Who: Chris and Tris
Setting: Their apartment

( making it official )

Who: Ethan and Tris
Setting: The piano club

( because if you can't marry me you might as well marry the man of your dreams )

Who: Tris and Chris
Setting: Their room, morning

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

Who: Tris and Blake
Setting: Gym

( As much as he hated it, Tris did occasionally make himself go to the gym. )

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: Ethan and Tris
Setting: Medbay

Tris’ head hurt. Everything was too bright and his head hurt. The thrum of the engines, though muffled, was too loud and not the right pitch for him to be in their apartment, though he remembered coming onto the ship. He looked around, eyes flitting round the room. Ethan was sitting by his bed and behind him, across the room, Chris was curled up, asleep, in an armchair. Someone had draped a blanket over him. Ethan, he presumed, as his eyes moved back to his best friend. “Hey,” he said, wincing at the sound of his own voice.

Ethan had made sure Tris had everything he could, even if he wasn’t as bad off as some of the others that were coming in, but he made enough noise for Tris to have somewhere to stay. He’d pushed for Christian to get something to calm him down since he was a nervous wreck the moment Tris passed out, and it had been enough to knock the guy out. So Ethan took up vigil waiting on Tris to wake up. “Hey, idiot.”

( Because you suffered a head trauma! )

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: Ethan and Tris
Setting: morning after this

Tris and Chris had woken up slowly. Tris felt lazy and languid and in no hurry to go anywhere, but he was attentive to his boyfriend. They’d pushed things further than ever the night before and he took his time making sure that Christian was okay, that he wasn’t too sore - at least, not in any bad ways. That, outside the heat of the moment, he’d actually enjoyed himself.

Eventually, though, they’d agreed they should probably get out of bed. Head to the kitchen in search of food and coffee. Tris had pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, a zip-up hoodie over the top. Warm, comfortable clothes, before he lead Chris to the bedroom door, stepping out into the short corridor to the kitchen.

( so, tell me the story )

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: Nic and Tris
Setting: 88 Keys

Nic wiped down the bar as he watched Tris cater to the last two patrons, a couple of women who had tipped them both well over the course of the night. Still, it was late, the bar had shut down, and they had yet to make it out the door. Had they been at the bar, Nic would have politely reminded them they were closing down. Another five minutes and he’d wander over to help Tris. He was a good show man, sometimes too good when people didn’t want to leave.

( How's it going? )

So, Nic, the bartender where I work, is ready to drop. The ice scrapes right against his cabin wall. I said you wouldn't have a problem with him sleeping some in the couch. Am I a liar?

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... )

Who: Tris and Ethan
Setting: Their room, just after New Years Eve

Snow was falling softly outside the window of the apartment, settling on the rails and the outdoor furniture, covering the deck in a crisp blanket of white. It was barely passed lunchtime, but the sun was already setting, settling on the horizon and soon to disappear for enough hours that it felt like it would never rise again.

Tris was sat at the piano, playing whatever came to mind, losing himself in the music, his attention mostly on the pretty scene outside of the window. The snow here was so different that what he’d been used to in New York. Here, the snow was beautiful.

( it's just three little words )

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 )

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 )