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[#151] Some Things are Meant to Be (Wynonna Earp)
Theme Prompt: #151–The Dance
Title: Some Things are Meant to Be
Fandom: Wynonna Earp
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | AU from S3 onwards
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 882
Summary: Dolls and Wynonna get some time together at Waverly and Nicole’s wedding.
Even with a limited budget, Waverly and Nicole throw a hell of a wedding.
Not that Dolls has been to many weddings in the past. His family isn’t a large one and most of the people he’s closest to are dead now. It’s hard to have moments like this to celebrate when Black Badge is using you as questionable petri dishes for their bigger, better soldier. But having a moment like this, it’s nice. And one he didn’t think he was going to be here to see.
However, given that he’s been to scarce a few weddings, he’s not sure what exactly to do at a wedding. He’s been hanging towards the back of the group, watching the proceedings and not sure where to jump in. The music is blaring on the speakers as all of them dance and celebrate, and that’s what’s always made him feel stiff in his own skin. The sort of thing he’s deemed too serious for, and while time with the Earps has worn away a lot of that serious (you can’t be too serious with this group, you’d never survive), he still struggles to jump into some things that are more normal.
Leave it to Wynonna Earp not to let him stay that way, though. She slides up to him, whiskey in hand. “You know, if you stand here in the corner all night, we are absolutely obligated to make fun of you.”
“Obligated? That’s the word you want to go with?”
“Yes, because a party pooper at a wedding deserves to be ridiculed.”
“I am not being a party pooper, Earp.”
“Oh, then what would you call standing alone in a corner, drinking by himself? Because being literally the only person doing that is being a mood killer right there.”
He makes a face. “It’s not intentional. I’m just—” Still not sure where he fits with the Earps, even after all this time. Still not sure what he’s going to do now that the curse is over and the Ghost River Triangle is in the safe hands of an angel and her shield. “—Not really a dancer.” It seems like the easier option to articulate out loud.
That’s the wrong thing to say, however, because when the next song starts, she knocks back her whiskey and takes him by the hand. “Too damn bad, Deputy Marshal Dolls. Time to embarrass yourself with the rest of us.”
The song shifts to something slower, something designed for couples and while a few remain on the dance floor, there aren’t many. That doesn’t stop Wynonna, sliding to a stop and pulling him in close with a smile.
“See? It’s a slow one. Everyone can slow dance.”
Dolls would argue that it’s also the least self-conscious of the dances because you don’t have to worry about everyone watching you so much, but he doesn’t want to argue with her. Not with Wynonna in his arms and the rest of the world fading away. She loops her arms around his neck before looking up at him with a small smile.
“So the Ghost River Triangle is safe. What’s next for Xavier Dolls?”
He moves his hands to her waist before shrugging. “Haven’t decided yet. I’m sure Jeremy’s hostile takeover of Black Badge is going to cause some problems, but he hasn’t called me in yet. I’m sure he will once he’s over his head.”
“And until then?”
“I don’t know.” He makes a face at the statement. “Which is not something I’m used to admitting. Since high school, I’ve had the path laid out for me. The military, then the marshals, then Black Badge—not knowing what to do next is a weird feeling.”
“Not necessarily a bad one, though. Maybe this is the time you get to do something for yourself.”
“And what would you suggest that be, if you know me so well?”
He knows what he should expect. Wynonna’s crude humor is something that’s grown endearing about her, a familiar burst of impropriety in his day-to-day routine. He’ll likely miss that most of all. But that doesn’t come, and when he looks back at her, she shrugs.
“There’s the simple answer, or the more complicated one.”
“What’s the easy one?”
“Me.” She admits, trying to appear casual, but he knows how hard it is for her to put herself on the line for something real. The answer surprises him, but also makes his heart beat faster, a kind of anticipation that they’ve been dancing around for four years.
“What’s the more complicated one?”
“Something we should probably discuss after the wedding, when we’re not stealing my sister’s thunder.”
He smiles at that before nodding. “Yeah. I think we can do that.”
“Good.”
She leans forward, resting her head against his shoulder, and he leans his cheek against the top of her head, settling into something that he hopes will become more and more familiar as time goes on. Part of him is impatient for what she has to say, but part of him knows that he’s waited this long. He can afford to wait a little while longer. She sighs and relaxes into him further as the rest of the world fades away.
“You’re not a bad dancer, Dolls.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Earp.”
Title: Some Things are Meant to Be
Fandom: Wynonna Earp
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | AU from S3 onwards
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 882
Summary: Dolls and Wynonna get some time together at Waverly and Nicole’s wedding.
Even with a limited budget, Waverly and Nicole throw a hell of a wedding.
Not that Dolls has been to many weddings in the past. His family isn’t a large one and most of the people he’s closest to are dead now. It’s hard to have moments like this to celebrate when Black Badge is using you as questionable petri dishes for their bigger, better soldier. But having a moment like this, it’s nice. And one he didn’t think he was going to be here to see.
However, given that he’s been to scarce a few weddings, he’s not sure what exactly to do at a wedding. He’s been hanging towards the back of the group, watching the proceedings and not sure where to jump in. The music is blaring on the speakers as all of them dance and celebrate, and that’s what’s always made him feel stiff in his own skin. The sort of thing he’s deemed too serious for, and while time with the Earps has worn away a lot of that serious (you can’t be too serious with this group, you’d never survive), he still struggles to jump into some things that are more normal.
Leave it to Wynonna Earp not to let him stay that way, though. She slides up to him, whiskey in hand. “You know, if you stand here in the corner all night, we are absolutely obligated to make fun of you.”
“Obligated? That’s the word you want to go with?”
“Yes, because a party pooper at a wedding deserves to be ridiculed.”
“I am not being a party pooper, Earp.”
“Oh, then what would you call standing alone in a corner, drinking by himself? Because being literally the only person doing that is being a mood killer right there.”
He makes a face. “It’s not intentional. I’m just—” Still not sure where he fits with the Earps, even after all this time. Still not sure what he’s going to do now that the curse is over and the Ghost River Triangle is in the safe hands of an angel and her shield. “—Not really a dancer.” It seems like the easier option to articulate out loud.
That’s the wrong thing to say, however, because when the next song starts, she knocks back her whiskey and takes him by the hand. “Too damn bad, Deputy Marshal Dolls. Time to embarrass yourself with the rest of us.”
The song shifts to something slower, something designed for couples and while a few remain on the dance floor, there aren’t many. That doesn’t stop Wynonna, sliding to a stop and pulling him in close with a smile.
“See? It’s a slow one. Everyone can slow dance.”
Dolls would argue that it’s also the least self-conscious of the dances because you don’t have to worry about everyone watching you so much, but he doesn’t want to argue with her. Not with Wynonna in his arms and the rest of the world fading away. She loops her arms around his neck before looking up at him with a small smile.
“So the Ghost River Triangle is safe. What’s next for Xavier Dolls?”
He moves his hands to her waist before shrugging. “Haven’t decided yet. I’m sure Jeremy’s hostile takeover of Black Badge is going to cause some problems, but he hasn’t called me in yet. I’m sure he will once he’s over his head.”
“And until then?”
“I don’t know.” He makes a face at the statement. “Which is not something I’m used to admitting. Since high school, I’ve had the path laid out for me. The military, then the marshals, then Black Badge—not knowing what to do next is a weird feeling.”
“Not necessarily a bad one, though. Maybe this is the time you get to do something for yourself.”
“And what would you suggest that be, if you know me so well?”
He knows what he should expect. Wynonna’s crude humor is something that’s grown endearing about her, a familiar burst of impropriety in his day-to-day routine. He’ll likely miss that most of all. But that doesn’t come, and when he looks back at her, she shrugs.
“There’s the simple answer, or the more complicated one.”
“What’s the easy one?”
“Me.” She admits, trying to appear casual, but he knows how hard it is for her to put herself on the line for something real. The answer surprises him, but also makes his heart beat faster, a kind of anticipation that they’ve been dancing around for four years.
“What’s the more complicated one?”
“Something we should probably discuss after the wedding, when we’re not stealing my sister’s thunder.”
He smiles at that before nodding. “Yeah. I think we can do that.”
“Good.”
She leans forward, resting her head against his shoulder, and he leans his cheek against the top of her head, settling into something that he hopes will become more and more familiar as time goes on. Part of him is impatient for what she has to say, but part of him knows that he’s waited this long. He can afford to wait a little while longer. She sighs and relaxes into him further as the rest of the world fades away.
“You’re not a bad dancer, Dolls.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Earp.”