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rainyreading · 3 months

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If you want to (no pressure), could you do one for Theo?

The reader (girl) and Theo are friends in their sixth year and have to babysit, maybe the reader's niece or nephew.

Maybe Theo isn't good with kids and the reader helps him. You can decide all that, I'll leave that up to you.

Thank youuuuuu <3 <3

Babysitting

Theo Nott x bestfriend!sytherin!reader

wc: 1.5k

a/n: requests open

(not my gif)

It was winter break and you were staying at Hogwarts. A lot of your friends were staying at Hogwarts for break as well. You got a letter from your sister asking if your niece could come stay with you. You wrote back and replied with a yes.

Your niece was 4 years old. She was a little ball of fire, who always kept you on your toes. You truly loved your niece and cherished any time you spent together. So you were excited that she was coming to stay with you for a little bit.

Sixth year was equally exciting. It was like you were one of the oldest kids on the grounds, witch felt good. You had amazing friends and your classes were doable. It was hard to imagine next year was gonna be your last year at Hogwarts.

You and your friends decided to have a picnic by the black lake. Everyone in your friend group was there, which you were happy about. Some elves in the kitchen helped you out with the food, so you were very grateful.

"This is nice," you began.

"Yeah it is," Draco responded.

"Makes me want to jump in the black lake," Theo said through a mouthful of bread.

"You totally would," you teased.

"Listen, I have my niece coming to visit soon and I was wondering if you guys could help out, please," you begged.

"Yeah of course," Pansy agreed.

"I'm not good with kids," Theo put out.

"I'm sure your better than you think," you reassured.

"I'm really not," Theo argued.

"Well I still need you to be there for me," you deadpanned.

"Yes mam," Theo saluted.

Eventually your group finished up being around the black lake. Everyone packed up the picnic and carried on with their day. You stayed in the Slytherin common room reading a book by the fire.

Theo came strolling in, spying you curled up on the couch. It was in Theo's nature to bother you. He was always with you and always paling around with you. You were his best friend and he'd like to think he was yours.

"Hey Y/N/N, whatcha reading?" he asked.

You flipped up the book angling it to show him the cover then said, "Pride and Prejudice."

"What's it about?" Theo asked.

"The relationship of a boy and a girl as they try to overcome the titular sins of pride and prejudice in order to fall in love and marry."

"Sounds interesting," Theo stated.

"You're not gonna let me read are you?" you sighed.

"Well when you put it like that it sounds bad, but I just want to hang out with you," Theo smiled.

"Aw you're sweet," you cooed as you ruffled his hair. Theo swatted your hands away.

"What do you suggest we do?" you questioned as you shut your book, after bookmarking it.

"Well I haven't gotten that far yet, Um I don't know we could talk, take a walk, play a prank on Filch, maybe gossip?" Theo suggested.

"Ha ha ha," you laughed.

"You want to gossip?" You were surprised.

"I mean if you want to yeah," Theo shrugged.

"Well I just happen to know Draco asked out Astoria but she turned him down. And he was all like "I'm not taking no for an answer," but she said no. He told me he's not gonna give up though," you explained.

"I bet they will end up together, they would be good together," Theo replied.

"I herd Pansy got a F on her potion essay." Theo shared.

"Oh my god no way really?" You put a hand over your mouth.

"Yep. She was pissed," Theo responded.

"I bet."

"Blaise told me he likes Luna like a lot," Theo began.

"Wait what that's crazy. I never would of guessed," you stated shocked.

"Yeah I know right!"

"What are you two crazy kids up to?" Pansy saunters in and takes a seat next to you on the couch.

"Nothing much, just talking," you say.

"Oh well I hope it's about me," she flips her hair.

"Of course Pans," you laugh.

The three of you all chatted for a while, talking about the break. How excited you were to have time off from classes. The three of you were enjoying the break and being able to be carefree.

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The next day you woke up early. Your niece was coming today. You were a little bit nervous and anxious to see how she would get along with your friends. She was adorable though so you knew your friends would love her.

You went to the gate to pick up your niece and she was already there waiting for you. You were excited because you haven't seen her in a long while. You quickly embraced her after you said hellos.

"I've missed you Evie," you greeted.

"Missed you too," Evie responded.

"Come on let's walk to the castle and you can tell me what you have been up too."

Evie told you about her days and how happy she was to be visiting you. She told you about her mom, your sister and she told you about her friends in preschool.

When you got back to the castle you wanted to introduce your friends to your niece. You wanted everything to go smoothly so you secretly prayed it would.

You assumed everyone was in the common room. You made your way to the Slytherin common room with your niece. When you arrived all your friends were sprawled out on the couches and by the fire.

They all looked at your direction when you entered.

"Hi guys. I want you to meet Evie. Evie this is everyone. Everyone this is Evie." You gestured to the group and to Evie.

"Hi Evie it's nice to meet you, I'm Pansy and that's Draco," Pansy spoke up.

Evie waved to both of them.

"Hi Im Blaise," Blaise greeted.

"Hi," Evie whispered.

"And this is Teddy," you introduced.

"Teddy? Hi Teddy!" Evie is exclaimed.

"Hi little one," Theo addressed.

Evie came over to Theo and looked at him curiously. Theo smiled at her. She then reached out her hand and then stopped.

"Can I touch your hair?" she asked.

"Um sure," Theo replied.

Evie touched Theo's hair and then she giggled.

"It's so fluffy!" She laughed.

Theo gave you a look that said "what do I do?" You laughed at his lack of being around children.

"Give her a high five"' you suggested.

Theo raised his hand and said, "High five!"

Evie grinned and slapped her hand on Theo's. Evie took a liking to Theo and you could tell fairly quickly. Evie was one of your favorite family members and you were glad she liked your friends.

"Do you want to take a walk with me?" Theo asked.

"Yeah!" Evie answered.

Pansy, Blaise and Draco decided to stay in the common room. You, Theo, and Evie decided to roam the castle grounds. Evie was a bundle of energy.

"Could I have a piggy back ride Teddy?" Evie asked.

Theo looked to you for approval which you granted.

"Yeah of course," he allowed.

Evie jumped on his back and threw her arms around his neck. Theo grabbed ahold of her legs and shifted her up a little bit.

"Giddy Up horsey!" Evie called out.

Theo laughed and started to run. Evie yelled "weeeeee!" You started to catch up with them happy that Evie was having so much fun. Theo stopped at the top of a grassy hill.

"Can we roll down the hill?" Evie questioned.

"I don't see why not," you shrugged.

"Teddy go first," Evie pushed Theo on the back, urging him to roll down the hill first.

"Ok ok ok I'm going," Theo rushed out.

Theo laid down and then turned around to begin rolling down the hill. You started laughing as he speeded down the hill.

"Your turn Auntie!" Evie insisted.

"Alright settle down I'm going I'm going," you responded.

You got down on the ground and rolled down the hill. You ended down by Theo's feet and he helped you up.

"Come on Evie, tumble on down," you called.

"You guys ready?" Evie asked.

"Yes!" You and Theo both answered.

Evie came tumbling down giggling and getting covered in grass. You applauded her when she reached the end of the hill. She was beaming. Theo also joined in and clapped for her. Evie took a bow.

Eventually you all went back to the castle chatting about anything and everything. Evie held your hand and Theo's hand as she walked in the middle of you guys.

When you guys returned back to the common room Evie was tired and wanted to take a nap. You were so excited that Theo and Evie were getting along you didn't notice that Evie fell asleep on Theo's lap.

"Are you ok?" You mouthed to Theo.

"Yeah she's fine right here," he whispered.

It made your heart melt at the sight. You were thankful for Theo's help today and hoped that Evie had fun today, you certainly did. You hoped the three of you could hang out more and more. You watched as Evie slept completely content resting on Theo.

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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villain.

| draco malfoy x reader / theo nott x reader | smut | angst |

anon requested. smutty draco x y/n where they’ve been dating for months or years and draco cheated on her

cw: infidelity, sadism, branding, non-consensual voyeurism (revenge)

a/n: this request was a lot, it was long, and it made me FEEL THINGS

The alcohol burned going down.

The bass echoed in your feet as music blared from speakers, sweaty bodies moving and grinding against one another, just mere feet away. You were disgusted by the scene before you.

Where was your lover?

“Y/N!” A drunk friend called your name.

An empty smile crossed your face. You tipped the glass back, swallowing the rest of its contents. You needed it.

“Have you seen him?” You called over the music, practically shouting in your friend’s ear.

“Seen whooo?” They giggled, fingers clutching the glittering material of your dress. It felt like nothing on your body, you felt naked.

“Draco!” You spat, shoving them off when they shook their head no.

Annoyance was all too familiar, wrapping around you like a well-known friend. Fuck.

You slithered through the party, your eyes darting everywhere, searching for a head of white-blonde hair. Your efforts proved futile.

“Are you looking for Draco?” Blaise’s dark hand caught yours, grabbing your attention.

“Yes!” Finally, some help.

“I saw him go off to his room,” he pointed to the hallway off of the common room.

Blaise’s eyes were full of terrible pity, and you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach.

No.

“Can I get you a drink?” He tried to stop you.

“No, get off of me.”

You pushed your way through dancing bodies and wandering hands of drunk boys. Your heels clicked on the black marble floors of the common room, drowned out by the music.

Your mind was far disconnected from your body, and you felt like something small amongst a crowd that suffocated you. Adrenaline kicked in, and you freed yourself from the teenagers, escaping hungry grasps.

Every step you took filled you with dread. It decayed your insides, poisoning your heart and your mind and weighing your feet down. Your ears were ringing, and you could barely hear the deafening music, or your friends calling for you to rejoin them on a couch nearby. Your lungs couldn’t properly draw in oxygen, and the edges of your mind began to prickle with delirium.

You were running on adrenaline.

You practically tripped over your own feet as you tore down the hall, halting as your fingers came into contact with a wooden door. Your fist closed around an iron handle, but doubt made you hesitate.

You had an instant where you considered turning around, going back to the party and forgetting about all of this. Ignoring the whispers of gossip, and silencing the rumors, pretending like this never happened. You could leave this doorway, leave and stay blissfully unaware before it was too late.

No.

Leaders don’t doubt themselves.

You’d made it this far, there was no sense to let your bravery falter now. You gripped the handle, twisting and throwing the door open. The action happened in an instant, and all at once, you couldn’t take it back.

Reality came crashing down on you.

Every fear you had suddenly became tangible. It was very real, unfolding in front of you, and you were powerless to stop it. Every ounce of doubt vanished from your mind, replaced with horrible certainty.

Your body froze. Ice shot down your spine, and spread through your skin in gripping tendrils. The adrenaline halted suddenly, and your heart stopped racing. Your mind snapped back to consciousness. Sharp, unforgiving sanity burst through you in one horrible, violent instant.

Draco Malfoy, your boyfriend of four years, was buried deep inside the cunt of Pansy Parkinson, your roommate and best friend.

Sick, deranged laughter rose in your throat and escaped from your lips.

The party still echoed under your feet, reminding you there were so many people close by. You wondered if they knew. You decided it didn’t matter, the only people who you would’ve believed it from were in front of you, fornicating in infidelity.

“Y/N!” Your name left Pansy in a scream.

At least she seemed ashamed, hurrying to pull the sheets— your sheets— to cover her breasts. Draco didn’t even have the decency to end his rough thrusts from behind, even as one of her hands went out to swat him away.

Cold, silver eyes glared back at you.

“Are you going to leave, or do you care to stay and watch?” Draco’s tone was impatient, dismissive.

His words tasted metallic, like blood and poison.

“Do you feel guilty?”

Draco mistook your tone for amusement. You didn’t cry, and you didn’t move. You didn’t even breathe. From his point of view, you just watched the situation unfold in eerie calmness.

Most girls would have screamed. Most girls would have sobbed and begged for validation, or run away at the very least.

You were not most girls. Draco knew you were something far worse.

You were dangerous and severe.

Your eyes glittered with something dark and terrible. It sent a shudder through him, and powerful doubt ripped all of the air from his lungs.

Do you feel guilty?

“No. I grew bored with you, I don’t regret this, Pansy’s a good fuck.” Draco’s voice masked his insecurity, but you saw directly through the cracking shell, staring directly at the truth.

Your gaze locked with Pansy’s. Her fear twisted in your own stomach, igniting your nerves like electricity. Draco’s movements faltered.

A terrible stillness settled over the room. For a moment, none of you moved, the ice inside of you spreading over everything.

In slytherin, you do what is necessary.

The voice echoed in the back of your mind, grounding you in your crumbling reality.

Do what is necessary.

A malicious idea crossed your mind with a depraved smile.

“I can be redeemed of boredom,” you said simply.

Your tone unnerved Draco. The stillness and certainty was suffocating. Every lingering doubt was annihilated, along with your trust and love for Draco and Pansy.

You didn’t expect the grief to feel so relieving.

The light caught the sparkles of your dress, glittering as the thin fabric moved on your body as you walked out the door. It slammed shut behind you, sealing the room shut with its sin inside.

“What have we done?” Pansy asked Draco.

Weak girls doubted themselves.

You were many things, but never weak. Your feet carried you back to the party. It was still in full, excited swing, as if horrible sins weren’t being committed, as if trust wasn’t being desecrated.

The depraved smile remained on your face.

You were freed from doubt, they were freed from lies. It was always easier to know who your enemies were, even when they were your lovers and your friends.

The cruelty glittering in your eyes, and the sick smile on your face confirmed to everyone that you knew. Blaise wouldn’t meet your gaze. He knew, and he’d led you to them.

“How long, Zabini?”

“A couple of months.” He shifted uneasily.

Your laughter struck fear in his heart. You were quickly coming to terms with your lover’s infidelity, and it ignited something inside of you.

Wrath tasted sweet on your lips, and you breathed it into your lungs like oxygen.

Blaise expected you to be hysterical, but this was far more calculated, far more dangerous.

There was one person left who was loyal to you, and he was leaning against a marble pillar, a glass of fire whiskey at his lips.

“Theo,” you approached the brunette, greeted with a smile and a sultry gaze.

“I need you.”

“Anything,” he answered with absolute sincerity.

“Draco is unfaithful, and I want to get revenge.”

Theo’s fingers slipped in yours, and he brought your hand to his lips. His dark gaze glittered with deviance, catching you as you tumbled.

“You’ve come to the right person.”

Draco was sickened. You attended classes with him, and took your usual seat beside him to eat in the great hall. As far as he could tell, nothing had changed. Blaise, and the few others who knew about his side habit, were uneasy with your reaction. All except for Theo.

Ever since you’d began dating Draco four years ago, he’d been terribly jealous of Theo. Whenever the brunette was around, Draco was openly affectionate with you, growing possessive and territorial. He didn’t imagine it would ever be used against him, but you could turn anything into a weapon.

You weren’t one to be underestimated.

The boys talked about an upcoming quidditch match, the Slytherin team being led by Malfoy. Theo calmly discussed strategy with him, as if he hadn’t sided with you in the betrayal. Draco was too trusting of the brunette.

Your hand slid up Draco’s back, your fingers threading in the hair at the base of his neck. He forced himself not to flinch, keeping his voice even. A hand dropped to your thigh, and you sipped the drink in front of you. Your nails were sharp on Draco’s neck, a veiled threat that made his skin crawl.

“I want to show you just how interesting I can be,” you whispered in his ear.

His silver gaze moved to you, watching as you stood and swung your legs over the bench. You cradled his hand in your face, giving him a cold smile before pressing a bitter kiss to his mouth.

You left the great hall, descending into Draco’s prefect dorm. Eyes trailed after you as you moved through the common room with grace. Pansy watched you disappear into his bedroom, pain spreading through her chest.

You changed into black lace and silk, leaning on the armoire as he entered. The heavy door shut behind him, and his hands went to his tie, tearing it from his body. His silver gaze admired your body, and he began to wonder why he’d chosen Pansy over you, realizing his mistake.

“What is this?” Draco dared to ask.

“Boredom can be cured, Malfoy. You may be willing to toss me aside, but you know that I’m a better match for you. I’m the pureblood your parents pray ends up in your bed.” You pointed out, and he swallowed, unable to argue.

“Let me seduce you,” your hands smoothed over the clean white shirt that adorned his fair chest.

He watched you touch him, your fingers undoing buttons and pushing the fabric off of his shoulders. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes, pulling on the tie of your robe.

You let him skim his filthy hand down your body, malice simmering inside of you. Your silk joined his clothes on the floor, and you led him to the bed, pushing him down on his back. You straddled his waist, settling down on his lap and lightly running your nails up his chest.

You tasted poison on your tongue, and a vicious heat spread through your limbs.

Your hands slid up his arms, trapping his wrists at the headboard. Draco didn’t struggle as silk ties wrapped around his wrists, and you secured his hands to the wrought iron bars. Your sweet smile turned insidious, and icy fear paralyzed Draco.

“Y/N-”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” You snapped, sliding off of his body like a viper. Your feet were on either side of his hips as you stood over the terrified blonde, and you considered kicking him in the ribs. He opened his mouth, but it fell shut with your dangerous look.

You stepped off of the bed, and Draco thought you were going to leave him naked, tied to the bed. It didn’t matter, Pansy would be around in a few hours to free him.

Draco’s fear heightened when you opened the door without dressing, his stomach dropping when another person entered the dorm.

“Theo?” he croaked.

His body jolted as the door slammed shut, the lock clicking in place and securing your privacy. Your venomous laughter rattled Draco’s spine, and you walked to the edge of the bed, standing before him.

“Y/N, you need to let me go. Theo, untie me!” The panic in his voice fueled the fire of your wrath, and you smirked at how pathetic he looked.

“I don’t need to do anything! I owe you nothing, you weak little bitch. Beg me.”

He stared at you in disbelief, and Theo watched you. The room was buzzing with intense ferocity, your rage pouring off of you in waves and drowning everything in its path.

You were going to get revenge, and it was going to be sweet.

Draco’s will was strong, but it was no match for yours. Theo slid his tie off of his neck, but Draco was too focused on you to notice. You were entirely focused on emasculating Draco, determined to make him feel as pathetic and weak as you saw him.

“Please untie me. I’ll do anything, I’ll break it off with Pansy, I’ll do whatever you want, but just untie me, please.” The desperation was clear in his voice, fear edging in his tone.

“No,” you answered coldly, and he jerked his wrists, the silk digging into his flawless skin. A frightened sigh escaped him, and he turned to Theo desperately. Theo tossed his own clothing aside, and Draco shook his head.

“No, no, Y/N, not with Theo!” Draco protested.

You turned away from the blonde and pulled Theo against you, his tongue invading your mouth in a rough, forceful kiss. Draco yanked on the bonds, jealous fury burning through him as he watched Theo’s hands explore your body, grabbing and touching you in places that only he did.

“You are going to lay there, helpless, weak, and pathetic. You are going to watch your best friend fuck me, and you’re going to stay tied up and powerless.”

A noise rose in Draco’s throat, and your hands gripped the sheets at the end of the mattress, bending over and facing Draco. The remaining lace was ripped from your body, and you shot Draco a sadistic smile.

“You’re going to pay for this.”

“Open your mouth again, and I’ll force it shut.”

You stood up as Theo slammed you from behind, gripping the posts of the bed. Your fingers gripped the etched iron, and memories of having your wrists restrained on experimental nights came flooding back.

Exhilarated screams left your lips, Theo filling in you in perfect ways, in ways Draco never could.

“He’s so much better than you. You’ve been holding me back, Draco!”

Silver eyes were wet, delighting your cruelty. Your sharp laughter burned his ears, and his skin was raw from struggling. He watched the scene in front of him, knowing exactly how you felt, but Draco was weak enough to drown in it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” he choked out as he watched Theo circle your clit in expert, practiced touches. Draco shook his head, watching his best friend, his teammate, and his partner come deep inside of you. He watched it drip down your thighs, your ecstatic, pornographic screams pounding in his head, echoing off of the walls as your own orgasm shattered through you. Theo shared your vengeful pleasure as he watched Draco fall apart.

Your limbs were trembling as you stood up all the way, leaning back into Theo. You stared at Draco, furthering his shame and misery, twisting like a sickness in your chest. The poison of revenge was addicting, pumping through your veins like blood and filling your heart.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I’m so-”

You lunged at the boy, your fingers closing around his throat, kneeling on top of him like he was your prey.

“Draco, I will never forgive you!” you hissed venomously.

Theo was gone, leaving the two of you alone, leaving no witness to whatever crime of passion you were about to commit. The thirst for blood was thick on your tongue, the hunger for revenge making you violent.

Draco screamed as your wand burned letters into his skin in thick, black ink. You drew back, admiring your initials that were now branded onto the inside of his hip, left by your hatred. His chest heaved as he watched you in horror, making your lips curve into a sadistic smile.

“I own you.”

You left him restrained, knowing someone would find him eventually as the door closed behind you. Your heart was racing, all of your nerves buzzing from the adrenaline.

Leaders don’t doubt themselves. Do what is necessary.

Pansy walked past, and you grabbed her black hair, yanking her back against the wall, pinning her to the cold stone with your own body.

“If you ever touch what is mine again, I’ll rip every pretty hair from your head, and I will have you begging for death!” You seethed, yanking hard on her locks, tearing a terrorized whimper from her.

“Got it?”

“Yes!”

You threw her down and spun on your heel, leaving her shaking. Her scream echoed through the common room when she found Draco, and a sinful smirk adorned your face.

You found you had a taste for wrath, and a talent for violence.

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kerie-prince · 3 years

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We're Worlds Apart (5)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: cursing, mom being a dick :/, accidental peeping eyes, jealous draco

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: omg, i had to rewrite this WHOLE THING again. but now i know to write things in my google docs first

(gif cred)

Everyone at the table was silent. Your mother sat processing what had just occurred moments ago. I practice, too. You always wondered why your brother never talked too much about her whenever you were on long phone calls with him. He was pretty vague about Stephanie, and now you knew why.

Actually, it made complete sense as to why he didn't tell your mom about Stephanie being a practicing witch, but you? That was what really confused you.

“So,” you decided to break the silence, “how long have you practiced?”

Stephanie had an excited glimmer in her eyes when you asked. “I'm still a baby, I started earlier this year.” Something about her aura was soothing and pure. You scooted your chair closer to her and continued your conversation. “So you’re a Wiccan? Or do you practice something else?”

“I practice Gardnerian Wicca,” she declared. From the corner of your eyes, you could see your mother holding back a scoff. Surely she was thinking Why the hell is she encouraging this?

The ding of the oven sounded like church bells to her as it gave her an excuse to leave the room and focus on anything else. The situation was quite hysterical. But questions were in order. As Stephanie left to use your bathroom, you pulled your brother aside. “Dude, why the hell didn’t you tell me anything?”

He flinched away from your hand and started massaging the pain away from your grip, “I didn’t think it was my business to tell.”

“But you told her about me?” You asked with crossed arms. Your brother’s logic was lacking. “It… might’ve slipped, but I only told her after she told me that she’s a witch. I don’t go around campus saying ‘Hey, I’m Y/B/N Y/L/N. I’m a communications major and y’know what? My sister’s a witch.’” You weren’t upset that he told his girlfriend about you. You weren’t ashamed at all. And you weren’t really upset that he didn’t talk to you about her. Because, in a sense, he’s right.

But you like being dramatic, so you figured that while you've got your brother in your house you’d act like a petty sister. “Whatever, man. But you could’ve told Mom beforehand,” you scolded with your arms crossed. He had a scoff in his laugh, “Tell Mom? We’re thinking of the same person, right? You know she would freak.”

“She’s freaking out right now! I’d have rather her freak out earlier before she made my house look like some stupid picture in a Martha Stewart kitchen advertisement,” you whisper yelled. To think that your house could have looked as it normally did annoyed you. Grandma’s tapestry you whined internally.

Stephanie found you two in your hallway and froze in an awkward stance, “Is everything okay?” You and your brother put on your best smiles. “Yeah, just wanted to see how my baby bro is doing,” you reached up to pinch his cheeks to which he swatted you hand away. It started a playful fight that made your guest laugh in amusement. The sound of your mother announcing that dinner was ready brought the little fight to a halt. “I’ll beat your ass later,” you challenged him, fingers doing an ‘I’ve got my eyes on you’ movement.

—

He couldn't believe it.

Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini stood at his doorstep with their bags. Theo had his wand pointed out with confetti spurting out the tip. “Surprise!” he yelled.

Draco pulled them in quickly and nearly sprained his neck as he looked around to make sure no one saw his friend. “What part of 'muggle neighbors’ did you not understand” he scolded.

“Oh shit, sorry mate. I forgot.” Theo scratched the back of his head. He then glared at Blaise knowing that with his brilliant memory, he let Theo make a big mess of things. Theoretically and literally. An enchanted broom swept up the confetti on the floor.

“What are you guys doing here, I wasn’t expecting you two for another week?” Draco asked as he pulled each wizard in for a welcoming hug.

“Merlin, mate. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re disappointed to see us,” Blaise teased.

“That's not what I meant and you know that. I’m happy… just surprised.” The blond wasn't isn't used to showing this kind of side to himself. “What brings you two here early?”

“Have you ever known Theo to be patient for anything? Bloody git nearly dragged me out in the middle of work,” Blaise expressed. The Slytherin trio laughed as the two friends followed Draco through his new home. “Well, here’s the guest room. Set your things down and I’ll grab some drinks.”

For the first time since getting his phone and learning about take-out, Draco had ordered a couple pizzas to be delivered. Blaise and Theo were genuinely impressed by the whole thing. “Muggles sure do think of everything,” Theo observed.

“Almost shocked that Malfoy here adapted pretty well to them,” Blaise had a smirk on his lips before stuffing his mouth with his first ever slice. “Salazar, this is amazing.” Draco raised his eyebrows in agreement. The three men sat in the living room eating and caught up with each other.

The night was filled with laughter and tipsy hiccups. It was arguably Draco’s best night since he first moved to America. He hadn’t realized how much he missed their shenanigans since Hogwarts before it all went to shit thanks to a certain Dark Lord. He was ecstatic and couldn’t wait for them to meet his new friends.

In the middle of their laughter, Theo was seen squinting his eyes in a direction, “Oi mate, who’s that?” The two others followed his eyes which looked out a window. Sort of blurry due to the alcohol, Draco leaned forward to focus on what it was Theo was talking about.

When his vision cleared, he saw some heads moving around. And… arms flinging about? The sight was strange to say the least. Draco didn't exactly know what was going on, he watched as you stood in your living room in front of who he recognized as your mother. Sitting on your couch was some woman, and in between you and your mother was some guy.

“Is that the muggle neighbor you told me about?” Blaise observed.

“Yeah, and her mum. Don’t know the others, though.” Draco stated. He shrugged his shoulders and sat in a comfortable position. Blaise continued to look at the weird scene next door. The only pieces he could put together was that you definitely weren’t happy and neither was your mother. “She’s kinda fit, don’t you think?”

“No,” Draco didn’t hesitate to answer. His irritated voice was indication enough to not press on the matter more. And seeing as it was their first night in America, Blaise didn’t want to risk getting hexed before bed.

Draco looked at the clock on the wall which read 10:57 pm. “Shit,” he whispered. “I’m turning in. I have a meeting in the morning.” Theo was already passed out on the soft couch and Blaise walked himself to the guest room to claim the bigger bed. Once in his room, Draco chugged a bottle of water that was on his nightstand and went to sleep.

—

She finally went home. After the huge fight that broke out after dinner, your mother grabbed her things and left. Poor Stephanie had witnessed the mess and regretted coming. As much as she was glad to finally meet a fellow practicing witch, she underestimated your mother entirely.

It actually surprised you that your mother acted in such ways. Growing up, your mom never really made too much of a fuss of your Craft. But just out of nowhere, she’s making comments of this and making complaints of that. You wanted to forget Thanksgiving night all together.

Currently, you were pacing in your kitchen debating on whether or not to call Stephanie and make sure she was alright. She was nothing but sweet and kind. Didn't deserve to come home with your brother and have some woman blow up. Your mother hit some random nerve in the middle of your conversation that you carried on about what Steph’s practice consisted of and yelled about her whole family getting full of ‘damn weirdos’.

The best thing to come out of it was that you were able to bring back all your original decorations and stored all the stuff your mother bought in the garage.

Thinking about it started to give you a migraine. You walked to your bathroom and started to fill the tub with the hottest water you could take. As it filled, you went to the comfort of your room and undressed. You opted out on bath salts and oils; just the warmth of the water would be enough to settle your nerves.

Before you could remove your bra, you felt a weird shiver up your spine. Something in the air made you feel tense. You wanted to assume that it was negative energy that your mother left behind, but it felt different than that. No, you felt a presence in your home. Or worse, from somewhere else.

You turned around and widened your eyes in horror. A man that you didn’t know nor have ever seen before looks at you from the window of your neighbor, Draco’s room. As soon as it processed to him that you were looking back, he quickly shut the curtains again. At that moment, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you forgot to shut your blinds.

You sat in your bathtub still shocked that a complete stranger almost saw you naked. Had you even gone further a couple seconds or ignored your instincts, he could have seen everything. You dunk your head into the water and scream under it. This day can’t get worse you thought.

But oh, how it can. You performed your house cleansing spell and as soon as you set the censor dish down, the doorbell rang. You opened the door and was face to face with the same man who saw you. “Hello,’ he said. You recognized the accent, how it sounded like Draco’s.

Shyly, you nodded your head and said a soft ‘hi’.

“Listen, I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for… for what happened,” presumably Draco’s friend apologized.You stood there a bit shocked and flustered. “I swear I’m not a bloody pervert. Mate doesn't have any light in his room so I’d thought I’d do him a favor. Guess that didn't turn out so well,” he sheepishly chuckled. It made you laugh as well. It was decided that it was just an honest mistake.

“It’s okay. I should’ve closed my curtains so I guess it goes both ways,” a blush was spread across your cheeks. The more you looked at him, the more you studied his gorgeous features. “I’m Y/N. You must be Draco’s friend,” you extended your hand out for him to shake. He took it in his and you nearly melted into his smooth skin.

“Yes, I am. I’m Blaise.”

—

Draco returned home with a pounding headache and stiff neck. He had never felt more tired than he did in this moment. He saw Theo sitting on his couch reading the Daily Prophet with one hand and holding a cup of tea in the other. It was funny to Draco because he explicitly remembers Theo promising that he would never become his father who did this exact thing.

Looking around his surroundings, he noticed how his other best friend wasn’t around. “Where’s Zabini?”

“I think he went out for a walk,” Theo guessed. “Think he’s been gone for about an hour now that I think about it.” He put his paper down and mirrored the look of curiosity that was also on Draco’s face. Seconds later, the devil himself walked into Draco’s home. The look on his face was the same he had back in Hogwarts. A look Draco and Theo knew all too well.

“How? Actually no, scratch that. Who?” Theo pressed on instantly. Draco was also interested as to how Blaise somehow seduced a woman a day into his vacation in the foreign country. “You gits really want to know who?” They both nodded. He stood hesitantly but kept the smirk on his face, “Your muggle neighbor, Y/N.”

Theo stood up and gave Blaise a high-five, “You still got the magic touch I see.”

“Please never say that again,” Blaise sighed. He went on to explain everything that just happened, how he accidentally saw you, how he went over and how you invited him in for coffee and talked for about an hour. Well, mainly flirted. Then he talked about how he acted coy and wanted to know whatever was nice in town and when you told him about a French restaurant uptown, he used it as a way to ask you on a date.

Blaise was explaining everything, but it all sounded quiet to Draco. He couldn’t hear a word out of his friends mouth after he said your name.

“Mate, you alright? You look pale,” Blaise looked concerned.

Draco snapped out of it and lied through his teeth, “I’m fine. Just tired and slightly hungover is all.” Lie? Why would I be lying about this? Wait… why am I lying about this?

“Oh, well I can make the thing my mum makes for hangovers if you’d like,” Theo offered.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just get some rest.” Draco walked to his bedroom and removed the necktie around his collar. As he walked in, he saw how his curtain wasn’t fully closed. He opened it slightly and as he looked across, he saw you sitting in a chair in your bedroom. You seemed to have been in a haze before you looked up and met your eyes with his. You waved gently and Draco, as he always does now, nodded his head and closed the curtains.

This can’t be real.

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glisseoo · 2 years

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lover boy

draco malfoy x reader

| draco finally asks his crush to go to hogsmeade with him and his friends only to ask her out on a real date by the end of the night.

| originally posted april sixth of 2020 :)

a/n | please ignore the kinda shitty writing. this is in fact my first ever fic and i’m leaving it unedited just to see how far i’ve come when i finish reuploads and begin writing again.

w/c | 1.4k

Draco frowned as he sat staring at his now two month old crush. He would never admit that he fancied you, he has a reputation to maintain. So instead he stared at you with sad eyes from afar.

You were sitting at the opposite end of the common room, nose buried in a book. You were alone, Draco noted, but that’s the way you seemed to like it. Sure you had some people you would hang out with, but there weren’t many you seemed close too.

All of that intrigued Draco, but due to his stubborn nature, he wasn’t going to let you know anytime soon.

Or so he thought.

Something hit him in the side of the head, knocking him out of his trance. The boy jerked his head around to the person who threw it with clenched fists and brows furrowed.

“Oh he’s got it bad.” giggled Pansy, who made her way over to the sofa with Daphne.

“Awh, does little Draco have a crush?” Theo taunted, patting Draco’s head.

Draco swatted Theo’s hand away and glared at the boy. “No, I’m just—“

“Admiring her from afar.” Blaise interrupted and raised a brow.

Draco huffed and mumbled, “I guess.”

Draco looked your way again, you were still reading your book but this time with your eyes wide. You must have hit a plot twist. He smiled just a bit before turning back to his friends.

“Have you ever talked to her?” Daphne asked, everyone’s eyes on you now.

“Well, uh, I— yeah no.” Draco hesitated and slumped in his chair.

“How long?” Pansy questioned. “She’s pretty.”

“Two months and I know.” said Draco shutting his eyes.

“Oh this is great.” Blaise stood up and started walking in your direction.

“Blaise, don’t.” Draco sighed.

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“’Because’ is not answer, silly boy.”

“Just don’t.”

“I’m gonna do it.”

“For fucks sake.” Draco stood up abruptly, which seemed to have startled you.

The two boys stared at you and you stared back until Theo cleared his throat.

“Don’t mind them.” Theo shrugged.

Nodding your head you went back to reading your book, Blaise looking smug at Draco’s flustered state. Draco was still standing and staring at you, you had looked at him, in the eyes.

“Hey lover boy close your mouth, you’re starting to drool.” Pansy snickered.

“She looked at me.” Draco sighed, sitting back down in his seat.

“Yeah she looked at me too, it’s not that big of a deal.” said Blaise messing with his watch. “if you’re so whipped why don’t you just ask her to go to Hogsmeade with us this weekend?”

“Yeah! She can come with us as a group and if it goes well, ask her out on a date.” Daphne smiled, clutching Pansy’s hand in excitement. “We could use another girl to hang out with.”

There was a pause, everyone’s eyes were on Draco awaiting his answer.

“Fine, I suppose I can do that.” Draco gave in. “I’ll ask her tomorrow after classes.”

“Class dismissed!”

Transfiguration, your last class of the day, was finallly over. It had been a long Friday, and you were ready to hop in bed and sleep. You packed your bags and headed out into the halls, making your way towards the slytherin common room.

“y/n!” someone shouted, making you pause before turning around.

“Yes?” you raised a brow at the silver eyed boy in front of you.

“Would you like to come with the gang and I to Hogsmeade this weekend?” Draco scratched the back of his neck, shifting balance from one foot to the other.

You smiled, it was an interesting sight— seeing Draco all nervous —but it was adorable nonetheless.

“The gang meaning Blaise, Pansy, Theo, and Daphne, right?”

“Yeah, you in?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, “What time?”

“Meet us in the common room at four.”

“See you then,” you began your way back to the common room, bubbly inside. “lover boy.”

You speed up your pace after hearing a groan from the embarrassed boy in the middle of the hallway. Giggling, you slipped around the corner towards the dungeons.

You were running a little late to your meet up with Draco. You had gotten hungry and decided to head down to the kitchens for a snack, getting distracted talking with one of the house elves.

You sprinted all the way down the halls and towards the dungeons, panting the password, and ran in. You spotted Draco and his friends all standing making their way towards the exit.

“Oh, there she is,” said Blaise, picking up your hand and kissing it, “I’m Blaise, pleased to make your aquaintance.”

“Charming.” you giggled, oblivious to the daggers Draco was shooting at Blaise. “I’m y/n.”

“So I have heard.”

“Draco.” you said.

“y/n,” he grinned and gestured towards the rest of the gang, “this is Theo, Daphne, and Pansy, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“Ye—“ someone tugged on your hand, pulling you out of the common room.

“Come on I wanna get some sweets, introductions are lame and I’m sure we will be good friends.” said Pansy as she ran towards the castle entrance.

“Pansy!” Daphne scolded, running to catch up to you and her girlfriend.

This was going to be an interesting night.

You were right, the night was quite interesting. Blaise had flirted with you, which seemed to annoy Draco, Pansy had asked if you had any love interests at least three times and Daphne whacked her every time. Theo was mostly quiet, throwing in some sarcastic comments here and there and Draco stayed very close to you for most of the night. You didn’t mind of course, although it made your small feelings for him grow little by little with every touch.

Stupid hormones. At least you were having fun, and somehow had gotten really close to the five of them within the short amount of time you had been introduced.

You were making your way to Honeydukes just after sitting for some butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. Pansy was skipping over to the shop, Daphne smiling from her spot next to you.

“Is she always this excited about sweets?” you asked Daphne.

“Well, when we first started dating she refused to step into the place. I somehow got her in one time and now she’s obsessed.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, she’s weird, but I love her anyways.”

You sighed, “That’s sweet.”

Draco ran up to hold the door open as you walked in, taking a deep breath of the sweet smell.

“You okay?” chuckled Draco, casually throwing his arm around your shoulder. You had learned throughout the night that your new found friends were a very touchy-feely group. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it was actually really nice. Having a group of friends who didn’t treat you like shit was really nice.

“Yep, just very happy.” you smiled up at him, “Oh my goodness they have those lollipops in again!”

Draco sighed dreamily as he watched you gush over your favorite candy. The night was going well and you seemed happy which made him happy.

“So, lover boy, you think tonight went well enough for you to ask her out on a date?” Theo had appeared next to Draco, patting him on the shoulder.

Draco froze. He forgot about that, “Well I mean, yeah I guess.”

Theo shook his head and smiled, “You better do it before Blaise steals her from you.” and with that, Theo walked away.

Draco didn’t have anytime to think about what Theo had said before you came back over to him. You had about three lollipops in your hands and a chocolate frog.

“You want one?” you offered, waving a sucker in your hand lightly.

“Sure.” said Draco, snatching the sweet out of your hand and whacked your head softly with it.

You swatted his hand away, which made him poke your side. You squealed and pushed his shoulder, Draco putting his hands up in surrender.

“You know, y/n, happy looks good on you.” he said nonchalantly.

“You know, Draco, goofy looks good on you.” you shot back, linking your arm with his.

“Wanna go to the Three Broomsticks just you and I tomorrow?” he asked turning his head towards you. He was shocked at his sudden surge of confidence, he thought he was going to pass out just five minutes ago.

Your eyes widened, “Like a date?”

“If you want it to be.”

“I’d like that,” you stood on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “It’s a date, lover boy.”

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otomefoxystar · 3 years

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Unspoken Words

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Suitor: Issac Newton

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Warnings: Belittling, name calling

DISCORD - ISSAC “STAY” ANGST/FLUFF

She had gone into Isaac’s room to make sure he took a break. He always worked too hard, and she was finding it harder and harder to stay away from him these days. She hadn’t confessed her feelings for him, and she didn’t know if he even viewed her romantically at all. She would keep that secret locked tight in her heart.

That didn’t stop her from wanting to be near him. She knocked lightly on his door.

“ Come in,” He spoke softly.

She opened the door and gave him a wide smile.

“ Isaac.” She crooned “ Perhaps it’s time for a break.” She said putting her hands on her hips.

“Why?” He asked as he continued to write equations on the page.

“ No one has seen you today except for breakfast. Did you even have lunch? It’s almost time for dinner.”

“ And? I need to finish this.” He spoke without lifting his head, not giving her eye contact.

“ Isaac! Take a break, it doesn’t have to be long. Just come for a walk with me.” He sighed and put his pencil down.

He finally looked at her. “ Can’t you see I’m busy?! I don’t have time to take a stroll with some human girl!” She was dumbfounded and just looked at him in disbelief.

“ What?” She asked quietly, he had never said anything like that before.

“ Why do you keep bothering me? Can’t you see I’m not interested in walks or listening to you talk! You’re just a stupid woman, just go away!” It was harsh, really harsh. She had to leave before the tears started rolling down her cheeks.

She bit her lip trying to contain the little bit of self-control she had left.

“I’ll go then” she didn’t wait for him to reply, she may have slammed his door shut a little too forcefully.

She took in a shaky breath and began walking quickly through the mansion practically running through the hall, trying to get somewhere she could breathe before she suffocated.

“ Dove, where are you going in such a hurry?” Arthur teased until he saw her face. His smile faded and he looked at her tenderly.

“ _ _ _, what’s wrong? What happened?”

“ DON’T! Do not touch me, just leave me alone!” She swatted his hand away as he went to put it on her shoulder.

He raised his hands in submission. “ Bloody hell _ _ _, I get it. You don’t have to scream at me.” She glared at him and continued to walk towards her room and slammed the door loudly, locking it quickly before she ran to her bed and began sobbing into the pillows.

Arthur went to her door and knocked.

“ _ _ _, what’s the matter? I won’t judge.” His pleas fell on deaf ears and she never answered the door, crying herself to sleep.

“ Arthur, what are you looking at?” Isaac asked sitting across from him.

“Hm? Oh, it’s _ _ _. She hasn’t been herself the last couple of days. Just the other day she yelled at me when I asked what was wrong. Something is going on.” Isaac looked at the drink in his hands.

“ Oh? Are you worried about _ _ _?” Leonardo interrupted.

“She’s leaving…Going back to her time.” Leonardo said as he sat down.

“ What...Already? …Blast I thought we had more time.” Arthur sat back, slumping into the armchair. Isaac glanced over to her but quickly averted his eyes.

“ When is she leaving?” Isaac finally asked.

“Two days from now. It’ll be quiet without her. I have to be honest I will miss her.” He paused sighing. “ It’s strange though, I thought she’d stay, I really had that feeling.” He looked straight at Isaac “ I wonder if something happened? Or…Perhaps she can be swayed to stay?” Isaac stood up and adjusted his clothes and sauntered off quickly. Arthur cocked his head to the side.

“What’s with him?” Arthur asked.

“ I wonder?” Leonardo took a drink, watching Issac walk away swiftly.

Issac paced back and forth trying to figure out what to do with his frustration. He knew he didn’t have anyone to blame except himself. He said hurtful things to her. He wanted this, for her to stay away. He was trying to protect her. There was just one problem, he didn't want her to leave. He sat down on his bed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Damnit!” This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. He finally gave up from the emotional turmoil and let the exhaustion overtake his body.

It didn’t feel like he had been asleep long when he was awoken by a light knock on his door. There was only one person that would knock like that, and for a moment his heart had hope.

“I know you’re busy or maybe you’re still sleeping?” she never opened the door, only talked through it. “ I know you don’t want to see me.” She sighed “ I’m leaving tomorrow, I’m going home, back to my time. I had hoped to say goodbye, maybe it’s better this way? I don’t know anymore. Can you do just one thing for me, Issac? I want you to be happy.” She sighed “Take care of yourself. I’m going to miss you.” She pressed her palm against the door “ Goodbye” She swallowed thickly and left with tears ready to erupt out of her eyes.

Issac looked at the door blearily, as if it were a stronghold, impossible to penetrate; keeping him from stepping out. He heard every word she said, to think that would be the last time he heard her voice. It pained him to even think about it. This was her choice who was he to try and stop her?

She didn’t plan on taking anything she had only come with the clothes on her back, it was only natural she leave the same way. As she headed to the infamous door led by Le Comte everyone was gathered around the door to see her off.

“Guys… You don’t have to do this”

“Perhaps we are doing this for us? We will miss you Hondjie.” Theo wrapped her up in a tight hug.

She made her rounds to each vampire hugging them and giving friendly kisses. As she made her way to Leonardo, he looked worried.

“ You don’t seem happy about leaving ma cherie. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“ No, but it’s what’s right.” He nodded his head and kissed her cheek.

“Are you ready?” Le Comte asked her, she looked at him wiping tears away.

“ Thank you, all of you. All of you have a special place in my heart.” She gave Sebastion and Comte each a hug before turning to the door. _ _ _ closed her eyes and took a deep breath while turning the handle when the door shut before she could open it wider. She opened her eyes confused. Issac had pressed his hand to shut the door.

“ Issac. Wha- what are you doing?” She turned around to face him.

“ I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean the things I said to you, any of it.” He swallowed making his Adam’s apple bob.

“Issac? I don’t understand, why tell me this NOW?”

“ I pushed you away. I said that so you would stay, so you would go home. I did it to protect you. From me, from them.” He motioned to the other vampires.

“ What I didn’t know was that my feelings for you would get in the way. I was ready to let you go, let you live your life, but-“

She raised her eyebrows “ But?”

“ I have to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“ How much I love you.”

“ Then show me” She grabbed his shirt pulling him towards her and carefully placed her lips on his.

Everyone started clapping, and Issac pulled away with his face radiating a red tint.

" Let's give them some privacy," Vincent said, as he pulled Theo away. One by one they all left.

“ I’ve loved you all along, Isaac.” She said cupping his cheeks.

“ You have? Even though I’m a -“

“ A what? A vampire? I wouldn’t care if you were a demon. ‘The heart wants what it wants or else it does not care’ Emily Dickinson said that, and that is exactly how I feel.” She grinned.

“Stay?” He lifted her chin up looking into her eyes before he kissed her as if his life depended on this one kiss.

“ I will,” she said between breaths. He smiled kissing her again.

" Yeah?" He rested his forehead on hers.

"Yeah" she whispered back with a smile.

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lonelysoul029 · 3 years

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His Hufflepuff Secret ~ Seven

<-Previous Chapter

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Y/N walks into the Great Hall and sits down next to Hannah, who is sitting across from Darren. They're both talking with Cedric Diggory and a brunette girl named Laurie.

"How are you so sure you're going to win Cedric?" Darren asks the older wizard.

"I've got faith in myself, D," Cedric answers, throwing a small piece of broccoli at his friend," And besides, that Potter ain't half bad, so either one of us can easily take the win for Hogwarts."

"I, for one, don't doubt that Cedric," Y/N chimes in, taking a few fries from Darren's plate. She's quick to avoid his hand swatting hers away.

"Thanks Fawley," the dark-haired boy smiles at her.

They continue to chat about the tournament. The boys even mention Fleur Delacour and the other Beauxbaton ladies and how 'pretty' and 'hot' they are compared to the girls at Hogwarts. This results in Hannah leaning over from across the table to smack Darren with her Care of Magical Creatures textbook.

"Ow! What'd you do that for?" Darren whines, rubbing at the top of his head.

"Beauxbaton girls are prettier than the girls here at Hogwarts huh?" Hannah scowls at the boy.

His face falls, "I-I was only joking, Hannah."

"Sure you were," she gets up from her seat, "Come on, Fawley. Let's go someplace where no gits are around to open their stupid mouths."

Y/N takes Darren's whole plate of fries and follows Hannah out the hall. They hear him trying to apologize to Hannah, but they're already halfway out the door.

~~~~•~~~~

The girls sit on one of the window sills near their next class as they munch on the stolen fried potatoes.

"So, since you're doing better after that incident with Pansy," Hannah speaks, "Maybe now we can talk about what happened at the Yule Ball?"

"Why? What happened at the Yule Ball?" Y/N knows what her friend is talking about, she just doesn't want to talk about it.

"Don't play dumb with me, Fawley," the blonde points a fry at her, "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Hell, the whole bloody school knows what I'm talking about!"

Y/N bangs her head against the concrete behind her, which was a stupid idea considering her still fairly new head injury. What the fuck is your beef with your own head? "So you saw it then?" she mumbles quietly.

"Well, when you kiss Draco Malfoy in the middle of the bloody dance floor," Hannah says sarcastically, "Anyone, or rather, everyone present in the room will obviously see it. In this case, half our school and Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, happened to be present in the room," she grins at her.

"Okay but that's not true," she tries to defend, "Technically, he kissed me. Not the other way around."

Hannah laughs, "Doesn't matter who kissed who first. What matters is that students and staff saw it, and now you two are the biggest gossip around here. On top of that-"

"There's more?" Y/N groans.

"Yes," Hannah nods, "Pansy Parkinson has been bad mouthing you any chance she gets."

Seriously? When is she ever going to stop with this attitude of hers?

"Speaking of, how's your head feeling?"

"Physically, the cut on my head is healing; but with all that's been going on, my brain cells are about to run away to South Korea just to escape my thoughts."

Hannah gives her a sympathetic smile, "What are your thoughts, anyway?"

"About what exactly?" Y/N prompts.

"Malfoy."

She groans, "Ugh where do I even start?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Hannah says sarcastically, "Maybe from the beginning?"

So Y/N does exactly that. She explains to Hannah that she and Malfoy have been friends since second year and how they both agreed to keep it a secret, "...but that's the thing! We promised each other to be friends only behind closed doors and then he goes and takes me to the ball and kisses me."

"It sounds to me that he's got it bad for you," Hannah smirks.

"I highly doubt he's 'got it bad' for me, Hannah," she uses air quotes to emphasize her point.

"Let's look at the facts then, shall we?" she leans forward with her elbows on her textbook and her hands interlaced, "You said that you've been friends in secret for years. In said years, you two flirted back and forth with each other and he's always touchy feely with you. He's probably been in love with you from the beginning! Maybe, he finally got the courage to show his feelings for you and thought that the Yule Ball was the perfect opportunity to do it."

Y/N scoffs nervously, "You could join the Major Investigation Department of the Magical Congress of the United States of America with that investigative thinking of yours," she babbles, trying to deflect what her friend is implying.

"That is not my point and you know it," Hannah says sternly, "With all that denying of yours, I'd say you've got it just as bad as Malfoy does."

"You ladies talking about me?" a familiar voice says.

"Absolutely not," Hannah quickly replies.

Y/N turns her head and sees Draco Malfoy towering over them with a smirk on his face.

"You sure about that, Abbott? Cuz I definitely heard my name," he utters cockily.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to eavesdrop?" Hannah retorts. Y/N is choosing to stay silent, both in embarrassment and not wanting to talk after what her friend just told her.

"I think if it's me you're gossiping about, I have the right to eavesdrop."

"Whatever, Malfoy," she rolls her eyes then pulls her friend up by the arm, "Let's go Y/N, we'll be late for class."

"Hey! I'm in this class too, Abbott," Draco follows the girls.

"And I care because...?" Hannah prompts as she walks faster.

He slows his pace and semi-yells, "Because that's my girlfriend you're dragging all the way there."

The girls stop dead in their tracks. Some students bump into them and some curse them for blocking the way. Hannah slowly turns around to face the Slytherin, "What did you just say?"

"Oh fuck," Y/N mutters under her breath before turning around as well.

"You heard me, Abbott," the boy says, his eyes flickering to Y/N's. A smug smirk permanently plastered on his face, "Ain't that right, sweetheart?"

She nervously meets Hannah's wide-eyed expression, "Yeah, uhh... small detail I forgot to mention?"

"Small detail?!" the other girl exclaims, "Y/N this is huge!"

"Hannah, please," Y/N rolls her eyes, "It's really not a big deal."

"Not a big deal my arse," Hannah grins, "I knew you've both got it bad. Turns out it's officially happening already."

"Can we just get to class?" Y/N groans.

"Fine."

The trio walk into Potions. The girls sit at their usual table with two other Hufflepuffs. On the other side of the room, Draco sits with Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise.

Snape is leaning on his desk, arms folded and face stoic as ever. If he dislikes his job so much, why not just quit? Y/N thinks.

The professor clears his throat, "Today, I will be teaching you about what can be considered the most powerful and most dangerous potion in the world; amortentia. Can anyone tell me what it is?" He scans the room full of bored students, "Mr. Nott."

"Amortentia is a love potion, professor. It can cause extreme infatuation or obsession from whoever drinks it," Theo answers confidently.

"And what is peculiar about it's scent?" Snape looks to the other side of the room, "Miss Fawley?"

Y/N looks up from her notes, "The scent is different for each person. Amortentia will smell like whatever the person is most attracted to."

"Would you like to tell us what you smell?" the professor says, gesturing to the cauldron at the front of the class.

"Sure, I guess," Y/N nods hesitantly. She gets up from her table and walks up to the front. Using her hand, she waves it over the cauldron and breathes in. "I smell apples, mint and... cologne?" A familiar snicker can be heard from one of the tables. Immediately, Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Interesting," Professor Snape hums, although his tone far from interested, "Please take your seat, Miss Fawley. Now, all of you are to brew this potion. I expect perfection and nothing less. Remember, amortentia is quite a dangerous potion, so don't ingest it. No fooling around. Anyone who fails to act properly will receive a month's detention."

The students nod, and a few 'yes, professor's' are muttered.

"You may begin."

Y/N grabs a cauldron while Hannah gathers the ingredients. They place the items back on their table and start going through the instructions.

"So," Hannah nudges Y/N's shoulder, "Apples and cologne, huh?" she smirks at her.

"Oh shut it, Abbott."

The blonde simply giggles, "Come on. Loosen up will you? At least you smelled your actual boyfriend, and not some other guy. That would've been completely awkward and embarrassing if what you described was antique rooms, firewood and Quidditch broomsticks, like Harry Potter's scent."

"Hannah, why in the world would I smell Harry Potter?" Y/N asks, extremely confused.

"Have you forgotten the beginning of second year?" Hannah raises an eyebrow at her, "I swear every single night you wouldn't shut up about him in our dorm."

Y/N takes a second to ponder, "Oh, right! I mean, Harry did look really cute that year," the girls both laugh but cut off by a tall man in a black cape.

"Is this laughter a product of working, ladies?" Snape's deep monotone voice rings in their ears. When the girls don't answer, he continues, "That's what I thought. Get back to the task. Next time, I will be deducting points."

"Sorry, Professor," Y/N mumbles. Snape glares at the two one last time before moving on to another table to pick on other students.

"Alright then. Let's finish this potion, shall we?" Hannah goes to add some rose thorns into the cauldron.

They finish the rest of the steps in silence and pretty soon, the smell of apples, mint and cologne surrounds Y/N's senses. "What do you smell, Hannah?"

"I smell... old books, red cedar and fudge. Ugh, of course even when I'm annoyed at him, he's still the one that I smell," Hannah rolls her eyes.

"Darren?" Y/N chuckles.

"You called?" Darren appears from behind them.

"Go back to smelling your 'hot' Beauxbaton girls, moron," Hannah repulses.

"Hey!I already said I was joking," he replies with an apologetic look.

Y/N watches the two, trying her best not to laugh at her friends. She turns away from them and spots Draco punching Zabini's arm and laughing. It seems as though Zabini pretended to guzzle down the potion and acted all lovey-dovey towards Goyle. Draco's gaze meets hers and he gives her a knowing wink. She smiles at him then sees Snape appear beside the Slytherin boys. Y/N turns back to her friends, knowing Zabini is definitely receiving that month's detention.

"That boy just knows exactly how to get to a girl's heart," Hannah says sarcastically. Darren has retreated back to his table and is purposefully avoiding the blonde girl's death glare.

"What even happened?" Y/N asks.

"He's just been a real git these last couple of days," Hannah sighs, "Saying all the wrong things all the time. I don't know if he's not interested in me anymore or he's just stupid, or both," she props an elbow up on the table and rests her chin on her hand.

"I say he's just stupid," she smiles and puts a hand on Hannah's shoulder, "I'm sure Darren will come to his senses."

"Thanks," Hannah smiles back.

"It appears all of you have finished," Snape announces, "But because you all took your precious time brewing the potion, class is now ending," he gives pointed looks at each table, "Take an empty bottle and label them with your names. You will pour the potion into the bottle and place it on my desk. I will assess and grade them after class. You're all dismissed."

The students do as they're told and place their amortentia potions on Snape's desk. Y/N and Hannah walk towards the exit then they hear a voice call out, "Fawley, wait up!"

They turn and see Draco and his friends catching up with them.

"What?" Y/N asks, already bored of the conversation she knows the topic of.

Draco stops right in front of her with a grin on his face, "Just wanted to know what you smelt from the amortentia."

She rolls her eyes, "You already know what it was."

"Maybe I just want to hear it again," he smirks.

Y/N scoffs, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, "You wanna hear how I smelt firewood and Harry's shampoo?" she smirks back at him.

"Ooh burn," Goyle says from behind Draco.

"Shut up, Goyle," Draco elbows him in the stomach. Goyle mumbles a sorry before Draco turns back to Y/N, "That wasn't funny."

"Really?" she bats her eyelids up at him innocently, "I think it was quite hilarious."

Draco grabs her wrist and pulls her closer to him. He leans down to her ear and whispers, "I think you should watch it, sweetheart."

Despite the heat rising in Y/N's cheeks from their closeness and the fact that their friends are seeing their obvious tension, she replies, "No, I don't think I will," she moves out of his grasp, but not before placing a kiss on his cheek. She winks at him then walks away, Hannah following close behind.

Draco just stands there, dumbfounded. Just when I think I have the upper hand... he smiles to himself.

"Merlin's beard, Malfoy. She's got you wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?" Zabini jokes.

He just glares at Zabini, but inside he's thinking: Yes. She really does.

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Sweet As Honey 16

For Shelby, happy birthday love! Stay awesome xo

Harry's just gotten out of the shower when his phone rings, buzzing on the bathroom counter top as y/n's contact pops up. Gripping the towel around his waist in one hand, Harry picks it up and answers the Face Time. He's greeted with a blurry picture of Arlo, who's shaking the phone in excitement. "Daddy!"

Gasping dramatically, Harry grins back. "Good morning bug!" He laughs when Arlo continues to wag the phone around, and he can hear y/n laugh too.

"Baby, stop shaking daddy. He can't even see you if you keep doing that!" Arlo freezes at his mother words, stilling the phone. Harry's able to make out the kitchen behind him, and by the colorful toys peaking around the edges of the screen Arlo's got the phone balanced on his walker.

"Where's mumma?" Harry asks, propping the phone up against the mirror so he can brush his teeth. Arlo thrusts the phone forward, it clattering down to the kitchen floor and he laughs around the toothpaste in his mouth.

"Arlo you don't throw the phone at me." Y/n scolds, and then after some blurry movement he can see his wife. She's in her fuzzy robe, hair a little messy on her head and he's pretty sure she just woke up. "Morning Harry."

Harry wiggles his fingers at her, spitting into the sink. "Hey darling, what's going on?"

Theo yelps in the background, and then Arlo's grumbling loudly. Y/n looks down at her feet, sighing softly. "Trying to make some oatmeal for us but someone's being a grump this morning." Arlo makes another annoyed sound.

"What's he whining about?"

Y/n settles her phone on the windowsill by the stove, allowing him to see her while she moves around to make breakfast. She's leans over, lifting Arlo from his walker and setting him on her hip. "He's mad that I'm making him eat real food instead of milk."

Arlo lays his head on her shoulder, tugging at the edge of her robe. Harry laughs, causing Arlo's head to perk up. Y/n sits him on the counter next to her, allowing him to still see Harry while she cuts up some blueberries.

Harry grabs his phone, returning to the bedroom. He's got to get dressed soon so he can head to the gym for press and warm ups, but he can take a minute to sit and talk to y/n and Arlo. "Don't blame him. I'd be mad too if I got your tits taken away from me."

Y/n rolls her eyes. "He's more concerned about the milk inside them, thank you." She rebuttals and Harry cackles. Arlo coos at the noise, leaning forward on his elbows so his face is close to the phone.

"Bug, can't see your mumma with your big head in front of the camera." Arlo ignores Harry, eyes staring so intently at the screen Harry feels as if Arlo's sat on his chest in person.

Y/n tugs on his pamper, pulling him back. "Listen to your daddy. S'not all about you." Arlo whines in frustration, reaching out and smacking y/n on the arm. It makes a loud stinging noise, but Harry knows it doesn't hurt too much. He's been on the receiving end of those chubby palms many times.

"Don't hit your mumma!"

"Don't hit me!" Harry and y/n scolds in unison, and she swats him back. Arlo grumbles, reaching to hit her again but she quickly scoops him up and sets him on the kitchen floor. "If you're going to be mean you can be by yourself!"

She scoops up the cut fruit on the counter, throwing it into the bowl of oatmeal on the counter. Arlo begins to wail, and Harry sees his little fingers reaching up towards her.

"Please don't tell me he's walking already?" Harry pleads, belly bubbling with apprehension. If he managed to miss Arlo's first steps after one night away he'll be devastated.

Giggling, she lifts Arlo back up onto her hip. "You've been gone one night Harry, you didn't miss any walking." He lets out a dramatic breath of relief. Arlo lays his head back on her shoulder, cheeks shiny with tears. Y/n digs out a spoon, scooping a little bite for him. He grumbles sadly, but his tongue flops out to welcome the bite.

"Never know," Harry reasons, smiling softly as he watches Arlo accept more bites. His chubby little hand falls down to y/n's growing tummy, and Harry thinks he needs a bigger chest to contain his growing heart. "little bugger said his first words when I was gone."

She giggles at the memory, scooping up a bite for herself. Arlo whines, tongue poking out for another bite. Y/n, glad that he's no longer pawing for breast milk, happily feeds him.

"Well, we've got a surprise for you but it's not walking." Harry brightens, smiling innocently at her. He widens his eyes a bit, giving her that same puppy look Arlo gives when he wants something.

"A surprise? What is it?"

She takes one look at him and laughs, shaking her head. Arlo finishes the last bite of his oatmeal and she uses her sleeve to wipe his messy mouth. "I'm not telling you mister, no matter how wide those eyes of yours get."

He pouts. "You always fall for my eyes."

"I know," she places the bowl in the sink, smiling at him. "but I'm building up some strength. Have to if I'm going to be raising three of you boys."

Harry scoffs. "You didn't raise me! I'm a man, was a man from the day you met me!"

Her amused smirk stays on, but her tone is a loving coo, "you were my first baby, Harry. Always be my first baby." He wants to argue, but then she's blowing him a kiss through the phone and he's all mush.

Harry feels odd leaving the unfamiliar locker room, following the path to the ring without y/n holding his hand. For being on Ken's turf, the cheers for him are surprisingly loud and Nick rubs his shoulders as if trying to say "all for you man!" to hype him up a bit. Nick stays off to the side while Harry and Liam slip through the ropes, Harry shrugging off his robe. Ken's name is announced, and much to Harry's enjoyment the cheers aren't as abundant as his were.

"Keep focused, wait him out," Liam instructs him quietly, helping with his gloves. "he's going to get some good hits in but he doesn't last long. He'll tire out, you step in with a quick combo and he's done for."

"Easy," Harry says, rolling out his shoulders.

"Easy," Liam agrees with a smirk, patting Harry on the back, "win it for y/n and Arlo, yeah?" Harry smirks, nodding as Liam exits the ring to stand next to Nick. The ref takes his place in the middle, beckoning Harry and Ken forward. They knock gloves together, Harry's stomach and chest fluttering with adrenaline. The bell rings, the ref ducks out of the way, and Harry zones in on Ken, ignoring the crowd around him. Y/n isn't in it so it doesn't matter anyway.

Maybe it's the reminder that he's doing this for y/n and Arlo. If he wins he'll keep moving up, until he's champion. He'll be able to give them everything they could ever want. Maybe it's just the excitement of being back in the ring after so long. Taking out the frustration of the past few months, particularly losing his childhood home and falling into the habit of fighting y/n. Whatever takes over him, he loves, because Ken only manages to get a few hard hits to Harry's torso before he's cornering him. He keeps him trapped against the ropes, smacking punches into his kidneys and arms that are protecting his face. It takes one hard hit to the hip for them to drop, and then Harry's delivering his knockout hit right to Ken's jaw.

The cheers are deafening, but all he can think about is his family back home. He's done it for them.

Arlo clumsily stuffs his pacifier between his lips, staring intently at y/n as she talks even though she knows she won't get an actual response out of him. Valentine's day is just around the corner so she's using her weekend without Harry to find a gift for him, but like usual, she can't think of anything that will even rival whatever he's planning. He's always out done her on Valentine's day and anniversaries (and pretty much every special occasion).

"Daddy's too good for all of this." She huffs, pouting at Arlo. He eyes a tiny stuffed turtle on the shelf of Valentine themed animals, little eyes widening beautifully, and she's still working on not turning to putty under those green eyes so she hands it to him. Gurgling happily, he rubs it's little fin over his cheek and the drool that smears into it's fabric is a certainty that she'll be buying it today. At least she got something for one of her boys, she thinks glumly, glaring at the gaudy gifts before her.

Giving up on gifts for now, she pushes the basket to the food section. She's recently got a new craving for spinach and artichoke dip, and that seems like a good distraction from the frustration of gift shopping. Arlo's grunting to himself, ignoring the moving world around him as she mindlessly goes up and down aisles. Her eyes land on a box of brownies, and she contemplating on whether or not to put walnuts in them when a familiar voice calls her name.

"Zayn?" She asks, bewildered by his sudden appearance in the city. He's got a basket in the crook of his arm, stacked with bags of bread that's way to much for one person.

"Its so good to see you!" Zayn exclaims, following y/n as she moves her basket off to the side. "And another baby? Congrats!"

Awkwardly thanking him, she accepts his side hug with a protective hand over her belly. "What are you in the city for?" She asks as politely as possible, stepping closer to the basket when Arlo wraps a hand around her shirt and tugs her towards him.

Zayn's eyebrows scrunch in confusion. "I live here, was just back home for my sister's birthday that same weekend you lot were."

"Oh," she says dumbly, laughing a bit. "I don't know why I assumed you still lived in town."

He laughs breezily, shrugging. "It's fine love. Didn't really come up at the diner that day. Was going to tell Harry but he seemed like he didn't really want to talk."

Arlo grunts angrily, a low growl in his voice that reminds her of a sound Harry makes when he's frustrated or angry, and he grips her shirt tighter. "Yeah, Harry's not too social." She laughs, lifting Arlo out of the cart. He clings to her side, eyeing Zayn with a scrunch between his eyebrows.

"That's right," he laughs along, glancing down at Arlo's glare. "Passed the trait onto this one huh? Arlo yeah?"

She bounces him on her hip, but he grunts angrily at her. "Yup. He's not too fond of strangers either, gets that same frown Harry does."

Despite how hard Arlo's glaring at him, Zayn smiles fondly at the miniature copy of Harry and y/n assumes he has to be used to that look if he was once friends with Harry. "It's so great to see Harry with a family. He was torn up after everything with his dad and are relationship kinda fell apart-" he winces, eyes a little guilty, "wish I'd tried harder to keep him around. Can't believe I missed Harry Styles getting married."

He laughs, shaking his head as if the thought of Harry standing at the alter waiting to be wed is too much for him. She supposes it is, knowing Harry had sworn off marriage and kids a long time ago, and the reminder that she's the one that brought him in makes her flush with pride.

Eyes widening, she beams at Zayn. He looks at her in confusion, stepping forward with his hands out cautiously. He glances at her stomach with worry, "what's wrong?"

Arlo grunts at him, reaching out to harshly shove at Zayn's chest but y/n moves to put him back in the basket. "I just remembered something and I've really got to go but it was great seeing you!" She's off, pushing the basket quickly without waiting for another word from Zayn. Arlo's looking at her with a scrunch on his nose, obviously very upset that she took the time to stop and talk to a stranger, one Arlo disliked from the moment he met Zayn. He gets his possessiveness from Harry too, but she can't be bothered to apologize to her son because she's come up with the perfect gift for Harry.

Harry's sore, but that does nothing to stop the anxious bouncing of his leg. They're well into city limits again, Nick heading to drop Harry off first rather than Liam in hopes of keeping his friend from bursting in the backseat. Harry had slept the whole way home, until they got within a half hour of the city and he'd shot awake like a bomb had gone off inside him.

"I know it was only two nights, but I swear he's gotten taller!" Harry rambles, unable to stop himself from raving about his babies. "And the baby had to have gotten bigger too! Y/n's looking fuller, and of course my kids want to grow lots when m'gone. S'not-"

"Look Harry here's your gate!" Liam interrupts, rubbing his temples. He's got a headache from Harry's ability to talk without having to take a breath. He wonders why that much energy isn't present during fights.

Harry starts stuffing his travel blanket and snack wrappers into the bag next to him, shoving his phone in his pocket and retying his shoe laces while the gate swings open. He's unbuckled before the cars even stopped, throwing the door open while Nick simultaneously throws the car in park.

"Thanks for the ride guys!" Harry says quickly, grabbing all his belongings. "See you at the gym!"

He cuts off Liam's goodbye with the slam of the car door, taking off on eager legs to the front steps. The door swings open for him, and he's met with the wonderful, absolutely wonderful, sight of his wife holding his son's hand with beaming smiles.

"Daddy's back!"

Arlo squeals in delight, tone so high pitched it stings a bit, but not even the slight wince can remove his smile. Dropping his bags to the floor, Harry kicks the front door shut with his foot and crouches down for his son. Arlo closes the tiny gap between them, fitting his belly into Harry's hands for him to lift him, and it's not until Harry's smacking kisses to those chubby cheeks he loves so much that he realizes what just happened.

"Darling," he breathes in shock, eyes wide when they meet her equally amazed ones. "did ya see that? He just-Arlo just-he walked! He bloody walked!"

The words sound surreal on his tongue for some reason, and even though y/n nods happily and presses a kiss to both of their faces, he needs to be certain that his baby boy just took his first steps. "Hold him." Harry instructs breathlessly, heart rattling as he hands Arlo over to y/n. He moves down the entryway, only about a foot away and crouches down. "Set him down."

Y/n does as she's told, setting Arlo who's been wiggling in her arms, onto his bare feet. "Daddy!" Arlo laughs, wobbling forward. He takes a couple tentative steps, but then he's charging forward with certainty into Harry's arms again. Tears spring up in his eyes as he throws Arlo up and catches him, showering him in kisses and praises. Arlo gurgles happily under Harry's loving words, and he beams when he realizes y/n is recorded them. He hopes she got him walking on camera because he wants to watch it for the rest of his life.

"Was this my surprise?" Harry sniffles, snuggling Arlo into his chest and bouncing him. Y/n brightens even more, keeping her phone recording the two boys.

"Arlo bubba, what do we tell daddy?" She calls softly, and Arlo sits up at her words. "Daddy?" He mumbles, eyebrows scrunching as if he's thinking really hard about what ever y/n has taught him to say. Harry can't help but coo at his cute little face, waiting excitedly for Arlo to speak.

"Daddy bubba, what do we say to daddy now?"

Harry bounces him again, biting his lip as Arlo looks over at y/n. She nods encouragingly and then he turns back to Harry, reaching up to cup Harry's stubble ridden jaw. "Love daddy."

The sound that leaves him is tortured but wholesome, and his teary eyes flood into a happy puddle of sniffles. "What was that bug?" Harry croaks, needing to hear it again. This time Arlo smiles widely, patting Harry's face. "Love daddy."

Y/n giggles wetly as Harry buries his face in Arlo's body, murmuring that he loves him too, and that Arlo's his good boy, and that they'll always be best mates. Fingers stroke through his hair, and he feels y/n wrap her other arm around them.

"We're so proud of you Harry," she promises, kissing his temple. "and we love you so much."

"Love daddy." Arlo repeats, sealing his slurred words with a tug on Harry's hair. He cries even harder, cheeks flushing in embarrassment when y/n laughs at him. It's good to be home.

"M'actually meeting up with Anne for lunch."

The line is silent for a moment and Harry pauses his walking, free hand resting on the knob of the locker room door while he waits for y/n to say something. "Oh," she finally breathes in confusion, "what for?"

Harry tugs open the door, crossing the gym so he can get to his car as quick as possible, and to the restaurant as quick as possible, and home as quick as possible. He's not exactly looking forward to a lunch with just him and Anne but he knows it's needed. Whenever they try to talk with y/n or Gemma around everything gets sugar coated or pushed on someone else. Y/n needs to stop speaking for him, and Gemma for Anne. He knows that, and he knows it'll make a big difference in the constant weight on his chest, but he's still anxious.

"Wanted to talk," he says simply, using the remote to unlock the car, "promised you I'd be better and this is how m'starting."

"Well I'm proud of you baby." Harry grins, glad that she's not upset about him leaving her and Arlo to lunch by themselves. "You'll call me if you need anything right?"

Harry settles into the car, waiting to start it so the Bluetooth doesn't mess up their phone call. "Of course I will. Do you want me to bring home any food?"

"Mmm maybe some ice cream?"

"I said food darling."

She huffs quietly. "Please? The baby really wants mint ice cream!"

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair because she knows just how to make him bend. He can never say no to her, especially when his baby is involved. "Fine. Some for Arlo then too, yeah?"

"I can share with him-"

"Already sharing with the other one," Harry cuts off, "I can get him one of those mini things. It'll feel good on that bloody tooth of his too."

Harry's nose scrunches in annoyance at the reminder of the new tooth that's begun poking out of Arlo's gums. It really loves to bother him at night, waking him up with red cheeks and a fever. With y/n growing the baby, Harry's taken to getting up with Arlo so she can rest, sitting in the nursery or living room for hours while Arlo cries and mouths at one of his frozen teething rings. Last night had been particularly tough, baby Tylenol not helping for some reason, and Harry woke up with a crick in his neck from having it tilted back on the couch.

"He's doing a bit better. Stubborn thing was out this morning but it's gone back in which means..."

"It'll be back to haunt me tonight." Harry groans.

"I can take care of him so you can rest."

He shakes his head, scoffing. "Nonsense. S'our boy time." Y/n laughs at his excuse, thanking him for helping out but he blows it off. He's a parent too and he doesn't mind staying up late for his baby.

"Gotta get going love so m'not late," Harry says sadly, "don't think I'll be too long."

She hums. "Well we'll be here. Probably go for another walk unless you'd like to come with us?"

"S'fine love. Know it's good for you and the boys so don't wait on account of me."

She giggles again but it's cut off by the familiar wail of a baby just waking up from his nap. Harry frowns, picturing Arlo all warm and soft as he cries for someone to come snuggle him. "There he is," she sighs, "I'll see you later Harry. Have fun at lunch."

"I'll try. Love you darling."

He patiently waits for her response, listening to her shush Arlo as she undoubtedly picks him up from his play pen. "We love you too."

Anne is waiting outside the cafe, round framed sunglasses over her eyes and the sweater Gemma had gifted her for Christmas. Harry winces when he realizes he's a few minutes late but he doesn't feel bad about calling y/n so he won't feel bad about it making him late.

"Just come from the gym?" Anne asks him in greeting, smiling nervously. He nods, hair still damp from his shower and falling messily onto his forehead. He pushes it back, pulling open the door for her.

"Training more often than usual now. S'more competitive being a tournament and all."

Anne nods in understanding, and they silently find a booth to sit at. No words are spoken, at least not to each other, as they search the brunch menu and give their orders to the waitress that greets him. Harry can feel his heartbeat in his throat, swallowing nervously as he fiddles with his discarded straw wrapper. He invited Anne here, he reminds himself, so he should speak first.

"I used to be really fucked up," Harry finally says, eyes dropping to his fiddling fingers when Anne meets his gaze. He can't find it in himself to look at her right now. "sometimes I feel like I still am. I had been better, for a really long time actually. Met y/n, knew from the second I saw her that I couldn't lose her so I changed. Tried to. It took a lot, I had terrible habits for years before her.

"Couldn't go one night without a drink, fought almost every day because I had nothing else to do. I never even had a girlfriend before her, I used girls. I didn't want to get attached I guess-" Harry has to clear his throat, cheeks flushing in embarrassment at the way his voice cracks. The paper between his fingers crumbles but he continues to pull at it. "Her and I struggled so fucking much for months. I was paranoid, thought she was going to leave or hate me or something. Was too scared to stay the night with her in case I had a nightmare about dad or something-"

"Harry-"

"No!" Harry says gruffly, gaze snapping up harshly, "I need to say it. I need to say it all, yeah?"

Anne nods feebly, fingers playing with the sleeves of her sweater. "She found out about everything when I had a panic attack in the middle of the night. For some reason, she didn't mind. Didn't care that I was fucked up. And she was there, always. Didn't matter if the sight was pretty or not, she was always there.

"But we still fought. I'd get scared and shut down. So we decided that I'd go to therapy." Anne's bottom lip trembles and she reaches over the table, laying her palm over one of Harry's shaking hands. His eyes fall down to the fingers of his mother, rubbing soothingly over the ink on his skin as if she loves every bit of him, even the scars and marks. He takes a trembling breath.

"Thought I would hate it but it was really good. I talked about everything, about Jack and how he hurt you, about dad, about Gem leaving us. Talked about boxing, how much it means to me and how it brought me to y/n. It was really fucking nice to just talk, and it's helped. Don't go much anymore now that my anxiety is under control, but I think I have to go back."

She doesn't miss a beat. "Is it my fault?"

Harry nods, eyes still downcast. It’s not totally Anne’s fault but he knows the reason he’s so on edge all the time is because of her. He can't let it go, can't move on from that rejection no matter how hard he tries. He can't think of any other solution but going back to Dr. Wells.

"S'too hard to figure it out like this." He says with a sad shake of his head, "I feel like I can't talk to you, not really because you just stare at me and wait for Gemma to say something. And I don't even really know what to say. Can feel everything deep in my heart and on the tip of my tongue but I can't even tell you how much that day fucked me over.

"But the doctor I go to knows me and he knows what happened, so I think he'll know what to do."

They fall silent, hands retreating to their laps as the waitress delivers Harry's blueberry pancakes and Anne's omelette. He thanks her quietly, reaching for the syrup when his mother speaks up.

"I don't know what to say Harry," she murmurs "I have no excuses for what I did or what I put you through. I never should've let Jack in our lives and I never should made you leave mine.

"At the time it felt like it was right. I thought I needed him and I thought you'd be better off without us. You always were a bit different from Gemma and I, thought you'd be happy to have a life without us."

Harry's heart shudders, eyes welling with tears and he's not sure if they're out of anger or hurt or both. "Thought I'd be happy living on my mates couch? Not knowing if you were safe or if Gemma got into medical school? Not knowing if you-" He chokes on his words, angrily cutting into his stack of pancakes. His jaw aches from how tightly he's clenched it, and his knuckles are white around the fork in his hand.

"If I what Harry?"

If you loved me. He shakes his head, refusing to look at her. Her sigh is soft but loud enough for him to hear and he revels in the way it trembles. Maybe it's morbid, but he's glad she's feeling guilty or sad. It means something, means she at least somewhat cares.

Anne digs into her meal as Harry's swallowing his bite. He clears his throat, gaining her attention again. "A lot of shit happened, and we need to talk about it somewhere where I know I can actually talk so if you're up for it, I want ya to go see Dr. Wells with me."

He glances up at her, finding her wide eyes and shocked. "You think I should go to therapy?" His nod is firm. "That's the only place I'll be able to talk so if you want to fix this, to show that we can maybe be a family again this is your last chance."

She doesn't hesitate to agree and Harry can't help but feel relieved. Maybe she is here for the long haul. After a moment of them eating in silence, Harry says what's been running through his head since he saw his old house burnt to dust.

"Talking to a therapist might help you too," he says softly, continuing when she looks at him in confusion, "know what Jack did messed ya up. You've got some kinda trauma or PTSD from it, especially the fire. You should get help, it's worth it."

"How did you know?"

"That day with the smoke alarms," he says, "when you ran outside and didn't really think about y/n or Arlo. Fight or flight kicked in and you did what you're mind told you to do. After that night the house burned down it became habit to run."

Anne seems a bit surprised at his words, like she didn't ever expect him to pay that much attention to her or notice something like that. "You got all the fight in the family." She smiles weakly.

Harry shakes his head. He may be a boxer and punching maybe therapeutic to him, but he knows he's a flight person. After all the girls he's ran from, the times he tried to push y/n away and to hide from her proved it. "Believe it or not, m'not the fighter." He admits, knowing he's here today because y/n has always fought for him.

More time at the gym wasn't ideal, especially with y/n growing bigger and bigger every day. Four months down to the exact day until they're expecting the new baby and Harry hates having to spend four days a week with Liam. He knows it's for the best, the fights are only going to get harder as they go, but he wants to be there when y/n wakes up with sore feet, too tired to make her own breakfast. He's been taking Arlo with him in the mornings, letting him sleep in his car seat or hang out with Mark while Harry trains. Now that he's walking Mark takes him for laps around the ring or on the treadmill. It's never on because it's too fast for Arlo's legs but he loves climbing on there right after Harry's finished a run. That's one of the positive things; spending most mornings with his son, the second positive being Harry's excuse to leave y/n at home.

He was able to get her Valentine's day gift together without her knowing, saying he's staying late at the gym when him and Arlo are really running around to gather what they needed. Their new sleep schedule of being up at least an hour before y/n works good too, making it easy for him to slip out of bed without waking her. She stays curled up in the blankets, lips parted with soft snores that she only ever has when she's pregnant, and Harry gently peels a strand of hair away from her mouth before kissing her cheek.

Taking the baby monitor with him, he slips into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, tying his messy hair up in a pink scrunchie so it stays out of his face today. Quietly tip toeing to the closet, he throws on some black pants and a red tee-shirt as the beginning sounds of Arlo stirring come through the baby monitor. He's quick to get to Arlo's room, lifting him out of the crib just as he's blinking his bright eyes open. Arlo's still sleepy and docile while Harry changes him, leaving him in just his diaper until it's time to get dressed.

Face burrowed in Harry's chest, Arlo slips in and out of sleep as Harry moves around the kitchen to gather everything needed to make homemade cinnamon rolls. Y/n has been eating a lot of them lately, mostly the store bought ones but he knows she prefers homemade ones, and he figured today would be a good day to surprise her with them.

"Alright bug," Harry says after peeling Arlo off long enough to slip an apron on, "let's get cooking."

Harry's side of the bed is empty and cold when y/n reaches over for him, fingers aching to feel his warm skin. She pouts, eyes still fluttering with exhaustion but desperate for her husband, she forces herself to wake up and find him. Lucky for her, she's only managed to get up and pee, stepping out of the closet in Harry's purple bath robe when the man she's looking for comes through the doorway.

He's got a tray of cinnamon rolls and two glasses of milk balanced in his right hand, back hunched as he reaches down to hold Arlo's hand with the other. She freezes, eyes stinging with happy tears at the sight of them. Arlo's waddling alongside his daddy, hair messy under the heart topped antenna headband he's got balanced on his head. And instead of his pajamas (which are just his diaper), he's wearing a lady bug costume that's a little too big on him.

"Happy Valentine's day!" Harry cheers, beaming widely. He's got the same headband on his own head, the hearts flopping in opposite directions, and he's wearing a red that matches the shade of Arlo's costume.

"Hap mumma!" Arlo cheers, unable to finish the word happy let alone Valentine's day but the words still force tears down her cheeks. Harry sets the tray down on the dresser, scooping Arlo up. He rushes towards her, chuckling when she throws herself into his chest.

"Alright love bug," Harry says after pressing kisses to the top of her head, "give mumma her cuddles in bed okay?"

Arlo murmurs an agreement, happily switching to y/n's hold. She smiles brightly at the little boy in her arms, settling back into bed with him. He curls up into her side, laying his head on her belly as Harry brings over the tray of food and leans in for a kiss.

"I love you Harry," she sighs dreamily, cupping the side of his face. He grins, cheeks blossoming with pink and slots his mouth to hers again. "Love you too darling," he sits by her feet, resting the tray on his thighs, "now eat up so your love bugs can spoil you."

They enjoy breakfast together, y/n offering Arlo little bites of food and drinks of milk. He grumpily accepts the cup, but not until he's tugged at her clothes with eyes pleading for breast milk rather than cow. Harry snickers and mumbles proudly that "that's my boy," even if he has to scold him for trying to hit y/n again. That's become his go to response to being denied her breasts, one that Harry claims is understandable.

The grumpiness dissolves off of Arlo's face when Harry requests y/n move to the bathroom, sitting her on the counter by the sink. He insists on brushing her teeth for her and combing her hair, brushing Arlo's few teeth as well when he whines for the toothpaste, all the while the bath fills up with soapy water. Hair pulled up in a scrunchie that matches Harry's, she relaxes into the tub. Arlo stands next to the tub with Harry crouched next to him. She almost starts crying again when he fishes her feet out of the tub, massaging the tender soles of them. Arlo jabs at her other foot, tickling her more than massaging, and she giggles happily when Harry grumbles, "Put your back into it mate, mumma deserves the best!"

They rotate feet so that she gets equal tickling and massaging on each foot, and when she thinks she'll melt into the bubbles around her, Harry moves up to massage her shoulders and neck as well. "If you keep going I'm gonna fall back asleep."

"Go ahead love," Harry chuckles deeply, thumbs pressing into her spine, "can sleep all day if ya want."

The offer is tempting, but she feels like she hasn't seen either of her boys very much this past week so she shakes her head. "Want to spend time with my men today."

Arlo peeks over the bathtub at her words, headband slipping forward on his head. She gently pushes it back, smiling at him. "Yeah I'm talking about you." He gurgles happily, bouncing on his feet when she moves to climb out of the bath. Harry wraps her up in a big towel, lips leaving tender pecks to her face.

"Thank you Harry, you're the best husband."

"S'not over yet," He shrugs as if his thoughtfulness is nothing but his cheeks flush again. After wrapping her up in his robe again, Harry carries Arlo down the stairs and sits him on the couch. He's made a sheet fort for her, perfectly framing the tv where her favorite movie is queued up. Arlo gets antsy in his costume so she strips him down to his pamper, bringing him to her chest for snuggles. She ends up caving and breastfeeding him for a bit, Harry watching them with hearts in his eyes as he paints her toe nails and moisturizes her feet, slipping fluffy socks on them.

Her mind trails to her gift for him, stomach bubbling anxiously but she knows now is not the time for it. Harry's prepared a whole day of pampering for her so her gift can wait until tonight.

Y/n steals Harry's headband while he's washing up for bed, scrubbing his shirt because Arlo spit up food and milk all over it when he was putting him to bed, and when he finally drags his feet into the bedroom, he looks absolutely exhausted. His eyes are puffy and glazed, green seeming brighter than usual and he's got a tired little smile sinking his dimples into his cheeks. The scrunchie that once held his hair up now sits around his wrist, hair flopping onto his forehead when he collapses into the sheets next to her.

"Ya have a good day darling?" He slurs into the pillow, raising an eyebrow. She cards her fingers through his hair, heart swelling when he purrs contently.

"The best. Thank you."

Harry hums. "Love you so bloody much."

"I love you more." She giggles, and his grin widens.

"Was planning on shagging you through the mattress tonight but m'fucking tired." He snorts into the pillowcase, rolling onto his side when she leans down to kiss his cheek.

"There's always tomorrow baby," she reminds, "and the rest of our lives."

Harry's smirk widens even more, eyes gleaming. He reaches out for her hand, bringing the back of it up to his warm lips.

"Can I give you my gift now?"

He tries to remain bashful, but by the look in his eyes she knows he's been waiting to see what she's got him for Valentine's day. After he nods she reaches over to the bedside table, pulling the envelope out and handing it over to him. Harry eyes it curiously, rolling onto his back and wiggling a finger under the seal. Y/n chews on her bottom lip, hoping he's not upset or disappointed in it.

Harry slips the ivory paper out, brows furrowing as he reads over the words. She knows he's confused, knows he's trying to understand why she's gifted him a wedding invitation for them on the anniversary of their actual wedding. "Darling, I already married you."

She giggles, nodding. "I know you did. It was one of the best days of my life. But it was missing... pieces. Family."

Harry sits up, crossing his legs over each other and reaching out for her hand. "So you want to..."

"Renew our vows." She says firmly. "Here at the house. With my family and yours, and our boys."

The silence that follows make her shrink, shoulders hunching a bit and she's panicking before she can even see the tears in his eyes. "If you want! Don't have to! I just thought-"

Harry pinches her lips together between two fingers, cutting off her rambling. He chuckles lightly, pressing his lips to her puckered ones. "I fucking love it." He finally assures. "S'incredible. You're incredible. Can't believe you're doing this for me."

"Marrying you again?" She says, smiling sweetly. "Harry, I'd marry you any day."

He slots his mouth to hers again, dropping the slip of paper to the bed as he pushes her back to the mattress, body following until his knees are caging her in and his hips press into hers. "Making it hard to not fuck you right now."

Her grin is innocent, but her eyes are sinful. "Maybe you should just do it then?"

He grunts low in his throat, smashing their lips back together. He supposes he should take any chance he gets to fuck her on her back before her tummy grows too big so why not start now?

Her hands find a home in his hair, tangling into the curls at the base of his neck. Harry groans, chest rumbling and he's slipping his hand over her belly when a cry comes through the baby monitor. He's barely had a chance to huff in frustration before a swift kick is delivered to his palm.

"You've got to be kidding me," Harry mutters, glaring down at y/n's stomach. "Both of ya? Really? Lads are supposed to stick together!"

Y/n giggles at him, pecking his forehead softly. "Go ahead super dad. We'll be here."

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We Found Love in a Hopeless Place Part 24

The end of this fic has arrived!!! Hope you like this and comments your thoughts.

Read you at the end.

Chapter 24: Family

Spencer had been working in between cases trying to understand what was going on with those emails he received a few weeks ago.

“You’re so quiet… when you read” Max said as she walked to him, holding two cups of coffee.

“My brain is working… this person is sending me weird messages and I can understand quite well what he is meaning…” he said looking at her while holding the cup of coffee “I think this person was in my seminars and got my email from there”

“Not even with your super memory?” she asked sitting next to him.

He laughed softly “the problem is that there were so many people that I can’t focus on a particular person if I don’t know who I am looking in the first place”

She nodded and checked his laptop “and what do you expect to find?”

“I think this person is dealing with someone really dangerous because the way he is talking is like he knows someone might track our communications” she nodded drinking more coffee “now… I don’t know what to do, I’m trapped” he bit his lip thinking and watching the screen.

She looked at him and closed the laptop “come on… let’s go out for a walk. It will relax you” she held his cup and put it on the table then held his hand and made him get in.

“Max… I don’t know if this case is a life or dead situation…” he said looking at his girlfriend.

“Spencer… baby… I know it is important but I learned something in my career, when you can’t have new and creative ideas, you need to do something else, like going out or listen to music” she looked up at him “if you stay here your brain won’t think correctly”

“Well that’s a good theory”

“It’s not a theory, it’s a fact” she smirked softly and he smirked back “now let’s go”

He nodded and after getting jackets the couple left the apartment for a walk. They set just one rule; they cannot mention anything about his current investigation. They ate pretzels and watched the kids playing at the park.

They spent the rest of the afternoon out of the apartment. And when they got back to the apartment she looked at him before open the door “you need to relax and think out of the box. If this person is talking with encrypted messages you need to try to figure out the meaning for them” he nodded and leaned in to kiss her.

“I think that’s a great advice” he hugged her and walked in together.

After a couple of hours later they ordered dinner and decided to watch a movie, he picked Titanic. Almost at the end of the movie and a couple of tears after Jack’s dead; Max looked up at him and, as the credits started, with Celine Dion in the background she started to talk “Spencer, I had been thinking for a while about this but I knew neither of us were ready but now I think we are” she said looking his face and his reactions “I want you to move in with me. Its almost a year since we met and honestly I never had good luck with this kind of decisions but I got a feeling that it will be different with you” she bit her lip looking at him.

Spencer took a long moment to answer, making her nervous “I would love to. I know your story with your ex boyfriends and you know that I’m like an old man in a younger one but as you said… I think we are different and we love each other so I’m sure we will be perfectly fine” she hugged and kissed him.

He decided to ask for a days off to continued his investigations and to move his books and clothes to her apartment. And he was sure that he found everything he needed to know, he led a SWAT Team in a storage unit where they found the former VICAP agent Owen Quinn.

At first he thought the agent was dead but suddenly the man came back to life and they took him to check in the hospital then returned to the BAU.

“Spence… how did you find Quinn?”

“I received some emails with some encrypted information and at the end I figured them out to find him”

“Emails? Since when you… the technophobic… created an email account?”

“JJ I created one for my classes during the few months I was my hours in the field restricted, so you don’t need to worry…” he said walking to the interrogation room.

“Of course I have to… Spence, you hid information about going to New Mexico to buy a medicine for your mother, which led Catherine Adams to attack you” she said stopping him “I’m your best friend and I didn’t even know you have and email. Also I feel like you are hiding more things and I can’t tell what”

“JJ… you know I really appreciate your concern and I’m happy that you are worry but I’m not a kid or your son. I’m a grow man and I can take care of myself. I know you do it because you don’t want me to get hurt but you can’t protect me all the time” he said in a calm voice, he did not say it angry or frustrated. She just nodded and he left to start the interrogation.

It was hard to believe Quinn’s story about the marriage couple and their son keeping him hostage, so the team was trying to keep their minds open but it was hard, especially knowing his paranoia with this serial killer team.

After hours they discovered that the person who sent Spencer the emails was Theo, the son of the crazy couple, which helped them to believe in Quinn’s story. When they finally understood about the cult they led Quinn go.

The team left to Rossi’s house for a drink and maybe even dinner but Spencer and Penelope which stayed a few more time. He wanted to wait with Quinn’s son until his dad was released, and he texted Max about it, and Penelope had a few things to finished before joining the team.

But VICAP agent Mary Meadows went down with Penelope and Quinn and she killed Quinn and kidnapped Penelope.

Then took Spencer hostage with her and took them out of the FBI building.

The team thought it was Quinn’s fault at first but after watching the cameras they realized that Mary was the one who did it. Meanwhile Spencer and Penelope worked together to left breadcrumbs for the team, doing little things to lead them to the cult.

Emily recognized Mary from an old case and the team discovered their plan of killing three hundred people and Spencer was the three hundredth so they decided to leave to save him after saving Penelope.

They did not have troubles finding the Cult, and they made sure to be quiet to infiltrate and save Spencer.

On their way home and after a heartfelt conversation Emily decided to give him a little surprise to she texted Max, explained her briefly what happened and asked her to go to the FBI office. Max did not ask much, she was happy to know he was fine and on his way home so she drove to the FBI.

Emily made some calls to get her in and when they arrived to the airport, the team went to the office to see Garcia, who was crying and hugged her good friend and Comic-Con partner.

Then Emily led him to her office “I brought a surprise for you, I made sure no one see her because I know you don’t want them to know” he shook his head knowing what she did.

“Really? You brought her here?” she nodded and opened the door of her office. There was Max biting her nails waiting. She looked at him, he had some bruises and cuts on his head but he looked as handsome and perfect as usual.

She walked to him and hugged him tightly; he hugged her back and laid his head on her hair. She cried on his chest for a minute and when she calmed down he led her to a couch in the office.

“I-I got worry when you didn’t arrive but I thought you had some other things to do. T-Then Emily texted me to come here because you were kidnapped by a cult…”

“Yeah… I met them after Gidion left the team, their former leader died that day and another man took over the cult. They spent all this time killing around the country and collecting the bone that hold the tongue in place. They had two hundred ninety-nine of them and wanted there three hundred”

“And it would be yours, right?” she rubbed his cheek with tears. He nodded and his eyes were on hers “what happened to the man you found?”

“He died… the woman who kidnapped me and Garcia killed him because he recognized her” she nodded and hugged him again. She was happy to have him back but worry about what could come next “come on… I think you should meet my family” he smiled and stands up “they saved me and now I want them to know someone who saved me in another way” she smiled still with tear.

They walked out the office and there were the rest of the team. JJ looked at him then at her and she smiled, finally realizing why he was different. The rest of the team looked at them and smiled.

“Boy genius had a girlfriend?” asked Penelope watching Max close to him.

“Apparently…” said Matt looking at Luke “you own me 50 bucks” he whispered in his ear.

The Latin man signed “You are better profiler than me man…” he handed it to Matt without the others realizing.

“Guys this is Max. She is my girlfriend and the person who helped me recover after what happened with Cat” she waved at them.

“I heard so many things about you all and I’m glad to finally meet you” said Max smiling.

Each of them introduced themselves and after that Rossi invited them to go to his house for a proper dinner/ breakfast and a toast for finally meeting Spencer’s girlfriend.

Mount Pleasant Women’s Correctional Facility

Cat Adams was in her cell, bored, when one of her puppets walked in “Cat, I have information…”

“About?”

“Spencer Reid…” Cat’s bored face changed “he has a girlfriend”

“How do you know it?”

“There’s someone in the FBI that told a guard here and he told me” Cat smirked and nodded.

“Thank you Claire… I have something fun to do now” her smile grows bigger.

“The memories we make with our family is everything.” – Candace Cameron Bure.

FIN?

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I hope you liked this final chapter. Thank you again for reading and sharing your feedback. If you have plots for Maxcer let me know and I will do it.

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evil-slytherin-queen · 4 years

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Must've Been the Wind

warning: physical abuse, abuse, violence, Vernon Dursley is an asshole

Draco lugged the last two boxes into his new flat. One pushed through the door by his foot and the other in his arms. He settled them both on the ground and sighed with content. Finally, he had all of the boxes out of his car, even if it had taken all day.

This was going to be brilliant. A new start. Far away from his family, their dirty money and nothing stopping him from pursuing whatever and whoever he bloody well pleased. All he had to do was unpack.

Draco scanned the floor of his newly bought flat and suppressed a groan at all the boxes laid about. He'd definitely have to ring up Pansy, and the boys to help him unpack and organize everything. Speaking of, Draco grinned at the thought and swiped to answer his ringing cell.

"I was just thinking of you," Draco hummed, as he walked into the kitchen, hoping to put on some tea.

"Lovely, I wanted to see how you were, darling. How's the flat? Not too common I hope?"

Draco snorted at that, of course Pansy would be worried about it being 'too common'. He glanced around the flat once more and realized how common Pansy would certainly find it. It wasn't overly cheap, or run down but it was nothing compared to either of their childhood homes. The flat had only three rooms: a bedroom and bath, the living and dining area, and the kitchen. She would be mortified.

"You do realize, I bought this on my salary, Pans?" He said, rummaging through one of the boxes labeled kitchen to find his kettle, mugs, and some tea.

"Yes, yes, I suppose I'll simply have to get used to it then."

Draco finally managed to pull out what he was looking for and smiled at his success as he filled the kettle with tap water and turned the gas stove on.

"Poor, Princess Pansy, having to visit her dearest friend in squalor, so terribly close to peasants, however will she survive?" Draco cried dramatically, leaning his hip against the counter as he waited, a snooty smirk plastered on his face.

"Oi! Watch yourself, Draco, darling. Wouldn't want me to do anything unsavoury next time I see you, now would we? And it's queen not princess, thank you very much."

Draco resisted the urge to snort again as he carded a hand through his mused hair. He and Pansy both really did have quite a flare for the dramatics. It was a wonder how the world survived with the pair of them as friends.

"Speaking of seeing one another, would you like to help-"

A loud crash, one that sounded an awful lot like glass shattering, cut Draco off from finishing his statement. The sound had come from the flat above his and he drew his eyebrows up in confusion, then shrugged. Someone had most likely just dropped something, it was fine.

"Draco?"

"Right, sorry, thin w-"

-walls. Apparently, there were very thin walls between Draco's flat and the one above him seeing as he was interrupted once again, this time by two different voices. It sounded like a man shouting angrily and someone...whining or crying perhaps?

"Draco?"

Worry spiked in his chest as he turned the stove top off again. He quickly grabbed his keys and found himself locking the door and walking down the hall. Even if he was acting a bit paranoid, he couldn't ignore what sounded like a domestic gone bad, especially not when it sounded so violent.

"Hello? Draco?"

"Er, yes, sorry Pansy. I think I'm going to have to call you back." Draco sighed, as he pressed the button next to the lift.

"Alright, have a goodnight, darling. Be safe!"

"Always am, goodnight, love." And with that Draco hung up the phone.

The lift arrived and he walked in letting it take him to the second floor. He hoped he was wrong, he didn't need this sort of thing taking over his mind just as he started settling into his new life. He was far too protective over his friends as it was, he didn't need another person to worry and fret over like a nervous mother. Besides, he was supposed to be a wild and reckless nineteen-year-old, not a parent.

"Please, let this be a misunderstanding." He whispered to himself as he exited the lift and walked towards the flat that would be directly above his and knocked. A moment or so passed and Draco genuinely considered leaving before anyone answered the door. He really wasn't fond of conflict and this could definitely be a recipe for disaster. He had to learn to keep his nose out of others business but...

In that moment a young man, looking more than a bit skittish, opened the door. He was a head shorter than Draco with startlingly green eyes framed by round, crooked glasses and messy black hair.

"Yes?" The man asked, his eyes flickering over Draco for a second then landing back on the space off to the side of him. He looked so small, skin and bones. His tanned skin looked pale and he had a sweater zipped all the way up, purple and yellow smudges peaking out of the collar on his neck.

The sight unsettled Draco to say the least.

"I-ahem-sorry. I heard shouting and it sounded like someone had gotten hurt. I wanted to make sure everything was alright. I recently moved into the flat just beneath you." Draco explained with an awkward smile. He desperately resisted the urge to ask about the markings on his neck. People never seemed to appreciate his overly observant tendencies.

The man froze a little and opened his mouth and closed it a couple of time's before responding. "I broke a glass. As for the shouting, I wouldn't know anything about that." His voice shook a little and he sounded like he didn't believe himself either.

"Are you sure? You're alright?" Draco asked the doubt evident on his face as he laced his fingers together hoping to distract himself from the worry filling his stomach.

"Where're you at boy!"

A loud voice called from inside the flat and Draco saw the young man visibly flinch. This was not good. This was terrible, actually. The man swallowed and looked back at Draco.

"Thank you, for caring, sir, that's kind of you, but I've got to go back in. Wish I could explain the noise, but I didn't hear anything. It must've been the wind, it can get particularly loud around here, especially at night." The man said, with a tone that Draco could only assume was an attempt to reassure him that nothing was amiss. It wasn't working. Draco itched to press the subject further but pushed it aside and nodded. It wasn't his place. He didn't have any real clue what was going on and they were strangers.

"Right, I'm sorry to disturb you so late then. I'm Draco, by the way, and the 'sir' isn't necessary." Draco said, taking a deep breath, as he tried to calm himself down. No use getting worked up over the few signs of abuse this stranger was harboring. He couldn't do anything about it despite his need to fix things. And he didn't even know for sure if there was an 'it' to do anything about as it was.

"Harry. Sorry, for being so loud. I really have to-"

"Boy!"

"Coming Uncle Vernon! I have to go, sorry again." Harry replied, turning to go back in and closing the door in a rush. Draco shook his head and sighed. He could be imaging all of this. Maybe Harry was just shy and maybe nothing had truly happened. He didn't know all of the facts. He could just be over assuming and seeing something that wasn't there. Draco shook his head once more and headed back towards his flat.

•••

"Wait, wait, wait! Hold it right there, boys! Do not move." Pansy ordered throwing her hand up in a 'stop' gesture. Blaise and Theo froze holding the painting at an awkward and uncomfortable angle as she picked apart whether or not she approved of hanging it there. This was the fifth time she had done this.

"What do you think, darling?" She asked tossing her head to the side and glancing at Draco with her perfectly winged eyeliner.

Draco grinned at the irritated scowls Theo and Blaise carried and Pansy's utter obliviousness to it. He really appreciated his friends for helping him get settled into his new home and the entertainment they brought with them, too.

"Hmmm." Draco hummed quirking a mischievous eyebrow at the boys who sent him ice cold glares in response.

"Draco, if you don't like it here then I'm going to toss this out of the bloody window." Blaise snapped, looking rather bitter. How very Zabini of him, his mother would approve.

"Yeah, come on. My arms are tired, hurry it up. There's only so many places in this tiny flat to hang this!" Theo groaned, a pout settling on his face. Draco laughed loudly and waved his hands at them in a dismissive manner.

"Alright, alright, it's fine right there. Set it down and we'll have some tea and biscuits." Draco said, smiling as they put it down with grumbles and Pansy walked over swatting at both of them.

"We are trying to make Draco's home pleasant to look at and be in! Don't. You. Two. Care?!" She hissed, scowling as she finished smacking the two up a bit. The boys dodged her on the last few smacks and came back full force to tickle her. One didn't simply tickle Pansy unless they had a death wish and were prepared for violent retaliation.

Draco found himself being used as a shield on both ends as Blaise and Theo antagonized Pansy and she continued to slap at them. He shook his head fondly at his silly friends.

"Only God knows when I became the mature one of us." He mused with a wry smile, when the three of them exchanged a look. That was dangerous and he knew it.

"What makes you think you're not a part of this?" Blaise asked, stalking towards him a dangerous glint in his eye. Oh, fuck.

"Now, wait a minute. Blaise."

"Yeah, Draco, who said you got a free pass?" Theo continued from behind him. This was not going to end well. Draco suppressed the urge to try and run and turned to face his most loyal and trusted friend for help.

"Pansy?" He asked, a hopeful lilt to his voice and when she only shook her head in response he knew he was doomed. The traitor. In a flash, all three of them were on him, tickling him mercilessly. He squealed at them and tried to wriggle out of Blaise's grip but to no avail.

Laughter swirled in the room and they all ended up sprawled all along the floor, their heads resting together, making a circle. They stared at Draco's ceiling, a happy feeling floating in the air after the impromptu tickle assault.

"You are happy here. Right mate?" Theo asked quietly, after a beat or two of silence, his and Blaise's hands tangled together. Draco smiled at them out of the corner of his eye. He knew, as much as they liked to say they were casual, that they were end game for sure. Him and Pansy had even gone as far as to discuss what their future wedding might look like.

"Yes, I am. I just... I couldn't listen to their disappointment any longer." He replied softly, and he felt Pansy reach out to him, intertwining their fingers to comfort him.

"Sorry they didn't take it well. Mother barely came around to the idea and, well, you've seen her around Theo and I," Blaise hummed lightly, even if the conversation hadn't taken a light turn, "It's bloody awkward."

"Whereas, I still have the disgusting privilege of coming out to look forward to. Whoever came up with this was a right bastard." Pansy glared at the ceiling with her words and Draco gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. He knew the feeling, he'd hardly been able to get the words out last year when he had finally decided to tell his parent he was gay.

This is why they all worked so well as friends. They all had posh, homophobic traditional, filthy-rich, old-English families. And they were all massive homos, despite how much Draco's parents tried to deny it.

"Don't worry, if worst comes to worse, we can always be roommates." Draco suggested, holding in a giggle at the idea of seeing Pansy with bed head. He couldn't imagine it, her looking anything but pristine.

"Or you could move into my house. You know my mother adores you." Blaise said as Theo nodded along.

"Or mine, Mother and Father wish you were their daughter, Pansy. I think they'd try to adopt you if they could." Theo added with a snort.

She let out an indignant huff and drew herself up off of the floor, leaving the rest of them to sit up and lean against one another, looking at her with curious expressions.

"You boys need to quit with this or I might have feelings about it." She said, with an appalled shake of her head. And they all grinned at her.

"Awe, we love you too, Ice Queen." Draco sang, jumping to his feet and pressing a wet kiss to her cheek which she promptly wiped off. Theo and Blaise chuckled behind him and shuffled to their feet.

"Now, didn't you say something about biscuits, Draco?" Theo asked waggling his eyebrows at him. His notorious sweet tooth making Draco shake his head in fond exasperation.

"Yes, I'll get started on tea, while you three finish hanging that painting." Draco said, wandering into his kitchen. A satisfied smile gracing his lips.

•••

Around two weeks after he had moved in, Draco found himself making his way up to Harry's flat for the second time. He had almost forgotten about the whole incident, seeing as things had been rather quiet ever since, but he'd still had that nagging feeling in the back of his head that something bad was going to happen.

Blaise, Theo, and Pansy were over this time. All four of them huddled together on the couch with dozens of snacks, pillows, and blankets surrounding them as they watched some convoluted French horror film Pansy had brought with her. A loud thud made Theo and Pansy jump. Theo threw himself into Blaise's lap and hid his face in his neck while Blaise laughed, seemingly immune to the movie, and Pansy clung onto Draco fiercely.

Shouting came next, followed by a door slamming loudly, another thud and then what sounded like crying. The fact that all of these sounds were filtering through Draco's ceiling made it finally click for him. It was Harry's flat again. Bloody hell.

Blaise paused the movie and glanced at Draco with a look.

"What was that?" He asked, running a hand through Theo's hair. Draco nudged Pansy off of him, who went with a grumble, and stood up, looking for his slippers.

"Neighbor's. I'm not positive, but I think Harry's being abused by his uncle, at least that's what it seems like." Draco replied, successfully finding his shoes and slipping them on. He'd had time to mull over what he'd seen that night and decided he was probably correct about the domestic violence occurring above him.

"Hold on, sorry, back up a second. Who's Harry?" Pansy asked snuggling a pillow to her chest.

"And why do you think he's being abused? You can't always stick yourself into people's lives, Draco." Theo sighed, turning around to join in the conversation. Draco fought off a scowl, he wasn't sticking himself into anything if this Vernon was going to be so bloody loud about it.

"I've gone up to check before. Harry lives up there with his uncle, I suppose. He looks about our age, maybe a little younger. And he had bruises on his neck, Theo, like hands-choking-you-out sort of bruises, I doubt they were consensual." Draco said, feeling his anger simmer at the reminder of it. Blaise hushed Theo from continuing his disapproval and nodded at Draco.

"Go, on. We'll be here."

"And don't be daft about it, don't get yourself hurt!" Pansy added quickly as he slipped out the door and headed for the lift once again.

When he made it to their door, dread filled his body as he saw a fist sized dent in the wall next to it. Red staining it from whoever's bloody knuckles had met the wall. And he could hear faint whimpers coming from inside the flat. He heaved in a deep breath and knocked on the door lightly. The sound of crying stopped abruptly and he could hear scrambling just before the door opened.

Harry answered it, crooked glasses, pretty green eyes, messy hair and all. He looked distressed, his eyes red rimmed and his hands were shaking. The skin around one of his eyes was a harsh red, like he'd just taken a punch to the face and his lips quivered a little. Draco frowned.

"I-I'm sorry, Uncle-" He paused and took a step back when he finally looked up to meet Draco's eyes, "Oh, it's you."

Draco nodded minutely and studied Harry for another minute before responding.

"Yeah, I heard yelling. I wanted to check up on you. Did your...um, what happened to the wall?" Draco asked softly, trying for a comforting smile, but he only managed to lessen his frown a little. He couldn't find it in himself to smile at this.

Harry looked away from him and seemed to shrink in on himself at the question. He said nothing and Draco took that as his answer. He stifled a sigh and put his hands in his pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He couldn't imagine how Harry must be feeling. It must be awful and he must be terrified.

"I-" Draco stopped himself and thought a little. He didn't just want to leave it at that. As much as he didn't want to intrude, he felt worse, leaving without offering any sort of lifeline. Then he'd be like every other occupant in this building who hadn't done anything about this.

"I won't pretend to know what you're going through," He said, carefully.

Harry glanced up at him when he spoke and bit his lip like he was stopping himself from responding. So, Draco continued,

"I simply want you to know that, you're always welcome to come over. You can stay for a couple of hours if you need to get out of here for a while. You can come over if you need a friend or you want to talk about this, or anything, really."

Harry eyed him suspiciously, like Draco might take back his words or break out into cruel laughter over what he'd just suggested. Draco reached up and ran a hand though his hair and licked his lips, trying to find the right words to say.

"I won't ask you about anything you don't want to talk about and I promise I'm not playing some cruel trick on you. You're welcome, anytime, day or night. And I mean that, Harry." Draco said firmly, putting as much sincerity in his words as he could. He truly did mean it, but he couldn't force Harry to seek out help or come to him, even if he wanted to. If anything, Draco thought that might actually make the situation worse.

Draco was met with more silence and Harry kept staring at him with those impossibly green eyes full of an emotion he couldn't place. He nodded once and finished off his little speech.

"Until you tell me otherwise, I'm sure it was just the wind. And I'm in flat 1C, in case you needed it. Have a goodnight, Harry."

With those words and one last meaningful look Draco turned to leave. There wasn't anything else he could do. He heard the man clear his throat just as he was going to step away, so he turned towards Harry quickly as to not miss his words.

"Thank you, Draco." Harry whispered softly, a small smile settling on his face. Draco grinned back and nodded again.

"Of course."

•••

A few more weeks past and Harry had shown up to Draco's flat many times for tea. The first time it had been awkward and the air felt heavy with the unspoken words, but soon enough they settled into a tentative friendship.

Draco learned that Harry was eighteen. He liked football and he could've been a star player if he hadn't gotten hurt in his 4th year playing. He had an intense passion for animals, owls specifically, and he loved the idea of starting a sanctuary. He'd just graduated the summer before, and he loved the stars, Draco being one of his favorite constellations (a fact that Draco reveled in). His favorite color was gold and his favorite dessert was treacle tarts (which Draco now had a habit of keeping on hand at all times).

Draco also had a a large suspicion that Harry wasn't straight, as he had been particularly interested in the pride flag Draco had pinned to one of his walls that read "Love Is Love". When he had asked about it Harry turned into a blushing, stuttering mess and excused himself, saying he had somewhere to be.

They never mentioned Harry's home situation. Draco never asked and Harry never offered an explanation. Although, the bruises that would appear all over Harry's body, at least the visible one's, made Draco itch to swoop in and play hero. Every time he noticed a new one he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking. Either way he enjoyed Harry's company and he wasn't about to ruin that with his compulsive need to fix everything and help people. At the very least Draco knew that Harry felt safe the few hours he spent at his flat. And for now, that was enough.

•••

The third time Draco made his way up to Harry's flat he had never dreaded it more. Whatever had happened, it had been loud. Louder than any sort of yelling he'd ever heard before. He knocked on the door and for the first time, Harry wasn't the one to answer it.

Instead, a fat, red faced, man opened the door. He had more hair on his upper lip than on his head and the moustache only served to make him look even angrier than he already did.

"You!" The man growled, his beady eyes narrowing so much that they were only slits. So that was how this was going to go.

"Sorry?" Draco replied, recognizing the voice as this so called 'Uncle Vernon' and only mildly shocked by the amount of aggression expressed in one word.

"You stay the bloody hell away from me and my family, fucking faggot!" Vernon spat, his face turning a darker shade of red as he went. Draco stared at him for a moment, wide eyed and speechless.

It wasn't like he hadn't had the slur thrown at him before, but he wasn't expecting it here. Although, he wouldn't put it passed this man to throw out slurs so casually.

"I'm only here to check on Harry, then I'll leave." Draco said, a stony expression settling on his face. He was furious with how rude this man was being but he had to play nice if he wanted to make sure Harry was alright. He said nothing else, however his glare could've burned holes into the ignorant gits face. And he'd deserve it too.

"I think not! He won't be seeing the likes of you anymore, not while he lives under my roof. You've filled that boys head with enough nonsense and I won't stand for it!" Vernon yelled, then promptly slammed the door in his face. Draco was fuming.

He stomped his way back to his flat and threw himself into angry cleaning every room. Draco hated how useless he was in this situation. He couldn't go knocking down Vernon's door and he couldn't call the police, Harry would no doubt deny it all and feel utterly betrayed, which would amount to nothing other than a broken friendship. He could do virtually nothing and it burned.

By the time he finished scrubbing every inch of his kitchen his rage had given way to worry. What had happened? How many new bruises had Harry received from this last round of beatings? Gods, Draco felt sick. He needed to tell someone before the worry ate him alive.

He dragged his way from the kitchen to his bedroom and grabbed his cell to message- he didn't know who. Pansy? No, she would go into a full rage and actually try and hurt someone. Even if the idea of hurting Vernon gave Draco great satisfaction it wouldn't help the situation. Theo would only go on about how Draco shouldn't put his nose where it wasn't wanted and leave it be. He always made it a point to tell Draco that he couldn't save everyone and trying to do so only hurt him in the end. Bloody hell, he didn't want to deal with that.

He settled on Blaise. He would listen to Draco rant and if he came over he wouldn't try anything like Pansy would. And he'd always been the best with advice, every since they were younger. He sent him a quick message asking him to come over and set the kettle on the stove.

A short fifteen minutes later, Draco had Blaise sitting at his dining table scrutinizing him with his dark eyes as he stirred his tea. He had just finished explaining the situation and Blaise's silence was killing him.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"

Blaise fixed him with a look and raised an eyebrow. Draco hated this. Maybe he should have let Pansy come and attack the man upstairs, instead.

"What would you like me to say, Draco?" Blaise asked, his eyes scanning over him in that calculating way that only a Zabini could pull off.

Draco deflated at that. He didn't know. He supposed he'd had some sort of childish hope that Blaise would have a magical solution even if he knew that was unrealistic.

"Lord above, I don't know, Blaise. This is all such a mess!" He groaned, dropping his head in his hands as he went. Draco heard Blaise sigh as he tugged Draco's hands off of his face.

"Draco, I know this is difficult. I can tell you care about this, about Harry, but it sounds like you've already realized that you can't do anything." Blaise said softly, as he held one of Draco's hands, rubbing his thumb over the back of it in a comforting manner. He hated when Blaise pointed things like that out, especially when he was right.

"I hate this." Draco whispered, leaning back in his chair and shutting his eyes. "I wish I didn't care so much."

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, look at me." Blaise said firmly and Draco found himself listening to his command. He knew better than to not respond when Blaise used his full name.

"Don't ever regret caring about others the way you do. Not ever," Blaise held his gaze fiercely,"You've saved all of us from ourselves countless times and you make us better people because of who you are. Never wish to be apathetic."

Draco nodded dumbly and he hated himself a little for the tears pressing against his eyes. Why did he have to have so many bloody feelings all of the time.

"Blaise," was all he could managed to choke out before tears made their way down his face and he was swept into strong arms. They stood like that for a while, Blaise running a comforting hand up and down his back as he cried from all of the worry and the frustration he had about Harry. Sometimes he felt so bloody useless.

•••

It has been a week and three days since Draco had last seen Harry and he had counted every second of it. The last time he'd been this stressed out and high strung was when some prick at school had threatened to out him to his parents. And his friends had noticed, which is why they were all piled around his coffee table sitting on the floor in front of the sofa and playing board games.

"You can't just do that!" Theo said, slamming his hands on the table at Pansy's invasion of his part of the map. She let out a cackle and knocked more of his pieces off of the board.

"Yes, dear, Theo, I can. That is how you conquer, boys." She grinned, sitting back with a satisfied look on her face. Draco and Blaise laughed as Theo let out a scandalized huff.

They'd been playing Risk for the better part of an hour and Pansy had wiped both Blaise and Draco off of the board, leaving Theo to handle her assault. The distraction of it all was making Draco feel marginally better, not to mention the shots they'd taken earlier.

"This was a brilliant idea, Pans, my queen, thank you," Draco said, pulling her into a hug as Theo grumbled about Pansy always winning and why did they even play anymore which Blaise quickly silenced by smothering him in kisses.

"Ew! Get a room," Pansy gagged tossing throw pillows at them until they broke apart laughing, childishly sticking their tongues out at her. And all Draco could do was smile. He couldn't ask for better friends. He didn't know how he managed to grow up with the least judgmental and most kind hearted people he'd ever met, especially since they all had such horrid parents to deal with, but he was grateful.

His pleasant reverie came to an abrupt stop when someone began pounding on his front door.

"It's nearly midnight, who in their right mind," Pansy scoffed, as she stood up too more than likely yell at whoever it was.

"Hey, it's alright, Pans. It's probably nothing, why don't you pick another game," Draco said, standing up and making his way over towards the door where the knocking continued in an almost frantic way. It was probably Mrs. Figg looking for her cat again.

"Hey, what can-Harry? W-what happened?" Draco asked, his stomach dropping, suddenly, he felt stressed and anxious and sick all over again.

Harry looked terrified. He had tears running down his face, which was littered with cuts and he had a split lip that was bleeding. His chest was heaving and he kept glancing behind him like he was waiting for something or someone. His hair was more of a mess than usual and his glasses were nearly hanging off of his face.

"Draco, I didn't- I didn't know where else to," Harry gasped, "He said he was going to...he h-had a knife. I don't-I don't want to d-die."

"Oh my god, come here." Draco breathed out, pulling the trembling man into his arms and rubbing his back. He felt Harry freeze, then melt into the touch and cry harder, wrapping his arms around him in return. And Draco couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since someone had touched him without hurting him. The thought made him hold Harry tighter.

"I won't let him touch you, never again. You're safe now, Harry, I promise." Draco soothed, stroking his hair and pulling him further into the flat.

"What's happening?" Theo asked as he and Blaise stood up and Pansy walked back into the room holding a bottle of Firewiskey, scanned the room and then set it down with a questioning look.

"Where are you, boy!" A voice howled from the corridor and Draco's eyes snapped toward the still open door as Harry whimpered and burrowed himself further in his arms.

"Blaise, Theo, make sure that man doesn't get in here and lock the door. Pansy, call the police, tell them there's a man trying to break in with the means to hurt us and that he's already commited assault." Draco ordered, fire burning behind his eyes. This would be the last time Vernon ever put his hands on Harry, Draco would make sure of that.

Pansy immediately began dialing and the boys went to the door where a flash of the angry man could be seen. Draco nodded once before he brought Harry towards his bedroom and away from the yelling.

"It's going to be okay. Come now, love, let me clean you up a little, please?" Draco softy asked, when Harry refused to let go of him when he tried to pull him off. God, everything about this broke Draco's heart.

When Draco managed to get Harry off of him, he settled him on the bed and went to get his first aid kit. Before he could get more than a few steps away, Harry snatched his sleeve and Draco turned to face him.

"Please, d-don't leave me alone." Harry whispered, looking at him with those brilliant green eyes, shiny with tears. Draco's heart ached at the sight.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'll stay here, love." Draco sighed heavily, sitting next to Harry and wrapping an arm around him. He really wished Harry would let him fix the little cuts on his face and his bleeding lip but if this is what he wanted, Draco wouldn't take that from him. He couldn't bear the thought of Harry feeling more unsafe than he already did.

"I'm s-sorry," Harry hiccuped, leaning against Draco, "I n-never meant to drag you into this. It's all-all m-my fault."

"No, Harry, love. This isn't your fault. I should've helped you sooner and you did your best, sometimes surviving is all we can do," Draco said, tucking Harry's head under his chin and running a hand up and down his arm, "And it's okay to ask for help when we need it."

Harry sank further into Draco's side at those words and took in a shaky breath just as Pansy came into the room.

"Draco, the police are one their way and the arsehole is locked out. Blaise sent me in to tell you that we need pictures, if his mother is going to be able to convict the fucker banging on your door," She said as she shut the door on the sound of yelling and loud thuds, "He thought Harry would be more comfortable with me than another man in the room."

Draco nodded in response and he appreciated his friends more than ever in that moment. He loved that they all adopted the same vendetta against the man outside without so much as a word.

"Harry, darling, I'm Pansy. Would it be alright if I took a few photos of you?" Pansy asked, as she crouched down in front of him and he nodded, "Alright, I'll need you to sit up for a quick minute, then you can go back to leaning on Draco, hmm?"

Harry nodded again and pulled himself off of Draco, but holding onto his hands tightly. Pansy snap some photos on her phone and asked before she touched him to maneuver his face and take off his glasses, to see all of the damage and he let her without a fuss.

"There we are, darling. All done." She hummed with a small smile, patting his knee as she stood up.

"Thank you, Pansy. Would you mind grabbing the first aid kit, it's in the bathroom, under the sink?" Draco said, while Harry fell against him once more, wrapping his arms around his torso. She nodded and went off to get it taking Harry's unsalvageable glasses with her.

"What am I going to do? What if he-what if he comes back and tries to...where-where am I going to live?" Harry asked quietly and Draco found himself answering before he could think.

"I promise, we will make sure that man stays very far away from you, for a very long time. Once the police arrest him, we'll go up to the flat and take all of your things and bring them down here. And we'll figure everything else out once things have settled."

Harry nodded mutely and let Draco clean him up once Pansy came back with the supplies, although convincing him he had to let go of Draco before he could do so had been a struggle.

By the time the police arrived and had arrested Vernon Dursley, which Draco had learned was his full name from the officers and landlords conversation, Harry's face was all cleaned up, save for the busted lip and he'd finally stopped shaking. And Draco couldn't remember him ever looking so young, without his glasses, his eyes seemed ten times bigger and greener than before. It made the awful situation hurt so much more.

Theo and Blaise were left to clean up all of the games and snacks they'd had out earlier while Pansy, Draco, and Harry went to collect his things from his flat. Draco was appalled to find that Harry had been crammed into nothing more than a closet and Pansy went about taking photos before they moved anything. Draco had never felt more disgusted by another human being in his life than when Harry asked quietly if Pansy needed photos of his other injuries. He'd pulled off his shirt to reveal scars all along his chest and his back with bruises in different stages of healing and Draco felt sick to his stomach. He'd kill that man if he ever had the chance.

Once everything was said and done, the five of them were crammed together in the living room, the telly playing in the background. Draco sat drinking the tea Theo had made, running a hand through Harry's curls, who had fallen asleep with his head in Draco's lap. Theo and Blaise weren't far from passing out themselves as they lay tangle together on the other side of the sofa. Pansy took up the recliner, mindlessly flipping through the channels, a pair of Draco's silk pajamas resting loosely on her petite frame.

"You know, Draco, that was very stupid of you. Going up to their flat like you did, several times apparently. Not telling anyone." Pansy said absently, not asking for an explanation, but simply stating a fact. Draco looked at her, her eyes still focused on the telly, not bothering to look at him as she spoke. He'd hurt her. He knew he had, she was his best friend and he'd gone to Blaise and hadn't even mentioned the topic to her other than the one time they'd all heard the commotion upstairs.

He let out a heavy sigh and carded his fingers through Harry's hair once again.

"I know."

"Most people would have called the police sooner, or complained to the landlord first but you've never been most people have you, darling." Pansy said, but the question was rhetorical and they both knew the answer. Draco liked to play hero and he liked to fix people which entailed him nosing his way into others business and having no regards for himself. He said nothing.

"I'm going to give you money to help pay the rent, put Harry into therapy, whatever it is you need."

"Pansy, you don't have to-"

"I know, but I want to. You're my best friend and you are clearly head over heels for that boy. And even if you weren't, he deserves to feel happy and safe."

Draco's face flushed at the words as he stared at her wide eyed.

"I-no, I'm not...I don't..."

"Whatever you say, darling." Pansy hummed, sounding like she didn't believe him in the slightest and far too amused for his liking. He watched her flip off the screen and make herself comfortable, pulling a blanket over herself.

"I'd take Harry with you to your bed or you'll both be kicked off of the sofa by Theo in the middle of the night. Either way, goodnight, Draco."

"Goodnight, Pans."

In the end, Draco followed her advice, carrying a sleeping Harry to his bedroom and falling asleep next to him.

•••

[6 months later]

"My love, my light, my stars!" Harry sang from his spot on their bed, one of the only things they'd managed to unpack and put together properly since they'd moved into their new flat. Moving was something Harry's therapist had suggested they do, so they had, and now it truly felt like their flat.

"Yes, love?" Draco asked as he finished buttoning up his shirt and turned to face his boyfriend of three months. Harry gave him a coy smile, his pretty green eyes, something Draco could never get enough of, full of mischief. He grabbed Draco's hand tugging him down till their faces were mere inches from each other.

"What if," Harry murmured, lacing his fingers around Draco's collar and pulling him closer, "what if we stayed in, instead of going for lunch with everyone, hmm?"

Harry kissed him deeply, nipping at his bottom lip and Draco's knees went weak. Lord, this man would be the death of him. It took all of Draco's will power and strength to untangle Harry's hands from his shirt and pull away from the kiss. Harry pouted up at him and Draco almost gave in to his request until he remembered the surprise he'd arranged with Pansy.

"Devious today, aren't we? Sorry, love, we still have to go." Draco said with a smile, landing a quick peck on his still pouting lips. "Please get dressed, I'll make you your favorite tea if you do."

Harry grinned at him and pulled him into another hot kiss.

"You'd make it for me anyway," Harry said smugly, then he stood up and went to rifle through his drawers for something to wear.

"The things you do to me, Harry James Potter." Draco sighed over dramatically pulling a laugh from Harry as he went to make tea.

•••

"Ready?" Draco asked pulling open the door of the restaurant they were meeting everyone at, including two special guests that Pansy and Draco had invited.

"What aren't you telling me, Draco?" Harry asked looking up at him, a curious smile tugging at his lips as they walked in holding hands.

"You'll see." Draco hummed happily, pulling Harry against his side as they walked towards their reserved table.

Draco and Pansy had arranged for two of Harry's old school mates to meet them there. Harry had shown Draco a photo of all three of them in his 4th year just before they'd graduated and he'd told him about how he regretted losing touch with them once school had ended. So, being the amazing boyfriend he was, Draco snapped a photo of the picture and sent it to Pansy with their names asking her to help find them. Pansy then hired a private investigator, a little over the top if you asked Draco, and made quick work of finding Hermione Jean Granger and Ronald Billius Weasley.

"Surprise, darling!" Pansy nearly shouted, pulling Harry away from Draco the second they made it to the table and planting a kiss on his cheek. "Draco and I managed to track these two lovely people down for you."

She then pushed him towards a beautiful woman with wild curls and a tall ginger haired man covered in freckles. At first it took him a moment to process, Hermione and Ronald both giving him fond smiles and a little wave.

"It's been a while, Harry." Hermione said lightly, she looked like she wanted to pull him into a hug but she didn't. Draco assumed Pansy had let them know how Harry could be about touching sometimes. Something Harry had finally gotten past with Draco and Pansy a few months ago.

"We've missed you, mate." Ronald added rubbing his neck awkwardly as Harry kept staring at them open mouthed and wide eyed.

Draco walked up next to Harry, wrapping an arm around his waist. He shook hands with Ronald and Hermione with a smile, hoping to break him out of his trance.

"It's nice to meet you both, Harry told me all about how wonderful you are. Isn't that right, love?" Draco asked, stroking his thumb also Harry's side and glancing at him. Harry seemed to come back to the present and kept glancing between Draco and his old school mates before pulling him into a fierce kiss.

"Thank you." Harry whispered against a stunned Draco's lips before he pulled away. Bloody hell, his lips were intoxicating. Then he walked straight up to Hermione and Ronald engulfing them in a hug.

By the time Blaise and Theo had joined them Harry, Ronald and Hermione were talking like they'd never stopped and Draco couldn't help but silently watch how happy his boyfriend looked.

Nothing would ever look as gorgeous as Harry, completely unguarded and smiling in this moment.

a/n I feel like this is a bit all over the place but whatever. Also it was inspired by Alec Benjamin's song Must Have Been the Wind.

#drarry #harry potter #hp fanfic #draco malfoy #drabble #ficlet #mine e.s.q #pansy parkinson #blaise zabini #hurt/comfort #harry needs a hug #vernon dursley #silver trio #trauma #muggle au #muggles #non magic au #my writing

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iholdmysaiproperly · 4 years

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This is my contribution to the @daredevilexchange, a fic for @valinorbound using the prompts, Foggy, Karen, and Matt setting up their new partnership, a post-Defenders reunion, and team as family.

“What do you mean you haven’t spoken to any of the other Defenders?” Foggy asked as he strained to squeeze a conference table into the space above Theo’s shop. The Three Avocados, as Foggy liked to call them, were busy trying to convert space previously used for storage into a semblance of a lawyer’s office.

Foggy and Karen were trying to treat Matt’s vigilante side job like a normal extracurricular activity. But it was proving to be a little harder for them than if Matt had taken up, say, the violin. Foggy thought that Matt was better off in a team up, rather than working alone - safer that way - and had brought up the Defenders. It turned out that Matt hadn’t spoken to any of them since the Midland Circle debacle.

Matt, after trying to duck the question for at least five minutes by attempting to clear some clutter from what was soon to be their waiting room and keeping up a running commentary of what he guessed the items were, had finally mumbled something about not having seen them since the building had come down. He hoped they would drop the subject, but judging from Karen’s quick intake of breath and the fact that Foggy had completely stopped all movement for about 10 seconds told him that this was never going to happen.

“Matt, buddy,” Foggy began, “I saw them after it all happened. When we all thought you were, you know,” he dropped his voice to a whisper, “dead.”

Behind him, Karen rolled her eyes, but stayed silent, emptying out an old file cabinet she hoped they could use.

“And, let me tell you, man, they were pretty broken up about it. I mean, you stayed down there when they all came up. That leaves a mark on people. Hell, Matt, YOU leave a mark on people, and you really need to get better at the whole,” here he stopped his futile efforts with the table and leaned against it, “you know, communicating thing. Starting with NOT LETTING PEOPLE WHO CARE ABOUT YOU GO ON BELIEVING THAT YOU’RE DEAD.”

“What Foggy is trying to say,” Karen interrupted, shooting Foggy a look over her shoulder as she approached Matt, “Is that even if you don’t team up with these people again, you should at least let them know that you’re ok.”

“I’m sure they’ve heard by now,” Matt answered them dismissively. “It was a little hard to miss Daredevil’s return; it was all over the news!” Hearing both Foggy’s and Karen’s heartbeats start to pick up, he asked, “What?”. They were both getting worked up about something, but he really just wanted to focus on what they were doing - making a fresh start for the new Nelson, Murdock, and Page and making sure they were ready to open the doors on schedule.

Seeing that Foggy was about to yell again, or possibly pull his hair out in frustration, Karen placed a hand on his arm and took a step forward, “Matt, don’t you think that they might want to hear it from you? Whatever the four of you went through down there, it was pretty intense. And then to think that you stayed down there when they all got out. That had to have been difficult for them. I think you owe it to them to at least let them know that you survived.” As she spoke, Karen moved slowly toward Matt, as if toward a skittish cat. “They may not love you like we do, but I’m sure they’d be happy to hear from you again if you were to reach out.”

Matt sighed, running his fingers back through his hair and turning away for a moment. They were right. He knew they were right, but at the same time, his plate felt awfully full just then. The Yakuza seemed to be trying to make a play for the hole left by the Hand, he, Foggy, and Karen were attempting to get their new partnership underway, which meant a lot of physical work as well as paperwork, and he was making more of an effort to be a better friend to both of them. This meant trying to juggle a worklife, social life, and his nightlife, and he lived in constant fear that one of those balls was going to drop on his head.

The thought of reaching out to three more people, even if it was just socially, was more than he really felt up to at the moment. Admitting that, however, was something that he just didn’t think he could do right now, either. He couldn’t see their faces, but he could picture the sympathetic looks that Foggy and Karen would give him, as well as the requisite pep talks and encouragement to cut back on his nighttime activities if he so much as hinted that he was feeling a little overwhelmed.

After a moment, he decided that the only way through this was to admit that Foggy and Karen were right, and call up the other Defenders. Maybe he would get lucky and a quick phone call would suffice.

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Murdocks don’t get lucky, Matt thought as the limo he sat in propelled him through the city. We get hit, we get up, we use pain to keep us going, but we never get lucky.

Matt’s hope and plan went off the rails with his first phone call. It was to Jessica, who first hung up on him, then called him back to yell at him until he had to hold the phone away from his ear fearful of hearing damage. She hung up on him again, then called back, clearly inside a bottle, to yell some more. It took him two days before he recovered enough to call Luke, who was overjoyed to hear from him, but a lot more sane about the call than Jessica had been. Fewer expletives as well.

The call had gone so well, in fact, that he immediately called Danny, a decision he was now regretting. Danny had also been overjoyed to hear from him, and had immediately suggested that the four of them meet and catch up. “You don’t have to do a thing,” he promised over the phone, “I’ll arrange everything. Hey, did I tell you I bought that restaurant we all met at? Yeah, after the car came through the front window, I sort of had to in order to avoid being sued. Anyway, it’s mine now so I can host you all there for a reunion dinner! I’ll call the others and set it up, how’s the 20th work for you?” Given that it was the 1st, and the 20th seemed ages off, Matt agreed and hung up the phone wondering what he had gotten himself into.

The next few weeks flew by as they continued getting Nelson, Murdock, and Page up and running. They were officially open for business, and the word about the hot shot pro bono attorneys was spreading. Karen was almost never in the office, off following some lead while Matt and Foggy did their best to keep up with the unending stream of people who flowed through their doors.

They were so busy, in fact, that Matt had completely forgotten about his dinner with the Defenders until a limo had pulled up outside of the shop one evening, and a beaming Danny - he could actually hear the man smile - had him by the arm and inside the limo before he had time to blink.

Any attempts Matt made at stalling or entering the restaurant quietly were thwarted by Danny, who pulled him inside, while calling out enthusiastically to the others the whole time. Matt was immediately greeted by a punch to the gut and an, “Asshole!” from Jessica, who was clearly still mad at his failure to communicate the fact that he was still alive. He struggled to get his breath back while he felt Luke watching him, “I’m STILL not giving you a hug,” the bigger man told him, his hands folded inside his hoodie, “But I am glad to see you, man. Glad you’re still with us.” And with that, he good naturedly swatted Matt on the arm while Matt tried not to flinch, remembering the wallop he had just received.

Luke moved off toward Jessica, who Matt could hear pouring shot after shot of what smelled like cheap whiskey. Guilt flooded him for a moment as he faced the fact that his decisions had caused this pain. But, he had promised Foggy and Karen that he was going to start doing better, so he took a deep breath and steeled himself for what was coming next.

Danny, who hadn’t let go of his arm as if afraid Matt was going to turn around and leave again, pulled him further into the restaurant toward a table in the back that was already filled with food. Given how much Danny could eat, that wasn’t surprising. Matt seated himself and began to toy with this knife and fork. For a moment he was actually thankful to be blind, as it meant he didn’t have to make eye contact with anyone as the others seated themselves at the table and dinner got underway.

The meal started out somewhat awkwardly with Danny doing most of the talking. Eventually, Matt managed to get a word in edgewise, and apologized to the others for not reaching out sooner. There was a brief pause while the others let him squirm for a moment, and then things relaxed and the evening became a lot more, if not fun, then at least enjoyable.

So enjoyable, in fact, that when Jessica announced she had to leave to follow up on something, the other three decided to join her. A lot of whiskey went into this decision, but Jessica had said this was a routine surveillance, after all, so what could go wrong?

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Matt cursed the Murdock luck again as he ducked what sounded an awful lot like a computer printer flying at his head. The paper tray had come loose and was sliding outward in one direction while the power cord whipped around in the other, making a whistling sound that distracted him. He dodged the printer easily, but the cord caught him across the face. He grabbed it and used it to swing the printer back at the thug that had thrown it at him, knocking the guy backwards so that he stumbled into the man standing behind him, taking them both out.

Jessica’s “routine surveillance” had turned out to be on a very angry and destructive executive who had been caught slipping back into his office presumably to destroy evidence that showed the fact that he had been appropriating funds. Jessica was acting on a tip that the scumbag was planning on leaving the country soon, and she was hoping to gather evidence of this tonight.

A security guard clearly on the man’s payroll spotted Jessica taking pictures, though, and all hell had broken loose. The next thing any of them knew, they were engaged with several hired goons who had clearly been instructed not to let them get away. When the hired thugs realized that they were clearly outmatched, they became desperate, throwing everything but the proverbial kitchen sink at the group. It didn’t really matter in the end, but it did slow the Defenders down enough that the evidence was destroyed before the executive was out the door and into a town car. This led to a heated argument about whether they should follow him, or simply turn over the images that Jessica had managed to take before the shit hit the fan and walk away from the mess. Matt was personally torn on the subject; this wasn’t normally his game, but he hated to see guilty people slip away. Luke was all for turning over the evidence and getting out of there before someone called the cops on them, and Matt was leaning toward agreeing with him, but Jessica and Danny were outraged and argued that it wasn’t enough to simply send some images when the guy could be anywhere within an hour.

In the end, it was decided that Matt and Danny would trail him while Jessica and Luke got the images into the right hands. Thankfully, the guy was easy to trail from the rooftops, and they were able to keep reporting on his whereabouts while Jessica and Luke got the info to her client, who was able to go to the police with his case.

It was dawn before Matt made it back to his apartment. He managed a quick shower and a quick nap before he dragged himself into the office for the day. For the first time in ages, he actually considered calling in, but he knew that if he did the others would worry, and he had enough guilt to deal with. Making them worry wasn’t something he could bring himself to do just then.

Foggy and Karen were waiting for him, both of them clearly eager to hear about how his evening had gone. Matt could hear them talking excitedly when he entered the shop and headed for the back stairs. They were hoping that he had enjoyed himself and that maybe he would consider working with one or more of them in the future, which Foggy felt would be safer for him in the long run, to have someone watching his back, what happened at Midland Circle notwithstanding. Matt was touched, and had to pause for a moment before he let them know he was there. He didn’t want them to realize that he had overheard them. That, and he was pretty sure he looked terrible after last night, plus he was moving a little oddly due to Jessica’s punch, which had left him a very sore, and black and blue stomach.

He could smell coffee, though, and in his rush to arrive on time he hadn’t had any yet. He was so desperate for caffeine he was willing even to drink the coffee if Karen had made it. In fact, he might have to ask her to make him his own pot; he was so tired he was afraid he’d end up doing something dumb like forgetting to put the carafe under the stream.

Pausing outside the door, he straightened up, suppressed a hiss of pain from his bruised abs, and plastered a smile on his face. He knew he looked bad, but he wasn’t sure exactly how bad until he went in and heard both Karen’s and Foggy’s heart rates jump up about 50 beats a minute each. They were both silent for a moment before they rushed him, talking at once.

“Matt! What happened,” Karen asked as she ran to take his cane and steer him toward a chair.

“Matt, buddy! What the hell happened last night? I thought you were having dinner with Danny, Luke, and Jessica!” Foggy was alternating coming in close and quickly backing up again, obviously not sure what to do. “You look like shit, buddy. Don’t tell me you blew them off and went out Daredeviling,” Matt could hear the frown in Foggy’s voice and was quick to reassure him.

“No, no, I did meet up with them. I swear. And it was nice, really. I mean, Jessica punched me in the stomach when I first walked in,” Matt paused as he heard Karen’s sharp intake of breath. She reached a hand toward his stomach, but he brushed it away with a shake of his head. “I’ll be fine, really. And I did deserve it. I realize now that I shouldn’t have left them hanging like I did. And, can I get some coffee? Please? I was out till dawn, and I haven’t had any yet.” He trailed off, his head starting to pound from caffeine withdrawal. He must have looked as bad as he felt since Karen got up to fill him a cup without asking any questions.

“So, what, did Luke and Danny take turns on the rest of you? It looks like you got smacked in the face by a whip,” Foggy had finally succumbed to his need to be close to Matt, and was gently turning Matt’s face toward the window with his fingers so he could get a better look at the damage.

“Actually, it was the power cord from a printer,” Matt said sheepishly as he took the cup of coffee from Karen, “Thanks,” he told her, “this is exactly what I need.”

“A power cord?” “From a printer?” Foggy and Karen spoke over one another in their confusion. Matt had to laugh in spite of himself.

“Yeah, I know, it sounds weird. But… trust me we did have a great time. It was a little awkward at the beginning, but then we relaxed and it was good to catch up. I apologized for not having reached out sooner.”

“And they whipped you with a power cord?” Foggy interrupted. He and Karen were both confused, and starting to wonder if Matt had hit his head.

“No, no, that happened later,” Matt laughed. “Jessica needed to go to check up on something for a client. We decided to follow her, and if I’m honest a lot of whiskey went into that decision. Things went a little sideways, which is where the printer came from. I’ll spare you the details, but the cops arrested the guy just before 4. We split up then and I made it home before 5, grabbed about two hours of sleep and here I am. We agreed to stay in touch, though, maybe make dinner a regular thing if not the fighting.” Matt smiled at his friends, who he could tell were torn about how they felt on this subject.

“Well,” Foggy began slowly, “are you sure you want to be here today? No offense buddy but you really do look like shit. In fact, I’m not sure you should see any clients; I think you’ll scare them.”

Matt started to protest, but then paused, weighing Foggy’s words. It was true his appearance might be off putting to some of their older clients if Foggy and Karen’s reactions were anything to go by, and it was also true that he was trying to be more open about how he felt with Foggy and Karen - part of their agreement when they decided to work together again, but he honestly didn’t want to leave either, despite how gnarly he felt. He decided to come clean.

“Yeah, I know I probably look awful, and frankly I’m not feeling that great either, but I think I’d really rather be here with both of you than home on my own.” He paused to try to get a read on the others, but they were still and silent, heartbeats steady. More nervous now, he continued, “I could just hole up in the back, take care of the back end details, Foggy you could handle the face to face for the day,” he trailed off, as the others were still not giving him anything to work with.

Evidently, though, they had both come to a decision, “Sure thing, buddy,” Foggy said, standing, “Why don’t we clear off that table near the closet and you can work there for the day. It’s kind of hidden behind those weird Chinese screens my mom stashed up here, so no one will see you. And besides,” he said, with a glance at Karen, “I think I speak for both Karen and myself when I say that we’d probably be happier to have you here with us where we can keep an eye on you than have you off on your own, knowing that you’d be likely to jump off a fire escape or something just to help an old lady across the street.” He was smiling, Matt could hear it in his voice. Karen said nothing, but refilled his coffee cup and went to start clearing off the back table.

Matt smiled at Foggy in relief, glad to finally have no secrets between him and his friends - his family.

#daredevil exchange #daredevil fic #defenders #matt murdock #daredevilexchange

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thorne93 · 4 years

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Inside the Criminal Mind (Part 17)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 4839

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy, @carryonmyswansong, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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Another week went by when you were at Dexter’s. He tried to balance his time with you and Rita a bit more, so she didn’t get suspicious of all the time together, and tonight was your night together. He was doing some research on an unsub -- or victim, depending on who you asked -- when you got a call from Emily.

You frowned, looking at the number. Why would she be calling? No one on the team had called you since you left for Miami since you weren’t working. What could she need?

You answered the phone, a sense of despair already building in your gut before any words were out of your or her mouth.

“Hello?” you greeted uneasily as you stood from the chair beside Dexter.

“Y/N? It’s Reid,” she said, her voice totally in “chief” mode.

“What? What is it?” you demanded, desperately trying to keep your wits.

“He’s been taken. We had an unsub in custody, Benjamin Merva, and he’s left the building. Garcia and Reid are nowhere to be found.”

“Oh my god. Okay. I’m on my way,” you said quickly. “Update me with anything you have.”

“I will.”

With that, you two hung up and you grabbed your purse, stuffing your things into it.

“I have to go,” you urgently said before Dexter stood.

“Wait, what’s going on?” he asked.

“It’s Spence. He’s been kidnapped.”

“Shit. Okay. Uh, what are you going to do?”

“Fly up to Washington and help my team,” you said without even thinking. You got to his door and turned to him, your hand on the handle. “I’m going to find my husband.”

He strode over to you. “Wait. Do you… Do you want me to come with you?”

You frowned at him for a moment. “I… I mean I wouldn’t mind but why would you want to come with me?” you asked, a little flabbergasted.

“Because… I lie to everyone I know... but not you. I tell you the truth, all of it, and you don't run from me. Deb’s my sister, but she doesn’t know the truth about me. You’re...well for lack of a better term, my best friend, and I don’t want to see you go through this alone.”

“But what about work? Rita? Deb?”

“I’ve got some vacation time, and Rita will understand.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Spencer needs you, and you need a friend.”

Part of you wanted to say you’d have friends up in D.C, but Dexter was right. Neither of you had anyone that knew the whole truth about you and accepted you, and right now, before you went berserk, you needed that odd calming sensation that Dex always provided.

“Okay, yeah. Let’s go. Call Rita from the car. I’ll go straight to the airport. The Bureau should have a jet on standby,” you informed as you exited the apartment and he locked it quickly behind him.

“And they’ll just let you use it?” he wondered, trying to keep up with your pace.

“A high profile criminal has escaped, two federal agents are his prisoners, and we have no clue where they went. So yes, they’ll want their best profiler on the case, no expense is too large,” you said with an assuring look before jumping into your rental car.

You tried not to break every law on the way to the airport, but it was hard. Dexter called Rita and she was fully supportive, unsurprisingly. Finally, you got there, already calling the Bureau, and got clearance to use the jet. They had it ready and fueled and let you and Dexter on. Of course, they wondered who he was and you told him he was with Miami PD, explaining he was a friend and colleague that might be able to help on the case.

Then you two were in the air.

Your leg was bouncing erratically. You tried calling Spencer twice yourself, but it only went to voicemail and on the second time, you couldn’t stop the tears. Without leads from Emily, and no distraction from the team, and nothing to do but sit on the plane, there was nothing to stop you from breaking down. The heels of your palms went into your eyes as you began to sob. Dexter sat across from you, unsure how to console you.

“They’re going to find him,” he tried and you just looked at him, not trusting yourself to say a word.

You picked up the laptop on the jet and opened it, trying to get a video chat going with someone on the team -- Emily.

“When was he taken?” you demanded in an even tone as soon as he picked up.

“An hour ago.”

“It took you an hour to report this to me?”

“We didn’t know he was taken. We thought he was part of the evacuation.”

“Evacuation? Emily, what the hell is going on?”

“Owen Quinn, an agent who worked here over a year ago sent an email to Spencer. It had his badge and where to find him. Spence found him in a storage unit barely alive. He told us he was held captive and tortured by the Strangler.”

“I remember that guy. Wouldn’t let the case go so he quit, right?”

“Right. He says he was abducted and tortured by a husband and wife, but their son was kind to him. Now we didn’t know if he was concocting this or if he was telling the truth. The parents were dead, and the son, Theo, was gone. We thought maybe he killed the parents, maybe he was the strangler, because the storage unit was in Quinn’s named, paid for in cash, and inside we found seven hyoid bones. We thought he might have broken Benjamin out, but they left him for dead in the garage.”

“Okay, so where are Spence and Garcia?” you questioned.

“That’s what we need to find out. We aren’t sure who took them yet, but we do know Benjamin and them are missing. Someone must’ve been on the inside to help because he was locked on the fifth floor.”

“Wait, you said Spence found the guy in a storage unit. Did he go alone?”

“Not exactly. He told me what was happening and requested that SWAT go with him.”

“Why didn’t he just take you and the team?” you wondered, and more importantly, why didn’t he tell you he was going to find him on his own?

“He said whoever sent him the email wanted him to find it. I was outside as soon as they called in finding a body.”

“So now what? Any leads?”

“We thought that Quinn was converted, but we got that part wrong. Benjamin leads a cult, and agent Meadows is part of it all.”

“A… a cult?” you questioned. “What the hell would a cult want with Garcia and Spencer?” you asked, more to yourself than anything else. “Okay so no leads?”

“No, and the systems are down.”

“Fantastic,” you groaned. “Alright. Find out what you can about this Meadows… Call if you have any updates. I’m going to go over what I can on the ride up. By the way, I’m bringing a friend,” you said, your eyes shooting at Dex across the table.

“Oh? Who?”

“Dexter Morgan. Forensics for Miami PD.”

She peered at you for a moment before nodding. “Okay, we’ll get him a visitors badge when he gets in.”

“Thanks, Em.”

You shut the laptop lid and sat back into the chair, thinking, dissecting everything you knew about cults.

“You’re pretty...collected when you’re working.”

You smirked. “Funny, I could say the same for you. You get a calm that washes over you when you...work,” you said, giving him a look that you both meant something other than work.

“Your team seem really good, and you’re intelligent. You’ll find him,” he assured.

You shook your head, tears coming to your eyes. “What if I don’t, Dex? What if the last times we spoke were all just bullshit because I couldn’t keep my insecurities in check?”

“Hey, you can’t help how you feel. You can’t live your life as if every moment would be the last with someone. If that were true, no one would ever hurt anyone and we’d always be forgiving and never mad. It’s just not realistic.”

“I know but--” you stopped, a sob choking you. You let the tears flow before bending over to sob. “I just want him safe.”

“He will be,” he said, consoling you.

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You marched into the FBI building, after getting Dexter a visitor’s badge. He followed you diligently into the bullpen.

“Get me up to speed,” you ordered as soon as you walked into the area, eyeing your colleagues.

“Uh, Y/N, are you sure you’re up for this?” Tara asked. “It is Spence. Maybe you should just let us work and--”

“No,” you firmly said, a darkness in your eyes. Your eyes flashed to Emily’s. “You can fire me for insubordination if you’d like but if you all get to stay on the case, then so do I. Whether I’m on or off the FBI payroll, I will be here, fighting to find him just as much as you.”

Emily nodded at you. “Okay. We take care of our own.”

Rossi clapped your back as Luke smiled at you.

“Meadows, she’s one of his followers. She took Theo, their new messiah, Reid, and Garcia. Our systems just came back up and it looks like someone hacked it from within the building.”

“Okay, she worked for ViCAP, why?” you asked.

“That’s the million dollar question,” Rossi agreed.

“We’re about to check out the camera’s,” Matt informed and you glanced over to him. You followed him while Dexter stayed behind and looked at the case files you’d given him.

Three of you watched the security footage, watching where Merva went, where Meadows went, when Garcia used her key card, until finally -- there he was. Spencer. Your heart felt relief and despair in one swift moment. You kept your eyes glued to the screen to see what clue’s he’d leave behind.

Sure enough, on a second watchthrough, he was signing “Ben’s Believers” and this threw everyone for a loop.

“Why would he sign that? He already knows we figured that out.”

You and Luke looked at each other with quizzical faces. What was that supposed to mean?

Everyone regrouped in the roundtable room, where Rossi led the new question.

“Why is at the heart of every BAU investigation, and this one isn’t any different.”

“Why did she work for ViCap,” Luke surmised.

“Exactly. As we know, ViCAP agents liaison between federal and local agencies. The whole point is to put together details of crimes that could be connected across the U.S. Then it gets on our radar,” Rossi explained.

You made the connection in your head quickly. “So she’s been wiping out any connection to the cult,” you said, your stomach getting queasy.

Rossi continued, “We had to go back to when she joined and rebuild her case histories.

We found a pattern that she was hiding.”

JJ added, “So the murders she was covering up were the ones where the victims were missing hyoid bones.”

“Like the ones you found in the storage unit. Seven, right?” you affirmed.

“As it turns out, this cult has killed more than seven,” Rossi said with a bit of solemness in his voice.

Emily frowned as she asked, “How many?”

“299,” JJ informed and suddenly your legs felt like jello.

“Oh my god,” you gasped out, holding onto the chair in front of you.

Dexter reached for you. “I’m gonna get her to some fresh air,” he informed, and the team nodded. You leaned into him as he led you from the room, out into the elevator area.

“Dex… 299 kills… and she’s been hiding it,” you breathed. “299… What if… What if they want Spencer for the last kill?” You shook your head as tears rolled down your cheeks. “I can’t lose him. I just can’t. Not like this, alright?”

He suddenly pulled you close to his chest and wrapped his arms around you as you sobbed into him, clinging to his shirt. Some would say it was odd, finding comfort in the arms of a serial killer, especially being an FBI agent - but for you, this made sense. Dexter was no more monster than you or anyone on your team. He only did what most of them wished they could do.

Eventually, you dried your eyes and went back to the round table room. You hated to hear the things you were hearing about your husband, but you had to hear them.

“All right, look, The Believers, they're just like Jonestown, Manson, Heaven's Gate, even Rajneeshpuram in Oregon. There's always a charismatic leader and a strong right hand who appears as a devoted disciple. In this case, Meadows,” Tara was saying as you stepped back in, all eyes on you but discussion still flowed.

Merva has killed 299 innocents for a reason. We just don't know why. But now that he's taken Reid and Garcia, The Believers have declared war on the BAU. So this has got to be working toward their end game, one that could make either Reid or Garcia their 300th victim, perhaps their last,” Emily stated, her eyes flashing to you. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I know this is hard to hear but--”

“No, I know. I was just… thinking the same thing out there. They’re a cult, right? They’ve got victims. It only makes sense to round it off to a certain number,” you said shakily.

“Garcia wasn’t part of this, she was just racing to the elevator,” Matt said.

“So then it’s Spence,” you said definitely, your eyes touching on all of your teammates. “It’s always been him. According to what you’ve gathered, he fits the victimology. A protector…” You bit your lip to keep from breaking down.

“Reid has to know something we don’t,” Tara insisted.

Luke added, “Ben's Believers. Reid could have told us anything, but he chose that.”

“Okay, so why? What is it about them that we’re missing?” you questioned.

With that, you wracked your brain for several minutes before you went to the restroom. One, you were in there to take a breather from this, get out of your own head for a moment. Secondly, mother nature was calling.

A minute later, you heard someone leave their stall and wash their hands. Then the door opened and you heard a second pair of feet. Now there were three people in the restroom.

“Hey,” Emily said so someone.

“Hi,” JJ said back and instantly, your blood boiled. You rolled your eyes, about to just leave so you wouldn’t have to hear this, but then suddenly she spoke again, and the words caught your attention. “Did I ever tell you about the Redskins game? Gosh, 14 years ago, now? Well, uh, Spence--Spence got us good tickets. Actually, Gideon gave them to him., and talked him into asking me to go. So you know, I just figured all the youngest team members should hang out, so I, of course, asked Garcia to come along. Ugh.” She made a sound of embarrassment. “Turns out Morgan and Hotch were giving him pointers on the side thinking it was going to be a date.”

Emily made a sort of amused noise before JJ continued.

“Gosh, I mean, he’d never been on one before. Poor Spence. He didn’t know what to do.”

You closed your eyes and slowly shook your head. You were trying to remember this was a long time ago, and that he’d proven he didn’t want her like that any more. But right now, with him missing, and her remembering this date so… fondly…. It was really crawling up your spine.

“I’m just glad he forgave me.”

“Ah, he adores you,” Emily implored. “And it sounds like that was the beginning of something even better. The 3 of you have been inseparable since I met you.”

Suddenly, it sounded like JJ got choked up and said, “I don’t know how to do this without them. If we can’t get them back--”

“It’s okay,” Emily assured and that was your cue. You ripped open the stall door and stared at JJ and Emily. They broke apart and JJ’s eyes slightly widened at you.

“Uh, Y/N, I didn’t realize you were in here,” she suddenly said, trying to wipe her eyes.

“Yeah, I bet you didn’t,” you all but spat. “Probably wouldn’t be going on about a date you had with my husband years ago if you didn’t. Maybe we should call Will and tell him how fond you are of that time?” you asked, your eyes narrowing.

“Y/N,” Emily said carefully.

“No, this is not okay,” you said, your eyes shooting to hers. “I know their missing but using this to cash in on some missed connection with my husband is fucking sick, don’t you think?”

“We’re all a little high strung right now,” Emily started. “Let’s just take a breather. She didn’t mean anything by it. We all want Spencer and Penelope to come back home safe and sound.”

“Yeah maybe some more than others. Emily, do you know what she did? What she’s trying to do to my family?” you shouted. “She’s waited years to bring this up, and now… now that Spence is missing it’s just--”

A knock came to the bathroom door before Dexter suddenly poked his head in.

“Everything okay in here?” he asked, eyeing the three of you.

“No, it’s not okay. JJ thinks it’s fine to just--”

“Okay, yeah, we’re just going to take a little walk, alright?” he asked, stepping in and putting his hands on your shoulders from behind to pivot you out.

“Let go of me, Dex!” you ordered.

“As soon as you calm the fuck down. This isn’t the time or place to lose your cool. You need to remember who you are, and what you do, and what your mission is right now,” he informed once he got you at the end of the hallway, in a secluded corner. His face was just inches from yours as he tired to get you to focus up. “Remember your husband is on the line. You can deal with this other shit later, right?”

You sighed, running your hands through your hair. “You’re right. You’re right. You’re always right,” you said in defeat. You shook your head. “This case...whew….” You blew out air and kept shaking your head. “Dex, I…. I’ve been thinking, and… I love my husband very much. I would do anything for him. He’s my one true love. I can’t imagine life without him,” you explained watching his face as he tried to digest what you were saying. “I want you to know that… if it ever came down to it… to choosing him over what we do, I’ll choose him. Every time. I need to know that you’re okay with that.”

He blinked for a few seconds, looking at you, searching your face for questions to answers that you weren’t sure of.

“Okay. Yeah. I can respect that,” he agreed.

“Thank you. I just… I can’t lose him, and if I get him back....I don’t want to lose him to the other side of me. I can’t live without him. I hope you can understand.”

“I do,” he assured with a nod. “When my brother tried to kill Deb, I just… I guess I snapped. Sure, Bryan was blood, he was like me, but he wasn’t the one who had always been there for me. Deb knows me. We shared a childhood, a father, a mother. We work together. Bryan was just a distant memory to me. I chose her because I guess… a life without her seemed a hell of a lot harder than losing Bryan. He was nothing to me, I’d lived without him this long…”

“Because you love her,” you assured. “It’s the same reason you protect Rita, Deb, everyone you’re close to.”

“I think you forget my diagnosis.”

“I think you devolve into self-fulfilling prophecies,” you accused with a half smile. “Thank you for being here with me,” you said, squeezing his arm.

“Sure. You wanna get back to the investigation now?”

You nodded with a smile. The two of you walked into the bullpen where Emily and Rossi were putting together more of Meadows’ profile. Suddenly, it clicked for her and she remembered both of them. They were both at a ranch in Colorado, they were part of a cult then. Meadows was one of the wives the cult leader had taken, and that’s how they knew Merva, he was there too.

Tara, Luke, and Matt set up video to watch it. You’d seen it a few times too, but now it meant more. There were kids they were trying to rescue, Prentiss and Spence had gone in undercover. Then the place had exploded, killing the messiah, now they were out for revenge. Emily and JJ approached with news that local FBI was guarding the ranch, and that the women and kids were offered a fresh start through WITSEC. That’s where Meadows took her chance - she accepted help, knowing she’d betray the government.

You were listening, your eyes flashed to Dexter, when behind him, a battered Garcia came in.

“Holy shit. Are you okay?” you asked, breezing past Dex to get to her. You put your hands on her shoulders just as she began talking.

“It’s a warehouse that’s in Hillcrest. 18 minutes,” she informed, clearly distraught. “I can take you there. You gotta hurry. They hurt Reid, he’s been bleeding there. They’re in trucks with Theo. I heard a gunshot. It’s a warehouse--” Garcia began again and you closed your eyes before hugging her. She was still talking. She was in shock.

“Someone grab a jacket, or a blanket, or something,” you directed.

“On it,” Luke said quickly.

“Garcia, Garcia, listen to me. Is Spence okay?” you asked but she just kept rambling. You looked to Dexter, worry evident in your eyes. Within three minutes, the team was geared up and ready to head out the door on Garcia’s directions.

“We’re going to the warehouse now,” Emily informed. “Y/N, are you coming? You can’t come as an agent but I’ll let you ride along.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m coming.” You turned to Dexter as you walked by. “You’re coming with me. I can’t do this without you. If he’s…. If he’s not--”

“He’s going to be fine. Your team is good. They’re serial killers, Y/N, they aren’t just going to shoot him and walk away. It’s all about a protocol, and MO with these people. If they really want him to be his 300th victim, they won’t do it unceremoniously.”

You nodded, choking back tears and the lump in your throat as he spoke to you.

“Alright. Let’s go find my husband.”

He gave you a nod and the two of you left, joining the team in an SUV. They raced to the warehouse. You stayed in the car, too nerve wracked to go in. Dexter and you sat quietly, and the team came out. They shook their heads.

Emily got in the car with you. “He wasn’t in there. They killed Theo though. That must’ve been the gunshot Garcia heard.”

“Then… where did they take him?” you wondered.

With that, Emily and the team called Garcia and JJ. Spence apparently told Garcia that it all happens at 10:23, but it was past that time so no one knew what it meant. She explained how they made her rig the system so they could get past weigh stations and clear the trucks of all history. She blamed herself and you felt so bad for her.

Now all of you were racking your brains trying to figure out what that could possibly mean. Theories and ideas were flying across the room. Garcia suddenly remembered that Cyrus was technically reborn in Kentucky due to his prison time.

At least it was a start. All of you boarded the plane and more ideas continued to go around. Dexter even threw in a couple of bible passages he knew, and you threw in one as well, but nothing was sticking until JJ found something.

The team realized it was Arcadia, a synonym of Eden, that he needed to be found in. You wanted to relax, but what if you all were wrong? What if it was a misdirect? What if it wasn’t the right place at all?

But then, Garcia pulled land deeds, and sure enough, Merva had land in the area. The team landed, got their gear on, and you joined them.

Emily put her hand up as she was fastening her vest when you picked a vest up. “Woah, hey, I don’t think you should be in the field on this one.”

“They have Spence, Emily. My husband? I’m not going to sit in the car on this one. I need to be here. It’s one more pair of hands to help in case the situation gets out of hand.”

She eyed you up and down but then nodded. With that, you put the vest on, strapped on your gun, pulled your hair back into a small bun, and all of you got into the cars to make your way to the plot of land they owned.

SWAT and your team stealthily walked across the land as Dexter stayed behind in the cars. You wanted him there with you, knowing he would kill better, quieter, and faster than most of the others, but seeing as he was just forensics to the FBI, he wasn’t allowed anywhere near this.

You took out one gunman from behind, before sweeping around a tent, and suddenly, the sound of Heaven filled your ears -- Spencer was talking. He was alive, thank God. You wanted to breathe a sigh of relief but you still needed to be quiet.

Then Meadows said he was stalling and suddenly he was silent again. Your heart felt heavy again but you plucked up, realizing he needed you now more than ever.

The team was still patrolling as Merva was speaking, when suddenly Rossi saw one of the Believers and shot him, before he could shoot Rossi. Immediately, everyone made a break for the front, where the sacrifice was taking place. Matt, Emily, and you stormed the area. Matt took out two men with automatic guns when Merva ran towards Spence with the knife at his throat.

“Merva!” you shouted, and as soon as he turned, you shot at him - twice. He fell down and Emily ran to check his pulse. With everyone away from Spence, you immediately went to his side, unbuckling him from the wood he was strapped too.

“Are you okay?” you asked, worry in your voice.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he assured just as you got the last buckle undone. He fell into your arms and you hugged him tighter than you ever had in your life before peppering his cheeks and lips with kisses. You didn’t care who was around or if PDA was a problem for anyone. You almost lost the love of your life.

Which then reminded you that behind you was a pack of wild animals that were willing to let him get sacrificed. Your bloodlust kicked into maximum overdrive and you had to mentally calm yourself.

You helped him out of the area and got him back to the SUV where Dexter stood, leaning against the car waiting for you all.

When he saw you, he smiled, extending his hand. “You must be the famous Dr. Reid,” he said cheerfully.

Spence took his hand.

“I’m sorry, have we met?” he asked.

“Oh, Spence, this is Dexter. He’s… he’s a good friend from Miami. He came up to support me and help on this case,” you informed.

“Ah. Well, I’m glad to meet you.”

“I’m glad you’re okay. This one was going out of her mind,” Dex said as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, apologizing before kissing your hair. “I never want to make you worry.”

“Well let’s just get you home, okay?”

On the way back, you rode in the back of the SUV, sandwiched between Dexter and Spence. You rested your head on Spencer’s, smiling every so often at Dex. For just a few moments, life, despite being messy, felt completely right between these two.

On the plane ride back, Dexter sat across from you two and Spencer and him got to know each other rather well. Dex seemed to like to pick his brain, and Spencer seemed to like getting asked a million and one questions about himself or any myriad of things.

It didn’t go unnoticed by you that JJ had glanced your way a few times with an odd look on her face. You returned the look, keeping your expression even.

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becasbelt · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pitch Perfect (Movies) Rating: G Relationships: Chloe Beale/Beca Mitchell Characters: Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell Additional Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-PP3

Summary:

Beca and Chloe get stuck in a massive traffic jam in LA. Boredom, teasing, and fluff ensue.

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-5:26 PM-

“Come on! Let’s get a fucking move on, people!”

Chloe giggles at Beca’s annoyance with the traffic in front of them. “I really don’t think that’s going to help this situation at all, babe.”

Beca honks the car’s horn and glares at the person in the car next to them when they glance over. “Well it should,” she stews. “This is fucking ridiculous. I hate LA traffic.”

When Beca had kissed Chloe on the USO tour, Chloe’s entire world had changed for the better. After years of dropping hints, Beca finally figured out that Chloe was in love with her and admitted that she was in love with her, too, after opening for DJ Khalid. Fast forward a few months to now where Chloe went to vet school in West Hollywood while Beca worked on her first album. They were both living their dreams, and Chloe was still pinching herself to make sure it was all real.

Right now, though, it didn’t really feel like a dream. They had gone out for a quick grocery run at around 4:00 and were now apparently stuck in rush hour traffic. In the past half hour they’d gone about one mile, much to Beca’s frustration.

“What’s even going on up there?” Beca asks. “Why the hell aren’t we moving?”

“You know how bad traffic can be here,” Chloe shrugs as she scrolls through her phone. “This is nothing new.”

“Yeah, but I feel like it isn’t usually this bad.” Beca honks the horn again, as if that will make the mile long traffic ahead of them move faster.

They sit in silence while Beca stews and grumbles, the sounds of cars honking and the radio playing softly filling up the space around them. Beca cranes her neck to try and see farther in front of her, but to no avail. Eventually, she slumps down in her seat in defeat.

“Well now we’re not even moving at all,” the grumpy brunette laments, putting the car in park. She crosses her arms angrily over her chest.

“Apparently there’s a huge crash like three miles ahead of us,” Chloe informs her, pulling up a news coverage clip from her Twitter feed and passing her phone over to show Beca. “A bunch of semis collided and spilled stuff all over the highway. It’s pretty bad.”

Beca scowls at the device and hands it back. “Great. GREAT. This is just perfect. I love this for us right now.”

“At least we didn’t have any plans for tonight,” Chloe says, trying to sound positive.

Beca just groans and hits her head against the steering wheel.

-5:45 PM-

“Ugh, can we skip this song?”

“Why? You don’t like it?”

“It’s fine, but it’s way too happy for this situation.”

“Well, in that case, I think I’ll keep it on. You need a little positivity right now, Bec.”

“You know, if I didn’t love you so much I’m positive that I would hate you.”

“That’s the spirit!”

-6:02 PM-

“Okay, that’s it, I’m turning the car off,” Beca announces after they haven’t moved in twenty minutes. She turns the key in the ignition, shutting the engine off but keeping the music on.

Chloe raises an eyebrow. “You know, now that you’ve turned the car off we’ll probably start moving soon. That’s usually how it goes.”

“All the more reason to turn it off, then,” Beca replies with a cheeky grin. She reaches down and unbuckles her seatbelt, and Chloe does the same. “You know,” Beca says a moment later, tearing her eyes away from the cars around them to look at Chloe. “If I have to get stuck in a giant traffic jam, I’m glad you’re stuck here with me.”

A grin spreads on Chloe’s face and she bites her bottom lip. “You’re such a sap, Mitchell,” she teases, reaching over to pinch at Beca’s cheek. Beca swats her hand away.

“You see, this is why I never use sincerity,” Beca complains with a glare. “I’m always made fun of whenever I do.”

Chloe softens slightly. “That’s only because I love it so much when you’re sincere,” she says sweetly, leaning in to kiss Beca’s cheek. She pulls back to see a slight blush on the other girl’s face. “And I’m really glad I’m here with you, too.”

Beca grins and looks away shyly, turning up the music’s volume instead of answering.

-6:19 PM-

Chloe huffs and slumps down in her seat. “I’m borrrred.”

Beca, who’s busy answering emails, glances over at her. “Yeah, I know. I heard you the first fifteen times you told me.”

“Well I’m bored because you’re not paying attention to me,” Chloe laments. She sticks her hand out the open window. “I thought we were in this together, but you’re off in superstar land.”

Beca winces and clicks off her phone, setting it in the cup holder. “Sorry, it’s just Theo asking about some stuff for the album.”

A car nearby starts blasting “Elmo’s World” from its speakers, and Chloe is momentarily distracted before responding to Beca. “What does he want this time?”

Beca starts shuffling between radio stations. “He doesn’t like some of the lyrics for the one we’re recording tomorrow, so he was sending over some revisions.”

Chloe hums. “Did you like them?”

“Eh,” Beca shrugs, apparently indifferent. “They were fine. I wasn’t too attached to the original lyrics anyways.”

“That’s good, I guess.”

They sit in silence for a while and Chloe turns her attention back to the car still playing Elmo’s theme song, intrigued.

“Okay, well now I’m bored.”

Chloe looks over at Beca. “Oh how the turntables,” she says, quoting The Office with a raised eyebrow.

Beca rolls her eyes. “I hate that show,” she claims.

“Sure you do,” Chloe says, nodding her head. “That’s why I caught you watching it when I got home the other day.”

“That means nothing,” Beca defends immediately, crossing her arms over her chest. “It just happened to be on when I turned on the TV.”

Chloe hums in disbelief. “If that’s what you’re going to stick with, then good for you.”

Beca huffs. “Well, it’s the truth, so,” she punctuates the unfinished thought with a tongue click.

“You want to watch it right now?”

“…well I guess it couldn’t hurt. Since we’re both bored and all.”

-6:51 PM-

“Babe, this is your song!”

“Okay, we’re changing it for sure this time. Ow! What was that for, dude?”

“Beca Mitchell, don’t you dare switch away from this song.”

“Okay, okay. Jesus, did you really have to hit me that hard?”

“It was a preventive strike.”

“It was mean.”

“Poor baby. Do you want me to kiss it better?”

“I mean… it might make me feel a little better. It’s worth a shot, at least.”

-7:08 PM-

Chloe stifles a grin as Beca slyly places a hand on her lower thigh. She continues to flip through the car manual she found in the glove box like she hasn’t noticed. “Hey, Bec, I think I finally know how to change the time on the clock. They have complete step-by-step instructions in here and everything.”

“That’s nice,” Beca says distractedly. Her fingers begin to draw lazy circles along the bare skin on the inside of her thigh, slowly making their way farther up Chloe’s leg. Chloe clears her throat to focus herself.

“We can also change the display to show what cardinal direction we’re going in, too.”

“Neat.”

“And if you hold down the hazard button for ten seconds, the car will self-destruct.”

“Awesome.”

Chloe snaps the booklet shut. “Beca, you know we can’t start something right now,” she lectures, gesturing down at her lap, and while Beca blushes and looks guilty, she doesn’t remove her hand. “There are literally people all around us.”

Beca shrugs. “I don’t think they’re paying attention,” she says lowly, lightly dragging her fingers along smooth skin. Chloe gulps and resists the urge to spread her legs further. “No one would notice if we just…”

She trails off as she leans forward to place a warm kiss on Chloe’s jawline. Chloe sighs and closes her eyes at the feeling of wet heat moving along her neck. She weaves a hand through Beca’s hair and tilts her head to allow her more access.

Chloe’s eyes lazily drift back open and she’s met with the sight of an old lady in the car next to theirs staring right at them. Embarrassment replaces the arousal in Chloe’s body, and she hastily pushes Beca off of her. Beca looks at her in confusion.

“Uh, people are paying attention, apparently,” Chloe explains, gesturing subtly to the old lady. Beca’s confusion is immediately overtaken by shock and a blush spreads across her cheeks. She waves awkwardly to the lady and pivots in her seat to stare look pointedly out the other window.

Okay, so they definitely needed to keep their hands to themselves in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Chloe files the information away for future reference.

-7:32 PM-

Beca groans and pushes her seat as far away from the steering wheel as she can, stretching out her legs. “It’s too damn hot in here.”

Chloe, who’s waving the car’s insurance papers in front of her face to cool off, nods in agreement. “It really is. Are you sure we can’t turn on the car for a little bit?”

“We’re pretty low on gas,” Beca says hesitantly. “I don’t want to risk running out as soon as we finally get out of this mess.”

Chloe pouts but doesn’t fight her on it. She looks out the window and sees some people ahead of them standing outside of their cars talking and gets an idea. Beca peers curiously over at her when Chloe opens her door.

“Dude, what are you doing?”

“I am getting some fresh air,” Chloe states as she gets out of the car. The blood starts rushing through her legs like normal again while a gentle breeze brushes against her sweaty forehead. Chloe lets out a sigh of relief. She closes the door behind her and rounds to the driver’s side of the car.

Beca squints up at her through her open window. “You’re really going to be one of those people that gets up and walks around during a traffic jam?”

Chloe leans down, resting her forearms on the window sill and sticking her head back in the car a bit. “I don’t see any other options. It’s better than sweating through our clothes in the hot car.”

Beca glances down at her slightly damp t-shirt and plucks at it with her fingers, frowning. “You may have a point.” She turns off the car all the way and pushes open her door, joining Chloe on the road. Chloe claps her hands in excitement.

“It’s kind of neat just standing out on the highway like this, don’t you think?” she asks, turning around in place to take in her surroundings. Beca chuckles and lets her gaze drift to some cars off in the distance.

“It is a small sort of accomplishment, I suppose.”

Chloe takes one of Beca’s hands and tugs her to the trunk of their car. “I’m hungry. Didn’t we buy some granola bars or something?”

Beca opens the trunk and sifts through the grocery bags inside. “Doesn’t look like it, babe,” she says, but sticks her hand in a bag anyways. Her tongue pokes out in concentration as she tries to get a grip on something in the bag, and Chloe bites her lip at how cute the expression makes her girlfriend look. Then, a look of victory crosses Beca’s face. “Aha! I knew these were in there!” Beca pulls her hand out to produce a box of frosted sugar cookies.

She starts attempting to open them while Chloe wrinkles her nose in confusion. “I didn’t know you bought those,” she says, watching Beca fail to open the plastic packaging. “When did you add those to the cart?”

Beca doesn’t tear her eyes away from her challenge. “You were looking at that magazine cover I was on, and I snuck it on the belt,” she says, the struggle eminent in her voice.

Chloe watches her fight the box in amusement for a few more seconds before gently prying it away from Beca’s hands, opening it with ease. She hands it back to Beca with a sweet smile. Beca attempts to look unembarrassed. “Thanks,” she mutters before reaching in and taking a cookie out, shoving half of it in her mouth at once.

They munch on the box of cookies, sitting on the hood of the car. A few people come up to them to make small talk, mostly commenting on how sucky the situation is, though none of them stick around for very long. Soon the cookies are gone, leaving Chloe and Beca to sit in comfortable silence.

Beca reaches over and pulls Chloe’s left hand into her lap, playing with her fingers. Chloe smiles softly and looks over at the brunette, but Beca’s eyes are focused on their hands. Lithe fingers run along the tendons on the back of her hand, and up and down the veins lining the inside of her wrist. Beca delicately rubs her thumb over Chloe’s ring finger with a contemplative look on her face, then brings their hands up to press a kiss to her knuckles a moment later.

Chloe hums in contentment and leans against Beca’s side, watching people ahead of them walking around and conversing with one another. Beca squeezes her hand once, and Chloe’s smile grows even wider.

-8:14 PM-

“Chlo, am I crazy, or is that an ice cream truck?”

Chloe looks in the direction that Beca is pointing in to see that, yes indeed; there is an ice cream truck in the near distance. To make it even more bizarre, people seem to be buying ice cream from the truck.

Beca and Chloe look at each other. They come to a silent agreement and slide of the hood of the car. When they reach the truck, there’s only one other person in line, so they’re able to quickly purchase two cones – chocolate for Chloe, vanilla for Beca – and weave their way through the traffic back to their own car.

They lean against the passenger side door and watch the sun slowly start to sink in the sky as they eat their ice cream. Chloe steals licks from Beca’s cone every once in a while, which her girlfriend pretends to grumble about, but Chloe can tell she doesn’t actually mind.

The ice cream truck starts playing music in the distance, and Chloe smiles as Beca starts quietly harmonizing with it under her breath.

-8:24 PM-

“If I die in this traffic jam, will you tell Theo that I won’t be able to make it to our meeting on Wednesday?”

“You’re not going to die, Beca.”

“I’m starting to lose hope that we’ll ever get out of this.”

“You’re so overdramatic.”

“Oh yeah? Well you’re under dramatic.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know. Give me a break, my brain’s fried from sitting here for three hours.”

“Fair enough.”

-8:47 PM-

Chloe glances up from her nearly dead phone and does a double take at what she sees. She slaps at Beca’s arm excitedly. “Bec, people are moving!”

Beca lurches up from her slumped position over the wheel. She rubs at her eyes and blinks groggily out the front windshield. “There is a God after all,” she murmurs in awe, starting up the car.

Chloe whoops loudly as they begin to drive, joining in with the cheers from the cars around them. Beca lets out a victory cry of her own that makes Chloe double over laughing in her seat. Chloe starts belting out “We Are the Champions” at the top of her lungs, and Beca doesn’t even try to protest before she starts to sing along.

When Beca steers the car onto the exit ramp to get off the highway, Chloe lets out a contemplative hum and says, “You know, that actually wasn’t too bad. I think that was a great way to spend our evening.”

“And I think that’s probably the craziest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Okay, rude.”

“It’s true, dude.”

“Hmm. Maybe, maybe not. Either way, I love you.”

Beca grins and reaches out to take Chloe’s hand. “Love you, too, weirdo.”

#fanfic #pitch perfect #bechloe #chloe beale #beca mitchell #repression makes for fast and fluffy writing folks #just so you know

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No Reason To (32/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

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A/N:

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Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 05x03 and 05x04

“Oh, I should’ve got a haircut.”

“Well, you know, someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut.”

You watch as Noah raises a brow up at his son from a far, sat on a chair behind both your brother and Stiles. You keep to yourself as the conversation continues on, your eyes heavy.

Scott, opposed to Stiles, smiles brightly Noah’s way. “I think you look great.”

“Well, thank you, son I should have had,” Noah nods at Scott. There’s a pause of silence as Stiles turns to Scott in disbelief, somewhat hurt by his father’s comment before Noah’s lets out a sigh, sinking into the top of his desk and pulling at his tie. “This is a terrible idea.”

“What, dad...” Instantly stepping forward, Stiles grabs a hold of his father’s shoulders, halting his movements. “Dad, it’s one date, okay?” Fixing his father’s tie, Stiles grins in encouragement and reassurance. “The town of Beacon Hills won’t implode while you’re out with one woman. Or... man.”

“It’s a woman, Stiles,” Noah corrects, shaking his head at his son.

“Okay.”

“A very beautiful woman.”

Nodding, Stiles’ eyes narrow in thought; “what beautiful woman, by the way?”

“None of your business,” Noah grins like a little kid, a sight that brings even the faintest of smiles to your lips. “Any one of you.”

Stiles glances back at you briefly, then turns to Scott, shaking his head. “I want to know,” he mumbles, eyes squinting in determination

Shaking your head, you push yourself up to your feet, swatting Stiles’ hands away as he tries to, and fails, to fix Noah’s tie. You smile faintly up at the man as you help fix his tie, ignoring Stiles’ mumbles of whining in indignation. However, the moment is soon interrupted by a loud bellow of; “Stilinski!” It causes you to jerk back in surprise, turning your head up to Noah in question who only looks as confused as the rest of you.

Stepping past you, Noah opens the door to his office, peeking his head out briefly before stepping all the way out. You follow behind him, Stiles’ hand on your lower back as a sort of guide. Your brows furrow when your gaze falls on a kid, no more than a few years older than yourself, standing there with his wrists cuffed, practically fuming.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“Donovan,” Noah sighs, leaning back. “If you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out.”

Just as the deputies move to do so, Donovan speaks up once more. “I’m not angry like i’m gonna throw a brick through your window,” he begins, fighting against the arms that pull him back. “I’m angry, like i’m gonna find you, i’m going to get a knife and i’m going to stab you with it until you’re dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. Because this is why.”

You blink, Jesus...

There’s a moment of pause, everyone taking in what Donovan has just said. Then, Stiles breaks the silence; “wow, that was awesome.” It causes you to blink over at him, raising a brow. “That was awesome. That was great. Can we do one more? Give us another one, maybe more like Christopher Walken this time, you know.” There’s another pause, Noah bowing his head in shame, then, “okay, you know what? It’s fine. You’ll have plenty of time to work on it when you’re in your tiny, little cell, you know. Just stuck there forever.”

A smile falls on Donovan’s lips and your eyes narrow in response, watching as he takes a few steps back, as if to leave, before lunging forward. Instantly, you step in front of Stiles, Scott grabbing him by the shoulders to pull him back as the deputies and Donovan’s lawyer move to hold Donovan back.

“Get him out of here!” Noah bellows.

You let out a sigh as Donovan’s lead away, shaking your head.

“What the hell’s an Anger Expression Inventory?”

“It’s a test you take when you’re applying to become a deputy,” Stiles explains to Scott, causing you to turn back in surprise.

“That guy wanted to be a cop?” You question, raising a brow as you gesture in the direction he’d been lead off.

Nodding, Stiles sighs; “at least now he’s getting the full law enforcement experience.”

“...Y/N? Y/N!”

You blink, having been stuck in your thoughts.

Turning to the front, you find Scott and Stiles turned back, their eyes on you. You’re not oblivious to the worry behind their gaze and with a sigh, you swallow thickly. “Yeah?”

The two glance at each other, before Scott speaks up, somewhat nervously. “Everything okay? You kinda... you kinda zoned out for a moment.”

“Yeah,” you repeat, this time sure as you shrug with ease. Letting a small, somewhat unconvincing smile fall on your face, you nod at the two. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Stiles asks hesitantly, once again glancing at your brother before turning towards you. You glance back at him, meeting his eyes steadily and you sigh at the deep concern behind his gaze. Behind both of their gazes. You understand why they were concerned, but you hated that they looked at you like that.

Like they weren’t sure when you were going to lose control next.

“Yup,” you nod, your voice a little sharp. Placing a tight-lipped smile on your lips, you glance back at them more convincingly. “Let’s just get out of here.”

And at first, the both of them are hesitant. But they can tell by your expression not to push you, so Stiles just simply starts his car, pulling his car into drive as you turn to glance back out the window. You’re not oblivious to Scott’s lingering stare, but you simply ignore it.

“Guys.”

You raise your head at the sound of Noah’s voice, tearing your gaze off the dead body that had just been pulled past you, taking a few steps forward before stopping in front of Stiles’ dad. As soon as you have, Noah turns to Scott. “Scott, you saw this kid, Donovan. He... He wasn’t like you, right?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Scott glances back at you and Stiles. “I don’t think so.”

“Unless,” Stiles speaks up, “he knows how to hide his scent.”

“Well, human or otherwise,” Noah mumbles, “this kid might have just murdered his lawyer and mortally wounded two officers. We’ve got an APB out on him, but,” turning to Scott, Noah raises a brow. “You think you can find him faster?”

“I can try.”

“All right,” Noah nods, raising the walkie-talkie in his hand and handing it to Scott. “Keep it on channel two.”

You bite your lip as you watch Scott slowly back up before turning to run off.

“What if it wasn’t Donovan?” Stiles suddenly questions, pulling both yours and his father’s gaze on him as he clasps his hands before him.

Sighing, you raise a brow; “i’m guessing you’ve already got a theory?”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

“Scott, is that you?”

“Yeah, I found Donovan. Completely freaked out. He keeps saying some name.”

“What name?”

You feel Stiles take a step closer behind you, whispering; “Theo...” It causes you to turn back to him, meeting his eyes.

Then, Scott speaks over the walkie; “Tracy,” he answers, “he keeps saying Tracy.”

“Tracy who?” Noah asks, face scrunching up in bafflement.

“Stewart,” Lydia sighs, causing you to blink over at him. “Tracy Stewart.”

“Tracy wasn’t just having trouble sleeping. It was a real disorder. It was night terrors.”

“Well, now she’s the night terror. Especially since no one can find her.”

Sighing, you shake your head at Stiles’ words.

“Okay,” Scott speaks up, your eyes falling on him. “I know we’re all tired and miserable...” His words trail as they become the opposite of the boy standing next to him. You turn to Mason with a raised brow, the grin on his face practically radiating yet not one of you can share his happiness. “Except for you.”

“Oh,” Mason mumbles, shifting on his feet at the sight off all eyes on him. “I’m sorry. This is all just mind-blowing.” Your brow only stays raised. Yeah, it was mind-blowing, but the way he said it... not really the way you would’ve. “You’re a kitsune,” Mason exclaims gesturing to Kira. “I don’t even know what that is.”

Pausing, Kira shrugs; “i’m still learning.”

“Liam,” Stiles speaks up, straightening out. “We said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle.”

“Uh, i’m in the inner circle?” Mason stutters, eyes widening in hope and disbelief.

Both Liam and Stiles shake their heads; “no!”

“Guys, look, back to Tracy,” Scott sighs, shaking his head, stepping forward. “She’s just one lone wolf. We can find her.”

“One lone serial-killing wolf,” you remind.

“Uh, she only killed one person,” Stiles debates, raising his hand in difference. “The other two were mauled. All right, what do we do when we catch her?”

Shrugging her shoulders, Malia sighs; “I say we put her down.”

There’s a moment of pause, then Mason interrupts, “intense.”

“Guys,” Scott calls, “let’s just concentrate on catching her first. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

“Pick up your phone, Stiles.”

Your leg pounces, bottom lip in between your teeth as you gnaw on it anxiously. This is your fourth time. Fourth time trying to call any one of your friends and see where they are. But none of them are answering.

Letting out an aggravated sigh, you slam your phone down on the bottom of your locker, shaking your head. It was one thing to be wary of you, your powers and what’s happening, but a completely different thing to blatantly ignore you. Did they expect you to just sit back and wait for them to return? Just to wait not knowing if they were okay? If Scott, Stiles, Malia and everyone else were okay?

Shaking your head, you set it into the palm of your hands, rubbing tiredly over your face. You were running on very low sleep and as a result, your patience was growing incredibly thin. You were tired, stressed and if you were being completely honest, terrified. It felt like you had no control over yourself anymore and you had no idea what was happening to you.

And now, your friends were ignoring you and you had no idea if they were okay.

“Are you okay?”

Your shoulders fall at the sound of his voice, turning your head over your shoulder. Sure enough, there stands Theo with an innocent look in his eyes. Maybe it’s misdirected, but the anger inside of you is still burning and as result, is now directed at the boy stood in front of you. You grab your phone with haste, slamming your locker door shut behind you, before turning to leave. “I’m fine.”

“Woah,” Theo calls, catching your wrists and halting your movements. His touch causes you to pause, turning to back to look at him with a glare. At the sight of your look, Theo lets out a laugh, pulling his hand back and raising both beside his head. “I only came to make sure you were okay,” Theo slowly explains himself, hands falling to his side as he gestures to where you’re stood. “It looked like something was wrong.”

“And as I said, everything’s fine,” you say sharply, once again moving to walk away.

“Worried for your friends?”

And just like that you halt, your eyes narrowing into slits. If your glare had been threatening before, it’s ten times worse now. You once again turn, taking a intimidating step Theo’s way as you hiss down at him. “Should I be?” You counter, raising a brow. “You know, Stiles doesn’t trust you, and i’m beginning to wonder if I shouldn’t either.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Theo swears to your hidden accusation, shaking his head. “I heard you call Stiles three times with no answer.”

You blink, leaning back. “Oh…”

Theo takes your silence to his advantage. Stepping forward, he closes the distance between the two of you and lowers his voice so none of those wandering can hear you. “I’m sure there’s a reason for it,” he tries to reassure you, a small smile falling on his lips. “I mean, it isn’t like them to ignore you, is it? Especially not Stiles or Scott.”

Sighing, your shoulders fall. “Yeah,” you say slowly, gaze lowering. “But, who knows now?”

Theo’s brows furrow; “what does that mean?”

You blink, not having even realized how much you’d just said. And here Stiles had warned you to be careful around Theo. Taking a step back from him, you shake your head. “Nothing,” you dismiss with a shrug of your shoulders. “I… Just, nothing.”

“Oh come on, Y/N,” Theo smiles up at you, “we used to be friends, didn’t we? Why can’t you just trust me?”

“Because…” You begin, though, you find yourself at a lost on what to say in response. Yes, Stiles didn’t trust Theo for multiple reasons, but those reasons you didn’t necessarily believe yourself. You just believed them because Stiles did, and you were okay with that. But now, stood here, at a loss on what to say, you really wondered if you should be.

“It’s just us,” Theo reminds, holding his hands out in a gesture to the space around the both of you. It’s then you notice that there’s no one left in the hallways, all having rushed off to class. “And you look like you need a friend.”

“I have plenty of friends already,” you snap, the words coming out sharper then intended.

“Okay,” Theo shrugs, “someone to talk to then.”

You pause in thought. Briefly, you glance down at your phone, frowning at the lack of reply from both your texts and calls. And then, you glance around the empty hallway, eyes settling on Theo. He’s right. Maybe that’s all you need to do. Just talk to someone. Get what’s become a burden on your chest off and maybe you’ll feel some relief. But… was Theo the one to talk to?

And the answer was obvious, because there wasn’t anyone else around.

“Losing control of your powers, for a witch, is normal.”

You blink at Theo’s statement, surprised by it. Maybe you shouldn’t have been, given what you’ve been talking about for the past hour. But it just takes you by surprise. “You seem to know a lot about witches,” you comment, brows furrowing in bafflement. No one ever seemed to know anything about witches, except for Derek and even then it’d been limited.

Theo shrugs, smiling softly. “Just because i’m a werewolf doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about any other supernatural characters.”

You shrug; “it’s just, not a lot of people know about witches. I don’t even know all that much.”

“I could teach you, if you’d like.”

Once again, Theo’s statement takes you by surprise. Blinking, you turn to him; “you’d do that?”

Laughing, Theo shakes his head; “you don’t have to be so surprised.”

“I’m not! ...Well,” sighing, your shoulders fall. “I am. It’s just...”

“I’m telling you, Y/N. Stiles is wrong,” Theo explains, your lips parting at the sincerity behind his gaze. “I’m just me, the same Theo you knew all the way back in fourth grade. All I want to do is be apart of Scott’s pack...” Frowning, you glance down at your lap, processing Theo’s words. “And it wasn’t just those two I came back for, I came back for you too.”

Just like that, your eyes are back on his.

Smiling softly, Theo leans forward. “I used to have a crush on you, you know.”

Your cheeks warm and you swallow thickly. “Uh, no,” you mumble, your words stammering slightly. “I had... I didn’t know that...”

“Yeah,” Theo nods, turning back to the front of his truck. “With your pigtails and dresses. You used to follow Scott and Stiles around everywhere, the brightest smile on your lips. I swear, it could light up an entire room.” You’re speechless, left sitting agape there like a fool as Theo smiles back over at you. “You were a lot more girly back then.”

Moment gone, you shake your head, rolling your eyes. “Shut up.”

“But seriously,” Theo continues, causing you to turn back to him. “I mean it. I came back for you too.”

And you just stare back at him, trying to find the words to say. When your lips part to speak, however, you’re interrupted by a sharp pain in your head. It causes you to gasp out in response, hands falling to your head as you grip it tightly, curling into yourself. You faintly hear Theo call your name but it barely registers into your head, the pounding of your head the only thing you can focus on.

It’s happening again.

A cry leaves your lips, turning instantly and rushing out of the side of Theo’s car. Once again, you don’t hear him call for you, sinking to your knees in the school parking lot. The pit of heat resonates within you and your body begins to shake. You’re frozen with fear, terrified of the lost of control you feel. You can’t control anything.

And then, there are hands on you. It’s not like before when you’d sent Stiles flying. Theo’s hands wrap around your shoulders, before moving to your cheeks, cupping them and pulling your gaze on him. Through the purple hue of your gaze, you see him before you, his lips moving but you don’t hear any of it.

Hands falling by your side, your eyes squint, focusing on the sound of Theo’s voice. Slowly but surely, his voice begins to echo once more.

“Y/N, Y/N, just breathe. Hey, breathe. It’ll be okay. Come on.”

You follow his advice, putting every bit of your focus and strength into inhaling deeply. And despite the shakiness of your body, you finally manage to be able to do so. Your chest rises and falls slowly but surely and then, you feel yourself gaining control once more. The pit of heat in your stomach fades and the purple hue dissipates. The constant pounding in your head becomes erratic before all together disappearing.

“How...” You pant, still trying to catch your breath as your muscles feel like jelly and you sink into Theo’s touch. “How’d you do that?”

“I just told you to breathe,” Theo shrugs, his hands moving to your shoulders to help steady you. “You just needed a little push.”

Licking your lips, you raise your head, meeting Theo’s eyes. Still feeling the effects of what had happened, your hand falls over his own, gripping it tightly. “I’m losing control of my powers,” you whisper, voice raw, your eyes tired and heavy. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“I can help,” Theo mumbles in response, his eyes sincere. “You just have to trust me.”

“I--”

You’re interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. All of what happened seems to fade to the back of your mind and you instantly move to grab your phone, answering it in seconds when you see the caller ID.

“Stiles, what’s happ--”

“Tracy happened. Come to Deaton’s.”

Helping Stiles up, you non-too gently set him against the table before you, briefly glancing at Theo the moment you take a step back. Except, Stiles’ doesn’t let his gaze fall from you, glaring at the sight of Theo.

“Why were you with him?” Stiles mumbles, stilling trying to gain movement in his body.

Shaking your head at Stiles’ question, you huff; “doesn’t matter. What matters is where’s Tracy?”

“We lost her,” Scott sighs, gripping the table for support.

“And Malia,” Stiles adds, huffing.

“I can help,” Theo assures, moving before you can to help Deaton up.

“This is Theo?” Deaton asks in return, eyes on Scott.

“Let me help.”

At Scott’s hesitance and Stiles’ silence, you sigh. “It doesn’t have to mean he’s part of the pack,” you huff, shaking your head. “Just let him help. Besides, look what happened when you decided not to let someone help.” The meaning behind your words is not hidden to both Scott and Stiles who glance at each other apprehensively, before the latter sighs, shaking his head.

When Scott continues to remain silent, you shake your head. “Scott,” you call, pulling his eyes on you as you give him a look he can’t ignore.

Theo takes this as his chance; “let me help you.”

Your lips part at the trail of blood, everything seeming to slow down.

You watch as Scott runs forward, helping one of the deputies pull the Sheriff back up to his feet before your eyes lower once more. Barely noticing both Stiles and Theo stood behind you, your eyes widen when the trail of blood leads to Lydia. She’s on her back, the wound on her side bleeding profusely and the sight of makes your heart plummet.

Before you know it, Theo is running past you, pulling off his belt before kneeling next to Kira and wrapping it around Lydia’s wound, applying pressure.

Then, suddenly, there’s a hand on your shoulder. It surprises you, snapping you out of your stupor to glance back at the owner of the hand. Your lips part in bewilderment at the sight of Lydia’s mother who, upon the sight of her daughter bleeding, is clearly in shock. She rocks on her feet for a moment, eyes wide, lips agape before she rushes forward, falling next to Theo as Lydia lets out a cry of pain.

“Y/N! Stiles!”

You blink at your brother’s voice, turning your head over his shoulder to glance at him. It’s clear what he wants. “Come on.”

But, as you turn back to Lydia, both you and Stiles hesitate. The sight of your best and longest friend on the ground bleeding is a sight that won’t leave your mind and you’re hesitant to leave her side.

“She’s fine,” you hear Theo mumble, nodding up at the two of you.

“Tracy...”

“Guys,” Lydia says weakly, her lips curling into a soft smile. “I’m fine. Help Tracy. Find Tracy. I’m fine.”

“Y/N,” Stiles suddenly says, his hand falling to your wrist. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Y/N!”

Biting your lip, you shake your head, eyes never leaving Lydia’s even as you take a step back. Then, you’re being pulled in the other direction and you turn to find Stiles’ leaving your side to help his father as your brother reaches out for you. You quicken your step to catch up to Scott, letting him lead you through the hallway, with the rest following, until you find Malia stood in front of Tracy.

Instantly, Malia spins; “it wasn’t me,” she mumbles, holding her hands out before her.

“What the hell happened to her?”

Scott falls down next to Tracy, and you follow suit.

“There were these people,” Malia begins, her voice pitched in panic. “They had masks. Um... There were... Three of them. I think there were three.” The stuttering and wavering in Malia’s voice instantly catches your attention, and standing up, you turn to her just as she faces you.

“What... What are you talking about?”

There’s tears in Malia’s eyes as she shakes her head, stammering; “they were strong, Y/N. They had a weapon. Y/N, I didn’t do this.”

Shaking your head, your hands fall on her shoulders. “Okay,” you whisper, “it’s okay.”

“She’s not changing back,” Deaton speaks up, inspecting her claws. “We’re going to need to get her out of here.”

“What, hey...” Stepping forward, Noah shakes his head. “Absolutely not. This is a crime scene. We call the coroner.”

“I think the coroner might be very confused by this girl’s severed reptilian tail.”

Huffing, Noah snaps; “I don’t care...”

“You should,” Deaton advises, “unless you’re prepared to hold a press conference announcing the presence of supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills.”

There’s a moment of pause as Noah takes a step back, face furrowing in distress..

“Dad,” Stiles whispers, shaking his head. “He’s right.”

“Maybe,” you offer, swallowing thickly. “At the clinic we can figure out how to change her back, then call the coroner?”

“Th-There’s a line,” Noah stammers, pacing on his feet. “There is a line that we have to draw.”

“Dad, you’ve already crossed it. More than once.”

“Sheriff,” Deaton calls, “please. Let me help. I’ve dealt with things like this before.”

There’s a pause, Noah’s head slowly shaking as you all wait in anticipation. Then, Noah sighs; “just do it fast.”

“Y/N.”

Turning to your mother, you inhale deeply; “how bad is it?”

“Could’ve been worse,” your mother says, stepping past you. “Theo, nice going on that tourniquet. You probably saved her life.”

Just then, Scott and Liam step forward, joining the group. You’re not oblivious to the look Stiles sends Theo upon your mother’s words, having been stood directly next to your boyfriend

“All right,” Melissa speaks up again, “she’s about to go into surgery. So it’s going to be a while. Any other supernatural details that I need to know about or do we just stitch her up and hope for the best.”

“It was the tail,” Kira answers, stepping forward.

“Yeah,” Scott nods, “Tracy cut her with the tail if that makes a difference.”

“Okay,” Melissa nods, stepping past you and in the direction of Lydia’s room.

“But,” Malia calls, shaking her head. “It wasn’t just Tracy. There were the others.” At her words, all fall silent, and you meet Scott’s eyes briefly. “The guys in the masks.”

“You’re mad.”

“Of course i’m mad.”

Stiles sighs, walking away from his board and falling next to you on his bed. You remain rooted in your spot, a sigh leaving your lips as you cross your arms over your chest. Silence echoes around the both of you, and you know Stiles is trying to find the right thing to say, something to say in what you hope is an apology. But, the second his lips part, you interrupt him; “Y/N--”

“Don’t ever do that again,” you cut in, finally turning to look at Stiles. He meets your eyes with a blink as your gaze remains unwavering and somewhat cold. “I didn’t know if you were okay. I didn’t know if Scott was okay. I didn’t know anything. So, don’t you dare do that again.”

Stiles’ head bows. “I’m sorry.”

Inhaling deeply, your shoulders fall. “Was it because of what happened?” When Stiles hesitates on replying, you turn to face him. “That night when I lost control, was it because of that? Do you...” The words feel forced, like poison on your tongue, but you know you have to ask because you can’t bare not knowing. “Do you not trust me anymore?”

“Of course I trust you,” Stiles says without hesitation, shifting to face you. It’s then he notices the look in your eyes, the way your eyes have begun to water and Stiles sighs. Cupping your cheeks, Stiles’ shakes his head. “It wasn’t because of that, not directly. You look tired, Y/N. You don’t sleep anymore and even though you try to hide it, I still notice. Scott and I thought it was best to just leave you out of it just once.”

Frowning, your gaze lowers.

“But we were wrong,” Stiles continues, pulling your gaze back on him. “We shouldn’t have done that and we had no right to either. I’m sorry.”

Swallowing thickly, you meet Stiles’ eyes steadily, only finding sincerity in his gaze. And even if a part of you was still mad and even a little insulted, you knew now that Stiles and Scott had done what they had done to protect you. And now they knew that that was wrong and he was genuinely sorry. So, with a soft sigh, you lean against Stiles’ touch, raising your left hand to cup over his own.

“Okay,” you whisper, a soft, tired smile falling on your lips. “I forgive you.”

“Yeah?” Stiles questions, raising a brow with a smile himself.

“Yeah...”

Leaning forward, Stiles’ presses his lips against your own, and without hesitation, you return the kiss, curling your body into his. You feel his hands slide around your waist, falling on your lower back as your own wrap around his neck. Your lips mold against his perfectly, parting with a soft moan as Stiles slips his tongue through.

Eventually, the need for air becomes dire, and you pull back. Stiles’ eyes are fogged as he stares back at you, and you slowly blink back at him, biting your bottom lip. Your fingers softly play with the ends of his hair, but you aren’t oblivious to the feeling of his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, his hands touching the small of your back.

It’s clear what he’s hinting to, and as you stare back at him, lips parted and slightly puffy, you slowly bite on your bottom one.

Then, you pull your arms back and you feel Stiles tug on your shirt, pulling it upwards. It’s up and over your head in seconds, Stiles tossing it to the side as you shuffled closer to him once more, your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips against your own. And as his hands fall to your jeans, moving to unbutton it, you pull back slightly, your lips hovering over his own. “Your dad?” You mumble, breathless.

“Late shift,” Stiles explains hastily, “won’t be home for another hour or two.”

Just like then, you’re leaning back into him, molding your lips once again against his own. It’s only when Stiles tugs at your jeans do you pull back, leaning onto your back on his bed as he tugs them off. When he moves to crawl over you, you hastily pull off his flannel, tossing it to the side before working to pull his shirt over his head.

When he’s shirtless and you’re left in nothing but your undergarments, the two of you pause. Your chest rises and falls slowly, feeling both vulnerable but safe at the same time.

Stiles holds himself up with his left hand, the right coming up to your cheek to brush back some hair and gently tuck it behind your ear. His eyes never leave your own as he does so, his fingers ghosting over your skin as they trail across your cheek, giving you goosebumps. “You’re beautiful,” Stiles whispers, and you feel your cheeks warm, a soft smile falling on your lips.

“You’re not too bad looking yourself,” you tease lightly, slowly licking your lips.

Stiles chuckles, the noise adorable in your mind, as he leans closer. Then, just as he leans forward to kiss you, Stiles pauses. “You’re sure you want this?” He asks, his voice quiet, unsure. You blink up at him as he continues; “I don’t want to pressure you or make you feel like...”

You interrupt him by smiling, cupping his cheek. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

It’s true. You and Stiles have never really crossed this line before. It just felt odd, and even though you’re time with Isaac was one you’d never forget, you’d always felt like maybe the two of you rushed it. You didn’t want to rush it with Stiles and ruin what you had. Besides, there never really seemed to be the proper time and after learning about him and Malia... it had all just felt wrong.

But now, this moment right here. The bitter sweet moment where part of you was still hurt but you understand why Stiles had done what he’d done, it had never felt more right.

So, with your assurance, Stiles smiles, pressing his lips against yours once more.

“Did you get in to see Lydia?”

“No,” Stiles sighs from beside you, you, him and Malia rushing to both Scott and Kira. “I tried using my free period but she’s still in the ICU and no one outside family is allowed in.”

“We got one thing though,” you smile, setting down the bestiary in your hands and flipping it open.

“Anything in here about half-werewolves, half-kanimas?” Kira questions, flipping through a few pages herself.

Leaning forward, Scott whispers; “the Chimera.”

Blinking, Stiles’ brows furrow; “um, what?”

“Chimera,” Scott repeats, straightening out. “It’s a creature made of incongruous parts. And if Liam said he found two burial sites, it means Tracy’s not the only one.”

“Who’s the second chimera?” You frown.

“And why would they bury them?” Stiles adds to your question, meeting your eyes.

“Deaton thinks it’s part of their process,” Scott explains.

Frowning, Malia swallows thickly; “the people in the masks.”

You hiss, a pounding in your head resonating.

Blinking, you brush back your hair, tucking it behind your ears. You briefly glance at Stiles, whose all but practically passed out, you two having been the only ones left. Kira and Scott left a while ago after a call from Melissa and shortly after, Malia had run off, not really giving an explanation as to why. “Hey, Stiles,” you call, your face scrunching as you desperately try to remain calm and ignore the consistent pounding in your head. “I’m taking off.”

Stiles mumbles something in reply, completely not audible.

“Wake up and go home,” you sigh, pulling your backpack on. “I’ll be there in a bit.”

You don’t bother waiting for a reply, the pounding getting worst. With haste you make your way down the stairs and out of the library, moving to grab your phone. Pressing on one of your contacts, you place your phone against your ear, listening to it ring until it stops.

“Theo?”

“Y/N? I gotta say, I definitely wasn’t expecting a call from you.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, scratching at the back of your head. “I was wondering, that offer, it still stand?”

“Are the headaches getting worst?”

Frowning, you sigh; “a lot worst.”

“Where are you?”

“At the school, by the library.”

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up in five minutes.”

“Okay.”

Lowering your phone, you bite your lip. For those five minutes as you wait, you wonder if you’d done the wrong or right thing. If you were making a mistake. Even if Theo had helped you with Tracy, Stiles was still suspicious of Theo and even if you knew Scott was less so, there was a part of him that still questioned Theo’s motives.

But... he’d shown you yesterday that he could help you. That he maybe had the knowledge on witches that you’ve been dying to have since you first discovered your powers. You couldn’t stand this anymore. This not sleeping, these headaches and freak outs. It was effecting everyone else, not just you, and you knew you wouldn’t be much help if you didn’t sort this out.

Scott and Stiles were constantly worried about you, and you knew the others were too. Not to mention your mom. You had to get this sorted out, and right now, it felt like Theo was the only one who could help you do that. He’d been able to calm you yesterday, whereas no one else had been able to.

A shot. That’s all you had to give him. And if he messed up, then you got out of there as soon as possible.

So, when Theo’s truck pulls up in front of you, you steal yourself, inhaling deeply. He greets you with a bright grin as you open the door to the passenger side, slipping in with tense muscles.

You only hoped you could trust him.

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teenwolfhot · 4 years

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Into the unknown scott McCall imagine part 1

" scott .... scott ..... Scott .... SCOTT .... SCOTT ...SCOTT " a voice was pulling McCall back to reality when he felt pain in his shoulder it registered to him that his girlfriend (y/n) looked angery and was turning red while looking at him " hello... aren't you listening i said what are we going to do about the party ?" Scott just blinked " fantastic you weren't listening .... im guessing im talking to a wall better yet I'll get a boyfriend who does ... maybe issac or ... or theo " grabbing gour things scott was about to say something " hey guys " it was liam and mason you rolled your eyes getting up and away from scott and the younger ones

" what's up with (y/l/n) ?" Liam asked scott he zoned out again "uh what ?" mason and liam sighed " you've been distracted lately McCall " Jackson sitting opposite sides to him " hey i ran into (y/n) she seems upset about you " stiles sitting next to scott while lydia and malia was behind " that girl loves to rant especially on you Scott "

" literary what have been on your mind recently that kept you completely occupied with that nonsense?" lydia the strawberry blond asked " its peter " stiles cringed while Jackson gagged " noway McCall its a folklore " kira and malia looked at each other " scott ... scott ?" Jackson sighed " the thing is lydia McCall here got bitten by something while doing a job with me and argent in a small town ... and well he got bitten and well " stiles looked shocked " you said the job was intel on new werewolves not trying to get killed " Jackson laughed "yeah well McCall went pale for a couple of days then .... his eyes changed " stiles eyes squinted " scott what colour are your eyes ?"

Scott turned away but malia shoved his face backed " show us McCall " his eyes didn't turn alpha colours " scott what happened on the job ?" scott didn't say a word " McCall they need to know or else i will " before Jackson could finish theo comea running in " we have company and it ain't werewolves " heavy breathing and slowly sitting down

The door flew opened and three men walked in one muscular in a suit one rugged with a leathet jacket with a smirk on his face , the other his eyes are different and have blood stained dripping down both side of his lips "shit ...shit ...shit " stiles keeps saying while malia was ready with her claws and kira out with her sword

McCall didn't move " LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WOULD YOU PLEASE KINDLY LEAVE THESE PROMISES.... BEFORE IT GETS UGLY " the one in the suit kindly smiled as everyone hurried to leave squirming out of the buliding " so little group of supernatural with a well .... a banshee " the one with the blood came closer to lydia " banshee that can pridict death with a werewolf.. or a turning hybrid werewolf " the man looking at scott " let me introduce ourselves I'm klaus mikaelson I'm the first hybrid werewolf vampire " he sit opposite sides of the gang while " im Elijah mikaelson and this is my younger brother kol mikaelson we're not like my other bother klaus " sitting down beside klaus " we came to negotiate a peace treated on the basis of scott McCall "

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" so do we have a deal McCall?" Stiles and liam sitting during the negotiations while the ladies leave for other issues " scott you can't take this deal ... your walking in blind... we do not know them ... trust me ... we do not deal with this kind especially when we don't know their strengths " stiles whsipering " human whispering to your boy isnt working we have super hearing our power our amplified " drinking a soda then crushing it stiles gulped while liam was trying to control his anger " hey beta you dont need to draw your crawls you know... we know you have anger issues but .... we know all your strengths and weaknesses but we won't use it against you because we know a void person who's ready to kill us all gerard argent ring bell " Elijah fixing his cufflinks " so McCall the deal is set ... argent crossed our path and well he killed half a dozen of people in our town ... plus a few members of my family " klaus eyes turned a different shade

" you got a deal ... mikaelson on one condition (y/l) (l/n) a girl im dating stay out of the agreement no one hurts or use her .... especially in a different situation understand " scott flashing his eyes but Elijah and kol sit back when klaus moves forward " i see you embracing your new powers then McCall " as the three stood up " see you at your house then McCall " as the three walked away " text lydia get intel on each of them ... especially the klaus guy i want to know everything understand " scott brushing passed Isaac and mason towards his bike

" what's the deal then stiles ?" Isaac whispering " a new kind of supernatural just popped up and the deal that scott have with klaus guy a whole new shit ..... plus we have more issues do you know what happened to scott "

Isaac signed " i do but i can't tell you here ... not with the girls here it will only hurt (y/n) in this situation " stiles didn't understand what isaac saying till " hey guys you seen scott ?" As all three of you hear scott engine roared you didn't say a word but gaped " so is the deal done or what ?" Isaac said ignoring you are there " what deal ?" Frowning " are you going to tell me what's up with my boyfriend orbdo i have tk demand like a whiney bitch " starring at isaac and stiles " she's your problem... see you at McCall " brushing pass going towards alison and lydia whos already in the car

You waiting for an answer " look (y/n) scott ... his ..his ..his going through changes ... and .. and you need to back off a little and let him breath ... soooo that's all i have to say cause other than that I've got nothing " running to his jeep while malia and liam are in the back seat leaving you with a jackson whittmore " don't look at me sugar his your boyfriend... all i know i would dump McCall ass and move on " jackson walking away

You were confused and angry that you didn't get the answers you're looking for especially when everyone is ignoring you and well giving you short answers " fine I'll find out myself if j have to " stomping on the floor

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Meanwhile back at beacon hills memorial hospital things are weird bodies being dropped off unexplained death toll " okay ... okay .... okay " frantic sheriff slams his phone down while a deputy parrish " soo what are we going to do now FBI is here especially we got ATF who are they anyways " looking at the people in blue jackets questioning doctors and local people around " this is great I've got ATF and FBI on our backs " slaunting on a chair " sheriff please tell me what's going on ?" Melissa McCall was seeing people all round her question after questions and a swat team outside the hospital

Deputy parrish sighed " we've been getting calls of dead bodies everywhere especially drained of blood considering a sycophant or a maniac with a tendency of draining his or her victims " parrish whispering while melissa went pale " you think this is super...supernatural " even in a lower voice " we aren't sure because its all in shambles and we're figuring it out but for now we have to release a statement to the public immediately "

Right on cue derek hale and chris argent walks through the door with a girl in dereks arms " anyone ...anyone ....anyone ... please help her " melissa hurrided to help " whats her condition?" Checking her eyes and pulse " fetch the bed and get her a room now " as the porter removes the girl from derek the group moves outside the room while the others worked on the girl

" explain hale ?" Sheriff standing ready for questions " we were driving back to beacon hills when a black SUV was smashed by a white Sudan van and multiple officers gun down plus two victims dead on the spot except her ... we found her on a fence wounded and terrified " braeden looked round " she kept mumbling and mumbling we weren't sure what she's saying till argent explained " chris was hiding his gun " she said the word vampire " chris didnt even blink while saying it " ive sedated her before we got here she was frantic and didn't calm down only now she's like this but we didn't see any other wounds "

" anything else you found out there ?" Parrish asked " no ... alot of blood on the pavement and the car looked to be an accidental blow but other than that no suspicion " thats when ATF and FBI agent came popping up " look sheriff we get it ... you're new to this but me and my team are here to stay ... unexplained body count plus a whole lot of missing people so ... expect more from us rather than leaving " the blond woman walked away with her assistant while " ATF agent " are you aware of any gun crimes in beacon hills or illegal selling or gun in the last few months sheriff?" Two men ready to write down anything " not that i know of why ?" The man in the blue jacket sighed " did you know in the last 3 months a couple of your police warehouse were targeted for supply of guns and other units " the man was eyeing argent " im legal to have these especially they are licensed officer " argent wasn't to pleasant with the officer " we will be in touch " handing over a little card

" what the hell was that ?" Chris sighed " i dont see ATF or FBI agents here .... if its the body bag and counting thats okay but illegal drugs and weaponry dealing isnt beacon hills " chris sighing " i need to have a look into what Gerrard is doing maybe he has something to do with it " kissing melissa on the forehead before leaving

Derek looking round " anyone heard from scott ?" melissa shakes her head " thought so "

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Evening

" so .... aren't we going to talk about the elephant in the room ..." silence is showing more often " look scott i don't care about the issue you have with (y/n) right now but isaac and theo even liam told you had a deal with three grown up men who .... stiles says know us ... i dont care if you're not ready to talk but we had enough of your pathetic waiting games alright " stiles looking anywhere but at the table

" Jackson knows even derek but we your best friend dont know and you're pushing us away ... we need to if its a threat we can deal but if its your issues than thats find but keeping us in the dark is not okay" kira sounding frustrated " they need to know scott especially alison shes digging on the mikaelson as we speak " isaac grabbing a drink in the fridge

" fine I'll tell you but you might all want to sit down especially you stiles "

( event leading up scott pov

Two weeks ago argent got a intel on this supernatural about werewolves turning into something else more ... powerful

I wanted to check it out so i took the opportunity to call Jackson while he was in london about a group he suggested it was wise to go down to London . So me and derek including isaac went without stiles because i told him to wait here to protect you guys if anything happened he will be there like a heads up . I was calm with it so it wouldn't be a problem ... the plan was we go to london check this intel argent talked about and this group of supernatural . Leading up to the day i had to come up with a excuse to go to london because my mom wouldn't let me go so i had derek come up with an idea that he found something that could help me improve my skills as werewolf in london .

At first my mom had her suspicions but she agreed only and only if i take isaac with me and i agreed the only other person who knows what and where is alison because she was the eyes ans ears of the warehouse

The day before we were about to head to London i had the feeling that something sketchy will happen , i didn't trust this intel that argent had i told isaac he said its fine but yet he too was wary of the information argent got

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" youre telling me that you guys went to london and something bad happened.... what happened that was so bad that neither one of you can talk other than Jackson " lydia slamming her hands down " I'm getting there "

( continue on

The information of a gang outside of London near Lincolnshire of a warehouse an experiment on supernatural.... werewolves to worked on their strengths and skills . We all thought it was that but it wasnt

So when we landed in London it was the evening isaac and i were already wanting to check the intel but alison told us to wait three days then we check it out . Jackson told us of a small group who being turned into more supernatural and that its beginning to be a threat in england and he was ome of the werewolves helping out .

Jackson told us he doesn't know who runs the place nor where argent got the intel from but when argent and alison went to meet his special firend where he got the intel he was murdered

" hold up ... you're telling us that the person who gave argent intel on this was murdered and you didn't come home after that warning " isaac and scott looked at each other " we wanted to know this information if it will help other werewolves and supernatural " isaac simple said

" fine carry on "

( we were supposed to only be in London for 5 days and my mum was being suspicious and i got tongued tied and told her ... she freaked out but she knew argent was with us so she was calmer . The night before the accident we managed to pull surveillance on the warehouse we saw the same people you saw today the three men

One in a suit the other raging blood addiction the other not so much , we thought their not the threat when one of them klaus i belive said the word I'm immortal invincible because not only I'm i a werewolf im a living breathing vampire

We were shocked at the information but at how old he was 1,000 years old walking and breathing in the daylight especially with fangs and werewolves eyes . Beyond that we didn't know what to do with the information but it lead to me getting something argent didnt tell us of his personal plan .

He busted into the warehouse with armed force guns along with alison we didn't know what to do derek was furious on this and couldn't stay put so he tried to rescue argent and alison but it all break loose

Fighting here there blood was spilling they were invincible we trying staking them sliver bulltes wolfband eveything nothing can penetrate him not a scratch we definitely outnumbered until the guy came from behind and bit me on the left arm his companion laughed " no way to treat unwanted guest klaus " the pain from my arm was excruciating it didnt heal either his eyes were different no glowing nothing

He barely left us alive all he said was i like him lets keep him alive

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Nobody said a word after scott recanted the story of the night he got bitten lydia was lost for words " how ... how ... how ... how ?" Lydia expression says alot

" so thats why those men were familiar with you scott because he bite you " liam was shocked stiles didn't know what to say " how can you keep this from me how ?"

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fanficimagery · 5 years

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Imagine Malfoy being lonely on Halloween since you had graduated from Hogwarts.

Prompt courtesy of @spilledcoffeestudios

Author's Note: Voldemort never returned to wreak havoc on our favorite characters.

Draco X Reader

Hogwarts was a bit set in their ways about what holidays they celebrated and which ones they did not. Halloween, for example, was not celebrated as it should have been even though a lot of students had made inquiries about it. The most the Headmaster did was add more floating candles and pumpkins, as well as have the school elves bake up some Halloween treats.

But after putting some pressure on the professors and gathering enough alumni students to help chaperone, Halloween at Hogwarts was about to be one for the books. While those students who still followed old tradition were allowed to give their blessings outside under the careful eye of a Professor or two, the other students were to dress up in whatever silly or student appropriate costumes they had and enjoy a dance in the Great Hall after supper.

Having been informed a couple months prior to Halloween night, a majority of the students are eagerly bouncing in their seats as dinner winds down. You, however, as alumni are standing just outside the Great Hall doors and peeking in to await when dinner is officially over. Then glancing towards the Slytherin table you see him- the him in question being Draco Malfoy.

Though you were a year older, and a Gryffindor of all things, you didn't let petty House rivalries keep you from making friends outside the red and gold. Any and all Slytherins had been a bit tough to befriend, but you eventually wormed your way into the lives of a select few. Over the years, much to the surprise of everyone except his parents, you and Draco became quite close. But then graduation came and went, and while Draco still had one more year at Hogwarts, you had to become an adult nearly over night.

So while you were busy looking for a job and a place to live, you might have neglected Draco a little more than you had ever before. And while the two of you weren't in a romantic relationship, your friendship wasn't exactly platonic either.

Dinner is finally proclaimed over and while many students scramble out of their seats, Slytherin take their time. Many Gryffindors are happy to see you and you greet them back while also encouraging them to go get dressed for the upcoming dance. Then glancing back at the table, you grin at Draco and his morose expression. His elbow is resting atop the table and his chin is resting in his hand. He looks rather bored and not a bit excited for the Halloween dance, and then he looks rather annoyed as Pansy Parkinson pushes her way into the small spot between him and Blaise.

Showtime.

As you walk towards the Slytherin table and then turn to head down the aisle so you'd end up at Draco's back, you wink at every other Slytherin who takes notice of your presence and then stare immediately at Draco who's being pawed at by the one girl who never took no for an answer.

"..but Drakey-"

You wrinkle your nose at Pansy's cooing voice. "Honestly, Parkinson, no means no." Draco's gaze immediately darts to you and his chin leaves the palm of his hand as he sits up straight in surprise. Pansy sneers at your interruption. "I'm gone for a couple of months and you think Draco will be dumb enough to slip his dexterous fingers down your knickers? Get over yourself, Parkinson. You're not that much of a catch."

"Y/N! Blimey it's good to see you." Before Draco can stand from his seat, you find yourself wrapped up in the arms of Theo Nott. Several Slytherin snicker as you have to peer around him since he's so tall and you fondly roll your eyes at Draco who's now grinning. "The girls have gone absolutely barmy now that you're gone. Poor Drake can barely find any time alone. He’s really missed you."

"Buck up, Nott. It won't be long until you're all out and joining me in the real world. Enjoy the barmy girls now because it'll be sad and lonely when you leave here." Squirming out of Theo's hold, you fondly pinch Blaise's cheek who swats at you and then wink at both Greengrass girls who are all too amused at Pansy stewing in anger.

Finally finding her voice, Pansy begrudgingly asks, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to make sure Draco has fun tonight, of course." You smirk at her glowering expression and then turn your attention to Draco as you lower yourself into the spot next to him that had been vacated as you walked up. "I even got us matching outfits for tonight, babe. We're going to have so much fun."

"But you're alumni! It's inappropriate to escort a student to a school function."

"Oh stuff it, Pansy," Millicent Bulstrode grumbles as she passes by. "Draco has been Y/N's for years. You've just been too jealous to accept it."

Numerous Slytherin's explode into laughter as Pansy's shriek of, "I'm not jealous!", and laugh even harder as she flees after Millicent to most likely berate the poor girl in the privacy of their dorms.

"So," Draco drawls as he places an arm around your shoulders and drags you closer to his side, "matching outfits?"

"Don't get your wand in a knot, Malfoy," you grin up at him. "Your mum helped me picked out a muggle suit that you're going to look absolutely dashing in and a masquerade mask."

"Merlin I missed you, witch." Draco presses a kiss to your temple, his lips then moving near your ear. "Hogwarts just isn't the same without you."

"Of course it isn't."

Leaning back, he then asks, "And what will you be wearing?"

"A dress and mask as well."

Blaise groans. "Please tell me this dress has a slit?"

"Hey!"

Blaise grunts and holds the arm Daphne had punched at Draco's exclamation. "What? She's got lovely legs."

Astoria giggles and you shrug. "Well he's not wrong." Draco huffs and you gently elbow him, placing your hand on his knee below the table and squeezing once. "Not only does my dress have a slit, but it's got two! Mrs. Malfoy nearly disapproved until I reminded her that I was no longer a student. Then she got a really devilish smile and piled on a bunch of accessories. It was almost terrifying."

"Almost?" Draco chuckles.

"Yes. Because the dress is slinky with high-riding slits and with a neckline nearly down to my navel and your mother approved it! Your mother, who might I remind you, is very conservative when it comes to dressing young witches."

Blaise snorts. "It's obvious, isn't it? Narcissa is trying to get her son laid."

The table falls silent as Blaise's words sink in and then as every stare is directed towards you and Draco, you can feel your face heating up. Sighing in resignation, you lean into Draco and rest your head on his shoulder. "Your mother is going to be a nightmare." Astoria and Daphne start to giggle, Blaise and Theo following with their deep rumbling laughter. "I hate you all."

"You'll get over it come morning." Draco moves to stand and tugs you up with him. Then without letting go of your hand, something which you encourage by sliding your fingers between his, he leads you out of the Great Hall. "Hurry and get dressed so we can take some pictures for mother. I'm sure she'll want to see her darling witch in whatever risqué costume she chose for you."

"Yes, well, fair warning," you chuckle. "Be sure to keep your eyes on my eyes. The last thing we need is our gits for friends snappin' a pic of you staring at my chest and sending that one to your mum."

"If mother were to receive a picture of me staring at your chest, I'm sure I'd go home after graduation to her planning our wedding."

You scoff. "I doubt you'd have to wait that long. I'm pretty sure your mother has been plotting since you introduced us."

"Well they do say that your mother is always right."

Rolling your eyes, you throw your elbow into Draco's side before unclasping your hands since you were about to head in different directions anyway. "Draco Malfoy, you are not going to let your mother do all the hard work for you. Now go get dressed, while I do the same, and ask me out properly. Maybe then I'll actually let you get a peek at what color my knickers are since you and the boys were always placing bets on them." Draco's jaw drops open and you smirk at him. "Tick tock, Malfoy. The sooner you get dressed and ask me, the sooner the real fun can start."

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