A/N: *Author crashes in shouting curse words and tripping over buckets* iaMHEREI'mSOFUCKINGSORRYFORNOTUPDATINGHERE'SANOTHERCHAPTERIAMSOSOSOSOFUCKING SORRY- *inhale of deep fucking breath* So sorry ;-;
Also, i'm still laggy today so sorry if I make any errors -0-
||London, Britain||
Detective Edward Gold sighed softly checking his pocket watch, before looking up at the dark blue sky. He closed the watch tucking it in his pocket before closing his eyes. "I wonder what it's like in the United States of America..." He mumbled, before turning his head when he heard the bells ring. Boarding the ship, he let out a sweet sigh looking out to the ocean. He'd find out soon enough...
||Spitbucket, USA||
It was early in the morning, too early in fact. No one but two souls was awake. Thomas was presumably- Well, Todd didn't know where he was. Nor did he care.
He felt stupid, oh so stupid. He confessed he loved Thomas, he told him how he felt, how he'd take on the world just to have him by his side. Yet Thomas rejected him despite them sharing a kiss of passion and love just moments ago. Todd was fuming with anger and embarrassment, hot tears rolling down his cheek.
Todd focused his eyes on the glass he was cleaning, trying his best to not look up at the door. Someone walked in - Thomas. Todd felt like his breath sucked out of him. His grip got warmer, his body nearly trembling.
He fought so hard to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks, his breathing becoming slower and slower.
"I can't do it."
Those 4 words played on repeat in Todd's head, tearing him down slowly. After that kiss he and Thomas shared, Todd made an advance towards him only to be rejected by Thomas. Nearly slamming down the glass Todd let out a soft grunt. His ears perked up, feeling someone walking behind him. "What?" He hissed, glancing over his shoulder to see Thomas fumbling at the rim of his hat.
His hair was neatly combed down, the dirt off his face was washed off showing his beautiful skin. Todd felt a pain in his heart before turning away. "Todd," Thomas whispered softly, placing his hands around Todd's waist.
The taller man wasted no time turning around to look at the Sheriff filled with rage. "Wha-" The bartender was cut off by Thomas crashing his lips against Todd's. The taller man was cut off guard, almost immediately pulling Thomas closer.
They broke away only to catch their breaths, Todd examining Thomas's eyes. "Why did you do that?" He mumbled, narrowing his eyes. Thomas took in a deep breath, before looking up at Todd with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to... I was... Scared..." He whispered, looking away. Todd's eye glimmered softly seeing the Sheriff like this.
He was so weak, so pure. The innocence in him shown, giving him an angelic look. His cheeks flushed a soft red, his blue eyes sparkling with a submissive appeal. Todd could feel his heart pound in his chest, running his fingers through his greasy hair. Thomas let out a soft grunt, nuzzling his head against Todd's hand, letting out a soft breath.
Todd only stared down at Thomas, his eyes drooping in a lovestruck stare. Removing his hand from Thomas' hair, he traced his calloused fingertips over the soft lips of his newly-found love.
The hand that was on Thomas' waist began to slide down to his butt, clenching onto the flesh of the sheriff's behind. Thomas' let out a quick gasp, snapping back. "T-Todd, please..." He muttered, his face flushing. "I'd like to keep my decency until my wedding day if you don't mind." He grumbled, crossing his arms. Todd gave him a lopsided grin, caressing his cheek softly.
"Why, of course.... Love."
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"Thomas, you work yourself too hard." Todd rasped, glancing over at the Sheriff who was face down on the counter. "Did you even sleep last night?" He grunted, noting the dark circles under his blue eyes when he lifted his head up. Thomas gave him a cold glare, slanting his eyes. "You're not my mother." He scoffed, sitting up. Todd let out an amused chuckle, tilting his eyebrow. "No, but I do care about your well-being sheriff."
Thomas rolled his eyes, leaning onto the counter. "Yeah yeah, just hand me another whiskey." Todd shook his head. "No can do Sheriff, you've had way too much to drink recently. Keep it up and you'll end up shitfaced, 6 feet under ground."
Thomas frowned, letting out a slight whine. Todd cracked a grin, seeing Thomas slump back onto the counter. "I hate you." He grumbled, closing his eyes again. Flicking Thomas with a wet rag, Todd let out a scoff. "No sleeping in the daytime Sheriff! Stand up if you need to." He hissed, placing his hands on his hips.
Whining and pouting, Thomas slowly rose up before slumping over on the wall near the stairs. He gave Todd a cold glare, before tilting his hat over his eyes crossing his arms. Todd sighed softly, turning away. He swore that man was going to be the death of him.
Turning towards the shelf of whiskeys, Todd began to sort through them putting them in order by most to least popular. His right ear perked up at the sound of the doors opening wide. Turning on his heel, he leaned forward onto the counter. "What'll it be?"
"I'll have a beer please!" The stranger purred, sitting onto the stool. He had a beautiful smile that practically lit up the whole entire room. His big brown eyes were shining with determination and energy.
He seemed like a good fellow - He had clean brown hair that was cut nicely, his clothing was neatly pressed and washed, not a stain in sight. He was a little chubby, it was obvious he had never done an honest day of work.
Sliding over a beer to the stranger, the man took a sip before wiping off the foam on his upper lip. "The name is Gold," He grinned, leaning forward as he stuffed his left hand into the inside of his vest. "Detective Edward Gold." Pulling out a picture of a ginger man sitting in a flower garden, he let out a sharp breath. "I'm here looking for a member of the British Royal Family. He's gone missing, you see." He stated firmly, looking Todd straight in the eyes.
Thomas jumped into the conversation, stealing the Detective's attention. "Was he nailed to the floor?" He asked roughly, walking over to the Detective. The chubby man looked confused, tilting his head to the side. "Um, no?"
"Then he was taken by bandits." He said flatly, taking a swig of whiskey from his flask. Todd was both amused and irritated by Thomas' actions. He was amused by the Sheriff's little idea that if you nail something down, a bandit won't take it and he was irritated that the Sheriff was drinking alcohol for the 6th time today.
Edward's eyes lightened up, leaning forward as he studied the sheriff. "How do you know?" He whispered in awe, looking star struck. The look he was giving the sheriff made Todd uncomfortable, but he let it slide. The man sounded British - Maybe it was a British thing to be this friendly.
Pulling the flask away from his lips, Thomas let out a grunt. "Anything that ain't nailed down gets taken by bandits around here." He growled, irritation clear in his voice. The Detective pulled away, his eyes filled with shock. "Oh... Have you told the sheriff?" He asked, looking at him hopefully.
Thomas flicked up his hat to give the Detective a better look at his face. "I am the sheriff." The British man brightened up with joy, leaning in towards the Sheriff that had Todd nearly climbing over the counter to give him a piece of his mind. Fortunately, he held his temper. "Ah! Sheriff Thompson. I was told you'd be willing to help me-"
"Sorry kid, but you ain't gettin' your friend back" Thomas declared, his face was serious but emotionless. The stare he was giving the detective sent shivers down Todd's spine. The chubby man frowned, tilting his head. "Why?"
Looking away, Thomas folded his arms. "This town's got enough problems as it is. I ain't got time to deal with yours." He sighed, shaking his head. Edward rubbed his chin, before perking up with interest. "Wait! What if I helped you clean up this town?" He chirped, giving Thomas a hopeful glare. "I don't need your help!" Thomas hissed in agitation, glaring at Edward. Todd only tilted his head back, watching the situation unravel. He had to admit - Thomas was a little spitfire.
Just then, a fellow citizen barged into the saloon, gripping tightly onto his hat. "Sheriff! Sheriff! The bandits stole all the nails!" His high-pitched voice screamed, Thomas' giving him a shocked expression. His face quickly dropped into annoyance, rolling his eyes. "Oh, I knew I should have nailed down those nails, they all called me crazy, but look what happens." Edward leaned in, resting his chin on Thomas' shoulder giving him puppy eyes. Leaning his head back, Thomas groaned. "Fine..." He groaned, rubbing his forehead. "Yay!" Edward piped, fist bumping the air. "Follow me." The sheriff grumbled leading the detective out of the saloon.
Todd stood behind the counter, looking blankly at the doors. He had a feeling Thomas wouldn't be coming around for a while.
//A/N: Sorry it's shitty XP