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2024-02-11
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And I Will Always Love You

Summary:

"Tonight I will declare my love with the most extravagant plan ever. A meal on a boat, a dance, some tears, and an “I love you, baby.” This is what happiness looks like."

Olly never expected to see David again after he pissed off Nick and Charlie for the last time. Let alone in a gay bar. David is determined to show Olly how much he has really changed.

“Therapy?” he asked as his face began to soften.

“Lots and lots of therapy.”

It will be outrageous, truly, truly, truly outrageous

Chapter 2 is Spoilery Fan Art from Skasi6

Notes:

Thank you for taking a chance on this story.

This fic is part of HSAO3 Most Outrageous Declaration of Love Challenge. The link is above. Please read all of these outrageous stories.

Thank you to MP84, justhowfastthenightchanges, and Chaotic_Mesh for general beta assistance. French assistance provided by infinite_reads and thoughtthedormouse.

English translation of French dialogue and spoilery CWs are in the end notes.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Tonight I will declare my love with the most extravagant plan ever. A meal on a boat, a dance, some tears, and an “I love you, baby.” This is what happiness looks like.

I was originally surprised when I saw him, but not as surprised as he was when he saw me doing a little honky-tonk two-step to some Hank Williams. It had been almost 5 years since I last spoke to our respective and respectably married brothers. That didn’t go too well, which was completely my fault. Hindsight is twenty-twenty and Oll’s hind looked absolutely delicious on the dance floor that day.

It was country night at the local gay bar, The Juicy Peach. It had originally been a century old pub called The Bear and The Cock. After Philippe and Alejandro purchased it and turned it into a gay pub, some of the older locals complained that the name reeked of homosexuality. For some reason, the old pensioners never complained when the pair changed the name. They probably never thought about peach as a euphemism.

Getting back to a specific peach, or rather the arse of a fantastic man, I was floored when I saw Oliver Spring shaking his rump in front of me. He had just come back from four years in the States attending the University of California Los Angeles where he was studying Finance and Video Production. 

After the song wrapped up, he came over with a smirk.

“I never expected to see you again after the blowup you had at the last family gathering, David. Especially not at a gay bar after the shit you threw at our brothers,” Oliver jabbed at me. 

“Nice to see you, too, Oliver,” I said while trying to keep my cool. “I spent the last few years figuring out why I was so angry at Nick and Charlie and everybody else.”

“And?” he challenged, without giving an inch.

“And I was a closet case who had abandonment issues from his absentee father, who believed I had to compete with Nick for our Mum’s affection and who displaced my fear and anger onto him,” I replied.

“Therapy?” he asked as his face began to soften.

“Lots and lots of therapy.”

And that was the beginning of David and Olly. Oliver had come out as bisexual while he was attending UCLA. When I asked him why he didn’t come out earlier, considering he was surrounded by Nick, Charlie, and the rest of that France Squad of theirs, it took a while before he answered me.

“I never thought about it, to be honest. I just thought that I wanted to be friends with everybody. Gemma and Emma in year 11 were so sweet. Thomas and William in year 12 would always make me smile. However, when I went to a burlesque show in Downtown LA with some friends from the dorms, I realized that the men and women were both so hot, especially the pair doing a cowboy-inspired rope routine. My senior year, I ended up in a throuple with Erik and Belinda who lived in a flat in West Hollywood.”

Olly’s journey to discovering his sexuality was a total shock, but it was only the first of a few over the next six months. A week after we reconnected, I won 150 million pounds from the EuroMillions. I guess my gambling addiction paid off more than the couple of bruised ribs a couple of years back after betting on a few too many rugby matches I lost. 

I decided to keep my winnings to myself, but guess who tried to get back into my life when he saw that I had a fuckton of money? Mon père. Oll and I had been dating for about 3 months when an unrecognised number from France rang.

“Bonjour…” I said tentatively. 

“David! C’est ton papa! Ça va? Nous n’avons pas parlé depuis trop longtemps !” 

“Bonjour, Stéphane. Je ne me souviens même pas de la dernière fois qu’on a parlé,” I replied as Oll looked at me with soft concern on his face. “Je mange avec un copain maintenant. Pourquoi tu m’appelle?”

“Je veux te féliciter de ton gain! C’est super chouette!”

Ah, yes. He only called to “congratulate me” on winning my prize. Oliver looked confused; while not totally proficient in the language, he did study some in secondary and in California, and he was part Spanish from the Spring side, so even if he didn’t get everything, he knew something was up.

“Comment l'as-tu appris? J’en ai parlé à personne, Stéphane.” I hadn’t told anybody yet, so he shouldn’t have known.

“Ta mère?” my father wagered.

“C’est pas possible.” I hung up and looked at my confused…boyfriend? I couldn't dwell on that right then.

“Your dad?”

I nodded a bit sheepishly.  “Yeah. He somehow found out that I… won the Lottery.”

“And here I was thinking you had become a prolific drug dealer, Davy,” Oliver chuckled at my look of surprise. “You don’t move into an expensive flat, get a brand new sports car, and book a suite for us on the concierge level of an Atlantis Caribbean cruise without the people around you becoming suspicious.” 

So here I am, on this boat in the Caribbean Sea, hoping this plan works. I called the owners of Atlantis, the company that is chartering this ship and hosting this queer cruise, with my idea. I arranged a cowboy-themed night with the best old school and campest country hits. After dinner but before (today’s) big dance party on the pool deck, there would be line and partner dancing in the Fun Zone. We needed a special guest performer and I told them that I would pay anything to get her on the boat and to perform.

We are eating an exquisite dinner at the Captain’s table in our most fringiest Western wear. Next we head over to the Fun Zone and spend most of the time on the dance floor, boot scootin’, trotting, and waltzing in our own little dreamland. There aren’t a lot of other people here, but the small crowd is having an amazing time.

The music stops and the lights go out except for two spotlit areas. I quickly hustle Oll and I into the one on the dance floor and instead of a track playing, live music flows into the room. 

“I love this song! It’s so romantic and heartbreaking,“ Olly enthuses as we begin to sway in the light.

If I should stay

Well I would only be in your way

Dolly Parton steps into the spotlight and continues singing as Oll freezes in my arms. She is resplendent in gold sequins and a massive blond wig. I hope I didn’t fuck this up. Olly looks at Dolly and then to me and then back at Dolly.    

And so I'll go, and yet I know

I'll think of you each step of the way

The light follows Dolly as she reaches us. I squeeze Olly and mouth along as Dolly softly sings the chorus:

And I will always love you

I will always love you

“Davy! Oh my god! Dolly!” 

I slide behind a tearful Olly and we continue to sway and listen to the lyrics. As the song ends, Olly freezes and turns to me.

“Are you breaking up with me, David, on a cruise ship in the middle of the Caribbean via Dolly Parton?!?” Olly asks, looking like a confused otter.

“No, you silly polecat! He hired me to tell you he will always love you,” Dolly tries to explain.

“But it’s a break-up song, Dolly!” Olly insists.

“I know!” Dolly replies as if it were self-evident. “I wrote the danged thing.” 

“Actually, Dolly, he’s right and you’re right. I will always love you, Oliver, but we both know that I'm not what you need ,” I clarify.

“Wait a cotton-picking minute, young man! You hired me, internationally renowned and beloved queer icon Dolly Parton, to break up with your boyfriend after a romantic dinner?” Dolly asks accusingly. If looks could strangle with a coat of many colours…

“Exactly!” I’m glad someone finally understands the plan.

“What the fuck, Davy! What the ever-loving fuck?!? You are so fucking twisted,” Olly shouts.

“Oh, I do wish you joy and I wish you happiness but above all this I wish you love … just not with me. Phillippe and I have been together for the past few months,” I tell him as his face turns a furious shade of red.

“Oliver, is it?” Oliver nods to Dolly. “Let’s leave this fucker. I’ve got a helicopter coming to pick me up. We’ll head over to Dollywood and find one of our dancers to help put this guy behind you. Go grab your passport and suitcase.”

Oliver glares at me silently before turning back to Dolly.

“It would be my pleasure, Dolly Parton,” he says, looping his arm with hers and striding out. I pull the phone from my Levi’s 501s and dial.

“Phillippe? That all went perfectly to plan. I’ll be in our room in a few minutes. I love you, baby.”

Chapter 2: Why Did You Come Here Looking Like That [Fanart by Skasi6]

Summary:

This chapter only includes some spoilery art by Skasi6.

Please read the story before clicking chapter 2 to see the art. Otherwise, why did you come here looking like that?

David and Oliver met again at a gay bar years after David blew up his relationship with Nick & Charlie. After some time together, it's time for an outrageous confession.

Chapter Text

Thank you Skasi6!

They also added some art for the following stories.

Restart: A Sentient Universe (Explicit) - A mind-bending search for sentience.

South of 55 Degrees South (General Audiences) - Nick & Charlie are the cutest gay penguins!

Notes:

I'm not going to say too much except that I didn't expect that ending when I started writing the story either. Sorry Dolly & Dolly & Dolly fans.

CW: Cheating. Breakup.

Below is the scene with David's dad translated into English.

“Hello…” I said tentatively.

“David! It's your papa! Alright? We haven't spoken in so long!”

“Hello, Stéphane. I don't remember when we last spoke,” I replied as Oll looked at me with soft concern on his face. “I'm eating with a friend(/boyfriend?) right now. Why are you calling?

“I want to congratulate you on your winnings! It's so awesome!”

Ah, yes. He only called to “congratulate me” on winning my prize. Oliver looked confused; while not totally proficient in the language, he did study some in secondary and in California, and he was part Spanish from the Spring side, so even if he didn’t get everything, he knew something was up.

“How did you find out about it? I didn't tell anyone, Stéphane.” I hadn’t told anybody yet, so he shouldn’t have known.

“Your mom?” my father wagered.

“That's not possible.” I hung up and looked at my confused…boyfriend? I couldn't dwell on that right then.