GENRE: fluff, undercover/spy au, fake marriage au WARNINGS: none. NOTES: itsalwaysgaysnugglyducklingbrews_mikasasbabymama_ requested a part 2 ❤️💗💓 love u. this is going to be my first series bc there's definitely going to be more!!!!! pls hype up the next part here <33
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You had to admit, that seeing Charles in a Hawaiian shirt was something you never really expected - and he looked defiantly british and out of place in it (which you couldn't help but remind him thoroughly of despite how much he rolled his eyes). You were wearing a tennis dress, pulling your hair up so that you could put on the pink visor to match. Today was the day you met your targets, as those in charge of you had managed to get you into the same sports lessons as Sharipov's wife. You'd never been good at the game, but you supposed now would be a better time than ever to learn. You were technically on paid vacation, so you'd take what you could get when you weren't actively on the job.
"Here, I brought this from home," He remarked, and you didn't expect to turn around and see him holding a velvet jewelry box out toward you, "It'll go just perfectly with your dress," He remarked as if he wasn't passing you a family heirloom out of nowhere.
"Oh, Charles," You breathed out, not really sure if you wanted to see what was inside it at all. Just because you were pretending to be married, did not mean that he had to give you anything special - but his eyes were soft and adamant, and you could tell by the way he held it out that he wasn't going to accept no for an answer.
You're right, I'm not, he told you telepathically.
"You can just give me-" You paused as you opened it up, seeing what inside. A tennis bracelet, thin and delicate, encrusted in beautiful white diamond; it must have cost a fortune, and you'd never owned anything quite like it in your life, "This is . . ."
"Too much?" He asked with an amused tone, and when you finally looked back up at him, his lips were tilted into a tender smile, "I know. Take it."
Your fingers shook slightly as you lifted the item from its place, admiring it as it twinkled in the overhead lights. Charles gaze couldn't seem to leave you, adoring as he offered to help you put it on. As he managed to fix the clasp around your wrist, he said, "It was my mother's . . . I know she would've loved you."
You flushed at his words. He'd always been closer to his mother than his father; but even she was distant when he was a child - too rich, and too afraid of her son for her own good. He often remarked off-handedly about her, and you could tell that he missed her despite his difficult past. So you were surprised he'd give you something so special, particularly when it was hers. And the fact that Charles was acting like you were really together - telling you his mom would approve of you; you couldn't shake the butterflies from your stomach as you met his eyes.
