Who: Chris and Tris
Setting: Their apartment

( making it official )

who: chris & velma
setting: restaurant

( everything is fine! )

If I buy the drinks on Saturday do you have time to chat?

Who: Christian and Ethan
Setting: Their apartment

( turns out you accidentally proposed )

Who: Tris and Chris
Setting: Their room, morning

( and i'll do everything to give it to you  )

Who: Christian and Tris
Setting: Flashback, about 8 months ago

Tris stepped under the awning of the looming block before him as the rain began to drizzle down from the grey skies above. He ignored the glare this action got him from the doorman, who looked very much like he wanted to move him on. Tris figured the only reason he wasn't bring kicked to the curb was because the doorman had seen him kiss Christian before sending him upstairs.

Tris glanced at the door again, then checked his phone. Nothing.

He hated this. Hated waiting. Knowing he should hope it went well, fearing it wouldn't. Worrying that Chris would get his heart broken. Terrified that if it came to a choice between Tris and his family, Christian would make the obvious choice and maybe Tris would be standing here, waiting for something that would never happen. Maybe Chris just wasn't coming back.

He checked his messages again.

Nothing.

( in a different place )

Who: Tris and Christian
Setting: Their room, morning after this
NSFW

Tris had woken early, whilst Christian has still been sleeping. It had been hard, letting his boyfriend go, when he’d woken up with the man in his arms still, but he knew he needed to.

So, he’d quietly left the bed, making sure the sheets were up over Christian’s body so he didn’t get cold. He’d put in an order for all of their favourite breakfast items, juice and coffee, then had a shower, styled his hair and dressed - the dark jeans that he knew were Christian’s favourite because apparently they hugged his ass in all the right ways, paired with a simple, slim fitted check shirt. He added as a finishing touch some of the aftershave that Chris had bought him.

( Hey baby boy. Time to get up )

Who: Tris and Chris
Setting: Their room after everything
Warning: a little NSFW

The doctor had kept Tris overnight, though it seemed like he was more worried that he’d missed something rather than Tris being that bad off. And once he was cleared, Christian was relieved that he seemed steadier on his feet. That said, Christian wasn’t doing too hot himself. The punch he’d taken had resulted in a bruise that spread across his chin and jaw, and he had bruises of handprints up and down his arm. Plus, what little he’d slept had been in a chair and the ache in his back was unimaginable. At least they’d given Tris some clean scrubs to wear back to their room, but Christian was still in who knew how many day old clothes, ones that he was considering throwing away just to never look at them again.

He let them into their apartment, relieved that it seemed quiet, then headed right into their room, carrying Tris’ clothes and their bag that had miraculously made it back to the boat with them. In a very not Christian move, he just dropped everything on the loveseat, not putting it away, not yet. He was too worn out. Too broken from all of it.

( to )

Who: Blake, Ethan, Tris, Christian
Setting: Stockholm

“Hey,” Ethan said into the phone, shifting off of Blake when he heard the noise in the background. “Tris okay?” That was the first fear, that there was something wrong with Tris.

“Ethan, thank god. Tris is here. There’s...something going on. We need to leave. Now. Grab...whatever you can. Meet us in the lobby in five minutes. We have to get back on the boat.” Christian said everything in a hurried rush, gripping at Tris’ arm.

Tris took the phone from Chris. “Ethan. Looks like half the town is going to try and get on the boat. Five minutes. Chris and I don't have anything important in our room.” He looked to Chris for confirmation of that even as he ended the call, already confident in the answer. Material possessions could be replaced.

( WTF )

Who: Tris and Chris
Setting: Stockholm, late

( dinner, shopping, and a mob )

Who: Blake and Christian
Setting: Their room before docking in Stockholm

Christian let himself back into the apartment, flipping through the course catalogue of what classes were offered on the boat. He had a pen between his teeth, marking a few things, intending to show Velma the list once he’d narrowed it down. He headed for the kitchen, intent on getting something warm to drink but jumped out of his skin when he realized he wasn’t alone. “Ah!” He dropped the pen and pressed the book against his chest.

He closed his eyes for a moment then sighed. “Sorry, hey.” He didn’t know the tall hulk of a human that was Ethan’s sort of boyfriend, but he didn’t need to be afraid of him, right? No. They were roommates.

( it's only a little weird )

Who: Christian and Tris
Setting: their room
Warning NSFW

( and Christian Miller is a very good boy )

who: Velma, Chris & Tris
setting: 88 Keys and poolside

( let's all be awesome )

Who: Tris and Christian
Setting: Spa

Tris wanted to cry. He wanted to curl up into a ball in the corridor of this damn ship with his arms wrapped around his head and cry. He hadn’t slept since the noise had started up - which give that he’d worked late the night before meant that he’d had a bare handful of hours. And that grinding, loud, horrific noise just would. not. Quit.

Ice scraping against the hull and from what he could make out, it could last for days. In the end, he’d grabbed Chris’ hand and hauled him into the public areas, toward the very centre of the ship, keeping away from the lower decks, trying to find some kind of peace and quiet.

( Just want it to stop... )

As the sun sets on New Year’s Eve, the party starts at the cabin in the woods, reserved for Alex’s close friends and family. There’s food spread throughout the kitchen, horderves enough to make a meal for anyone that wants to, and more to drink than they can possibly ever go through-- Champagne, of course, but also wine, beer, and liquor for anyone that wants to make their own cocktail. There’s also sodas and sparkling cider, for those that choose not to partake.

On the tables are hats, crowns, noisemakers, and glasses; all the wild embellishments needed to welcome in the new year. Music plays throughout the house, including the lower level where the hot tub steams beneath the covered porch. There’s games on the tables for anyone that’s interested.

Alex bounces around the party in jeans and a half-buttoned dress shirt, a sparkly gold hat on his head. He’s made sure there’s a bed for each of his guests, even if that means he sleeps on the couch himself. Come morning, there’s coffee and a continental breakfast before everyone heads back to the ship.

Who: Tris and Christian
Setting: their apartment, before going out for New Year

Tris adjusted the neck of his shirt in the the mirror, though he didn’t need to. He’d known that he’d look good before he’d even seen the outfit. It was hand picked by Ethan, after all. It said something about the mindset of his best friend and their relationship that part of Ethan’s Christmas present from Tris (and Christian, actually) had been a promise from both of them that Ethan could hand pick their outfits for New Year. Including additional purchases where necessary. Possibly Ethan was the only person Tris knew who looked positively giddy when you told him that his present was the chance to spend money on the givers.

Tris knew that Christian thought that he was in on the whole thing. He’d walked his boyfriend through the idea that it was a good idea - something that had really only hit home at present opening time. However, Tris knew an angle of it that his boyfriend didn’t. The reason behind it. The reason that was the fact that New Year’s was their one year anniversary and Tris had something special planned - and he wanted to make sure that Chris was dressed the part.

( Anniversary gifts )

[Text sent to Theo, Velma, Christian, Sierra, Olivia, and Ethan]

Hey guys! I'm looking at putting together something for New Year's Eve. I have one vote for something involving a hot tub, so I was thinking about renting out one of those log cabins for the night. Let me know if you're interested and if you're bringing friends. I'll try to get enough rooms that people can crash there if they want to. Are you in?

Who: Christian and Tris
Setting: Their room
Warning: NSFW

Ethan could never leave anything well alone and had never seen an apartment he didn’t want to remodel. Still, in this instance, it worked for Tris. The room he shared with Chris had, by all accounts, been ‘upgraded’ from the basic bedroom that it had originally been, to something that was a little more leaning toward a studio apartment. The room was big enough, definitely, to hold the loveseat and low table in the corner, without detracting from the king sized bed, or limiting access to the closet space. It gave him and Chris space to be by themselves, without having to negotiate time in the living room, be in public, or commit to being in bed.

It probably said something about their relationship that, so far, that little loveseat had mostly been used to hold clothes. Or, well, Tris’ clothes that he discarded, before Chris surreptitiously tidied them away.

Today, though, Tris was sitting on the seat, waiting for Christian to come home. He’d asked him to, that morning in bed. Had told him that he was ready to talk about the book. “But not here, not now,” he’d said. “Don’t want to get distracted,” he’d said. He’d given Chris a time and a place, asked him to be there.

( defining more boundaries )

Who: Tris and Christian
Setting: Their room, morning after the party
Warning: NSFW

Chris woke up curled up against Tris’ side, warm and cuddled against his chest. He was sore, but in the best of ways, from the night before. He murmured a tiny groan, kissing at Tris’ chest before rolling up to look at him. His beautiful boyfriend. He was so lucky. There wasn’t anyone else in the world as amazing as Tris and for some reason he was Christian’s. And Christian was important enough that Tris’ best friend knew that Christian had to be with Tris. That he insisted Chris was there. How had his life lead to this?

( but we're into this together )

Who: Tris and Christian
Setting Their room, after the party
NSFW

Their room was beautiful. On the top floor of the island house, the loft space really. With full height windows that opened onto a balcony, set back into the roof a little, so they had a great view out over the island, but nobody could see them from below. The room itself was huge, with a sofa as well as a king sized bed and a private bathroom with a jacuzzi bath made for two.

It was late, when Tris wound his way back to the room. The party was falling quiet as he threw his jacket over an arm of the sofa and opened the windows, letting in the sultry night air. He poured a couple of glasses of iced water, before sending Chris a text: Upstairs. Whenever you're ready.

( You always keep your promises )