A Match Made in Hell

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I stare down at my boyfriend, laying on my chest as he goes off and blabs about something I can't seem to understand at all.

Apologies, my fiancé.

Soon to be, husband.

Fuck, how did I get so lucky? How, did I manage to find somebody as great as him? How do I even have a chance with him? It's all a fucking dream, a great one, even. Hell, he proposed to me. How luckier could I get?

And suddenly, I'm 22 year old Karl, speaking to the most gorgeous man I've ever laid my eyes upon, and now he's here on top of me, making plans for our wedding day.

God, i remember how nervous I was the first time I saw him, how he made me feel. I was the one who talked to him first, because I knew I would've never seen him again.

I had to, though I was nervous, I forced myself to, and that was the best decision I've made in my whole damn life, because I'm going to marry this man.

I'm going to marry the man I've been dreaming of since I was a teenage boy.

That poor little boy i always felt bad for since I was a kid, even though I didn't know his name. That child who was dragged away from his home, the one that had suffered so much, because of what my family had caused him.

Fuck, it all felt horrible knowing you're related to some of the people you hate most on this planet. Actually, I don't think there's anybody I hate more than my father.

He's dead. He's gone, he can never hurt me again, but I fucking hate him. That stupid son of a bitch ruined my damn life.

And nick fixed all of it. He took the pieces of my broken heart in his hands, and magically just... boom! Stuck it all together again. He repaired it.

Fuck, I love this man. He's fucking perfect.

But, god, he's perfect to the point where he's too fucking good. Unnecessarily good, that he's out of my league.

"Karl, baby, are you listening?" He suddenly stops his bragging, looking up into my eyes. I smile at him kindly, my fingertips tracing his face.

"I am." I nod my head slowly, zoning out and drowning in his green eyes. "Of course I'm listening, go on."

"No, you're not." He denies, sitting up. "Karl, are you okay?"

I chuckle. "Why the fuck wouldn't I be?" I cross my legs when he sits up, the emptiness and cold air making me feel odd since he'd been laying inbetween my legs in the same position for hours.

"You're acting—" he pauses, struggling to find the correct thing to say. "Weird." He tilts his head to the side, eyes scanning for any hint of suspicious activity on my face. "Come on, baby. I'm going to marry you in a few months, I can tell when something is wrong."

"Nothing is wrong." I assure him. "I'm just thinking about—" I try to gesture it with my hands. "All this."

"All this?"

"Don't make me say it out loud. Please." I whisper, knowing he's not actually clueless and he just wants me to say it to his face.

He knows damn well. He knows more than I do, indeed.

His expression softens as he leans in and takes my face in his hands, kissing my jaw and not leaving a single spot untouched.

"It's going to be okay, baby." He spreads my legs apart, going back to his old position except his head is laying on my stomach with my legs wrapped around his back. "We're going to be okay."

"You don't know that."

"Oh, but I do." His hands go up my shirt, going up and down my waist and hips. "Come on, Karl. We've been through this shit and we've survived. We've been through shit ten times worse than this, yet we made it out alive."

"It's not the same." I shake my head. "This could be the end, this, is going to put an end to whatever the fuck has been happening to your life for 9 years."

"Yeah, and that's why we need to be more positive about it, because this could be our happy ending, love." He chuckles. God knows what he's imagining right now, I can't blame him though. "Think about it, karl. When this is over, I'm going to marry you, and we're gonna get away from all this. We could move away, wherever we want. Fuck, we could buy 10 houses if we wanted to. We could buy a billion cars an—"

"Yeah, and then we wouldn't even be able to afford a damn meal to feed one of us." I laugh at his over- exaggeration.

"So what? Atleast we'd have so many cars."

"Come on, Nicholas. You don't fucking eat cars to survive." I joke, though I wasn't exactly joking, he lets out a laugh out loud.

Holy shit, I love that fucking laugh.

He buries his face in my torso, continuing to laugh as butterflies swarm in my stomach, making my breath hitch.

I stroke his head gently as he continues to laugh, his voice filling the suffocating atmosphere as it makes me laugh, too. His laugh is too contagious to ignore, you at least smile everytime you hear him laugh.

My precious boy. He means the world to me.

No, he means more than the damn universe to me.

I'd sacrifice anything and everything for him. Just to hear that laugh one more time, I'd do anything. Just to keep that smile on his face, I'd go through hell and put anybody through hell.

His laughter quiets down, his thumbs each rubbing spots on my sides as he breathes deeply, letting out one final sigh as he suddenly stops laughing.

"We'll be fine." He mutters. "We'll be okay, baby. We will all be okay, I promise you. We've been through this before, and we'll go through it again for one last time."

Oh, fuck, I hope it'll be for the last time.

1022 words
Maybe like a few more chapters idk