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Title: Open Up Your Skull, I’ll Be There
Author: [livejournal.com profile] fleurdelisee
Word Count: 5, 400
Rating: R
Pairing: Gabe/William
POV: 3rd.
Summary: William was 20 years old on the 10th of April 1912.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue. Some of the storyline was inspired by James Cameron’s. The title was taken from Climbing Up The Walls by Radiohead.
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] xiexiegirl. She did an awesome job. Feed her cookies.
Author Notes: Happy birthday [livejournal.com profile] devilswhore! The rest is at the end. I'm scared. Just read it.



William was 20 years old on the 10th of April 1912. In a year, he would inherit the millions his father left him when he died. He had spent the few last years in London but now that his father was dead, his mother wanted to go back to her world. He would have stayed longer; he would have stayed forever in London had it not been of the family business – his business, soon – back in Chicago and his place in Harvard for the upcoming fall.

Going back to the United States felt like a death penalty for him, a harsh return to reality and to a life he hated; a life of cocktails and mundane evenings, of cigars and horseback riding.

“So this is the famous Titanic? It looks smaller than the Mauritania,” he drawled as he got out of the car.

The harbor was terribly crowded, making it nearly impossible to move, let alone get to the boarding deck.

“Sweetheart, don’t be ridiculous. This is the greatest boat to ever sail the ocean. They say it is unsinkable. You imagine?”

His mother’s sermon would certainly sound better if he couldn’t hear the alcohol at the back of her voice. She had awful sea sickness and would therefore spend the entire trip half drunk. He would feel pity for her if she hadn’t always made sure to control his life until he couldn’t even choose his own clothes himself.

The boarding lasted an eternity and a half, which he spent trying to find a way to escape, any way. He was ready to jump in the ocean if he had to. As though she was sensing it, his mother kept a vice-like grip on his arm until he was settled in his cabin.

“Mister Beckett, sir, good morning. My name is Gabriel, I have been assigned to your service. Do you wish for anything?”

William turned from where he was trying to find a place to display his paintings to look at a tall man with a serious look that looked alien on his face. His large brown eyes and full lips seemed more appropriate at smirking than looking submissive.

“Call me William, will you? It’s a pleasure to meet you. You could—yes, help me decorate this room. It’s desperately boring.”

The wooden walls were lined with fine golden drawings. A large mantelpiece was the center of attention of the room and above it, a massive mirror. William caught a glimpse of himself in it, his pale skin looking even paler next to the golden hue of Gabriel’s skin. The man met his eyes in the mirror and smiled, white teeth displayed behind perfectly shaped lips. He was right; he looked more natural with a smile on his face.

“You like it?” William asked, after seeing Gabriel stare at a particular painting for a while.

“I love Picasso.”

“I’m surprised you know him.”

“Why? Because a room service boy wouldn’t know fine arts?” He paused and bit his lip. “Please excuse me, sir, this was inappropriate.”

“No, I deserved it,” William conceded. His mother always hated when he didn’t act like he was superior with employees, which was mostly why he did it.

“I love Picasso, too, he’s fascinating. You should find a few Monet and a Matisse, somewhere in one of those boxes. Discovering them really was the best part of spending six months in Paris.”

“I lived in Paris for two years,” the man said as he extracted a painting from its box before putting it against a wall. “I tried to make it as an artist but I wasn’t good enough. I could barely make a living out of it.”

“You will have to show me one day. I’m intrigued.”

Gabriel smiled and nodded. William smiled back and looked away, unable to explain why he was flustered. He still felt the gaze of the man on his back and crossed the room to try to gain his composure back.

“Si—William,” Gabriel began, hesitant to use his name. “We should go on the deck; the ship is about to depart.”

“I don’t have anyone to wave goodbye.”

“Me neither, but we have to do like everyone else. I’m sure you’ll be glad to wave England goodbye, too. I am.”

“Not really, no," he murmured, sounding sadder than he had intended. He bit his lip, feeling stupid under the steady gaze of the obviously older man.

Gabriel looked at him seriously, his brows furrowed and his mouth a tight line. He had always thought that people of the higher class were happier than the ones from where he was. Things always look prettier when seem from far away, he began to realize. The young man trying to act like an adult in front of him in his grown up clothes and with his serious faces was definitely and terribly unhappy with his life, yet if his sources were to be trusted, he had inherited enough money to feed everyone in Uruguay for two years.

"Let's go, Gabriel," William finally said, the sadness gone from his delicate features.

"Call me Gabe, please," Gabe said quickly before holding the door opened.

They were halfway down the hall when a screeching voice called for William. The man looked down and sighed longly.

"My mother," he began and to Gabe he sounded extremely tired. "Don't wait for me, you'll miss it. I'm sure you will find me later, it's your job."

Gabe gave him a comforting smile before heading for the main deck. He wrestled his way through the crowd and managed to reach Ryland, who was nonchalantly leaning against the railing.

"So, how's the rich brat?”

Ryland had been the only one patient enough to listen to him rant for half an hour when he had been told he would be working with one of the passengers instead of opening and closing the dining room door.

"He's fine. They put me with Beckett."

"The old man? I thought he had passed away two years ago."

"His son, William."

"Oh, really? You know what the rumors are, right? The ship hasn’t even sailed and people are already talking about him. I heard Guggenheim’s mistress herself – and we all know she’s not the one to gossip, huh – comment on how everyone is convinced he's actually inverted..."

Gabe’s attempt at quirking his eyebrow was lost when the ship shook as the engines roared to life. He grinned widely at Ryland as it began its slow departure from the harbor.

“Aren’t you going to wave?” he asked Ryland when he saw his friend watching the immense crowd down below.

“I don’t have anyone to wave goodbye.”

Gabe sighed. He was getting tired of everyone’s lack of imagination.

“We just have to pretend we know someone. You seem as upset to leave England as William did.”

“William? Already calling him by his name? Damn, you’re faster than I thought, Saporta.”

Gabe winked before joining the other passengers in their goodbyes.

-

William took another sip of his cup of tea, relishing in the sweet burning feeling down his throat. His mother had literally kidnapped him so he would join her for tea time at someone’s rich wife’s cabin. They had a daughter his age and that in itself was enough to make William want to run in the opposite direction.

The girl in question was maybe seventeen years old, with blond hair pulled up in a messy bun like every other girl always did; wearing a light pink dress like the ones every other girl always wore, with a forced smile and the apparent wit of a light bulb. She was the twentieth his mother wanted him to meet in hopes that one day he would ask one to marry him and conclude a family alliance, making him feel like no more than a dog that needed to be well bred.

He had felt the ship shaking when it sailed and had taken a overly large bite of his scone not to comment sharply on his disappointment to be stuck in a cabin when he could be enjoying the show out on the deck with Gabe—Gabriel. Familiarities were a bad idea. It would be so much easier if his previous butler hadn’t decided to resign and buy a cottage in Wales for the last few years he had to live. No unsettling room service boy and someone to save him from his mother’s inquiring eyes.

The little meeting was replaced by the dinner and it was even worse, now in a room filled with people eyeing him in jealousy of the fortune he had inherited. The hollow conversations of self-satisfied men discussing the demise of who used to be their friends were making him sick. He missed the months he had spent in Paris, unknown, careless and free. Inheriting his father’s fortune was the biggest curse to ever fall on him. Before, no one cared about him, he was free to go and do what he wanted to do; now, he was expected to become a serious businessman and replace his father. If it were only of him, he would sell the damn company and give away all that money. He hated that world.

-

Gabe was relaxing in the cold night air on the deck with Ryland and Alex. He hadn’t seen William at his cabin and had to wait for Ryland to tell him he was in the dining room to know that he had his evening off. Those high class people always took hours to eat.

“Hey, isn’t that your boss?” Alex commented lazily from where he was lying down on a bench.

Gabe sat up and looked in the direction of the running footsteps he could hear. He could make out a lanky silhouette getting nearer and nearer to the banister and an alarm signal went off in his head. He quickly got up and followed the path William had taken seconds ago.

He found him gripping the railing tightly, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the horizon. His knuckles were turning white while his face was turning red from the cold wind. His once perfectly kept hair was now falling in his face, giving him a juvenile look.

“William?” he tried slowly, not wanting to rush the man.

He turned his head towards him but didn’t seem to look at him. Gabe reached and put his hand on William’s upper arm. It seemed to bring back his focus.

“Is everything alright?”

“What do you think,” he snapped, his voice rough and choked.

He shook Gabe’s hold and leaned forward to rest his forehead on his hand, still gripping the railing. Just as Gabe was about to touch his shoulder, he straightened up and let go of the railing to stroke his cheek with the palm of his right hand while breathing quickly. Not even a second later he was gripping it again.

“William, seriously, what’s going on?”

“I’m pitiful, no? Poor little rich brat, what does he know about feeling horrible? His life is perfect, he has everything anyone could dream for and he finds a way to complain, right?”

“No, not at all. I think you have it harder than us. More pressure, you know? People expect you to meet some expectations.”

It took Gabe half an hour to get William to let go of the railing and go back to his room. Even once they were there, he still had that weird glow in his eyes that worried Gabe enough to ask about it. The answer he got was very unsatisfying and had it been someone else, he wouldn’t have pressed the issue and would have left for the night. Something about William made him prefer to stay and try to learn more; something like wanting to jump off a ship into the ocean.

“I’ll stay if you want.”

It took William a long time to answer but when he did, it was with a quick ‘alright’ and a thankful glance in his direction.

No one slept that night. They discussed for hours and even when Gabe felt he would collapse if he didn’t get some sleep soon, the positive way in which it seemed to affect William convinced him he had to stay. They talked about their lives, their dreams, their fears. Gabe showed William his drawings and he saw something sparkle in the younger man’s eyes when he looked over them. He made him promise he would draw him one day, a candid look in his eyes, innocence and honesty sketched all over his face.

-

The next day was spent in endless social meetings with everyone who mattered according to Mrs. Beckett. Faking smiles and interest was getting harder with every new person they met with. The only interesting – and quite scary, with what he learned about the safety boats – was with one of the architect of the boat. By the end of the day, William was comfortably tipsy from all the wine and gin he had been offered throughout the day. That’s why, when Gabe offered him to see what lower class socializing looked like, he agreed without hesitating.

Slouched back in a chair, his feet resting up on another one and a beer in hand, the heat from the dancing bodies making him comfortable and blurry; he was watching Gabe winning poker games over poker games with a smirk on his face and a blinding confidence. He had met Gabe’s crew friends, Ryland and Alex and Nate and Victoria (lovelylovelylovelyvictoria) and some other people whose names and faces were all confused in his inebriated mind.

People were trying to talk to him but he probably wasn’t really coherent because they quickly left him alone. Once in a while, Gabe would look his way and wink at him and it would leave a warm feeling in William’s chest. Gabe was really growing on him, as much as a friend than as—Gabe was nice.

The smile on William’s face every time their eyes met was bad for Gabe’s concentration. He quite enjoyed seeing the man relaxed and having fun. Everything was perfect until he fell to the ground in an attempt to get up. Gabe decided it was time he guided him back to his room before he hurt himself, which was very likely to happen in the next minute or so.

“Alright, William, I think it’s time you go to bed,” he said loud enough to cover the music.

William cheered and managed to pull himself up with a large, carefree smile. He staggered when he tried to move forward but Gabe caught him before he fell to the ground once again.

As frail as he might seem, half-carrying William to his room turned out to be more complicated than what he had planned. Between the man’s random spurs of giggles and his clumsy feet, Gabe was expecting to be found by someone important who knew William but they made it safely to his cabin.

The kiss William planted on his lips before collapsing in his bed definitely made his evening better. He would worry when he would sober up.

-

William made it a point to avoid Gabe the next day. He got up before he could come to his cabin to ask if he needed anything and thought he would be able to go through the day without seeing him until he walked to the front of the ship.

He could remember what had happened the night before. He could hardly believe he had done it. It was why he was trying to stay away from the man. He didn’t want to face him. That is why he had decided to walk all the way to the front of the ship. He was sure he wouldn’t find him there.

He saw the tall silhouette in the distance too late. His footsteps against the metal of the deck could be heard from far and Gabe had turned around before he could go elsewhere.

“Hi,” Gabe said softly, his voice almost lost in the wind.

William forced a smile and finished making his way over to him, cursing more than ever his education that had taught him to be polite, no matter what.

“Last night was great,” Gabe continued, leaning against the railing and looking out at the ocean.

“Yes, it was,” William politely replied. “I had too much to drink, though.”

Gabe turned around and met his eyes for a brief moment.

“What are you scared of?”

“I—I don’t know what you’re t-talking about,” he stuttered.

The question had taken him off guards; he hadn’t stuttered in years. Something about this man was throwing off the composure and the façade he was constantly working so hard to keep up.

“I have nothing to be scared of. I literally own the United States now. Nothing can scare me.”

“I’m not talking about power or wealth. I’m talking about something deep inside of you that you work so hard to hide from everyone; something that I trigger, maybe?”

“I don’t—How can you—No!”

“That was very eloquent, mister future lawyer.”

William stood there, his hand behind his back, not moving. He was the perfect picture of self-control. Inside, though, he was boiling from a rage he hadn’t felt since childhood; a puerile, immature desire to yell ‘shut up’ and hit him. He hated that Gabe could see inside of him.

“You know what people say about you. You heard the rumors, too,” Gabe continued, unfazed.

“What would that be?”

“People say that—“ he turned around, resting his elbows against the railing to properly look at William. “—you’re inverted. That means—“

“I know what it means.”

“—and from the way you acted with me last night, one would be tempted to prove them right.”

William took a deep breath, focusing on controlling his reaction and dosing his tone. No snapping, no insults, just a rational, witty comeback. No physical attacks, no yelling. He had to act like the perfect gentleman he had been brought up to be.

“Oh shut up,” he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What are you scared of?” Gabe asked again, walking closer. “I knew from the second I met you that you were more than what you were letting show. Seeing the world you come from, I can only guess that you have but read about such things – I saw the Oscar Wilde novel in your library – but it is clear to me that it’s there, somewhere deep inside of you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I saw the way you act around ladies. You couldn’t be any more bored. You find them uninteresting, don’t you? You always preferred the company of male companions? When you met me, something sparked into you, something you always denied but could not anymore?”

“I think you’re giving yourself much more importance than you actually have.”

“You really think so?”

William sighed really deeply. He closed his eyes to try to focus, just like he had been thought by this woman who went to India and claimed to know how to meditate or something.

When he opened them, Gabe was standing in front of him, very close and with a serious look on his face. The warm feeling of Gabe’s hand on his waist made his breath itch, but it was nothing compared to what it did when Gabe’s lips pressed against his.

“I want to show you something,” Gabe whispered against William’s lips and at this point, he would have been able to make him do whatever he wanted. “Close your eyes.”

William obeyed and felt Gabe guiding him somewhere. He helped him climb on what he guessed was the railing and seconds later, he could feel his warm body pressed against his.

“Open your eyes,” Gabe whispered, nibbling at his earlobe.

When William opened his eyes, the feeling he got must be the closest to flying he could ever get. He was standing at the very tip of the ship and with the help of Gabe, he opened his arms wide and faced the strong wind created by the speed.

“We’re the kings of the world!” Gabe shouted and William laughed loudly, freely.

-

At one point, Gabe had to get to work and William hadn’t noticed that he kind of became dependant of him in the past hours, god, but he didn’t know what he would do while the older man worked.

His mother brought him the answer by lecturing him for his friendship with crew members and his behaviors from last night that were reported to her and other things that William blocked out. He’d rather focus on what he would do when they would be in New York. He wouldn’t be able to avoid going to Harvard but he probably would be able to get Gabe to live nearby, paying him an apartment in Boston or even in Cambridge, that if they didn’t live together. At one point his mother would inquire about the lack of fiancée but he didn’t have to worry about this for now.

Basically, the picture was considerably brighter whenever he added Gabe to it.

It was only late in the evening that they met again. Gabe entered William’s cabin and found him sitting in comfortable looking chair, concentrated on a novel. When he heard the door closing, though, the man made his way over to him and kissed him hesitantly at first before really kissing him.

“You said you would draw me.”

“Now?”

“Yes, please,” William whispered, leading Gabe to another room and sitting him on a chair. “Wait here.”

When he came back, he was wearing a night robe and a crooked smirk.

“You said you were best at nudes, didn’t you?”

Gabe gulped, loudly.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he whispered before pushing the piece of clothing off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground.

Positioning himself on the couch was awkward but it was nothing compared to feeling Gabe’s eyes on his naked body. His heart was beating hard enough to be the only thing he could hear and his skin was covered in goosebumps and shivers, mostly from nerves.

He tried to wittily comment but the sounds only ever came out as strangled or stuttered. He wouldn’t be able to tell how long it lasted. When Gabe was done with the drawing, he got up and turned away from William who still hadn’t moved.

“Don’t go.”

William left the couch and put the night robe back on before moving in to kiss Gabe again. Now that he had agreed to show and accept that part of him, there was no way he wouldn’t enjoy it.

Gabe kissed back harder than before, pulling William in and holding him close. They moved back towards his bed and William let himself fall backwards on it, Gabe following him and covering him with his body.

Skin on skin felt even better than William could have ever dreamed of.

“Don’t worry,” Gabe whispered, kissing him softly. “I’ve done this before—Paris. It’ll be okay.”

The slow beginnings turned into harder strokes and more violent kisses and feelings that left William dizzy and wanting more. Their hips moving in time, the diminishing pain that feltsogood, all of it escalading to the point where is was too much and just when he thought he had reached the top of what the human body could feel he reached that other level and the sensation overload had him moaning and choking out Gabe’s name, kissing him wherever he could as he came down from his orgasm.

They were lying in bed, not talking, not kissing, just being together in the afterglow.

“I want to hear you sing,” Gabe whispered at one point. “You told me you liked to sing but no one let you do it. Sing for me.”

William smiled lazily, cleared his throat and began singing softly the first thing that came to his mind, a Spanish lullaby his nurse used to sing to him. The use of his mother tongue had Gabe pulling him in closer and holding him tightly, hiding his face in his neck.

Their moment was killed when they heard the engines dying down and starting again in a way that sounded like it came from the deepest pits of hell. Not long after, the ship shook violently.

“We hit something,” Gabe said sharply, sitting up.

“Why do you—“

“William. I heard the operators. There were warnings of icebergs and the captain did nothing about it. I was there, I heard it. We hit one.”

“Don’t be silly, even if we did, this boat is unsinkable.”

“Get dressed. If it isn't as they say, I need to get you on a life boat.”

He was really looking worried as he jumped in his uniform. William crossed his room quickly and began putting on his clothes. As soon as he was dressed, Gabe threw a coat over his shoulders and they left the room. Several people were looking out their rooms, inquiring about what had happened. They began running down the hallway and saw several crew members trying to hide their worried look. They crossed Ryland who whispered something to Gabe.

“We have to hurry. There are no—“ Gabe said when his friend was gone, running off to calm down other passengers.

“Not enough boats, I know. We have to get my mother. She’s drinking herself to sleep to fight seasickness. If the boat really is sinking, I need to get my mother to safety before I start worrying about myself.”

“Hurry,” Gabe said quickly. “Meet me at the grand stairway when you’re done. I’ll be waiting for you there.”

William began walking back towards his mother’s room but Gabe called him back. He hugged him and kissed him hurriedly before letting him go. As he was making his way to the room, he heard crew members starting to tell passengers to put on life vests and to escort women and children to the deck; that they had to evacuate the ship as quickly as possible.

He shook his mother awake and ignored her complaints.

“Mother, you have to hurry up. They’re evacuating the ship. We—we hit an iceberg and we’re sinking. They won’t tell you so, but I want you to know. Now get ready and put this on. I’ll wait for you in the hallway.”

She looked like she was about to protest but when he put on the light she saw the look on his face and turned serious. As soon as she was ready, he grabbed her by the arm and led her to the main deck.

“Alex!” he called when he recognized Gabe’s friend. “Alex, can you make sure my mother gets on a boat? I need to meet with Gabe.” He turned to his mother and hugged her. “Be careful.”

He began running away, hearing her call his name, but he didn’t turn around. He knew she was safe and that was enough.

“Bill!”

He sped up when he saw Gabe waiting for him with a life vest in his hands. He was already wearing one and he had a dark look on his face.

“They’re not letting any man on. I might be allowed to get on one to accompany passengers. I’ll try to get you on with me. I’m not letting you alone here.”

William was really appreciating his calm. He himself felt like he could scream and cry from how terrified he was. He had seen how the ship was lower on the water; he had heard about how the lower deck was getting flooded faster than anyone could have ever imagined. He wouldn’t be able to tell how long had passed since they had hit the iceberg, but if he knew one thing it was that the force of the impact meant the hole in the hull was surely big enough to cause the ship to sink in less than a few hours.

“I’m scared,” he whispered.

Gabe hugged him tightly, kissing the top of his head.

“Come on, Bill, we have to get back to the deck. The water will soon flood this place and they’ll run out of boats.”

He put his hand on his back and pushed him forward. They went back to the deck, leaving the relative quietude of grand hall to be met with the sheer panic filling the decks. People were running around, calling for relatives, men begging to be allowed on the boats.

“Alright, follow me. I have to find a boat where they need crew members.”

Gabe took a strong hold of his hand and pulled him forward as they ran. It’s all it seemed he had done ever since they left his cabin; running.

“There!” Gabe shouted and turned to his left. “Hey, Nate, need someone on there with you?”

Nate looked up from where he was helping two little girls on a boat and switched his gaze between Gabe and William.

“Gabe.” He kept looking back at Gabe as he helped other women on. “You cannot ask me that.”

Around them, people kept screaming and running but it seemed like time had stopped in that very moment, as they waited for Nate’s answer. His eyes traveled down to where they were holding hands and he suddenly looked terribly tired. Nate looked past them at the growing chaos, caused by everyone finally realizing what was happening. When he looked back at them, it was with a frown.

“Get on. Both of you. You see the four little girls over there? They were travelling alone to meet with their father in New York. You better take care of them. Have them sit on your lap so that’ll free up space.”

Thanking Nate over and over again, Gabe helped William on the boat before stepping in himself. He whispered something to the girls and they made their way over to them, fear etched over their faces.

“Alright, come over here ladies. We’ll make sure you get to your daddy safely.”

He sat the two youngest in William’s lap and took care of the two oldest, holding them close to keep them warm.

“Take care of my mother for me, alright?” Nate asked before starting to lower the boat.

“Nate! Don’t be stupid, get on here!” Gabe shouted.

“Gabe, stop. You’re making this harder for him. He’ll surely get on another boat and you’ll all meet in New York, but for now, you need to relax and be composed. There are seventy-two people here that need your guidance and your help.”

William couldn’t detach his eyes from the sinking ship as they glided away from it. The distress signal was casting a red glow over everyone’s faces and they all had the same look, one of guilt and fear. Gabe was back to his usual self, repeating comforting words over and over but it was barely covering the distant shouts. The cold was slowly making its way through their thin coats and William couldn’t feel his face anymore. The two little girls had fallen asleep on him.

In one last horrifying sight, the ship disappeared in the water and not long after, most of the shouts died down.

“We should go back,” William said after a while.

“We don’t have any room left. I would if we could, trust me.”

William closed his tired eyes and let himself be lulled by Gabe’s comforting words. He didn’t know what would happen, whether they would be rescued or not, but he was convinced that as long as he was with Gabe, he would be fine. He had saved his life twice in the span of three days. It would be fine.

-

Author's Note: I know, you asked for an angsty Brencer with porn. I give you an epic Gabilliam with no porn. But it's the Titanic AU we had fun planning! I had to do it.
For everyone else who isn't [livejournal.com profile] devilswhore, I'm sorry if I ruined it. I think I watched that movie too much. Sorry. Also, this was my first Gabilliam, ever. I'm still not really at ease with their characterization.

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Date: 2010-02-26 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xiexiegirl.livejournal.com
*is immature and claims FC* :D

I don't need cookies, the fic alone was enough. :)

And if this is what happens when you watch a movie too much, you and I are sitting down and watching Hitchhiker's Guide until our eyes bleed. :D

Date: 2010-02-26 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
No, you deserve cookies too because you endured my nervous ranting :P

Oh we sure are. *whips out towel*

Date: 2010-02-26 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] devilswhore-x.livejournal.com
omg this is mine and you stole FC. hate yoooou :P

Date: 2010-02-26 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
Hey, no fighting! :P

Date: 2010-02-26 04:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] papillonsoldier.livejournal.com
T_____T I rushed through to read it because I didn't want them to die!
So depressing, loved how you painted William and Gabe though!
Thanks for writing something so great :]

Date: 2010-02-26 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
Thank you!

I never would have been able to kill them O.O

Date: 2010-02-26 07:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nomusic-nolife9.livejournal.com
awww that was awesome. and sad, but awesome

Date: 2010-02-26 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
Thank you! <3

Date: 2010-02-27 07:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-bilvy.livejournal.com
.....omg. omg thank god. if one of them had been left behind i think i would have cried. it was when the ship got hit when i wanted to just run away in fear that the ending would be awful sad afsgdhgf

i love this so much. it's gorgeous and so well written <3

Date: 2010-02-27 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
I never would have been able to let one behind. They had to survive.

I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you! <3

Date: 2010-02-27 09:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] devilswhore-x.livejournal.com
OMG THIS IS SO AWESOME, I CAN'T EVEN.

My heart, I am so in love with this. It's amazing~~~ I can't thank you enough baby. ♥___♥

Also, I am super glad neither of them died. It would have broken my heart.

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE EVER!

Date: 2010-02-27 08:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
I'm so happy you liked it. So it was worth the delay?

Come on, silly, it's your bday fic. You really think I would have made someone die in your bday fic? :P

Yay!! <3

Date: 2010-02-27 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] devilswhore-x.livejournal.com
It was totally worth the wait! And you said it had no porn, but it totally had a nice hint of porn. It works. I think the porn-fucking-in-the-backseat-of-a-car-and-making-a-hand print-thing wouldn't have worked as well as the subtle porn you got going on here (lol my analysing skills are amazing)

I don't know how authentic you were gonna make it! xD

Seeing as I'm here, I'm totally gonna read it again <3

Date: 2010-02-27 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
I almost wanted to put that in but I was like : "yeah so no one's sent after William by his fiancé, they have no reason to run and hide through the ship and end up where they keep the cars so." :P

Not that authentic :P I mean, omg, killing Gabe? (or, you know, having to describe the way they felt when the ship was sinking and all that jazz was too much for the little time I had left :P)

<3

Date: 2010-02-28 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] devilswhore-x.livejournal.com
Yeah, it wouldn't go along with the story xD

omg I would cry like the stupid fangirl I am xD

<3

Date: 2010-02-28 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
I would have too, omg. It's hard being a fangirl.

<3

Date: 2010-02-28 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mitchiemarie.livejournal.com
oh my god.
I love that movie.
and just everything about the titanic.
I knew it was a titanic au as soon as I saw the words April 1912
I totally have that date memorized
I'm so glad that you didn't kill them off though!
I loved this <333333333

Date: 2010-03-01 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
Thank you!!
I love this movie so much, too, though I think it's kind of obvious after this :P

I couldn't have killed them. It would have break my heart.

<3

Date: 2010-03-01 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luvvera.livejournal.com
This was so amazing, especially for being your first Gabilliam. ♥
I was expecting a sad, heartwrenching ending, so I'm extremely happy that you left it right where you did, leaving us (or at least me) with the comforting feeling that they made it to NY. This was the happy ending the Titanic movie never had and that I needed desperately.
Best fic I've read in a while

Date: 2010-03-01 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!

I couldn't have killed one of them. I'm already killing characters in my BBB and I've had enough with that shit :P
(they do make it. they take an apartment in Cambridge, Massachussetts so William can go to Harvard like his mother wants him. they live happily together and during the summer to go to Uruguay to visit Gabe's family like the faily boyfriends that they are) :P

Date: 2010-03-01 04:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] faceoffamex.livejournal.com
so i usually don't comment on fics unless i absolutely love them. mean, i know.
but at least you know i absolutely love this. giiiirl, <3 you should write more gabilliam. your character of william makes me lol. and sweet!gabe is always perrrrfect. i'll stop ranting now. love love loved this<3 -mems-

Date: 2010-03-01 06:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
Don't worry, I'm the same, and to know that you loved mine enough to comment on it is the best compliment I could ever get.

I will write more Gabilliam. I'm becoming addicted to these two. They're so cute together :)

Thank you so much!! <3

Date: 2010-03-03 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cobraforlife.livejournal.com
oh my god. i thought they were going to die.
im happy theyre alive though :)


but... nate :'(

Date: 2010-03-03 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleurdelisee.livejournal.com
I never would have killed them, I would have cried way too much.

Err, Nate survives! He gets on another boat and he survives. :D
(actually, in my head I had William giving a boatload of money to his family so they could survive and they both felt incredibly guilty for him and had little memorial days and all that shit. I am such a sappy bitch :P)

Date: 2010-03-03 11:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cobraforlife.livejournal.com
:D

i like sappy.

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