating trick gone wrong. Instead he died of a stroke on a flight back from Europe, a man who loved every gray streak in his remaining head of hair, and every wrinkle on his face. Ville had been there with him when it happened, but wasn’t allowed past the front entrance when they rushed him to the hospital. He had died on the operation table.
They were sure Ville wouldn’t make it after that. He had mourned Bam greatly, crying in public, refusing to speak to the press about the loss. But after the funeral he had emerged from their bedroom, and just carried on. Everyone knew he was never the same. His smile was never as happy, his eyes always sad and lost, his lust for life dampened by the missing element in his soul.
He had carried on for a year, throwing himself into work, anything to keep himself from sinking in a depression that might lead him back to the long lost days of drinking. Bam, he told April once, neither one of them young by any means of the word; would have been disappointed in him if he hadn’t carried on. He would be with Bam again, when the time was right, until then he had a purpose to be on earth and that was no to wallow in self pity or add to the misery caused by Bam’s departure.
Two years to the day, they found Ville dead in their bedroom. He simply didn’t wake up one day, his heart had just stopped.
Now an elderly woman who could barely walk any more, April thought about how bitter she had been, to not only burry her own son, but his husband as well. And yet, she realized, it had been Ville’s strength in light of losing Bam that had helped her get through her own despair when she had lost Phil.
Closing her eyes, April told herself, we’ll see them all one day... when the time is right.
The End!!!!!
http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/3954.html
http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/4219.html
http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/4491.html
http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/4733.html
http://vammyluv.livejournal.com/5032.html
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3471732.html
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/3474241.html?