#this was supposed to come out sooner but i got sick earlier this week :') forgive me besties

[changbunnies]

Misbehave, (18+)

♡ Pairing: Boyfriend!Changbin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: smut, pre-established relationship

♡ Word Count: 4k

♡ Summary: Changbin is on tour and misses his pretty girlfriend back home- and what better way to tell her he misses her than to send her a naughty video? 

♡ Smut Warnings: sub!changbin, video recording, nipple play, masturbation, mommy kink (this is self indulgent okay), sex toys, phone sex, it is more than implied that bin has a degradation kink, petnames (baby, bunny, honey)

♡ Notes: so i saw this video of a guy in bunny pajamas jerking off and it gave me SUCH bad binnie brainrot i literally could not stop imagining him in cute pink bunny pajamas recording a video for his gf 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so yeah enjoy this purely self indulgent smut ! and i read a lot of mommy kink fic but this is my first time actually writing it so i'm not super confident its good but i hope it's at least decently enjoyable gfdgdf

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

“Baby! I’m wearing the pajamas you got me, you see?” Changbin smiles, bright and cute, just the way you like it as he looks into his phone's camera. The pajamas are a fluffy, pastel pink full body suit; warm, soft, cozy, with cute lopped bunny ears connected to the hood he has pulled up over his curly hair. You got the pajamas for him because they reminded you of him, you said, and he positively beamed- because you were thinking of him, because you bought him something so adorable, because now he gets to show them off for you.

He didn’t get a chance to wear them before he was getting shipped off on the next plane out of the country, but of course he packed them with him. And now, on a break between shows where he could just relax and take a breath, he decided this was the best time to wear them. But not just wear them- he had to show them to you! And sure, a few pictures would suffice, but isn’t this better? You can fully see how cute he looks in them this way, how the size you picked was just perfect, which he’s sure is because you know him inside and out. 

He takes the soft pink bunny ears connected to the hood in his hands and flops them around, smiling while tilting his head back and forth, playing up his cuteness for the maximum effect. “If you were here, you’d call me cute, right? Your cute baby bunny?” Luckily for Changbin, he’s used to talking to a camera and displaying his cuteness, so recording a video like this for you comes to him naturally. And it’s lucky for you too, since that means your inbox is always full of new videos to get you through the drought until he comes back home.  

Changbin can just imagine how you'd dote on him if you could see him now; you'd kiss his cheeks and nose, you'd ruffle his messy hair, you'd overload him with compliments and sweet words until his face goes pink and dick twitches in his pants. And really, he can't help that his body reacts to you this way- he just loves you so much, he lives for your compliments, and it's not his fault that the sweet, sometimes condescending way you speak them gets him all worked up. And while it's unfortunate he won't be able to get your initial reaction to his cute display in person, his imagination is more than enough fuel to keep him going. 

“There's more I want to show you, you ready?” Changbin says as he starts to scoot away from where he has his phone propped up to record himself. It’s set pretty precariously against the pillows, seemingly on the verge of toppeling at any second, but he doesn’t think about that- his only thought is putting on a show for you. “It’s so soft- but you already know that, honey, you’re the one who picked it out,” he giggles a little to himself, giddy as he once again remembers it's a gift from you (exclamation point: you!), but he forces himself to stay on track before he gets too distracted.

“Since it’s so soft and comfy, I don’t need to wear anything underneath! See?” Changbin takes the zipper in his hand and he intends to pull it down slowly, but well.. he’s excited, and just can’t wait to show you how naked he is underneath the soft fluff of the pajamas you bought him. Sitting on his knees, he pulls the zipper down swiftly; and how quick he pulls it down causes it to get stuck for a moment, but he manages to keep it going smoothly after correcting its course.

If you were here, you’d definitely laugh at him for being so eager- you’d say something mean, but in that sweet, saccharine voice that’d instantly make his face flush pink and dick grow impossibly hard. You’d giggle at him for being pathetic, cock up your eyebrow and tilt your head to the side when he blushes, smirk when you see him twitch and throb and squirm after calling him a slut for always putting himself out on display for you.

The pajamas, big and loose as they are to comfortably fit all of Changbin’s muscle mass, completely hid his erection from view until the zipper was pulled all the way down. His chest, his cute tummy, his leaky cock- you can see it all now. But despite being exposed, he doesn’t take the pajamas off- he keeps the hood pulled up, doesn’t slip his arms out of the sleeves or take his legs out of the pants. He leaves them on for one main reason- because he feels cute in them, and wants you to think he's cute too. 

“When I put them on I started thinking of you,” he says as he shifts into a more comfortable position off of his knees. There’s nothing to prop himself up against at the foot of the bed, so he has to just lean to one side and support himself with a single arm; not ideal, but the headboard has the very important task of keeping his phone upright (with the support of the pillows) and he will not be shifting anything around or starting over.

“A-And I get so hard whenever I think about you because you’re just so- mommy’s so pretty,” he says as his fingers ghost over his muscular chest, tracing the skin before he brushes his thumb over his nipple- the same way you would do it if you were here right now. It’s now that a blush finally rises on his cheeks; and it’s not that he’s embarrassed by doing it infront of a camera or from the image of himself tweaking his nipples reflected back at him, that part doesn’t matter- it’s because he’s sensitive.

His sensitivity to touch, whether yours or his own, is always enough to make his face burn, as it’s always a source of your teasing touches and words. You’ll pinch his sensitive nipples between your fingers while whispering filthy, playful words in his red-tinted ears, softly laughing when he squirms and whines. “I miss you,” he speaks to the camera, biting his lip when he rolls his nipple between his thick fingers, trying not to become too whiny right from the start.

Changbin is sure you’d like it if he was whiny right away, but he has to focus. He knows there’s major appeal in him becoming restless and needy quickly, and he has already shown how eager he is by hastily fumbling with his zipper, but still- he wants this video to last longer than a measly 5 minutes. It takes you longer to cum than him, and he needs to provide a video long enough for you to play with yourself to without having to loop it- that’s his thought process, anyways.

He averts his gaze from his phone setup, opting to look down at himself as he reaches over his chest to give his other nipple equal treatment. "I miss-" he starts to elaborate, but stumbles on his words after giving his nipple a particularly harsh tug. Shit- he has to move on if he wants to stay coherent enough to make a good video for you. Becoming unable to speak in the last few minutes is acceptable, but now, when he's barely even started? No, he has to do better!

So he trails his hand downwards, away from his chest and over his soft stomach as he tries again to let out what he wants to tell you.  “I miss your smile, and- m-miss your kisses, your perfume, your hugs, your-” It’s a habit of Changbin’s to babble in these situations once he starts talking thanks to your influence on him. You like to get him talking when he’s like this- hearing him shyly babble away all the things he thinks you want to hear is easily one of your favorite things about fucking him.

And he obviously knows this, which is why he’s freely speaking every little thing that comes to his mind, knowing that you’ll like it (even if watching it back later will make him feel incredibly embarrassed.) Changbin isn’t shy about many things, but you always effortlessly bring his bashful side out. It’s another one of your favorite things, he knows- reducing your otherwise confident and unashamed boyfriend into an overly talkative, shy mess while his body takes on varying shades of pink and red.

So he does his best to bring himself to that place without your presence, to picture you there in front of him encouraging him to go on, to pretend his hand is yours instead. His string of words is broken by a harsh, shuddery breath when his hand finally reaches his cock. Changbin licks his drying lips and looks back at himself in the camera as he takes his length into his hand, stroking it as slowly as he can stand to.

It's more of a struggle than he'd like to admit- this is the first day he's had enough freetime to touch himself since leaving weeks ago, and his sensitivity, paired with the knowledge that he's recording for you and that you'll see all of this when you wake up in a couple of hours is causing his need to grow at an exponentially faster rate than he was prepared for.

He lets out a hiss when he rubs his thumb over the tip, and he has to make a conscious effort not to squirm or jolt his hips up into his hand too abruptly (both for his own sake, and his phone that isn't entirely stable in its placement.) Changbin's bottom lip quickly grows swollen and red from how frequently he bites at it in a vain effort to contain himself, and while it's more than mildly embarrassing to have such little control over his own body and voice, he knows you'll enjoy watching his failed efforts.

Changbin forces eye contact with the view of himself in his phone, wanting to ensure that it feels like he's looking at you when you inevitably watch it. He observes every detail, does his best to take note of what it is you'll be seeing; he watches the rise and fall of his own chest, how his stomach clenches, how his ever so slightly exposed thighs tense and twitch. You'll like this, right? Will think he's as sexy as he is cute? Will love it so much that you'll rub yourself over your dampening panties, that you'll reward him with a flood of sweet messages to wake up to when its morning for him?

"D-Do I look good like this, mama?" he asks the camera as he speeds up the motion of his hand, "Yes, right? I do? You love this, love me?" He briefly allows his eyes to close, imagining that you're there to answer his desperate questions- 'You look perfect, Binnie, you're amazing, such a good boy for me, I love you.' He can really hear you if he concentrates on the thought, as if you're just in front of him and not thousands of miles away peacefully asleep in bed.

Opening his eyes, Changbin remembers the bunny pajamas aren't the only thing he brought with him that he wanted to show you- he still has another surprise in store that he hopes you'll like to see. Letting go of his cock, he brings himself back to his knees and reaches for something just out of view of the camera- his fleshlight. His phone tilts from the shift in the weight, and Changbin is quick to catch it before it completely topples over.

He offers the camera a shy, somewhat awkward giggle as he puts his phone back in place, making an effort to secure it better this time in the hopes that it won't jostle too much from what he plans to do next. And in trying to get his toy ready quickly, he pours practically his entire travel-sized bottle of lube into it; a waste for sure, but he can always buy more later- getting the show back on track is more important.

Changbin is leaned forward now, face as close to the camera as it was when he was playing with the ears attached to the hood. His face being close again doesn't obscure the view of his body at all though, thanks to the fact that he's leaning at an angle, with one palm flat on the bed to support his weight while the other holds the fleshlight where he wants it. He's a bit nervous for this part, if he's being honest- maintaining eye contact himself while he fucks his toy is something he's never done before, but he wants to do it for you, so you have the best experience possible when he sends the video to you!

Other than briefly looking away to line himself up with the toy in his hand, he looks into the camera the entire time- as he slides inside, as he gasps and moans, as he rolls his hips over and over and over. He wonders if you’ve noticed it was gone; did you open up your shared drawer, pull out the bag containing all your fun little toys to have some fun with yourself, noticing in an instant that he took his own toys with him?

He imagines you did- that you pulled it out, intending to rummage for one of your vibrators and clearly saw it missing. You'd smile when you realized, he thinks, as there's only one reason to take such a thing with him. And you'd think of him the same way he always thinks of you, imagine him there next to you, close your eyes and pretend you're teasing him by making him watch you use a vibrator, not letting him touch you unless he's a good boy and keeps his hands to himself until you cum.

Changbin is always a good boy, even in his imaginary scenarios- he'd never, never do anything against what you tell him. Even when he imagines you touching yourself, when he thinks about what scenarios you'd picture in your mind to get off, he's a good boy who does whatever he's told, watching and waiting patiently for his time to touch you.

The ears on the hood still pulled over his fluffy hair bounce with each movement he makes, and finally he breaks eye contact with his phone, his head falling forward and eyes squeezing shut as his whimpers and moans grow in volume. "F-Feels so good baby, mom-mommy, mama, Binnie feels so- so good," he whines, biting his lip once more as he lifts his head to look at the camera again.

If he wasn't already so far gone, he'd feel bad for his neighbor on the other side of the hotel wall; he knows he's getting loud, but he can't help it. He's fucking his toy, head full of you- of what you'd say to him, how you'd sound with your vibrator pressed to your clit, how you'd expertly time your release with his, how you'd look at him when you cum together. With his eyes squeezed shut, he can perfectly conjure the image of you in his head, vivid and almost real enough to trick his brain into believing you’re together right now.

The way you smile at him always rattles his senses, pretty to an almost ethereal degree, sharply contrasting the dirty words you confidently, unashamedly tell him. And while your voice rings clearly in his head, it’s not really you- it’s just the memory of you; vivid, clear, but not as real as he wants it to be. His imagination helps but it’s still nothing compared to if you were really talking to him, if he could see you when he opens his eyes, if he could reach out and touch you or smell your perfume mixed with arousal.

Changbin just wants you, he misses you so fucking bad. It’s the early hours of the morning where you are, and you’re likely still asleep, but he has to call you, has to hear your voice. He obviously intended to cum on camera for you, and he’ll definitely feel bad about waking you up when he’s back in his right mind, but all he can think about right now is how much he craves you. He reaches for his phone, hastily ending the recording and pulling up your contact, pressing the call button before he can even think to stop himself.

The phone rings for so unbearably long that Changbin expects to hear your voicemail message, but to his surprised relief, you answer; a soft, deep and groggy “hello?” from the other end of the line. “Mommy-” he whines upon hearing your voice, his desperation clear through the speaker pressed to your ear. As if the needy whine wasn't enough of a tell to what he's doing, you can hear the slick, sloppy sounds of what you can only assume to be either his lubed up hand or one of his toys beneath his panting breaths and whimpery moans.

"Binnie," you start, a playful tone emerging in your voice, the haze of sleep melting away in record time in response to hearing your sweet boy playing with himself, "are you being naughty?" He nods quickly before he remembers you can't even see him right now and he needs to provide a verbal answer. "Y-Yeah, I- I was m-making a video for you but I need- need you so bad right now," he answers, his entire body shuddering when he hears you sweetly laugh in response.

"You always make me videos, though," you muse with a smile as you shift in bed, "but I'm guessing this is a naughty video, huh? Is that right, sweet boy?" Changbin whines when you call him that, but quickly affirms the statement with a timid 'yes.' You hum as your smile grows, settling comfortably on your back as you continue to talk to him. "So, what happened? Got so needy while making your slutty little video for me that you couldn't even finish it properly? Had to call mommy and wake her up just so you could finish getting off, is that it?"

He lets out another whine- louder this time, and beneath it another sound becomes obvious to your ears; whatever hotel bed he's on is beginning to creak. It tells you something important- that's he's not just laying on his back and stroking himself, but that he's deliberately fucking whatever it is he's using. And given the growing volume and rapid rate of the creaking, you imagine he's rutting into it pretty desperately.

Oh, what a sight he must be right now- it's a shame he's not recording anymore, because his debauched desperation would reflect beautifully on camera, a perfect image for only your eyes to see. "Are your eyes closed, bunny? Are you imagining me there?" you suddenly ask him and again he answers with an affirmative, albeit timid, whine. Good, you think, you know exactly what to do with this information- a little bit of roleplay is just the thing your sweet boy needs.

"How's my pussy feel, baby? Is it good?" you ask, having to bite your lip to suppress a delighted laugh when he gasps and whimpers. The fact that you're playing into his ongoing mental fantasies and pretending he's fucking you is driving him impossibly close to the edge. "S-So good, mama!" he manages to stutter out, and you can tell his rutting has grown more sporadic, the creaking of the bed far less successive and rhythmic as it was when you first noticed it.

“So wet, always so wet-” he continues, cutting himself off with a particularly loud whimper. In true ‘good boy’ fashion, Changbin intended to babble away all his thoughts and the things he knew you’d want to hear him say, but he has himself so high strung and taut that all he can do now is spill noise after noise from his harshly bitten lips. He wishes he wasn’t so close, if only so you could hear your voice for a little longer, but he can’t delay it much more than he already has. And the poor boy, he tries to ask for permission, or at least warn you it’s coming, but all that comes out are broken syllables between all his panting and crying.

It’s obvious he’s close without him even having to say it, and while your bunny appreciates a mean streak when it comes from you, you can tell he needs this and you’re not going to punish him for struggling to ask for permission. Instead, you’ll sweetly encourage him along; because another thing about Changbin is that he hates being bad, even when it’s by accident. “Gonna fill me up, sweet boy? Fill mommy’s pussy with your cum?” you ask, ensuring he knows it’s more than okay, that you want him to cum for you.

Changbin’s eyes roll back the instant the words leave your mouth, his cum spurting into the toy as a string of broken cries leave him in quick succession. He collapses to the bed with exhaustion when he’s finally done, his chest heaving as he tries to calm his racing heart and get his breathing back under control. He’s impossibly hot, from equal parts the pajamas and how worked up he got, his face red hot and his hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, eyes still closed while his brain tries to reboot itself and get back to normal function.

“Shit-” he suddenly scrambles back up, pressing the phone back up to his ear, “I’m so sorry, you were sleeping, it’s still early there and I called you anyways, oh my god-” Your giggle cuts off his string of apologies, and while he’s still impossibly sorry for waking you up just because he was horny, he is relieved you’re not mad at him. “It’s okay Bin, it was better than waking up to my alarm clock, that’s for sure,” you muse with a smile; could you have gotten an extra hour or two of sleep? Of course, but is this better? Absolutely.

“I love you, you know that? I love you so fucking much,” Changbin says and you giggle again before you reply. “I love you too, so don’t forget to send me that video! And clean yourself up, bunny, I know you’re a mess right now. I’ll stay on the phone with you, okay?” “Yeah? You will?” he smiles as he complies, carefully rising from the bed to get himself and his toy clean. “Mhm, it’s starting to get late for you, right? I’ll stay until you sleep,” you tell him, and oh, does that make him ecstatic.

He sends you the video before he forgets, and you talk about mundane things while he takes care of all the tasks he needs to get done to sleep. You’re talking about little things like what you plan to eat for breakfast, what you have to do at work today, what friends you’re going to meet for lunch- and Changbin soaks it all up happily, sighing contentedly as he lies back in his hotel bed, curled up with your soft voice to lull him comfortably to sleep. You don’t stop until you hear his soft snores and measured breaths, whispering to him a ‘good night’ and ‘I love you’ that he can no longer hear, but you have to say regardless. 

Ending the call, you still have an hour left before you have to start your day in earnest, with a video in your inbox from your sweet boy just waiting to be watched and played to. You smile as you set your laptop at the foot of the bed and click open his video along with your camera, rays of sunshine just beginning to illuminate your room through the curtains, setting a beautiful backdrop as you set yourself up to return your sweet boyfriend’s favor.

#this was supposed to come out sooner but i got sick earlier this week :') forgive me besties #skz x reader #changbin x reader #skz smut #changbin smut #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz fanfic #sub!skz #mdni + divider graphic credit: @cafekitsune

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the Original Vampire | Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!reader

Requested by @nalledimessi​ / Summary: You finally tell the truth to your supernatural killing brothers; you’re dating the Original vampire Elijah Mikaelson. 

A/N: I’m so sorry for the wait, had some things come up at home. I hope you enjoy!! xx 

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“What is your story?” Elijah asked as his fingers ran up and down your arm. You were laying on his chest between the sheets of his bed. 

You hummed as you stared up to him with a soft smile, your index finger caressing his cheek, “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” You whispered against his lips. 

He chuckles, pulling you closer against his chest, “That’s such a cliche.” 

You sat up next him, holding the sheet against your chest, “If I did tell you, you’d never forgive me.. You wouldn’t look at me the same.” 

He furrows his eyebrows as he stares at you, “It can’t be that bad.” He sits up and leans back against the headboard and reaches for your hand, but you pull away, tears already forming. 

“I should go.” 

Elijah is confused with the change of emotion in you. The two of you had been dating for close to three months now. He’d met you in a bar located in the French Quarter and the two of you had been inseparable since. 

You hated lying to him like this. You knew his secret; He was a vampire, an original vampire. The same one you and your brothers were hunting at the moment. You, Dean and Sam had drove down to New Orleans after hearing word vampires were taking over the French Quarter. So far during the two months, you’d killed 2 vampires and were no closer to killing the original vampires. Thanks to you. You’d kept your brothers away this long, sending them in the opposite direction. 

You were really going to kill Elijah that night you met him. That was your plan but he’d shown you a side of him, the good side that you couldn’t believe he was this evil vampire everyone spoke about. 

“You don’t have to go so soon.” He reaches for your arm, stopping you, “What is bothering you?” 

You shook your head, slipping your arm from his grasp, “It’d be better to be kept a secret.” You gave him a begging look, “Please just let this go.” 

He gives you a nod and waves his hand toward the door, “Then go.” 

You silently thanked him and hurried to get dressed.

“Will you still come to the party this evening? You are my date.” He asks, getting dressed himself. 

Shit. You’d completely forgot about the party tonight. You wondered if you could get passed your brothers tonight to attend. “Yes, I’ll be there.” 

Elijah came to your side after you’d completely dressed and put his hand on your cheek, “You can tell me anything.” 

“Not this.” 

~ 

“Where the hell have you been?” Dean stood from his seat at the table, anger written all over his face. 

You shrugged him off, tossing your jacket on the bed, “I was following a lead.” 

“We were worried sick.” Sam closes his laptop in front of him, “We tried calling and you didn’t answer.” 

“Sorry.” You mumble, sitting on the bed to slip your shoes off, “Phone died.” 

“Well, we got a good lead.” Dean tosses the paper next to you, “Hope you brought a fancy dress with you.” 

You picked up the piece of paper and read it over. 

“Cause we’re going to a party tonight.” Dean smirks. 

It was a poster for the same party you’d be attending tonight with Elijah. The same party that the Mikaelson’s were throwing at their home. Oh this wasn’t good at all. 

“Go get ready. We leave in an hour.” Sam orders. 

“We can’t go to this party.” You stand and look between the both of them, “We’d be walking straight to our death.” There would be multiple vampires there, you just knew it. 

Dean waves you off, “I think we’ll be fine.” 

“No, I don’t think you guys understand.” 

They have a look of confusion on their face, “Please. Elaborate.” 

“Yes please, elaborate, little sister.” Dean huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Never mind.” You shook your head, “forget I said anything.” You head for the bathroom but Sam stops you, “Is there something you know that we dont?”

You shook your head, “No.” 

“You wouldn’t lie to us, would you?” Dean asks, skeptical. 

“Fuck you, Dean.” Looking between the two, “I’m going to get ready.” 

~ 

Sam and Dean made sure you were packing heat underneath your dress. Mostly wooden bullet filled guns and a couple wooden stakes in case you were to run into a vampire. How were you supposed to walk in there and not be spotted by Elijah? it was his family’s party and he’d be expecting you, looking for you in the crowd. 

You knew as soon as Sam and Dean laid eyes on one of the Mikaelson’s, they’d be dead. Oh god, what did you get yourself into? 

You followed behind the two brothers, sick to your stomach. You just had a feeling this night wouldn’t end well. “Should we get a drink first?” You suggested. 

Dean nods, “I could use a drink.” He lead the two of you toward the bar and was preoccupied by ordering, giving you time to look over the place. You spotted him instantly at the balcony above the courtyard. He hadn’t noticed you just yet. 

“Going to find a bathroom.” you said to Sam, who gave a nod, “Be careful.” His attention was then back toward the bar.

You quickly slipped through the crowd, looking back up where you’d spotted Elijah. He was already looking down at you with a smile. You returned the smile and headed up the stairs toward him. 

“You look stunning.” He compliments, leaning in for a kiss, but you’ve grabbed his arm and lead him toward his bedroom, “This morning wasn’t enough for you?” 

“We need to talk.” You quickly turned around to shut the french doors behind you. “I don’t have time but you and your family are in trouble.” 

“In trouble? What the hell is going on?” 

You glanced back at the door, Sam and Dean would be looking for you soon, “Elijah..” 

“Tell me why my family is in trouble.” He growled, becoming protective of his family and taking a step toward you. 

“I’m not who you think I am.” 

“Then tell me who you are.” He didn’t know if he could harm you if it came down to it. His heart was yours and the thought of harming you in anyway, made him sick. “I told you earlier, you can tell me anything, my love.” He gently caresses your cheek with his knuckles, “Who are you?” 

Your eyes became glossy as you stared up at him, “We.. me and my brothers are hunters. We hunt the supernatural and we got word of vampires taking over the French Quarter. The night we met, I was going to kill you but you showed such.. such a different side of what I thought vampires were. You showed me compassion and kindness.” You let out a soft sob, “I fell for you, Elijah and I couldn’t do it. I’ve tried to push them in the opposite direction from you and your family, but they saw the poster and they’re here.” 

He couldn’t help but grow angry at what you’d just told him. You lied to him, betrayed him. “you lied to me.” He took a step away from you. 

“Elijah please.. I wanted to tell you.” You begged, “I wanted to tell you so many times but I just didn’t know how.” 

“You betrayed me. Me and my family. We opened our home to you! We trusted you.” 

“Elijah, please. You have to know keeping you and your family safe was my main priority. I’ve kept them in the opposite direction so they wouldn’t find you. I’ve been feeding them the wrong information for weeks.” 

“Why not tell me the truth? Why lie to me?” 

“Because if you knew the truth you would have killed them.. or killed me. I couldn’t risk my family getting hurt either. But I wanted to protect both your family and mine.”

“So they are here now to kill my family? You brought them here?” 

You shook your head, “I would never. They saw the posters Rebekah put up this morning about the party.” 

“I wish you would have told me the truth sooner.” Pulling out the phone he starts to dial Klaus’ number to warn him. 

“Elijah I’m so sorry.” You let out a soft sob and hung your head. 

“Shh shh..” He gathers you in his free arm. He could see the hurt on your face and deep down he knew if you’d wanted to kill him, you’d done it already. “It’s alright.” He kisses the top of your head. 

“Niklaus-” He started but was interrupted as Sam and Dean bursted into the room, guns drawn, “get away from her!” 

Elijah went into protective mode, pushing your body behind is. 

“No-” You tried to interject, but it was too late. Sam pulled the trigger and the wooden bullet went straight through Elijah’s heart. You watched as he landed on his back with a thump, his body going grey with death.  

“No!” You cried out, “No! What did you do?!” You dropped to your knees next to Elijah, “No No no..” You gripped his hand in yours, laying your head on his chest and sobbed. This is what you’d tried to protect him from but you’d failed. You failed him. 

“Get away from him, y/n!” Dean ordered. 

“What the hell are you doing!” Sam went to grab you by the arms but you shook him off, falling back at Elijah’s side, “You killed him!” 

“Yeah I did!” Sam yells back, “That was the damn plan!” 

“What the hell is your problem?” Dean asks, reaching for you. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Your hands gripped Elijah’s shirt, your head going to his chest, “I’m so sorry.. I’m so sorry Elijah.” 

Dean and Sam had no idea what was going on and were confused with your outburst. Why were you crying over this mans, not man but vampire’s body? You’d think they’d killed the love of your life. 

“Oh my god.” Sam is the first to realize it, but Dean lags behind, “What?” 

Elijah gasps as he comes back to life, your name the first thing on his lips, “y/n” 

Your hands went to his face as the grey disappeared, “oh Elijah.. what is.. you’re alive?” Your hand went to his heart. The wound was still opened. 

He growls in pain as he pulls the bullet from his chest, examining it, “It’s not white oak.” Tossing it away from him, the wound healing, “You can’t kill an original vampire without white oak.” 

Sam and Dean are flabbergasted, that was not in any of their books. “You’re alive.” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him, “I thought I lost you.” 

“Shh.. it’s alright my love.” He wipes a tear from your cheek, “I’m alright.” 

“What in the hell is going on?” Dean is still not caught up. 

“You’ve been screwing with our investigation this whole time, haven’t you?” Sam asked as he put the gun back in his holster, “Leading us in the wrong direction?” 

Elijah slowly pulled himself off the ground and helped you to your feet, “I love him, Sam.” 

“you gotta be fucking kidding me.” Dean growls, “you in love with a vampire?!” 

You flinched at his outburst. Elijah’s arm protectively wraps around you, “He’s been nothing but compassionate and kind.. He’s not like the stories dad would tell you. He’s a good man and yeah I love him.” 

Dean starts toward you but Sam grabs him by the shoulder, “Don’t Dean.” 

“You’re not on her side.” Dean looks at Sam in disbelief, “You can’t be okay with our little sister being in love with a vampire!” 

“She loves him, Dean, what the hell are we supposed to do?! We kill him, she’d never forgive us.” Sam looks at Elijah, “You love her?” 

Elijah looks down at you with such admiration and wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “With everything I have.” 

Sam takes a step toward Elijah, giving him a warning point of his finger, “If.. If one hair on her head is ever injured because of you, mark my words, the next bullet that goes through you will not be wood. It will be white oak.” 

Dean can’t believe his eyes. His little sister in love with an original vampire and his brother just going along with it. Saying it’s okay. Deep down he knew Sam was right; if they were to kill him, you’d never forgive them and they would lose another family member. You and Sam were all Dean had left and he couldn’t lose either of you. He steps up beside Sam, “That warning comes from me too.” That was his way of giving you his approval. 

Stepping away you gather Dean in a hug. His body stiffens at the affection but he returns the hug, “Thank you.” 

“I’ll kill him y/n. I’ll kill him if he hurts you.” He whispers to you. 

You nodded, “I know.” You give him a soft smile and then turn to Sam, giving him a hug. 

“We’re going to head back to Kansas. I assume you’re staying here?” Sam asks. 

You nod and return to Elijah’s side, “I’m staying here.” 

Elijah holds his hand out toward Sam, “If you two ever need help on a hunt, I’m willing to lend a hand.” 

“We won’t need it.” Dean grumbles as Sam shakes his hand and thanks him for the offer. 

Dean doesn’t shake his hand right away and Sam nudges him, “Fine, whatever.” He huffs with a shake of Elijah’s hand. 

Sam and Dean returned to Kansas to find another case while you stayed with Elijah in New Orleans. It felt like a cloud had been lifted from your shoulders. No more lying to Elijah or your brothers; Everything was out in the open and you’d had their approval which made it even better. 

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Summary: [Y/N] has been living in Westview for more almost a month now and yet to properly put down roots. What they hadn’t been expecting was to work so much, have unpacking be so hard, and for a new couple to move in the other house for sale, directly across the street.

Word count: 8,425

Warnings: Sit down and grab a snack because this one’s a bit long! Otherwise nothing, really. Maybe second-hand embarrassment caused by a thirsty Reader.

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    Ever since you left both home and family behind some years ago, you’ve always felt a little out of place in the world. It was a hard time for you, leaving everything you knew behind and instead branching out and trying to find your place in the world. Actually, not only was it a difficult time in your life, but a confusing one; when you attempted to reflect on those memories, all you get is a head of foggy feelings, including a particularly sick sensation that leaves you out of commission for the rest of the day if you’re not careful.

    When you settled in Westview, it was like a breath of fresh air. Finding a home in a nice neighborhood was easy and the moving was done in a pinch thanks to a local moving company helping you get the boxes to your door, though you couldn’t afford to pay for them to do more. You were even lucky enough to find a street with not one but two open houses to pick from; you chose the smaller, more modest abode, as you had no family in town and no intention of getting married or starting a family any time soon. Despite this lack of them nearby and generally solid memories, though, you knew you had a good relationship with your family because as soon as you found a place, you were receiving housewarming gifts and postcards and letters from not only your family but close and extended relatives alike. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for your new house’s already installed fridge to be covered in pamphlet-worthy pictures of places across the nation and kind words from your mother, grandmother, and cousins. 

    There was still unpacking, now of both the furniture and gift variety, that needed to be done before anything else. Then there was the question of a proper source of income—while the money you received from your relatives would cover a month or two while you got yourself settled, you suspected there wasn’t going to be anything else for a long while and, either way, you wanted to be able to fend for yourself. Finally, after the necessities were dealt with, there was the matter of making your house and the neighborhood your home and by making some connections; while you were perfectly content living alone, it would be nice to not feel like such an outsider, to have friends to go out on the town with or take the occasional trip with on the weekends. These were normal goals, you figured, and, with as easy everything else has been so far, they should be simple enough to complete.

    Right?

    Well, at least getting a job was easy enough, you thought as you sat on the stack of boxes that, over the last month, had become a chair by the door that you used to pull on your shoes before work, as you were doing now. It also functioned as a coat and hat rack, as proven by your growing collection of jackets and headwear piled on it, and the occasional bookshelf after a trip to the local library. It used to be a place to hold your keys but you have yet to make that mistake again after sitting down one day and getting a sharp jab to the backside. 

    You were right that getting a job was easy enough—you received a callback for a secretary job at a computational services company only after a week of job searching—but you had yet to follow through with your other aspirations. It’s not like you haven’t tried, but when it came to unpacking, your job left you with very little energy to do much other than collapse on a couch-shaped collection of boxes when you get home and only a semi-decently decorated bedroom to show for your work. In terms of bonding with the locals and making some friends, let’s just say that Dottie is convinced you purposely spilled red wine on her perfect white parlor gown—who wears white when drinking red wine?—and now all you received from the neighborhood husbands were side-eyes and grumbling after telling them you found their attempts at humor in poor taste. At least you’d managed to charm your boss and his wife when they came over for dinner and now Mr. and Mrs. Hart invited you over for the occasional drink and gossip; Agnes, a woman from across the street and down a house, was also among your few successes, and she was a hoot to be around in a big sister or wine aunt type of way, despite her loudness. 

    Speaking of which—

    “Hey, [Y/N],” Agnes hollered from somewhere outside, “haven’t seen you out of the house yet! Better hurry up, the streets are antsville today! Or, at least, you could come with me to say welcome the other new neighbors!”

    Agnes came knocking on your door the same day you moved in and since then, she’s apparently committed your daily schedule to memory because if you’re not heading to work right on time, you get a holler from across the— Wait. New neighbors? You hopped up from your boxy perch after making sure your shoes were secure and peeked out the nearest window. Sure enough, the other house that you had considered moving into, the one immediately across the street from your own, no longer had a FOR SALE sign stuck in its yard and the yard and curtains appeared to have been decorated. Your heart lept into your throat as you wondered when that had happened; you desperately hoped that it hadn’t happened too long ago because you’ve been on a work rampage for the past few days and haven’t noticed much else. Yet another thing you haven’t done correctly. 

Agnes was also by the front yard, leaning against the fence and chatting with the mailman as he walked by. After he passed, she looked up and caught your eye, grinned, and waved. “Come on, [Y/N], no time like the present!”

You wanted to join her and introduce yourself to the new neighbors, you really did. Unfortunately, you would definitely get to work late if you didn’t get a move on, especially if the streets were as crowded as Agnes mentioned them to be, and you definitely didn’t want to greet the neighbors without a housewarming gift in hand. Perhaps you could stop by a shop on the way home and pick up a plant or a pie and welcome them this evening.

“Now, don’t flip your lid, Agnes,” you teased back with a smile as you walked outside. This response earned you a mock scowl, then Agnes’s smile again; you walked over to your vehicle and tossed your bag into the passenger’s seat. “I wish I could join you but you caught me; I am in fact looking to wind up late and I’ll be cruisin’ for a bruisin’ if I don’t leave now. I’ll try to stop by after work!” 

“Well alright then,” came Agnes’s reply, while you hopped into the driver’s seat and started your chariot up. “I’ll tell them you say hi. Congrats on no longer being the new guy!”

Too bad I still feel like the new guy, you mentally grumbled, rapping your fingers on the steering wheel. You took a breath, checked that your hair was in place and your shirt wasn’t wrinkled in the mirror and headed on your way.

“Oh, hello dear; I’m Agnes, your neighbor to the right! My right, not yours. Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the neighborhood. My mother-in-law was in town, so I wasn’t.”

Wanda watched the woman on her doorstep, visibly a bit perplexed but smiling either way. She was confused about what special event she and her husband were supposed to be celebrating tonight after seeing a heart on the calendar but now that she had an unknown woman—no, not unknown; one of her neighbors—here, Wanda couldn’t possibly be a bad hostess and turn her away. 

Not that the woman, Agnes, would have let her do so anyway. She shoved the plant she was holding into Wanda’s arms and walked inside, talking without giving Wanda any space to chime in. “So, what’s your name, where’re you from, and most importantly, how’s your bridge game, hon?”

Wanda quickly shut the door and trotted after the woman. She was newly stressed over the unknown event but now also giddy; this was the first neighborly welcome of many, she was sure of it! She reached Agnes’s side and stretched out a hand with a big smile. “I’m Wanda.”

“Wanda,” Anges repeated as if to see how the same felt on her tongue, before taking Wanda’s hand in a solid shake, “Charmed.” She paused, glancing around the house—Wanda felt an odd pang of anxiety—then continued, “Gol-ly, you settled in fast! Did you use a moving company?”

Wanda struggled momentarily for an answer. Of course, she didn’t; she’d used her powers to unpack and decorate quickly, but she couldn’t say that to this stranger. She decided to go with an affirmative answer as it was the easiest route. She went to reply—

“If you did,” Agnes went on, “I should get the name from you. Our other new neighbor across the way still has a house full of boxes!”

Wanda blinked, her head tilting to one side out of curiosity. “Other new neighbor?”

“Why the house directly to your front!” Without waiting, the other woman walked to the front window and yanked back the curtains; she gestured to the house in question. “[Y/N]. They live on their own, you see, and probably could have done well with the help. Actually, they were going to stop by with me but they were running late for work. I told them I’d tell you hi for them—Hi for them!”

The loud car Wanda had heard a few minutes earlier must have been this other neighbor rushing off to work. It was nice to know that even though it hadn’t happened, there had almost been a party of two to welcome her and her husband to the street; it’s too bad that he had left for his own job only a while earlier.

Wanda made her way over to the window as well and took a look. It was more modest in size and build than Wanda’s own home, much more suited to house a single person. Despite Agnes’s claim of them having not unpacked, a few lawn decorations were set up and a pair of [F/C] curtains hung neatly framing the home’s front window. Wanda could make out various boxes leaning up against the window, evidence to Agnes’s statement, but otherwise, the place seemed well-kept. The yard was taken care of, though Wanda wondered if it was because the person had moved in just as recently as she and her husband did or if they just enjoyed garden work.

Apparently, she’d wondered this aloud because Agnes responded, “They’ve been here for about a month, just been too busy making a good impression at work and making a fool out of themselves to the other neighbors to make their house a little more homely. Poor thing’s a darling but struggling in the social department.”

Wanda continued to watch the house as if this other, slightly older newcomer was about to drive back up the street to home. Consider her interest piqued. Wanda wanted to know more about [Y/N], all of her neighbors really, but more importantly, why there had been multiple houses open and if it was common. She hoped this neighborhood was as friendly as it seemed and that it wasn’t danger or unkindness that had made multiple people move out. She opened her mouth to ask—

However, Agnes had moved on to a different subject, as well as a different part of the house. “So what’s a single gal like you doing rattling around this big house?”

“Oh no,” Wanda, sighing softly, switched gears with her and replied, “I’m not single.”

You gulped down a gasp of air as you tumbled out of the elevator of Computational Services Inc, which earned you a few odd looks from unknown coworkers passing by. You’d bumped into one of them while skidding to a halt and you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks and ears and you stepped away, apologizing profusely. You tried to reach your desk in a quick but professional manner, only stopping briefly to make sure your clothes and hair were still in order in the reflection of an office window. As you got closer to your desk, a small thing in an area separated from other employees, you heard the comforting sounds of typing and radio music. You got to your desk, pulled out your chair, sat your bag down, and began to sit, only for a voice to catch your attention.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. Would you be so good as to tell me what exactly we do here?”

A British accent? Not something you hear every day around here. You pushed your chair back into place to prevent another worker from bumping into it and walked over to peer around the corner. You recognized Norm, a kind and well-mannered employee that filled out computational forms in this section of the building, standing and chatting with a taller, paler, glasses-wearing man that you didn’t know.

The British voice spoke again and now, at least, you could put the voice to a face. “Do we make something?”

The British gentleman was very tall indeed and quite handsome. He had light wavy hair in a side part, with a sliver’s worth that looked like it could fall into his eyes at any moment; you felt the strange urge to push it back before the idea of running your hands through a stranger’s hair made you blush again. His suit fit his lanky body well, though you’d expect nothing less as Mr. Hart was very strict about his workers’ appearance. His tie was interesting, a dark color with a simple, lighter print of four spots, two larger ones encased in a rectangle, and his glasses framed his curiosity-ridden face very well. Above his lovely-looking, light-colored eyes, his brows were furrowed as he looked animatedly around, as though his workplace was a puzzle he was trying to solve. You noticed he talked with his hands quite a bit and you also noticed that his large, long-fingered hands seemed slightly out of place compared to the rest of his body. They seemed like nice hands, though, and they probably did their job well.

Goodness, [Y/N], now you’re just being ridiculous. You squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your head against the wall you were hiding around. No, not hiding, because that would make your creeping seem even more bizarre. Definitely not creeping. Investigating.

You shook your head to refocus and looked towards the men, listening again. He is a bit of a dreamboat, isn’t he though?

Norm was answering the man. “No and no.”

“Then what is the purpose of this company?” the stranger continued.

“All I know,” Norm replied with a smile, “is since you’ve gotten here, productivity has gone up three hundred percent!”

Three hundred? That was a startling thought, almost enough to give you a headache. So you’re the reason I’ve had more files on my desk.

The stranger picked up one of said files and flipped through it. “Yes, but what is it that we’re producing?” 

He’s quite interested in figuring out the answer to that question, isn’t he? You felt another pang in your temple. How strange.

Your brows knitted together as you, curious, leaned into the pain a bit. The pain seemed to follow the British employee’s questioning, so you focused on it.

What did they do here anyway?

The harmless pangs quickly turned into a full-blown migraine, similar to what would happen if you thought too hard about your past. You grimaced in pain and reached for your head, only to lose your balance completely and fall forward, into the room you were observing. You hissed as your knees hit solid ground and you braced yourself with one hand while the other gripped the hair closest to your temple. You tried to look around for something else to focus on but your vision was blurry and you couldn’t tell if you were even moving your head.

Then there was shouting, which didn’t help the throbbing pain at all, and you felt what seemed like a hundred pairs of hands grasping at you. You couldn’t understand the yelling other than recognizing the voices as male; you tried to tell them you were alright, shake the hands off and get yourself some space, but nothing in your body seemed to be working quite right. Because of this, the voices and the various hands—or was there just two hands?—didn’t know what you wanted and instead of space, they crowded you. You felt grips on your shoulders and arms, even on your back— Then you were being lifted. Completely off the ground or only to your feet, you couldn’t tell.

Then the hands—only one on your back and another pair holding your arm now—guided you to a place where you could properly sit.

It was quieter now and you could feel the floor beneath your feet and an office chair holding your weight. You realized your eyes were closed so you opened them and you found your vision beginning to refocus. You looked around. 

“Goodness, are you alright?”

You could feel how red your face was—it was probably bright enough to be used as a neon stop sign—when you found yourself staring into a man’s torso. A torso that was quite close. You looked up and directly into the face of the British man, who no longer looked troubled by curiosity but rather quite concerned by you. 

Oh, yes, definitely a dreamboat, you thought without really meaning to.

Then Norm came rushing over, a cup in hand. “[Y/N], are you alright?”

“[Y/N],” the stranger repeated. He took the water cup from Norm, who hovered nearby, and squatted down to be at eye level with you. 

You wouldn’t mind hearing him say your name again.

Good Lord, stop it, you almost passed out!

“That is my name,” you managed. You even managed a definitely awkward smile, a couple of seconds of definitely awkward eye contact.

“Here, you should drink this.” He offered you the cup and once you took it, he pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re burning up!”

I would imagine so, with how I feel. You sipped the water. Maybe you didn’t look as bad as you thought you did.

“Looks like you’re about to throw up too,” Norm very helpfully added.

Thank you for the commentary, Norm.

“[Y/N],” the other employee said, drawing your scowling gaze back from Norm, “do you have someone you could call? You look ill; perhaps it would serve you well to go home.”

“I’m fine,” you assured him. He did not look convinced but you pushed on, whipping up a quick white lie to cover up your jarring headache. “I didn’t eat this morning and I rushed to work to escape the antsville. I must have gotten overheated on the way and I’m sure an empty stomach helped that. Sorry for worrying—”

“What is going on out here?”

You both jumped to your feet; you moved too fast for having just recovered and stumbled but luckily both Norm and his colleague caught you and straightened you up before you fell over. No one wanted to be seen out of place by the boss and you were currently both out of place and sorts. Even though you knew Mr. Hart already saw you—hell, he was standing directly in front of you three—you glanced around for a place to hide. Instead, you saw files and papers scattered across the floor, the result of your migraine-induced fumbling. You groaned and dropped your head into your hands. 

“Well?”

There was a moment of silence. You felt Norm take a step away from you and you expected the other man to do so as well. He didn’t but you raised your head and squared your shoulders, preparing for the worst.

“Sir—” you started.

“Sir,” the British gentleman interrupted, taking a step forward. “[Y/N] here was walking back to their desk and tripped, and in my haste to help them, I knocked over a pile of files on my desk. I apologize for the racket and the mess I’ve caused; I’ll deal with it right away.”

Mr. Hart looked from him to you to Norm, who was quaking in his nice shoes, then back. There were yet a few more moments of quiet before he spoke again. “Vision.”

Vision?

“Yes, Sir.” 

You glanced at the man to your right. Vision. What an interesting name for an interesting person.

“You better hope dinner tonight goes well after this charade,” Mr. Hart barked. “This better be cleaned up by the next time I come out here.”

Rather than looking upset or stressed, Vision looked relieved. He made a heart with his hands and muttered, “Mr. Hart. Of course…”

“And you,” the boss’s glare now settled on your face. “You were late this morning. In my office. Now.”

“Dammit,” you muttered after Mr. Hart had turned his back. 

“Sorry, don’t think I can help you that one,” Vision chimed in. He was rubbing the back of his head and squinting at Mr. Hart’s back. “You’ll be alright?”

“Promise, it was just a bit of the spins.” You gave him a friendly pat on the arm and made your way to hopefully not get fired. “Nice meeting you!”

“You as well, despite the unfortunate circumstances. Good luck!”

    Mr. Hart was waiting for you by his desk when he entered. He gestured for you to shut the door before he sat and as you did, you saw Vision beginning to clean up your mess before the phone on his desk started ringing.

    “Ugh, I’m exhausted.” You were exiting a shop downtown, squinting against the light of the setting sun. You held the door open with a toe of one shoe while you adjusted the bags on your arms, then moved around to properly hold the door for Agnes, who strolled out after you. “Hart was an absolute villain today! Barks at me for coming in late and not getting work done but then does it for an hour! Well now who’s keeping me? Then this British gent—I swear I’ve never seen him before but he’s apparently the cause of my last few busy work days!”

    “The looker?”

    You blushed a bit; Agnes will never you live it down now that you’ve slipped up and said you’d found the man attractive. “I may have mentioned that earlier—but I digress! As charming as the man was, helping me out even after I knocked over a bunch of his things, he’s still a powerhouse of an employee. Tripled my load of work with his own; now I get what Norm meant when he said productivity has gone up by three times! Imagine, being yelled at by my boss—who was one of the few well-off relationships I’ve had since moving to town—for an hour, and then, when you finally get back to business, your desk is buried in files! I’m barely breathing at this point! Ain’t that just a bite.”

    “Who’s flipped their lid now?” Agnes said with a cheeky grin. You responded with a tired glare and she scoffed. She moved her own bags to one arm so she could give your shoulder a good pat. “Just teasing you, dear! We can’t all be superhuman, unfortunately. Although you’re damn near close; thank you for helping me home, by the way. Ralph had a last-minute “meeting” with some “coworkers” tonight and I’m helping out our new neighbor plan a very important date!”

    That’s right, you had a new neighbor across the street. You’d almost forgotten. You knew there was a reason you’d felt the urge to pick up a small houseplant on your way through the checkout.

    “You have the mouth of a sailor, ‘Nes,” you quipped, cracking a grin.

    “And a drinking tolerance that would put any soldier to shame!” Agnes agreed with a short laugh. After a quick pause, she added, “It’s not like I said ‘fuck.’”

    That time both of you laughed and for the first time since your disastrous day, you felt yourself relax. After bringing up sailors and soldiers, Agnes lept into one of her half-complaint, half-stories about how, one time, her husband Ralph got drunk and tried to fight an entire bar—“Everything including the stools!” While she talked and you escorted her to your car, your mind wandered, curiosity about your new neighbors piqued again. You reached the sidewalk’s curb and helped Agnes stepped down, then opened the vehicle’s passenger door and took her bags. 

    Instead of sliding inside, Agnes watched you as you moved around to the other side of the car and put the bags in the backseat. “You’re a bit of a flutter bum yourself, dear. Look at those manners; you’ve been out and about all day and still came to help me with the groceries! And that voice! Absolute apple butter sometimes, when you want it to be. I’m surprised you aren’t already circled with a couple of children along the way!”

    You snorted as you opened your door and slid behind the wheel. “Just not in my plan, I suppose.” You gestured for her to join you in the car and started it up when she did so. “You didn’t see me today either. Creeping around corners, then these annoying headaches got to me and I was stumbling around knocking down everything! Not to mention the new guy, sweet as pie, saw me do all this and go absolutely red just from looking at him. Sweating, cottonmouth, everything. I must have seemed bonkers! It was awful.”

    Agnes offered, “I’m sure it wasn’t as bad as you think.”

    “I’m sure if he ever sees me again, he’s going to turn heel and walk in the opposite direction,” you stated. Then you shifted into gear, pulled away from the sidewalk, and turned towards home.

    You were in the one room in your house that wasn’t a part of the United Boxes, your bedroom, standing in front of one of the few pieces of furniture you’d managed to unpack since moving in. You fussed over your reflection in the mirror, pushing your damp hair from one side to the other, adjusting your tie one moment then readjusting it the next, holding up various hats and cardigans.

Your casual wardrobe was much more unique than the business attire you kept for work, which was generally neutral in both color and style. Tonight, you wore a collared button-up in a bright pattern of your favorite color paired with a tie that was darker in shade but equally bright in color, and you were debating between various cardigans in complementary colors. The pants you wore were more muted, a neutral color to go with the shiny black dress shoes and good quality belt that you usually only broke out for special social occasions. For a little more pop, you also wore a few colorful bracelets on each wrist and a ring or two. You even added a little more color to your still tired-looking face, despite you feeling much better after a nap, shower, and change of clothes. 

You finally settled on the combination of a brighter colored cardigan a more muted hat to pull your entire look together. Slipping the cardigan on and flattening out any creases, you flashed your mirror self your friendliest smile for practice’s sake. Then you gave yourself a twirl, craning your neck over over your shoulder to make sure everything looked just as nice from the back as the front. 

Now we’re cooking with gas, you thought. Hopefully, the neighbors think so too.

Satisfied, you made your way out to the living room where your outfit-appropriate handbag and housewarming gift waited. The young plant, a pachira, sat in a pot whose color accented the color of the house you were going to visit this evening as opposed to the simple white it’d come in. The pot itself wore a big ribbon bow that you’d attached yourself and sticking out of the soil was a card welcoming the neighborhood’s newcomers. 

Perhaps you’d finally make some friends tonight.

You picked up the plant-based gift in one hand and placed it securely in the crook of your arm, then picked up your handbag in the other and made your ways outdoors. It was a quick walk across the street and once on the neighboring house’s doorstep, you steeled yourself with a deep breath. You smiled, then frowned, then smiled again and repeated this a couple of times to make sure the first smile your neighbors saw wasn’t a strained one and raised your hand to use the oddly realistic-looking lobster door hanger.

Much to your surprise, however, the door opened before your hand ever reached it.

And there, in front of you, looking just as shocked as you felt, was your boss and his wife. 

“Mr— Mr. Hart?” you stammered, stumbling backward and almost dropping the plant under your arm. Remembering the last time you and your boss “conversed,” your friendly face twisted into more of a deer in the headlights look. “Mrs. Hart? What are... What are you doing here? You didn’t just move in, did—?”

“Is there a problem, Mr. and Mrs. Hart?”

Not only did you recognize the Harts but you recognized the British voice that came from behind them and the face that appeared with it. 

“Vision?”

“[Y/N]?”

The two of you stared at each other in surprise. That is until Mr. Hart cleared his throat; he and Mrs. Hart still stood directly in front of you, with Vision unintentionally blocking them from stepping back inside. You yelped an apology and stepped to one side, then had to catch yourself on the doorframe as you almost tripped down the front steps.

“Yes, that’s right,” Mr. Hart said slowly as he stepped outside, giving you a particularly unpleasant look, “[Y/N] here lives in the neighborhood as well. Say, you live directly across the way, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you responded immediately with a tilt of your head in the direction of your home. Then you glanced over at Vision and raised the pot you held slightly for him to see. “I was just coming over to introduce myself and offer a housewarming gift.”

Mr. Hart gave a strained nod, clearly still out of sorts about your work performance today. “Well, we were just out the door after the first dinner with the Maximoffs.” He made it sound like having dinner with your boss, while important, was something more of a religious experience. 

You hoped Vision did well. 

“He did just fine,” Mrs. Hart piped in.

There you go, accidentally wondering things aloud again.

“Congrats!” you chirped in Vision’s direction. You noted that he seemed as uncomfortable being in this situation as Mr. Hart acted and you felt. Perhaps you should have just visited in the morning.

Out of the group, Mrs. Hart seemed to be the only one unphased. She gave your shoulder a friendly squeeze and complimented your outfit—the one that her husband eyed distastefully—then lowered her voice so only you could hear. “I heard about your little brawl at work today. Don’t get bent too out of shape about my husband’s behavior; he has to work the weekend and he’s about excited as a cat that doesn’t get fed on time. We’re still on for bridge this weekend, right?”

You always liked Mrs. Hart. She was a good counterweight to her ever so charming husband and she always made sure to make you feel at home here in Westview, even if you struggled to do so yourself. You gave her a smile and a nod. “Of course, ma’am. You look stunning tonight, by the way.”

“Charmer.”

As you were talking to Mrs. Hart, Vision settled things with the mister, and things finally seemed to be calming down. However, Vision was wishing the Harts a safe way home, and you gave them a “Good night!” and a wave while wondering if you should just go home yourself, when a clatter came from inside the—what was it?—Maximoff household.

A voice followed, “Vis? Is everything alright out there, dear?”

You felt yourself deflate a bit; you already forgot that Mr. Hart had mentioned Maximoffs. Maximoffs, not one Maximoff. You were somewhat disappointed that, from what it sounded like, your new dashing British acquaintance had a partner, not that it was a surprise. He must have had people throwing themselves at him at one point in his life before he settled on The One and they immediately got married and moved into their cozy-looking, bigger than your own, house. Or, perhaps, maybe he was the awkward one falling all over himself to impress the person of his interest and when they finally picked him, he felt like his heart exploded into a billion heart-shaped butterflies that found their home in his stomach.

Of course you were the only one on the block who was single and living alone.

You wondered if they had kids.

“... come in!”

You zoned back in from being lost in your thoughts to catch only the end of what Vision was saying. He stepped back from the doorway and held the door open for you and looked at you expectantly and, not wanting to make more of a fool of yourself that you already have in front of him today, you made your way inside, just hoping he hadn’t said anything important while you had been wondering about his romantic life. You felt heat on your ears and cheeks.

Vision, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Now that the Harts were gone, he appeared much more relaxed, leaning on the door with one leg crossed over the other and even smiling at you as you walked into his spacious and already unpacked living room. 

That was the first time you’ve seen him smile, you noted. He had a very charming smile, one of those that made his eyes smile too and seemed much more in place on his face than any other expression. 

Vision closed the door behind you as you looked around the space with mild surprise—how long have they been moved in? How had they gotten unpacked so fast?—then he gave you a friendly squeeze on the shoulder. It was then that you noticed more clattering coming from behind a door that you assumed belonged to the kitchen.

“If you’ll excuse me for just a moment,” he said, making his way to said door, “As you know, my wife and I just finished dinner with the Harts, and my darling Wanda is doing all the dishes. I’ll tell her to wait a moment and come join us! Do you drink fluids?” You must have looked at him oddly because then he stumbled on his words a bit before clarifying, “Alcohol? Or would you like water, juice?”

He certainly did talk with his hands a lot. You liked the way he clasped his hands and fiddled with his fingers while trying to untangle his words.

“Water’s fine,” you replied with a friendly smile.

Seeing that you weren’t bothered by his slip-up, he smiled back and made his way into the kitchen. Halfway through the door, he chirped over his shoulder, “Please feel free to take a seat! I’ll return momentarily!”

Being alone again for only a few minutes still had you beginning to feel the weight of the day’s chaos again. You placed your housewarming gift on the coffee table and rubbed where the pot had been digging into your arm, then wriggled your toes; because these were shoes for special social occasions only, something you didn’t go to very often, they weren’t very well broke in and your feet were beginning to hurt. 

The clattering in the kitchen had stopped but now the muffled voices of Vision and Wanda, which was somehow comforting. You looked around, taking in the classy but simple room. How on earth they’d managed to get unpacked so fast unless they used a company or stylist or somehow bought the place pre-furnished, you had no idea—well, you had a few, clearly. It was still surprising though. However they managed, you hoped your own living area looked half as nice. When you got around to it.

You perked up again as you heard the kitchen door creak… and then felt like your heart exploded into a billion heart-shaped butterflies that immediately found a home in your stomach.

If Vision was a dreamboat, his wife was a, well, literal vision. Wanda wore a dress that was just as simple and charming as the house she lived in, paired with a pretty necklace and pair of heels. Her curled hair perfectly framed her face and despite appearing as frazzled as Vision had when you first showed up at their doorstep, she wore a smile so gorgeous that your heart, which had apparently recovered from its explosion of butterflies, decided it preferred to do somersaults in your throat.

The pair of them were standing hip to hip with Wanda carrying a set of glasses and Vision a pitcher of water. They were chatting lightly about how well dinner went as they walked into the living room before turning their set of beaming smiles in your direction. 

Your body couldn’t decide whether it wanted to melt, tie itself in knots, or spontaneously combust. You decided to make it stand to properly introduce yourself instead.

Just living in the same neighborhood as these two was going to be cataclysmic. 

“Wanda, darling, this is my coworker [Y/N], the one I told you about earlier this evening.” Vision detached himself from his partner’s side and began snagging glasses from her hands to fill and place on the coffee table as she walked closer. “And [Y/N], this is my wife, Wanda.”

You and Wanda watched him hop around from her to the coffee table and back two more times with amusement, then Wanda looked at you and gave an incredulous shake of her head, offering her hand. “Hi, hon. Don’t mind him; he’s not usually this dancy but dinner with the boss was a bit unexpected on both our parts. I had to pull something together last minute and he’s trying to make up for it.”

“You did so much in such a short amount of time,” Vision added, finally settling on the couch beside Wanda after the two of you shook hands and got seated. “You deserve a break. I can handle filling a few glasses and doing up the dishes.”

“Speaking of which, I hope you got a break yourself, [Y/N].” Wanda’s comment and concerned look made your eyebrows raise with confusion. She elaborated, “Vision mentioned covering for you at work today.”

You flushed slightly and rubbed the side of your neck. Vision noticed and gave you an apologetic look.

“Oh, yes,” you replied, “I get these awful migraines sometimes. One just happened to hit me at a particularly bad time today and I fell and knocked over a bunch of files. Your husband was an angel, did something he absolutely didn’t need to do and said it was all his fault.”

“And yet you got punished anyway,” Vision said, still looking apologetic. He wrung his hands a bit as well; you wanted to hold them to make him stop.

Wanda did instead, giving him the sweetest smile in the process. 

“But if it weren’t for you,” you chirped, “I may have just gotten fired. So I have to thank you for that. And I can’t imagine how that may have affected your dinner tonight, if I had known you were having the big boss dinner tonight, I wouldn’t have let you. I’m so sorry, by the way, for barging in immediately after your dinner, too; you two must be exhausted!”

“Oh, nonsense,” Wanda piped up again. She patted you on the wrist; you kind of wished she’d left her hand there but she went to pick up her water instead. “Dinner went quite well actually, if not a bit ill-planned. We had a bit of a misunderstanding of what the calendar said.” She gave Vision a playful glare and he responded with a bashful smile that he tried to hide by running a hand over his face.

“I drew a heart, for Hart,” he explained. “We forgot and thought we missed an anniversary instead.”

You thought back to when Mr. Hart mentioned the dinner at the office and Vision had made a heart with his hands, then tried to suppress a grin of your own. “That’s an easy misunderstanding. Happy to hear I’m not the only one good with planning, though, no offense.”

“Well, maybe you two should be married.” Wanda glanced between the two of you, the playful look in her dark eyes paired with her suggestion making your throat dry.

“You couldn’t remember it either, darling,” Vision countered, giving her a peck on the forehead, “If that’s the case, maybe all three of us were meant to be.”

You went to swallow and ended up having to suppress a choke. You reached for your glass, only to see it empty—when did you do that?—but Wanda was quick to refill it.

You gave her a sheepish smile and soft “Thanks” in return, took a drink and decided to play along. “That would explain why we ended up living directly across from the street and why I’ve been single almost my entire life.” 

You mentally kicked yourself for mentioning that last part and coming off way too desperate. However, when you glanced the couple’s way, Vision was chuckling, and Wanda was giving an understanding nod with a pleased look on her face. Maybe she thought her joke was going to hit wrong? Maybe it hadn’t been a joke?

Don’t get your hopes up, you thought.

Then Wanda spoke again. “You must be joking. You’re living on your own in that house?”

    You shrugged and responded, “I have a fish.”

    “I’m sure they’re wonderful conversation,” Wanda quipped back. 

    “No romantic interest in sight?” Vision asked. 

    Well, I wouldn’t say that but I’m certainly not going into that right now. You shook your head and decided to shift the conversation to a topic that was less likely to make you feel, if either or both of them did happen to ask you to marry them at that very moment, as if you would immediately throw yourselves at them. “Speaking of houses and all that, what a coincidence that we happen to find each other living next door the same day we meet. That’s what I originally came over to do, introduce myself to my neighbors and give you a housewarming gift.”

    You gestured to the pachira on the coffee table and Wanda reached over to touch its leaves, then used Vision’s still-full water glass to water it. “That’s right. It is a lovely plant, thank you very much. I think it will look nice in the kitchen, or perhaps over by the window.” 

    “It’s supposed to bring good luck to the house,” you offered, “and red ribbons are often associated with it but I’m not sure why.”

    “Well here’s to good luck then,” Wanda said, clinking Vision’s empty cup with your half-full one. She read the card you’d attached, smiled, then picked up the plant and offered it to her husband. “Here, dear. Since you’re taking on the role of house-husband tonight, why not take this and see how it looks over by the window.”

    Vision was already standing and taking the plant from her hands before she finished her sentence. “Of course, darling. Tell me where you think it looks nice.” Then he added to you as he walked by, “I may be skilled many things, like filling out computational forms, but the interior decorating is all her. I’m practically color-blind. And furniture-blind. And generally design-blind. Possibly blind-blind, if I’m being honest.”

    Wanda rolled her eyes but she still giggled, then pointed out where she thought the plant would look best. It was off to one side of the window and she explained that she thought it would be visible from your window as well, and thus give both houses good luck. 

    “Maybe it will give me the luck to finally unpack and decorate like you two already have,” you pondered allowed, finishing off your water a second time; Wanda promptly offered to fill your cup again but you politely declined. “The two of you have been here, what? At least a few days now and your home is already made in the shade. I’ve been here in Westview a month if not more and I usually spend my time lounging on a couch made of crates and boxes.” 

    You noticed Vision glance oddly at his wife as he sat back down but Wanda didn’t seem to catch it. Still, she answered quite quickly, “We used a company.”

    “Ah.” You glanced between them but the strained energy that suddenly appeared just as quickly as it came when Wanda gave you another sweet smile and offered to write down the company name for you. “No need, I couldn’t afford it anyway. Thank you, though.”

    That response didn’t seem to please Wanda all that much. She pursed her lips in a way that looked partially pondering and partially pouty—it was a very cute pout—before leaning over to Vision and muttering in his ear. His attention was immediately drawn to focus only on her and they chatted quietly among themselves for a few moments.

    You suddenly felt awkward again and took to looking around a bit. You first looked at your feet and noticed how close one of Wanda’s own was to yours; in fact, the three of you were sitting so close together that her dress poofed out over your leg. Then you happened to look over at where your arm was resting across the back of the couch. Vision’s was too and you suddenly became keenly aware of how, if he were to start talking with his hands like he does, his would most definitely brush your own. You wondered if it already had while you were too engrossed in conversation to notice, then you wondered if you should move farther to the other side of the couch.

    You began shifting to do so when Wanda suddenly leaned back to her normal spot and grabbed your wrist. “Why don’t we come over sometime this weekend and help you unpack?”

    You blinked. She seemed closer than she had been earlier, or maybe it was just the fact that hand hadn’t pulled away yet. Her eyes were as bright and welcoming as they had been since you first saw them, eyebrows raised in what you could only place as eagerness, and you officially decided that if you were to look up the word “sweet” in a dictionary, there’d be a picture of her smile.

    You were so suddenly flustered that for a moment all you did was stare while you figured out how to talk again. When you did, you were surprised at confident your voice sounded when you replied, “Sure.”

    “Great!”

    Wanda and Vision looked equally excited when you looked at them both, which confused you before you remembered that you were only the second person from the neighborhood to visit them since they moved in. Thinking of it now, you were also feeling energetic from the conversation and not just because you happened to be sitting next to a very attractive-looking pair. This was the first time you sat down with people from the neighborhood and it did not only go well but you were thoroughly enjoying yourself; you also enjoyed spending time with Agnes but Agnes was just outwardly friendly to everybody and even if you ran out of things to say, she had enough stories to add filler to seven different conversations at the same time. Wanda and Vision seemed to be just as awkward as you, making unusual jokes that might not make it through and fumbling over themselves and on occasion just being awkwardly silent at times, but it was a weird kind of awkwardness that also felt comfortable, comforting. You felt like you were among friends. 

    Conversation flowed easily for the rest of the night. The three of you made plans to spend the next day at your place, unpacking and decorating and just getting to know each other better, then conversation shifted smoothly from one random topic to another. Wanda had a lot of questions about the neighborhood and the people in it and she and you swapped stories of first meeting Agnes. You were somewhat fascinated with Vision’s almost eidetic memory and couldn’t help quizzing him on random subjects but luckily, he seemed to be just as eager to answer. Wanda mentioned Vision’s ability to play ukulele at one point and he felt is was absolutely necessary to perform and after mentioning Wanda’s breakfast cooking ability—and your stomach grumbling in curiosity—she brought you to the kitchen and made the best breakfast you’d ever had, despite it not being morning, while Vision kept to his word and washed the dishes. Eventually, though, the night caught up to the each of you and you said your goodbyes, hugs included, at the door and you headed back home with a goofy grin on your face. 

    Upon getting home, you kicked off your shoes that you’d long since forgotten were causing your feet pain and went to your bedroom. You quickly stripped, put on your bedwear, and faceplanted onto your sheets. You laid there for a moment in comfortable bliss before turning your head and catching yourself in the mirror. Though looking utterly exhausted, it was mixed an almost childish happiness. You finally felt content in Westview, like you’d finally found your place. 

    You scrambled around to get under the covers and curled up. Quickly dozing off and still grinning, you muttered, “I think I’ll like it here.” 

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Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Chapter 20 of 27: Love

Summary: Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

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A/N: I posted this a little later because on Sunday I had the idea to do this. If you want to participate, feel free to do so! I received some amazing ideas and messages already! Thank you so much for them! Now, enjoy this little chapter <3

Words: 3070 Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader, post war Warnings: none

Three weeks after the Winter Dance …

On a Tuesday evening in March, clouds gathered over Hogwarts and darkened the sky. The few students who had been outside despite the cold wind had mere seconds to sprint to the castle before the gates to the heavens opened. Rain began to pour down, drenching everyone. You were one of those students.

You cursed once you got inside and whipped out your wand to cast a drying spell while hoping your Potions book wasn’t completely ruined. Even though Snape was no longer around to retract at least fifty housepoints for it, you still didn’t want to deal with Slughorns disappointed look that he’d give you. “Oh thank Merlin,” you mumbled when you saw that it was fine.

“Here, you lost this.”

You almost dropped your book when you heard the familiar voice. “Hermione!”, you said surprised.

The brown-haired girl stood in front of you, holding out a quill that had slipped out of your bag when you reached for the wand. She smiled awkwardly.

“Thank you.” You took the quill from her. She nodded but stayed silent, burying her hand in the pocket of her jacket. It had been three weeks since you last talked to her. The morning after the Winter Dance, you had tried to get her to talk to you. She refused and sent Ginny to let you know that she needed space. You tried one more time a few days later but still – Hermione didn’t want to see you.

Your own emotions shifted from guilt that you didn’t tell her, to anger that she didn’t want to speak to you for three freaking weeks, and then back to guilt because you knew you screwed up with your lies. Now that she was here, you understood that you just missed her. You missed not being able to talk and laugh with your friend.

“Where are you going?”, Hermione asked.

“To the common room.”

She hesitated and looked back and forth between you and the stairs behind you. “Can I come?”

Relief washed over you. That could only mean that she wanted to talk. “Sure,” you replied and smiled at her.

You walked together in silence for the first pair of stairs. Only when you turned a corner and entered the hall that lead to the next stair, did she speak up. Her words surprised you.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked at her, stunned. “What for?”

Her gaze was fixated on her shoes. “For not coming to you earlier. I was embarrassed.”

You frowned. “I’m the one who lied to you, Hermione.”

“I know,” she sighed, still not looking at you. “But I overreacted.”

You snorted. Not because you found this situation particularly amusing – to be honest, it was ridiculous. You stopped walking, Hermione did the same.

“You didn’t.” You shook your head. “Seriously. I should have told you the day it first happened. You’re my friend and what I did was wrong.” You paused. “I hurt you. And I’m deeply sorry for that.”

For the first time since you started walking, Hermione looked at you. She pursed her lips but there was no anger written on her face. When she spoke, there was certainty in her voice: “I know. What you did wasn’t okay.”

You couldn’t agree more. “You’re right.”

“I’m not mad that you slept with him, you know.”

“You’re not?”

“No. Although … it’s a little weird.” She wrinkled her nose and you chuckled softly.

“No, but I’m not mad about it”, you friend repeated herself. “He didn’t cheat on me. We weren’t dating then and …”, she hesitated, “I had my fun as well.”

You raised an eyebrow at her confession. “Oh?”

You could have sworn that a soft shade of red colored her cheeks but then again, it was rather dark in the hallway. Hermione gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “I’ll tell you about that later.”

Before you had the chance to say anything else, she continued: “Both of you obviously didn’t handle … the end of your whatever it was that you two had very well. I had my suspicions to be honest. You were both acting strange and not talking to each other for months.”

“Why didn’t you ask me?”

Hermione shrugged. “I thought that if my suspicions were correct … you would have come to me.”

You looked down when you heard that. “I’m sorry, Hermione.”

“Also, it sucked hearing it from Malfoy. Of all the people who could’ve told me.” She shook her head. “See, that’s the next thing. Malfoy knew, Ron knew, Ginny and you knew … It hurt being the only who didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“It’s fine,” Hermione replied, her voice a little softer now.

You looked up at her. “It’s not.”

“It is,” she smiled at you. “Honestly, I’m not mad anymore. It just took me some time to realize it.”

You stared at her, somehow expecting this to be a test or a joke. You couldn’t believe she would forgive you for lying so long so easily. However, Hermione simply stood in front of, waiting for you to react.

“I missed you so much.” The words came from deep down within you, along with the relief and happiness that flooded your mind right this second. You pulled her into a tight hug.

Hermione laughed before returning the hug. “Missed you too,” she then mumbled.

“What about Ron though?”, you asked after a while and took a step back.

“What about him?”

You tilted your head. “Did you talk about it?”

“No,” she said calmly but couldn’t hide the way the corners of her lips twitched. “No, he deserves to suffer a little longer.”

Only one more lie left.

 ***

Four weeks after the Winter Dance …

“We already had a lesson on Amortentia in our sixth year, Professor,” Pansy whined and the sound instantly caused you to roll your eyes.

“Your exams are here sooner than you think,” Professor Slughorn replied, facing the blackboard. “I believe a little repetition will do you good.”

Exams. The word caused you to crinkle your nose. They were so close and yet you felt so far behind. It seemed as all you did was study but between the fight with Hermione and the drama with Astoria, your attention was certainly split.

Astoria … You looked over to her table where she stood next to Millicent Bulstrode, nose buried in the Potions book. Draco had told you some of what went down between him and her in the Room of Requirements. He said that he knew the reason why she wanted to marry him but he had also no right to let you know. It didn’t help your restless mind. You spent hours speculating and brooding over it. Was she sick? Would her parents disown her if she didn’t marry Draco? You wouldn’t be surprised by something like that. Was she pregnant?

None of your theories made any sense to you and Draco was steadfast. He didn’t comment on them or give you any more clues. You had to respect his ability to keep a secret.

“I think I did it wrong, can you smell anything?”, Theos voice pulled you from your thoughts.

The Slytherin came up to your table. Since the Winter Dance, you had spent increasingly more time with Draco and he had sneaked you in their common room on more than one occasion. It had resulted in you becoming friendly with Nott.

“Where’s Blaise?”, you asked as you stirred the liquid in the cauldron. “Isn’t he supposed to help you with it?”

Theo shrugged. “Probably off and begging Astoria to go to Hogsmeade with him.”

You chuckled and when you looked over to her table, sure enough, Blaise leaned against it, talking to her. “That’s still going on?”

Theo followed your gaze. “Very unsuccessfully, but yes.” He looked back at you. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“The part of where he’s unsuccessful,” he explained. “She’s set on marrying Draco.”

You shrugged and reached too add the missing ingredient. “I’m set on having pudding for dessert tonight but it probably won’t be served, so let’s see what happens.”

The potion was supposed to be finished now and you leaned over it, carefully.

“You smell something?”, Theo asked again.

You closed your eyes and sniffed. Irritated, you opened them again and looked to your side, expecting Draco to be there. The scent of his cologne, mixed with mint and the smell of summer rain, was overwhelming. He wasn’t there. No, he stood a few feet away, talking to Professor Slughorn. Huh.

“And?”, Theo began to sound a little impatient.

“Yes,” you nodded, still slightly confused. “I smell something.”

He groaned. “It’s my mistake then and not the book’s.” Before he went back to his table, he asked curiously: “What do you smell?”

“Your shampoo, Nott, what else?”, you joked. Just in this moment, Draco came back, catching the last bit of your conversation.

Theo chuckled. “Not in front of Draco, darling.” Then he winked at you and turned around.

The smile still on your face, you looked at Draco. “And? Did Slughorn know?”

Judging by the sour look on his face, the Professor hadn’t been able to answer his question.

“Seriously?”, Draco asked.

You tilted your head. “What?”

“Did you smell his shampoo?”

You stared at him. He avoided your eyes and instead flicked through the pages of the book, pretending as if he was reading something about Amortentia. You saw right through him.

“Are you jealous, Malfoy?”

His hand stopped in mid-air of the page for a second before he cleared his throat. “Of course not,” he replied quickly.

Your smile returned, turning into a full-size grin. “You’re jealous!”

“What would I be jealous about?!”, he sneered. “We’re not dating so …”

The grin stayed plastered on your face. “Right, we’re not but still you’re –”

“Don’t we have work to do?”, he interrupted you and sat down abruptly. “We still need to write down what we did.”

You giggled softly before you sat down next to him and grabbed your quill.

“It was just a joke,” you whispered while writing.

Draco didn’t reply and you were wondering if he had heard you. “What does it smell like for you then?”, he said after a while.

You hesitated. The smell of mint still wafting over to you. “I can’t smell anything today,” you lied. “Still fighting that cold from last week, I suppose.”

“Hmm,” Draco made.

“What do you smell?”

“You, Y/L/N.”

“Right,” you chuckled at his joke. “No, seriously, what do you smell?”

No more words came from him, only a wink. You rolled your eyes and chuckled again, pushing down the strange feeling emerging inside of you. When the class was over, you walked to the Great Hall together. Dinner was served and you had pudding for dessert.

 ***

Five weeks after the Winter Dance …

“Do you love him?” Hermione sat down across from you and dropped her books on the table.

You didn’t look up from your own studies. “Draco?”

“No.”

You looked up. Oops.

“Ron, of course,” Hermione explained.

“Of course.” Why on earth would you think of Draco first at that question? But more importantly right now – why on earth would Hermione think that you loved Ronald Weasley?! You shook your head. “No, why?”

“I’m trying to understand … your thing.”

You closed your book. “Can I be honest?”

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “Are you serious right now, Y/N?”

Right, honesty was probably the only thing she expected from you these days. “I had a crush on him. I admit that,” you shrugged. You tapped on the cover of the book in front of you with your fingertips, before you continued. “And it hurt when he just dropped me like a hot potato.” The memory, even though it began to fade and become more and more irrelevant, still stung a little. “I don’t love him.” You looked into her eyes. “Never have.”

Hermione nodded slowly. “What about him then?”

“He loves you.” You smiled. “Everyone knows that.”

“But when he’s around you …”, she began.

“He doesn’t love me,” you interrupted her. “He’s just pissed that I’m with Draco.”

Hermione slumped against the back of the chair. “You really think that’s all?”

“Yes.” It was the truth. “His ego is hurt and he got confused. He loves you though. Did he apologize to you?”

Finally, Hermione smiled. A soft, shy smile. “A thousand times. He sent me love letters. God, they were so ridiculous.” She raised a hand to her mouth to hide the smile.

You grinned and reached for her hand. “I think you should give him a chance.”

“I love him so much,” your friend admitted with a soft sigh. Then the smile on her face vanished. “But what if … what if it happens again? With a different girl?”

“Then I will personally kick his butt.” You squeezed her hand tightly and Hermione chuckled. She looked down at the table as if she was thinking about something.

“Do you love him then?” She raised her head again.

“Who?”, you asked, knowing damn well who she meant. However, you were certain your friend knew the answer to her question already.

 ***

Six weeks after the Winter Dance …

It was cold in the dorm that Draco shared with Blaise and Theo. The fact that you were wrapped in nothing but a black towel, didn’t help much with it. You shivered when you closed the bathroom door behind you and quickly ran over to the warm bed where your pretend-boyfriend still waited under the covers.

“Can you believe it’s almost April?”, Draco asked while he reached for the sweets on his nightstand. “School is nearly over.”

“Exams are almost here,” you replied, climbed over him and slipped under the blanket.

The Slytherin rolled his eyes as his chewed on another piece of candy. You wondered if they were still yours from the first weekend in Hogsmeade last year. Then Draco turned to face you and propped himself up on his elbows. “Stop playing scared,” it was almost a demand, “you’ll do great and you know it. I barely got to see you these last few weeks.”

“We saw each other every day, Draco,” you countered with a grin.

“It felt less.” He let himself fall on his back and put one arm behind his head.

“Did you make a decision yet?” The question left your mouth before you had time to think about it. This was a sensitive topic for him. Too many uncertainties in his life.

“I always have the option to marry rich,” he joked, looking at the ceiling.

You snorted. ���Ha ha.”

 ***

Seven weeks after the Winter Dance …

“You’re staring. Again.”

Draco and you had found yourselves in his dorm once again. Theo and Blaise spent an awful amount of time at the library lately, giving you the freedom not to rely on the Room of Requirements so often.

It was a Saturday morning. You wished you could tell whether it was a beautiful spring day with birds chirping and beams of sunlight falling through the window – but from here, you were only able to see the green water of the lake.

“I’m not staring,” Draco mumbled. “I’m admiring.”

You smiled and when your eyes met his, a warm feeling spread in your chest. A feeling, you had experienced a lot more often in the past weeks. Sneaking up on you, always in the back of your mind as it tried to tell you something. Something, you already knew but were too scared to put a name on it. So instead, you pushed it back and tried to ignore it. “What are you admiring then?”

“You.” He whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

You pressed yourself closer to his body.

“I love you.”

At first you thought that you had accidentally fallen asleep again and this was some sort of weird dream your brain produced. But your eyes were open and you felt how Draco stopped breathing next to you; surely, this wasn’t a dream. The words had actually left his mouth. He had said them. They were out.

Oh Merlin.

You sat up abruptly. “I’m sorry, what?”

His eyes were wide as he got up as well, turning his back towards you. He walked over to the closet with stiff movements and frantically searched through his drawers. “I don’t know where this came from,” he said in a hardened voice. “Forget it.”

I love you.

The words rung in your ears like the sound of a pot crashing to the ground. You stared at his back. And then, when his eyes flickered over to you, the ringing stopped

I love you.

You were suddenly very calm. “Draco –”

“Forget it,” he interrupted you and slipped over a black shirt. “Just do me the favor and pretend I never said anything.”

“Draco –”

“Draco!” The door flew open and crashed against the wall. You flinched.

Theo stood in the doorway, breathing heavily as if he had just sprinted up the stairs. “Oh, shit, sorry guys,” he exclaimed when he saw you and quickly looked away.

You needed a second to realize that you were sitting in Dracos bed – completely naked. Letting out a surprised gasp, you pulled up the covers.

Draco quickly stepped in front of him, blocking his view. “What do you want, Theo?”, he sneered, making it clear that this was not the right time.

Theo cleared his throat. “Okay, uhm,” he began, “Don’t panic but …”

Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest. “But what?”

You would later on call it intuition – but a part of you knew that the moment Theo stepped in, something would change. The tranquility and happiness between Draco and you had been going on for way too long already. You had pushed away the fears and uncertainty and allowed yourself to simply be. You should have known that it would come back to bite you in the ass.

“Spit it out,” Draco demanded.

Over his shoulders, Theo looked at you the same way he had a few weeks back during that Potions lesson. Fear gripped your heart. Sorry, his eyes seemed to say.

“Your mother is in the common room, Draco. She’s talking to Astoria.” 

So this was the way it ends.

***

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I’m tired.

TOM HOLLAND X READER

Tom’s not there for you and your new born son. You’re tired of being on your own most of the time.

(Kinda sad at the beginning, but definitely a happy ending!)

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You were asleep on the couch with William, the 3-month old son of you and Tom in your arms, waiting for Tom to have dinner with you two after his meeting with the directors for his next Spider-man movie. You woke up when your son jolted, crying.

“Hey, hey, baby. Mommy’s here.” You rocked him back and forth to comfort him.

“Oh god, it’s 8 already. Poor Will must be hungry, right?” You talked to William with your baby voice, giving him a nose boop and he stopped crying slightly.

You stood from the couch and made a small groan once you felt the pain from you back and mostly from your shoulder. It must be because of how long you’ve held William in your arms. You’ve got the pain for weeks, considering that you’re the only one who’s held William here and there and got all the chores done.

You barely remembered when you fell asleep, all you knew was that you were watching Spider-Man: Homecoming with William. You play films of Tom whenever Tom’s out. You wanted to show him how great his dad is and be more familiar with Tom as he’s not always here. Playing the movies and listening to Tom’s voice from them make you feel he is here for you and let you feel less lonely.

You were getting ready to breastfeed William when you heard the sound of key clinging right outside the door, so you walked there instead.

“Daddy’s home!” You talked to William in your baby voice again and Willie giggled.

“Y/n, Will.” Tom entered the house and greeted you with kisses on your foreheads.

“I miss you so much, babe. You have no idea how tired I was. Could you hold Will when I go preparing to feed him? And then we can have dinner, I’ve got your favorite for tonight!” You said with a wide smile as you handed Willie to Tom and he took him hesitantly.

“Uh, love.” He said which made you stop you way to the island of the kitchen and turned around.

“I gotta go. I just come back to get my clothes changed as I sweat a lot from the fitting and I’m gonna have dinner with the cast. There’s something minor about the script that Jon wants us to talk about…"Tom said with an apologetic look.

You didn’t really know what to say, all you could do was just standing there and froze. You got everything planned for the night to be honest, you prepared sushi and other foods that Tom likes. You even took William’s nap time to bake some cookies, thinking that would lighten up Tom’s busy day. You’re thinking to have a chill night cuddling with Tom and William in his arms on the couch, watching whatever shows that are on the TV. But this plan was just like any other plans that you’ve made nights before, got cancelled with whatever plans that Tom got in advanced.

“Can’t it be discussed tomorrow?” You tried your best not to sound harsh, but you’re tired, really tired. You’re happy to see Tom being busy cause that means he’s one step closer to what he always wants, becoming an influential star. But meanwhile, you’re tired of waiting for Tom to be back till midnight, taking care of William on your own. You didn’t really have the chance to tell Tom about the pain on your back and shoulders. You literally didn’t know how long you could stand with the pain, physically and mentally. You just wanted him to be with you and William more.

“I don’t think so… I got meeting for my next project tomorrow, remember?” Tom said with much more sadness in his voice as he patted William’s back.

All you could do was nodding your head. You stared at the floor, figuring out what to say next. Suddenly, William burst out crying, just like he could tell Tom was leaving. Tom was startled to William’s sudden crying and rocked him back and forth, trying to comfort him.

“You better hurry up then.” You took William from Tom and kept your eyes on your poor little son, just because you wanted to hide those tears from Tom. You knew he’s feeling guilty and making him feel more guilty was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Love…”

“Just go and get changed. We’ll be fine.” You forced a smile to him.

“Say goodbye to daddy!” You waved William’s little chubby arm at Tom and he sighed.

“If you’re tired, don’t stay up to wait for me. I love you, y/n.” He pecked you on your lips and so did you.

“I love you, Tom. I’ll be waiting for you, as always.”

You breastfed Will as Tom headed upstairs to get changed. When he left, you didn’t bother to say goodbye to him as you knew you would break down crying, which was what you’re doing. You tried so hard not to let the tears drop down on Will’s cheeks. You’re always positive but not now anymore. Why couldn’t you just be a supportive wife for Tom and take good care of William when he’s working so hard for your little family?

When William finished his meal, it’s time for yours. You walked to the kitchen still having William in your arm, took out the sushi and cookies you’ve prepared. However, you didn’t feel like eating them anymore. You ditched them all in the trash can, tears brimming in your eyes. They’re supposed to be the dinner for you and Tom, but now you just didn’t wanna eat anything.

After putting William to sleep, you laid yourself down on the couch with the baby monitor in your hand. It’s just half past nine, which meant Tom’s not gonna be here any sooner. A familiar key clinging sound surprised you, you wanna stand up right away but your back was killing you, you could only sit and stand up slowly.

“Tom? Aren’t you supposed to be in the dinner meeting?”

Not till Tom could answer you, there’s a crying sound coming from the baby monitor.

“I’ll go get it, you stay here and rest, love.” Tom said and he headed upstairs to take care of William.

You looked at his back and got tears rolling down on your face. They’re happy tears this time. This was the life that you’ve waited for weeks, Tom was here to help you look after William while you could take a rest on the couch.

Tom got William with him when he was back downstairs. He held the dirty diaper in his free hand and threw it in the garbage can in the kitchen, where you’ve just got rid of the food that you’re prepared.

“Tom?” Tom sat down on the couch with you and you wanted to take William from Tom. However, you couldn’t help but frowned a bit when stretched out you arms. Tom noticed it and he shook his head.

“Once I left the house and got in the taxi, all I can think about is your sad face. You’ve tried so hard to hide your emotions from me and I’m so stupid to not notice it earlier.”

“You must be so disappointed in me. I’m always out and not helping enough…” Tom stared right at you eyes and both of you got tears brimming in your eyes.

“I’m not disappointed, Tom. I’m proud of you. You’re so talented, you’ve worked so hard and I’ve never blamed you. I just maybe, sometime, wish that you could squeeze more time for William, for me. I’m tired, tired of being all alone. I wanna have a life with you. Right now, seeing you holding William completes my life.” You felt much relieved once you told Tom what has bothered you for weeks.

“I know. I’m sorry, love. I promise, you and William will always be my 1st priority. Whenever you got plans for a chill night, you tell me and don’t you dare throwing away sushi and cookies that you made again. Will and I are the ones who are supposed to eat it. Oh, not you, little buddy, you gotta wait till you grow up. You could only got the milk from mommy now, which must be so nice.” You chuckled and smacked slightly on the biceps that he’s built up for Spider-man. Both of you helped each other wipe away the tears on your cheeks.

“You haven’t had dinner, right?” You said as you stood up from the couch, but then you realized it’s a huge mistake.

“Love, I’ve got your back! Ah hahaha, I literally mean it! I know you’re having trouble with your back and shoulders from holding Will for a long time. I did research on my way back. By research, I mean asking Mum.” He gently pulled you down on the couch and continued,

“I got some painkillers for you and you’re gonna take a day off from being a mum tomorrow. I’m gonna do everything, making meals, baking cookies, and all the chores. Well, there’s a thing that only you could do.”

“I know,” you knew what he meant of course,

“But how about your meeting tomorrow?”

“My wife is sick so I’m sick. Homesick.” He pouted like a kid, literally a grownup version of William.

“Idiot!” You said and wrapped your arms around Tom’s waist, giving William a peck on his cute, chubby cheek.

“Your idiot.”

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Part 2 - “I don’t expect you to understand”

Part 1

Draco swallowed. He’d thought, when he left Harry lying in St. Mungo’s, that this part would be easy. That his heart had been broken by Harry Potter too many times to be broken again. He was wrong. 

It had only been a week, and Draco was lost in his grieving for someone who was not dead. He hated himself for thinking it, but having Harry and nearly losing him to Auror missions felt better than not having him at all. It wasn’t fair to himself to think that, he knew. He should be independent, happy on his own. Mostly, he missed Harry.

Draco shook his head slightly and blinked into the sweet fumes furling up around his cheeks. If he wasn’t careful, he would explode this potion all over himself. Felix felicis. It wasn’t for him, although part of him was tempted to take some and see what would happen to his day. As it turned out, a tiny bottle of the golden potion was selling for nearly 50 galleons. With Valentine’s Day approaching, people were clamoring over the stuff, amortentia being banned nearly a year back. It was a professional advance Draco couldn’t afford to miss, no matter how many thoughts of Harry were clouding his focus. 

A quiet knock clicked through his brewing room. Draco finished his careful stir pattern before responding. 

“Come back later!” he called. “Brewing is in progress.”

“Draco?” a familiar voice came through the door. 

Draco stopped cold. Ice burned down his forearms and through his heart before he started to reality and quickly resumed his stirring before the bubbling gold liquid exploded.

“Not open for clients!” Draco shouted through the door, trying his best to control the trembles that kept clamoring through his body. 

“Draco,” the voice came again. “You know I’m not a client.”

Draco huffed. “You’ll have to come back later. I’m in the middle of a potion.”

“Can’t we talk?” The voice was so warm, so full of everything Draco loved. Dozens of memories pressed against the backs of his eyelids, and Draco blinked furiously, trying to push them all back. If he got lost in everything... all the memories, the moments, the touches, the laughs.... well, this potion could be considered toast. Already, it was turning too dark at Draco’s unsure administrations. If he wasn’t careful, this potion would be all over the room in a matter of seconds. 

Draco shook his head harder. He’d paid too much for these ingredients and had too many clients waiting on this potion to ruin this. 

“Go away, Harry,” he snapped. The sound of Harry’s name in his mouth startled him. He dropped the ladle into the potion, and bubbles of thick hot liquid burst over the top of the cauldron, splattering all over Draco’s face, arms, and chest. 

Draco yelped and quickly tried to cut off the sounds of pain emitting from his mouth while his flesh sizzled and burned. 

“Draco?” Harry’s voice was louder now. “Are you okay?”

Draco shook his head while he watched the pale stretches of his flesh transform into something inhuman and monstrous. He couldn’t scream or move, the pain was too great. Before Draco could drag himself to his neutralizing table, he was falling to the floor, completely out of control of the use of his limbs. 

It took nearly a full minute before his brain started truly processing what was happening to him. Horribly curved spikes dug under his flesh, ripping into what Draco knew was his veins, burning him up from the inside out. He tried not to scream. He really did. He wasn’t ready to see Harry yet, even if he might be dying. If it meant he would be paralyzed for the rest of his life, he didn’t mind putting off his surely dreadful reunion with Harry until another day. Another year maybe, when all these feelings had passed. 

Draco knew that was an illusion. Everything he felt for Harry was infinite. He was his love, and had been since the day they had met in Madame Malkin’s. It was out of control and would never end. Even so, thinking it might be true consoled Draco slightly as the properties of ashwinder egg, a crucial ingredient in felix felicis, absorbed through his skin and throughout his body. 

Dimly, Draco heard a door slamming open and someone calling his name. Harry, surely. He had been on the other side of the door, Draco knew. But all that mattered at the moment was the cool stone floor against his face and the realization that however beautiful the potion for luck was, it’s truth was cruel and burning. 

There were arms around him, and then Draco was crying. Really crying. Not the few tears that had ruined a Pepper-Up potion Draco had made earlier that morning. Not a slight dribbling of onion induced tears. Full on sobbing. Inside his body, fire was catching alight, turning him inside out. Draco could think of nothing else. 

But then someone’s hands were tilting his head back and pouring a cool potion into his mouth, and everything came into focus while the pain slowly subsided. Dark skin and curly hair pieced together in Draco’s vision to form a very familiar person. 

“Draco?” Harry whispered, still holding on tightly to Draco, who had somehow ended up sprawled across Harry’s lap on the floor. 

Draco closed his eyes. “What did you do?” He knew Harry would know what he meant, and that he wasn’t accusing him. 

“You have an antidotes shelf,” Harry said quietly. “I know how to read.”

“Thank you,” Draco said, and struggled to sit up. “Now please leave. I need to attend to my wounds.”

“Your wounds?” Harry laughed incredulously. “Draco, you need to go to St. Mungo’s now. You can’t see yourself, you-” Harry’s voice broke. “Your skin.”

A gentle finger edged over the burnt skin exposed by Draco’s rolled up sleeves. The finger disappeared, and quickly became known again as it brushed over Draco’s collarbone, which was also severely burnt. 

“No,” Draco said harshly and shoved Harry away from him. The floor was hard when he fell on it, but nothing hurt more than being touched by Harry when he knew that it would only crush him again. “Please don’t touch me.”

“Draco,” Harry’s voice was cracked and teary. He sat back on his knees and held his hands out, like he was reaching for something reverently precious, but knew he could not touch it. “Please. I miss you. So much. Like someone has ripped my heart out and-”

“No,” Draco looked at Harry. His beautiful face, flushed and streaked with salt. “Do you need me to say it again?” Draco took a deep breath and hauled himself to his knees using the edge of his work table. “I can take care of myself.”

“But, Draco, you’re hurt.”

“Not hurt enough to need you.” Draco knew the moment he’d said it that he’d gone too far. That he’d stretched this lie too far. Harry wouldn’t know he didn’t mean it. Harry never knew how to pick up little cues like that. Draco always knew when people were lying and hurting but wouldn’t say anything. Draco was the one who could tell when Harry was feeling too awful about the world himself to be kind to anything. Harry used his heart to see, though, not logic. 

Draco didn’t try to take it back or say anything else to help. He kneeled, leaning heavily on the table, as Harry cried. Some sick part of him thought that Harry might get a taste of what it felt like to be Draco, always lost and wondering if his husband would ever return to him. Some kinder part of him urged him to go to Harry and forgive him and apologize, and then hug him so tightly that he forgot how to breathe. 

He only sat and tried not to black out from the festering of his flesh until Harry looked up from the ground and met Draco’s eyes. 

“Draco, I’m sorry,” Harry forced out between silent sobs. “I’m supposed to protect you. I promised I would. Always.” There was silence again while Harry swallowed his own tears. “I didn’t do that.”

“I know you didn’t,” Draco said. He slid down to the floor and flopped against the table. He couldn’t hold himself up any longer. Not from Harry, and not from this bloody potion.

Harry was right in front of him and apologizing, and oh Merlin, why hadn’t he let this happen sooner. Harry’s hair was longer than it had been when he had last seen him, only a week ago. Curly and dark and wildly taking over his face. And his cheeks, ruddy red and beautiful and ready to be kissed. His form, all slumped over when it should be tall. 

Draco missed him. So much that it hurt his stomach. He didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to admit it that this part of his life was so far out of his control, but it was because it was in Harry’s hands. All of it. His heart, his soul, his mind, his body. Truly, he belonged with Harry. Being away from him hurt. Too badly to consider. 

Draco knew, deep down, somewhere between his rib cage, that things had to change in order for them to work. He knew that he couldn’t put himself through another three years of Harry’s death defying missions. 

Harry knew it too. 

“Draco... love, please,” Harry mumbled, “I love you. Too much. My heart hurts being away from you. It always has. On all those missions, I- I was lost without you. I loved my job. I really did. But I love you more.”

Draco held out his arms to Harry, and Harry scooted across the flagstones until he was almost on top of Draco. His arms came around Draco carefully, barely touching him. Draco brought his face closer to Harry’s and pressed his lips into Harry’s cheek. 

“I love you, Harry,” he said. It was the only thing in life that would always be true. 

“Maybe it took seeing that potion exploding all over you to really know it,” Harry stuttered. “To get some grip of what it feels like to watch the person you are so irrevocably in love with be hurt like that.” Draco balanced his forehead to Harry’s. “I’m sorry. So sorry.”

Draco shook his head, his nose knocking into Harry’s. 

“I spoke to McGonagall,” Harry said, tears and snot and hope skittering down his face. “The Defense job is open.”

Draco leaned back abruptly and held onto Harry’s shoulders. “What are you saying?”

Harry smiled wetly. “I’m going to be a professor.”

Draco didn’t care how badly his skin was still residually burning, or how much it would hurt to crash into someone so forcibly that gravity lost its hold and they went tumbling back. Harry would take him to St. Mungo’s. 

Harry was holding him tight, and kissing him all over his face, and now Draco was crying. He was so relieved. Relief. What a strange word. Brought about by a renewed promise to stay by Draco’s side. Draco never would’ve asked Harry to quit his job as an Auror. It wasn’t his place. If Harry loved it, then Harry should have it. But Draco couldn’t lie to himself. This was better. This meant keeping Harry close and loving him for as long time stretched on, and it was better. 

<3

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[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Can i get a #15 for... Melone?

Sure thing

The loneliness

(Yandere Melone X female Reader)

Melone wasn't the type to get angry, if anything he was the antagonistic one but right now his blood was boiling and his eyebrows twitched as he saw you walking hand in hand with someone else.

Dumped because his love was "suffocating" only to find you clinging on someone else weeks later. However he couldn't say anything, he couldn't even call you a whore if he tried. He still thought so highly of you and he just wanted you back so badly.

He knew that they were just fooling around with you and using you. He knew he treated you much better then they ever would. He gritted his teeth in anger. Why would you chose this bastard over him? This bastard didn't even deserve you. They didn't deserve to live.

💻💻💻

The next Monday night he snuck into their apartment, luckily that they were the only ones there, usually he would have his stand do all the dirty work but he was livid to the point where he believed that simply pulling them to pieces with Babyface wasn't enough. So he drugged his poor unsuspecting victim and tied them to a chair.

"Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!" Your lover  screamed as they thrashed around in their restraints as they regained consciousness.

"Oh didn't (Y/n) tell you... I'm her real boyfriend..." He said as he had his tight grip on the wrench he had found not to long before.

"and I'm here to show you what happens those who are messing with my lady" he replied as he  hit them in the face with it, causing a tooth to fly straight out of their mouth.

"You... You're that... Crazy ex she mentioned" he muttered as he continued to thrash around.

"She said that about me... Oh now that's just mean of her, I'll have to remind myself to punish her later" he said in a mockingly hurt tone.

"Don't you dare hurt her!" They yelled, which caused Melone to laugh like a maniac.

"Says you, you wouldn't give a crap if she got hurt!" He yelled.

"You're just a pathetic womaniser! No one could truely love her as much as me!" He continued before putting the wrench down on the dinning table and picked up something else, a pair of scissors.

"I'm so sick of that lying tongue of yours" he hissed as he twirled the metal against their lips.

"I'm just about ready to-" he was stopped by the quick beep of a cellphone which came from their pocket. He swiftly snatched it before looking at the message that caused goosebumps to form over his skin in excitement.

"(Y/n)'s coming over in an hour... But I guess that gives me enough time to finish you off and clean myself up" he said as he put the phone down and dragged the chair to a room upstairs where it wouldn't be so easy for you to see just incase he lost track of time, It's not like he hadn't gotten away with murder before.

💻💻💻

"I'm here!" You yelled as you walked into your lovers house and took off your jacket and shoes only leaving you in the dress you had worn out to see your friends earlier tonight. You heard the faint sound of the water running through the plumbing system.

'they must be in the the shower' you thought as you began to walk to the kitchen until you entered the dinning room and stepped on something. You let out a groan in pain as you lifted your foot and saw a tooth on the floor.

'how did this get here' you thought as you picked it up and put it on the dinning table. You noticed the wrench on the table and thought not much of it, maybe they had just fixed up a leaky pipe; you had always known the plumbing was a bit dodgy in this place.

You placed down the bag and keys beside the wrench before heading upstairs. You could hear the patter of water coming from the bathroom

"Hey honey it's me, I'm just going to check the spare room, I think I left one of my earrings in there" you explained. The pipe let out a horrible bang and screech as the water was turned off like it always did but when you opened the door you saw something that made you sick.

Your lover was tied to a chair. Their head had been nearly bludgeoned and blood trickled out their agape mouth from the small section of muscle of their tongue cut off.

You let out a scream as you ran towards them.

"What happened to you?!" You screamed out.

That fear suddenly turned into sadness as you realised they were already dead.

"(Y/n)... You arrived sooner then you specified..." A familiar voice behind you muttered. You flinched as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Melone..." You stuttered.

"Yes amore... It's me..." He whispered in your ear.

You began to sob uncontrollably over their body.

"Just forget about them, alright? I know it's going to be hard, but you can't think about them anymore" he lulled to you.

"You bastard! You killed him! How am I supposed to forget this?!" You yelled you tightened your grip on your deceased lovers body.

"I will never forgive you for doing such a thing! If you're doing this to win me back then you've got no luck, I'd rather die then be with you again, you maniac!" You continued as you finally turned back to look at him. He was soaking wet with a baggy pair of jeans and a plain tee shirt that belonged lovers. His blue and green eyes stared down at you.

"Oh amore... Don't say something you'll regret" he muttered as he kneeled down and played with a few strands of your hair.

"One way I'll make you love me again..." He lulled as he forced you into a passionate kiss, forcing his tongue in your mouth and letting it graze upon every inch of your mouth before pulling away.

"Why are giving me such a disgusted look, you use to love it when I did that... That alway got you excited..." He whispered as he traced his finger along your body.

"What's it gonna take to get you to be mine again amore...  Coz I'm willing to do anything, even if means having to put you through the loneliness that you put me through" he said.

"Now I know your scared but I just need you to let me do something real quick..." He said as he grabbed a laptop like object

#yandere x reader #yandere jjba #yandere #melone #melone x reader #spacy works

[niceness6of9gemini]

Hogwarts Mystery Adventures: The Haywood Situation Pt.2

Part 1 here: https://niceness6of9gemini.tumblr.com/post/177194297826/hogwarts-mystery-adventures-the-haywood-situation

(Adding a bit more fluff to the relationship of Penny and my MC Isaac. Event takes place after 4th year cursed vault adventure)

(Metamorphmagus male MC (Isaac Rose) x Penny Haywood)

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Many things were racing through Issac’s mind; from Dumbledore to the giant spider to the clues given to him from the last vault. The most important thing on his mind was the safety of his friends. From the support of Penny, Charlie, Bill and Hagrid he was barely able to make it back from the dangerous exhibition. But the only thing truly on his mind was Penny; he cared for her too much. After having various conversations and advice given from Andre and Tonks he grew less nervous but even from hearing her name his heart starts beating faster. As much as he wants to tell Penny the truth; he fears that whoever has been hunting him would use her to get Isaac’s attention.

Issac finds himself on a hillside not too far from Hagrid’s Hut sitting alone on the damp, cool ground. Feeling the cool late spring breeze and basking in the sun lost in thought. What Isaac didn’t realize that Penny approached him sooner than he thought but has yet to notice.

“Hey Isaac.” Penny spoke softly. Isaac turned his head slowly towards her as she gave off the most bright smile.

“Hey Penny. Come sit with me, the weather feels amazing.” Isaac invited, patting his hand on the ground on the right side. Not thinking twice, Penny joined Isaac. “Look Penny I’m sorry about what happened...I didn’t expect a  Acromantula to attack us from the blue, but you kicked butt with that dancing/positive potion you stunned it with.”

“It was noble what you did after Professor Dumbledore came to rescue us,” Penny began. “You stuck up for us, not many would do that especially in a sticky situation like that.”

“Don’t mention it please,” Isaac responded with grace.

“I still can’t believe Ben was R.” Penny sighed. “He literally almost killed you.”

“I still have mixed feeling about the situation. I’m not convinced he did it...I’m not even convinced that he’s actually R to be honest...” Isaac started to wander away from the conversation. A million thoughts racing through his mind: from R, to Rakepick, to Dumbledore, to Merula and all of his friends. Just the thought of anyone else getting in danger made him sick to his stomach.

“Bill is an amazing curse breaker himself, I’m glad he was able to protect us from the rest of the spiders surrounding us.” Penny changed the subject, calming the situation.

“Speaking of Bill, I’m just glad I’m able to stay a prefect,” Isaac sighed in relief. “But this detention sentence is gonna be so irritating. I actually feel sorry for how they treat house elves here in the UK.”

“How so?” Penny wondered.

“In America House Elves are treated as equals to witches and wizards,” Isaac retorted. “Here...they are treated as slaves. It’s a literal violation to civil rights.”

“It sad,” Penny said. “But it can’t be helped.”

“True.” Isaac spoke again.

Penny and Isaac stayed silence enjoying one another’s company. Without Isaac noticing; Penny proceeded to move slowly towards Issac’s side.

“Penny I want to tell you somethi-” Isaac felt a nudge on his shoulder; he looked right into Penny’s eyes as they met. “...something important.”

“Yes?” Penny’s expression brightened.

“Well firstly I’m worried,” Isaac nearly hesitated. “You wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with if it wasn’t for me. If I were to take this chance to tell you how I feel about you then I wouldn’t want my enemies to get to you to get to me,” Isaac heart began to beat at a faster pace, nearly shivering and palms very sweaty, frantically shifting his eyes away from Penny as she hasn’t lost focus. “You became an important part of my life ever since we met; and if I were to lose you then I wouldn’t forgive myself and--”

“Shh.” Penny placed two of her right fingers over Isaac’s lips. “Like I said earlier this year, I can take care of myself.” Penny smiled moving her fingers away. “If you ask of it, I’ll help you.”

“But I-” Isaac soon was interrupted by Penny again, but this time she grasped on Isaac’s hand squeezing it tightly. Isaac was speechless, not knowing what to say next.

“Please shut up, Isaac.” Penny moved her right hand towards Isaac’s cheek, caressing it smoothly. Isaac grew calm letting her continue. “You’re too busy talking and saving everyone’s lives multiple times but no one has saved yours. So...let me save you the best way I can.” Penny moved locks of her hair away from her face, then leaned slowly towards him. Isaac’s breathing came in sync with Penny’s once again; he retorted to Penny’s gestures, leaning in towards Penny as well. Soon their lips brushed together, emotions flared between them both as they continued kissing. A moment passed, soon they parted lips then glanced back into each others eyes both giving wide smiles and small nervous giggles.

“So...does this mean...” Isaac licked his lips.

“It means you belong to me now.” Penny gave an evil grin. “You better write to me this summer or you will feel my wrath come next year, sweetheart.” Penny leaned her head on Isaac’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around Isaac’s right arm, looking into the distance enjoying the sunny afternoon.

“You mischievous girl.” Isaac smirked. “Clever. You caught me hook, line and sinker.”  

“By the way, love. My sister will be starting her first year once the new term starts; she anxious to meet you after all the stories I told her.” Penny’s eyes widened. “Pretty sure she’ll be overjoyed to join us on our quest somehow.”

“Well let’s make sure she gets the warmest welcome possible.” Isaac leaned his head on Penny’s, blissfully enjoying every second with his now proclaimed girlfriend. Confident as ever; Isaac has never felt safer knowing he can turn to Penny for help, giving him hope for the future to come.

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Sidestory: About Time (Starts at the beginning of when Penny meets with Isaac)

Rowan, Tulip, Tonks, Charlie and Barnaby were hiding together in trees 20 feet away from where Isaac was sitting; Practically waiting for Penny to show up.

“So why are we hiding again?” Barnaby asked his surrounding friends in pure confusion.

“SHHH!!” Tulip hushed Barnaby. “Penny is showing up, we got to be a quiet as possible.”

“This is ridiculous,” Rowan rolled his eyes. “I mean I always knew they had a thing for each other but why are we spying on them?”

“Because Rowan, I need witnesses to ensure my plan works.” Tonks retorted. “I’ve been prepping Penny for this for weeks; Isaac is nervous around her so it will take him a while to confess; then Penny will take charge like the brave woman that she is, ensnaring him for the kiss.”

“Bloody hell, Tonks.” Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Every time you plan something it somehow backfires and you receive detention because of it; you better not placed a dung bomb or something as Penny sits next to him.”

“I’m insulted, Charlie Weasley!” Tonks snapped. “Penny has been wanting to confess her feeling to him since third year!”

“Quiet guys, Penny is sitting down next to him.” Tulip kept watch as the other soon gazed towards their direction. “I can’t hear anything. The branches brushing together are too loud.” Tulip whispered towards the rest of the crew.

“All I heard was Dumbledore and rescue.” Rowan tried to listen in to hear more but the rustling leaves were blocking out the voices.

“I can just imagine how this will go,” Tonks soon began to morph her face into Penny’s. “Oh Isaac, you are a brave and noble wizard; I’m madly in love with you.” She then morphed her face to Isaac’s. “Oh sugarplum, you are so beautiful and smart; please be my girlfriend.” Barnaby snickered at Tonks’ failed imitation of both Isaac’s and Penny’s voices as she miraculously shifted from both facial and hair structures.  

“Ok guys, she’s moving closer to him.” Tulip spoke as everyone near her gathered where she was observing. “What’s Isaac saying?”

“Oh no...” Rowan grew worried. “I know those gestures; he does that when he gets nervous, He’ll blow it.”

“No Rowan, do not lose hope. Penny will make the move and Isaac will finish for her.” Tonks grinned her teeth. “Do not ruin this for me.”

“Wait so is Isaac supposed to make the move first or Penny; I’m lost.” Barnaby raised an eyebrow.

“Barnaby your default emotion is lost.” Tulip rolled her eyes towards Barnaby. “SHHH!! She’s making the move.”

“C’mon Isaac, go for it!” Rowan cheered on his best friend as they continued to watch them.

“Yes. He’s leaning in...” Tonks nearly squeaked in pure joy. From what the group was observing; both Penny and Isaac leaned towards each other as their lips met. Everyone watching smiles widened. “YES!!” Tonks did a combination of a whisper-yell.

“Well congratulations Tonks,” Tulip continued to look towards them. “Your plan worked!”

“This is so nice.” Charlie looked towards Tonks. “Someone should paint a picture of this moment.”

“Why would someone paint a picture of 2 people snogging?” Barnaby stroked his chin, obvious to the situation.

“Shut up, Barnaby.” Everyone around him snapped at him.

“What?” Barnaby giggled. “I’m just saying.”

“I wonder what Penny’s sister is gonna think of this,” Tonks faced the group. “Penny tells me that her sister is a fan of Isaac’s, next year is gonna be bumpy.”

“Hold on...” Barnaby responded as everyone looked towards him. “Penny has a sister, since when?” The rest of the group sighed in concern, but in the end knowing that even the dumbest questions are the smartest.

#jacob’s sibling #penny haywood #nympadora tonks #barnaby lee #rowan khanna #tulip karasu #charlie weasley

[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

It's like everytime some shit goes bad or I feel wronged, my head starts spiraling, spinning like grandma's record player.

Thinking bout Jay, Ayunna, Terrell, Tatyana, My old jobs, sometimes in that exact order...

Just anything that pisses me off or feels similar and I'm ready to strike again, I'm ready to beat some ass for making my heart feel cold, feel numb like this.

The idea that people don't care about my well being, my mental health, just like these 4 idiots.

I want them executed from my life, burned like witches at the stake for causing me pain in my brain, my heart, the headaches....the tears I don't tell anybody about from remembering every single little thing about when they wronged me, they played me, Jay pushed me away, taty pushed me off of her and told me she didn't want me to touch her, Ayunna using me and Jay not caring cause they were doing it too....Its like I can't even yell at them anymore or tell them how it feels to be hurt a year or more after they hit me on my back. That spot Jay hit me at....

I'll always remember and that's what sucks. And these assholes don't even give a fuck because it's not their pain.

If they could take a walk in my shoes, with my enormous brain remembering everything and everything playing in my head like silly school children in my class, talking about my past, what I wanna be, where I wanna be, and then time is calling you but you don't even know if you're actually in the wrong class or distracted from what's the truth.

I hate looking through bad mirrors, they make you see that I chose to be with them all. All four of them and I did not like it. I dated Terrell to get over the fact that Jay didn't want a commitment with me but still wanted me to be the groupie, the friend, dragging me in, leading me on whenever I would try to actually get the relationship I deserved. A real life, hugging, loving, kissing boyfriend from which I thought was him, I thought it was Teddy and it wasn't right. He ended up revealing his true self that he tried to hide from me, and all I ever wanted to do with him was to forget Jay, stop liking Jay, and be treated to a date by somebody who actually wants to kiss me whenever we want to, hold my hand, walk me down the street, proud to claim me and make me feel special, like it was just him and me. And Teddy cuddled me all night long, he even hugged me. Sex felt so much nicer with him because he let me do whatever I wanted to with him and we even did public stuff. Like there was no rules and I was so happy to be finally treated and wanted that 1st couple of weeks with him. Jay never let me do any of that with them because of Ayunna, but real talk I think it was because of Jay's dysphoria and intimacy issues as the reason why we never made out, never held hands, and Jay only hugged me once out of 2yrs of us being friends and I've never met a person who had such a serious against, against approach to commitment, sex, kissing, or even just me asking them some personal questions about their past. It was like they were so scared for me to see them without the masks on masks they wear around Ayunna and especially other people's families.

Jay wasn't the right man I was looking for to have a family with, even though I got so close to them, but they weren't close to me. Only time Jay revealed something was when they figured I was gonna leave or date somebody else.

which also leads to my other rebound Taty, who I just blocked on insta cause I hate seeing her face now since she won't do the reciprocal courtesy of returning me my only hoodie from College. I want it back cause it's mine, and I alreadypaid $10 to get hers sent back. She's slow and petty. and it's already been a year since I broke up with her. At first I thought we could be friends after breakup, but I realized her being the nicest girl.....at first.....then switching up on me, blowing me off, not talking, ignoring texts for hrs just to play video games after I already waited to text her when she usually got up at 3pm or 5pm due to her lupus....that should have ended sooner because I wanted a gf to do gf stuff with, like yes, serious relationship with somebody who actually went out of their way to sow me a handmade pillow by herself and even wrote a beautiful love letter, like I always wanted to have from someone who means alot to me. Poetry included.

I really thought taty wouldn't let me down and was serious about me like she had meant in her gifts and attention in the beginning. I didn't like how after she told me her depression was making her disconnect from me, that she goes and hangs out with her friends more, not really making plans with me anymore, like I was the one planning quality time...

And she didn't care how that made me feel and I felt so alone about it. Like they went on a trip up in the great lakes and she didn't think to ask me if I wanted to come and other people bfs went....like wow

Slowly cutting me off, like if you were losing interest in me why not say so, so I could end it earlier?

And then she goes to tell me she's dating her married friend, whose wedding we were supposed to go to together. Like no wonder, you blew off quality time with me to go stay at her house after the bridal shower? And I took a 40 min ride all the way up there to come see you....like get your priorities straight.

Obviously I didn't matter that much to you, so yea I broke up with you.

There's only so many times I can tolerate being blown off or pushed away and then I go ghost, I go cold and numb, and yes the truth is revealed, and then I turn into a bitch. And I hate getting like that. Especially if I'm over on the other side, by myself, cause weren't communicating with me.

And I hate her for that shit too. Cause she thinks she did nothing wrong. As if she has every right to keep my Hoodie, my personal property, just because you don't feel like it. Your grandma practically still takes care of you. We ain't a good match either.

so now I'm alone....no new friends yet....still bitching.

cause I don't know if the next time I trust somebody, are they gonna use me, make fun of me like JA, take my money, hurt my soul, and showoff that they care in front of my face, but really out here doing shit behind your back for themselves...

I don't trust anybody right now, not even family so much too. And I don't wanna go down that road.

Maybe I just need to go in the gym like Hodgetwins and get so swollen and buffed up that it won't matter how exes used to treat you in your old body. They can't disrespect in my new one, cause Imma feel 10x better, and 10x stronger than before. Cause I don't want no immature, shallow fuckboats try to treat love like its a business or a silly little ass girl who don't even know the 1st thing about true, mature relationships like I've seen or had to deal with all by myself.

I've never had a partner who treated me like their future was present and that I was the only woman they needed in their life to really make my dream of real true love come true. And I'm disappointed in everybody who let me down and to believing that the right one for me is gonna treat me right, and not hurt me like the dumb bitches they all were. I hate them for that. They make me wanna give up my love for love and just work without even really going for anything because it's scary.

It's scary knowing that even when someone who asks you out, tells you they like you, hugs you and kisses you, can switch up on you and not think you're the one that whole experience you were with them.

I trusted everyone and they hurt me right back.

And they didn't care

And I can't make them see that, how unfair it was to be always waiting, being treated like I was so unwanted, but just want me to be there when they wanted me to.

It hurts that I can't call or see Jay face to face to actually get closure on why the fuck did you play with my head for so long and my heart for so many years, while you jeopardized every sexual relationship I'll ever have later on in life because I can't trust another man, another girl, who kisses me or even touches me because I'll always think I need to wait or runaway before they hurt me like you did me. Lying to me with a smile, a kiss meant nothing to you, but it did to me and you knew that. You steady manipulated and led me on, thinking that we could just move on from the damage because you didn't want to say sorry or treat me better, or do things right. You always acted like when I tried to call you out, I was too emotional, too sensitive when honestly the stuff that you said, the things you did, I could have sent you to jail for.

You're a dirty, low down thief, a tyrant, an opportunist. And I hate every single piece of shit who reminds me of you. The sociopathic, sadist, Narcissist with dissociative identity disorder that they probably need to see a psychiatrist for to get that checked every year. Jay abused me and used me, and I thought the power of love would have brought us together in peace, in good harmony, able to speak our minds freely and friendly, be on one accord with each other.

But Jay's too sick in the head to even care or even Apologize and own up to what they said. Felt like chutes and ladders, always going up and down and around my old self for them. Even bringing my child like self into the bedroom, the one I should have kept protected.

Jay is nothing but a coward, a weakling. Changing their name to escape the past they brought upon themselves or was inflicted on them by someone else. Never really showing who they truly are or who they care for, except Ayunna. Just like playing cards. They played themselves when they thought I could never change, I could never learn who they were, when they repeat the same moves in different stories.

Jay never thought that I could outgrow them and they not know where I am or who I'm bringing a baby home to, or who I am today. Jay needs help, medicine, therapy and a solid family home.

And I have to keep forgiving even on days like today when it's hard to not think about grandma and me not wanting to go to this interview because I don't need anymore pressure 🙃

..

[auncyen]

AND SUDDENLY, I WROTE A BUNCH MORE, AND THIS PART ENDED IN A SCENE I NEVER EXPECTED, AND DEAR GOD THEY DIDN'T EVEN GET OFF CALDISLA This is part 2 of the "Ringabel has hanahaki" request, I'm going to reiterate that I expect future parts to be faster, but given how this part is actually maybe less than half of what I first expected part 2 to be, I am not fully confident in that assessment Part 1 is here.

I always knew there was going to be a scene for Ringabel telling Edea his flowers were for her and Edea going first, no, second, you can get those out y'know. I just didn't expect it to end up there, but there it is!

#Ringabel #Edea Lee #bravely default #one-sided rindea #will it ever be requited? ringabel sure hopes so #bravely default fic #hanahaki

[fictionalabyss]

John’s truck.

Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!reader (Wincest), John

Word count : 4,897

Warnings : WINCEST!, Incest, Smut, cheating.

 Final part of The Winchester Curse.

That’s how things went for over a year. Whichever brother got alone time with you, took advantage of it, never both of them together, which you didn’t mind since you knew Sam could get jealous.

And they would sneak as much time together as they could for themselves. They would buy you something if you managed to occupy John for a bit to give them some time. A few times, they would go ahead to check into the motel while you and John went to eat. Dean would buy you anything your heart desired if they managed to get a few hours out of it. Mostly you just got new clothes out of the deal. You didn’t really want for much, and you loved dragging him around from store to store, and the look on his face as you tried on clothes for him.

At one store, he couldn’t take it. “Let me help you with that.” His eyes were dark with lust as he went into the changing room with you. He fingered you hard while you jerked him off, his free hand covering your mouth so you’d be quiet. It only worked so well. Let’s just say, you were banned from that particular store. Both of you laughing as you hit the sidewalk after being escorted out.

Oh you got kicked out of places with Sam too. A library, actually. After he fucked you against a shelf in a corner. You had worn a short skirt Dean had bought you the week before, and were looking something up for him on a hunt he was helping some hunter with two towns over. Sam had walked up behind you, pushed up your skirt, moved your panties aside and slid right in once he had a condom on. “Don’t you dare stop reading that.” He told you as he started thrusting. You tried to focus on the words, biting your lip hard trying to keep quiet. You both would have gone unnoticed, until some perv spotted you, and jerked off while he watched. Only he wasn’t careful and got caught. Sam gave him a black eye for getting caught once everyone was outside.

A few times they heard you with someone else in your room, but again, never saw who it was. Though they did play a game of “Guess the Fuck” whenever they hit the bar. Pointing out likely suspects. You would just shake your head every time and laugh.

It never once hit you that you might be someone’s dirty little secret. Let alone both of theirs. You didn’t figure it out until one day you walked into their motel room.

“Feeling any better sweetheart?” Dean asked as you shut the door behind you. You had been sick on and off for about two weeks now. John was sure you had the flu and told the boys to follow with you when you got better.

“We uh… We need to talk.”

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked and closed his laptop.

You stepped up to the table they both sat at, and put something down between them. They both glanced down. “Shit..” Dean picked up the pregnancy test. “Dad’s gonna flip..”

“Yeah.” You said softly.

“Will you finally tell us who you’ve been fucking?” Dean looked up. “Oh god, is he even in this town, or do I need to hunt him down?”

You looked at him confused. “You don’t need to hunt anyone down, Dean..”

“Do you know who it is?”

“I have an idea..”

“Jesus christ.” Dean grumbled. “That’ll be a fun fucking call, won’t it. Hey dad, your little angel is pregnant, and she thinks she might know who’s it is.”

“Don’t be an asshole, Dean.” Sam shot at him.

“Considering it might be yours.” You glared at him..

“What?!” Sam and Dean both looked surprised. Dean looking at you, but Sam at him. “You’re still fucking her!?”

“It can’t be mine…” He mumbled.

“Are you kidding me right now Dean!?” Sam stood up from his chair. “We agreed!”

“It could also be yours.” You looked up at Sam.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean scoffed, looking up at Sam. “So ready to fucking jump down my throat. Anything else you’re keeping from me?”

“Are y- Are you two serious right now?!” You glanced between them. “Neither of you knew!?” You moved back until your legs hit the bed and you dropped down to sit on it.

“How could you do that to me, Dean, you knew how I felt.”

“Me!? What about you!”

You stared at the floor, breath getting heavy while their yelling faded into background noise. “How could you both do that to me…” Tears started to well up in your eyes, you didn’t even know if they heard you. “I can’t believe you would both do that to me, put me in the middle like that for over a year.”

“A year!? You cheated on me for a fucking year!?” Dean growled.

“Like you’re fucking innocent here Dean.” Sam spat back. “One and done. Those were the fucking rules. She got two, each of us once and we agreed that was fucking it!”

“Obviously you didn’t give a shit about the rules when you kept fucking her! Or do they only apply to me so you don’t get fucking jealous? Because that right there, is bullshit Sam, and you know it.”

You shook your head, and got up and walked out without another word. You went to your room, locked the door and curled up in your bed. You glanced over at the second bed that had been John’s when he had been in town. You wished he was there. He’d be pissed about you being pregnant, but he’d comfort you while you cried.

“Winchester curse.” You mumbled before a hand went to your stomach. “I’m sorry.”

You fell asleep crying to the sound of Sam and Dean fighting still. You could make out a good chunk of what they said. They were both swearing they used condoms, and arguing which one of them obviously fucked up. You jolted awake to the door slamming, and the Impala tearing out of the parking lot. You pulled the pillow closer and went back to sleep.

A few hours later, you woke up to banging against the wall. It took you a minute to realize they were fucking, and it sounded almost brutal. In the silence of the room, and them being against the wall between the two rooms, you could make out bits and pieces. “Remember, you’re fucking mine. Only mine.” Sam was reminding Dean. “You try and bring another fucking bar whore here, Dean. I’ll make you fucking regret it, do you hear me?”

“Yes! Fuck!” You heard Dean cry out. You sighed, and rolled over. At least they were working it out. Or so you thought.

They were fighting again the next morning. You didn’t know what about specifically now, and stayed in your room, keeping out of it. You waited for it to stop, but it never did. Not until Dean stormed out again. A few minutes after the Impala was gone, you heard Sam punch the wall and scream out a curse. Pulling on your shoes, you grabbed a sweater and left your room. Your stomach had been growling for at least an hour, and it was getting close to lunchtime. Normally, one of them would bring you food, but you weren’t about to wait for them. Not today.

Walking past the bar, you glanced in the window, and saw Dean. Your heart broke at the sight of him sitting there downing glass after glass of whiskey. You tore your eyes away and kept walking.

It was almost 2pm when there was a knock at your door. You got up and opened it to see Dean. “You need to eat.” He said softly, holding out a bag. He looked so broken. “Sorry I didn’t come sooner…”

“I ate, Dean.” You told him gently. “I went to the diner earlier today. Brought back my leftovers. I figured you two would be too occupied to worry about me.”

“You went out?”

You nodded. “I saw you drinking in the bar.” You took the bag from him and stepped in. “But thank you, it smells really good.” You turned and gave him a soft smile. “Are you two going to be okay?”

“I don’t know.” He admitted softly, stepping inside just enough to lean on the wall. “I really don’t know. We fucked up pretty bad this time. And it doesn’t just affect us.” His green eyes met yours. “I was so fucking careful with you.. I-”

“You both were, Dean. Neither of you ever forgot a condom.. Sometimes it just happens. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “I should apologize to you, you’re right, we had no right to put you in the middle like that. Especially not for so long. I just-” He swallowed. “I couldn’t get enough. It was like the first time I was with Sammy, I just needed more. No matter how wrong it was. It felt so good, so right. I’m so sorry. And I don’t think he can forgive me for this. I don’t know if I can forgive him. It’s just so fucked.”

“Give it time, Dean. And try not to yell at each other so much.”

He nodded. “I’ll see ya later, sweetheart. Thanks.” He turned and walked out, only to be met by Sam.

“Is that where you’ve been all day? I won’t let you touch me so you run back to her?”

“Give it a rest, Sam. I brought her fucking food, she’s pregnant and needs to eat.”

“If she was hungry, she could have came to me, I would have taken her to get something.” He shot back.

“Well she fucking didn’t okay, apparently she left the fucking motel and you didn’t even notice! You’re suppose to be watching her. Keeping her safe. Fuck Dad’s going to be pissed as it is.. If something else would have happened-”

“You’re the one who keeps fucking taking off to drink and fuck. Do you think I can’t smell it on you?! Give me a fucking break, Dean. You’re the fucking protector, you’re the one who -”

“Enough!” You yelled at them. “Fuck off, both of you! I don’t need this shit right now.” And with that you slammed the door.

“Way to go, Sammy.” You heard Dean scoff.

“Me!?”

“Yeah you.” You knew Dean was walking away from your door as his voice faded. “We were fucking talking shit out before…”

You dropped into a chair at your table and glanced at your phone. Part of you wanted to call John and beg him to come get you. Or maybe Bobby. You knew he’d take you in in a heartbeat and you could get away from this. Instead, you started looking up clinics in the area as you pulled out the food Dean brought you and started to pick at it.

Two days of bickering. Two days of you on your own because you didn’t feel like listening to them, or having to chose between them so you shut them both out. You had an appointment at the clinic today. You had made up your mind, you knew what you would do and you wanted your brothers there to help you through this. You went to knock on their door, but were met with more arguing. Sighing, you decided not to bother them and headed back to your room. “Guess it’s just you and me..” You mumbled to yourself.

“Hi, I uh- I have an appointment..”

The girl behind the desk looked up and smiled a genuinely sweet smile. “Your name? And how far along are you”

“Y/N, Y/L/N. And I think I’m about 7-8 weeks?”

She typed it into her computer, and a moment later looked up again with a smile. “Have a seat.” She motioned to the nearby chairs. “The doctor will see you shortly, you’re next.”

“Thanks..” You took a deep breath and headed for the chairs. Feeling eyes on you, you glanced up and she was watching you, taking you in for a moment with an expression on her face you couldn’t place.

She looked back at her computer for a moment, looking at who your appointment was with and looked back up at you. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah?” You looked worried.

“Do you not have someone to stay with you during this?” You shook your head. “Would you like me to call someone for you?”

You looked down. “There’s no one to call.”

She was quiet for a moment, making you look up. There was sadness in her eyes. “Uh.. I’m going on my lunch break in a bit. I-If you want, I can sit with you?” You furrowed your brow a bit at that. “I mean, I don’t want to overstep or anything, but you look terrified. And I know why you’re here just by the name of the doctors on your appointment.” She gave you a small smile. “No one should be alone during this. I’ll grab you a bottle of water from the back, and I’ll sit with you if you want. Just to have someone hold your hand.”

You gave her a small nod. “I’d like that, thank you.”

She smiled. “I go on break in about 10 minutes. If you get called in first, just let her know I’ll be joining you. My name’s Willow.” Your eyebrows went up at that, and she chuckled. “My mom liked to think of herself as a bit of a hippie.”

“It’s a nice name.”

You spoke with the doctor, and Willow was with you the whole time. She didn’t say much, she just sat with you. Anytime you felt scared, or overwhelmed, she’d take your hand in hers, and give it a light squeeze and a smile.

Then came the ultrasound. You were nervous, but Willow was still there with a smile. “Thank you, for sitting with me.” You told her as the tech squirted the cool jelly onto your stomach.

She shrugged. “It’s nothing, really. I know how scary it can be. I uh- I went through it myself once.” She gave you a smile. “I didn’t have anyone with me either. And the emotions hit hard after, sometimes they never really go away. But someone there to share in that moment, those emotions, it makes a difference. You don’t feel so alone. I try to do that for someone as much as I can.”

“Ready?” The tech asked, wand in hand.

You took a deep breath and nodded. As soon as you saw it on the screen, you froze. “Is that…”

She took a couple measurements. “You’re about 10 weeks, not 8.” She hit a button, and the heart beat had you tearing up.

You closed your eyes, trying not to cry. “You’re changing your mind, aren’t you?” Willow asked softly, her hand took yours. “I know that look. You can’t do it. It’s okay. If you need more time, we’ll sit and talk, whatever you decide, it’ll be okay.”

Dean banged on your door. “Come on sweetheart, you can’t give me the silent treatment forever.. You need to eat.” He banged again.

“Jesus, Dean. The whole motel can hear you.” Sam shoved Dean out of the way and glanced around before picking the lock.

Dean rolled his eyes, and pushed past Sam as soon as the door was open. “Princess?” He put the bag down on the table. The room was empty, so he went to check the bathroom. “Did she go out on her own again? I told her to stop fucking doing that..” He came back into the main room.

“Dean…..” Sam picked up a paper and key that had been under the bag Dean had put down. Dean grabbed the note out of Sam’s hand.

Dear Sam and Dean,

I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I can't be the wedge between you. I have a clinic appointment today, m y mind is set on what I'll do, but when I went to get you, hoping you would both be there for me, you were too busy arguing.

I left the motel room key, please check me out. I'm hoping by the time you realize you haven't seen me today and pick the lock, I'll be long gone. Just tell dad I took off with some guy or something. I'll reach out to him when I'm ready to.

I promise.

Just let me disappear, Dean. I know how hard that will be for you, but please. I plan on making it hard for you to follow me, so just let me go.

Just let me disappear.

I love you both.

Y/N

“SHIT!” Dean yelled. “SHIT!” He pulled out his phone. “Dad.. It’s Dean. She’s gone. No, I don’t know when, or where.. She’s just fucking gone!” Sam picked up the note, and his heart broke reading it, then he looked up at the panic in Dean’s face. “I’ll find her, Dad. If it’s the last fucking thing I do, I’ll find her.”

When Dean hung up the phone, Sam tossed him the key. “You check her out. I’ll look up every clinic in the area. We’ll split up and find her. She can’t of gone far.”

“Sam, we don’t even know when her appointment was. It’s almost dinner time.”

“Then stop wasting time.” Sam shoved Dean out the door before doing a check of the room, and grabbing the bag of food and heading to their room to grab his laptop.

Dean sighed as he walked into the last clinic he had to check. They had been at it for a while. “Hi, can I help you?” The lady at the desk smiled up at him.

“Yeah, uh, I’m hoping you can. I’m looking for my sister.” he pulled out his phone, and showed her a picture. “She had an appointment at a clinic, I was suppose to take her but she never showed up, and she hasn’t come back home. I’m really worried about her. I’ve been checking every clinic. This is my last stop.”

She looked up from the phone, and looked at Dean. “Your sister?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah. She was pretty scared. Our dad doesn’t know she’s pregnant, and she’s terrified to tell him. She probably would have been scared if she did this alone. I don’t even know if she made it to her appointment. Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. Please, can you just check?”

“I don’t need to…” She told him softly. “She was here.”

Relief flashed over his face. “When!? She hasn’t come back, we have no idea where she is, my brother and I are tearing the town apart. Please, anything you can tell me..”

“I’m sorry.” She gave him an apologetic look. “Policy and all. I can’t tell you much. She did make her appointment. I sat with her. It was around 11:45, and I had my lunch break at that time. She was scared, so I went in with her. She told me she had no one to call.”

“Fuck..” He groaned and looked at his watch. “Can you tell me how long she was here?”

“She left just before 1.”

“Five hours.. She’s been missing for over five fucking hours.” He groaned. “She could be anywhere…”

“I’m sorry I can’t help you more. She was pretty upset when she left. Maybe she just needed some space…”

He nodded, but knew that wasn’t true. “You did a lot. For me and her. Thank you.” She gave him a small smile. He pulled out a card. “If she happens to come back, I know it’s a long shot but.. Please, call me?”

“Of course.” She glanced down at the card as he started for the door. “Wait, you’re FBI?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

She licked her lips. “One sec.” She hurried into a back room and a few minutes later, came out with a two papers. “I shouldn’t do this, I could lose my job. But she was really sweet, and I’d hate for something bad to happen to her.” She slid him the papers. “It’s not much, just a quick assessment of the pregnancy, how far along she is, in case you need that for a missing persons. And the picture.”

“Thank you-”

“Willow.” she smiled.

“Thank you so much, Willow. Seriously, I owe you one.” She gave him a smile as he headed out, looking down at the ultrasound picture.

“Please tell me you had better luck than I did.” Sam was hurrying up the path.

“She was here…” He couldn’t take his eyes off the picture. “She was here, Sammy. Five hours ago. Shit. what do we tell Dad?” He asked as he handed Sam the ultrasound picture and the paper.

Sam looked over the notes, then the picture. “Nothing about this. Not yet. Says she was meeting about an abortion…. Doesn’t say if she went through with it..”

“Fuck, Sam.” Dean wanted to cry thinking of his little sister going through that alone.

“Please, Sammy. Please tell me you got something?”

“Dean, it’s been months.” Sam looked up from his laptop, glancing at Dean who was driving down an empty highway in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.

“She can’t have just fucking vanished, Sam. There has to be some fucking sign of her. We’re hunters, for fuck sake!”

“So was she, Dean. I mean sure, she never worked a case, but we trained her.”

“Yeah, too fucking well.” Dean grumbled with a sigh.

“Look, I’ve checked, births, and deaths.. Her phone still hasn’t come back on and there is nothing in her name, or any of the names of the fake id’s she use to have, which means she got herself a new one. Bobby is swearing he knows nothing, though we both know if she asked him not to tell, he wouldn’t. He loved that girl like his own daughter. And he’d do it just to spite Dad.” Sam licked his lips. “I can’t find a fucking trace of her.”

Dean punched his steering wheel. “Fuck!”

“I’ll keep looking, you know I will.” Sam ran his fingers through Dean’s hair. “For now, we’ll do what we always do. Work the case dad gave us, and keep looking.”

Dean nodded. “It’s been too long though, Sammy.”

“I know, Dean. I know.” His hand ran down Dean’s arm before he was back on his laptop.

Suddenly Dean’s phone rang. “Yeah?” He answered without looking, figuring it was John. He slammed on the brakes without warning, causing Sam to lurch forward and have to brace himself. “Where are you, sweetheart?” Sam looked over at him, just as an alert went off on his laptop, letting him know that your phone had been turned back on. “We’re on our way. Don’t fucking move. I’m coming.” He hung up and U turned, heading back the way he had come.

“Where is she?” Sam asked, the tracking results took a few minutes.

Dean didn’t answer, he licked his lips and dialed John. “We found her, Dad… I don’t give a shit about this fucking case, or your fucking lead. We finally found her… The case can eat my ass. I’m going to see my fucking sister in the hospital.” He growled before hanging up on his father. “Tell me how to get to her, before she turns her phone off again, Sammy.”

Sam nodded, and quickly got directions. A few minutes later, he saw your phone was off again.

You woke up to a commotion out in the hall. A moment later, your door burst open and Dean was there, somehow with panic and relief both etched all over his face. “What happened!? Are you-”

“Shhh.” You cut him off.

“Dean..” Sam hit Dean’s chest with the back of his hand, and motioned to the infant sleeping a foot away from your bed on the opposite side.

You watched Dean’s facial expression change completely. “You kept it…” He breathed out, slowly making his way over. “Can I?”

You nodded. “Just don’t wake her. She only fell asleep about an hour ago.”

“Her..” He smiled. “God, she’s beautiful.” He lifted her up gently. “When did you have her?” He looked up at you.

“I called you as soon as the room was clear and we were left alone.” You gave him a smile.

“Only a day old.” Sam moved closer to look down at her with a smile. “She’s so tiny.. What’s her name?”

“She doesn’t have one yet. I couldn’t find anything that felt right, so I figured, maybe once I saw her, maybe knew who her father was, something would click.” You bit your lip.

“Does that mean you know?” Dean was looking down at the infant that might be his, with so much pride and love on his face.

“Yeah.. I know.” Your voice cracked a little.

“She’s definitely a Winchester.” Sam chuckled. “I can’t tell who she looks more like though, me or Dean. How do you know?”

“They took DNA samples.”

“They don’t have ours, do they?” Dean looked up confused, and saw how you were looking down at your hands in your lap. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “No, they don’t have yours, but they didn’t need it. They knew right away it was someone closely related to me. Asked if I had known. Of course, I lied.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down..” Dean pointed out.

“It does.. Too many of the same markers.”

“Yeah, and we’re siblings..” Dean pointed out, and glanced at Sam. He could see the gears working in Sam’s head.

“Half siblings.” You told him gently.

With that confession, Sam looked up. “You’re not serious!?”

“What?” Dean looked between you two. “What am I missing here.”

“When were you going to tell me, sweetheart.” You turned towards the deep voice, and were met with John.

You shrugged as your eyes started to water. “I don’t know. I was hoping to not have to. You don’t know how many times I walked into a clinic to abort and walked right back out. I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry Dad.”

Sam shook his head in disbelief. “What?!” Dean demanded.

John stepped in and kissed your forehead before looking at Dean. “Let me hold my daughter, Dean.”

“Dad?” John took the infant from his arms, and Dean looked at you. “Dad!? Are you fucking kidding me!?”

“Please, Dean. Don’t wake her up..”

He clenched his fist, and his jaw before walking out. Sam sighed. “I’ll talk to him. Then I think the three of us need to talk.” You nodded.

“How long?” Dean growled out as you breast fed. John stepped out to get you something to eat  since hospital food sucked.

“Years.” You answered softly.

“Did he-”

“No!” You looked up at him. “No. I promise you that.” He didn’t need to finish the question.  “It just, happened. I can’t even remember how it started. But it was never forced, Dean. They asked the same thing when they came back with those results. I told them I never knew my father, never met him. I didn’t want to lose her.”

Sam watched you from where he sat on the foot of your bed, opposite side of where Dean stood. “Shit… That’s why we’ve never seen who you were with?” Sam asked, and you nodded. “All the detours, you taking up his time so we..”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’d complain about needing to stretch, he’d ask if I was getting hungry. If I answered just right, he knew what I wanted.” You licked your lips.

Sam let out a scoff. “Cherry pie.” He nodded. “It was always cherry pie. I’m so stupid.”

“Why you never rode with us.. Always dad’s truck?” Dean scoffed ignoring Sam. “Here I thought you just liked spending time with him.”

“I did. I do. It nice seeing him finally relax, cracking jokes, and singing along to the radio, even if I put it on a random pop station.” You smiled. “He’d always find something to sing along to and over exaggerate it just to make me smile.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us..” Dean shot you a look.

“Like you didn’t tell me about you two?” He sighed, and sat on the bed near your feet. “Or how you didn’t tell each other about me?”

“He’s your dad..” Dean pointed out.

“And your my brothers, Dean. Winchester curse. We’ve all got it.” You glanced down as she unlatched. “I just pray she doesn’t. I’m sorry. I never wanted all this. I never set out with the goal to fuck my family, and give birth to my father’s child. This is hard on me, Dean. I tried t-” Tears welled up in your eyes again cutting you off.

“Just come home.” Sam pleaded. “Please, just come back to us. Let us help. Let us back in.” You didn’t answer him. You weren’t sure if you could. You just stared down at your daughter.

“Willow.” Dean said softly, making you look at him. His eyes were on your daughter. “Call her Willow.”

You smiled at the memory of the sweet girl behind the desk and nodded. “Willow Winchester.” You looked down at her. “Not half bad.” You sniffled.

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A Hard Lesson in Incrimination: Chapter 11

Authors’ Note: Happy Monday, marvelous readers!!! After last night’s harrowing chapter, Natalia receives the horrible news and hurries to her husband’s side. How is Rafael faring? And is Natalia any closer to learning the truth? Read on for more!!! @vintagemichelle91 and I hope that you enjoy, and we always appreciate your feedback!!!

          “I can’t give up.”

           Natalia sipped her fifth cup of coffee that day, needing the fuel not only to take care of her daughters but also to find a way to bring their father home. Seeing him earlier did nothing to calm her nerves. Who had hurt him? What kind of danger might still lie in wait? Yes, she had kept things from him in the past, but it was only to protect him.

           How could she protect him now?

           “I think going back to Eve’s apartment might help,” Liv mused while clicking away on her cell phone.

           “If you don’t mind, Lieutenant, I’d like eyes on that as well,” Harker said, emerging from the kitchen with a cup of tea.

           Liv nodded, looking reluctant but still agreeing, when a ring from her phone filled the room.

           “Benson. Fin? What’s going on?” Liv asked. She pressed the device closer to her ear. Natalia rose from the sofa, and Harker’s brow arched when Liv began pacing the living room.

           “What? Fin, I… I can’t hear you.” She seemed to struggle to get a signal, and Natalia held her breath until Liv stopped dead in the center of the room, her face awash in fury and pain. “I’m on my way, Fin.”

           “Liv, what happened?” Natalia asked, racing forward and looking hard into her eyes. “Is it Rafael?”

           Liv nodded and clutched Natalia’s arms. “He… he’s hurt. Fin’s riding with him to Mercy Hospital.”

           “Hurt?” Natalia asked. “Why? How? Is… please tell me he’s alright?”

           “We’ll know more when… but it looks like a former defendant… it was retribution, Natalia.”

           “What?” she muttered her whisper hoarse, her mind working its way around her friend’s meaning while she shivered where she stood. “Rape, Olivia?”

           “I’m sorry, Natalia,” Liv said. “That’s all Fin could tell…”

           Tuning the lieutenant out with her worst fears confirmed, Natalia slipped away from Liv, her head in her hands, the images flooding her brain making her feel faint. But just as quickly she choked her worries back and stared at Liv straight on.

            “I need to go… I have to be with him,” she said, her voice still low, the effort to hold herself together mammoth. But it was a mountain she would climb with bare hands and feet if necessary.  Reaching for her purse and coat, she felt Harker’s hand on her harm but moved in the other direction. “Don’t. Please. Just take me to Rafael.”

           The other women glanced at one other, and Trevor descended the stairs with an array of questions. Liv started to answer when Natalia stepped between them.

           “We have to go,” Natalia said. “Is… is Violetta asleep?”  

           “She just knocked off,” he answered. “What has happened, Natalia?”

           “Rafael… he’s…” She couldn’t bring herself to complete the thought. Hearing Liv’s voice explain, the sound like living in a world drowned by some unspeakable ocean, she started for the door when Trevor pulled her close to his chest.

           “It’ll be alright, Natalia,” he soothed. “Please call us when you get the chance.”

           Barely kissing his cheek, her tears at bay but blurring her vision, Natalia nodded before following the others into the night.

           She waited for no one and made her way down the halls of Mercy Hospital. Turning a corner, she felt a small wave of relief upon seeing Fin and rushed to his side.

           “Rafael? Is he---”

           “As well as can be expected,” Fin said sheepishly. “I should have been there sooner.”

           “You were supposed to keep an eye on him,” Liv scolded. To that accusation, Fin had no answer.

           And Natalia neither the time or the want to argue. She simply needed…

           “Where?” she asked.

           “Right this way.”

           Entering the dimly lit room, her heart dropped at the sight of her husband pale and injured, looking withered beneath the wrinkled sheets. A lifetime spent battling these monsters, locking them up so they could cause no further harm. But a demon had slipped between the cracks, and Natalia’s tears flowed freely as she kissed his hand.

           “Oh, Atticus,” Natalia whispered, slowly sitting at his side.

           Rafael stirred at the sound of his wife’s voice, blinking several times to regain his focus. She waited, holding his hand tighter, ready for anything and prepared for absolutely nothing until he parted his lips to speak.

           “Mi hermosa flor… I get to see you again,” he rasped in the weakest of tones. “I… I’m glad we got another visit in before the day was out.”

           Trying to smile, she stroked his face, mindful of his bruises, of the fact that he flinched. Did he even realize that he made that move?

           “Atticus, I’m so sorry. How could someone do this to you?”

           He did nothing but shrug his shoulders. Her eyes drifted down his frame to see one wrist shackled to the bed rail. Couldn’t they have at least spared him that much?

           “No more, Atticus,” she continued. “I’m going to get you out of this. I swear. Even if I have to confess to killing her my---”

           Springing up some, he frantically shook his head. “No! Never do that… Natalia, por favor,” he begged. “If you love me, promise me that you won’t.”

           “Atticus, I have to save you,” she protested.

           “You do,” Rafael insisted, and Natalia saw a flicker of determination in his green eyes. “You did. The moment you married me. Before. I… I would endure this and so much more to have your heart.”

           Overwhelmed and desperate to feel his lips upon hers, Natalia gave him a chaste kiss, Rafael clumsily cupped her face with his free hand. They stayed like that, the harsh reality of the world outside the door frozen in amber until he spoke again.

           “Promise me,” he whispered.

           Natalia slowly nodded. “I promise.”

            “Tell me about my girls. Mis princessas.”

           “I… Violetta’s asleep,” Natalia said. “Having good dreams I hope.”

           “Good,” he echoed, his voice starting to fade. “Let her… let all of my girls stay happy. I have to hang onto that.”

           Kissing him again as he drifted off, a sedative slowly taking effect, Natalia stayed by his bedside until Fin beckoned from the doorway.

           “I’ll be back,” Natalia promised Rafael, and she followed the sergeant into the hall.

           “Did we not discuss Rafael Barba being placed under protection?” Miranda Pond questioned Liv. But her questions were meant for more than one set of ears. Michael Cutter stood a few feet behind the lieutenant looking sick to his stomach.

           “Miranda, I can assure you that I’m just as upset as you are,” Liv started. “I had someone at Rikers.”

           “But he didn’t get the job done,” Miranda said, pointing a finger at Fin.

           “Let it alone, Randi,” Harker said. “You know it’s a different world on the inside.”

           “Quite,” Miranda said shifting her glare from Fin to Cutter. “I think it best if we discuss house arrest. What say you, Mr. Cutter?”

           “I’ll look into it,” the DA said when his phone rang, and he stepped aside to take the call. “But I can’t make any promises.”

           “Prick,” Harker muttered once he departed. “Is that the best he can do?”

           “Wasn’t the best I could do,” Fin sadly stated, but Natalia brushed her hand against his arm.

           “It… it could have been worse,” Natalia said. “I’m glad you got to him when you did. Thank you.”

           “No need to thank me,” Fin replied. “We do for family.”

           “Finally, a knight in shining armor,” Harker said, and Fin turned to the sound of the soft, accented voice.

           “Just blue,” he said, extending his hand. “Sergeant Odafin Tutuola.”

           “Chief Inspector Brenna Harker. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Their eyes stayed locked for a moment until Harker asked Natalia if she needed anything.

           “Just a moment,” Natalia said. “I need some air.”

           “Do you want me to come with?” Liv asked.

           “I’m okay, Liv. Thank you.”

           The cool crisp air wrapped around Natalia and it sent a fresh shudder up her spine. When would this nightmare end? All she wanted was her husband home, to find the killer. Let that person languish behind bars, grant Eve some justice in spite of her sins. Bring Rafael home and back to her side.

           “Mrs. Barba?”

           Catching sight of Cutter and fighting the urge to spit in his face, Natalia said nothing as the man approached her on the rooftop and released a heavy sigh.

           “I really am sorry about this,” he began. “I will look into house arrest.”

           “Thank you,” Natalia said. “But it all feels like too little, too late. And that other… prisoner... his punishment should be severe.”

           “Trust me; we will see to that.”

           But she didn’t trust him, no longer knew what to believe as she gazed at the city skyline and felt Cutter creep closer, his hand awkward on her shoulder before he spoke another word.

           “Rough couple of weeks for Rafael,” Cutter said. “First the alley and now this.”

           At that last comment, Natalia glanced away from the view and simply stared at the DA. Her brown gaze narrowed as he took a step back.

           “How did you know about that?” she carefully asked.

           “About what?” Cutter said, looking to his watch. “Never mind. You’ll forgive me, but I really have to---”

           “No, Mr. Cutter.” She grabbed his arm to prevent him from leaving. He looked down at her hand and then glanced back up at her eyes. “Why were you so quick to suspend Rafael the second time around? You hardly let him explain. And Eve Selby---”

           “She had photographic evidence,” he reasoned.

           “That came as such a convenient time. No mind paid to how long Rafael’s been with the DA’s office. Ages before she showed up or you were back on the job.” She winced when Cutter stepped closer.

           “I can assure you Mrs. Barba that I---”

           “Save the speeches,” Natalia warned, her courage coming back to the surface. “Your words are empty after all. Except for the fact that you know about that night. Something that you only could know if you were there.”

#raúl esparza #rafael barba #natalia barba #olivia benson #fin tutuola #michael cutter #miranda pond #a hard lesson series #a hard lesson in incrimination #law & order: svu #svu fanfiction

[ryqoshay]

How to Handle a Nico: How to Care for a Nico

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1.9k Rating: K Time Frame: Maki is in med school. Nico is working as an idol producer. They are living together as a couple, but not married yet. Story Arc: Stand Alone

List of all HtHaN scenes

Author’s Note: Had to do some shallow dive Google searches for this one, as I knew it is common place for people in Japan to go to work/school/etc even if fairly sick. Forgive me if this is not a 100% accurate portrayal.

Warm.

Really warm. By the gods it was warm. Hard to breathe warm.

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than her diaphragm convulsed violently, expelling a horrendous bout of coughs up her throat. She curled into herself as pain radiated from her throat, through her nasal cavity and throughout her head.

“Nico-chan?” A concerned voice asked from nearby.

Nico rolled onto her back and slowly opened her eyes. “Uhhnnn…?” was all that came out of her mouth as a response.

Cool.

A damp cloth was placed on her forehead providing immediate comfort and relief. Nico couldn’t help but sigh.

“No wonder you were so tired last night.”

That was true. Nico had been feeling fairly lethargic yesterday, but she had attributed it to the busy schedule and long hours at work.

“Maki-chan… what time is it…?”

“Shhh…” A finger touched gently to Nico’s lips. “Don’t worry about it. I already called Hanayo and told her you wouldn’t be coming in today.”

“But…”

“I figured something was up when you slept through your alarm and you didn’t move when I woke up and got out of bed.”

“Breakfast… I need to make…”

“It’s coming.”

“You’re not… c…” Nico was cut off by another coughing fit.

“No, I’m not cooking.” Maki laughed lightly and placed a comforting hand on her girlfriend’s arm.

“Good… I don’t want the house to… burn down when I can barely move…”

Maki raised a hand as though to deliver a chop to her girlfriend’s head. Nico stuck out her tongue. Maki sighed and put her hand back on Nico’s arm.

“Well, if you’re feeling good enough to tease, maybe you can just make your own food.”

Nico opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was a cough strong enough to make the towel slide off her forehead.

“Anyway, we do have friends who work in food service.” Maki continued, replacing the cloth. “Nozomi is on her way now with breakfast and Honoka will be here later with lunch.”

“Oh… alright…”

“And Hanayo said she and Rin would pick up something for dinner and drop it off after work.”

Work… Class… “What about your…?”

“I already called Papa and explained the situation.” Maki explained, taking the cap off a bottle from the nightstand. “What with sharing a bed with you, kissing you and… uhm…” she cleared her throat “other stuff, I’ve been fairly exposed to whatever you got. I may not be showing symptoms, but there is little doubt that I’m carrying it, so it would be best to not bring it with me to the hospital.”

“But…”

“Plus, you coughing in my face when I took your temperature a moment ago definitely didn’t help.” She held out a cup full of cough syrup.

“Sorry…” Nico gratefully accepted the medication, despite wrinkling her nose at the smell.

“But I can study here while you sleep.” The redhead assured. “I’ll be fine.” The doorbell sounded. “Ah, that must be Nozomi. I’ll bring something up to you in a little bit.”

“A… Alright…”

Something smelled wonderful.

Nico opened her eyes just in time to see Maki set a tray on the nightstand. Steam rose from a bowl of soup and Nico’s mouth watered, suddenly realizing she was hungry.

“Let’s take your temp before you eat.” Maki said, sitting on the edge of the bed and revealing a thermometer. “It was pretty high earlier.” She handed the device to the older girl. “If worse comes to worse, I can have Mama or Papa write you a prescription.”

Nico nodded and put the thermometer in her mouth. After a moment, the device beeped so Maki reached forward to retrieve it.

“That’s still really high.” The doctor in training commented, checking the readout.  “How are you feeling?”

“Horrible… Tired…” Nico replied, glancing at the soup. “But a little hungry.”

“That’s good.” Maki nodded. “Well, that last part, at least. Your body needs nutrients to fight its battle. And fluids.”

“You know I used to take care of three kids who got sick a lot, right?” Nico chuckled, which lead to more coughing. “I know how to deal with the flu.”

“Well, yeah, but… uhm…” The redhead blushed a little.

“I’m teasing, Maki-chan.” The raven-haired girl lifted the spoon to her lips. “Mmmm… that’s good…” she sighed, relishing the soothing warmth in her throat. “Almost as good as mine.”

Maki rolled her eyes but didn’t dispute the claim. After the other girl had finished her meal, she took the empty bowl and set it back on the tray.

“I’m going to get back to my studies.” Maki said, standing up with the tray. “Let me know if you need anything; more food or water or whatever. I can help you change and take a bath later if you want as well.”

Part of Nico wanted to point out that she wasn’t an invalid, even if she was sicker than she had been in a long time. But the rest of her couldn’t deny enjoying the attention her girlfriend was so willing to give to her. She smiled and gave into the latter side. “Thank you, Maki-chan.” She said after a moment.

“Sleep well, Nico-chan.” Maki replied over her shoulder before exiting the room.

What was that noise?

Nico opened her eyes. That sounded like a vacuum cleaner, no, two vacuum cleaners. Did they own two vacuums? Voices. Plural. Nico didn’t believe she recognized any of them. Who the heck was here? Did Maki hire a cleaning service?

Nico reached over to her phone. It felt strange to message someone in the same house, but at the same time, she didn’t want to strain her voice by trying to yell over the noise of the vacuums.

NicoNii: Did you hire cleaners?

NishikinoMaki: Yes

NishikinoMaki: Sorry if they woke you up

NicoNii: That’s not the problem

NishikinoMaki: ?

NicoNii: We’ll talk once they’ve left

NishikinoMaki: Alright…?

“It’s a waste of money.” Nico insisted.

“Is it?” Maki raised an eyebrow. “I need to study. You need to rest. The house needs to be cleaned.”

“Like I said, I can cl…” The raven-haired girl was cut off by another coughing fit.

“Not like that.” The redhead stated flatly. “You need to rest. Doctor’s orders.”

“You’re not a doctor.” Nico rasped.

“I’ll have Papa or Mama come here to give you a personal diagnosis if you want.” Maki crossed her arms. “But I can already tell you what they would say.”

“Oh?”

“They would say that I need to study and you’re sick. But the house needs to be cleaned, so hire cleaners.”

“You sure you’re not just impressing your own opinions on them?”

“Who do you think I got my opinions from?”

Nico was about to reply when she realized Maki was right. Her own views of preferring to do one’s own housework instead of hiring help had come from her mother.

“Nico-chan.” Maki’s tone softened as she took a seat on the bed. “I know you would rather clean on your own, and I wish I had more time to help you with that. But for now, just think of it like cooking. As much as you like cooking for us, and as much as I adore your cooking, we still go out from time to time. Today Nozomi made our breakfast and Honoka made our lunch, and I didn’t hear any complaints from you.” Maki slid her arm around her girlfriend. “The cleaners are the same thing, something the current situation called for.”

“I suppose…” Nico sighed. “I just don’t want it to become a bad habit or some sort of crutch we lean on. We’re adults living together in a house. We should be able to take care of it.”

“Adults with busy adult schedules.” Maki pointed out. “Most days I’m happy knowing I get to share a bed with you because that’s the only time I get to see you. And that’s assuming you aren’t on tour. If we only get a few hours a week of free time, I’d rather spend them with you than cleaning. And if hiring cleaners from time to time is the way to ensure I get my time with you, then it’s a bargain.”

Nico pursed her lips, finding it harder and harder to counter Maki’s points. Certainly she took pride in maintaining a clean home, but there was no denying that she wanted to spend as much time with Maki as their schedules would allow.

“Tell you what,” Maki continued, “when you’re feeling better, I will try to set aside some time to help you with your next cleaning session, alright?”

“But you don’t really want to.”

“Of course, I don’t really want to. There’s so many things I’d rather do with you than clean…”

“I’ll bet.” Nico smirked.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“But if cleaning is what you want to do, then I’ll do it with you.”

“Alright.”

“So, are you good for now, or do you want to try to squeeze in a bath before Rin and Hanayo arrive with dinner? I’ll wash your back.”

“We can wait until after dinner, I’m good for now.” Nico yawned, slipped out of Maki’s arms and lay down. “But, I’d be better if you were with me.” There was no teasing in her tone, just a tired smile.

“I… uhm… still have to study…” Maki couldn’t help feeling guilty giving that excuse, especially after having just made a big deal about wanting to spend more time with Nico.

“Yeah, I kno…” Nico coughed again. “And I don’t wanna get you sick anyway.”

“Well, at this point, if I’m going to get sick, I’m going to get sick.” Maki admitted.

“It’s alright, Maki-chan, I was just kidding.” Nico dismissed. “Go on and get back to studying.”

“A little break is fine.” Maki crawled into position and slipped under the sheet. “Just until Hanayo and Rin get here.” She reached out to pull Nico to her.

Nico smiled before snuggling into her girlfriend and releasing a content sigh. “Thank you, Maki-chan.” She murmured a moment.

“Mmm?”

“Thank you for caring for me.”

Maki chuckled. “You don’t have to thank me for that. This much is normal for couples, right?”

“Yeah, but still, I want to be sure you know that it means a lot to me.”

“You’re welcome.” Maki nuzzled the top of Nico’s head. “You know, I’m kind of happy…”

“You’re happy I’m sick?”

“No, no…” Maki shook her head. “It’s just that the last time or two you were this sick, Nozomi and Eli took care of almost everything.”

“You got medications for me.” Nico pointed out. “That helped a lot.”

“I know, but… I… I don’t know, it’s different now.” Maki fumbled for an explanation. “I mean I know Nozomi and the others brought food and stuff, but today I got to be the one to really tend to you directly. I… I guess I… just kind of liked that…”

“Was Maki-chan jealous the last time?”

“T-that’s not what I meant!” The redhead protested. “I just…”

“I know, Maki-chan, I was just teasing.” The raven-haired girl resisted laughing so as to avoid it causing her to cough more. “But like you said, it’s normal for couples. We live together, so of course you’re going to be the one who is here for me the most.”

“And that’s what I like.”

“Yeah, I like it as well.” Nico sighed and snuggled more. “I love that you’re the one who is here to care for me.”

“I love you, Nico-chan.”

“…ve you… oo… Maki-…n” Nico murmured, already falling back asleep.

Author’s Notes Continued: If it isn’t already painfully obvious by this point, I really like cuddly, fluffy, happy NicoMaki. Cuddly, fluffy, happy NicoMaki is best NicoMaki. And “I love you.” I love having them say “I love you” to each other. ♡ ＼(￣▽￣)／ ♡

I must admit I learned a bit in my Googling for this scene. Apparently, while it is common for those in Japan to go to work with the cold, influenza warrants staying home. Of course this meant I needed to learn the difference between the two; something I’ve never really bothered to research as I seldom get sick.

Draft One of this scene had Nico getting sick over the course of a few days before culminating in the need to stay home, but apparently that’s a cold. The flu apparently sets in quicker, so I had to change that. Then I found an article claiming that cough syrup was nearly non-existent in Japan, but immediately after, I found articles talking about the syrup form SS Bron, a popular cold and flu medication.

I’m still not entirely certain about prescriptions or antibiotics as most searches continued to bring up OTC products. Here in the States, a doctor is allowed to prescribe some medications without so much as seeing the patient in person, whether or not this holds true in Japan, I know not. However, in the School Idol Diary where Nico gets sick, Maki offers, rather offhandedly, to have her father give them meds, so if nothing else, I am taking some artistic liberties there.

On the topic of SID, that chapter is part of what Maki was referencing when she said that Nozomi and Eli primarily took care of Nico “the last time or two.” I am more or less taking that scene into HtHaN canon; more the part of Nico getting sick and less the part about it being how the rest of µ’s learns where she lives as I am going with the anime canon there. As for the “or two” part, I’m sure Nico got sick at least once in the years she lived with Nozomi, but whether or not I write that scene is another matter altogether. Someday... maybe...

Lastly, I am currently placing this scene after How Not to Celebrate a Nico in the timeline to coincide with Maki being currently banned from the kitchen. I may or may not move to after Homecoming if I need it to be after Nico starts touring again, for whatever reason.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

[mistleto-3]

Composure: Part 6

The tension between the two Kings finally builds to breaking point, but at first, it doesn’t seem mean the same to Mikoto as it does to Reisi.

Pairing: Mikoto/Reisi/Tatara

4,118 words.

(Sorry this is kinda late I was busy and I had writer’s block oops)

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Like everyone else in Homra, Izumo was beginning to worry about his King. Mikoto had barely left his room at all for days on end, and most people hadn’t caught more than a glimpse of him in over a week. It was disconcerting to say the least. There were rumours going around that he was sick, but Izumo wasn’t totally convinced Kings could even get sick- he didn’t think a simple flu virus would be much of a match for the red aura. Still, he was concerned, and it was getting to the point where his absence around the bar was becoming quite conspicuous. So as time passed, he resolved that he ought to do something.

Armed with a bowl of the curry he’d helped Anna make earlier in the day, Izumo knocked on the door of his friend’s bedroom.

“Oi, Mikoto, ya in there?”

He hadn’t expected a reply, so he wasn’t surprised when he only received silence from within the room.

“I’m comin’ in,” Izumo warned, then gave him a few seconds before pushing open the door.

He found his friend lying on the couch in his small apartment, staring at the TV with a glassy look in his eyes, clearly not paying attention to the show that was playing. There was a sort of tension in his jaw- it was the kind of look he got on his face when he’d been in a fight and let his powers get out of hand. But there wasn’t anything Izumo knew of for him to feel guilty about- the last big scuffle Mikoto had been in was weeks ago with the Blue King, and it wasn’t like he could have accidentally hurt him; Reisi was more than strong enough to hold his own.

“You’ve been holed up in here for more than a week,” Izumo pointed out, setting the curry on the coffee table and perching on the arm of the chair. “What’s up?”

Mikoto clicked his tongue, clearly not keen on the idea of chatting about it. “Nothing.”

“You’re not sick?”

“No.”

“I’ve barely seen you in nearly a fortnight, Mikoto. Ya can’t expect me to believe it’s nothin’.”

Mikoto didn’t bother to deny that.

“…I heard through the grape vine that Awashima spotted ya goin’ into Sceptre 4’s HQ with Munakata a lil while back. She said when ya left again, you were covered in bruises, which apparently looked suspiciously like hickeys. It ain’t got anythin’ to do with that, has it?” Admittedly, Izumo hadn’t seen any signs of anything between Reisi and Mikoto, or at least anything on Mikoto’s end, but Seri apparently had some very strong suspicions, and he trusted her instincts.

Mikoto merely sighed.

“Ya can talk to me, ya know. Are ya seein’ Munakata?”

“No.”

“…Is that the problem? You wanna be seein’ Munakata but you’re not.”

Mikoto clicked his tongue, and there was a long pause before he conceded: “Sorta.”

Izumo took a moment to digest that, and he had to admit it sort of surprised him. But he realised too late he’d let his surprise show on his face, when Mikoto snapped:

“What?”

“I gotta admit, I thought the person you had feelings for was Totsuka…” Izumo admitted, rubbing the back of his head.

Mikoto clicked his tongue, then admitted: “…Yeah.” He seemed past the point of caring about what Izumo knew.

Izumo sighed, clapping his friend on the shoulder in commiseration. “Ahh, I see. That’s a rough situation to find yourself in.”

“It’s stupid.”

“What’s stupid?”

“I’m the Red King.” I shouldn’t be so affected by a stupid crush. Mikoto didn’t have to finish the sentiment for Izumo to understand the gist of what he meant.

“Ya know, Munakata’s a king too, and from what I’ve heard you’re not the only one kinda torn up by this whole situation. It sucks, but just ‘cause you’re a King doesn’t mean you’re immune to lovesickness, ya know. You’re allowed to have feelings.”

Mikoto sighed again, reaching for a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the coffee table. He seemed almost… abashed?

“I can’t believe I’m actin’ like this…” Mikoto said, finally uttering more than two words in a row as he lit his cigarette.

“Bein’ torn between two people you care about sucks. Especially when it seems like something went off between you and Reisi… I dunno the whole story but it sounds like ya had some kinda disagreement, but it’s normal to feel outta sorts after somethin’ like that.”

Mikoto exhaled a ribbon of smoke, then admitted: “I messed up. Think I hurt Munakata pretty bad.”

There it is. That explained the guilty look on Mikoto’s face earlier. Whatever he’d done, he felt awful for it, and he was likely hiding out up here to save face, so nobody else could figure out what it was that was bothering him so much.

“He’ll forgive you.”

Mikoto gave him a weak glare, as if asking how he could be so sure.

“At times like this, Totsuka’s catchphrase is important to keep in mind, don’t ya think? ‘It’ll all turn out alright’; you aren’t gonna feel like this forever. Munakata certainly ain’t gonna hold a grudge forever.”

“How do you know?” Mikoto replied flatly.

Izumo sighed. “Whatever happens, wallowin’ in your own dark mood ain’t gonna make you feel any better. Eat your food, take a shower, put some clean clothes on, maybe open a window and let some air in here. You’ll feel better.”

Mikoto let out a heavy, reluctant huff, but seemed as though he couldn’t be bothered to argue, so he sat up and reached for the bowl of curry as Izumo got up to open the curtains and the windows and tidy around a little. He stayed in the room until Mikoto had gotten into the shower to make sure he actually did it before heading back downstairs, but he’d only gotten half-way down when his phone rang. It was Tatara.

“Totsuka, what’s up?”

“Is King okay? He’s not answering his phone.”

“He’s in the shower at the minute,” Izumo said, turning and heading back up the stairs. When he got back to Mikoto’s room, he spotted his phone on the bedside table- he hadn’t heard it ringing whilst he was in his room, and surely enough, it didn’t respond when he tried to turn on the screen.

“Battery in his phone is dead, by the looks of it,” Izumo explained, plugging it into the charging cable.

“Can you tell him when he gets out of the shower to come to my apartment? I need to speak with him about something important.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah fine.” There was a pause. “I was attacked by a strain earlier, but I’m okay. Munakata found me before any damage could be done.”

Izumo clicked his tongue. “Ya can’t say somethin’ like that so casually. You really oughta be more careful,” he scolded.

“I know, I know, sorry. I’m okay though, really. Will you pass the message on to King?”

“Yeah, I’ll let him know to get down to your place when he gets outta the shower.”

“Thank you.”

“Be more careful,” Izumo chided again.

“Sorry! See you later.”

“See ya,” Izumo replied, then hung up.

When Mikoto came out of the bathroom, having thrown on a clean outfit, he gave Izumo a questioning look as though to ask why he was still in his bedroom.

“Totsuka called, he said he couldn’t get through to you.”

“Hm? What’d he want?” Mikoto asked, rubbing his hair dry with a towel.

“He said he wanted to talk to you, and for you to go meet him at his apartment.”

“Did he say what it was about?” Mikoto dropped the towel on his bed and ran a comb through his still somewhat damp hair.

“No. He did say he got caught up in a strain attack though.”

Mikoto’s head snapped around. “Is he okay?”

“He said he was fine.”

Mikoto clicked his tongue. “’Fine’ for Totsuka can mean anything from ‘just a scratch’ to ‘I have a bone poking through my skin,’” he grumbled.

“He didn’t sound like anything was wrong.”

Mikoto grunted suspiciously, making a grab for his jacket and throwing it on. He hadn’t bothered to dry or style his hair, nor had he put the jewellery he normally wore back on. “I’m gonna go check on him.”

“That’s probably a good call. See you later.”

Mikoto merely nodded as he pulled on his boots and headed swiftly for the door. Izumo couldn’t help but be quietly relieved he was finally leaving the building, even if it was under less-than-ideal circumstances.

Having the Blue King in his apartment was unusual to say the least for Tatara, but he supposed it was something he would have to get used to. He felt bad that the place wasn’t quite as tidy as he would have wanted, but Reisi didn’t seem to mind- he wandered around the main living area, looking at the photographs on the shelves and the bits and pieces Tatara had accumulated from his various hobbies, asking the occasional question about them. It was kind of nice having him around once Tatara got over how surreal it was- apart from anything else he was very pretty to look at.

When Mikoto finally arrived, he let himself into the apartment without knocking. He appeared slightly harried, or at least as much as he would ever show it. Tatara supposed Izumo had probably told him about the strain attack and he was worried- he’d clearly rushed to get here, as his hair was still damp and hung down over his forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asked, striding over to where Tatara sat. His gaze fixated almost instantly on the wound on Tatara’s cheek, and a crease formed between his brow.

“I’m fine. Some strain caught my scent, probably had a grudge against Homra or something. He chased me around a bit, but I’m okay. Munakata got there just in time,” Tatara explained, nodding towards his guest, who Mikoto didn’t seem to have noticed until now. Mikoto seemed vaguely surprised by his presence, but he didn’t say anything about it.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Mikoto asked.

“I didn’t see any need to worry you. I’m not badly hurt. The only other wound is a little scratch on my stomach, but it’s fine. Munakata patched it up.” He lifted his shirt (or rather, Reisi’s- he’d borrowed the clean garment as his own was still bloodstained) to show the wound.

“I can assure you he is fine. I was called out to a strain incident, and I found him before any major damage could be done. I took him back to Tsubaki-Mon for first aid and to take a statement about the incident. His injuries are minor- he should be back to normal within a few days at most,” Reisi reassured, and for the first time since he arrived, Mikoto looked at Reisi properly. He seemed taken aback at the civility of his tone, but there was an air of caution about him, as though he was wary of any grudges Reisi might hold after their last encounter- Tatara didn’t know all of the details, but it seemed their most recent meeting hadn’t gone well.

“Thanks…” Mikoto said quietly, though he still looked somewhat confused as to why Reisi was there.

Tatara and Reisi exchanged a significant look, then Tatara patted the sofa for Mikoto to sit down beside him.

“We actually wanted to talk to you about something,” Tatara began as Mikoto took a seat.

Mikoto once again watched Reisi with caution as he sat down the opposite side of him to Tatara, then returned his attention to his clansman.  

“What?” Mikoto asked.

Tatara was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to phrase what he wanted to say. He'd been confident of the outcome of the discussion ever since he'd had the idea to propose the arrangement, but suddenly he felt daunted. He hadn't been this nervous earlier talking to Reisi, but it was different this time. The stakes felt higher somehow.

A moment  passed, and Mikoto watched him expectantly, until Reisi cleared his throat and gave Tatara a look, as though asking if he wanted him to broach the subject instead. Tatara nodded.

“As you are aware, the predicament over the past few weeks has gotten to the point where it seems to be causing all three of us a fair amount of distress. You clearly have feelings for both Totsuka and I, and obviously the events that have come about as a result of that have… not been ideal,” Reisi began.

Mikoto remained deathly quiet, his jaw clenching as though he expected bad news.

“Obviously things cannot be allowed to continue in this fashion. But Totsuka has come up with a solution which I believe will be to the benefit of all of us.”

“Go on.” Mikoto’s eyes had narrowed, almost in suspicion- it seemed as though he couldn’t quite guess what Reisi was about to say next, so he was keeping his guard up.

“We both have feelings for you too,” Tatara cut in. “And that kind of really sucked initially- it seemed like there was no way out of this without someone getting hurt. But I thought about it a bit, especially after I went to visit Munakata a couple of weeks ago. I never imagined him and I being close; to be honest I didn't think he liked me very much.”

Reisi chuckled at that.

“But we actually got along quite well, and I found myself thinking about him a lot afterwards. As time went on I realised I was sort of sweet on him, and when I went back to the Sceptre 4 headquarters earlier today it only solidified that in my head, and it turned out Reisi feels the same way about me…” Tatara took a deep breath to steady himself- he could feel himself beginning to babble- but as he did he noticed Mikoto stiffen. Tatara felt a stab of guilt- he didn't want Mikoto to think he and Reisi had chosen each other over him.

“But I never stopped feeling the way I did about you. I've felt that way for years; I've been totally infatuated with you since we were teenagers, that isn't going to change in a week and a half...” He paused for thought once more. “I’ll cut to the chase. What I’m saying is we all seem to have feelings for each other, so why should we have to choose? Maybe we should all get together, you know, as a kind of all three of us dating sort of arrangement.”

There was a moment of quiet as Mikoto processed that in his head, and Tatara could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage.

Finally, Mikoto breathed: “…Thank fuck.”

Tatara noticed a smile to flickering across Reisi’s lips as he released the breath he didn’t seem to realise he’d been holding.

“Is that a yes?” Reisi asked.

Mikoto smirked faintly, but it barely disguised his relief. “Yeah, it is.”

The next thing Tatara knew, he’d thrown his arms around Mikoto without ever quite intending to, laughing in joyful disbelief as Mikoto hugged him back tightly. His embrace was everything Tatara always thought it would be- he was warm; his arms were strong, and the familiar scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke clung to his skin. It was a relief to finally hold him like this after all the years of daydreaming about it, and it was a relief to see him happy after he’d finally emerged from being locked away in his room. The faint smile still played across Mikoto’s lips, and in that moment, Tatara couldn't resist kissing him.

The contact was chaste and gentle, and Tatara almost didn't quite believe it was happening. Even though he'd been the one that orchestrated all of this, it still seemed surreal. He'd fantasised about kissing Mikoto for years now, and now it was actually happening, it seemed too good to be true. His lips tingled at the contact, and goosebumps prickled down his spine, not stopping when they finally broke apart. Mikoto pulled Tatara up so he was perched in his lap, still smiling at him. There was a softness in his hazel eyes that Tatara had never seen before.

Tatara couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across his lips, wide and goofy, and it didn’t fade when Reisi leaned in and turned Mikoto’s head with his fingertips to kiss him for himself. If anything, it only made him feel more content to watch them- it felt like a happy ending. After all the kisses Reisi and Mikoto had shared before- rough and heated, and then fuelled by anger, it only seemed fair that after the pain Reisi had been through, he could finally kiss the man he loved like this. Softly, their lips curved into subtle smiles against each other, eyelids fluttering closed as Mikoto slid his arm around Reisi’s shoulders and pulled him closer. Tatara imagined this was how Reisi had wanted it to be all along, and it seemed just that he should finally have this- if anyone deserved the man he loved to feel the same way, it was Reisi. And it made Tatara happy to get to share in it.

Their kiss didn’t break for a long moment, and when they finally did, Tatara didn’t miss the faint flush of pink on Reisi’s cheeks. That was another surreal thing- seeing Munakata Reisi in a state like this. He never expected the Blue King to be the sort of person who blushed, even just faintly. But he supposed if there was ever a time for it, it was now, when he’d just found himself with two new boyfriends. Tatara couldn’t help but lean across to peck him on the lips.

Reisi smiled at the kiss, then once Tatara had pulled away, he cleared his throat and turned to Mikoto. “I wish to apologise for the way I’ve behaved over the past few weeks. I was hurt, and I allowed it to make me spiteful, but I shouldn’t have.”

“’S alright,” Mikoto replied. “I was the bigger jerk.”

“I think what everyone did is understandable considering the circumstances,” Tatara chimed in gently. “But apparently communication solves everything. Who would’ve thought, hm?” he joked.

Reisi chuckled. “It seems to me we should put the mistakes of the past few weeks behind us,” he suggested.

“Good idea,” Tatara replied, and Mikoto nodded.

“How’d you even come up with this?” Mikoto asked, looking at Tatara and gesturing with a nod between the three of them.

“…Okay, if I’m being completely honest, I sort of got the idea from a very interesting sex dream.”

Both of his boyfriends snorted at the confession.

“When I went to talk to Re-.. Can I call you Reisi?”

“I don’t see why not.” Reisi replied, but there was a faint smirk on his lips, as if to say it’s not as though you weren’t moaning that name earlier.

“When I went to talk to Reisi a little while back, I was I guess contemplating the reasons you seemed to have feelings for him, and I couldn’t help but notice he’s… well, he’s really hot, to put it bluntly.”

Mikoto chuckled.

“And once you notice that sorta thing you can’t un-notice it. And I guess it sort of snuck into my subconscious somewhere… If we’re being totally honest, I’ve had a fair few sex dreams about you in my time,” Tatara admitted, looking at Mikoto. He could feel his face heating up.

“And recently, Reisi turned up in one of them, and there was a moment after the main event where you were kissing each other and, I dunno, it just sort of set a lightbulb off when I woke up. I wanted both of you, but I also wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea of you wanting each other. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea- not just the threesomes (though I’m definitely looking forward to that) but I also just like the idea of you having each other, too. You’re a good match. I was telling Reisi about it before- he’s your stopper as much as I am.”

Mikoto nodded slowly, and Tatara noticed a faint smile on Reisi’s face.

“…Speaking of sex, in the, uh, interests of full disclosure, I figure you should probably know Reisi and I sorta… well, we figured this was the kind of discussion you want to have with a clear head and we were both kind of riled up earlier…” Tatara admitted. He couldn’t resist bracing himself, half-worried Mikoto would be jealous or something at the news, and he couldn’t quite force out the details of exactly what happened.

“We had sex,” Reisi finished the sentiment for him.

Mikoto merely gave a faint smirk, addressing Tatara: “He’s good, isn’t he?”

Tatara chuckled, relieved he took it well. “Very. And I was told some very interesting things about you and a pair of handcuffs.”

Mikoto raised an eyebrow, addressing Reisi: “Gossip.”

Reisi pushed his glasses up his nose. “You should be grateful people are saying good things about you behind your back.”

Mikoto and Tatara chuckled, and Tatara was once again struck by how surreal this all seemed. His anxiety beforehand seemed silly in retrospect- knowing how Mikoto felt, he didn’t expect him to say no. But knowing it was real now was… a lot to process. Certainly, going from being single to having two boyfriends who happened to be the Red and Blue Kings was quite a change to wrap his head around, especially after the weeks of feeling hopeless and thinking there was no way out of this that didn’t leave at least one person burned.

But as weird as it felt to be sitting beside the two Kings, knowing he was theirs, and they were his, it also felt right. It was comforting to hear them return to their normal banter after the frosty silence, and to see Mikoto back to his usual casual self. He normally seemed so calm, even when he was having a tough time, so to see something visibly get under his skin the way this whole scenario had was disconcerting. Thankfully though, now it was over, the tension seemed to have fallen out of his body. He had one arm lazily slung over Reisi’s shoulders, and the other around Tatara’s waist, relaxing into the touch of his new lovers. It was a relief to see him happy.

Reisi seemed happy too- he usually kept up his professional front at almost all times, but for once he’d allowed himself to let his guard down a little, and his contentment was written all over him. He’d sunken into the warmth of Mikoto’s body, and there was a serene look in his eyes- Tatara supposed he felt the same way as he did. After all the tension and heartbreak of what had felt far longer than a mere few weeks, it was a relief to be at the finish line, things having turned out far better than anyone could have hoped for. Well, sort of a finish line, and sort of a starting line.

The casual intimacy would definitely take some time to get used to; Tatara still didn’t quite dare to believe he wasn’t dreaming. He’d fantasised about being able to do things like cuddling like this with Mikoto for… longer than he cared to admit.

It was strange though- almost the opposite was true with Reisi. He’d never even considered seeing him in this way until a short while ago, but infatuation had hit him hard, and he found himself staring at Reisi just as often as he was staring at Mikoto, admiring the different ways in which the two Kings were beautiful as he listened to them continuing their playful banter.

Everything about this scenario seemed so dreamlike, especially the way it had been so… easy. After everything, all it had taken was a short conversation, and then they’d fallen straight into being together in this way as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was weird.

But it was a good weird- ever since Mikoto had said yes, Tatara’s chest had been filled with a sort of warm sensation swelling against his ribcage, and he couldn’t keep a smile from creeping across his lips. He was happy to be with them, but he was almost happier to know they were happy. They deserved it, and if he could be a part of that, then all the better.

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Imagine Meeting Jared Leto on a Trip - Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

And we’re finally coming to an end of this story. I didn’t think it’ll grow into 5 parts, but when my imagination kicks in I simply can’t help it. :) 

Thanks for reading my works, and I hope you like this chapter as well.

Much love, Rhina. 

Jared’s POV

As I was walking out of the bookstore I felt so confused. I couldn’t understand how all of a sudden Y/N couldn’t recognize me. I looked her through the store window and waved her back, giving her one last smile feeling so desperate. Then I saw her faint and I immediately ran back inside.

“Y/N, are you OK? Alisha call 911” I said and knelt next to her taking her into my arms. I slightly tapped her cheek, trying to bring her back because she was unconscious. “Hey, baby, wake u, please!” I said and continued to tap her cheek. “What’s wrong with her? Why did she faint?” I asked Alisha feeling terrified.

“I think she remembered everything and it was too much for her” Alisha responded with the fear in her eyes. 

“What do you mean? She has forgotten all about me? Milan? You? I don’t get it...” I was trying to understand what Alisha was saying but I was too focused on waking Y/N up that I couldn’t connect the dots fast enough. I continued to wake her up, and it seemed as if Y/N was reacting.

“Kinda... That accident she had at the show caused a short term memory loss. So, she couldn’t remember anything after the moment she was driving to the airport to fly to Milan” Alisha responded with trembling voice.

“Oh my God... She forgot me? But how... I don’.t....” I swear I felt like my heart is gonna break right there into a million pieces. I felt slightly relieved when I saw Y/N open her eyes.

“Alisha...? ” Y/N said as she slowly opened her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m here Y/N. Are you OK?” Alisha asked and took Y/N’s hand.

“What happ...” she looked at me as she was speaking and the moment our eyes met, she shouted “Jared, oh my God” and wrapped her arms around me.

“Hey sweety. I’m so glad to finally see you. I was so scared, worried, confused... ” I said and hugged her tight, never wanting to let her out of my arms again.

“Wow, I... It’s so... Ooofff” she couldn’t form a sentence from all the excitement and shock. 

“Shhh, take it easy. Everything is gonna be OK. Let’s get you up? Can you stand up? Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, much better. Just give me a hand.” she said and walked up.

I held her tight against my body so she wouldn’t fall down again, but she seemed to be all right.

Reader’s POV

I got up holding onto Jared and suddenly I felt so safe. Every single memory came rushing back to me so fast, it was overwhelming and I just collapsed. It was too much for my injured head, I guess, and too intense as well. I literally felt every single emotion that I had felt back in Italy and I couldn’t take it all at once, so my conscious shut down for awhile. Now he was standing next to me, and it didn’t feel at all like we were apart  for more than three weeks. It must’ve been torturing for him, but I was asleep for all that time and now I felt like we were together just yesterday.

“We should probably take you to the hospital” Alisha said worrying sick.

“I agree, the doctor should check you. And fill me in on everything as well” Jared said and pulled me even closer to him kissing my head.

“No, I’m fine. This was just a little shock, and I’m sure it’s all normal.” I denied going back to that horrible place. I’ve never been fond of hospitals, so going back there sooner than I’d even had the chance to spend any time outside was unacceptable for me “I have a scheduled check-up in a week, and then I’ll tell the doctor all about today. End of story” I gave bot of them a stern look and pointed my index finger at them.

“Fine. You always have it your way, don’t you?” Alisha said and waved her head.

“Yup!“ I said and smirked satisfied.

“She’s unbelievable. ” Jared said and smiled at me”OK, if you don’t wanna go to the doctor’s than I’m taking you to lunch. Both of you.”

“Perfect, I’m starving” I said and hugged him tight.

“That’s OK, you two head out and I’ll take a rein-check ” Alisha said and took her phone.

“Why? We’d love to have you with us as well” Jared was being polite even though I know he’’d much rather take just me and so we could be alone.

“I have to go to work, it’s some emergency. So, I’ll see you some other time. It was nice seeing you again Jared” Alisha said, and hugged Jared goodbye “And I’ll talk to YOU later” Alisha pointed at me and hugged me as well kissing me on the cheek.

“Absolutely, call me tonight when you’re done with work” I said and couldn’t wait to have lunch with Jared.

We arrived at the restaurant and ordered food when Jared scooted next to me holding me tight in his arms. We set at a booth so we could both be next to each other. He acted as if I was gonna run away from him. It was so adorable.

“Um, I’m not going anyway, you know” I chuckled and looked up at him.

“You couldn’t, even if you wanted to. I’m never letting you go again.” Jared said and held me so tight I was literally in the safest place on the world.

“You’re such a dork” I giggled and hugged him.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through these past weeks” Jared said and sighed “That night the ambulance took you to the hospital was one of the worst in my life. Emma couldn’t figure out in which hospital you were, and then I simply lost you. I know we’ve spent only a couple of days together in Milan, but you grew on me, and I wanted to see you again so bad”

“Yeah, I guess you’ve been through a lot too. ” I said and sighed as well “I mean, I can’t believe I couldn’t remember anything from the trip. The pictures started to come back after I woke up, but it was only a couple of fragments at a time and it was so frustrating...”

“So, what actually happened. Tell me everything from the moment you woke up.” Jared pulled away, took my hand and looked me in the eyes.

“Well, I woke up here in LA, in a hospital, completely unaware of anything. I thought I was in a car accident since the last thing I could remember was me driving to the airport to fly to Italy with Matt and Alisha. After they’ve told me that I’ve been in coma for three weeks...” after I said com Jared’s face frowned, then he widened his eyes and looked baffled “...I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Then Alisha and Matt helped me remember stuff, and events started to unravel slowly day by day. But today was by far the biggest revelation. Now I remember everything. Well, at least I hope so. Aside from putting all the pieces together from the earlier days, I remembered us bumping into each other - twice ” I giggled as I said that “and the dinner, the kiss and everything” I sighed in relief and tucked back into Jared’s arms feeling so comfortable in his embrace.

“This is so horrible baby. I can’t believe what you’ve been through, and it’s basically all my fault” Jared said with a bit of despair in his voice.

“What do you mean? None, of this is your fault, Jared”

“Of course it is. If I hadn’t invited you to the show, you wouldn’t bee in this situation right now.”

“That’s not true. I could have said no to the invitation, but I didn’t Plus, who knows, I could have been hit by a car in Milan, the same way I got hurt at the concert. You can’t blame yourself. I’m serious” I looked at him and cupped his face. He didn’t have to say anything, his look said enough. He won’t be able to forgive himself for a long time, but I’ll make sure he does it as soon as possible.

“I know, but I can’t help it. I’ll get over it eventually, I guess. But for now, I feel the most responsible.”

“Just stop beating yourself up over it. I’m here now, and you should just think about the time we’ll spend together from now on. So, tell me, how did you spend your days without me?” I caressed his cheek and kissed him softly.

“I think I’m gonna pretend like I slept through those three weeks as well” Jared said and chuckled.

“That bad, huh?” I asked and frowned.

“You have no idea. There’s nothing worse than not knowing. And I had absolutely no idea how I was supposed to find you. You didn’t call me, and when I called you, the number was unavailable... it was horrible. “ Jared said and pulled me tight into his embrace. “Fortunately, I was busy most of the day, so the nights were actually the worst. When I came home, and was left alone with my thoughts... I went through every detail when we were together, and then after the show... Memories were both the blessing and the curse. It felt wonderful to know you, but it was excruciating to think I’ll never hold you in my arms again.”

“Well, I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere” I said and put my arms around Jared. I could feel his heart beating fast and mine kept up the same rhythm. We were so comfortable with each other i never wanted this moment to stop.

“You’re damn right you’re not. I plan on spending every free time with you” Jared said and our meals were brought to us.

“Ha ha ha, you’ll get tired of me fast if I’m always by your side” I joked a bit and started eating.

“Pfff, never. This situation of ours doesn’t cease to amaze me. If anyone told me I’d become attached to a girl so fast an so unexpectedly I would laugh my ass out” Jared waved his head, laughed and grabbed a bite of his lunch.

“Same here. Matt, Alisha and I joked about the trip to Milan, how it’s gonna be spectacular. And we brought some luck to ourselves for sure.” I said and continued eating.

“You’ll definitely be the one to remember Milan forever. So many experiences, huh?” Jared said and raised his eyebrow at me.

“Damn right. I’m just so glad I remembered everything. I don’t think I could live without those beautiful memories. Thank God you showed up at the bookstore today. Who knows how long it would take me to remember otherwise” I said and smiled at Jared taking his hand into mine.

“That’s faith baby girl. If Emma hadn’t insisted we drop by the store for a second....” Jared said and sighed probably thinking that this could’ve been another day he’d spend without me if Emma didn’t force him to go to the bookstore. “... never mind, I don’t even wanna go through that scenario” Jared said and kissed my hand.

We had finished our lunch and decided to go for a walk.

“I’d like to go to the beach”

“Sure baby girl, we’ll walk down there. Have you been to the beach since you got out of the hospital?” 

“I got out today, so no.” I said and chuckled, forgetting I didn’t fill him in on everything.

“Today? Then maybe I should take you home. It’s gonna be too much for you. You did faint a couple of hours ago, just as you were released from the hospital” he was worried.

“No, I’m fine, really. I can’t wait to smell the ocean and hear the sounds of the waves. Please, I really need that.” I looked at him trying to assure him I was fine. And I really was feeling great, despite him thinking I’m still fragile.

“How could I ever deny those beautiful eyes anything? You could talk me into anything right now” Jared said and pulled me towards him, putting his arm round my waist and on my lower back.

We finally came to the beach and I felt like I was able to breath unlike ever before. This was one of my favorite places in the world. Every time I felt sad, happy, lonely, satisfied, or just needed top blow off steam, I came to the beach. It was my sanctuary. The safest place in the world. I ran towards the shore and dipped my feet into the ocean, spreading my arms, and lifting my head towards the sky as I took a deep breath and smiled.

“You really love it, don’t you” Jared asked me as he watched me enjoy the fresh air and the smell of the ocean.

“You couldn’t imagine how much” I said and looked at the horizon, enjoying the view.

“Actually, I think I can” Jared said as he hugged me from behind placing his head on my left shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around his that were grabbing my waist, and kissed him on the cheek. My back were pressed firmly to his chest and, all of a sudden, this little nook became the safest place in the world. 

“Oh, yeah?” I was intrigued.

“Yeah. I kinda feel the same way about this little knucklehead.” Jared said, took my hand and we started to walk down the shore as the ocean splashed our feet.

“Feel what?” I played dumb and smiled as I bit my lower lip.

“The same way you feel about the ocean”

“I love the ocean” I said it openly, and looked at him hoping Jared will express his feeling as well.

“Exactly!” he said and raised my arm to make twirl.

I stopped twirling, and released a big sigh as I was still holding on to his hand. I really hoped he’d say how he felt about me. Jared smiled and I felt his eyes on me while I was looking at the sand splashing the water with my feet.

“I love you, you sweet girl” Jared whispered to my ear kissing my cheek and took me into his arms when he started to spin me around.

I started laughing and asked through my laugh “You do?”

”I realized it the moment I ran out of any possibility to find you. You’re the one person I couldn’t imagine my life without, ever again.”  Jared said and kissed me softly, with so much love that he just expressed.

“I love you too” I said as he broke the kiss. He hugged me and we sat on the sand to watch the marvelous ocean and enjoy each other’s embrace. I am never leaving this man again in my life. I can’t wait to start the whole new chapter of my life with him.

                                                   THE END

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