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jobrookekarev · 8 months

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Yearning For A Dream

Chapter One of One

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Summary: After falling asleep alongside Link, worried that Alex has left her, Jo wakes up in the middle of the night to Alex kissing her cheek and telling her he is home. But in the morning she struggles to find him and wonders if it was all a dream.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson and Atticus Lincoln/Amelia Shepherd (Mentioned).

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Atticus Lincoln.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Pregnancy, Happy Ending, Canon Compliant, but I fixed it and added a baby to make it better!

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Jo barely listened to her mother-in-law's words as Helen spoke to comfort her. Yet nothing Helen said reassured her. All Jo could think about was Alex as she tried to figure out where he was. Helen said she hadn't seen Alex for weeks and thought that he had gone home to her after helping to fix the roof.

“Oh I'm sorry dear I'm rambling again,” Helen said as she paused, and Jo came back to the conversation when the silence ran on.

“It's just been a long day,” Jo said, letting out a breath and wishing she could let out all of her worries with it but they stuck inside her stomach like she swallowed a bottle of glue.

“But I'm sure Alex has a good reason for being away and perhaps his phone just isn't working,” Helen said, trying to stay cheerful in her explanation.

“Yeah, thanks,” Jo said, although she barely heard what Helen had said.

“Well, I'll let you go, dear and I'll call Alex and tell him to talk to his wife,” Helen said as if a scolding from his mother could make Alex reappear in her life.

“Thank you, Helen,” Jo said as she tried to think of anything else to say but the words evaded her.

“Well I hope you do call again soon, I love you,” Helen said, sincere in a way that a mother would be.

“Yeah, love you too, bye,” Jo said as she quickly hung up the phone.

She stared at the screen again. It was a picture of her and Alex and she quickly pulled up his number again, but she hovered her finger over the call button. There was a list of calls going to Alex and she was sure his voicemail was full by now, yet she still felt the urge to leave him one more message.

Jo stared at the other thing sitting in front of her, the ultrasound photo she had gotten that evening from Carina. She had insisted upon it and all but forced Jo into her office to at least take a pregnancy test. Jo e has suspected she was pregnant but hadn't taken a test as she was more worried about her husband. There was something about seeing her baby that made everything so real and terrifying. Without Alex, this was all the more complicated and she couldn't do this without him. She didn't want to. Yet here she was, faced with that possibility.

Jo let out a breath again, this one shaky and nearly filled with tears but she had none left to cry as there was no water left in her eyes. So she just stared at the ultrasound and her phone, waiting for the universe to send her a sign. Suddenly there was the sound of someone stomping the snow off their feet and coming up the stairs. Jo leaped up, there it was, there was Alex, he was home. She ran to answer the door, pulling it open with hopefulness in her heart, however, it quickly disappeared when she saw Link.

His black jacket was covered in snow and he was holding a bag and a box of donuts. His mood was as depressing as hers was. He frowned and came into the loft without waiting for her to invite him in.

“Misery loves company, so I brought donuts and despair,” Link said as he passed her without a second glance and he went over to the kitchen.

Jo looked back at him as her mind swirled. Where was Alex? Why wasn't that him at the door? What would happen to her without him? The disappointment nearly drowned her like a wave. Link put the donuts down on the kitchen counter and finally noticed her still standing in the entryway.

“Jo ?”

“I, I thought you were him,” Jo said, and she didn't need to say who for Link to know she was talking about Alex.

Link sighed and looked over at her with a frown. “I'm sorry.”

“He left me,” Jo said looking around at his empty place in the loft, believing he was gone.

“No, he didn't,” Link said, quickly reassuring her like everybody had done the past few days.

They all told her over and over again that Alex wouldn't leave her, that he wasn't like that. Everybody from Meredith to Link to Owen and Jackson has said the same thing. But Jo wasn't sure of their reassurance, and she truly didn't believe it now.

“I think he did, I think he woke up one day and felt the need to escape his life… and me. I called his mom,” Jo said, finally looking at Link for the first time and taking a step toward him. “He wasn't there. He hasn't been there in weeks. And I’m, I'm pregnant. And I can't do this without him. He left me… pregnant... And now I can't, I can't breathe.”

Jo gasped for breath, struggling to take in air as she broke down again. She started to cry, letting herself fall apart as she dissolved into tears. Link rushed over and hugged her, sweeping her into his arms and stopping her from falling to her knees as he held her. She cried, and cried, and cried. That's all she could do because Alex was gone and she was pregnant. All she wanted was her husband, but she didn't have him. She knew the baby in her belly needed her, but Jo couldn't do this without him. She was so scared and she couldn't breathe.

Somehow Link carried her to bed and wrapped his arms around her as she cried. The tears took the rest of her energy as she cried herself to sleep, knowing that tomorrow wouldn't be any better.

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“I missed you.”

The words drifted into Jo's sleep and gently woke her. She felt warmth against her cheek as a pair of lips kissed her.

“Alex,” Jo whispered, opening her eyes to see his brown eyes as his lips gave her a gentle smile.

“I love you,” Alex said, kissing her again, this time on her lips as Jo closed her eyes and kissed him back sleepily

“Go back to sleep,” Alex said, pulling back and kissing her cheek again. “I'm going to sleep on the couch but I'll be here when you wake up.”

“Okay,” Jo mumbled, closing her eyes again, already half asleep surrounded by his warmth.

She fell asleep again all too quickly and dreamed of Alex and their baby playing in the loft. Their baby laughed and played with cars on the rug. Jo laughed too as she sat in Alex's lap as he held her from behind, his warm arms around her. She woke up with the same warmth surrounding her and she smiled, feeling Alex's arms around her waist.

As she rolled over and buried her nose into his chest, she took a deep breath in, however, she didn't smell Alex. She opened her eyes and realized that it was Link curled up against her and snoring rather loudly. The smell of his cologne burned her sinuses and made her nauseous as she wrinkled her nose and rolled away.

‘Where's Alex?’ Jo thought as she blinked and looked around. He should be here, she thought as she got up, sitting up and looking around. But it was just the two of them and no one else was there. Jo threw off the covers and got up, quickly walking in a circle around the loft as she looked everywhere for Alex.

However, there wasn't even evidence that he'd been there. The couch was the same with the blankets and pillows as she had been sleeping there the past couple of nights. She went to the entryway and looked for his shoes, his bag, his coat, anything, but none of it was there. Jo went to the bathroom only to see his toothbrush was there, untouched in the cup. Even the shower was dry and only her towels hung on the rack. She checked the laundry hamper only to find the same emptiness.

“Alex, where are you?” Jo called out to him as she came back out to the empty loft.

She ducked into the kitchen to see but there was nothing other than her mac and cheese plates in the sink. Jo nearly cried as she looked around desperate to find him.

“What's going on Jo?” Link asked with a yawn as he stretched. “Alex's not here? What are you doing?”

“He was here!” Jo insisted, going over to him. “I remember waking up in the middle of the night and he kissed me and he was home. He was home.”

Link looked around seeing the same empty loft that she did. “Jo, you must have dreamed about him.”

“No, it was real,” Jo begged herself to believe it.

Jo pulled out her phone and looked at her last text messages from him. The last one was just the text message she had sent him of the picture of the pregnancy test. There was nothing, not even a reply. She quickly texted Meredith to see if she had heard from him. Surely she would have heard from Alex if he was back. Meredith texted back quickly that she hadn't heard from him either. Jo was devastated and she sank down onto the couch. She held her phone as she stared out into nothing.

“I'm sorry, Jo,” Link said as he sat down next to her putting an arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah,” Jo nodded, not really hearing him as she put her phone away and curled up, pulling up her legs and leaning back against the couch.

“Why don't I get us breakfast?” Link said, getting up before she responded, although she didn't stop them either.

Jo just sat on the couch and turned on the TV so there was something to do, something to listen to other than the emptiness in her heart. Soon enough she heard the coffee maker starting up and she knew Link was turned on a pan and she heard him rumbling around in the kitchen. He was the only one who could actually cook.

But then, the loft door opened.

Link looked up in surprise and Jo turned around to see the door slide open as Alex walked in. She was so stunned she just sat there and stared at him.

“Hey,” Alex said, greeting her with a smile before he looked over at Link. “Oh sorry, I was trying to surprise you.”

Alex held up the coffee tray and a bag from their favorite breakfast place. The loft was completely silent as Jo and Link just stared at him. Neither of them believed that he was standing there in front of him. Alex looked around at the both of them confused as to why his appearance was such a shock.

“I guess I should have left a note or something.” He barely got that last word out before Jo was flinging herself into his arms as she started crying in relief. She was pretty sure some of the coffee splashed on her, but she doesn't care. “I take it you really missed me.”

“I thought you left me,” Jo said as she held onto him, afraid he’d slip through her fingers again. “You didn't respond to my texts or calls, I haven’t heard from you in days and I thought you left!”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Alex said as he struggled to put down the coffee on the side table before he wrapped both of his arms around her as she held him close.

“I'm pregnant,” Jo whispered to him.

“I know,” Alex said, a little smile appearing across his lips as he kissed her forehead. “As soon as I saw your text I hopped on a plane and came home, I’m sorry. Everything in Iowa has been so much to deal with, but I can sort it out later. You need me more now.”

“Where's your bag and everything? I looked around for your stuff and nothing was there?” Jo said as she settled in his arms and relief filled her.

“I left my bag in my car last night, I was so tired and I just wanted to see you,” Alex said, as he pulled back and held her face with one hand looking at her with deep adoration.

Jo just nodded as she cried and Alex brushed away her tears with his thumb. She leaned in and kissed him again. Alex eagerly greeted her as she melted into him, feeling like she had her home back.

“You stop returning my calls, asshole. Don’t you can't ever do that again!” Jo said, pulling back as she hit his chest.

“I won't, I promise,” Alex said, sincere with his words as he looked deep into her eyes.

“And you are never going anywhere without me,” Jo said, tears still filling her eyes.

“That's fine by me,” Alex said, leaning in and kissing her again.

“I'm just going to let you two be,” Link said, grabbing a coffee and peeking in the bag and pulling out a donut before he left.

Jo and Alex barely acknowledged him and their kiss got heated as they reunited. Alex trailed his hands down her waist as Jo tangled her hands in his hair. However, Alex's destination was not her hips as his fingers ghosted across her stomach before he pulled back. He put his hands over his bump, feeling the outline of it in his hands.

“Oh my God, Jo ,” Alex said with wide eyes looking up at her. “When you said you were pregnant, I didn't think you were this far along. If I had known I never would have…”

He trailed off as Jo leaned in and kissed him again before she leaned her forehead against his. “It's okay, I didn't know until last night. You're here now and that's what matters.”

Alex nodded, leaned in and quickly kissed her again as he held her bump. “You've got to be at least 12 weeks along by now.”

“What no,” Jo said, shaking her head as she looked down at her stomach. “There's no way. I just found out yesterday it must be your big headed baby making its appearance.”

“I wouldn't be so sure about that. Wasn't your last period like 3 months ago?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow at her with a sneaky little smile.

“No, it was…” Jo trailed off as she tried to remember and quickly did the math in her head as her eyes went wide. “7 weeks ago.”

“So you're at least 9 weeks along,” Alex said with a little smile.

“I guess so,” Jo said a little in awe as she looked down at her bump.

Alex got down on his knees, pulling up her shirt as he revealed her skin to his eyes. Then he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her belly. Jo smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair. He looked up at her with so much love in his eyes. He would continue to stare at her that way and kiss her bump as it grew bigger, until their baby was born. And true to her word, she never let him travel without her again.

#jo wilson #alex karev #jolex #grey's anatomy #jo karev #otp: home and heart #my fanfiction #fanfiction #my work #my writing #grey's anatomy fanfic

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new-old-friend · 1 year

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#1 Here it begins #2 -> Here

Here it begins the wondrous tale of four friends, tied eachother by a gift called the echo and a blessing who would be the cause of countless troubles, various betrayals, a huge amount of fights and terrible losses, as well as amazing adventures, a lot of laughs, beautiful love stories and a new fantastic family.

Here it begins the stories of two miqo’te siblings, Lena and M’kenzie, and a lovely divorced couple of a viera named Kane, and a miqo’te by the name of Carina.

Hear… Feel… Think.

“…Hey. Hey, you!” A voice of a man called them all of a sudden and brought them back to the reality, waking up the four friends. “Y’all right?” They looked at eachother and nodded. “You were moanin’ something fierce for a while there.” Said the man. "Did you heard that too?" Kane turned to the his friends. "Hear..." Sighed M’kenzie, "Feel...", continued Lena "Think.", finished Carina. "Seems like we all had the same weird dream. Again." "You call them dreams, Carina, I call them allucinations." Replied Kane. Lena didn’t pay too much attention about the dream itself, but this time a new element was present, and that made her unconfortable. "Did you see a suspicious masked man in a black robe too?" "We should stop with these shared dreams, really." said M'kenzie annoyed. "Are you afraid that we may dig out some of your dirty secrets?" teased him Lena. "The only dirty thing you can dig out are a pair of socks from my bags, which I do not recommend it."

As they approached to the city of Ul’dah the old man started chatting with them “I wanna let ya’ know that from now on the trip to the city may not be continue as smooth as it was till now. Ya’ see-”. But just in the middle of the explanation four armed men suddenly intercepted the carriage. “As I was sayin’. Brass Blades.” Said the old man. “You there-” shouted one of those men riding a chockobo “halt!” The carriage driver wasn’t surprised at all of that interruption, more like annoyed since he already knew what would be the outcome. “What’s all this about?!” yelled the man while stopping his carriage. One of the men drew his sword “Inspection! Men, search the carriage!” he said. The merchant looked at them smiling bitterly “I’m just an honest peddler, friend. Don’t be too disappointed if you don’t find nothin’, eh?” “Mind your tounge, old man, lest I cut it out!” replied one of the armed men. Then, he took a little bag from his own satchel and shouted with an annoying smug grin on his face “Sir, look! Somnus!”. “Honest peddler, was it?” said the leader of the Brass Blades acting all disappointed “Since when do a honest merchant deals in prohibited herbs? You’re in a lot of trouble. You’ll rot in a dungeon till the end of your days… unless you can afford the fine.” “Here we go again, Ul'dah main business.” He replied while taking his purse. But when he was about to give the money to the man, an arrow pierced the wooden base of the carriage. “What in the seven hells was that?” Said Lena, more surprised than scared. “Amalj’aa! Amalj’aa! To arms! To arms!” shouted one of the men on the chockobo. “Damn… Consider this a warning! Now go - all of you!” Yelled the leader of the Brass Blades. The carriage departed as fast as it could, leaving the Brass and the Amalj’aa fighting eachother.

“Phew…” said the peddler breathing a sigh of relief “That kind of excitement ain’t good for the heart. As I said, they were the Brass Blades. Like common bandits, they are, only less honest. Thank the gods for sendin’ some beastmen to the rescue, eh!?” “Eh.” Replied M’kenzie a little bit confused. “Hey, seein’ as we’ve still got a long ride ahead, you mind keepin’ me company till we arrive? Them young’uns don’t much care for conversation, see.” He said looking at two teenegers twins who were half dozing near the end of the carriage. “Why, are the alive?” whispered Carina to Kane, looking at the twins, who had remained calm and collected for the entire lenght of that dangerous situation. “Most like, are they human beings?” replied Kane “I thought they were mammets.” “Brendt’s name, an’ peddlin’s me trade.” Continued the man. “Judgin’ by your unusual garments, I’ll wager you are adventurers.” “That’s correct.” Answered M’kenzie. “What’s unusual in my garnments?” said Lena, inspecting herself. “The miqo’te who’s wearing them.” He said snikering at his sister. “Very funny.” “Ah, adventurers. Goin’ wherever the wind blows, seekin’ fortune an’ glory-now that's what I call livin’! So long as you can avoid dyin’, I mean. Adventurin’s a risky business, but I’m sure ya’ know better than me.” “Yes, considering the warm welcome the Brass Blades gave us.” Said Lena. “Don’t interrupt the old man.” “You’re annoying, Kenzie.” Replied his sister. “You two bicker like brother an’ sister, am I right?" M’kenzie nodded. "And you, on the other hand, you two seems like a couple." "Half right." Said Kane "We were married." "We still love eachother, but in a different way now." Pointed out Carina. "An impressive bunch o’ folks, are ya’? What brings you to Ul'dah? Money? Glory? Power?" "Food." Said Lena "Shoes." Replied Kane "The weather, definitely." Aswered Carina "I'm just accompanying them. But I'll go with food too." added M’kenzie. “Well, once you’ll arrive in town, I suggest you to go to the Adventurers’ Guild. You can find out everythin’ you need to know about the adventurin’ business in there.”

For the rest of the trip Brendt gave them a very exhaustive, and exhausting, overview about Thanalan and Ul’dah. When they arrived at the gates of the city, the four friends got off of the carriage and took their bags.

“I want to give you an advice, adventurers." "No need, thank you." Said M’kenzie recalling his previous advice about the rest of their trip to Ul’dah "But I want to!" "It's not really necessary." Added Kane thinking the same thing as M’kenzie "I insist!" Carina and Lena looked at eachother sure that they also were having the same thought. "We don't!" said the latter. "Stay away from the affairs of the Sultanate, from the Syndacate and their Brass Blades and most of all from Lolorito Nanarito." "Thank you." Lena sighed and rolled her eyes "We should go, right? Goodbye old man!" The four adventurers waves farewell to Brendt, and then they went towards the entrance of the city. "You know that now we will definitely be dragged in some sort of shitty mess regarding the Sultanate, the Syndacate, the Brass Blades and this Lolorito guy?" Said M'kenzie. "I wanna go home." Replied Kane. Carina shaked her head "Don't be so pessimistic! We'll have fun, I'm sure of it!". And with a not insignificant volume of doubts and an equivalent quantity of excitement, they finally passed the gates of the city-state of Ul'dah.

"And now to the Adventurer’s-" said Lena just before being bumped by accident by a grizzled, handsome, guy. "I'm terribly sorry, my Lady." he bowed. "I hope you're fine, It would be a shame if I had hurt such a beautiful flower." Said the guy with a smooth voice. "No, no, I’m good, thanks!" Lena smiled sweetly and continued to walk towards the Adventurer’s Guild with her friends. The guy got mesmerized by her smile. "That was… unexpected." he said blushing. Suddenly a voice of a woman called him from afar. "Thancred, honey, we are waiting for you!" He looked at that beautiful girl he bumped in one last time and then ran to the woman who was calling him "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Ladies. Shall we go?" he said, putting his arms around two girls and walking to the opposite direction of the four adventurers.

None of them -not the four friends, nor the twins and neither the grizzled heartbreaker- could’ve ever imagined that the people they met that day will soon become their new family.

#ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv headcanon #ffxiv #ffxiv spoiler #new-old-friend

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soul-wanderer · 1 year

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06x14//Get It All Out - weekly recap

I’ll try to keep this a general recap and make separate posts for more in depth musings about certain topics on the show

- I am still loving those team bonding moments, even if they’re small

- I don’t even want to talk about this extremely stupid concussion storyline, because it was so comically bad, but here we are. Who thought they could get away with ten repetitions of “oh, Jack, are you okay?” without anyone doing anything, despite it being clear that he was, well, not okay? That was just ridiculous. And I’m annoyed he didn’t admit right away that he was responsible for the fire. Could have saved especially Andy a lot of trouble.

- Maya’s and Carina’s “first date” - was it kitschy? Absolutely. Which means it’s totally not my thing, but it was still cute, so I’ll allow it, especially because of Andy aptly pointing out how weird it was, and she was all around funny and cute about it

- Vic, the keeper of secrets. Still my favourite trope, hands down. Especially because this one had a good end, but it’s always extremely funny how she handles knowing things. Like trying to convince Andy that Eli wasn’t her type after all - that was such a pure Vic scene, and we deserve more of that, just like her listening to Travis rant and telling him that Eli has been dating Andy. Also, Vic calming Travis down and telling him to follow his own agenda - that was fantastic too.

- In general, I loved how Andy didn’t blame Travis and how Travis reassured her that he’d never do that to her. They could have gone full-blown drama but focused on their friendship instead, and it’s just what we need

- PSA: Married people are allowed to have friends that are the same gender as their partner. Carina was open about it, too, and I’m glad Maya accepted her explanation instead of giving in to her jealousy.

- Maya talking to Carina about the pictures and then going to Andy to talk to her about what to do. It shows Maya’s growth but also shows Maya supporting Andy AND most importantly it shows the moment Andy truly, fully realizes that Sullivan is not a good guy. I LOVED her anger. I LOVED her raw emotions. And I loved that Maya was just there for her. They can be reasonable about this later, but for now Andy just needs to be allowed to be angry and feel betrayed.

- Sullivan and Ross deserve their separate post, so I’ll keep it at “fuck Sullivan and his ego and his childish behaviour and everything he has done and keeps doing to the women on this show”. Ross deserves better. So much better than that.

- Same with Theo. He is clearly trying and sure he is trying too hard, but so did Maya when she was captain and the team still managed to forgive her and Maya still managed to relax and Theo deserves the chance, too. Which brings us to one of my favourite quotes and moments of the episode, with Travis being a freaking brilliant friend and telling Theo “No, you're not [screwing it up]. You're figuring it out. There's a big difference. You got this, man. You're a great firefighter. I'm proud to call you my captain.” which means a lot, coming from Travis, after everything they have been through in their friendship.

- Eli. Oh man, Eli. So he probably did not come from Dixon, but goodness knows he might go to him with all the intel he has now. I hope to be terribly wrong about this, but that would be one way to shut down 19 - and end the show if they have to. Needless to say, we are all NOT ready for that season finale. This is fine. Truly fine. Just fine.

- the garbage truck fire. Brilliant. Absolutely needed that comedic relief, especially with Andy’s remark and response to it

All in all it was a pretty brilliant episode, so kudos to the writers for giving us a balanced episode that had it all - even if they overdid it with the Jack storyline

#Station 19 #Andy Herrera #Theo Ruiz #Vic Hughes #Travis Montgomery #Maya Bishop #06x14 #weekly recap

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romerona · 1 year

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Chapter 5: Borrow books.

-In which the daughter of the Lord of Darkness who was born with the sole purpose of destroying the universe falls in love with Peter Parker.-

Masterlist

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Carina took a deep breath as soon as she took a step inside the library. She truly enjoyed the smell of old books, scented candles and burning incense. Arguably, she spends more time there than she did out in the world.

Her eyes travelled along the large wooden bookshelves of the library searching for Wong, but he wasn't anywhere in sight. Probably down at the master section, teaching a class or having a snack— she could go for a snack right about now too.

"Nice, right?" Carina said, looking back at Stephen, who was admiring the large library.

Stephen shrugged but nodded nonetheless. "Yeah, a bit dusty."

"The dust of thousands of years' worth of knowledge," Carina told him as she moved deeper inside the library.

"Thousand-year dust I believe." Muttered Stephen.

Carina was quick on her feet, moving eagerly to grab a few books from the shelves for Stephen.

"Right." She started as she moved along the bookshelves, leaving Stephen to stay by himself. "You should start with...." Carina stopped and popped her head out. "Wait, how many books do you want to read? Because there are quite a few and —"

"Just give me all of them."

Carina bit her lip, her gaze moved hesitantly to the books and then to Stephen. "There's no rush, you can take two at a time."

"I have a photographic memory and two doctorates." Stephen looked unamused but his tone held smugness. "I think I'll be alright."

Tutting, Carina nodded, holding back an eye roll. "Right... well then in that case you should start with the book of the invisible sun, great explanations about alchemy although a bit dated in my opinion."

She grabbed the leather cover book before moving towards another line, she stood on her tiptoes to grab another. "Then, codex imperium, the Roman law collection is interesting to read, and finally." Carina moved to grab her satchel and passed the books to Stephen. "My all-time favourite Astronomía Nova, I assure you after reading this one you'll look at the stars differently."

She took the large book out of it, she eagerly passed it to Stephen, who looked down at the three books in his hands.

"This is all?" He asked, sceptically.

Carina nodded solemnly. "For now, of course."

"I told you to—"

"You can't start with the others without reading this first, these books." She tapped the books on his hands. "Are the introduction to the arts, you can't start with more advance reading without knowing where it's based on."

Stephen sighs, nodding reluctantly. "I guess you're right."

"One would think with two doctorates you'll figure that on your own," Carina said, a soft teasing grin granting her face.

Stephen rolled his eyes but didn't reply to her teasing, he busies himself opening a book and looking over it.

"I guess this is the end of our tour." Muttered Carina, smiling politely at him again.

Stephen looked up at her, and he nodded. "I suppose it is."

"I do hope you don't get lost on your way back to your room," Carina said, as she turned on her heel and started to make her way out of the library. "But now that I know you've got a super memory I won't worry much."

"Yeah yeah." Stephen once again rolled his eyes. "I'll see you around kid."

Leaving the library, Carina moved quickly through the halls, she was late to class but thankfully the Professor have been informed beforehand she'll probably be late.

"Carina, finally here." The Professor said once she stepped inside the room. "The tour went well?"

The girl gave him a bashful smile and took her usual seat. "Yeah, all good sir."

"Poor guy," Eloise muttered rather loudly to her friend. "Had to spend his time with the walking failure."

The class chuckled, making Carina roll her eyes, face not changing, determined to not let them see the embarrassment and hurt.

"Enough Eloise." The Professor said sternly, looking around the class and forcing them to quiet down. "Let's continue with the class."

As the Professor was explaining the lesson, Carina sighed, leaning her face against her palm.

Her mind wandered as she fiddled with her pencil, she wondered what would it be like to be in a regular class, with people who didn't know about magic and her.

Carina often wondered about the kids from the outside world, the clueless ones, the ones that only worry would be an upcoming test or worrying to do the chores before their mother gets home or according to the magazines she reads, worrying about which belt went with the shoes. What would it feel like to be one of them?

The simplicity of it all was wishful thinking on her part, a distant dream. Because Carina Agamotto knew that with a second name like hers, she would never indulge in the privilege of living a simplistic existence.

Before she noticed, the class was over and the extraordinary one was starting, meaning she needed to go.

Ignoring the snickers and whispers of her classmates, Carina grabbed her things and walked away from the class, glad she didn't have to spend more time in that room.

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"How was class today?" asked the Ancient one as soon as Carina took a seat in front of her. Her clear eyes gazed over her face.

She shrugged, placing her satchel next to her as she grabbed the much-needed cup of tea, Camelia tea, one of her favourites along with Orthodox tea, the supreme always made sure she had some for her.

"Same as always." Said Carina, not meeting the eyes of the sorcerer. "Is there any honey?"

The supreme slides the small jar of golden goodness. "And how did it go with Strange?"

It took a moment for her to answer as she added the honey to her tea. "Strange is... Well, he's strange." She took a sip of her tea, the honey giving it just enough sweetness but not losing its earthy taste. "Arrogant, hot-headed..."

"I heard you gave him a few books, anything interesting?" The sorcerer asks, taking a sip of her tea.

Carina didn't even ask how she knew that knowing the Ancient One just knows things, not to mention she had several masters telling her what's happening around the sanctum.

"He seems... desperate to learn, to get back to his life, he said," Carina tells, head tilting to look at the supreme. "It's his hands, isn't it? He wants to fix them."

"He does." She confirms. "But I think he'll find more than the answer he's looking for."

Carina hums, nodding, taking another sip of the Camellia tea, but as she moved the cup back down she felt a quick yet hurtful stinging in her shoulder making her grunt softly and move her hand to her shoulder to rub it.

"What happened?" Asked the Ancient one, concerned eyes moving to her shoulder.

"I don't know," Carina answered trying to shrug, still rubbing her sore shoulder. "My shoulder has been bugging me..."

The Supreme moved towards her, eyes never leaving the place Carina's hand was touching. "Let me see... maybe I can help."

Carina, having no issues nor mistrust with the sorcerer, let her hand fall for the Ancient one to place hers on her shoulder, tilting her head for her to see better. She felt her fingers tracing a line going all the way to the back of her head, just where her spine meets her skull then up to the back of her ear.

"What is it?" Asked Carina softly, eyebrows furrowing in concern fidgeting with her necklace. "Is something wrong?"

There was a small pause from the older sorcerer as she removed her hand. "No, of course not." She smile down at Carina with that warmth she often does, the sorcerer moved her red hair from her back over her shoulder, before moving her hand to softly brush hair out of her face. "You are all right, little star, nothing tea and a good night of sleep can't fix."

Carina let out a breath of relief she didn't know she was holding before smiling up at the Ancient one. "Good."

"Yes, good, now shall we start with the meditation?" Said the Supreme, making Carina sigh yet nodding her head knowing she didn't have a choice.

"Fine."

Leaving her half-full cup of tea behind, Carina followed the Ancient to a part of the sanctum where the beautiful Himalaya could be observed, the only place she liked more than her new room, the two moved towards the pillows where they usually sit to meditate.

Tilting her head, to try and get rid of the annoying stinging Carina closed her violet eyes, inhaling the pure mountain air before exhaling it back.

"Remember your mantra." She heard the sorcerer say softly. "You're in control, little star."

Letting her mind go black she began. "I am in control."

And as Carina was connecting her body and soul, the careful yet sharp eyes of the Ancient one didn't leave her form.

The marks on her back, the evidence of who she was, who the Ancient One had been trying to keep on the loop from and what she represented.

Carina was the only variable of the equation that could change it all, future after future, the supreme couldn't see anything regarding the little star, the possibilities of her going rogue or staying good are uncertain, it was nerve-racking, and the only thing the sorcerer could do was lead her the right way for as long as she can.

A/N: Hope you enjoy the chapter. Please, tell me if you want to be tagged.

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A lady had arrived on the gloomy island and Birdie, like a little star, brightened up her surroundings with her chipper attitude. In an attempt to make friends with the really cool-lookin' lady, Birdie held out a bunch of carrots from the stem towards her in a peace offering. "For you, Miss! I grew these myself!" Under Mihawk's instruction, of course. A large smile was plastered across her face, "I'm Birdie. I hope we can be friends!" [in her Little Hawk verse]

Random Prompt (Always Accepting) ; @muselexum (Birdie)

Mihawk had given her a rough explanation to their newest resident, and couldn’t help having teased the man for his curious adoption methods.

‘You taking in strays Mihawk? My my, what will people say?’, He’d given her an annoyed look, huffing, ‘She’s outside.’

Naturally, he’d claim it as a coincidence or deny it all together--stubborn as he is but as honorable as ever, in his way... but if the girl was from a slave ship then there was no place safer then Mihawk’s castle---no one dared to pursue a man like him lightly. That was assuming they even knew the girls whereabouts or thought her to be dead. She perched herself onto one of the stone ledges, leg dangling precariously and the other propped up to rest her arm as she observed the scenery. The garden was coming along nicely, and it looked like the little one was helping.

Mishil felt a twinge of... something. Not pity. Not regret. A feeling she couldn’t place after summarizing the girl’s misfortune and luck. To lose family and home all at once... It struck a chord of familiarity. She hadn’t expected the girl to approach her first, let alone appear so energetic. Her smile certainly was sincere enough... But she looked like she still needed more feeding and growing to do.

❝ Birdie huh? Thanks, we can get Mihawk to make stew later with them.❞ She studied the vegetables, nose twitching as she sniffed. ❝ Nice and strong, hm. ❞ She didn’t look afraid of her--most were wary but maybe that was the benefit of being young. ❝ I’m-- ❞ She hesitated a moment, sighing before easing down her hood. Dark, scarlet hair spilled from over her shoulders and her gold eyes glinted. ❝ Mishil. Call me that. Now, I take it you’ve been helping Mihawk around huh? Noticed he’s a big ‘ol softy under all that grizzly bear growling? ❞

The girl giggled, no doubt imagining the fearsome man as the bear Mishil conjured. She gestured a mocking claw, until the girl laughed out loud. Mishil raised her hand, and lightly patted the top of the young girl’s head. ❝ Ah, there’s a good lass. Laughing and makin’ merry is how it should be at your age. ❞

❝ Do you know Mister Mihawk well? ❞

Mishil wrinkled her nose playfully, then gestured the girl to lean closer. ❝ I know his secret--and that is that he is.. ❞ She could hear the familiar steps of said man, as she grinned and whispered into the girl’s ear. ❝ Surprisingly ticklish. ❞ She caught Mihawk’s gaze over the girl’s head, catching the way he narrowed his gaze at her. Mishil blinked with mock innocence as the girl gasped in delight and covered her mouth. ❝ Really? ❞

❝ Mishil. ❞ She laughed at the low, warning drawl of her name. ❝ What? We’re bonding here Carina~! Lil’ Birdie here’s just showing off her carrots, good for some stew hm? ❞ He rolled his eyes, giving his head a shake. He made a gesture for them to follow, Mishil nudged Birdie ahead. ❝ Go take those into the kitchen for a wash, hm? ❞

❝ Yes’m. ❞ Birdie picked up her small basket of carrots and rushed inside with the energy and enthusiasm expected of a child her age. Boundless energy. Mishil fell into step beside him, and felt his fingers playfully tug at the length of her hair. His mouth brushed her ear, breath warm. ❝ Last I checked, you’re the ticklish one here. ❞ Skilled finger’s danced along her side and she inhaled sharply, quickly snatching his hand as she stifled a laugh. ❝ Dracule. ❞ He tickled her again until she squeaked and jolted against him. Mihawk dipped his head, stealing a kiss. ❝ Minx. Keep misbehaving and being ticklish will be the least of your worries. ❞

She thumped his chest lightly, ❝ Promises promises---but you’ve got to make dinner first, don’t keep the child waiting. ❞ Still, she did pause to squeeze his hand, her expression softening. ❝ Hey... It was good of you to save her. She’s a good kid. ❞

❝ Hm, you like her too? ❞

Mishil cleared her throat, veiling her own embarrassment. ❝ She’s very... Cheery... And sweet. ❞ And she liked this side of him... Not that she’d admit it.. yet. ❝ Now shoo, go prepare some delicious dinner while I get the table ready. ❞ He scoffed, ❝ Ordering me in my own castle? ❞

She passed him with a playful wink, ❝ Of course. I’m a pirate after all. ❞

#tw length #✝ ⌈ General ⏌ ― answered #muselexum #✝ ⌈ Romance ⏌ ― Mihawk #the beginning of a family dynamic here #birdie is so cute tho #lil bird under the care of two notorious af lethal people

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Station 19 - 4x12

#station19edit #station 19 #carina deluca #maya bishop #stefania spampinato #danielle savre #station 19 spoilers #femslash related stuff #carina x maya #marina #station 19 4x12 #awww #the rest of the phone call..#good explanation from carina #but maya cops and the justice system don't defend these bad apples because they're afraid to lose their jobs #they support them because they're racist #and genuinely think the bad apples did the right thing

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Top 5 Marina scenes in season 6.

Oh man okay! This is going to be tough since we've had some good ones especially in the second half.

6x15 - "Because I know from the first time I saw you in that bar, you’re the person I wanted to call." That whole last scene of the episode is just <3 perfect.

6x10 - "I am afraid that if I walk out that door, I don’t know when I’ll see you again." Love. And then Carina wiping the tear and the forehead kiss <3

The shower scene...no explanation needed!

Both scenes in the finale at their apartment...they basically go together so I'm counting them as one. They were just so happy and couldn't keep their hands off each other.

6x14 - "You are my conscience." "Can I take you out again?" "Maybe. Call me." 🥵🥰 in one.

Honorable mention: 6x13 - "Carina DeLuca, will you go on a date with me?" That whole scene is good too and was very important.

What about you?!

#asks #anon

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Everything’s A Mess (Ch 4)

A/N: This is kind of short and as always, idk if this story is even good or interesting. But, hope you enjoy! I’ll try and have a one shot up soon too.

“Amelia?”.

Shit.

He was walking towards her. Quickly.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice was not soft and concerned the way it used to be but instead, carried an almost accusatory tone, “Why are you in the gown? Where’s Scout?”.

Amelia groaned, not in the mood to have this conversation with him right now, “Scout’s fine. He’s at home with Maggie.”.

“And you?” Link raises his eyebrows as he moves to the side of her hospital bed, “I told you that you weren't taking care of yourself, Amelia, and now you're in the ER-”

“Alright, Link.” Amelia rolls her eyes, “Spare me the lecture.”.

“No, Amelia.” Link cuts her off, “I won't spare you the lecture. Us not being together doesn't mean I stop caring about you. We have a son together, Amelia and he needs his Mom. He needs you to be well and to be taking care of yourself and if you're in the ER right now, that’s clearly not happening. What the hell is going on?”

“Link, please.” Amelia slowly puts her head back on the pillow as the pain increases again. She presses a hand into her side, subtly, as she tries to not think about the fact she could be losing another baby. She feels Link’s eyes on her as he waits for her to give an explanation, “Amelia?”.

Amelia groans again, partly due to the shooting pain in her side and partly because this conversation was just adding to it, “I’m fine. You should get home.”

“You’re in the ER, you're not fine.” Link says sternly, gesturing to her as she lay in the hospital bed.

Silence falls over them as Link waits for an answer and Amelia tries to hold back her nausea while attempting to figure out her next move.

“Okay, Amelia! Let’s get you checked out!” Carina chirps as she pulls back the curtain to Amelia’s trauma bay, startling the two of them.

Link’s eyes follow the OB as she walks to Amelia’s side, pulling the ultrasound machine from the corner towards her. His eyes divert back to Amelia, eyebrows raised as he points to the other woman, “Why’s Carina here?”

Amelia throws her head back once more, making eye contact with Carina before releasing a breath she didn't realise she was holding and lifting her head to look at Link. He was still staring at her with confusion written all over his face, “Are you... Are you pregnant?”.

Carina clears her throat and turns on her heels, “I’ll give you two a minute.”.

Link’s eyes follow her as she leaves the bay. As soon as the curtain were closed again, he sharply turns back to face Amelia. She presses her hand into her abdomen again as another pain shot through it.

“So...” Link breaks the silence, “Are you pregnant?”

“Yes.”

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“Well, the baby looks to be fine. But, it does look like you may have a kidney infection which would explain the pain and vomiting.” Carina explains as she wipes the excess gel from the ultrasound probe, “We’ll get you admitted while we run the labs to confirm the infection.”

Carina offers Amelia a smile before walking away, leaving the two in silence. Amelia pulls the hospital gown back down, interlocking her fingers and resting her hands over her stomach.

“So, what?” Link breaks the silence, standing up from the chair beside her bed, “You just weren't going to tell me? You came in here thinking you were- and you didn't think I should know?”

“Can we not do this now, please.” Amelia says, looking up at the ceiling, “I don't know if you’ve noticed but I'm not feeling too great.”

“We need to have this conversation, Amelia.” Link crosses his arms against his chest, “And we will, Link. Just not right this second.”

“Now,” Amelia lifts her head to look at him, “If you want to go, then that’s fine, you can pick up Scout from Maggie on the way or stay at the apartment, I don't care, whatever you want.”

Amelia swallows hard as she watches Link take a seat again, beginning to open his mouth to protest. She cuts him off before he could, “If you’re staying then be helpful and pass me a bedpan because I am definitely going to puke again.”

Link clears his throat, standing up and picking up a pan from the table. He hands it to her before reclaiming his seat. His elbows sit on his knees as he puts his head in his hands, rubbing his forehead as they sit in silence. Before anything else could be said, a nurse was pulling back the curtain, ready to start Amelia’s admission process. Link stands up, moving to the other side of the bed to pick up her things to go with her,

“I’m staying.”

#amelink #amelink fanfic #amelink fics #amelink fic #amelink fanfics #amelinkfics #amelinkfanfics #amelia shepherd #Atticus Lincoln #atticus link #amelia shepherd and atticus lincoln #amelia x link #amelia and link #link and amelia #grey's anatomy #greys fics

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Stars Above

“I’m alright,” Harry says, the second Draco flies into the room. “I swear I’m alright.”

Draco’s on him in a second, wrapping his arms around him tightly and burying his face into his neck. Harry wraps his arms around him in return, squeezing, and notices Draco is thanking every deity he knows under his breath; he does it anytime Harry gets hurt during Auror missions.

Draco pulls away, searching Harry’s face frantically.

“I’m alright,” Harry repeats, even if he knows his husband won’t believe him.

“His chart,” Draco snaps, holding a hand out, and the healer-in-training in the room flinches back, looking more than a little terrified; Hary almost feels bad for the healers-in-training they appoint him. They're all terrified of Draco.

“Healer Potter-” the man squeaks; he cannot be much older than nineteen, and he looks desperately at Harry as though he can do anything. Harry wants to scoff. If he thinks he’s going to say a word against his husband when he will already be on his bad side for getting hurt, he’s wrong. “Healer Zabini told me not to-”

“Does it seem like I care what Blaise says?” Draco asks, sneering, and the healer-in-training sinks back further. “Are you more afraid of him, or of me?”

The answer is evident, because the guy begins to hand the chart over.

“Thank you for following my explicit instructions not to let Healer Potter terrify you into submission, Timothy,” Zabini drawls, stepping into the room, and Timothy draws back the chart, looking immensely relieved. “Draco, you’re not Potter’s healer, you know you can’t see his chart.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Draco tells him.

“And you’re never objective when it comes to your husband,” Zabini says, bored. “Now sit down.”

Draco scowls, but he does sit down next to Harry, in a big lime green armchair that’s as hideous and uncomfortable as the rest of St. Mungo��s.

“Potter was hit by a curse,” Zabini says, and Harry grimaces when Draco’s grip on his hand tightens; he won’t say a single thing until he knows Harry’s alright, but after that, he’ll be furious. “I’ve fixed the damage, and he’ll be alright, but he cannot go back to the Aurors for three months, and no fieldwork for another three months after that.”

Harry grimaces; he’s never kept away from his job that long, and he’s gotten hurt badly before. Right now, Draco must be imagining how bad it must’ve been to be getting these instructions from Zabini.

Because he’s a healer, he can likely give himself a good idea of what Harry’s initial condition was, and he squeezes Harry’s hand tighter anxiously, until the bones ache. Harry knows better than to complain, and only grimaces quietly.

“Healing spells fixed all of his internal damage, and I've fixed most of his injuries,” Zabini continues.

“Most?” Draco asks; he sounds frail, and Harry immediately squeezes his hand.

Zabini turns to Harry with a cocked eyebrow, and Harry grimaces but lifts his gown; the long gash across his torso is closed now, wrapped with gauze and bandages, but it’s not healing nearly as fast as it should be with magic.

“The curse won’t let the healing spells work properly there,” Zabini says; Harry thanks all gods that Draco can’t see the gash yet, because he thinks it’ll freak him out more. At home, Draco will be the one to clean and change his bandages, which means he’ll see it anyway, but Harry is – stupidly – hoping it might be better by then. “I’ve done muggle stitches, and I've used gauze and bandages to stop the bleeding, but we’ll have to wait for the wound to heal itself.”

“But I’ll be alright,” Harry says.

Both Zabini and Draco ignore him.

“His left leg was broken,” Zabini continues explaining, and Harry grimaces; he’d been hoping he wouldn’t tell Draco about that. “And I’ve healed them, but because of the curse the bone is weaker than it usually is, and he’ll need to be on crutches for the next few months.” He softens at the look on Draco’s face, and continues. “He’s going to be alright, Draco.”

Harry knows Zabini doesn’t like him; he hates how often he ends up here and that that upsets Draco, and he hates that he’s his healer. He’s the only Healer with as much experience as Draco, and Draco can’t heal him because they’re married, which means Zabini has two options: treat him, and know he’s in the best care possible, or turn him off to someone less experienced and know he might’ve treated him better. Zabini refuses to let anyone who’s not the best get his hands on his best friend’s husband, but he doesn’t like doing it himself, either, because if something happens – if Harry dies - then it’ll be on him.

Which means he hates Harry.

Harry doesn’t like him, either, so their relationship is simple enough. They only see each other when Harry almost dies, Zabini snaps at him for it, Harry tells him not to tell him what’s best for his husband because he knows, and Zabini reminds Harry – quite icily – that he was there as Draco’s friend before Harry was his husband and will be there long after.

And Harry hates the implication that they would separate. He loves Draco more than anything in the world, and Draco loves him, too.

“Alright,” Draco says, nodding. He trusts Zabini, and he looks a little bit calmer at the reassurance that he’ll be alright, even if Harry’s own reassurance did not make him feel better at all. “Thank you, Blaise.”

Zabini nods and smiles lightly. “I have to see my other patients. Usually I'd like to keep Potter here longer, but if you want to take him home, I can give you a list of what he needs and you can do it yourself. It’s basic, and any of the interns could do it, but I assume you don’t want that.”

“I don’t,” Draco agrees. “If I can do it at home, it’ll be more comfortable for the both of us. I’ve left Carina and Teddy with the Weaslette, and I don’t know how much longer she’ll hold out.”

Zabini nods and leaves, and Harry smirks lightly. “Ginny?”

“We were having lunch when Blaise called,” Draco says; out of everyone who Harry thought Draco would get along with when he met the Weasleys, Ginny wasn’t the person he expected, but that was what happened. They’d not only gotten along, but they'd become friends, and then great friends, and then best friends, and now, they get together every other day, even when Ginny’s in the middle of Quidditch season. “She took them home, but you know she hates babies.”

She does; the day Carina was born, a little over eleven months ago, Ginny saw her for the first time, wrinkled her nose, and said, ‘congratulations’ in a way that had made everyone laugh and Mrs. Weasley smack her. It’s hilarious how awkward she is around her, especially because she’s not that way around Teddy.

After Harry and Draco officially adopted Teddy, and the Weasleys had all gotten to know him, Ginny had practically fallen in love with Teddy; she’s taught him to fly, she takes him to the muggle aquarium, and she loves to pull pranks with him; with Carina, though, it’s as if Ginny’s afraid she’ll break her or something.

Harry’s hoping it’ll go away as Carina grows older.

“I do,” Harry says, smiling. Then he hesitates lightly. “Draco, love. Are you alright? You haven’t gotten angry yet.”

Draco gives him a look. “You’re injured.”

Harry really doesn’t feel that bad, but he’ll take any excuse to avoid Draco’s anger. He lifts his hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles. “Alright.”

“I’m going to be so angry at you when you’re not,” Draco warns him half-heartedly.

Harry laughs and kisses his palm. “Alright.”

“Oh, thank god.” Ginny hands Draco their screaming baby as soon as they’re through the door; Harry, who’s not supposed to be putting much weight on his leg – Zabini is afraid the bone might break again, even if he did say it was unlikely – uses his crutches to walk into the living room and grins brightly at her when she scowls at him. “What on earth could you do this time that made me take care of that for six hours?”

“That is my daughter,” Draco remarks lightly, rocking Carina in his arms; she immediately calms down, and both Ginny and Harry share a look. Harry, who has likely spent just as much time with Carina as Draco has, doesn’t understand how he does it. He’s been great with her since the start, understanding her in a way no one else does. If Harry’s being entirely honest, it makes him a little bit jealous.

He talks to her in the mornings and when he comes home from work; he asks for her opinion on things and carries full conversations with her even if all she does is non-sensical babbling and fussing. ‘I understand her, Potter’, he always says, when Harry snorts, and though Harry thinks it must be impossible, he really has no other explanation about how well they get along.

“That is a demon,” Ginny says vehemently. “She wouldn’t stop screaming!”

“She knows you don’t like her,” Harry says. He crutches closer to Draco, grabbing one of Carina’s small feet; she looks at him and squeals happily, reaching out for him to hold her.

Harry grins and sits down on their sofa, leaving his crutches on the side of it, and Draco smiles and hands her over once he’s settled. Harry begins bouncing her softly and cooing at her.

“Teddy, your dads are here!” Ginny calls up the stairs; they hear a muffled sound, and then Teddy’s excited steps down the stairs; a moment later, Teddy is launching himself through the air to cling to Draco, who catches him with a huff and a laugh.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he says, putting him down; he’s six now, and growing quickly, and he gives a gap-toothed grin. “How was your time with Aunt Ginny?”

“It was fun,” Teddy says; his hair is turning from turquoise to gold to pink quickly; he still doesn’t quite know how to control it, and it’s always amazing to see the way his features change, because it’s not just his hair.

Often, his eyes change color as well, or his skin; his nose has changed shape before, and so has his chin. Sometimes, he turns into a little Harry or Draco, often when he misses them. It always makes Harry’s heart clench.

“Right up until Nina started screaming.” Teddy’s wrinkling his nose, and Harry huffs out a peal of laughter. He used to have a hard time pronouncing r’s, and Carina had been too hard for him to say; he’d started calling her Nina, and it stuck, even if he speaks better now.

“Dad!” Teddy turns excitedly towards him, running at full speed. “You’re back!”

“He’s hurt, Teddy,” Draco warns anxiously. “Nothing too rough.”

Teddy hugs Harry carefully, and Harry smiles fondly. Even if he does think Draco worries too much, he appreciates him stopping Teddy from ramming into his stomach at full speed; it probably would’ve opened his stitches.

After making sure that hugging their children hasn’t somehow harmed Harry, Draco walks over to Ginny, who’s already putting on her coat next to the door. “Would you like to stay for coffee? I promise I'll keep her away from you.”

Ginny shakes her head. “No, I’m alright. I think I'll go snog Luna for a while and thank all gods she doesn’t want children.”

Draco laughs as Ginny practically runs out, and then turns back to Harry and Teddy; Harry’s making funny faces at their children while they giggle, and Draco can’t help but simply stare, for a moment. He never knew how much he could love this, all of this, until they’d first brought Teddy home and Draco had seen Harry hold their son in their living room for the first time and realized that they were the two most important people in his life.

A similar experience had followed Carina’s birth, when they’d brought her home and had sat Teddy on the couch, letting him hold her for the first time while Draco and Harry stood close, anxiously. Teddy had been very excited about being a big brother, and though Draco had thought it would fade, it didn’t.

He’s not very fond of the screaming at night – who is – but he enjoys playing with Carina, even though she can’t walk yet, and likes to get into screaming battles with her, of who can scream the loudest. The first time it had happened, Draco thought he’d be driven insane.

Carina kicks her little legs out, catching Harry in the stomach, which makes him wince; Draco’s moment is immediately broken, and he’s back into full healer-husband mode – Harry calls it that, Draco calls it ‘appropriate worrying because you’re a reckless idiot, Harry Potter’ - walking over quickly, ready to take Carina if Harry needs it.

“Do you feel alright?” he asks, shifting his weight and wringing his hands. “Does anything hurt? The potions should be acting alright, but I need you to tell me if you feel anything wrong-”

“Draco, I’m fine,” Harry says, smiling softly up at him; his husband worries about him so much, especially when he’s on an Auror mission or something goes wrong.

“But you’ll tell me if something’s wrong?” Draco pushes, chewing on his lower lip. He can’t help it; he’s the best damn healer in St. Mungo’s, and he knows how easily something can go wrong. A second is enough, and with unknown curses – well. It’s easy for something to slip past them.

He and Blaise miss it less often than others, which is why they’re both at the top of their field; Draco works in the Dark Curses and Magical Damage Division, and Blaise works in the Magical Poisons and Blood Curses Division; Draco grew up around dark magic, which gave him more knowledge than they ever teach in school, and Blaise’s mother had a garden entirely dedicated to undetectable poisons; it makes them both exceptional professionals in their area of expertise.

And, admittedly, sometimes outsiders.

But they have each other.

“Yes,” Harry agrees, as Teddy looks worriedly between them. “I swear I’ll tell you.”

Draco is only marginally calmed down by that.

Zabini said to change the bandages every twelve hours, and Draco does it like clockwork; Harry enjoys his husband’s undivided attention – as undivided as it can get with an eleven month old baby and a six year old son – and spending time with their children. His job keeps him busier than he’d like, and, when he’s not busy, Draco is, so they hadn’t spent much time together in a few months. Harry feels it keenly whenever Teddy and Draco talk about something he’s missed.

This, however, feels... well, good. He hasn’t been this pampered in ages.

“I told you not to strain yourself,” Draco snaps, rushing over and reaching for Harry’s mug, even if he has to climb onto the counter to do it and Harry can reach it from the floor.

“This hardly counts as a strain,” Harry argues, even if the stitches in his side did sting a bit when he stretched. The pain salves he’s applying and the potions Zabini has him on take most of the pain away, but he’s already had to stop taking two, so now he’s down to one pain numbing salve, three potions to prevent infections and the spreading of the curse, and a bone-strengthening potion that tastes awful; though the salve only gets rid of the pain for roughly six hours, he can only apply it every eight. Draco’s very strict about that, too.

“I count it, so it is.” Draco’s frown is deep as he gives Harry the mug and puts the kettle on. “You’re not allowed to drink coffee with the potions. Tea?”

“Fine,” Harry says, pouting. He likes coffee much better than tea, but he knows Draco will never let him get away with it. “Where’s Carina?”

“In her playpen.”

“Alone?” Harry asks.

“I have a charm on her,” Draco says. “I only left her alone to make sure you weren’t drinking coffee.”

Harry smiles sheepishly – that had been, in fact, his plan – and Draco rolls his eyes and raises an eyebrow, as if daring him to deny it.

“And Teddy?” he asks, instead of giving Draco the satisfaction.

“In his room, coloring,” Draco says. “I promised we’d watch Tangled with him later.”

Tangled is Teddy’s favorite movie, and they watch it – easily - seven times a week; to be fair, Draco watches it more than Harry does, because he doesn’t leave on missions like Harry does; sometimes, when Harry gets back from a hard mission or they’ve had a fight and they’re lying in bed together, quiet, stressed, and feeling like there’s kilometers between them, Draco recites the movie until Harry begins laughing so hard he cries.

Or kisses him to shut him up. Either option is good.

“I should be putting Carina down for a nap in a few minutes.” He gives Harry an imperious look. “If I leave you alone, will you do anything you shouldn’t?”

“Of course not,” Harry says, mock-appalled. “I’m not a child.”

“No, you’re just a reckless idiot,” Draco says. Harry makes an insulted noise, and Draco stands on his tiptoes and presses a kiss to the edge of his lips. “I’ll put Carina down for a nap and go get Teddy. When I come back, you better be only drinking tea.”

Harry grumbles an agreement.

Draco doesn’t return in half an hour; Harry sits on the kitchen drinking his tasteless tea – Draco can call him a Neanderthal all he likes, but the fact is tea doesn’t taste like anything and Draco’s just too posh to admit coffee’s better – but begins to get antsy when Draco doesn’t immediately come down.

What if something’s happened? His traitorous brain whispers. What if there’s a dark wizard in the house? What if someone’s heard you’re healing and has decided to take this chance to attack? What if Draco’s dead?

His heart begins pounding immediately, Auror instincts back in full alert, but he takes a deep breath and forces himself to calm down; there is no reason for anything to be wrong. Draco is an excellent duelist, he doesn’t hear Carina crying, Teddy hasn’t made a sound, he never heard any sort of suspicious noise, and there are no dark wizards that he caught that have recently gotten out of Azkaban, or made any threats, and they usually like to do that. Draco might very well be simply in Carina’s nursery, watching her sleep; he does that lately.

He walks up the stairs slowly, and finds Carina’s nursery door slightly ajar; he limps towards it – his crutches make too much noise, and he didn’t want to alert anyone in case there was someone in the house – and pushes it wider, just until he can see inside. The sight makes his heart jump: his husband, sitting cross legged on their rocking chair, with Carina in his arms; lit up animal figures chase each other above her head in circles, and she looks entranced, her huge eyes following the golden light.

As he leans closer, Harry realizes Draco’s singing.

"Constant as the stars above

Always know that you are loved

And my love shining in you

Will help you make your dreams come true

Will help your dreams come true."

Harry has never heard Draco singing a lullaby before; that’s usually more his kind of thing. He never knew any lullabies because the Dursleys didn’t sing to him, and he refuses to sing the ones they sang to Dudley because the reminder is unwelcome, but he’s learned new ones, specifically for his children.

Draco, however, doesn’t sing, or at least Harry thought he didn’t; he likes showering Carina with kisses and compliments, holding full conversations with her about the strangest things; his patients, the latest book he’s read, telly shows and issues with the Ministry as though she will understand him and be able to provide an opinion. Harry is usually the one to read and sing to her, or play ‘silly baby games’, as Draco calls them, and Draco always rolls his eyes and calls them ridiculous and Harry could almost be offended, except Draco gets that adoring look on his face and goes soft all over whenever Harry does any of it and Harry loves it, loves him.

He was the same way with Teddy; carrying out full conversations about things even Harry didn’t understand. Patients, and curses, and epiphanies he’d had at work that lead to life-saving treatments. Even full of love, it’s always clinical, and distinctly adult.

The lullaby is low, and sweet, and Harry can’t bring himself to interrupt. When Draco’s done singing, he begins rocking Carina, the lit figures above her head continuing their little dance. She giggles, even as her eyes become droopy.

“Did you like that, sweetheart?” Draco coos sweetly; he likes to pretend he’s not as soft and kind as Harry is, but Harry knows for a fact he secretly is. Even sweeter, Harry would say, but Draco wouldn’t like that, and Harry doesn’t fancy getting hexed, so he’s never said it out loud. “I know, I know, your daddy’s better at this than I am. Well, you’re lucky, because he’ll be staying here with us for the next few months. You can’t tell him, but I’m ecstatic about it. I’ve missed him a lot, and I didn’t want to tell him because he gets all sappy and silly, and tells me he loves me. I love that side of him, but if I tell him I'll never hear the end of it, and I have a reputation, so I can’t very well melt every time he looks at me-”

“You already do.” Harry cracks the door open, grinning, and Draco looks up at him; immediately, his cheeks flush a brilliant shade of red.

“What are you doing?” he asks defensively, cradling Carina closer. She’s fallen asleep, breathing soundly against Draco’s chest. “How much did you hear?”

“All of it,” Harry responds, grinning. “The lullaby, too.”

Draco’s cheeks go, if possible, even redder.

“It’s a family lullaby,” he defends weakly. “Because of the stars – I could never sing it to Teddy because it wouldn’t make sense-” Harry chuckles, and Draco shakes his head at himself, standing up and turning to Carina’s crib, trying to hide his blushing. “What are you even doing here? No strain, Harry. And where are your crutches?”

“Left them downstairs,” Harry admits, looking at his husband while he puts their daughter down for either a nap or the night; her sleeping schedule has been a little unpredictable lately, and Draco swears she sleeps better when Harry’s here, but Harry thinks that might just be him projecting. He knows Draco does sleep better when he’s here, resting instead of spending the night worrying about whether Harry will make it home and when. “I didn’t want to make any noise in case anything was wrong.”

“Why would anything be wrong?” Draco asks, frowning, while they walk out of Carina’s room together.

The truth is, nothing should be wrong, but there are certain things that come with being an Auror that Harry has gotten used to; paranoia, anxiety, worrying the second Draco doesn’t answer the floo, or if he hasn’t seen him in a while, or if he’s simply there sleeping and Harry realizes how much he loves him and how easily everything could be taken away.

He sees it every day, people never see it coming.

“No reason,” he says, as Draco helps him limp back towards the hall. They make their way to Teddy’s room.

“Tangled?” Teddy asks excitedly, the moment he sees them. Harry grins at him and nods, and he immediately runs past them, downstairs. “I’ll make popcorn!”

Harry and Draco laugh; with a hand around Draco’s shoulders and Draco’s hand around his waist, they make their way downstairs slowly; Zabini had been right about the bone, and it does feel different than walking usually does, unsteady and exhausting, so he allows Draco to take a good part of his weight.

Once they reach the living room, Harry drops himself on the couch, wincing when it pulls at the stitches in his stomach but relieved to be off his leg. “Come sit next to me. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“You haven’t stopped seeing me in the entire weekend,” Draco says, amused.

Still, he sits next to Harry, and lets him wrap his arms around him. Harry sometimes cannot believe they’re together; he kisses Draco’s hair, looks at his eyes, convinces himself this is real.

The fact that his life only gets better every day is something he never could’ve believed as a child.

“It’s never enough,” Harry says with a shrug, pressing a kiss to his husband’s lips.

Draco’s cheeks flush. “Sap.” Silence, and then. “I love you.”

Harry grins. “I love you, too.”

Harry kisses his husband again, and it’s perfect.

A moment later, of course, Teddy makes his way into the room, sees them, gags, and throws a handful of popcorn at them. Harry laughs while he pulls away.

Monday comes, and Harry expects Draco to leave. It’s odd enough that he didn’t have to go to St. Mungo’s in the weekend – because he’s the head of the Dark Curses and Magical Damage Division, he’s often needed, mostly by the Unspeakables, Aurors, or Curse Breakers. He actually has a contract with the Department of Mysteries as a part time consultant, because they need him so often – and Harry assumes that by the time he wakes up, Draco will be gone.

Instead, he wakes up and finds Draco staring at him widely.

He looks oddly soft in the mornings, hair mussed and expression open in a way it usually isn’t. Harry’s heart skips a beat when he sees him; it’s been almost five years since they’ve married, and Harry still doesn’t understand how he can love him so much.

Molly had told him it would pass; that he’d slowly get used to it, and eventually it would just be normal, but it’s not, it never has been; Harry feels more in love than he did that day, the day before, and he could never get used to it. He doesn’t want to get used to it. He can’t imagine looking at his husband and not feeling the butterflies in his stomach, the fluttering of his hands.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, voice rough from sleep. “Did you sleep through your alarm?”

It has never happened before, Draco doesn’t do that. Still, Harry thinks he might be exhausted; between taking care of Harry, and Carina, and Teddy – who's been having nightmares lately, and even though they usually take turns comforting him, lately only Draco has been doing it because Harry is away often, and when he’s not, he’s so out of loop with his family that he can’t calm Teddy down – he's barely slept, and though Harry knows he runs on coffee and anxious energy, it’s a lot, even for him.

“No,” Draco says; he’s flushing lightly, staring at Harry, and, a moment later, he rolls away and stands up, stretching. “Do you need help getting downstairs? I’ll grab Carina and make breakfast, and-”

“Draco,” Harry interrupts, looking at the clock. “It’s almost nine. You should be at work.”

“It’s alright,” Draco says, brushing him off. “I’ll meet you downstairs?”

“Draco-” But Draco’s already walking away, and Harry frowns.

He stands up and grabs his crutches, making his way downstairs slowly. By the time he makes his way to the kitchen, Draco’s done with breakfast – pancakes – and Carina’s squealing happily, sitting on his hip.

“Draco,” he says, again. “What’s going on? Why aren’t you going to work?”

“I took a few days off,” Draco says reluctantly.

“What?” Harry asks. “Why?”

Draco gives him a look. “You’re injured, and Carina’s here, and you can’t be running after her if-”

“She doesn’t even walk yet, Draco, I’d hardly have to run after her,” Harry says. He knows his husband worries – if Harry worries about intruders or Dark Wizards in the house, Draco worries about anything being even minimally wrong with their health – but he’d thought he’d convinced Draco that he’s fine. “And Teddy’s here. If there was anything I couldn’t do, he’d be very happy to help me with it.”

“You’re not supposed to do any fieldwork for the next six months,” Draco says. “And Teddy is six years old. He doesn’t know how to do anything.”

“I don’t think Auror fieldwork is quite the same as taking care of our children,” Harry says drily, making Draco cock an eyebrow at him. “And you should give Teddy more credit, he’s clever.”

Draco glares at him.

“What’s this really about?” Harry asks.

Draco sighs and walks over to the table, placing Carina in her high chair; Teddy isn’t due to wake up anytime soon, but Draco sets a place for him anyway. He'd had nightmares again last night, so he’ll most likely stay in bed until ten or eleven, trying to get some rest. Harry takes a seat, too, and summons his potions from the cabinet wandlessly. He thanks Draco when he sets a plate of pancakes in front of him, and then watches as he sits across from him with his own plate.

“Well,” Draco says, awkwardly. “I - I want us to adopt another baby.”

Harry’s fork stops halfway to his mouth; does he want another baby? Of course! He could have his own little Quidditch team of children for all he cares. Draco had been the one to avoid the subject several times since they adopted Carina, because – in his words - they both work too much and they already have two children and why would anyone have kids only to not see them sixteen hours a day?

“You do?”

Draco nods. “And I’ve been trying to talk to you about it, but I was scared you wouldn’t want to, and-”

“Of course I want to!” Harry says immediately. “You know I want a lot of kids, love, I just haven’t wanted to pressure you because you’ve been reluctant-”

“I know,” Draco interrupts. "And I can’t say I’m not anymore, because what if – well, what if it’s a mistake? We’re doing perfectly right now with Teddy and Carina, but what if we adopt another baby and ruin it all-”

“How could a new baby ruin anything?” Harry asks.

“Well, Teddy’s having nightmares more often than he used to,” Draco says. “Carina’s teething, you’re gone on missions more often than you’re not-” he seems to see the way Harry’s face morphs into guilt, because he rushes to continue. “Not that I'm in any way angry – I just mean – it might not be the best time for all of us, but it’s not that long until Teddy leaves for Hogwarts, and I think the house might be lonely-”

“Draco,” Harry interrupts. He thinks five more years until Teddy leaves for Hogwarts is still a long time, but he more than anyone knows how quickly time passes. “I know I'm gone a lot. And I know - I know it might not be the best time, but – well, there’s never a perfect time, you know?”

When they’d adopted Teddy, Draco had been still apprenticing as a Healer, and Harry had just been a junior Auror. Neither of them had had their lives together, and it had been hard, at the start, but after Tonks and Remus had died and Andromeda had told them she couldn’t handle a child any longer, there hadn’t been any other option. Then, with Carina, they’d both been in much better places – both with steady jobs, and incomes, and much more experience with babies now – but Draco had been up for a promotion, which had meant he’d been very stressed, and Harry was on desk duty because he’d failed to turn in his last three cases worth of paperwork, which had made him, well... irritable.

And right now... well, if Harry’s quite honest, he’s been considering quitting his job for a couple of months now. He’s one of the best Aurors in his field, and he enjoys it, he does, but coming back after long missions and realizing how out of pace he’s gotten with his family is never worth leaving them in the first place. Draco knows Teddy’s and Carina’s favorite foods, Draco knows what Teddy’s nightmares are about, Draco knows whether or not Carina has cried in the last three days because he’s there with her.

Harry’s not. And he misses his children, he misses his husband all the time; between them, he and Draco are rich enough that neither would have to work a day in their lives and they would still have more left for their children, and Harry would enjoy staying home with their kids for a while.

It would certainly help Draco.

“I know.” Draco’s chewing on his lower lip. “I know. But – well, maybe we should wait until Carina is older and-”

They’re interrupted when Teddy comes into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and looking around excitedly.

“Are there pancakes?” he asks. “I smelled syrup from upstairs.”

Harry laughs, and then laughs harder when Teddy spots the pancakes on the table; his face immediately brightens, and he climbs onto his chair and begins pulling pancakes onto his plate before drowning them in syrup.

“Teddy,” he says. Draco looks at him warningly, but Harry ignores him. “Your dad and I are thinking of adopting another baby. Would you like that? Another little boy or girl crawling around here?”

Teddy shrugs. “Sure. Can it be a boy this time? Carina screams too much.”

As if on cue, Carina squeals again and throws a piece of pancake at Teddy; it hits him right in the nose, and he shrugs as he puts it in his mouth.

“I think that’s just a baby thing, Teddy,” Harry says, amused. “But sure, we can adopt a boy.”

“If we adopt,” Draco says, pointedly. “There are a lot of things to talk about, first.”

“Talking is boring,” Teddy groans. “You can tell me when you’ve made a decision. Can I eat in front of the TV? I promise I won’t make a mess.”

“Fine,” Harry says. “But be careful.”

Teddy’s out of the room before Harry has even finished the sentence.

“Harry-” Draco begins, but is interrupted when Carina screams loudly, bursting into tears when she realizes her plate is empty.

“I’ll take her,” Harry says, standing and picking her up. There’s a clatter from the living room, and then a distinct ‘oh no’ from Teddy. “You go make sure Teddy’s alright.”

Draco nods.

Harry waits a few days before bringing it up again.

The best time to talk to Draco is when he’s changing Harry’s bandages and applying the salve, because he’s focused in a way that makes him unable to lie well. Harry’s not afraid of using that small piece of knowledge to his advantage.

“I was thinking,” he says; he’s sitting on the bed while Draco’s kneeling in front of him so he’s at eye-level with Harry’s wound. “About what you said the other day.”

“Yeah?” Draco mutters distractedly, probing at the wound gently to make sure everything is healing well. Honestly, Harry’s fine. He hardly feels it at all anymore, and the only reason he can’t go back to work now is because they don’t know how the curse might interact with other wounds if Harry gets hurt.

“About adopting another baby.”

“Oh,” Draco’s gentle probing stops, for a moment, and then he leans back on his heels. “I told you, we don’t need to do it right now. I know you love your job, and you’re busy, and-”

“Draco,” Harry interrupts. “I want to do it.”

“I know you do,” Draco insists, standing up and taking off the healer gloves. They’re magical surgical gloves that sterilize themselves before every new contact; they’re insanely expensive. Harry bought them for Draco when he graduated as a Healer, years ago, and he still treats them like they’re his most prized possession. “But we’re both busy people, I shouldn’t even have brought it up-”

“And I want to quit the Aurors,” Harry continues. Draco pauses in the middle of collecting the gauze, and stares at Harry with wide eyes.

“What?” he asks.

“I don’t like how often I’m away from you, and Teddy, and Carina,” Harry says. “You’ve been basically handling the kids on your own, and-”

“You know I don’t mind, I don’t want you to have to quit-”

“I know, and I don’t have to quit,” Harry says. “I want to. I want to help out more, I want a change in my job, and I don’t want Zabini glaring at me every other weekend because I almost died and he hates me for it.”

Draco chuckles lightly. “He does.”

“I know.” Harry smiles. “And I know you worry.”

“I would never ask you to quit your job.”

“You’re not,” Harry assures him. “I’m doing this because I want to, Draco, and because I think this is the best thing for us right now. McGonagall’s been offering me the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for ages. I might do that. I could floo home and back every day, every free hour.” He thinks about it. “I could even not do anything for a bit; it’s about time I take a break.”

From being chased by a psychopathic maniac who wanted to kill him to actively seeking out psychopathic maniacs who want to kill him to throw them in Azkaban, Harry’s barely had time to breathe, relax. He'll enjoy having some time to himself, spending time with his family; he thinks it might be exactly what he needs.

“Are you sure?” Draco asks hesitantly. “Because we can wait.”

Harry rolls his eyes and smiles, pulling his husband closer and kissing him silly, ignoring the pull of the stitches on his sides. “I’m sure, Draco. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Draco’s flushing brightly, a hand rubbing up and down Harry’s side gently. “So much.”

“So much,” Harry echoes, kissing him again.

They officially tell Teddy – and Carina, but she doesn’t quite understand – the next day, and Teddy’s happy enough to get another sibling, and he’s even happier that Harry will be staying home with them, jumping excitedly and immediately telling Harry about how many times they’ll be able to watch Tangled together with all the new time Harry’s going to have available for him.

Draco bursts out laughing at Harry’s face and kisses his hair when he stands.

“Your turn,” he says sweetly.

“I’ll get you back for this, Potter,” Harry tells him, scowling, but he really couldn’t be happier.

Teddy grins as he goes to grab the movie.

Ginny makes a face at their announcement, but the rest of the Weasleys seem excited for them; Draco grins and tells Ginny she’ll have to babysit this one, too, and that maybe she can turn them into a Quidditch prodigy.

Ginny’s entire face lights up at the idea.

They get their baby six months after Carina’s first birthday; Harry’s hands are shaking in the hospital, even though he’s been here before. Draco’s pacing up and down the hallway anxiously, thinking about how, though he walks these halls every day and faces much scarier things at work, having a baby unsteadies him much more.

When they give their baby to them – and it’s another boy, just like Teddy asked, even though they didn’t know at the time they chose to adopt him – the St. Mungo’s nurse smiles and tells them she knows they’ll take care of him.

Harry knows they will; they’ll love him forever.

“James?” he asks Draco, in a fragile voice. Holding his child for the first time is unlike any other experience in the world, nothing makes his heart pound like this, very nerve in his body alive.

“James.” Draco nods.

Harry kisses him, again and again, until they’re both crying and laughing and somehow the happiest they’ve been and it doesn’t stop, it only gets better from then, every day with their children and the Weasleys and their friends, all of it a miracle after everything they’ve been through.

Harry cannot believe this is his life.

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Freudian Zip (Yandere!Bucciarati x Reader)

You tried to escape Bucciarati’s suffocating love with the help of your fellow gang members. All of you failed miserably, and now they must watch you prove your worth.

NSFW

Warnings: Non-con, yandere, forced voyeurism, abuse, degradation, female pejoratives, cockwarming, choking

It doesn’t make sense, how it all went wrong so quickly. One moment you were running through the streets of Naples, broken and fearful but free.

The next, you were falling endlessly. He must have opened a hole in the ground before you. Always, always one step ahead.

Falling.

It must have been seconds but it felt like years. You had all the time in the world to wonder how he knew, how he managed to find you despite everyone’s help. With Fugo’s masterful scheming, the gang crafted a fool-proof plan to help you escape your captor’s clutches. It went off without a hitch.

Until your body came crashing back to him, back into the desk of Bruno Bucciarati.

You hit the solid wood with a sickening thud, sharp pain jolting through your spine. The world spins as your body bounces and lands on the floor. With the wind knocked out of you, all you can do is stare helplessly at the ceiling and let out a silent sob.

His form manifests above you, no doubt from an opening he made in one of the walls. He looks down at you with a cold expression. You flinch as he leans to hover over you, icy blue eyes glazed over in calculated rage. An explanation for what happened forms on your tongue.

Part of your fear isn’t only for yourself, but for the rest of your team as well. The last time you had tried to escape you were on your own. When you were caught, Bucciarati unzipped your limbs and left you in his bedroom for weeks. You knew you were a lost cause, that he would probably see fit to kill you for what you’ve done this time, but the others… What would he do to them?

“Bruno, it was all my idea, I’m so-” In a swift motion he zips your mouth shut and drags you up by your hair.

“You know what I hate the most in this world is a liar!” He shouts, pulling your hair until you give a muffled scream. “I lavish you, tesora mia, with anything you could want in this world. You have my kindness, my generosity, my love, and yet you see fit to continue to spit in my face! Not only that…” He drags you up and slams you into the desk so that you’re bent over for him. His strong thigh worms its way between your legs. “…you seduce my team to help you do it!”

Violently, you shake your head, wanting desperately to tell him that they had nothing to do with your escape. He flips you around with inhuman strength and slaps you hard across the face so hard that you see stars.

“Do not lie to me again, troia! I see the way they look at you, the way their eyes follow your body when you leave a room. I worked so hard to keep you safe from their insatiable lust for you, and how do you repay me? You go behind my back and give in to their desire?” He nearly growls into your ear. All you can do is sob at the accusations, knowing that a single shake of your head will result in more injury. With his free hand, Bucciarati unzips your pants and underwear so that they fall off to the side. He ignores your pitiful whines of protest.

“Why else would they agree to help you? You know you can’t hide anything from me. I know you spread your legs for them,” You hear another zip, and his thick, stiff cock slaps against your stomach, “Showed off your pussy to my men like a greedy little slut and entranced them to steal you away from me. Well, you’re all going to learn a valuable lesson. If you’re going to be a puttana then be one. But after today, everyone will know without a doubt that you’re mine.”

Bucciarati pulls away from you and drags you by the hair from his tear-stained desk to the center of his office. He zips off your shirt and bra before forcing you, naked, to kneel on the hardwood floor. You stay absolutely still, sobbing as he moves chairs from around the room in a row several feet in front of you.

There’s a knock at the door, and you freeze. A million possibilities flood your mind at once. You imagine Bucciarati unzipping and stringing Mista around the room by his entrails. You imagine him zipping Narancia and Fugo together into some kind of Cronenburg-esque monstrosity. In your mind, you see Abbacchio and Giorno dying slowly of starvation as he refuses to unzip their mouths for weeks.

“Come in,” He says sternly. You cry out for them to stop, but your mouth is still zipped tight.

“You wanted to see us, capo?” Fugo enters first and stops dead in his tracks when your eyes meet. Bucciarati orders him to enter and he reluctantly obeys. Mista follows, crestfallen to see you captured once again. He slaps a hand over Narancia’s mouth so that the younger boy doesn’t cry out at the sight of you. Abbacchio and Giorno enter last, equally stoic in their reactions at your presence. Once they have all entered the room, Bucciarati orders them to sit in one of the chairs. They do.

The sound of Bucciarati’s footsteps cuts the deafening silence. He strides over to you and cups your chin with his hand. You give him one last pleading look. He smiles softly, and for a split second you have hope that he’ll lecture all of you and then let his men go. Any punishment he had for you, you could take. But seeing your team members, who had been nothing but kind to you as you bore the weight of Bucciarati’s affections, be hurt or killed for your sake would be unbearable.

“I’ve decided to give all of you what you want,” Bucciarati states darkly. No one moves a muscle. He pulls out something from behind his back and puts it in front of your face. Your eyes grow wide as saucers as you realize it’s his cock, unzipped at the base, “Take it,” He barks. Horrified, you grasp it in your hands. It’s still warm and soft, slightly glistening at the tip. It’s pulsing against your skin.

“Since all of you can’t keep your filthy fucking hands off of my [y/n], and she can’t keep her slutty little hole to herself, I’ve decided to be generous. Even though you’ve all betrayed me today, my love for you knows no bounds. I’ve come up with a solution that will satisfy everyone involved, and will teach you all a little lesson in-”

“C-Capo, we would never-” Narancia began before his peers could stop him. Bucciarati interrupted his protest with a low, measured threat.

“I will not hesitate to throw your head, alive, into the Golfo di Napoli do you understand me, Narancia?” The boy squeaks and nods his head furiously, “Good.”

Bucciarati turns his attention to you, “All of you will learn today, that [y/n] belongs to me and me alone. Cara,” He leans down and strokes a few stray strands of your hair behind your ears. Slowly, he unzips your lips, but you don’t dare speak, “Let this be the last lesson I have to give you. Now suck.”

You look at your mortified team members and back to Bucciarati. His cock feels like it has eyes, and it watches you from your palms. Bucciarati’s face turns sour.

“I suppose you’ll need a little help, then,” He grabs his cock from your hands and twists your mouth open with his fingers. You make a pitiful choking sound as he pushes himself inside. You hear someone’s breath hitch. His cock is salty and heavy on your tongue. Briefly, you wonder what it must feel like, wrenching your own dick inside of someone’s mouth like a dildo. He begins to slide it in and out of you, pushing so deep into your throat that your eyes water and you fight to not gag around him.

“There, you see?” He asks you in the condescending way you would a child, “Look how well she takes my cock. I think you can do it now, can’t you carina?” You close your eyes and nod. He hands his dick over to you and leans himself against his desk. “Turn toward them, show them that today was just a little mistake. That you truly do love me.”

You do as Bucciarati says, shifting your body so that you know your taught nipples are pointing straight at the men. You push his cock down your throat just as he did, swirling your tongue along it as it slides in and out of you, pushing along the veins that you know your capo loves best. Maybe, you think, just maybe if you give a good enough show he’ll leave the others alone.

Bucciarati lets out a soft moan of pleasure, and tosses his head back, “Choke on it,” He orders. You force his cock farther and whimper at the burning stretch of your esophagus, “Good girl. Spread your legs for them, and open your eyes.” Reluctantly, you follow these orders too, spreading your knees so that your pussy is fully on display. The shame from opening your eyes nearly kills you, but you look at each of scandalized looks spread across everyone’s faces. Narancia is hiding his eyes beneath his hands, peaking through the gaps between his fingers, a tent beginning to form in his black pants. Mista is entranced but disturbed, swallowing to ease his dry throat, tanned face burning red. You can tell Fugo is angry beyond belief, but a tell-tale blush of arousal also covers his features. Abbacchio is stoic, but fully erect. Giorno’s entire body is flushed a deep crimson, and he can’t stop biting his bottom lip.

Somehow, shamefully, their reactions arouse you. Knowing their focus is entirely on your heated, naked form makes your clit pulse in time with your rapid heartbeat. Six men all staring at you hungrily, ready to fuck you senseless if ever given the opportunity. A gob of precum leaks from Bucciarati’s dick and you reflexively moan at the taste. You can’t see it, but Bucciarati grins triumphantly.

“Take it out,” You whimper at the feeling of emptiness as his cock leaves your throat, “Rub myself on your pussy. I know you’re wet for me and I want to feel it.” As always, you obey your capo’s commands, lowering his cock down to your core. He twitches against you as you slide the head of his dick in circles around your slick hole. You happen to make eye contact with Abbacchio as you slide Bucciarati along your folds. For a split second you imagine it’s him and you grow even wetter. A groan escapes your lips. You roll your hips so that Bucciarati’s cock slides up along your clitoris. Abbacchio clears his throat, but holds your gaze fast.

“Bella,” You startle at the sound of Bucciarati’s voice.

“Y-yes, Bruno,” Another moan rips from your lips as you continue rolling your hips along his cock. Bucciarati walks over to you and jerks your head up to look at him. The man you found so frightening, so detestable moments ago is now electrifying in your eyes.

“It’s time. Show them what I mean to you. Show them that the only cock in this world that can satisfy you is mine.” You nod furiously and tip his cock so that it’s vertical below your entrance. Bucciarati leans down and kisses you as you push his member inside of you, causing you to moan wantonly into his mouth. He practically shoves his tongue down your throat, and you reciprocate, desperately pushing your tongue against his in a contest of power.

He pulls away from you, drool smearing his chin. You mewl aloud as his cock bottoms out inside of you, angled to hit your g-spot in just the right way.

“Look at them,” He turns your face to the men before you. Their expressions are worn out as lust overtakes them. Even Fugo is subtly rubbing his thighs together in an attempt to feel some relief. Narancia is not-so-subtly palming his little prick through his pants. Mista and Giorno are glistening with sweat. Abbacchio shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “Look at how desired you are. We all want you…” Bucciarati reaches down and rubs your breasts with one hand. He places the other on your neck. You continue pumping him in and out of you, twisting your hips and moaning at the sensation. Your eyes flick from man to man, marveling in their unique reactions to your masturbation, “But now they all know that only I can have you. They see your love for me, how well you take my cock, how it belongs inside of you,” His hand squeezes your neck tighter and tighter until your vision begins to blur, “Tell them how I feel, tesora,”

“…I-it’s amazing,” You choke, leaning back against Bucciarati’s chest, relishing in the pressure of his large, lithe hands on your throat.

“What’s amazing?” He coos, kissing your temple softly.

“C-cock…your cock feels so good, Bruno,” Bucciarati hums appreciatively, kissing you again and lightly thumbing your right nipple.

“Tell them you love me.”

“I love you…”

“Again.”

“I love you, I love you!” You thrust his cock into yourself so fast it almost hurts, squelching noises filling the air around you.

"Cum for me [y/n], prove to them you love me, only me,” He orders, low and harsh, so that only you hear it. He squeezes your throat so hard you choke.

“I…Bruno!” You whisper hoarsely, knees buckling, orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your toes curl and you see stars as Bucciarati continues to choke you out. For a moment you feel like you’re floating. Bucciarati’s gang marvels as you squirt all over his cock as you cum, continuing to pump it in and out of yourself even as your body falters. You’re certain you hear Narancia topple over the edge himself.

“Brava ragazza!” Bucciarati praises you in earnest, showering your head with kisses, “All I want in this world is for you to know my love for you, and for you to know your place…” You gasp and collapse into him as he lets go of your throat. He takes his cock from your exhausted hand and continues pumping it into you himself. “My beautiful girl…do you want me to fill you? Everyone’s watching…” All you can do is nod your head and clutch desperately to his arm as he continues fucking himself into your abused hole. His breathing hitches and he lets himself lose control, his own orgasm wracking his body. You mewl with pleasure as he releases himself inside of you.

The room is silent but for the sounds of you and Bucciarati panting against one another. After taking a moment to gather his breath, he looks up at his underlings.

“What do you say?” He searches their eyes with a stern expression.

"Thank you, capo,” They say in unison, Narancia lagging a bit behind after being nudged by Fugo. Bucciarati nods, satisfied.

“You may leave,” He doesn’t need to say it twice. Narancia scrambles out of his seat and practically runs out of the room. The others excuse themselves with similar haste, faces flushed, eyes out of focus. Mista gives you one sad glance before leaving the two of you alone.

Bucciarati leaves his cock inside of you and runs his hands up your body in a gesture of tenderness. His lips meet yours, and you lose yourself to the feeling of his soft, warm tongue rolling against yours. He pulls away, “What did we learn today, bella?” You swallow hard.

“I’m yours,” Now that you’ve come down from your high, some of the fear and resentment begins to return. Bucciarati nods and runs his fingers along your ribs.

“Promise me you’ll never run away from me again. This world wasn’t meant for you to be without me,” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Bile rises in your throat.

“I won’t. I promise.” Bucciarati smiles knowingly.

“I know you won’t,” He reaches down and pushes his cock so deep inside of you that your hole closes around it. Overstimulated, you whimper softly at the feeling. You prepare to have to beg him to take it out, but the familiar sound of a zipper stops you cold. You look down to see that Bucciarati has zipped himself inside of your pussy. You whip your head to face him, wide-eyed, terror building within you. He simply cups your face and strokes your cheeks gently with his thumbs, gazing at you with a loving expression so contradictory to his true nature.

“You won’t, because I’ll always be with you, tesora mia.” *all original work belongs to me. do not re-upload without explicit permission.

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