Imagines Irish and British people

Will Schofield x Reader / Let it all go / SPOILERS

Inspired by Let it all go which is I think a mastepiece.

William's POV

All through the battlefields that I had walked, all I could think was Y/N. In Somme I was walking as a dead man, crying my soul away as I crossed by the bodies of my brothers. The only way I found to carry on and not to shoot me instead of yet another German man was to keep Y/N on my mind. When I met Blake, it was as if I had found a second Y/N, a second confidant I could truly relate to. The trenches were not a pleasure cruise but as I had more and more chances to end this war in a hearse, I was more and more desperate to see Y/N again. When Blake died in my arms, I could not stop but imagining me, dead and unable to say goodbye to her.

Last time we saw each other, we were nearly engaged. There was not one day we did not meet for a walk and it had been thus for the past ten years. There was not one single thing I did not know about her or that she did not know about me. I had long dreamt of calling her mine and to end my life peacefully in her arms. Most of the nights, I would fall asleep thinking of her lips brushing mine.

After my mission completed, Tom's brother moved heaven and earth to send me home safe and sound. I had thought of this happening to me many times before and now it came true, I was reveling. I had kept her last letter on my bosom and after ten days, still knew it by heart. I had been surprised to get a letter from her again for lately, her missives were more scarce. Before getting to her house, I had chosen to meet Blake's mother and sister as I had learnt he used to live not too far from Y/N's house.

Once on my way to Y/N's house, I was having all those ideas wandering. Why hadn't she send me any letter? Why were the rare letters I got not demonstrative? What if she was not interested anymore? What if she had never been at the first place? It is with a bad feeling that I knocked on her door. As I took a foot back, a posy in my hands that I had done with flowers I found on my way, her mother greeted me. She had never been too fond of me but was it my grimy face or the sad look upon it, she let me in.

Inside, the warmth of the household covered me with its rays. Y/N appeared by the handrail of the staircase. Her face seemed off. I knew something was wrong the second she reached out for me.

"Will...", her voice broke. It was as if she was holding tears in my mouth.

She looked as magnificent as I had remembered if not more but I could sense a feeling I only knew too well. She was terribly alone and sad. She took me outside and before she started talking, a silence had invaded the long distance between us two.

Omniscient POV

Y/N had been engaged to Stephen Collins, the son of some self-made man and the wedding was due in just ten days. From the second she saw William after so long, she gained back all her feelings for him. Well, in fact, they had never left. Now, how could she tell him the news when her too was not fine about it?

As the distance became unbearable for the both of them as they had craved for this encounter to happen for so long, they hugged before Y/N decided to speak. The longer she would wait, the worse it could get, she thought.

"I'm to be married, Will..."

William looked at her as to make sure he had understood it well. He had fantasized about getting home, getting married and then they would settle after years of eloping. Now, that pipedream had turned into a nightmare.

"I wish things were different. I tried to postpone it for the longest time and I... The whole village thought you had been killed when we heard about Tom... I had no way out...", Y/N said, almost panting and as if she had stepped away from her own body and only remained as a shadow.

She had never wanted to get married to anyone else than Will but her family had alwas had the final word on everything. She knew how many sacrifices Will had gone through and felt terrible that she was tying the knot with some iddle man she barely knew.

"When?", Will simply asked to put an end to their misery.

"Sunday in ten"

"Just tell me you're happy with him and I'll go. I need to know if he makes you happy to wake up every day", Will scoffed to hold back his tears.

"It's harder than this... I've been told I would learn to be. That's-that's what marriage seems to achieve"

"Are you happy with him now?"

"I... I... No, I suppose not"

"Don't marry him then", he whispered almost begging "Marry me instead"

Those words hurt Y/N more than they offered comfort. If she had burnt alive right this instant, it could not have been any way more terrible. Y/N was not a renegade and could not just walk away but seeing Will that way and knowing her heart, she burst into tears.

"I can't. You know I can't", she simply replied in the midst of her grief "Don't make it harder than it is, Will, please...", she added by getting back inside.

Will remained stupefied for a few seconds, staring at the door. Why had he come back? He wished he had died instead of his brother in arms. Surely that was less painful.

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Y/N was getting ready by putting on the white dress her mother had worn before her, she looked at her face in the mirror. She could barely recognize her own features as a severe deprivation of sleep and the memories of her past conversation were showing up.

Y/N only wanted to dive in Will's arms and never to let go of her lover. She walked down the aisle will all the strength she could gather to look happy. By the altar was a man she did not love and probably never will. That man could never be Will.

On that morning, Will had one choice to make: would he attend Y/N's wedding or not? He could not possibly see her getting married to anyone else than himself but he felt like it was the best, a last chance to see her.

As Stephen, the groom uttered his vows, Y/N's eyes wandered around the crowd attending. Half of it was sobbing. She thought that she should be sobbing by now too. And then, then she saw Will sitting on a bench from afar. He came and was doing his best not to cry out loud.

"Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Stephen Collins as your husband"

The last sentence had put Y/N out of her daydream and staring at Will. All it would take now would be two words. Or she could run away with Will, never to come back. She could choose freedom and living as a renegade.