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Chapter 8

Part 7

“Is there a reason you are so adamant about getting out of Texas,” Chris asked buckling up and taking her phone.

“It's road trip rules: when you have to pass through Texas no stopping for the night till you are out of Texas,” she said looking over at him as she started the car.

This energy filled the car. She couldn’t exactly explain what it was, but Scarlet let her insecurities run wild and was sure it was because of her freakout earlier. But, she got out of her head when she noticed that Chris was still on her phone.

“Christopher, what are you doing with my phone,” she asked him as she pulled out of the motel parking lot.

“Someone drank half my coffee and there wasn’t a continental breakfast so I’m solving the issue,” he said pressing a button and putting the phone in one of the cup holders. “So besides getting out of Texas, do we have any other plans.”

“There is an Evans recreational center nearby, any relations,” she asked in a teasing tone.

“It’s too early and I don’t have enough coffee in me for your terrible jokes,” he groaned as he rested his head against the window.

Scarlet sent a soft smile his way and kept her mouth closed as she listened to the directions her phone was telling her. They pulled up to a Wendy’s with 25 minutes left for the breakfast menu. After they ordered, Chris tried to hand over his card.

“You could be broke for all we know. I’d rather not have the cashier say the card has been declined when we try to pay for this 7-dollar meal,” Scarlet said pushing his hand away.

He flicked her nose as she went to grab her wallet from her bag in the back seat. Chris leaned over her lower back slightly pinning her down and handed his card to the cashier who was giving the two of them weird looks.

“Christopher Jamal Evans I’m going to put spiders all in your clothes when you least expect it,” she cursed him still pinned under his arm.

“Don’t mind her, thank you,” Chris said grabbing his card back and the receipt. Only then did he let her up. “Jamal?”

“Yes, it’s a name the internet gave you,” she explained sitting up right before she pulled the car up to the next window.

“Why,” he asked putting his card back in his wallet.

“Because your name was boring before and now it’s not,” Scarlet replied as she tapped her fingers against the wheel.

“Robert,” he asked questioning how he was boring.

The window opened and the man at the window held out a bag. Scarlet grabbed the food and drinks before she pulled into a parking spot. She handed Chris his juice and the bag of food.

“Yes, now you have a bit of spice,” she informed him as she reached into the bag and grabbed her bacon breakfast sandwich.

As soon as she took a bite of her sandwich, Scarlet did a little dance and started the car back up causing Chris to let out a little laugh at her food dance. They sat in silence as they got back on the interstate and ate their food. The actor changed the radio from music to the news.

“Really, the news. Your old manness is showing,” she joked slapping his hand away from the dial.

“Old man-ness,” he asked taking a sip of his orange juice.

“Yes, but it’s kinda cute. You keep talking about stuff and it sounds important but I have no idea what it means,” Scarlet said turning the radio up enough trying to make a joke about his age and deafness.

“It's important information,” he started to say but stopped when you held a hand up to him and shoved the last of her sandwich into her mouth.

“I’m not going to retain any of this. I’ll stick to getting the information from your rare Instagram videos. It sounds more interesting coming from you than a normal old white man,” she said after swallowing the food.

“Scarlet I am an old white man,” Chris laughing at her.

“Yeah, but you're probably one of the few if not only old white American man people trust,” she teased taking a sip of her coffee.

He shook his head at her comment and the two of them just sat in silence eating their breakfast and listening to the news. It was after about 1 hour of listening and Chris explaining some things when he noticed the confused look on her face, Scarlet changed the station.

“I can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry it’s so boring. I’d rather listen to someone explain physics in a deep slow voice,” she said putting on a random radio station.

Chris laid his seat back and rested his arm over his eyes as he let out a small shiver. Scarlet looked over at him and the corner of her mouth lifted at him. She kept her eyes on the road but every few seconds her eyes would travel to look at him. Her eyes stared at his hands and the veins on his forearm.

“I get that the heater is broken but that doesn’t mean you need to keep the AC on full blast,” the actor cried shifting his body to turn towards Scarlet.

“I keep a blanket for my whiney passengers.”

Chris moved his arm a bit and stared at her. He watched as she pointed her head to the back seat and gripped the steering wheel tighter. While he unbuckled and leaned into the back seat out of the corner of his eye he noticed how her shoulders tensed. Scarlet didn’t relax til Chris was back in her seat and buckled back up.

“Much better,” he sighed as he wrapped the blanket around his shoulder.

Scarlet quickly glanced his way and smiled at the sight of him. The blanket was a baby blue blanket with penguins skiing all over it. He was wearing part of it over his head and the rest was tightly wrapped around his torso. The car was silent the only noise was coming from the engine and the low mumbling of the talk host on the radio.

“Okay, I can’t. We are not about to spend the next 8hrs of the car ride in silence. I will go crazy and drive the car off the road,” She exclaimed looking from the road to her passenger back to the road.

“Okay calm down, Sparky. We can play a road trip game,” Chris said turning his body towards her a little.

“Would you rather. We answer then we explain,” she said excitedly as she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. “My game I go first um would you rather have a pet dinosaur or a pet dragon.”

Chris let out a laugh at the silly questions. “We are starting off deep. Um, dinosaur. Stegosaurus to be exact. It’s big, got those cool back spikes, and won’t try to eat me in my sleep. You?”

“Dragon, ride him to school.”

“Ok, Khaleesi. Would you rather have breakfast on the Eiffel Tower or dinner in a castle,” he asked as he leaned closer and wrapped his arm around his headrest.

“Easy castle, Eiffel Tower is as an eating spot is overdone. Just about everyone can say that. Very few can say they ate in a whole ass castle.”

The next 2 hours passed by with the road trip games. Chris preferred the Eiffel Tower (such a romantic), and they both agreed that living at the North Pole was better than living at the South Pole. They talked about anything and everything. But nothing serious. Scarlet enjoyed spending time with someone who didn’t know her past so didn’t treat her like she was made of eggshells.

“No how do you not love Reeses Pieces,” he asked shoving his fourth piece in his mouth.

“First, I’m allergic, second how are you just shoving your mouth with all that candy. You eat like a 5-year-old got to go crazy at the store but look like a Greek god,” she laughed as she reached over and grabbed some of the hundreds of candy wrappers off his lap and threw it in his face.

“Really sunshine, a Greek god,” Chris smirked as he cleaned up his candy mess and tossed it into the grocery bag that was being used as a trash can.

“Shut up, you know what I meant,” Scarlet said as her face turned bright red.

“No sweetheart, I don’t know what you mean, please explain,” he replied leaning back, crossing his arms and smirking.

“Um, you… you…. That… fuck off Christopher,” she stuttered trying to find a way to big herself out of this embarrassing hole she found herself in. “You’re a dick you know how you look and you're just annoying me.”

Chris laughed as he held his hands up in a defensive way. “Ok okay I'm sorry,” he apologized as he held out the last starburst.

“No thanks,” she replied focusing on the road.

“Not a fan of candy,” he asked popping it into his mouth.

“I am. I just don’t eat it like it’s Halloween all the time.”

He usually was less out there around new people but he realized that with her, there was this natural easy, calming feeling he got. A feeling he normally only got when he was back home. Back with his mom and dad. And even when he was home he sometimes felt like he had to hide the famous side from his loved one. Not that he is ashamed of what he does. He loves it, it's just that sometimes they don’t get what he deals with on a daily basis. Chris hides it from them to protect them. But ever since he met Scarlet, he felt like he could just be himself.

There was no pressure to pretend to be something he wasn’t. There was no need to keep a fake smile on his face. And somewhere deep inside him, he hoped that she got that feeling around him. Chris liked the thought of having someone he could be 110% honest with and suddenly the thought of how he wanted to be that person for Scarlet crept into his mind and just festered. But he knew that he was just hyper-fixating on her seeing as she was the only person on this planet that knew who he was. And there were a lot of things that he didn’t know about her. But he still has this subconscious feeling that he could trust her.

“Christopher are you listening to me,” he heard her ask as he felt her poke his bicep.

“Sorry, what was that.”

“I was saying that I think we should stop for lunch and gas soon. Where were you wonder boy,” she asked turning the AC down a notch.

“I thought you didn’t get cold Elsa,” Chris joked changing the subject.

Scarlet stared at him for a second longer before letting the subject drop. “I enjoy the cold I’m not stupid Evans,” she replied sticking her tongue out at him. “Now keep an eye out for any places that look like a good place to eat.”

“Churches,” “No” “Chili’s” “No”

“I thought I was supposed to keep an eye out for lunch, yet you keep turning down my suggestions,” he exclaimed throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Have you eaten at Churches before? Have you eaten at Chili’s before,” she asked deciding that gripping the steering wheel was a better option than wringing his neck.

“Yes,” “Then no. We are on a road trip Christopher and one of the rules is to eat at places you haven’t been to before. Something local. And given that we are in TEXAS. The only logical option is BBQ now pick again.”

It was another 5 minutes of trying to find a good place to eat til Chris grabbed your phone and started searching the easier way. “Look here is an underground BBQ place that's like 4 miles away and it has great reviews,” he said clicking on the address and holding it up so she could see it out of her peripheral vision.

“Perfect, let’s eat.”

She quickly got off the interstate and followed the directions to the Texan BBQ restaurant. When Chris said it was an underground BBQ place he wasn’t joking. It was a literal hole in the wall. After finding a parking spot the two walked to the brick wall and saw a whole ass thriving restaurant through the hole. There were a dozen or 2 metal tables and nearly all of them were filled. The seating indoors was non-existent. People were sitting on the window sill eating their enormous BBQ plates.

“Oh this place is going to be the best BBQ of our life,” Scarlet squealed in excitement.

“There are people sitting on the floor” Chris pointed out.

“Well duh in this Texas heat, I wouldn’t eat outside either but I'm not sitting on the floor in this skirt.”

The menu was handwritten on a giant blackboard behind the register. Today's menu had a half rack of baby back ribs, potato salad, Mac and cheese, baked beans, homemade honey cornbread, and chocolate fudge brownie. The only other option was half a BBQ chicken, creamed spinach, Mac and cheese, boiled potatoes, corn on the cob, garlic bread, and peach cobbler.

Once they reached the counter, Scarlet and Chris were greeted by a very happy and friendly middle-aged woman. She was wearing a bright pink shirt and an apron that used to be white but was now covered in dough and sauce and other kitchen gunk.

“What can I get ya today sugar,” the lady asked.

“Can we get one of each platter please,” Scarlet ordered.

“Of course you can baby. That going to be $30,” she said wiping her hands on her apron and messing with her tablet.

Out the corner of her eye, she noticed Chris reach for his wallet so she quickly took hers out to pay. The lady noticed and let out a little chuckle. “Oh no hunny let your man pay you keep your money,” she commented with a wink.

“He’s not….,” Scarlet started to say before Chris cut her off.

“How many times are we going to have this argument, Sunshine,” Chris said grabbing her wallet and putting it in his back pocket.

“It's my turn, Christopher,” she replied grabbing her wallet back. She froze a bit at the fact that her hands were technically in Chris Evan's pants but quickly recovered.

“Oh, hunny never question when a man wants to pay,” the lady behind the counter chuckled again. “It's going to be a 30-minute wait.”

“Thank you,” Chris said grabbing your hand and dragging you to a table that had just freed up.

Ever the gentleman, Chris pulled out the chair for Scarlet before sitting in the chair across from her. She was looking around the restaurant taking in the scenery he was watching her. Chris tried to focus on anything else, anything other than the fact that he never corrected the lady at the counter about them being together. Anything other than the fact that Scarlet was going to. And for some reason that annoyed him. It made him jealous; of what he didn’t know.

“Chris you going to have an aneurysm with that thought,” Scarlet teased grabbing his hand.

“What,” he asked shaking the confusing thoughts from his head.

“What are you thinking about over there goober?”

“Nothing just wondering if there are any other road trip rules I need to know of before I get back in that car with you,” he replied unconsciously rubbing small circles in her palm.

“No eating at chain restaurants, drive a minimum of 8 hrs before stopping for the night unless in Texas keep driving til you get out of Texas, junk food is the only type of snacks allowed, and get a souvenir from every state.”

Chris laughed and teased her about the rules he was 100% percent sure she just made up. But he knew he would listen. They continued to talk about little things again like how Scarlet's sister had ruined her makeup two weeks ago cause she just came back from the circus and wanted to be a clown.

“Here you go, stud muffin,” the counter lady said placing two styrofoam plates on the table. “Enjoy.”

Scarlet laughed at the term of endearment the lady used and decided she was going to tease him about it. Not now, not with heaven on a plate right in front of her but later. Chris watched as Scarlet pulled the ribs towards her and once again did her little food dance. He let out a laugh when he noticed she had BBQ sauce all over her face after a couple bites.

“You have a little…,” he started saying before he grabbed a napkin and wiped her face clean.

“Omg, that’s so embarrassing,” Scarlet quietly exclaimed before burying her face in her hands.

He quickly reassured her it was nothing to worry about as he took a big bite of creamed spinach. What he hadn’t realized was that he spilled half the spoonful on himself.

“Shit,” he said trying to clean his shirt.

“Evans,” she laughed as she tried and help him clean up. “It goes in your mouth,”

“Pot meet kettle.”

For the rest of the meal, they ate off each other's plates and ignored when they both became a mess from the food. Neither felt embarrassed or nervous about having to look perfect or getting all the food on their face. When it happened they laughed and teased and helped clean each other up.

“I think we used up all their napkins,” Chris joked after he finished eating.

“Well they can’t expect people to eat all prim and proper with food this delicious,” Scarlet replied laughing. “I'm going to clean up more before we go. Watch my purse.”

Chris asked her to bring him back some wet napkins. When she got a good look at herself in the mirror her cheek immediately flushed in embarrassment. Her face had faded BBQ sauce and there were a few drops on her shirt too. It looked more like she was at a family dinner than at dinner with a damn celebrity. Scarlet was able to clean her face but was able to get the stain out of her white shirt. But it wasn’t as noticeable now.

When she exited the bathroom she noticed another waitress was at the table talking to Chris. She had her hand on his arm. FLIRTING with Chis. The waitress was this gorgeous redhead model-looking woman. Definitely looked like she was the type of person Chris dated.

As Scarlet got closer to the table, the waitress’s smile faded but her hands remained on his arm. “I'm so glad you enjoyed the food,” she giggled. Suddenly all Scarlet was was red. She didn’t notice how Chris was more focused on her than the female all but throwing herself at him. Her anger took control and dug its nails in deep.

“We are leaving,” Scarlet said in a short tone as she threw the wet napkins on the table. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the restaurant. Chris grabbed a few dollars from his wallet and put it on the table before running after her.

“Scar, what’s wrong,” he asked trying to catch up to her.

“Nothing,” she replied in a snippy manner.

“Sunshine, stop,” Chris said gently grabbing her arm and forcing her to stop walking away from him.

“Nothing is the matter, Christopher I just want to get back on the road.”

“You're mad.”

“No, I'm not.”

“Then annoyed.”

“Wrong again.”

Before he could ask her again what was wrong Scarlet walked away from him. “Why are women so damn complicated,” he asked himself.

“What did you just say,” Scarlet asked stopping in her tracks.

“Nothing,” he replied before running to catch up to her again.

Part 9

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imagines4thefandoms · 1 year

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Quality Time Together

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This was the tenth night in a row that you stayed up til morning for your husband to come home. Usually, Bruce patrolling all night wouldn’t bother you because he’s doing good but you haven’t had any alone time for almost two weeks. Sure it was nice to have a quiet home but after a while, you missed the chaos Wayne manor had. Which brought you to tonight. Once again your husband and your kids were out on patrol and you were with Alfred in the cave being the man in the chair. It was around 2 am when you passed out at the computer. Alfred had left to make more coffee and returned to you drooling on the computer. He wanted to bring you up to bed but knew the reason you stayed down here was to make sure everyone came back home safe and sound, so he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders. You were woken up when your husband picked you up out of the chair and carried you up to your shared bedroom.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to wait downstairs,” Bruce said as he gently laid you in the bed.

“I just missed you. I feel like I haven’t seen you in two weeks,” you replied half asleep.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was working so much,” your husband responded as he got undressed and climbed into bed with you.

“It's okay, what you do is important. I just want to spend a whole day with my amazing husband,” you admitted as you wrapped your leg around his and rested your head on his bare chest.

After knowing that not only your husband but your kids were home safe, you started to go back to sleep. Bruce kissed the top of your head and whispered “I’m all yours tomorrow.” You mumbled a tomorrow in return and snuggled closer to Bruce. That night you had the best sleep in the last ten days. Feeling his heartbeat and his warm body had you sleeping like a baby.

You woke up the next morning to Bruce getting dressed for his morning workout. He was trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake you but you were already awake. Bruce was about to leave but you sat up in bed.

“Where are you going,” you asked getting out of bed.

“My morning workout, sweetie, after I'm all yours,” he replied walking to you and giving you a kiss.

“No you said all day today,” you informed him as you went to undress and went to grab some workout clothes.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded your head. Bruce sat on the bed and waited til you got dressed. You came out of the closet wearing a sports bra and a pair of black leggings and sat on your husband’s lap straddling him. Bruce placed his hands on your hips and just stared at you.

“What are you doing babe,” he asked you.

“Getting ready to work out.”

“That’s one way to do cardio. Now come one. The faster we finish the faster we can do whatever you want,” he said slapping your ass to get you off his lap.

You got off and the two of you went to the kitchen for a pre-workout drink. Alfred was making bruce his gross green drink and the kids were eating breakfast when the two of you walked in.

“Morning mother,” Damian said eating his omelet.

“Morning sweetie,” you replied kissing his head.

Bruce grabbed his drink and poured half of it into a cup for you. You looked at the cup and looked back at him.

“I'm not drinking this,” you replied handing the cup back.

“It will help with the workout.”

“Mom working out. Yeah right,” Jason said as he put his empty plate in the sink.

“Hey I work out,” you replied slapping Jason’s arm.

After receiving more workout jokes from your “amazing” kids and downing the gross drink, the two of you started the Wednesday workout. Bruce headed to his car and opened the door for you.

“What,” you questioned, “Are we going somewhere to work out?”

“Kinda, we are going for a run in the park, then coffee,” he answered as you climbed in.

Bruce closed the door and you whispered to yourself ‘what the hell have I gotten myself into.’ He got into the car and then drove to Sheldon park. If having to endure a little run was all you needed to do to have the perfect day with your husband so be it. Once y’all pulled up, Bruce parked the car and the two of you did a few stretches before starting the run.

The two of you took off on a simple jog. It wasn’t awful til Bruce took off running. You were able to keep up for a while but needed to stop because you were dying. Once Bruce noticed were had stopped he came over to check on you.

“You ok,” he asked rubbing your back.

“Yeah just need to catch my breath. How much was that?”

“Mile and a half. 3.5 more to go,” he said jogging in place to keep his heart rate up.

“Five miles, are you fucking crazy it's not even 9 in the morning,” you exclaimed.

“You don’t have…..,” he started to say.

“No ill be fine.”

The two of you took off running again for another mile. After that it was too much so you just laid in the grass and waited for the end to come. Bruce ran over to you thinking something was wrong.

“(Y/n),” he called in a worried tone.

“I'm just going to stay here. You keep running,” you told him gasping for air.

He double-checked that you were okay before running off again. He wasn’t that far away when he heard you yell “I married a madman.” It didn’t take long for him to finish the last two and a half miles since he didn’t have to worry about you. You were still laying on the grass when he came back. He laid down next to you and looked over at you.

“Don’t look at me. I'm sweaty and red as a tomato,” you complained covering your face.

“Still beautiful,” he replied kissing your cheek.

“Shut up,” you replied trying to slap him but you were too tired to move. “Do you do this every morning?”

“No. Only 3 times a week and I run 10 miles on Sunday. Now, how about some iced coffee?”

You thanked god that it wasn’t Sunday and then nodded to the coffee. Bruce helped you up but the muscles in your legs were screaming.

“If you didn’t want to walk, there are more fun ways to do that,” Bruce whispered in your ear.

You gave him a glare and he mouthed a ‘sorry’ as he helped you back to the car. Your favorite coffee place wasn’t that far from the park but Bruce knew better than to suggest walking. One in the car you blasted the A/C and drank all the water you brought in one sip. Once he parked the car in front of the coffee shop, he looked over at you and was going to ask if you wanted to come in with him but noticed how your face was inches away from the air conditioner. Bruce let out a small laugh and when to get you your coffee.

“Thank god this is over. I can’t do anymore,” you exclaimed between gasping for air. After another minute of having the A/C at full blast, you finally were able to cool down. Bruce came back to the car with a large iced coffee and his normal black coffee.

“I love you,” you sighed as you took the cold drink from your husband. You took one big sip and felt instantly better. Tim had to get his coffee addiction from someone.

Once you got back to the house, the boys were asking questions about how you did on the run and if you actually ran the whole time.

“I bet she didn’t even finish one mile,” Damian stated.

“I’d be surprised if she even got out of the car. Bruce’s workouts are crazy,” Jason said not even looking away from the screen where he is playing a video game.

You were too tired to scorn your son so you just sat at the counter and placed your hot face against the cold marble. Bruce and the boys were talking about bat stuff while you just sat there finishing your nice cold drink. Dick looked at his mother and then looked back at Bruce.

“Have you told her about the afternoon workout,” your eldest son tried to whisper so only his adoptive father would hear him but those words traveled to your ears?

“There's more,” you whined smashing your face into the counter.

Bruce shook his head at you and then threw away your empty coffee cup before carrying you upstairs for a shower. You let out a sigh and asked if the two of you were going downstairs. “No sweetheart, you need to take a shower.”

“Mr. Wayne are you saying I stink,” you asked slapping his chest.

“Yes, I am Mrs. Wayne. Dick has smelled better and he lived at a circus.”

Bruce carried you into the bedroom and placed you on the bed so he could start a bath. He came back from the bathroom to see you laying like a starfish on the bed. Bruce let out a small chuckle and walked over to take off your shoes.

“I can’t feel my legs. Do I still have legs,” you asked dramatically?

“You know what, I think you left them at the park,” he retorted as he helped you sit up and get undressed.

Once you were completely naked he picked you up and placed you in the warm water. He quickly got undressed and sat down behind you. This intimate moment made that torturous exercise worth it. He grabbed the shower head and wet your hair then got your shampoo. You let out a small moan as he started to massage the lavender scent into your hair. He then rinsed it out and continued giving you a bath.

After it was over he let the water drain but the two of you just sat in the tub til all the water was gone. As he was helping you out and wrapping you in a towel as you looked up at him.

“What,” he asked as he thought how he was the luckiest person in the universe because you loved him.

“Just reminding myself that I love you even though I might hate you after today,” you explained thinking about how he has more workouts.

“We don’t have to babe. I'll take the day off and we can do whatever you want.”

You shook your head and luckily you could feel your legs again so you went to grab some cute but cozy clothes for the rest of the day. Bruce put on a “causal” suit which you still make fun of him for.

“You know the world is not going to end if you wear a t-shirt and basketball shorts.”

“Clark would say differently. He would have it all over the Daily Planet,”

Bruce started walking out of the door so he wouldn’t hear you yell ‘he’s your bestie bruce he’s allowed to tease’

“Wait bruce,” you called after him but he didn’t stop walking.

The two of you walked into the bat cave and saw Tim sitting at the computer doing some research and stopped when he saw his parents.

“You live,” Tim said turning back to the screen.

“Bruce your kids are awful,” you said taking a seat next to Tim.

“Why are they my kids when they are being bad but yours the rest of the time,” he asked as he took off his jacket and dress shirt. “Come here”

“We don’t need another child in this house guys,” Tim shouted as he gave a gross shrug and ran from the cave.

You looked over at Bruce and gave him a questioning look asking if y’all were going to have some real fun. He shook his head and motioned for you to come to him. He grabbed two sets of hand wraps and began wrapping his hands then yours.

“I get to punch you,” you said enthusiastically as your husband shook his head. He walked around the punching bag and held it steady.

“Don't sound too excited, Mrs. Wayne.”

You planted your feet and started punching the bag. No matter how hard you punched, because of how strong bruce was, the bag barely moved. Your arms started to hurt after ten minutes. Not wanting to give up, you tried to give one more punch but your arms felt like noodles.

“I’m done. I’d much rather watch you,” you flirted as walking back to the chair you sat in earlier.

You just stared at your husband for the next thirty minutes. Even after being married for fifteen years the sight of him was just mesmerizing. The way his muscles moved and the small drips of sweat that were forming. You didn’t even realize that bruce was done with his workout til he was standing directly in front of you.

“(Y/n),” he gently shouted causing her to jump.

Bruce gave a laugh as he finished wiping the sweat off and got dressed. The smell of your body wash and his masculine scent distracted you. This man could make you feel like a love-sick teenager.

“Can we wait a minute, my arms still feel like noodles,” you whined?

“Yell babe we are done, for now,” Bruce said. “You can rest while I go to my meeting.”

You gave him a look telling him that you were going with him. He gave you a small smile because had hoped you were going to keep sticking by his side. With his actual job and his nightly duties, the two of you got little to no alone time. So he was all aboard having you with him all day.

But Bruce realized how much of a bad idea you attending the meeting with him was. He couldn’t stop gazing at you in wonder the entire time. It was his meeting but you commended the room, which wasn’t awful. He likes being able to relax after patrolling last night and his morning workout, which he may or may not have gone a little harder to show off to his gorgeous wife.

Bruce Wayne and (y/n) Wayne are a power couple and even though he is the CEO you were the boss around here. No one ever looked to Bruce after anything you said to get his approval or thoughts. Cause to be honest, if it wasn’t for you Wayne Enterprises would have crumbled to nothing.

After the meeting was over you and Bruce walked into his office for him to send some emails. You just admired the photos of your precious family that decorated almost every inch of his office. There was a picture of just you. It was from when you were getting ready for a gala but you had a head cold. The bastard snapped a picture of you after you sneezed and messed up your hair. In your opinion, you looked awful, but Bruce always said you could never look awful.

The next photo was right after the two of you adopted Dick. It was around Christmas, and Dick was missing his parents, rightly so, so your solution was for you and him to team up against Bruce in a snowball fight that he had no idea he was participating in. Dick had thrown a snowball at Bruce while he was in his office. Alfred took a picture of Bruce’s retaliation of chasing us outside and tackling you to the ground. Dick was trying to push your lug of a husband (boyfriend at the time) off of you.

There was a photo of you and Bruce on your wedding day with Dick as the best man. It was literally the best night of your life. It was taken during the first dance and Dick had walked up asking for a family dance.

Then there was a photo of Jason and Bruce. It was of them all gamer-ed out on the couch as Jason showed Bruce his favorite game. They are both wearing headsets and covered in a mountain of junk food. In the picture, it looks like Bruce was screaming because he was. Your grown-ass husband was yelling at possibly a child over some game. That poor kid had not idea that batman was yelling at him.

Next was a picture of you and Tim on the floor of a gala. Tim really wanted to attend but also still had some homework to do so you two made a deal. He got to go to the gala but he had to make sure is homework was done by morning. Instead of getting it done before the event, Tim decided to bring the books with him so he could do it there. So there you were down on the floor in your designer dress helping or trying to help Tim with math. Let's just say that was the last time that kid needed your help in school. Clark has actually taken the photo and given it to the two of you for your anniversary.

Right next to that one was a pic of you Damian and Bruce. Out of context, it doesn’t look like a great photo. It was of you scorning Damian for “Liberating” as he would put it the shark from the Gotham zoo and somehow putting it in the pool without letting anyone know. The only reason you found out was when you lived that childhood fear of there being a shark in the pool. At the time it wasn’t funny but looking at it now and if it wasn’t you who found Finn you would have been laughing along with your other kids.

The last and possibly your favorite photo is of a rare occurrence. Everyone is all together and not fighting. It was Bruce’s birthday maybe last year. Everyone gathered around Bruce as he was about to blow out his candles. He has just delivered a cheesy line of “I have everything I could ever wish for” which you did not like the line so you may have shoved his face into the cake as the timer for the camera went off.

“Do you know which one is my favorite”, Bruce asked you snapping you out of the little world you were just in.

“The one from your birthday,” you asked.

“No, this one” he replied grabbing a frame that was behind him. It was of you and him on your first date. He had taken you to dinner and then oddly enough to the Gotham city fair. You had gotten a bunch of looks. Not only cause you were there with Bruce Wayne but also because you guys were in a nice ass suit and a floor-length dress walking around the muddy ground. You held up the bottom of your dress so it wouldn’t touch the mud but after a while, it got aggravating having to hold it up all night so Bruce have you a piggyback ride. Some paparazzi had gotten news that Bruce Wayne was on a date at the fair. That’s how Bruce had a framed photo of you on his back in a fancy dress kissing his cheek after he won you a crappy green bear, which you still have.

“And why is this one your favorite Mr. Wayne,” you asked walking to grab the photo out of his hand.

“Cause it captures the exact moment I fell for you and knew that I was going to make you Mrs. Wayne.”

“You knew on our first date you wanted to marry me,” you asked in a doubtful tone.

“Yes, told Alfred and I went out to buy that ring the next day.” He assured looking down at the rings on your hand

“Wow and all I knew after that first date is that you had a nice ass and suck at ring toss,” you replied placing the photo down and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you, Mrs. Wayne.”

“I love you too, Mr. Wayne.”

After giving him a quick peck on the lips you asked him what else he had to do today. Bruce informed you how he cleared his schedule and all he needs to do I finish his workout.

“There’s more. I nearly died this morning.”

“It's nothing crazy just 30-minute circuit training and an hour of strength conditioning after lunch then sparing after dinner.”

Pushing aside how you will be dying by the end of the day, brunch sounded might be good right now. So the two of you headed to a quaint little restaurant that was serving brunch with bottomless mimosas, which is without question the only way to have brunch.

Bruce had ordered a bit of everything. He said something about needing the nutrients for the workout this morning and future ones. But all you really heard was lots of food and you were all on board. There were fruit and pancakes and omelets and eggs Benedict, grits, hash-browns, and toast. All that food and the 6 glasses of mimosas you have left you feeling pretty great.

Since you didn’t have anything to do today, you guys just stayed in each other's company at the manor. Occasionally a kid would come into your office, where you stayed, and needed help or just wanted to talk. But for the most part, he sat on the couch in the room and you laid between Bruce’s legs and rested your back against his chest as he read to you. It helped with the slight headache you had gotten.

The sound of his voice and the 6 mimosas lulled you to sleep. But your sleep was interrupted but the sound of a light knock on the door. Alfred poked his head in letting Bruce know that lunch was ready and the kids were waiting. Lunch with all of your boys was definitely making this day the best day ever. Alfred left and Bruce placed a kiss on your temple to fully wake you up.

Lunch was a simple spaghetti and meatballs. And luckily there was no fight so no food was thrown, it was just a normal family lunch. Dick had come home during his lunch break. Tim was finished with classes for the day. Damian was off today and Jason was here taking a break from his training and the outlaws. After everyone talked about their day and questioned if I was still going to do Bruce’s workout too, we all carried on with our day.

You followed bruce to the bat cave to start his afternoon workout. Which was 30 minutes of circuit training: squat jumps, jump rope, crunches, and pushups; and an hour of strength conditioning: deadlifts, dumbbells, hip thrusts, and chest presses. It wasn’t too crazy.

Now when Bruce is wearing a suit he is breathtaking, but there was something about seeing him in sweatpants. His workout clothes earlier were black compression pants, which left nothing to the imagination, but no matter what Bruce in sweats was your favorite look. Just seeing him in relaxing clothes lets you imagine that this man takes breaks and relaxes.

Bruce grabbed two jump ropes and tossed one over to you. You smirked at him and you took a handle in each hand.

“If I had known jumping rope is exercise I would have done it all day long.”

“Do 20 then rest for a minute then repeat,” he said giving a smile.

You did as he instructed and the two of you would occasionally look up at each other. Bruce was doing 50 and then resting so the rest periods were different. He was resting while you decided to show off your jump rope skill and was hopping on one leg, then did a crisscross. Bruce threw his rope down and laughed at you.

“I married a master jump roper,” he joked as he grabbed your face and kissed you.

“That you did, and you're good at things too,” you jokingly replied.

He shook his head as he walked over to a square plush-like from the gymnastic mat. Bruce was demonstrating what the next exercise was. You were instructed to do a simple squat jump while Bruce would jump upon the square. You both were doing 4 reps of 15. After the second rep, you were getting tired and sweating.

“Now I know how you get your ass to look so good,” you joked as you objectified your husband.

He jumped off the square and looked at you. “Funny, the riddler was asking about my ass last night.”

“Ha, I don’t see why the kids don’t think you have a sense of humor,” you stated as you continued your workout.

“They are just evil little things,” he stated.

You laughed as the two of you fell back into the comfortable silence of working out in each other presence. You both quickly finished and you collapsed to the floor. Bruce stood in front of you and waited for you to catch your breath.

“I'm going to need help up. My legs are angry at me,” you informed him as you held your hand out for him.

“You don’t need to get up for the next thing. It requires you on your back. Just how I like you,” he joked slapping your hands away.

“Oh god. I'm going to be sick,” Jason cried as he walked into the cave. “My poor innocent ear.”

You and Bruce both looked toward your son and let out a laugh. “Moments like these make me wish I was still dead,” Jason joked. “I'm joking mom,” he quickly said noticing the look on your face. “Just please for the love of god. Make sure the room is clear before your guys do that,” he pleaded giving a shiver showing his disgust.

Once he left Bruce knelt before you and held your feet down. 30 simple sit-ups. That was your goal. You got to 15 before you stopped being able to get up the entire way.

“Come on babe you got this,” Bruce encouraged.

You needed a minute to rest before you finished. While you lay there, Bruce decided to lie next to you.

“What do you want to do when we are finished,” he asked grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the inside of your wrist.

“I do need to find an outfit for that work thingy you have next month and (bff name)’s birthday is next week I need to find something for them. You up for a shopping trip sugar daddy,” you jokingly asked him.

“Ew, ew just ew mom,” Dick cried out as he stood next to the two of you.

“Why do your kids keep interrupting our day,” Bruce asked placing his arm over his eyes.

“Because we live here too. Also, I was just checking up on y’all cause Jason looked like he was scared of something. And I saw the two of you on the ground and thought mom died from the excessive workout and Bruce had a heart attack,” your oldest stated checking your pulse. “But you are both alive and disgustingly in love. So I’m going back to work.”

“Now all we need is for Damien to interrupt us,” you said looking over at your husband.

“He’s probably avoiding us, trying to hide another animal he is smuggling into the house.”

You smacked his stomach to shut him up from his stupid suggestion and to tell him you're ready. You were doing your sit-ups when you really thought of what Bruce said.

“You don’t think Damien would,” you asked.

“After Finn, he wouldn’t bring anything big. Maybe another dog or a goat or a chicken.”

You shook your head deciding to deal with whatever Damien was doing tomorrow. Once you finished your 30 sit-ups you and Bruce switched positions. You help his feet down as he did his 100 sit-ups. Those abs didn’t magically appear overnight.

While he was doing his workout, the two of you talked about everything a nothing. You asked him about bat stuff and he asked about (bff name) wondering what she was up to lately. Every once in a while when Bruce sat up you would give him a quick kiss which brought a smile to his face. It really was like you guys were lovestruck teenagers. Other relationships’ honeymoon phase ended after a couple months maybe a year but for the Wayne’s the phase was still happening. There were periods where you hated him or were so angry you thought you hated him but mostly you were head over heels in love with him.

After Bruce finished his sit-ups, he helped out get in the proper pushup position and the two of you were there side by side working out. Although he was going faster than you and was able to do more than 5 but together. After you decided to give up he asked you to lay on his back so he had more weight. For a couple, you rested your head on your hands and asked what kind of dress you should get for the Wayne enterprise function, to which he answered ‘you look amazing in everything’. Then you just laid your head between his shoulder blades and absorbed his warmth and sweat. But after a while, you go bored so you decided to start kissing his neck.

“Babe, you're distracting me,” he said slowing down his push-ups.

“What, me, distracting, never,” you feigned innocence as you continued to kiss his neck.

“Oh yeah what was I thinking,” he chuckled as he picked up the pace.

Once he was finished, you got off of him and the two of you walked to where all the weights were. He stood in front of the big one you’ve seen people deadlift on tv. He was showing you the proper stance so you don’t hurt yourself.

“You know what Bruce. I'm good over here with the little weights that’s all you,” you said picking up a 10-pound dumbbell and doing some biceps curls and lateral lifts and lunges with them.

For the next hour, you and bruce finished the workout. He would occasionally have to show you what to do like with the hip thrust and he would help you with the chest press but for the most part, you could do it without his help. Once y’all were finished you went back up to your room for yet another shower.

Bruce decided to join you in the shower stating it saved water and it was quicker so you could get more shopping done. But his explanation was a lie when his hands lingered a little too long on your waist.

“Christ Bruce how can you do that much for a workout and still have the energy for sex,” you asked slapping his hand away.

“Have you seen my wife? I could be in a coma but wake up in a second to your touch. You. Are. Intoxicating,” he said kissing your neck with each word.

He turned you around and pulled you against his chest. He put some of your body wash on his hands and started washing your body. His hands got lower and lower till his right hand stopped between your legs and his left went back to your left boob.

“Bruce,” you gasped once he inserted two fingers into your wet pussy.

You brought your hands to his hair and pulled him closer to you. His mouth lowered to your neck and he began biting and kissing you. The warm feeling in your lower stomach got too much so you turned to face your husband. You grabbed his face and just looked at him for a second before you pulled him towards you. The moment your lips touched he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He pressed you against the shower wall and let his hands roam over your body. You let out a whimper when Bruce pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

“As much as I want to babe, the last time we did this it ended with an awkward hospital visit, traumatized kids, and a very embarrassing news story,” he said kissing your nose.

“What’s the point of those muscles then,” you whined slapping his biceps.

“It wasn’t my fault, klutz,” he replied gently putting you down and stepping out of the shower.

After he turned the shower off, he grabbed your towel and wrapped you in it. The two of you walked to your shared closet. Instead of getting dressed, you walked to his side and ran your fingers over all of his clothes. He walked over to his drawer to grab a pair of under where when he noticed you looking at him with a big smile.

“How much do you love me,” you asked him.

“Seeing how you want me to do something and based on that smile it’s going to be something I won’t like, not at all. I hate you,” he replied gently shoving you to the side so he could grab some clothes.

You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. “I promise it won’t be terrible. I just wanna pick your clothes for the mall.”

“Why would I let you do that,” he asked grabbing a dress shirt.

“Because you love me.”

“Actually I just said I didn’t,” he said getting free from your grasp and putting the shirt on.

You stood behind him completely quiet causing him to turn and look at you. He let out a sign when he noticed your pout. Bruce shook his head and scoffed as he buttoned the shirt up.

“That doesn’t work on me. Your the weak one between us,” he teased as he kissed your head.

“I am not,” you exclaimed, “you are a freaking teddy bear when it comes to the kids.”

“Which one of us helped Damien sneak the tiger into his room,” he asked dropping his towel and going to grab dress pants.

“He said they were hurting the tiger. And he had a very sad look on his face,” you replied grabbing your underwear and grabbing a pair of jeans.

“The tiger or your son,” he asked wrapping his arms around you.

“Both,” you replied turning to face your half-naked husband. You ran your hands under his shirt and over the elastic of his boxer briefs. His breath caught when one of your fingers slipped below the elastic.

“Is this you trying to convince me to be your dress-up doll,” he asked grabbing your wrist before your hand slipped lower.

“No either I pick your clothes for the mall or I file for a divorce.”

“Under what pretense?”

“My husband doesn’t love me.”

“Because I don’t want you to make me wear something stupid?”

“Yes, now which one will it be Mr. Wayne?”

“Tough choice,” he pondered as he let your hand go and took a seat on the bench in the closet.

You stood there with your hands on your hips while your husband was thinking over which sounded more preferable: your outfit choice or a divorce. After a few minutes passed you noticed he was just staring you up and down.

“Bruce are you thinking or ogling me,” you asked shocked grabbing a robe to cover yourself.

“I have never ogled,” he replied as soon as you were no longer standing in front of him in your underwear.

Bruce got up and walked over to you. He took the strings for the robe and pulled it so you were exposed to him again. His right hand fell to your waist as his left hand grabbed the back of your neck. “Pick out an outfit and please for the love of god don’t make me regret this.” He firmly pressed his lips against yours and pushed the robe off your body causing it to fall to the floor.

“Bruce,” you exclaimed once he pulled back.

“Maybe we should move and not tell the kids or Alfred and you just wear this or nothing all around the house,” he suggested pushing you back til your back hit the shelves.

“Jesus Bruce,” you exclaimed as he pressed his hips against you. You pushed him off you and went to grab Bruce a pair of jeans and a shirt. You left him to get dressed and just put on your jean when you heard your husband let out a loud laugh. You turned around and put an innocent smile on your face.

“Really (y/n),” he asked holding the shirt up. It was a black shirt that had “I’m a grown man and I do what my wife wants” in white text with the word “I want” crossed out.

“That’s a nice shirt honey,” you feign innocent as you button up your white shirt.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he said putting it on bringing a huge smile to your face.

“So no divorce,” you asked wrapping your arms around his waist.

“No not today, maybe the next time you try to cook me food,” he laughed remembering the time you cooked and gave him food poisoning.

You pulled yourself from him and put on some boots and grabbed a black blazer. Bruce was still getting ready so you kissed his cheek and told him you were going to wait for him downstairs. Tim was sitting on the couch reading so you decided to spend a couple of minutes with your son.

“Hey Timmy,” you said sitting next to him and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Hey mom, how has your day with dad been,” he asked putting his book down.

“Im alive, why didn’t you tell me this is what I was getting myself into,” you asked resting your head on his shoulder.

He let out a laugh and the two of you just talked about yall’s day. Tim talked about his class and the things he learned. He was explaining to you some science thing maybe chem or bio when Bruce walked into the living room. The shirt he was wearing looked too small around his arms cause the fabric was pulled tight. He was saying something but you tuned it out when he put on his leather jacket.

“Mom,” Tim called next to you.

“Yeah,” you answered coming back from reality and realizing how much of a bad idea that shirt is.

“Can you stop at the tech store and get me something,” he asked writing something on a piece of paper and handing it to you.

You put the paper in your purse and walked over to your husband who was waiting by the door with his keys. This was going to be extremely difficult for two reasons: Bruce is wearing regular clothes and it's a rarity and he’s in a damn leather jacket. It brings back memories of his “playboy” era. Not that you really experience his fuck boy narcissistic era. Bruce won’t admit it but he just couldn’t act that way around you. He knew it would be difficult but from the moment he saw you he wanted you.

Bruce led you to the car but slapped your hand away when you tried to open the door for yourself. He looked you dead in the eyes then opened the door for you.

“Seriously, you didn’t do this morning,” you asked him as you got into the car.

“That’s because it was too early to be a gentleman. The work hours are 9am-10pm maybe later if you're drunk,” he said bending down to place a kiss on your temple before closing the door.

“Oh good so romance isn’t dead it just has some off days, oh wait you don’t know what an off day is,” you teased when your husband got into the car.

In retaliation, Bruce grabbed your thigh and gave it a tight squeeze. You slapped his hand when it started to hurt and pinched his biceps. Your husband’s hand remained on your thigh til you grabbed it like you rather hold his hand, which he happily obliged. Bruce started the car and started off towards the mall. Every once in a while, he looked over at you and have you a loving squeeze. The entire drive you drew little symbols on your husband's hand and he would occasionally give you more squeezes as the two of you listened to whatever was on the radio. The was no talking about the family or bat work just you two. It was kinda like how it was before the kids and getting married.

When Bruce pulled into the mall parking lot, you tried to open the door but it suddenly locked. So you just sat there til he got out and walked around to open your door. As the two of you walked inside the mall you took a deep breath to prepare for what was to come. Even before you married the Bruce Wayne the media followed you and people would invade your privacy. It got worse after you said ‘I do’ but it also became a norm.

You noticed as soon as you stepped foot on those polished floors people started taking your picture. Sensing your discomfort Bruce pulled you closer to him and bent down to whisper in your ear.

“We can go home,” he suggested.

“No Tim needs something and I want to see if I can find a dress. I'm fine promise,” you replied giving him a brief kiss on his cheek thanking him for his comfort.

You decided to get Tim’s thing first. The two of you walked into the tech store and you pulled out the note and handed it to a worker. You explained how you don’t know tech things and your son wrote what he needed and after a solid minute of the worker just staring at your husband he went to get the things that you required.

“Wayne industries makes half this stuff in our tech division he could have come to me,” Bruce said picking up something and turning it over.

“Calm down Brucey, you know Tim he just probably wanted the good stuff,” you teased hoping to get him out of his slight funk.

“Why did I marry you,” he asked as he placed the device down and turned to look at you.

“Because I tricked you so I can get your money,” you replied slapping his butt where his wallet was.

He left out a laugh and pulled you to him. You were busy looking your loving husband in the eyes to notice the employee came back with a bag.

“Here you go Mrs. Wayne,” he handed you the bag as Bruce handed him his card.

“You got everything on the list,” you asked as you looked through the bag even though you had no idea what any of this stuff is.

“No, we don’t have the last one, sorry,” he replied nervously holding the list out.

Bruce took the list and looked it over then shoved it in his back pocket. “No problem. Thank you…,” bruce replied looking at his name tag. “Ty.”

“You just made his day,” you laughed handing your husband/bag holder the bag.

“What do you mean,” he asked giving everything in the bag a once over.

“He fanboying over you,” you said tipping your head over to Ty who was checking you out and excitingly talking to another employee and pointing over to your husband.

“Yeah he’s more excited to see me than my wife is,” he replied pulling you into his arms.

“Yeah well, he doesn’t have to deal with your snoring.”

Before Bruce could reply the employee came back with the card. Bruce gave him a hundred-dollar bill to show his appreciation before he took your hand and the two of you walked out of the store and headed to the dress shop. There was a dress you noticed in the window and pulled Bruce in so you could try it on.

“It sparkles,” you said grabbing the floor-length blue glittery dress off the rack and walking to the back to try it on.

Bruce sat in one of the chairs outside the dressing room and waited for you to put the dress on. “I hope you know I’m not wearing glitter if you get that dress.”

“But you would look so pretty in glitter. It would bring out your sparkling personality.”

“Over my bead body.”

“That can be arranged,” you said stepping out and twirling in the dress.

“Wow honey,” bruce said getting up and walking over to you. He turned you towards the mirror and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You look amazing, I wonder how practical this dress is.” His hands went lower and lifted the dress slowly while staring at you in the mirror.

“Bruce Wayne, stop,” you pushed him back. You looked him over and noticed how there were blue glitter on his shirt. “Oh no it spreads,” you laughed trying to get the glitter off your husband.

“Well, we weren’t going to get it any. It doesn’t have easy access,” he said turning you away from him and unzipping you.

“Ok you go pick out a dress,” you said holding the dress to your chest and turning to look at him again.

As you were getting out of the dress and putting it back on the hangers when a black dress was thrown over the door along with a red one. You pulled the red one and saw that it had a huge slit, low front, and very low back. After you put it on and looked in the mirror, you realized your husband has good taste. You felt drop-dead gorgeous in this dress. There was a slight knock at the door.

“Let me see babe,” Bruce whispered.

You stepped out and did another twirl. You heard Bruce mutter a fuck under his breath as he walked towards you again. One of his hands went to your waist and the other was against the dressing room door right next to your head.

“No,” he said looking you up and down.

“Why no,” you asked pushing him back and looking in the mirror again.

“Cause we would never leave the bedroom. I'm 2 seconds away from tearing that dress off you right now,” he was coming up behind you and running his fingers over your exposed back.

“Fine, I’ll try the black one,” you stated going back to the dressing room.

Switching the red dress out for the black you decided you wanted to just get Bruce’s opinion of the dress first before you looked at yourself. You stepped out and Bruce looked up from his phone and just stared at you.

“Damn, you look stunning,” he said putting his phone in his jacket pocket. “Even if you don’t wear this to the gala we are getting this.”

“And what Bruce I wear it around the house,” you asked in a teasing manner.

“Absolutely, I think Damien has a parent-teacher conference coming up soon,” he thought pulling you into his arms.

You playfully slapped him at the thought of showing up to your son's school in a ball gown. Spinning around in his arms you finally took a look at yourself in the mirror and you realized how right your husband was. It was a strapless dress with a cut-out on the waist. There was a slit that came to mid-thigh and it was covered in little rhinestones.

“Unzip me,” you asked looking back.

Bruce let his finger stroke your back as he unzipped you. You left him hot and heavy when you quickly walked into the dressing room again to change into your regular clothes. After 5 minutes you walked back out and saw Bruce was looking at the heels.

“Did you need new shoes too,” he asked holding a scrappy gold heel.

“No we both know I take them off as soon as we get inside. It’s a waste,” you said grabbing the heel and putting it back on the shelf.

You walked over to the counter and placed both the red and black dress down. Bruce looked at you then the red dress he said you couldn’t wear to the gala.

“And when do you think you are going to wear that Mrs. Wayne,” he whispered in your ear as the lady at the register was checking you out.

“Why do you want to know Mr. Wayne,” you asked grabbing your wallet to hand money over to the store clerk.

“So I can clear my schedule and give Alfred the day off and make sure I kick the kids out,” he mumbled against your neck. He pulled away when the store clerk cleared her throat.

The lady handed you back your card and the receipt. You gave her a small smile apologizing for your behavior and Bruce grabbed the dresses before the two of you walked out. You were on your way out of the mall when something caught your eye at the baby store.

“Omg, Bruce look,” you exclaimed taking his hand and pulling him to the window.

The baby store in question had a little section for the justice league. There were onesies with all the symbols. Some towels had the cowls as hoodies. There were booties and bibs.

“I told you about this stuff months ago,” he laughed at your excitement over the clothes.

“I do not remember that, you must have told your other wife…. Clark,” you joked slapping his biceps. “I wanna look.”

You ran inside to get a closer look at all of the adorable baby clothes. While you loved your kids and adore their birthparents (sometimes) for raising them, you wished you have gotten the boys when they were babies. The amount of embarrassing baby photos would be astronomical.

“Is there something you want to tell me,” your husband asked when he found you holding up a batman onesie with a cape and a flash onesie with little lighting bolts on the booties?

“No,” you told him tossing them both to him when you saw teething toys.

There was a baterrang, a lightning bolt, Diana’s shield, and a little thing of kryptonite. Bruce smiled at the look in your eyes over all the little things he approved to be made. He noticed how you were heading over to the stuffed animal.

“Ok, time to go,” he said grabbing her arm and pulling her from the store.

“But I need to look at the plushy martian manhunter,” you whined trying to escape his grasp.

“No you don’t,” he adjusting the shopping bags before he tossed you over his shoulder.

“Bruce,” you whined as he carried you out of the mall like a sack of potatoes.

As you pass people you could see them whispering and taking pictures of the two of you. “You know this is going to be on the cover of the tabloids tomorrow,” you scorned him as you pinched his sides.

“It better be my ass and not yours,” he responded with a bit of an angered tone. You could hear the stares he was giving to the people who were trying to take pictures.

“Well, it will be your fault my ass is front page news.”

Bruce finally put you down but still held your hand tightly so you wouldn’t run off. “What would you do with a stuffed superman,” he asked you as he opened the doors to exit the mall.

“Give it to our kid,” you said in a matter-of-fact-tone.

“They would happily take it just to annoy me,” he responded.

“In not talking about them.”

“Wait are you,” bruce asked stopping in the middle of the parking lot.

“No, bruce I was joking,” you said kissing his cheek.

“Thank god. I don’t think we could handle another kid. I'm at my wits end with Damien,” he said snapping back to reality.

Once you got to the car bruce opened the trunk to put the bags in there and opened your door. “Why cause he took the pig to school,” you asked after he got in the car.

“No, because he attacked a kid for trying to feed said pig bacon,” bruce said resting his head against the headrest and letting out a sigh.

“He what,” you exclaimed. “He told me about the pig, not the attack.”

“Of course, he didn’t,” he laughed. “I wondered why you didn’t bring it up.”

After the car ride home, you debated yelling at Damien but decided against it when you heard the boys fighting in the living room. You walked in and saw there were wrestling for the remote.

“They haven’t seen us yet, we can slowly back away and pretend we were never here,” you whispered trying to escape what was bound to be something only you could solve.

“Have I told you how much of a genius you are,” he laughed agreeing with your plan.

“Mom,” you heard Jason yell shattering your plans. “Tim won’t give me the remote.”

“I was watching that,” Tim yelled.

“Well it was boring and Dick and I want to watch the game,” Jason yelled back.

You let out a sigh and placed your purse on the table behind the couch. Sometimes you hated how much of a momma’s boy they were.

“I want to watch the new animal documentary on Netflix,” Damien said snatching the remote from Tim.

“No please they always show a dead animal and I don’t feel like crying tonight,” Dick whined laying out on the floor like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.

“Who had the remote first,” you asked.

“I did,” they all yelled followed by a “liar”

“I was here first,” Tim yelled.

“I was born first,” Dick yelled.

“I'm the favorite,” Jason yelled.

“Yeah well, I actually live here. You two have your own apartment but for some reason are always here,” Damien yelled at Dick and Jason. “And you are supposed to be in your dorm room,” he yelled at Tim. “So I get the remote for being the only one who is supposed to be here.”

“Damien, this is your brother’s home too. Just because they moved out doesn’t mean they are unwelcome. Jason, I have no favorites,” you said grabbing the remote from Damien. “Also why didn’t you tell me about the fight over the pig,” you asked looking at him.

“You told her,” Damien exclaimed turning to his father.

“You were supposed to,” Bruce exclaimed back.

“No animal documentary, Jason, Dick we have more rooms with bigger tvs go find one. Tim what were you watching.”

“It was a live video of the growth of fungus,” Jason said.

You looked over to Tim who just sign and nodded his head agreeing with Jason’s description. Bruce kissed the top of your head handing you the bag for Tim and said he was going to put your dresses away.

“They had everything,” Tim asked grabbing the bag and looking in it.

“They didn’t have one thing I can’t remember which one,” you said smiling at his excitement over whatever he was doing.

“We have some at Wayne industries, I’ll grab one when I go to work tomorrow,” Bruce said looking at Tim.

“Thanks, dad, thanks mom,” he said running up to his room forgetting his fight over the remote.

“So we get the tv,” Dick asked sitting up.

“No, I want to watch the cheesiest stupidest rom-com ever created. And this is my house so I get the tv,” you told him turning on the Hallmark channel.

“Technically this is father’s house,” Damien said next to you.

“Please Bruce is whipped. What mom says goes,” Jason said sitting next to you and resting his head on your shoulder. “Plus I’m sure he is scared of her.”

“Who is scared of whom,” Bruce asked walking back into the room.

“Are you scared of mother,” Damien asked him.

“Of course not,” he said looking lovingly into your eyes. As soon as you turned away you saw Dick laugh. Bruce was probably nodding his head.

“Is that why you always listen to me,” you asked your loving husband.

“No I listen because I love you and if I don’t you won’t have ,” bruce started to say.

“Gross guys why can’t you guys be like the statistics had to be divorced and hate each other. We wouldn’t need so much therapy from hearing about your sex life,” Jason complained as he fake-gagged.

“We scar you because we love you,” you joked pulling Jason into a tight hug.

“Please love me less.”

“Never, now go watch your game,” you told him messing up his hair before pushing him off the couch.

“Whose playing today,” Bruce asked taking Jason’s spot.

“Knights and Sharks,” Dick said standing up and wiping the lint off his pants.

Bruce grabbed the remote from you and put the game on. Jason and Dick smiled at the anger on your face as you looked at your husband.

“I was watching that,” you said trying to get the remote back.

“I can tell you how it ended. She falls from him. He finds out she was lying. She goes back to the big city and is almost fired cause she is too heartbroken. He realizes he loves her and misses her. He waits for her outside her work and professes his love and forgives her. And they live happily ever after,” Bruce said keeping the remote out of her reach.

“He the big city person. So no you don’t know how it ends,” you replied sticking your tongue out.

While they watched the game you played on your phone. They would occasionally bother you when they yelled at the tv but for the most part, you enjoyed this normal family time. Halfway through the 4th quarter, Alfred announced that dinner was ready. While you got up to let Tim know, Dick, Jason, and Bruce stayed glued to the tv. Damien was already sitting at the table with Ace’s head resting on his lap.

“If you do not get to the table now you will not be eating dinner,” Alfred announced.

The boys turned and looked at Alfred when the threat left his mouth. You laughed at the look on Jason’s face while he looked at Alfred and then back to the screen that said 5 minutes left.

“Al, let them finish the game besides I’d rather have dinner with my favorite,” you said walking into the dining room.

“I thought you didn’t have favorites,” Dick yelled after you.

“Which one of us is it mother,” Damion asked shoving food in his mouth.

“Alfred,” you smiled at your son. “He’s the only one that doesn’t make me want to rip my hair out.

You sat at the table but waited til everyone was seated to start eating. They came in 10 minutes later in a good mood. Your husband kissed your temple as he passed by you to get to his seat. It wasn’t often that everyone was sitting at the dinner table. You just sat there and watched your boys talk and joke around. After a few minutes, your hunger took over your motherly need to watch over your boys.

“Delicious as always, Al,” you said after taking a bite.

“Are you going to spare with us mother,” Damien asked.

“Yes, I will,” you said shoving a big bite of salad in your mouth.

“Is that wise?” Tim asked.

“It's just light sparing right?”

“Bruce doesn’t know the meaning of light,” Jason said giving you a worried look. “You might get hurt.”

“I can handle myself boys,” you assured them.

“Will I get grounded if I accidentally hurt you,” Dick asked?

“One, of course not. Two, you are too old for me to ground, Richard.”

“My government name. I thought you loved me, mom,” Dick whined laying his head down.

You got up and went to go give your oldest baby a hug. Once he stopped being dramatic, you left to go get dressed and warm up. You were stretching when they came into the cave ready to spare.

“I'd rather not go against mom, it's too weird,” Tim said as soon as he walked in.

“Scared she’s going to beat you, Todd,” Damien teased.

“I'd pay to watch mom kick your ass,” Jason laughed slapping his back.

“Enough, spare like normal,” Bruce said grabbing your arm and pulling you to the side. “Keep your feet shoulder length apart, and tighten your core.”

“Bruce I know what I’m doing,” you replied bouncing on your heels.

While Tim was fighting Damien and Jason was fighting Dick, you and bruce just walked around in circles. You would throw a punch or try to kick but he was easy to block it. You were working up a sweat while he just stood there and took everything.

“Babe, come on,” you exclaimed tired of his inaction.

“Is it so wrong that I don’t want to attack my wife,” he asked with a joking smile.

“You think I can’t do this,” you asked slightly shocked at his disbelief in you.

“Of course, you can,” he replied.

“Then punch me, Wayne.”

Bruce threw a punch but you sidestepped grabbing his wrist and flipping him onto his back. The room suddenly fell very quiet. The boys stopped fighting and they just stared at you standing over bruce. You held your hand out to help him up.

“I told you I can handle myself,” you said as you pulled him up. “So maybe don’t pull your punches.”

Bruce threw another punch this time a bit faster but you were still able to avoid the blow. You crouched down and punched him in the right kidney. As soon as he doubled over, you placed your foot on his hip and pushed him over. This time he got up faster and gave you a big smile.

“Ok not bad.”

“Not bad, she put you on your ass twice in 5 minutes. How,” Jason asked laughing.

“When I first got to Gotham I took self-defense lessons.”

Bruce took a step towards you and faked that he was going to throw a punch but instead he sweep his leg and knocked you on your ass. He knelt down next to you to make sure you were okay.

“Shit are you okay.”

“Just because I don’t were spandex and go out with you guys every night doesn’t mean that I'm fragile,” you scorned as you held your hand out. “Now let’s continue.”

Bruce helped you up and the two of you circled each other. The boys gave up on sparing and just watched. You threw a punch but bruce avoided it as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. Your back was pressed against his chest and his other arm had you in a light choke hold.

“You got a whole lot hotter Mrs. Wayne,” bruce whispered in your ear.

“Why because I can kick your ass.”

“Yes.”

“Is that why you spend all your free time with the joker. Do I have competition?”

You put your left leg between his and put your other hand over his arm around you. You sweep your leg forwards to get him off balance and pulled his arm off you. Since he was still gripping your wrist you moved to his side and flipped him over. Instead of landing on his face, Bruce landed on his knees as if he was doing a superhero landing.

“20 bucks on mom,” Jason called out.

“Father has years of training. My money is on him,” Damien said.

“Have anyone of you knocked Bruce down. Mom’s secretly a badass,” Tim said taking a seat.

“I’ve trained with Bruce for years. I’ve gotten some good hits but never won. Mom’s getting lucky but I’m with Damien on this,” Dick said.

“Trying to focus guys,” you yelled dodging another punch.

You and Bruce continued to throw punched and dodge them. You occasionally got some good hits on him and he hit your stomach once or twice but never too hard. The two of you kept going at it for about ten minutes. Your breathing started to get heavy but your husband was still springy.

“Are you trying to kill me,” you asked trying to catch your breath.

“And raise these kids by myself,” he asked looking at you and then the kids. “No."

“You got the mom,” Dick cheered you on.

“Wait so you are going to cheer me on but think your father is going to win,” you asked turning towards your eldest son.

“He’s more likely to win but I think you're doing great,” he replied with thumbs up.

Since you were distracted you didn’t notice Bruce grab your waist and threw you over his shoulder so you were hanging upside down. Your face was in the middle of his back so you did the only logical thing you could do. You bit him.

“Ow,” he exclaimed dropping you. “You bit me.”

You landed on our back but quickly got up to face your slightly mad husband.

“I was distracted by our son.”

“You bit me like some feral animal.”

You gave him a big smile before you threw another punch he quickly dodged and threw his own hitting your chin. You stumbled back trying to steady yourself.

“Damn,” you heard one of your kids say.

“That looks like it hurt,” another kid stated.

“Shit are you okay,” Bruce asked grabbing your face and looking at where he hit you.

“How bad,” you asked moving your chin around to test out the pain.

You flinched a bit when he pressed firmly on your chin.

“It's going to bruise,” he said gently rubbing over it.

“Well don’t piss me off or I will ruin your image,” you replied with a smile trying to make everyone calm down.

You pushed him off you and got ready to continue but your husband just stood there. He was hesitant to continue and his stomach churned at the sight of the redness on your chin. You walked over to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek letting him know you were okay before you swept his leg out from under him and caused him to fall hard on his back.

You were staring down at him laughing at his shocked expression when he wrapped his legs around your ankle knocking you down. He pinned your arms above your head and straddled you.

“I'm being a concerned husband and your a conniving little witch,” he said staring at you once again making sure you were okay.

You gave him a smile before pressing your lips against his. You felt him relax into the kid before your used all your strength to push him to his back so you were straddling him. This time you pinned his arms by his head.

Even though he could easily get you off him, he just let you keep him pinned. Jason knelt next to you and slapped his hand on the floor three times before yelling pinned. You tried to get up but Bruce firmly placed his hands on your hips and kept you from moving.

“what are you doing,” you said sitting up and slapping his hand.

“You really shouldn’t move,” he said with a deeper tone drawing your attention to his growing boner.

“Oh god I’m done,” Jason shivered as he stood up. “Thank you for the trauma. Love you mom. Take some Tylenol,” he said before leaving the room.

“Why did jay,” dick started to ask before he looked back at you. “Oh…Oh…Ew. Come on guy Im never coming home again. And I’m taking the kids.”

Dick pulled Tim and Damien out of the cave leaving the two of you alone. Bruce help your hip tight as he sat up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him along his jawline.

“Mr. Wayne do you need help with that,” you asked with a small laugh as you moved your hips.

“If you don’t stop Mrs. Wayne, I’m going to take you right here,” he said pressing you close to him.

“We should probably take this upstairs. Even you don’t have enough money for their therapy if they catch us.”

He let out a laugh before kissing your neck. His hands moved from your hips to your ass as he stood up while still holding on to you. Once he was on his feet you wrapped your legs around his waist and started kissing and sucking his neck as he carried you upstairs. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, bruce tossed you on the bed. He quickly took his shirt off before climbing going to the bed and kissing every inch of you before meeting your eyes.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered as he kissed your chin.

“I'm fine bruce,” you assured him as you forced him to look you in the eyes. “It was an accident. Right?”

“Of course,” he said with a serious look on his face.

“Just making sure we weren’t holding a grudge from me preferring the superman doll over the batman doll,” you joked gently stroking his face trying to get the serious look off it.

“I wouldn’t punch you, I would ask for a divorce,” he smiled kissing the inside of your palm.

“Are you,” you asked running your hands down his back.

“Not yet,” he said slowly lifting your shirt up.

“Good.”

He helped you take your shirt off before he started kissing every inch of your exposed chest. He lowered to the top of your leggings and kept his eyes on you as he slowly took them off. Once they were off, he stood up and let his eyes wander all over your body. He quickly removed his pants and boxers before kissing his way back up your body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. He firmly pressed his lips against yours as his hands took off your bra. Your hands ran through his hair as he started kissing your neck then the top of your breast then the space between them. A moan escaped your throat as he attached his mouth to your left breast.

“Bruce,” you cried.

“Yes dear,” he asked looking up at you with a smirk.

“I need you,” you said harshly pulling his hair.

“I’ve got you,” he said before he ripped your underwear off.

Your wrapped your legs around him and pushed him on his back so you were straddling him. You placed your hands on his chest and raised your hips so he could position himself before you slowly lower yourself on his cock.

“Fuck,” he whined when he was fully inside you.

Bruce grabbed your hips in an almost bruising force as he slowly lifted thrusting in and out. You rested your forehead against him as he brutally thrust up into you.

“Oh god,” you moaned as you scratched his shoulders and chest.

Bruce rolled you onto your back before he started pounding into you much faster and harder than before. His hand caressed the side of your body before it stopped on the back of your thigh. He wrapped your left leg around his hips ad he continued fucking you.

“Shit,” he groans gently biting your neck.

“Don’t stop,” you cried when you felt a knot form in your lower stomach.

Since his right hand was gripping your ass pulling you to him as he pounds into you his left hand formed tight circles over your clit. Before you could tell him you were about to cum the knot snapped.

“Bruce,” you screamed as you scratched at his back hard enough to draw some blood.

Bruce didn’t stop when the tears started falling from your eyes from the overstimulation. He pounded harder and faster til your second orgasm came and went. His head fell to your chest as he stilled his movements.

“Fuck,” he groans as he came.

He stayed buried deep inside you as you stroked his back and kissed his face. After a few more minutes he slowly pulled out causing you to wince. He walked into the bathroom to grab a wet towel. After he cleaned you up he got back into bed and pulled you to his side.

“Best day ever,” you joked drawing circles on his chest.

He let out a laugh before kissing your temple. He grabbed her leg and pulled it over his waist to have you closer to him. The two of you just lay there holding each other til you noticed the time.

“You have to get ready,” you said pulling yourself from him.

“I'm not going out tonight. The boys have it,” he replied pulling you back to him.

You were about to question him but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He drew circles on your hip as you scratched his head. Not long after soft snores filled the room. As he slept you just looked down at your husband and smiled. Trying to burn the peaceful look on his face into your memories. It’s a rare look for Batman. You ran your fingers through his hair again before you got up to use the bathroom. His hand grabbed your wrist before you took a step.

“Come back to bed,” he said groggily.

“I'm going to the bathroom you oof,” you laughed kissing his hand before he let you go.

As soon as you came back into the room and were inches from the bed his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the bed. His head rested on your shoulder and he held onto you for dear life.

“I was gone for 3 minutes,” you laughed as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“Too long,” he replied like a little kid.

“Good night you oof,” you said wrapping your arms around him.

“Night,” he mumbled before his snores filled the room again.

With his even breaths, his snoring, and his body heat, it didn’t take long of you to fall asleep either. Being married to Bruce Wayne is difficult. Sometimes you don’t see him all day. It's stressful never spending time with him but the days he’s all yours or the little moment where his focus is solely on you outweighs the bad.

“Are they naked,” you heard a voice whisper in the room.

“Of course they are. The fuck like rabbits,” another whispered.

You didn’t fully realize someone was in the room til Jason shook you awake. You open your eyes and saw all four of your boys standing in the room.

“What,” you asked tugging the blanket closer to you and your husband's naked bodies.

“Just letting you know we’re are home and safe, night mom night bruce,” Jason said kissing your forehead.

One after another the dick, Tim, and Damien kissed your forehead goodnight. As soon as they left bruce mumbled into your neck.

“What,” you laughed trying to look down at him.

“It's cute when it’s just you, they are waking up,” he said turning on his side and pulling you tight against his chest.

“Shut up, I know you were worried too,” you said slapping his hand that rested on your stomach.

“Of course but I was having the best dream about my gorgeous wife,” he said peppering your neck with kisses.

“How dare they ruin that dream,” you joked.

“Well it got better since she is naked in my arms,” he said grinding his hips against yours so you could feel how hard he was.

“Absolutely not, I’m going back to sleep,” you said pinching his hand. “Either wait or handle it yourself.”

“I’ll always wait for you,” he whispered in your ear.

You let out a laugh at his cheesy joke before going back to sleep. You wanted to savor these last minutes with him before Thursday started and the two of you were back to doing your separate things.

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Killing for Love

Mystic Falls, Virginia, is a small town. Home to 5 thousand mystical creatures such as vampires, witches, werewolves, and 2 humans: me and Matt Donovan. One of said vampires happens to be my loving boyfriend. Sure, he has killed people, but I love him and he is sometimes very cute.

That was what came from the 2 hours of effort you put into your history paper. The assignment was to write about the history of your hometown. Easy. Finding the actual motivation to thread out the vampire history and the human history. Hard. You were sitting in the common room of your dorm room at Whitmore College trying to fight the urge to bang your head into your computer. Either to end it all or to knock some ideas out of your head.

“How’s the paper coming, love,” you heard your boyfriend ask as he sat down next to you and placed a nice hot cup of tea in front of you.

“It's going,” you mumbled after resting your head on his shoulders.

Enzo looked over at your computer and let out a small chuckle. “I'm sometimes cute,” he asked bending his neck so he can see part of your face.

“Yes, like right now, the mocking-not cute,” you scorned him as you turned your head to bite his shoulder.

“ow, darling. Put the teeth away. I'm sorry for the mocking but I don’t think this paper will get you the A you want,” he said rubbing circles on your back. “I might get you a nice little vacation with a very snug jacket and slightly bouncy padded walls.”

You tried to turn and bite him again but he put his palm on your forehead and held you at arm's length as you snapped your teeth like a piranha. Once you stopped trying to bite him he pulled you into a hug and brought his mouth to your ear. “Darling, we both know I’m the biter in this relationship,” he teased as he gently nipped your ear. “Now how about we get your mind off the terrible paper.”

You were going to bite him again but he held his finger up as a warning. “I'm telling you, love. You bite me again I bite you.” He looked over your body before meeting your eyes again, “and Im starving”

You didn’t know if he meant literally like he wanted to BITE you or if he was hungry in a sexual sense. And honestly either way you trusted Enzo completely. If he really needed to, you would let him drain you of a pint or two but he always refused. He first said he didn’t want to hurt you, then your skin was too perfect to puncture then he joked about how one doesn’t eat where he fucks.

Before you could argue that the paper was due at the end of the week, he closed your computer and put it in your bag. “Enzo I can’t,” you started to say before he stood up and picked you up to toss you over his shoulder. “Don’t forget my bag,” you sighed accepting your fate and falling limp as he carried you through the dorm building to your room.

When he got to your room you pulled your dorm room key off your wrist and held it out for him to take. Your roommate was a little startled by the sight of your boyfriend carrying you like a sack of potatoes but went back to her work when Enzo informed her of his plans to help her relax. “Carry on, will she be back for dinner,” she asked without looking up from her textbooks.

“Nope, you will see her in the morning,” he replied slapping your ass and walking back out of the room after placing your bag on your bed.

“I can walk you know,” you told him as you playfully slapped his ass.

“I thought you enjoyed the view, I know I am,” he said placing a kiss on your hip.

“I'll stab you,” you threaten.

“You’re as violent as a bunny. I recall you crying about a spider and asking me to kill it but then crying when I tried to kill it.”

“Its family was waiting for it. He just got lost and scared me.”

He let out a chuckle at how sweet and innocent and pure you were. Enzo never went a day without thanking the gods about you coming into his life even though he knew he will never deserve someone as good as you.

As he was carrying you to his car, you happened to pass Alaric. He stopped in his tracks and just gave you a small smile. “How’s that research coming,” he asked you when you raised your head to look at your occult professor.

“It's coming, she requires a bit more in-depth research,” Enzo said with a slightly deeper voice trying to get the double innuendo across.

Understanding what he was meaning, Alaric shook his head and continued to wherever he was heading. You once again slapped your boyfriend over the awkward interaction. Not only was Alaric your professor he was a good friend and while it shouldn’t have been awkward to say such things in front of a friend, it was seeing how said friend was also your history teacher in high school.

“I hate you.”

“You are a terrible liar, love.”

When you finally reached his car Enzo opened the door and buckled you into the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel. He took his phone out of his pocket and put on your favorite playlist before he started the car. He was driving away from both the campus and Mystic Falls so your curiosity was peaked.

“Where exactly are we going,” you asked grabbing his hand from the wheel and holding it.

“It's a surprise,” he said quickly looking at you and smiling at your look of annoyance.

After 2 years of dating, he knew you hated surprises because in Mystic Falls they ended with someone dying, but he loved seeing the look of pure joy on your face whenever he surprised you with things. Your brain was finally relaxing from your intense study session. You were softly singing and you were absent-mindedly writing “Mrs. St John” over and over on Enzo’s hand which was resting on your thigh. The action brought a smile to his face cause he had that name running through his mind over and over again too. He adored you and if he knew you were ready he would ask you to marry him right now.

Suddenly a car rear-ended you guys. It was a small fender bender so no one was hurt but this look of anger came across Enzo’s face. He didn’t care about his car hell if it was just him in the vehicle he would wave the guy off and call it a day. But you were sitting in his passenger seat rubbing your neck cause the seat belt dug into it.

“Are you okay,” he asked grinding his teeth and trying to control his vampire face.

“Babe I’m fine,” you promised but he wasn’t looking at you his eyes zoned in on the motion of your hand rubbing your neck trying to soothe the sting. “Please take a breath Enzo, I’m fine. The redness will go away. Listen to my heart.”

You could hear the other driver getting out of his vehicle and could hear him say he was sorry. Grabbing his hand, you placed it over your heart and held his face so he was looking into your eyes. “Don’t kill him. It was an accident. I’m ok.”

There was a knock on the window. You held him til you saw the anger fade away. He placed a small kiss on the redness on your neck then turned to the other driver.

“Man I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I was on the phone with my wife and she was rambling on about what we needed from the store. Shit are you guys okay,” he asked as soon as Enzo stepped out of the car.

“We are fine mate, be more careful next time,” Enzo said trying to compel him.

In his mind all his plans to help you relax flew out the window. Now all he wanted to do is to triple-check you were okay and just hold you.

“Yeah, I’ll be more careful next time. I’ve already called the police,” the guy said walking back to his car to check the damage.

Enzo walked to the back of his vehicle. There was a small dent nothing major. He looked up and saw that you were staring at him. He knew you were keeping an eye on him so he wouldn’t kill the other guy. Enzo gave her a small smile and mimed an ‘x’ over his heart and held his right hand up. He heard her laugh and she turned forward trusting him.

He was going to tell the other driver he could just leave and the police were not needed when something sharp pricked his neck. The other driver injected him with vervain. Enzo quickly passed out and collapsed onto the truck on the car than on the ground. You quickly turned toward the sound and saw only the other driver holding a syringe in his hand.

“What are you doing,” you called out as you got out of the vehicle.

Before you could get closer to your boyfriend a cloth covered the lower half of your face and a strong-smelling chemical filled your lungs before you passed out.

You woke up to the sound of Enzo calling out your name. He was on his knees and had chains around his neck and both wrist. The chains were connecting him to the brick wall behind him. Instinctively, you tried to get up but there were ropes trying you to a wooden chair.

“Are you hurt,” Enzo asked baring his fangs at the thought of these men touching you let alone hurting you.

“My head hurts,” you said goggly. You tried to move your arms again but whoever tied those knots was a very good boy scout when they were younger.

“I know I promise, love, but I'm going to rip out all of their throats for hurting you,” he said trying to rip the chains off the wall but failing. The vervain was still in his system.

Before you could reply two men walked into the room. One was the guy from the accident but you couldn’t see the other one. The guy from the accident was throwing water on Enzo but based on the fact that he was groaning in pain it was more likely vervain.

“Stop leaving him alone,” you cried once again trying to get out of your restraints.

“Calm down sweety, once he is gone you will be safe,” the other guy said.

You stilled when you hear that voice. The voice you have known all your life. The voice that read you bedtime stories and told you it would be ok whenever you cried. You turned your head and saw your father standing behind you.

“Daddy,” you asked as tears fell from your eyes.

“I'm so sorry sweety. If I have know you were with him I would have waited til he was alone. But now you can see what Enzo is,” he said kneeling in front of you and untying your wrist.

“Please don’t do this dad,” you cried as you rubbed your wrist.

“Enzo is a vampire. He has killed people. He will kill you,” your father announced as he helped you up out of the chair.

You looked past Enzo who didn’t retort to what your father just said. He didn’t need to. You knew his mind, body, and soul. He knew he didn’t need to give your father the satisfaction of his reply. But he did see the hurt in your eyes. You knew this was going to end one way. With someone dying.

“Leave, love. I’ll keep my promise,” Enzo said when your tears started falling harder.

You took a step towards Enzo but your father’s hand gripped your upper arm. Enzo thrashed at the sight. It wasn’t a tight grip but it was the fact that he was trying to stop her from going to him that angered him.

“Don’t,” your father warned you.

You pulled your arm from his grasp and fell on your knees before Enzo. He rested his head against yours and kept whispering “I’m sorry”.

“He would never hurt me, dad. He’s a good man,” you said looking back at him.

A look of confusion appeared on your father's face over the fact you were not shocked or scared about his news of what Enzo was. He collapsed in the chair and just stared at the two of you.

“my own daughter. Friends with vampires,” he said in disbelief.

“Just let him go. He won’t retaliate,” you tried to reason with your father. He was a good man. He never hurt anyone.

“They are liars. You can’t be sure of that.”

“He will cause he loves me. And I love him. And if you hurt him I won’t forgive you.”

Your father got up and you thought he was going to let Enzo go but he instructed the “accident” guy to take you to the back room.

“Don’t you fucking hurt her,” Enzo yelled as you were being dragged out of the room.

“Im ok. I’ll get Damon,” you whispered knowing Enzo could hear you.

You were brought to a small room with a dining room table and 3 chairs. There was an old tv on the counter by a sink and a metal framing of a bed in the corner. It looked like any movie bad guy’s safe house.

“Why are you with the bloodsuckers,” the guy asked you.

“The biting is very useful in bed,” you replied hoping to get him to leave but all you got and a look of disgust and disappointment.

“You’re a disappointment to your father. Sleeping with a vampire.”

“What do you expect? I read twilight growing up. And I wasn’t team Jacob.”

There was no reaction to your comment but when Enzo’s screams filled the air the guy had a look of enjoyment like his favorite song just came on. You tried to run to him but the guy forcefully pushed you back in your seat.

“It's ok. You are going to be ok. I’ll help you,” you said staring down your new capture.

“I don’t need your help,” the guy replied thinking you were talking to him.

Enzo’s screams filled the air again but then they quickly stopped. Dread filled your bones. Then your father walked in.

“Keep her here, til I get back,” he said not even looking at you.

“Daddy stop hurting him,” you warned him making a fist like you were about to punch your father.

“You see I’m doing the right thing when the compulsion is gone.”

“Im not under Enzo’s compulsion. He has never forced me to do anything I haven’t wanted to. I love him will all my heart and If you kill him you will lose me forever,” you yelled trying to get out of the room.

“Sit down,” your father yelled slightly scaring you. “When I get back you are grounded.”

“I'm a grown woman, you can’t ground me.”

“Watch me.”

Your father left and the guy watching you had a Hugh smile on his face. He was watching some game on the little tv but you tried to tune it out. You didn’t hear a car so where ever your father was taking Enzo it wasn’t far. You thought you could knock out this guy then your father and you and Enzo can just run away. Leave Virginia, leave America.

Your capture was enamored with the game that he didn’t notice you grab the broken piece of wood off the floor. After a while, he did notice that you were too quiet. As soon as he turned to look at you, you smacked him upside the head with the piece of wood. You ran out of the room and into the woods before he fell to the ground.

You kept whispering Enzo’s name hoping he would somehow tell you where he was. You just kept running and running til you hear the guy you just assaulted yell your name. You had made it a good couple of yards til he tackled you to the ground and pinned you.

“You little bitch, just cause your daddy is my boss doesn’t mean I’m going to let that slide,” he said picking up your shoulders and slamming you to the ground.

He was about to do it again when someone tackled him off you. The guy let out a scream and you heard the sound of his throat being ripped out. Dots filled your vision but then you saw Enzo. He fed you his blood so you could heal. And he helped you off the ground.

“Are you okay,” you both asked at the same time.

“I'm not the human, love,” he smiled as he brushed your hair behind your ear.

You wanted to melt into his touch but remember what was going on. Your capture was lying not 3 feet away from you and a lot of blood covered his neck.

“Is he….,” you asked not being able to tear your eyes away.

“No, he should be but no,” he replied grabbing your face and kissing you.

Enzo let out a groan of pain and he fell to his knees. Behind him stood your father with a gun. You yelled out and tried to help him up but before you could your father pushed you away from him.

“Damn it, you are going to let my daughter go,” your father yelled pointing his gun at Enzo.

“Stop it. He can’t compel me. I wear vervain,” you yelled. “I've worn vervain every day since freshman year in high school.”

Your father stopped and turned to you. You were lying on the ground and he towered over you with this murderous gaze. “Enzo can’t compel me. No one can. I love him. I will always love him. Please don’t do this.”

“My own daughter,” he spat in disgust. “A vampire killed my father and you over there spreading your legs for one like a whore.”

“Daddy,” you cried at his words. You weren’t super close to your father but he never raised his voice to you and certainly never said such nasty things to you.

He ignored your plea and turned back to Enzo who was still weak from the vervain and the wooden bullets in him. Also based on the look of his shirt he was been bled as well. There was nothing you could do to save him. All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms once last time. Enzo know he was going to die. It wasn’t on his list of things to do today but he would rather die than you hate him for killing your father right in front of you.

“I love you. You are going to be okay,” he said closing his eyes and waiting for the inevitable.

You felt around the ground for anything that you could use to stop your father. A rock, a stick. Hell a flower to shove in his face to disorient him. You had just about given up hope when your hand came across something sharp. Your attacker dropped his knife when Enzo pulled him off you.

“Dad, please put the gun down. I won’t ask again,” you warned with a little trimmer in your voice as you held the knife out. “I will hurt you if I have to.”

Enzo opened his eyes to see his sweet innocent girlfriend holding a knife to her father. There was a look in your eyes that told him that you would stab him. Enzo used the last of his strength to knock your father off his balance before he completely collapsed to the ground. You ran over to him and tried to wake him but Enzo had passed out. With little to no blood in his system, he might die before your father could shoot him. So you did the one thing Enzo swore he would never do. You gave him your blood. You took the knife and cut a small line on your wrist and held it against his mouth til he started to open his eyes.

“No, love,” Enzo said after 3 seconds. He knew he needed more blood but he didn’t trust himself to stop, even though he did have a ton of self-control.

“Enzo, you need more please,” you cried trying to bring your wrist back to his mouth.

“No, I have blood bags. Just give me a minute, love. I still have a surprise for you,” Enzo said placing a small kiss over the cut as if he was trying to kiss it away.

“You are not going anywhere,” your father said standing up. He stood over you and Enzo. The gun was pointed directed at his heart. It was one second but that’s all it took.

Your hand gripped the knife tighter and you lunged toward your father. The next thing you knew you were kneeling next to him as he was bleeding out.

“Oh god daddy, I’m sorry. You wouldn’t leave him alone,” you cried trying to press down on his abdomen to stop the bleeding. “Enzo please I need your blood.”

Enzo slowly but surely made his way over to you. He didn’t have much blood in his system but he would happily give every drop so you wouldn’t have to live with the guilt of having blood on your hands.

“No. I won’t become one of them,” your father said pushing Enzo’s arm away.

“No daddy, it’s just a little. It will be out of your system by the end of the day,” you tried to convince him but he was adamant about no vampire blood to heal him.

“I didn’t mean to daddy. I'm sorry. Please don’t leave me,” you said pressing harder but the blood just kept flowing. “I'll call 911.”

You tried to grab your phone out of your back pocket but it wasn’t there. The other guy must have taken it while you were passed out. “It's not here. I’ll run back to the cabin.”

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” Enzo said trying to stand up.

You turned to him then your father who wasn’t moving. “No,” you screamed collapsing to the ground. Enzo tried to put his arms around you to comfort you but you jerked from his touch and curled up into a ball in the middle of the forest.

Enzo gathered all the strength he had to search your father's body and the other guy who was passed out and he found a phone. He hid it from you not wanting you to see that thinking you might reel further into this breakdown seeing it. He called Damon and told him what had happened and asked for his help to take care of the body.

He sat against a tree close to you but far enough to give you the space you needed and waited for Damon. You didn’t come back to reality til you heard Damon, Stefan, and Caroline’s voices. Caroling helped you off the ground and helped clean your father’s blood off your hands. Damon tossed Enzo a few blood bags and commented on how there are two perfectly good blood bags here which earned him a slap from Stefan who had covered your father's body and compelled the other guy to forget everything. Everyone was talking about what had happened but your eyes never left the blood sheet that covered what used to be your father.

The next thing you knew you were back in Enzo’s car. This time there was no music. No smiles. No excitement/dread over the surprise. There was just silence. You sat unconsciously leaning away from Enzo rubbing your hands like there was still blood on them, like in Macbeth. Enzo stopped the car in front of a beautiful 2 story home. There were about 2 acres of land in each direction of the house. You could see a diving board for a pool behind the house.

“Whose house is this,” you asked.

Enzo’s heart ached. Your voice was scratchy and weak but he finally hear your voice. You didn’t realize that you hadn’t said a word to anyone in the past hour. “Ours. It was a surprise. I figured you wouldn’t want to be bombarded with a ton of questions from your roommate just yet,” he said getting out of the car. He was going to open your door but you had already gotten out and walked towards the front door.

Enzo was right behind you. He leaned over and unlocked the door. You stepped inside and looked around the living room.

“It's in your name. I can leave you alone if you want,” he said standing at the doorway. He pushed his selfish need to hold you and make sure you were okay out of the way. He was being truthful. If you told him that you wanted to be alone he would.

“I don’t…,” you said holding on to the wall as your started to fall. “I killed him.”

Enzo tried you run in and catch you but since your name was on the lease he couldn’t come in til you invited him. So he had to just stand there, helplessly.

“Please let me in,” Enzo begged to grip the door frame.

You sat there on the ground crying into your knees for five minutes. Once the tears stopped coming you looked up and saw the pain on your boyfriend's face. You knew it wasn’t his fault. But a small part of you resented him. The reason unknown. Maybe if he drank more of your blood he could have gotten you guys out of there and your father would still be alive. And that part of you didn’t want to see him. But the rest of you just wanted to fall into his arms and wait for everything to get better.

“Enzo please come in,” you said with a raspy voice from your screaming and crying. He quickly ran to your side and just held you. And this time you were leaning into him.

“I'm so sorry,” he said kissing the top of your head. “I would give anything to take away your pain. To make it where that never happened.”

“I hate that I killed him. But I also don’t regret it,” you said looking up at him. “Does that make me a terrible person?”

“Compared to me, love, you are still an innocent bunny.”

“Why wasn’t I good enough,” you cried again. Tear steadily fell down your face and stained Enzo’s shirt.

“What are you talking about,” he asked slowly raising your face so he can look you in the eyes.

“I wasn’t good enough for him. He didn’t love me enough to not kill you and then he didn’t love me enough to take your blood. He didn’t love me.”

“Shh, it's going to be okay. And he did love you. He was just set in his vampire-hating ways,” he said trying to console you. “He adored you. He told me. He thought he was protecting you from me and yourself. And even though he put you through this pain I respect him for that. If he could have shown me proof of how I would hurt you in the future. I would have let him kill me, I would have killed myself. Because you are the most important person to me.”

“But he….,” you started to say.

“He didn’t listen 'cause he thought what he was doing was the only way to protect you. He loved you enough to kill for you. As would i. You are more than enough. You are perfect,” he said picking you up to carry you upstairs to the master bedroom.

He sat you on the bed and went to grab some clothes out of the dresser.

“How are your clothes already here,” you asked when he brought you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers to change into.

“Your clothes are here too. Well, the ones you left at home when you went to college. And I bought you some more. Everything you ever need is already here. This place is ready to move into,” he said from the closet as he changed into basically the same thing you were wearing. “But that doesn’t matter right now. We are going to go to bed and I’m never letting go of you,”

“Is that a threat or a promise,” you asked getting under the covers.

He slid in behind you and pulled your flat against his chest. His left arm was under your head and his right arm held you close to him. “Both. I'm going to be here to help you through this and long after, love. You are never getting rid of me.”

Even though there was no space between the two of you, you tried to get closer. Because you knew he was going to be there. Even though you were still spiraling from what you just did you knew as long as you had Enzo, you were going to be ok.

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The man the world forgot part 7: First Night Together

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6

They arrived at a motel a little after 10 pm. Scarlet and Chris were on the road a lot longer than she wanted but in the long run, they would appreciate the extra hours on the road. Scarlet checked into the room while Chris got the bags out of Bert. She was lucky enough that there was a room available at a reasonable price. The Spanish Trails Inn was a crappy-looking motel but it was going to be where they rested their head for the night. The room had 2 twin beds, a bathroom that looked like it could be the filming location for a new SAW movie, and a desk. It wasn’t terrible but it was definitely nowhere near the nicest place.

The beds had red and gold sheets with a flower pattern on them. It was very fitting for a motel room. Chris placed the bags on the desk and took in the sight of the room. He then took the chair by the desk and brought it over to the door and placed it under the handle. After locking both locks and putting that bar over the door Chris gave it a text pull and was satisfied when it was nearly impossible to open.

“It's not that bad,” Scarlet said collapsing on the bed closest to the door.

“I saw crime scene tape on the way in,” he said grabbing her bag and putting it on the bed closest to the window.

“Ok fine I promise to find a holiday inn or a Hilton for the next hotel we need,” she said getting up and grabbing some clothes from her bag and going to change.

While she was in the bathroom Chris stripped down to his boxers and a plain white shirt. He got in bed and just stared at the ceiling til his road trip buddy came back. She glared at him seeing he stole her bed and went to the other one. He watched her put her bag on the ground and stand in front of the mirror next to the desk and moisturize her face and put lotion on her arms and legs.

“Tell me about your family,” Chris said sitting up and leaning against the headboard.

“A bit aggressive questioning,” she laughed as she jumped onto the bed and turned her head towards Chris.

“Gotta save my questions,” he replied.

“They are great,” she said with a mischievous smile. Knowingly not giving him the answer he wants.

She was laying on her side resting her head on her hand. Chris laid on his side facing her. “Why are you scared of dentists?”

“When I was 10 I went to the hospital for a really bad flu. There was a mix-up at the hospital. They switched my files with another person and instead of getting a saline bag to help keep me hydrated they brought me into an OR and ignored my crying saying I wanna keep my gallbladder. The doctors were all residents or interns or something and luckily they couldn’t start the surgery til an attending got there and the attending realized their mistake,” you told him as you rolled on your back.

“Damn,” he said sitting up and giving you his undivided attention.

“Yeah, I haven’t stepped foot in a doctor's office or the hospital since then. Luckily my dad was able to convince the nurse to give me any shots out in the parking lot. I was still very anxious and my dad had to hold me down for the shots. As for the dentist that was more recently. Last year I had to go get a cavity filled and they messed it up I saw the dentist 4 times in one week then I had to get my wisdom teeth removed and they didn’t tell me so I couldn’t mentally prepare for it. I haven’t been back since.”

“You should see the dentist. But definitely a different one.”

“Nah they are evil. Why the hell are they trying to start whole-ass conversations while BOTH their hands are knuckle deep in my mouth,” Scarlet shouted sitting up and looking at Chris.

Chris let out a hearty laugh making his head fall back. His left hand rested against his right chest. While he was laughing at her torment Scar got up and flicked him on the nose.

“Come on, don’t laugh at my trauma,” she said kicking his shin.

“No, I’m not I promise. But your right they are very chatty while digging in people’s mouths,” he said grabbing her hand and subconsciously gently rubbing circles on the back.

Scarlet sat on her bed. Her hands fell from his but their eyes remained connected. “What are you going to do if we fail.”

“I don’t know. Maybe get a degree and do animating. Would it be to stalker and sad to go back to Boston and live close to my family to keep an eye on them,” he asked finally breaking eye contact and laying under the covers.

“Maybe a little but it’s sweet from our perspective. Just don’t let them catch you. But I might be too much for you. I can’t see you being mentally and physically okay with being so close to Scott and everyone else but not being able to talk to them. It would be smarter to start over somewhere else,” she said matching his actions. “But we are getting you back home. You are going to see your dad again. See your family again.”

“Thank you for all of this Scarlet. I'm sorry about Becca,” he said laying on his side facing you.

“You saved me a long time ago, now it's my turn to be the hero,” Scarlet said with a smile.

“God Scar that was terrible,” he laughed turning away from her terrible joke.

“They only get better, we have 3 more states maybe.”

“Good night Scarlet,” Chris said bringing the covers up to his chin as he was still facing the door.

“Goodnight Evans,” she said staring at his back and slowly closing her eyes.

“Daddy, what’s this thingy,” Scarlet asked looking into the engine of Bert.

“That isn’t a thingy, it's a who-ja-ma-what-it, and it go clang clang,” he said focusing on the machine in front of them.

“What,” she asked not understanding what he was saying. It was like she could see what he was trying to say but all that came out of his mouth was nonsense.

“Pay attention princess, this is a thing a mabob and it's very important to the function of the vehicle. That and this chunky thing is connecting to this thing a what’s is. Don’t get that confused,” he said sternly looking at her.

She watched her father explain more but now car noises were coming out of his mouth instead of noise.

“Dad, what’s going on,” she asked backing away from the car.

“Scarlet, get back here. I'm not always going to be here to fix Bert,” he said suddenly in his work uniform.

“Daddy,” she asked with fear in every atom of her body.

Suddenly flames surrounded her father and Bert, but he didn’t move. It was almost like he didn’t realize it was happening.

“Dad you have to move,” she yelled.

“Scarlet, if you’re not going to pay attention please leave I'm working,” he said going back to working on Bert as the flames consumed him.

“Please daddy get out of there. I’ll pay attention I promise just get out. You're going to burn,” Scarlet cried as the flames took both her father and her car and the smoke filled her lungs.

“Please get out. Don’t leave me,” Scarlet whimpered in her sleep.

Chris walked back into the hotel room from getting himself and Scarlet some coffee. When he left she was peacefully sleeping but now she was tossing and turning and tears stained her pillow.

“Scarlet, wake up,” he whispered not wanting to cause her more pain if it was a night terror.

Chris placed the coffee cups on the nightstand and gently shook her shoulders. She still hasn’t opened her eyes and he could see drops of sweat covering her body.

“Come on Scar wake up,” he said shaking her a bit more roughly.

Finally getting her to wake up, Scarlet shot up and was looking around the room. Chris ran to get her glass of water as Scarlet just started crying. When he got back to her bed he sat behind her and just pulled her to him and held her.

“Shh it's ok, It was just a bad dream,” he said stroking her head til she started to calm down.

“I'm sorry,” she cried once she got her breathing under control.

“Shh, you have nothing to be sorry about. Here have some water,” he whispered to her and handed her the glass and wouldn’t let her go til she finished the glass.

When she finished he took the glass from her hand and placed it back on the nightstand. Chris turned her head so she was looking at him and just looked into her eye. He was searching to make sure she was ok.

“I’m better now,” Scarlet said staring back into his green eyes.

After finally seeing that she was ok in her eyes he let her go and got out of her bed. Chris went to sit on his bed and grabbed his coffee.

“Do you wanna talk about it,” he asked taking a sip.

“No,” Scarlet replied swiftly before she looked down at her hands.

“I got you coffee, it’s not the best but it's sufficient for now,” he said nodding over to the coffee cup on the nightstand.

Scarlet gives Chris a smile as a thank you. A face of disgust comes across her face as she takes a sip. Chris let out a small laugh at her reaction and took her cup and gave him hers.

“Here try mine, not any better but I used a shit ton of sugar,” he said tossing her cup in the trash.

“Better but not by much,” she said getting out of bed.

She looked over at Chris as he laid back in bed and put on the news. She notice how his hair was still wet most likely from the shower he had earlier. Scarlet took one last sip of the bitter liquid that was trying to pass itself off as coffee then handed the actor his cup back.

“I'm going to take a shower,” she said grabbing some clothes out of her bag and her toiletry bag.

The steam from Chris’s shower was still in the air when she stepped into the tiny bathroom. There was a clean but also a musky scent that filled her nose and any anxiety that still filled her from her nightmare left. With the warm damp air and his scent surrounding her, she could close her eyes and pretend she was still in his arms.

“God Scarlet grow up,” she told herself before she turned the shower on and waited for the water to get to the perfect temperature to get in.

“Christopher,” she yelled when she realized she forgot her phone.

“Scar, are you ok,” Chris knocked on the door and opened it a crack in case she was injured.

“Im fine I forgot my phone. Can you grab it for me,” she asked sticking her head out of the shower.

“Yeah,” he said closing the door and heading to grab her phone.

He came back less than a minute later and had one hand covering his eyes as he came into the bathroom. Chris held out her phone and was waving it around. Scarlet let out a small chuckle at how ridiculous he looked. Scarlet grabbed his wrist and could almost swear she heard him let out a small gasp. After she got her phone she put on some music and went to start her shower.

Chris quickly left the bathroom after he handed Scarlet her phone. He realized there was a burning sensation on his wrist. He decided that it was from the hot water from Scarlet’s shower. While she was showering Chris just laid on his bed and was watching the news til he realized why Scarlet needed her phone. It was faint but he could hear her singing. She was being drowned out by the water but her voice still traveled. So Chris muted the tv and just laid back and listened to Scarlet sing.

About 25 minutes later, Scarlet stepped out of the shower and turned her music, and wiped the condensation off the mirror. She was having her own little dance party as she dried her hair, put on her makeup, and got dressed to spend the entire day on the road. After giving herself another look in the mirror and grabs her dirty clothes before exiting the bathroom.

When she got back into the main room she saw how Chris was sleeping with his arm covering his eyes and his other hand resting on his stomach while the news played on mute. Scarlet threw her dirty clothes on her bag and slapped Chris’s feet to wake him up.

“Huh,” he said barely lifting his arm from his face to look at her.

“Wake up grandpa, what time is check out,” Scarlet teased him as she made her bed and then laid on her back horizontally across the bed with her head close to him.

“I'm not that old,” he groaned reaching out to slap your forehead but barely reaching so the tips of his fingers ran through your hair a bit. “11, we have to be out of this place at 11.”

“We can leave now,” Scarlet suggested hanging her head off the bed so he and the rest of the room were upside down.

“No, I want to rest my eyes a bit longer.”

“That’s was my dad would say before he passed out on the couch,” you teased him reaching your arm out to poke him in the stomach.

“I'm not old,” he groaned again slapping your hand away.

The two of you just laid there in silence tile Chris opened his mouth. “I liked that last song you were singing.”

“Oh no you heard me,” you whined as you covered your face in embarrassment.

“One, these walls are ridiculously thin, sunshine. Two don’t be embarrassed. I enjoyed my morning concert,” he said lifting his arm to look at Scarlet.

She gave him a small smile then rolled over to her stomach and held her head up with her hands. “So what am I supposed to do til then,” she asked glaring at him.

“Clean up your mess you slob,” he suggested after once again lifting his arm up and looking at her side of the room.

“Hey,” Scarlet exclaimed as she threw her pillow at him.

He took the pillow and hugged it as he turn to the side to get a couple more minutes of sleep. Chris heard Scarlet messing around the room gathering her thing so he just let himself slip further into his sleep. A sweet delicate smell filled his nose. It took him a couple of minutes to realize that it was Scarlet that he was smelling. So he opened his eyes expecting to see her right in front of him but when he opened his eyes she wasn’t there. But when he took a deep breath that scent was still strong.

Suddenly he was rudely woken up by another pillow slapping him on the shoulder. “I'm all packed up, your turn,” she said collapsing on her bed and just watching him grab his stuff out of the bathroom and then close the bag he brought up and sit on the bed.

“Seriously, you’re already done,” Scarlet asked him in disbelief.

“Yes, I don’t throw my stuff willy-nilly when I unpack or look through my bag, slob,” he joked standing up and tossing the bag on the bed.

Chris grabbed his things and then grabbed her bags before he went to open the door for Scarlet. She walked past him and a familiar scent hit him. It was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t place it.

“What is that smell,” Chris asked closing the door once they both stood in the hall.

“Oh yeah sorry. I always forget to pack something for trips and this time it was my bathroom stuff, so I borrowed your million and 1 body wash,” Scarlet said running her fingers through her hair.

His chest started to tighten at the words. That’s what he was smelling himself. On her. She smelled like him and honestly he loved it. “Million in one,” he asked once he was able to clear his mind and come back to reality.

“Guys things are everything in one. You got shampoo, body wash, face wash, oil for your car, oil to fry thing in, you can wash your car too,” She joked looking at her hair and frowning a little thinking of how harmful Chris’s stuff was to her hair. “But don’t worry as soon as I can I’ll get something and I won’t steal your stuff anymore.”

When they reached the lobby, Chris held out his hands for the keys. He let out a small smile at her hesitation and reassured her he just wanted to put the bags in the car while she checked them out.

“You guys are so cute together, how long have you been married,” the young lady behind the counter asked.

“Oh, we aren’t together,” Scarlet told her as she handed her the room key.

“My bad,” she apologized handing her the receipt and telling her to have a great day.

Chris was leaning on the trunk of Bert with his hands in his pockets looking at you. Once Scarlet got closer he pushed off Bert and tossed her the keys.

“What’s the plan for today, sunshine,” he asked opening the driver's door.

“Well Evans, we are just trying to get out of Texas,” she said getting in and looking up at her travel buddy before he closed her door and got in.

Part 8

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Little Miracle

“Elijah, where are you,” you whispered as you wandered through the woods.

There was still no answer. Elijah has been courting you for months now and he had his sister Rebekah deliver a message. ‘Meet me at our spot in the woods at sundown.’ You have been waiting by the giant rock for almost an hour and he still hasn’t shown.

“I did not go through the trouble of sneaking out to be abandoned Elijah,” you whisper yelled.

You were sitting on the rock waiting when a pair of hands covered your eyes. You freaked out and attacked the person behind you. Using the techniques, Elijah had taught you a few things to defend yourself you nocked the person off the rock and they et out a pained groan.

“It's me,” Elijah groaned holding his ribs.

“Oh Eli I’m so sorry,” you exclaimed jumping off the rock and running to his side. “What took you so long?”

He let out another pained groan after you slapped his shoulder. After glaring at him for a minute longer, you helped him up and leaned him against the rock.

“Father was in one of his moods and I did not want to leave Klaus til I knew father was asleep. And do not be sorry. I'm glad you remembered the things I taught you just maybe do not use them against me,” he explained holding your hand.

The two of you sat against the rock holding hands til Elijah pulled you onto his lap where you were straddling him. You pushed away from him and looked around to make sure no one was around.

“Elijah if we get caught my father will…,” you started to say but were interrupted when he pressed his lips against yours.

“No one knows where we are,” he said as his hands ran up your thighs under your dress. “Besides it will not matter much longer.”

You tossed your head back when Elijah’s lips went to your neck and his hand cupped your butt. As he was kissing your neck he pulled you against his lap. You gripped his shoulders and continued to grind your hip against his as you kissed his neck.

“Wait what do you mean,” you pushed away from him looking into his eyes.

Reluctantly he removed his hands from your ass and grabbed a ring from his pouch. It was a silver band with a green stone. “Mother said the stone represents the heart and it's supposed to be a protection,” he said holding the ring in one hand and your hand in the other.

“Elijah what are you doing,” you asked with tears in your eyes.

“Marry me. I do not want to have to steal these moments with you any longer. I want to kiss you in front of everyone. I want the world to know you are mine,” he said holding the ring over your finger and waiting for your answer.

You were too emotional to speak, so you just nodded your head and watched as the love of your life slide the ring on your finger. You stared at it for a few seconds but were brought back to reality when Elijah’s hands went back to your thighs.

“Let's go find the priest right now,” you suggested as you grabbed his face and kissed him again.

“No one besides us is awake at this hour, love,” he replied laughing.

“Then we can wake them up. I do not want to wait longer,” you whined resting your forehead against his neck.

“We are going to have to wait. But I know how we can pass the time,” he suggested as his hands roamed higher and higher under your dress.

His hands stopped just below your breast. While he pulled back to look into your eyes, his thumb stroked the underside of your breast. A small moan escaped your throat driving Elijah made. He quickly removed his hands and pulled the dress off you. As soon as he threw the dress over the rock his mouth went to your right breast while he played with the left one. You ground your hips against his growing erection and brought your hands down to untie his pants.

“I love you,” Elijah confessed kissing the space between your breast.

“I need you, Eli,” you gasped running your hands through his hair.

Suddenly Elijah rolled you guys over and has hovering over you. Your hands went back to trying to take his clothes off when he pulled his shirt off them pinned your hands above your head. You let out a small laugh as he struggled to take his pants off with one hand.

“I could help you,” you teased lifting your hips up to get some sort of relief.

“You’re impatient love,” he smirked finally getting his pants just low enough.

Your eyes traveled from his eye down his bare chest to his erect cock. The tip was red and leaking. You were too busy admiring the man on top of you that you didn’t notice his free hand pull your underwear down til you felt him push two fingers into you. You let out a moan and moved your hips trying to get him to go deeper.

“First thing in the morning, we are going to the priest my love,” he said stroking that one spot that makes your mind go blank. “We are going to move to the edge of town away from my father. It will just be the two of us and I will have you naked on our bed every night til the day we die.”

He removed his finger but before you could protest the action he plunged himself into you and rested his two hands on either side of your head, freeing your hands. You took the opportunity to run your finger through his hair and touch every part of him. His eyes bore into yours as he removed himself and plugged back into you with an almost punishing force.

“No one is going to take you away from me. You are mine and I am yours,” he said picking up his pace.

You were too lost in the pleasure to speak so you only just nodded your head and dug your nails into his back so deep that you broke the skin. Bringing your hands to his neck, you brought his lips to yours and kissed him like it was the last kiss you were ever going to have. This man was consuming your mind, body, and soul. You found yourself doing things you were not supposed to be doing. It wasn’t long til you lost control and the pleasure of the act filled every cell of your body.

“I LOVE YOU,” he grunted with each thrust before his pace slowed and he eventually stilled inside of you.

Both of you were covered in sweat and dirt and scratches, either from the twigs on the ground or the others hand. He remained in you as he pushed your hair out of your face and looked into your eyes.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever and will ever meet,” he said placing a small kiss on your nose.

“I love you too Elijah,” you said pulling him in for another kiss.

After another minute Elijah pulled himself out of you and pulled a blanket from a giant crack in the rock. It was a rather large blanket, large enough for both of you to lay one so the dirt and leaves will no longer be a bother and larger enough to cover both of you so you were not exposed to the world.

“Where did this come from,” you asked resting your head on his still bare chest and feeling the blanket.

“I had Rebekah make it so I can lay here with you a bit longer. I don’t like just leaving after,” he said kissing your temple.

“Rebekah willingly made you a blanket,” you asked skeptically.

“I promised to teach her some sword work and I told her it was for you so she was more willing to make it.”

“Well remind me to thank her. It is very comfortable,” you sighed looking up at the night sky.

The dark sky was filled with stars but it was a cloudy night to you occasionally catch a glance of them when the clouds moved. Being there in Elijah’s arms was so warming and after being tired from your intimate actions you fell asleep. You woke up late to Elijah stroking your arm.

He was kneeling next to you fully clothed holding your dress over his shoulders.

“How long have I been asleep,” you asked sitting up and stretching.

The blanket fell and was no longer covering your bare body. Elijah’s eyes wandered over your chest and noticed some faint bite makes all over. Pride filled his chest knowing that he had marked you. Realizing Elijah was distracted you snapped your fingers in his face bringing him back to you.

“Um four hours maybe, you should return home before your parent realize you are gone,” he informed standing back put and leaning against the rock.

He placed the dress on the rock and crossed his arms waiting for you to get up and walk towards him for the dress. He admired every inch of your body as you stood up. You grabbed your dress and quickly got dressed. Elijah walked over to you and plucked a leaf out of your hair causing you to laugh.

“How is it that you never get things stuck in your hair,” you asked grabbing the leaf and tossing it to the ground. “I always look terrible after.”

“You can never look terrible,” he reassured you griping the back of your neck. “And I take the leaves and twigs out before you wake. I don’t want to look terrible.”

You slapped his chest and started walking away from him. He let you get a couple of feet ahead of him while he shoved the blanket back in the crack. Once he was able to catch up to you he grabbed you by the waist and spun you around.

“Elijah put me down,” you laughed holding tight to his arms. You knew he wouldn’t drop you but you felt a bit uneasy not having your feet on the ground.

“Yes, wife,” he obeyed putting you down and kissing your neck.

“I'm not your wife yet,” you turned around to face him.

“Soon,” he said holding you against him.

He let you go but still held your hand as the two of you walked to the edge of the forest. The village started to come into view which slowed your steps. It wasn’t like you couldn’t see Elijah in the morning but he couldn’t hold you like you wanted him to. But that wouldn’t stay like that for long. He turned you to face him as if he could read your mind.

“Hey. As soon as I wake up I’m going to tell my parents that I'm going to ask for your hand. Then I’m going to run over to your house and talk to your parents. i won’t have to sneak off to kiss you,” he reassured you.

“But we will still have to wait for the ceremony,” you sighed knowing the two of you have to wait a couple of weeks to plan everything.

“Or we can tell them how I have already taken your innocents and you are carrying my child,” he said placing his hand over your stomach.

“Stop we do not know that,” you said actually hoping you were. “And my parent would poss disown me if you tell them I’ve laid with you before we were wed.”

You took a deep breath and took the ring off your hand and gave it back to Elijah. “You can give this back tomorrow.”

“Then you will never take it off again,” he said hating that he was going back home with the ring.

You woke up smiling when your husband walked in with a trey of food. He waited for you to sit up before he put the tray on your lap and got back in bed with you.

“What has brought that beautiful smile to your face darling,” he asked placing a kiss on your temple as you took a sip of coffee.

“I dreamt about the night before you asked me to marry you,” you smiled up at Elijah.

“And why would you be dreaming about that,” he asked smugly as he stole a piece of bacon.

“Maybe because over 1000 years ago today we got married for the first time,” you said stealing back your bacon.

Elijah tried to feign forgetfulness but you know Elijah never forgets a single anniversary. And if he ever missed one because a certain hybrid got made a daggered him, Elijah would wish you away for a little catch-up vacation. You kept staring at him waiting for him to give up on his joke as you ate the food he brought you. He gave you a knowing smile and got up and walked over to the closet. He came back out a few minutes later with a box.

“Elijah we said no gifts,” you scorned him moving the tray off your lap.

He gave you the box and took the tray to put it on the nightstand. You looked down at the box and then back at your husband who doesn’t listen.

“Eli,” you whined crossing your arms.

“Sweetheart just open it. I didn’t spend any money at all. I actually found it so I wouldn’t classify it as a gift.”

Reluctantly you opened the box and saw that inside was a tattered blanket. It was the blanket. The one Rebekah made decades ago. The one you thought was lost when Micheal chased you out of New Orleans 100 years ago.

“Elijah how,” you asked taking it out of the box and wrapping it around your body.

“Marcel said he kept some of our things that survived the fire in the basement and I decided to dig through a few boxes and I found it. There are a few holes and it’s close to falling apart but I wanted you to see it's still around before I get it mended.”

He noticed how you held your arms open for a hug and he pulled you onto his lap and you wrapped the blanket around him. This blanket was more than a reminder of the night he proposed to you. It was a reminder of your life as a human. Of your life back home before the world got flipped upside down and set ablaze.

“I love you,” you said kissing his neck.

“We go drop it off then walk around the city,” he suggested rubbing your back.

You nodded your head as you threw the blanket off your shoulders and ran into the closet to get dressed for the day. Elijah was waiting downstairs for you. He grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your hand. You were holding a bag with the blanket in your other hand but he took it from you. The two of you were about to leave when you hear Klaus call for Elijah.

“Sorry Niklaus but I'm taking a day off from your problems and spending the day with my wife,” Elijah said still walking away from his brother.

“I just wanted to wish the two of you a happy anniversary and I promise not to kill anyone or make a new enemy today. My gift to you,” he said engulfing you two in a hug.

“How kind of you Klaus,” you said skeptically as you patted his back.

“Now off you go you two love birds,” he said going back to whatever he was doing before.

As soon as you stepped outside the house it felt like before you became a vampire. There was no one trying to kill you and life was simple. You enjoyed this mundane moment with your husband. New Orleans was buzzing with life. So much that you could almost forget you were dead. You pass street performers and artists and those men who present to be statues. There was no single aspect of the city you hated.

“There is a seamstress just around the corner, we can get some coffee after,” Elijah stated as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I never say no to coffee, love,” you responded pushing him with your hip.

He let out a small laugh and then lead the way to the seamstress. The front of the store had gorgeous dresses from multiple time periods. You were pretty sure you owned most of them from back in the day. There was one that reminded you of when you and Elijah had one of your honeymoons back during the renaissance period. It was simple and much shorter than was socially acceptable back then but Elijah had brought you to a secluded cabin so you didn’t have to worry about being shunned or judged.

You kept looking around while Elijah brought the blanket to the counter. He was handed a ticket and stood behind you while you admired the other dresses.

“I had this exact dress,” you said feeling the fabric.

“Do you want it, love,” he asked remembering the dress you were talking about. It was right after you fled home. It was the first thing you bought.

“God no. Today’s standards for fashion may have downgraded but I do not miss the corsets.”

You took his hands and lead him out of the store and straight to the nearest coffee shop. Elijah ordered your coffee while you sat down at a table by the window and watched the people in the city. You were pulled from your people-watching when your husband placed your coffee on the table and sat across from you.

“What if we went on another honeymoon next month,” he suggested taking a sip of his coffee.

“Oh how about Disney or we can go back to bora bora, no a cruise,” you said full of excitement.

“Whatever you want love,” he stated grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

You were about to tell Elijah to stop being so lovey-dovey and pick a destination when you heard a child crying. You turned your head to the side and tried to focus on the sound. Noticing you focusing on something he tried to listen to but you ran out of the coffee shop. Elijah ran after you questioning what was wrong but you ignored him til you found the child. You were 3 blocks away when you saw a little boy balled up against a building crying.

“Hey buddy what’s wrong,” you asked the boy once you got to his side.

“I can’t find my mommy,” he cried lifting his head.

“What’s her name,” Elijah asked crouching in front of you too.

“I'm not supposed to talk to strangers,” the kid said sitting up straight and wiping the tears off his cheeks.

“Ok I'm (y/n) and this is my husband Elijah, and your right we could be freaks,” you said standing up. “Well, we are going to get ice cream I have enough for 3 people. I wonder who will get the last once.”

You grabbed Elijah and started to walk away but stopped when the little boy spoke up.

“I like ice cream,” he said wiping the dirt off his hands. “And I’m scared to be out here alone. I'm jack.”

“Well hello, Jack. Would you like to come get ice cream and then we can go look for your mom,” Elijah asked.

“Yes please, Elijah,” he said walking between you and Elijah.

The closest ice cream shop was a bit of a way away but the area you found the kid wasn’t the safest part of your beloved city. And you knew that if Jack was your son you would want someone to take him somewhere safer and help him. The ice cream parlor you found was packed with people but Elijah made sure that he grabbed a table.

“What kind of ice cream do you want,” Elijah asked standing and blocking the other customers from you two.

“Chocolate,” Jack stated excitingly.

“Okay, Chocolate and mint chip,” Elijah said repeating the order before he walked over to the counter.

“Eww you like mint chip,” Jack exclaimed with a look of disgust. “It tastes like toothpaste.”

“Maybe I like toothpaste,” you replied scrunching your nose at the child.

“You are a freak,” he laughed.

“No I’m old, old people love mint chip.”

“You don’t look old,” Jack said moving his head as if checking all your angles to see if he can find a wrinkle.

“Why thank you, Jack.”

Elijah came back carrying 3 ice cream cones. He handed Jack his chocolate, you your mint chip and he had a vanilla. Elijah sat next to Jack once again blocking him from the other customers. Jack sat there happily eating his ice cream. You kept your focus on Jack while Elijah tried to see is anyone in the area was looking for Jack. After a few minutes, he shook his head indicating he didn’t hear anything.

“How old are you jack,” you asked handing him a napkin and seeing how his face was covered in chocolate.

“I'm 7 1/2,” he announced before wiping his face clean.

“Wow you are a lot braver than I was at 7,” Elijah said turning to look at Jack.

“7 1/2 honey,” you said kicking his leg and reprimanding him for jack’s sake.

“I'm a big kid I have to be brave.”

“Do you know where you live,” you asked him.

“I can’t remember the address but my mom is a witch and has a shop,” Jack said looking down a bit ashamed he could remember his address.

“I know a lot of witches. What’s your mom’s name,” Elijah asked picking up the trash off the table and putting it in the trash can right by the table.

“Juliette LaMontgane.”

“Well let’s start heading to where most of the witch shops are and when Eli finds your mother’s address we will bring you home,” you suggested standing up.

The three of you exited the ice cream parlor and headed toward the French Quarter. Jack grabbed your hand as soon as you stepped outside. Elijah was on the other side of the jack and kept glancing over at the two of you. The sight of you with a child hurt. Before Henrik died and his mother turned you and his siblings he planned on having multiple children with you. He never wanted the house he would build for you to be silent.

While you loved the decades and century you had with Elijah, like Rebecca you wished to be human. You wanted kids with the man you love. You had been pregnant before you were turned but a lot of things were lost the night Henrik died. You hadn’t told Elijah right away not wanting to add to his loss but you did tell him decades later while you were babysitting for your friend in the 1300s.

It didn’t take long for Elijah to find the address for Jack’s mother. It was a bit of a way away so Elijah flagged down a taxi and took it the rest of the way.

“(Y/n) do you think my mom was mad when she noticed I was gone,” Jack asked looking out the window.

“Did you run away,” you asked him?

“Yes, I wanted to find my dad. He left a couple of months ago and I miss him.”

“I can promise you that your mom is more worried than mad,” you reassured him giving him a small hug.

“Are you a mom,” he asked looking between you and Elijah.

“No, we can’t have kids but I just know. And you can ask Elijah I’m always right.”

Jack looked to Elijah checking if she was right and he gave his a nod. “I have always listened to her and it has never steered me wrong.”

The taxi stopped in front of Jack’s mother’s shop. He jumped out of the car and ran straight inside and into his mother's arms.

“Oh jack I’ve been worried sick,” the older woman cried.

Besides Juliette and Jack, there was an officer in the shop. Juliette had called the police once she notice Jack wasn’t in his room. You went to talk to her while Elijah told the cops where you found Jack.

“Thank you so much,” Juliette cried giving you a hug.

“I just did what anyone would do. You have a brave kid there,” you said ruffling up jack’s hair.

“Thank you (y/n),” Juliette said again. “I know who you are. I'm indebted to you.”

“Nonsense. Spending the morning with Jack has been a treat. You don’t owe us anything,” you reassured her when Elijah walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You just stay out of trouble,” Elijah said walking over to jack and holding his hand out. “Listen to your mother.”

“Yes sir,” Jack said smiling and he gave Elijah a hug.

After he let jack go, you and Elijah left to continue your day. Before your got too far jack came running out of the shop with 2 string brackets.

“Here you go. I made them myself,” he said grabbing your wrist and tying it tight. He did the same to Elijah then ran back into the shop leaving you two on the street.

You let out a single tear imagining what could have been. Elijah suggested we head back home and you agreed that you just want to be in bed for the rest of the day. As you walked back to the compound you started thinking about what your child would look like.

“I've always liked Bella for a girl,” you said resting your head on Elijah’s shoulder.

“And for a boy,” he asked turning to place a kiss on your head.

“Oliver.”

“I wish I could give you that,” he said stopping and pulling you tight against him

“I know but as long as I have you I will be okay. But it could be a good thing cause the kid would have Klaus as an uncle and he would turn our child into a complete nightmare,” you joked.

“You are probably right,” he laughed with you. “Klaus would make your life a living hell.”

The rest of the walk home was very enjoyable. It had become one of those days where the weather wasn’t unbearably hot. As soon as you entered the compound you heard Klaus and Hope playing in his art room. Elijah lead you up to your shared room and just pulled you onto the bed. He held you in his arms and you mourned the life you should of have.

Two hours later Elijah got a phone call from the seamstress saying the blanket was ready so he went to go get it and some lunch. While he was out you went downstairs to get some Hope time. Klaus and Hope were still finger painting. When she saw you hope clapped her hands causing the paint to go everywhere.

“Sorry,” you laughed walking in and helping Klaus clean up the mess.

“It's alright. How has your day been,” he asked picking the paint up so Hope didn’t make the mess bigger while you were cleaning.

“It's been fine,” you said picking Hope up and just holding her tight.

“Ah, I see,” he said noticing the tear fall from your eyes as you held onto his daughter as your life depended on it.

“We found a lost boy and brought him to his mom. I know it’s never going to happen I just don’t know what hurts so much today.”

“Well, I’m more than happy to let you take her. She is very exhausting,” he joked placing the canvas they were working on the display.

“I will another day just needed Hope's hugs,” you said tickling the 1-year-olds sides causing her to giggle like crazy.

“Hub,” Hope shouted squeezing you tight.

You spun her around a little but stopped when she gave another shout at the sight of Elijah. Hope basically jumped from your arms and into his. Since your arms were free you helped Klaus finish cleaning.

For the rest of the day, you and Elijah stay in your room. You stay in bed in each other's arms. Occasionally thinking about the life you could have had. But mostly celebrating how much you love each other.

It has been 2 months since your anniversary and you have been too busy to think about the little boy and all the feelings it brought back. Klaus was a man to his word. He didn’t cause any trouble, he let you and Elijah have a day. But Klaus was still Klaus and it seems like his restraint lasted til 12:01. And honestly you and Elijah were still trying to fix things. Had to stop someone from killing Klaus. Then had to make peace with the wolves and the witches. Hell, even Rebecca was peeved at her brother. But things were starting to get better except for you. There was something wrong with you but you kept it hidden from everyone. You felt queasy and hot and constantly hungry but you weren’t bitten by a wolf. There were times when you were scared to eat cause you knew you would throw it up. But it kept getting worse. You occasionally had trouble keeping the blood down.

After a while, Elijah noticed how pale you looked. Sometimes while you slept he would check your body for wolf bites. He even had Freya see if you were cursed by the witches but nothing. If you were human he would just think you had a cold but you did not and it was getting more and more worried. But he kept quiet cause you still haven’t told him you felt bad.

“Darling how was your day,” Elijah asked walking into the library where you sat and read.

“Delightfully relaxing, no one bothered to be today. Besides you but I love when you bother me,” you answered putting your book down and tilting your head up to kiss him.

Elijah placed a glass of blood on the table next to you and sat on the couch across. He smiled at your comment and thought how he was glad he told everyone to leave you alone for the day. Hoping you were just exhausted from all the Klaus drama and everything. “Well I did promise to bother you always and forever,” he said taking a sip from his glass as he kept an eye on you.

“Eli are you ok you look terrible,” you asked finally really looking at your husband. The skin around his eye was darker and his hair was a little messier.

“I haven’t been sleeping well that's all,” he said. And it was the truth. He hasn’t been sleeping well cause he has been worried about you. While you on the other hand have been sleeping a lot more than normal.

“Oh babe, why,” you asked grabbing your glass and raising it to your lips but not taking a sip yet.

“You know me, darling I’m worried about this family. It's just been a lot lately.”

“Well you can’t take care of us if you don’t take care of yourself,” you told him as he mentally scoffed at the hypocrisy of your words.

You took a sip of your blood and were actually starting to feel better but then your stomach churned and you threw up the blood you just drank and the food you were able to hold down earlier. Elijah quickly got out of his chair and got to your side as he held your hair back and stroked your back.

“Ok enough love, what is going on with you,” he asked taking his handkerchief and wiping the blood and other fluids from your lips.

“I don’t know,” you said sitting up as you started to feel better. “I can’t eat and when I do I can hardly keep it down. I'm sweaty and hot and sleep all the time.”

“But not bite. And your not cursed,” Elijah said helping you up and bringing you to the room. “I’ve noticed how you haven’t been yourself.” He replied when you gave him a confused look. “I’m getting you to bed then having Freya come to see if there is anything she can do.”

After he got you in bed he ran down to grab Freya. When they got back to the room, Elijah ran onto the bed and held your hand. Freya brought her bag of magical things and placed it on the floor. She got out what looked like sage and lit one end and waved it over your body. Her face contorted as she continued her motion and chanting witchy words.

“Freya what is it,” Elijah asked.

“There is something but it's not a curse its almost like an amplifier. It gives energy,” she explained. This go around Freya slowed and waved the sage over every inch of your body trying to find the source.

Her waving stopped at the bracket you were given by jack 2 months ago.

“What is this? Where did you get this,” she asked raising her hand and getting a good look at the bracelet.

“It was a gift from a little boy,” you said grabbing Elijah's hand.

Freya explained how the bracelet was charmed and could poss be the reason that you were sick. It was nothing like she has seen before.

“If you want this broken whatever this is you need to talk to the witch who spelled it. I can try to counteract it or slow it down but I have to fully understand what it is first.”

“So I’m a Guiana pig today,” you asked joking.

“Don’t worry love, I’m going to find Juliette and get her to take this curse away,” Elijah said kissing your forehead.

“Eli, don’t hurt her. Jack has no one else, besides whatever it is it can’t kill me.”

“But it is causing you to suffer. I will make things better,” he said giving your hand a mental squeeze and leaving for Juliette’s shop.

Elijah ran out of the compound ignoring the calls from his brother and sister. All he could focus on was his wife. He felt a rage build up in him that he has never felt before. Not even when his wife has been taken or daggered by Klaus. Cause in all those times he knew that she was going to be okay. He knew the danger but now he doesn’t. While it's not the white oak stake it's an unknown danger threatening his reason for existence.

When he got to the shop, Elijah was almost knocked off his feet by jack hugging him.

“I didn’t think I would see you again,” jack said looking up at him.

“I'm here to see your mother,” Elijah told him returning a quick hug and ruffing up his hair.

Juliette was standing behind the counter watching Elijah with a knowing smile.

“What did you do to her,” Elijah asked once he got to the counter. “What kind of curse did you put on my wife.”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t curse her,” Juliette said with a confused look on her face.

“Momma doesn’t do curses. What’s wrong with (y/n),” Jack asked walkup up behind Elijah.

“Always too hot and sweating. Sleeps too much can’t eat anything food or blood,” he said looking at Juliette like she asked the question. “Sounds like she is sick but she’s a vampire she can’t get sick. And there is something about the brackets we got from this store that is affecting her.” Elijah took off his bracelet and put it on the counter. “Whatever magic you put on these take it off.”

Without even taking a look at the bracelet Juliette shook her head and looked at Elijah. “It's not a curse it is a gift,” she said pushing the bracelet back to Elijah.

“How is watching her suffer in pain a gift,” Elijah asked raising his voice.

“I put a sort of wishing spell on it. When someone is wearing it and they make a wish with their whole heart it comes true. But the bracelet must stay one til it is complete. I’ve been watching you two for months. If what I have seen in your eyes every time you pass a child or a playground, it must stay on for the whole 9 months,” Juliette explained.

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s with child. You two are having a baby.”

“We are vampires. She cannot have one.”

“The magic in the Bracelet is powerful and only works for those who have no evil intentions. I'm guessing she feels empty without a child and so the magic did its work. For the 9 months, she will be half human- half vampire. And once the child is here the magic will fade.”

“What are you talking about? There is no magic like that. You are killing my wife somehow and I will put an end to it,” Elijah threatened with his vampire face.

“I'm not going anywhere. Go listen. Make sure the bracelet stays on. If it is removed then it will not be complete.”

Elijah didn’t want to believe her but he was listening to her heartbeat and it never wavered. It is not possible. Klaus could have a child cause he was half vampire half werewolf and it was the werewolf side that got Haley pregnant. But both him and his wife were fully vampires.

“If what you are saying is true I'm still a vampire I cannot…,” he started to say but stopped when he remember Jack was right there listening.

“Your bracelet did the same to you. Made you half-human but you don’t need to stay that way for long. Go. The reason for her illness is possibly not realizing what’s happening or it is her body’s way of sustaining the pregnancy. But I promise when the bracelet is removed she will get better but you could lose your one and only chance for a child.”

Elijah, still full of doubt, ran back to his wife to see if the witch was telling the truth. If she wasn’t he would do whatever it takes to get his wife better, even if he has to go against her wishes and hurt Juliette. Just as he got back to his wife he heard Freya talking about trying to take the bracelet off.

“It seems like the overflow of power is the thing hurting you. If we take it off, in theory, you should get better,” Freya said touching the bracelet.

“In theory, seriously sister your the master witch this should be right up your alley,” Klaus said pacing in the room. “And where is my brother.”

Elijah walked in and knelt on the ground by the bed. He grabbed (y/n)’s hand and just listened. He could hear everyone’s heart beating so he focused on how he is physically touching her. Elijah could hear his wife’s heartbeat. It was strong. He placed his other hand on her stomach and focused more. Her heartbeat started to fade and another was beating. It was fast. Over 100 per minute. Small. But it was there.

“Don’t touch that bracelet,” Elijah said snapping his head up and staring at his sister.

“If I take it off it will heal her,” she explained catching him up with her thought process.

“Yes it will but it will take the baby away,” Elijah explained this time only looking at his wife.

“What,” you asked placing your hand over his.

“Listen.”

You closed your eye and focused and it wasn’t long til you heard it. Elijah explained his visit to Juliette and everything she said while you just listened to the impossible heartbeat inside you. He must have told everyone to leave cause when you finally came back to reality it was just you and Elijah in the room.

“We’re having a baby,” you cried holding his hand and holding your other over your stomach.

“Yes, it was a gift from Juliette. The magic is changing you so the baby can survive. If you take it off the magic goes away and so does this baby. It's possible you will be sick like this for the remainder of the pregnancy or you might get better now we know what’s happening. Or you can take that off and feel better in the morning.”

“You don’t want this,” you asked looking your husband in the eyes.

“Of course I do but it hurts seeing you this way.”

“Will this kill me?”

“No.”

“Then I will be fine. This is what we’ve always wanted. In hindsight, the symptoms do match just at a higher intensity. I will happily let you baby me and I will listen to everyone else, it might be agonizing not being able to do anything but holding our child will make it worth more than all the gold in the world.”

“You will listen and stay in bed and not to ANYTHING without me or someone else,” he asked getting into bed and holding you against him.

“Yes, I will complain but I will listen.”

“Then I will happily hear every complaint,” he said kissing your temple and keeping his hand on your stomach and just listening to the sound of his child growing inside you.

For the remainder of the pregnancy, you didn’t leave the compound except for doctor visits. And while at home you could go to the bathroom without Rebecca or Elijah’s assistance. If you weren’t close with them before you were now. You still felt out of it but you were better than you were before. Freya gave you some tea to help and with a constant balance of human food and blood you kept up your strength. Even Klaus stopped angering and making enemies with every other person in the city. He knew what Elijah felt. The anxiety of being a father of know how danger lurks on every corner. Klaus was on his best behavior so Elijah didn’t have to leave your side.

And when the baby did come you felt a million times better whether it was because the magic was complete and was no longer half vampire half human or you were able to hold your beautiful baby boy in your arms you couldn’t say and you didn’t care. As soon as Oliver Henry Mikaelson was in your arms Elijah cut the bracelet off not wanting any lingering magic to weaken you. While he looked down at his little miracle he never wants you to see you so weak again.

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Family for Christmas

“Merry Christmas love,” Henry said kissing your shoulder as you slept.

“No it’s too early for Christmas. It doesn’t start til 7 not 8,” you said turning your head to face your boyfriend and pulled the blanket over your head.

“Well I hear little feet that says it’s now,” he commented hearing your son running from his room to the living room and now heading to your room.

You and Henry have been dating for 2 years now and your son loves him more than he loves you. And you know Henry adores your son. Sometime you notice Henry spends more time with Scott than he does with you which warms your heart. Scott needs a man in his life and Henry has been a great influence on your 6 year old.

“Mommy, Henry wake up. Santa came it’s Christmas,” Scott yelled jumping on the bed landing on Henry’s stomach.

“No Santa said we can’t open presents til 8,” you said pulling the blanket from over your head and pulling your overly energetic son into your arms.

“No mommy, Santa didn’t say that. We open presents in the morning. It’s morning,” Scott said trying to wake you up.

“How about we make mommy a cup of coffee and see if that will wake her up,” Henry offered pulling Scott over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

You rolled onto your back and watched your loving boyfriend and your son head to the kitchen to make you coffee. Henry never hesitated or was put off because you are a single mother. After he met Scott he said it didn’t bother him, he just has two best friends. Everything about how Henry is with Scott made you love him so much more but you were taking things slow for Scott’s sake. You didn’t want him to get confused or too attached incase things didn’t work out but based on the laughter in the kitchen Scott would definitely take your boyfriends side in any fight over yours.

A few seconds later your two boys came back into the room with a giant cup of coffee with whip cream and sprinkles on top. Scott had a giant smile on his face and a bit of whip cream on the corner of his lips.

“Oh wow, this looks amazing,” you said sitting up and taking the cup from your 6 year old.

“I did it all by myself, Henry didn’t help at all,” Scott explained excitingly. His eye were wide with pride as he waited for you to take a sip.

“Oh it’s the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had,” you said putting the cup on the night stand and pulled him into a hug.

“Really, mommy,” he asked looking up at you.

“Oh yes, if you can make me this every morning I would never go to Starbucks ever again.”

You took another sip of the overly sweet coffee and your son jumped off the bed and grabbed Henry’s sweater that was lying on the chair in the room and threw it at you.

“Now presents. I’ve fed the mommy monster now I want my presents…… please,” he said with a cute smile and a tilt of his head.

“I don’t think calling the mommy monster that to her face was a smart idea,” Henry said stepping away from your son.

“Im not a mommy monster,” you said throwing your pillow at your boyfriend.

“Yeah your a lot nicer after your have your coffee. Less monstery,” your son said standing front of your boyfriends trying to protect him.

You laughed and threw Henry’s pillow at your son but Henry caught it before it hit him in the face. Your boyfriend picked your son up and they ran out of the room yelling for you to get up. You put on Henry’s sweater and grabbed your coffee walking out of your room into the living room.

There were maybe 20 presents under the tree. Mostly from Santa cause you were not going to spoil you kid. Henry on the other hand could never say no to your kid so he definitely has a few gift hidden from you for Scott. Your son was hitting by the tree with a present in his lap and talking to Henry about what toy he thinks Santa brought him. Henry was waiting for you on the couch with a fluffy blanket.

“The sun is barely awake. I’ll give you 20 bucks if we can sleep for another hour,” you tried to bribe your son.

“No presents, this is for you Henry,” your son said grabbing the present in his lap and brought it over to you furnace of a boyfriend.

“Thanks buddy,” he said opening it up.

It was a superman Christmas sweater with the big “S” on the front and a cape on the back. Scott saw it in the store the other day and kept saying he had to get it for Henry that he would love it and wear it all the time.

“DO you like it,” Scott asked jumping up and down.

“I love it buddy,” he said getting up off the couch and putting it on. “How do I look?”

“Super,” Scott said running and jumping into his arms.

Scott was explaining the sweater with the symbol and the cape while you got up and grabbed a couple presents so the three of you could stay under the warm blanket. You expected all three of the presents to be for Scott but was shocked to see your name on one of them.

“What is this,” you asked holding up your present.

“Its a gift mommy,” Scott said running over to you and pulling you onto the couch so you could open it.

“Hen, I thought we said no gifts,” you scorned your loving boyfriend.

“Well I got this amazing gift so,” he said standing in the superman pose.

You laughed and shook you head at the man who was a giant child. You opened the present and inside was a pandora bracelet box. You opened it and saw it was a silver charm bracelet with S and H dangling from it.

“Oh my god this is beautiful,” you said wiping a tear from your eye.

“I helped pick it out mommy. S for Scott and H for Henry. When you wear it you will know we love you. So never take it off,” Scott said taking the bracelet and trying to put it on your wrist but failing.

Henry leaned over and helped him out and watched you admire your new piece of jewelry. You kissed your sons head then stood up and pulled Henry in for a kiss.

“I love it,” you said kissing all over his face causing a small “eww” to come from behind you.

“Merry Christmas darling,” Henry said returning the gesture of a millions kisses getting a fake gaging sound from Scott.

“Gross. There is no kissing on Christmas just presents,” Scott said opening his gifts.

He got actions figures, legos to build with Henry, a switch so he could play some video games with Henry, books and nerf guns. There were no other presents under the tree but Scott held u his little finger and ran in to his room and came back out with a poorly wrapped gift with way too much tape and glue.

“Merry Christmas Henry,” Scott said handing the gift over and taking a big step back to watch his reaction.

Hen looked over at you but you had no idea what this gift was. He slowly opened it and saw it was a framed drawing of the three of you. You then noticed that there was a dog flying in the background which was probably Kal.

“I drew it for you,” Scott said slowly stepping forward and making his way between you and hen.

Once he sat down he pointed out every little detail of the photo. After he just stared up at Henry who was still silently staring at the photo.

“You don’t like it,” Scott sadly said filling the silence trying to take the photo back.

Henry pulled Scott into a hug and you noticed that his cheeks were wet. Henry pulled your son into his lap and kissed his head.

“I love it buddy. It’s an amazing picture of all the people I love,” Henry reassured as he kissed Scott head again.

“You really like it,” Scott said happily looking up at him.

“Yes, it’s the most important thing I own now. I’m going to take it with me everywhere I go so I know I have the two most amazing people waiting for me.”

“I love you Henry,” Scott said wrapping his little arms around Hen’s neck.

“I love you too, buddy.”

You left those two to play with the new toys while you started getting ready for Christmas dinner at your parents. You were in the kitchen making a few things and just listening to Henry explain to Scott how to play some game. While the food was being set aside in the fridge to be cooked at your parents house you noticed it was almost 8 am and decided to start making breakfast.

“Scotty what do you want for breakfast,” you asked looking in the fridge making a mental note of what you had and what you needed to get when you go to the store in a couple of days.

“Get dressed,” you heard Henry said walking into the kitchen and closing the fridge.

“Where are we going,” you asked before making sure Scott wasn’t looking then kissed Henry.

“I’m taking you guys to breakfast. So you don’t tire yourself with cooking so much today.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you whined thinking about wearing actually clothes this early on Christmas.

“Grab a pair of my sweatpants and meet me and Scott in the car in 5 minutes,” he warned slapping you ass.

Scott was waiting by the door with one of his non-superman action figures and his coat and rain boots. You gently slapped Henry’s chest and went to your room to do just at he said. When you finished getting dress Henry and Scott where already in the car jamming out to Christmas music.

“Mommy do I have to sit in my car seat i’m a big boy. This is for babies,” he complained sitting next to the car seat.

“How far away is the restaurant,” you asked looking at Henry.

“8 minutes tops,” he replied.

“Ok but you sit right and sit back. I’ll have to get you a booster seat later,” you said placing your hand on Henry’s thigh trying not to cry cause your baby is growing up.

Henry waited til he was sure Scott was buckled and sitting right to start the car. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that every so often he would look in the rear view mirror to make sure Scott was siting right. Henry held your hand as Christmas music played and Scott was in the back playing. It wasn’t long til Henry pulled into the IHop parking lot. As soon as Scott saw we were at his favorite restaurant he started leaning forward and jumping in his seat.

“Scott buddy you need to sit still. I know you’re excited but its dangerous if you don’t sit right,” Henry said stopping the vehicle in the middle of the parking lot.

“Im sorry,” you son said sitting right which prompted hen to park the car.

The three of you got out of the vehicle and went to grab a table. Scott walked up to the hostess wished her a merry Christmas then asked for a table.

“Of course sir, just follow me,” she said grabbing menus and headed further into the building.

The waitress stopped at a booth and asked Scott if this table was acceptable and he responded with a Kurt nod. She placed the menus on the table and walked away. You sat on one side with Scott and Henry sat across from the two of you.

“I want hot chocolate and a smiley face pancake and bacon,” Scott said looking at everything in the menu.

“Ok scotty,” you said messing up his hair.

The waitress came back and Scott ordered his food and Henry ordered 2 more hot chocolates, French toast for you and a breakfast sampler for him. While you waited for the food, Scott was explaining how excited he was to go to visit Henry’s family for a late Christmas next week.

“I wanna see the guards with the silly hats. Can I get a silly hat,” Scott asked.

“If we can find one yeah,” Henry said.

It didn’t take long for the food to come and when it did the three of you sit ate in silence. In the middle of eating a boy around the age of 12 came up to the table holding a notebook and a pen.

“Im sorry to bother you but can I have your autograph,” he asked Henry.

Henry held up his hand cause the kid came up to the table when he was mid bite. You grabbed the book from the kid and placed it in front of Henry.

“Of course he will,” you reassured the kid.

After Henry got his food down, he signed the notebook and smiled at his sweater.

“I got that for him,” Scott said staring the kid down.

“Its so cool that you know superman,” the kid told Scott.

A second later an older man came up and apologized for the kid interrupting our meal. He tried to take the kid away but then he asked for a photo.

“Sure,” Henry said wiping his hands and his mouth then getting up from the booth.

He took one photo and once the kid was satisfied he ran off and told his mother all about meeting superman. Henry sat back down and Scott went to sit next to him.

“What’s wrong buddy,” he asked gently nudging him with his elbow.

“Why did he want a photo,” Scott asked.

“Cause i’m famous buddy, a lot of people ask for photos and autographs.”

Once Scott wrapped his head around Henry’s famousness he finished scarfing down his breakfast and talked about how he wanted to play his new video game with Henry before we left for Christmas dinner.

“Sure but we have to help mom clean up and cook first.”

Scott reluctantly agreed and finished his food. The waitress came back to the table and left the check on the table. Henry left money on the table and a nice tip as you left the restaurant. The car ride home Scott sat without being told to sit back or anything. And once you got back home you cleaned up the wrapping paper that was all over the place and Scott grabbed your coffee mug while Henry went to help put Scott’s new things away in his room. Seeing that you still had 4 hours til you had to head out you went to lay down for a bit longer seeing how you were rudely woken up.

Henry and Scott came into the room too which would have made you whine in protest but Henry sat you up so you can sleep on him and Scott sat next to you and you three just laid in the bed. You slept while Henry was playing some game on the switch with your son.

You woke up to Henry kissing your head. The shower in your room was running and you could hear Scott laughing and water splashing.

“Wake up love, it’s time to get ready. Scott is taking a bath and I have your shower running,” he whispered tearing the sheets off you.

He left you to attend to Scott and you just heard Scott yell ‘ho ho ho’ which meant he had a bubble beard. You slowly got up out of bed and hopped in the warm shower. You were enjoying the hot water hitting your back when you heard Scott come into the bathroom.

“Mommy I don’t want to wear a suit,” he whined.

“Grandma loves when you wear a suit,” you told him.

“But I get I don’t like it. I want to stay in my pjs,” he stomped his feet.

“How about suit no jacket,” you suggested.

“Can I wear my cape.”

“Yes.”

“Deal,” he said closing his eyes and sticking his hand in the shower to shake.

You shook his hand and pushed him out of the bathroom. While you were washing your hair, the door to the bathroom opened again.

“Scott we already made a deal,” you shouted thinking it was your son.

“Not Scott. He’s picking out his cape,” Henry said getting undressed and stepping into the shower with you.

You felt his hands on your waist and let out a small shriek.

“Henry, Scott could come in any second,” your said slapping his hands.

You quickly finished your shower and got out so you wouldn’t have to pay for your son’s therapy in the future. After you got out of the shower you wrapped yourself in a towel and started drying your hair.

“I want to apologize in advance for that you are about to experience Hen,” you told him as you stared at your reflection.

“Ive been to your family dinners before what’s going to be different,” he asked sticking his head out.

You looked at him and saw that his head was covered in his shampoo and just smiled at the domestic vibe of everything.

“Well there’s going to be people you haven’t met there and whom I don’t like so there’s that.”

“Judgmental aunt,” he questioned.

“No you met my judgmental aunt and you know that my family doesn’t mean have the stupid stuff they say but these people do. They don’t jokingly judge they judge judge and think they have an opinion in your life and want to give you relationship advice on a guy who’s a dead beat and you are better off without but insist you should give him another go cause its how a family is suppose to be,” you ranted not realizing til Henry let out a joking whistle.

“Sorry,” you said putting your hairdryer down and sitting on the toilet.

“Don’t apologize,” he comforted still sticking his head out of the shower. “You’ve never mention Scott’s father before.”

“Cause he’s not worth mentioning. He was super excited about having a baby but after 9 months of Scott being born he said its not what he expected. Not as fun and exciting. It was too hard for him,” you confessed.

“Well he’s stupid. Scott’s amazing,” he responded going back to his shower.

“He is, but it still hurts you know. I see his face when a father son event comes around and he says he can’t go. Scott doesn’t deserve a dead beat for a father. Philip hasn’t even sent a card or called for his birthday.”

The shower turned off and Henry stepped out and grabbed the towel hanging on the rack. After covering up he knelt in front of you and held your hands.

“You are an amazing mother raising that amazing kid all by yourself. Don’t let anyone try to convince you differently. I’ve seen children with both parents around be a complete arsehole. And your son isn’t an arsehole so that’s an achievement.”

“God I love you,” you said grabbing his face and firmly pressing your lips against his.

“I love you too, now let’s get ready,” he said standing up and pulling you up with him.

You went back to drying your hair while Henry went to get dressed. To make Scott feel better he decided to wear a suit like him. After you did your hair and make up, you put on your simple green dress. When you walked out Henry was helping Scot with his tie which matched your dress. Scott decided to wear his superman cape because it was red which is a Christmas color.

“Lets go I wanna see grandma and becky and willy,” Scott said standing like superman then running around the room so his cape flowed in the wind.

“Wait, we gonna do the bet,” you said taking your wallet and placed a 20 on the table.

“Um i'll eat all my vegetables and i'll go to bed an hour early,” Scott offered.

“And you will pick up without having to be asked.”

“That’s asking for to much mommy. Don’t get your hopes up. Veggies and early bed take it or leave it,” he offers holding his hand out causing you to chuckle.

“What’s the time,” Henry asked.

“2 hours,” you stated.

“Ok i’ll double it if you can go the entire time, from start to end no stain no mess,” Henry said putting another 20 on the table.

“5 hours can you do that Scott,” you asked putting the money in an envelope and handing it to Henry.

“Yes I can, I hate veggies,” Scott replied.

With the family bet made you piled into the car and started to head to your mothers house. Since your mother’s house was pretty far away, Scott had to sit in his car seat which he wasn’t happy about.

“Mommy when I win I’m getting a new car seat. One for big kids,” he said crossing his arms in anger.

“Okay baby, first thing tomorrow we will get you a new one,” you said reaching behind you and gripping his foot.

Henry placed his hand on your thigh and gave you a reassuring squeeze as you looked out of the window.

“Henry if things get heated please take Scott somewhere else,” you asked him.

“Things didn’t get heated last year,” he questioned.

“I was still trying to impress you,” you joked holding his hand.

“If it gets too much we can leave for England tonight and never come back,” he joked.

“Don’t joke Hen cause I might take you up on that.”

Even though you stomach churned as you got closer to your mother’s having Hen touching you settled the butterflies. Sometime you still don’t believe he’s your boyfriend. You can’t believe how lucky you’ve been with him coming into yours and Scott’s life. When you pulled up to the house your niece becky was outside with your siblings.

As soon as the car stopped Scott unbuckled and jumped out of the vehicle to hug his aunt and uncle. “Happy Christmas,” he shouted before hugging becky and running inside.

Becky ran over to you and jumped into your arms but then went to Henry. She held her hand out and tugged his hair a bit. Her mother ran over and apologized before taking her from your boyfriend.

“She just started walking and she can’t be stopped,” you brother stated.

“Scott is still that way,” you warned him.

After helping him get becky’s diaper bag and play pen the four of you walked into the house. Your mother was in the kitchen. She turned and looked at you and engulfed you in a hug.

“My baby I’ve missed you,” she cried like she hadn’t seen you last week. “Were the food.”

Before you could even stress about leaving the food Henry put the diaper bag down and said they were in the car. He walked out and came back in with 3 dishes. He put them in the oven and came back to give you a kiss.

“You really are super,” you joked laying your head on his chest.

You walked around the house greeting everyone and were having an amazing time. Til the front door opened and you could just feel the judgment fill the room. Your uncle’s mother, Brenda walked in with her bags of gifts and her nasty perfume.

She walked in greeting everyone with kisses to the cheek. After she greeted you she announced she has brought a guest. And as if this night couldn’t get worse, in walked in your ex Philip.

“Hey, (y/n),” he said wrapping you in a hug. Which you was accepted just because you were too shocked to protest.

“What are you doing here Philip,” you asked coming to your senses and pushing him off you.

At the sound of your ex’s name Henry placed his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Philip glared at the motion then turned back to Brenda.

“I ran into Philip the other day and just thought how long it’s been since he’s been to a family event and thought it would be nice to see him again,” she said putting her purse on the table and taking a seat.

“Nice for whom,” you asked louder than you expected.

“He’s family dear. It was time you moved past your childish behavior and did want was best for Scott. He needs his father,” she said ignoring the looks of disgust on your face.

“I don’t see him anywhere all I see is a dead beat who thought a baby was too boring and wanted excitement so he left,” you whisper yelled worried that Scott would hear from outside where he was playing.

“You kicked me out,” Philip objected.

“You wouldn’t even look at Scott without this distain for him like he ruined your life.”

“Dear, stop being so dramatic you need to do the right thing and have a normal family. You don’t want to confuse Scott,” Brenda said stating her unwanted opinion.

The back door opened and in walked Scott. Philip started walking over to him but Scott looked at him like a stranger which, he was, then ran over to Henry.

“Henry can you come play. Willy and Becky are the supervillains and I need your help to save the city,” he said pulling his hand not waiting for his answer.

Knowing things were going south, he let Scott pull him outside. But Philip stoped him and knelt before your son.

“Hey buddy it’s me dad,” he said as if he’s been gone are a year not his entire life.

“Not your buddy,” he said pushing past him causing you to let out a chuckle.

“Really, you turned our son against me,” Philip yelled after the door closet.

“Can’t turn him against someone who has never been in his life. I never told him about you cause I didn’t want him to know that you met him, spent 9 months with him and the thought ‘nah I don’t want him’.”

“That man your dating is not his father and I don’t see why your letting him treat him like one,” Brenda butted in.

“Im doing no such thing. Henry is just being himself. He loves Scott and has been there for him for the past two year. Two year. You could stand to be in Scott’s presence for 9 months. So as far as i’m concern your not his father either,” you yelled.

“I have a right to my son. And I don’t want that man around him,” Philip said sitting down as if he was having the last word. “And i’m going to take him til school starts again.”

“What,” you nearly screamed. “You are not taking MY son for even a second.”

Guessing your were too loud Scott ran in worried about you. Philip pulled him into a hug and you could see the uncomfortable look on your sons face. He tried to wiggle out but Philip wouldn’t let him.

“Scotty you’re going to come home with daddy and we are going to spend time together,” he said ruffling his hair.

“What about the England trip and my funny hat,” he questioned.

“We are still going baby, Philip is joking,” you reassured him mentally pleading for someone to remove your child from his arms.

“What trip,” Philip asked gripping your son’s arms.

You could feel the anger seeping from every inch of his body. Philip was never violent but he doesn’t have the patience to take care of a child.

“We are going to have second Christmas with Henry’s family in London next week. We are leaving on Wednesday,” he explain still trying to get out.

Henry stepped closer to Scott hoping to grab him but Philip snapped at him to stay away from his son which cause Scott to go from uncomfortable to scared.

“Mommy what’s going on,” Scott asked.

“Nothing baby, Philip is going to let go of you and your going to go outside til us adult solve a little problem,” you said in a calming voice trying to sooth your son’s fear.

“I’m his father, you’re not taking him out of the country without me and definitely not with him,” Philip said nodded his head towards Henry who was starting to get angry.

“Ow,” Scott said as Philip gripped his arm tighter.

“Let him go now,” Henry whisper yelled not wanting to scare Scott even more.

“You do not tell me how to deal with my child,” Philip said pushing Scott off his lap and standing up.

“Leave now,” you mother said checking on Scott before she ushered him outside. “You are not and will never be welcomed here.”

“Not without my son,” Philip said taking a step to the back door.

Henry blocked him. Philip tried to step around him and Henry wasn’t going to let him anywhere near Scott.

“Jesus (y/n) that man has no right to stop Philip from seeing his son this is a family event. I’m not sure why he is here anyway,” Brenda yelled standing up for Philip.

“Henry is my family he is Scott’s family. Philip is not, you are not. Your my uncle’s mother you are not my family so why are you here. And I don’t see how any of this is your business. You have never and will never have a decision or opinion that is relevant to how I raise my son,” you yelled back at her.

“How dare you speak to me that way. I’m worried for Scott cause you are not doing a great job raising him I mean look at how rude he has been and disrespectful,” she stated.

“Enough,” Henry stated raising his voice scaring you a little as how you haven’t heard him this angry. “I won’t stand here and listen to you question her parenting. (Y/n) has been a mother and a father to Scott for 6 years. While you decided being a father wasn’t worth it, she didn’t waver to it for a second. And I may not be his father but i’m never going to abandon him. And as much as I would love to take credit for a fraction of the kid he is, I haven’t and wouldn’t dare try to parent him that’s not my job but I do stand by her every decision.”

“You have no right to speak to me that way,” Brenda cried.

“I do when you keep trying to tear down the woman I love and plan to spend the rest of my life with,” he said looking over at you.

You could see in his eye that he want to come hold you not to give you strength but to get some from you but he didn’t want to give Philip a direct line to Scott. The room fell into an awkward silence when the kids came back inside cause it was too cold. Scott quickly came to sit next to you and Henry was not far behind.

“Is the problem solved,” Scott asked.

“For now yes, but are you hungry,” you asked him.

“Yes I want ham and Mac and cheese and 3 biscuits,” he said with a smile looking at Henry mentally asking him to make his plate.

Before Henry could get up Philip made the plate and placed it in front of Scott. He looked at the plate then at Philip then Henry and laughed.

“These are scones not biscuits silly,” he said taking the biscuits off.

“Those are biscuits,” Philip said confused.

“He mean cookies,” you stated. “He’s been learning some of the English slang from Henry.”

This time Henry got up and got the cookies that Scott wanted. One by one people went to fix themselves a plate but the awkwardness didn’t fade. After dinner it was time for presents. With the presents it was like the giant fight that we had before never happened. That was until Philip opened his mouth.

“So Scott did Santa bring you everything you asked for,” he asked sitting down next to him as he played with his new race cars.

“No,” Scott said nonchalantly.

“Baby, what did you want,” you asked him worried that you forgot something major.

“I don’t want to say. I might make you upset or mad,” he said not looking up.

“Oh baby nothing you can say right now will make me upset or mad. What did you want for Christmas,” you asked siting next to him and forcing him to look at you.

His eye went from you to Philip to Henry to your mother then back to you. “I want Henry to be my dad,” he said putting the toys down.

You sister stood up and announced that she planned a scavenger hunt for the kids and took them back outside. She was out there for a few minutes then came back in stating they are going to be preoccupied for half an hour at best.

“What the fuck,” Philip yelled as soon as the back door closed.

“Calm down,” you told Philip.

“Why when you are trying to get my son to replace me with your current booty call,” he yelled waving his hands around.

“Im doing no such thing and he is my son. You don’t get the right to call him your son when you’ve been out of his life more than you have been in it. And don’t go blaming Henry for any of this either. Don’t get mad cause he constantly makes Scott feel loved and safe and happy,” you yelled back.

“I don’t trust him around Scott he is not family,” Brenda said once again thinking she had a say in the matter.

“Oh but you would trust your husband to watch my son or your grandkids even though he’s in jail for touching little kids,” you announced.

“Damn,” you heard you brother laugh under his breath.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. That was all a lie,” she stuttered out.

“I’ve been nice Brenda. I’ve listen to you nag about what is best for a kid you see once a year or twice at most. I’ve been nice for the sake of my mother and my sister but i’m done. I don’t want to hear another word in relation to Scott or my relationship with Henry come out of your mouth ever again. So you’re going to sit there and just wait keep your mouth shut which we make everyone here happy,” you scorned her then turned to Philip, “I’d rather not take this to court cause I shouldn’t have too. If you would have walked in here and apologized and asked if you could see Scott I would have probably said yes but no you come in here all fragile masculinity type demanding to see him and then you have the nerve to scare him and hurt him. So consider this your informal serving. When we get back from London i’m getting a lawyer and fighting for legal fully custody.”

You could see the anger filling his face as you pressed your index finger against his chest with every word of your threat. Philip grabbed your hand and twisted it.

“Im not going to let you keep Scott away from me,” he growled twisting you wrist more causing you to cry out in pain.

Henry grabbed Philips wrist where he was hurting you and squeezed til he let go of your hand. “Touch her or Scott again and I will hurt you,” he threatened as he turned to come check on you.

In all of the commotion you didn’t notice Scott run back in the house and open the front door. Two police officers walked in and tried to calm everyone down. Henry gently took your arm to check you wrist when Philip tapped on his shoulder and went to punch him in the face but without thinking Henry dodged the fist and Philip ended up hitting you on the chin.

You didn’t even register the punch all you hear was Scott crying out and you just wanted to see is Scott was ok.

“Shit, darling are you okay,” Henry asked touching your chin causing you to wince.

The officers slammed Philip against the wall and put him in cuffs then pushed him on the floor. The female officer walked over to you then radioed for EMS to come check you out.

“Ma’am are you okay,” the female officer asked trying to get your attention.

“Where’s Scott,” you asked wincing as you moved your mouth.

Suddenly little arms wrapped around your neck and you could feel the little tears fall from his cheek to your neck.

“I called them mommy cause you said to call when you need help and that guy wasn’t listening and he was scary,” Scott confessed as he sat back and looked at your face.

“You did the right thing kid,” the female officer told him. “You were really brave.”

“The bravest,” you said pulling him into another hung.

Philip started to yell that he was Scott’s father but the male officer told him to shut up then brought him out to the police vehicle.

“I don’t want a dad if he’s it. I just want a mommy and a Henry.”

After EMS came and checked you out and you gave the officers your statements, you and Scott sat on the couch and watched the grinch. Henry was in the kitchen grabbing you a bag of ice seeing how you refused to go to the hospital. Your aunt stood up and let out a small laugh saying how Henry ruined Christmas.

“I hope you’re happy about breaking up a family,” she commented pouring herself some wine.

“Goodbye mother,” you heard your uncle say as he held up his mothers purse. “I speak for everyone here when I say go home.”

She was in shock but left once she saw how no one was coming to her defense. She slowly walked out the door and your mother slammed it shut behind her and locked it. Everyone sat down on the couch and you rested your head on Henrys shoulder as he gently pressed the ice to your chin.

“Well seeing how (y/n) is the family disappointment it doesn’t matter that I dropped out of college does it,” you cousin announced trying to lighten the mood.

You let out a small laugh making your chin hurt. Even your uncle laughed til he realized his daughter wasn’t joking.

“Im sorry you what,” he asked angrily.

“Henry is the home wrecker,” she cried trying to get the attention off her.

“Good cause you two are mine,” Henry whispered in you ear holding on to you tighter.

You lifted your head and placed a small kiss on his shoulder. Scott looked around the room and then got off the couch and ran outside. Your mother gave you a confused look and went to go after him but you stopped her.

“I’ve got it,” you said getting up and dropping the bag of ice in Henry’s lap.

You found Scott outside in the rocking chair crying. You knelt in front of him and just rubbed his knee.

“What’s wrong baby,” you asked him.

“I ruined Christmas,” he cried out hiding his face in his hands.

“You did no such thing.”

“I made everyone fight.”

“Sweety, it’s Christmas. It’s a time where family get together after not see each other for a while. There’s bound to be a fight but that’s ok cause families fight but we still love each other and we still show up for other family event,” you explained to him. “I’d be worried if we didn’t fight.”

“Do you and Henry fight,” he asked finally taking his hands out of his face.

“Yes we do,” you told him wiping the tears off his face.

“We fight about me leaving my smelly socks around, and when she takes forever to get ready for an event for my work but it’s always my fault,” Henry said kneeling next to you.

You didn’t hear him come outside but glad he did cause a smile appeared on Scott’s face when he told him what you fight about.

“But your still here,” Scott stated processing that fighting doesn’t mean leaving.

“Of course I am. I love your mummy even when she puts her feet on me when she is cold or when she wakes me up when she can’t sleep but she doesn’t know I know that,” he told Scott whispering the last part. “And I love you even when you think batman is better and even when you steal the last bite of my food. I’m not going anywhere. And god forbid your mum is ever tired of me and we break up, you are still my best friend and I will always be there for you.”

Scott jumped into into Henry’s arms and let out a little cry. “I still want you to be my daddy Henry.” Henry pushed Scott back so he could look at him and wipe any remaining tears away.

“I was going to wait til we got to England but your son is stubborn and persistent,” Henry said reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a little black box. “I know how you hate doing anything cheesy in front of family but I want both of you and your family and the entire world to know you guys are stuck with me and I’m stuck with you two. No matter the fights. My world is so much better with you guys in it.” Henry opened the box and there was a beautiful ring with with a rose gold band and an emerald stone.

“Henry,” you cried as he slid the ring on your finger.

“Will you marry me?”

You were too busy crying and looking at the ring so you didn’t answer which was stressing Scott out. “Say yes mommy. I promise to clean up for a whole month.”

Henry let out a laugh and you slowly started to nod your head. “Yes i’ll marry you,” you said throwing yourself in his arms cause the three of you to fall the ground. Henry gently grabbed your face and firmly pressed his lips against yours. He let you go when he heard you wince but you didn’t let him get far. You pulled him back to you and ignored the pain.

“Can I call him it now,” Scott asked standing up.

You let out a laugh and nodded your head not caring about what your family will think or how it would make Philip feel.

“I love you daddy,” Scott screamed as he jumped on Henry.

“Love you too, buddy.”

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The Man the World Forgot part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“Why doesn’t the horn work,” he questioned her.

Her face contorted as if remembering something painful or extremely emotional. Scarlet took a deep breath, swallowed the lump in her throat and gripped the steering wheel.

“My heater broke I thought I could fix it myself cause I didn’t and still don’t have a thousand dollars to get it fixed. My father loved this car and on his days off he would come work on Bart. Most of the time I would sit out there with him and he would try to teach me things but I never paid attention. I was alway too busy on my phone or reading or thinking about some boy but I always just sat there thinking this would satisfy his desire to hang out with his daughter and I thought it would be enough so he wouldn’t try to bring me on those boring fishing trips. But now I realize how stupid I was.

I tried to use a YouTube video to fix the heater hoping it would be easy and that I inherited my fathers fix-it skills but the heater is still broke and I messed with the horn somehow. Now it’s $1160 to fix and I’m still a broke college student. But I’m saving up the money so til I win the lottery I’m using an air horn Becca gave me”

“I feel like I should be worried about making this trip,” Chris said gripping the “oh shit” handle feigning a worried expressing on his face.

“You do not need a heated and a horn to drive a vehicle. It is completely safe,” scarlet said with a pointed tone.

“Well according to the department of motor vehicle a us government agency one does need a working horn to get a break tag which is needed to operate a motor vehicle,” the actor retorted.

“Well lucky for me I have 4 more months til I have to get a new break tag,” she quickly looked over at him and stuck her tongue out.

The two fell into another comfortable silence. Scarlet focused on the road again as Chris continued to look out his window pass except this time he wasn’t was the world pass he wasn’t watching the trees and grass and the other cars. He was staring at Scarlet’s reflection. All the questions he wanted to ask her were running though his head. The urge to know every little thing about her was almost overwhelming. Chris wanted to know her favorite word, why she’s scared of the dentist, what’s the story behind her rocky relationship with her brother, everything her thoughts her dreams. It was weird he just met the girl but she consumed his thoughts. The actor chucked it up to wanting to really know the person who was basically saving him. As he was having his weird obsession though the vehicle pulled into the parking lot of a Zippy B gas station.

“We have a 5 minute break til we are back on the road,” Scarlet informed Chris as she pulled into a parking spot and parked Bert.

Chris stood by the car while the college student went to see where the bathroom is. He took this time to stretch his legs from being cramped in Bert for 3 hours. He was leaning against the car as he stretched his hamstrings when she came back to the vehicle with a bag of snacks.

“Is there anything healthy in that bag,” Chris asked remembering what she promised her mother.

“Yes there is this questionable apple and a bag of popcorn,” she replied tossing the bag into the back seat.

She noticed he was literally stretching his legs and she gave him a smirk. It was funny seeing Chris’s six foot muscly ass inside her tiny slightly rusted volts wagon bug. “Maybe you should be smaller.”

“What and get rid of these muscles that your think are ‘disgusting’,” he retorted this time stretching his back.

Chris raised his arms above his head and his shirt rose a bit and an inch of skin was exposed. Scarlet quickly looked away noting the suddenly interesting grease spot on the concrete.

“Ok ready to go,” asked once he was done stretching.

“Uh…. Yeah im.. im going to fill up then we can leave,” scarlet stuttered trying not to this of how attractive she found him and how she will be stuck in her little bug with him for a couple more hours.

She put her card in the gas pump and was going to grab the handle but chris got to it first. “Sit down.”

She opened the driver side door and just sat with her legs outside the car and watched her favorite movie actor fill her car with gas. A dozen dirty thoughts came to her hear but she quickly shook them out of her head cause those plus the sight space of Bert was not a good combination.

When the pump stopped Chris put it back in its holder and waited til Scarlet was properly seated to close her car door. She watched as he went around the car to go to his side and she felt her heart flutter. Scarlet knew how much of a gentleman Chris was, everyone knew but it was another thing to experience it. She could say she loved him for it but her love for him means nothing. It’s a fangirls love for a celebrity. Maybe when this is over she will keep this memory of not necessarily being the center of his attention or affection but who can say a Chris Evans did this for her.

Once he was back in the car he twisted his body to grab the new bag of snacks. She asked him to hand her the bag of popcorn and a water while he grabbed the questionable apple that deemed good enough to eat. Scarlet started the car back up and got back on the road.

“You know popcorn isn’t as healthy as you think it is,” Chris informed taking a bite out of his apple.

“Yes it is,” she replied tossing another handful into his mouth.

“Not when it’s caramel popcorn.”

“Ok mr know-it-all give me a bite of the apple so i’m not a liar,” she snapped holding her hand out.

She kept her eyes on the road but felt the cold wet apple hit her hand. Without looking she brought the apple to her mouth and took a bite then tossed it back to him. “Now can I eat my ‘healthy’ popcorn in peace?”

“No,” the actor responded reaching over to her lap and taking a handful of the popcorn at tossing them piece by piece in the air and catching it in his mouth.

Out of her peripheral she noticed how relax or carefree he looked. It was nice to see him like this during this stressful situation. Her heart fluttered at the thought she was the reason he was so relaxed.

Chris grabbed her phone again but this time put on her “Disney” playlist. He placed it back in its designated spot and turned the volume up a little.

“Omg you really are a Disney nerd,” she laughed when A Whole New World came on.

“Yes, I love it. If I wasn’t acting I would want to be a Disney animator,” he said with a smile. Thinking of what he is going to do if this doesn’t work out. Go to school get a degree in animation and do that.

“Well know you have to draw me something special.”

“It will cost ya,” he said giving her a knowing smile.

Before she could ask him what he was talking about Chris started to sing Aladdin’s part of the song. When it was jasmine’s part he would point over to her.

“Oh no. not happening. I can’t sing,” she said shanking her head.

“Liar, you were having a whole concert an hour ago.”

“You were asleep. I can’t sing in front of people. Never have never will.”

Accepting defeat Chris started sing both parts and making his voice higher to mimic a feminine voice for jasmine. Scarlet was laughing so hard she car swerved out of the lane for a bit.

“Scar your going to kill us,” he laughed grabbing the wheel trying to right Bert.

“Evans I promise we will get to our destination in one piece and alive,” she promised playfully slapping his arm. “Now please continue doing what ever that was.”

He was about to break back into song when the music stop saying Scarlet was getting a phone call. She was about to grab the phone but Chris grabbed it first, put it on speaker and held it by her head for her.

Where are you

“In my car, what’s up Becca,” scarlet replied.

Good how long til you get here

“Get where”

Mack’s party, Scarlet tell me you didn’t forget

“I didn’t forget” she lied.

Good how long til you get here

“Im not. Im kinda not in town.”

How kinda

“Um like I just left a gas station in Natchitoches and im heading to Nevada.”

What the hell scarlet. We said we would go to this stupid party a month ago and your ditching me

“I know but chris needed…”

Oh my god. You ditched me for your boy toy.

“Stop its not like that”

Yes it is. When did you meet him cause you just mentioned him to me today.

“Becca im sorry but this is important.”

More important than your best friend

“Becca please,”

I never asked you for anything just for you to come with me so I wouldn’t have to face mack alone and use you as an excuse to leave early

“Bec.”

No I get it. Some mediocre dick is more important than the person who as been by your side since we were 13.

Before Scarlet could reply Becca hung up the phone.

“Shit, can you call her back please,” she cursed looking over at Chris.

He tried calling her again twice but both time it went straight to voicemail. Chris felt awful. After the third try scarlet told him to stop and the Disney music started to play again.

“Im sorry,” Chris started to say. “I didn’t mean for your life to get turned upside down.”

“She just needs to calm down. We’re best friends this will blow over,” Scarlet said to either herself or Chris. Neither could be sure but Chris knew one thing. It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself then him.

The air in Bert got very heavy. The light mood was gone and this eery dread was in its place. Chris wanted to comfort her but he didn’t know how. Her right hand which she usually kept on the gear shift was know clutching the wheel tightly. He noticed how she was fidgeting. She was worried. Chris noticed the signs. He gets like it sometimes when the fame gets too much. He reached his arm across and placed his hand on her right thigh.

“Ill be fine,” Scarlet said.

“I know, you wanna talk,” he asked stroking the top of her tight with his thumb.

“Not really, but thank you,” she replied patting the hand that was on her thigh.

Chris waited a second before he really let her be. He knew he had to take his hand off her knee know. The appropriate time to comfort her has long pass but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The thought of removing his hand felt wrong. Chris thought he was losing his mind. It was just he didn’t want to see her hurt cause she is an amazing person. She was helping him and now he wanted to help her but he knew there was nothing he could do. That had to be the reason.

“Would it make you feel better if I answered any marvel question. Ill even give you spoilers. Im not scared of Kevin,” Chris said giving a macho voice but looking around like he’s waiting for Kevin to pop out somewhere to yell at him.

“Christopher i’ve watched endgame. I know you do what ever the hell that was and don’t get me started on that cause it won’t make me feel better it will make me angry,” Scarlet scorned giving the actor a pointed look.

“What if I told you Steve was coming back.”

“Are you telling me the truth?”

“No.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No.”

“Are you just telling me things to distract me?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.”

“So why don’t you like Steve’s ending,” Chris asked generally interested.

Scarlet took a deep breath and went on a 20 minute rant about how Steve shouldn’t have left Bucky and how he had just gotten over Peggy and ruined his entire character. But Chris just sat there and listened. He came to Steve’s defense once or twice but enjoying the spark that was in her eye when she talked about something she really enjoyed.

“And don’t get me started in the moral of it all. Do you really think that Steven Grant Rodgers mr Language won’t stand down from a bully even if it kills him would just sit by and let all these terrible thing happen like jfk assassination which I believe Bucky did. 9/11. Bucky’s torture and enslavement. No sir,” scarlet exclaimed heatedly.

“Ok I get it. Steve is now an ass and for my sake I can never mention marvel around you ever again,” he laughed.

“You asked the question Christopher,” she replied.

Chris realize he did ask the question and he wasted a question but then realized he unlocked a part of her he probably wouldn’t have met cause people usually don’t get that in-depth with marvel talks with him.

“And now I regret it,” he joked when he saw her blush.

The now entering Texas sign was coming into view which caused Chris to look at the clock. It was almost 8 pm and Scarlet was still driving. Even knowing she won’t let him drive Bert he felt like he still needed to ask if she wanted him to take over for a while.

“You good to drive still. I promise i’ll take good care of Bert,” he said placing his right hand over his heart and raising his left hand as if swearing like a boy scout.

“First off, no one drives Bert but me. Second Im fine but can you hand me an energy drink out of the cooler please and thank you,” she asked letting out a small yawn.

The actor turned around and open the blue ice chest. The energy drinks were all the way at the bottom of the chest. Chris pulled out a monster and gave her a questioning look as he handed it to her.

“These are not good for you,” he warned as she opened it and took a sip.

“Look Chris I failed to kill me I doubt a little energy drink is more competent than me.”

“Scar,” Chris said in a worried tone.

“You can laugh. If you can’t laugh at something then you’re not over it,” she reassured him as she placed her hand on his thigh. “Im ok. I promise.”

Somehow Chris knew she was telling the truth that she was fine but there was still a part of him that was worried about her. For the rest of the ride they listened to every song in every Disney movie ever made and he subconsciously kept looking at her out of his peripheral. Almost afraid she would vanish or suddenly not be ok. The desire, the need to be there for her was overwhelming and confusing. But out of all the things he has ever done in his life this felt right. It felt like something he was supposed to do.

PART 7

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Trapped Apart

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y/n gothel joins the VKs on their mission to get the magic wand from Auradon prep. follows the events of the first movie

Here you were again grounded or more accurately trapped. Mother was having another one of her episodes and she refused to let you leave. And it wasn’t because she was worried about your safety. No, she just didn’t want you to leave her like your “older sister” did. Not that you and Rapunzel were actually sisters that’s just what mother called her.

This was the 3rd night this week where she locked you in your room. And just like that, your plans flew out the window. Now you were about to spend tonight like you had the past three: alone wrapped in your one blanket that wasn’t torn and reading one of the few books on the isle that wasn’t falling apart. It was that book Rapunzel’s boo thang read as a kid “The Tales of Fylnnigan Rider.”

Your attention was pulled from the book when you heard light tapping at the window. Someone was throwing rocks at your window and since they weren’t big enough to brake the window you knew exactly who it was. After putting your book back in its hiding place your raced over to the window. Standing below in his normal red leather clothes holding his hook was your amazing boyfriend, Harry.

“Y/n, come one Uma’s pissed you’re not at work,” he whispered yelled from down below.

Even though he was maybe 10 feet below you, you could hear him. You could also see the smug look on his face that he got every time he came and rescued you from the tower. While the world saw him and everyone else on the isle as villains;Harry Hook would always be you knight in shining armor, your prince and he knew it.

You lifted the cushion of the seat that was right next to your window and pulled the rope from the inside and threw the half that wasn’t attached to the chair out the window. You watched as Harry attached his hook to his waist and held his arms up to catch you if you fell. Holding onto the rope as tight as you can, you climbed out of your window. No matter matter how many times you do this you always seem to lose your grip two feet above your boyfriend. So it’s not a matter of if you fall but when.

“I love it when you fall for me, princess,” Harry said holding you bridal style.

He says that cheesy phrase every time he has to catch you. Harry could help you get stronger so you don’t fall sneaking out but he loves holding you in his arms so he doesn’t mention it. The pirate stood there holding you for a few more minutes til he heard kids run past screaming and laughing.

“Uma, expecting us,” you said getting out of his hold and setting your feet on the ground.

“That she is,” he replied holding you against his body and keeping his hands on your waist.

“We should head over to the restaurant,” you said looking up at him and just staring into his light gray eyes.

“That we should,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over yours.

You closed your eyes expecting to get a loving kiss from him but after a minute of nothing, you opened your eyes and saw him two feet ahead of you.

“Harry Hook,” you exclaimed slapping his bicep.

“What love? I don’t want Uma to have your ass. It’s mine,” he replied slapping it before he continued down the road.

Placing your hand in his the two of you walked to the restaurant Uma’s mother owned. As restaurants go it was awful but for being on the isle it was the nicest one around. As soon as you entered Ursula’s fish and chips Uma started yelling.

“Y/n you’re late again,” she said storming over to you and pushing a tray of food into your arms.

“Sorry my mom was in her mood again,” you explained bringing the food to the correct table after Uma held up 3 fingers to you.

After you dropped the food on the table for some drunken sailers you walked over to the bar and sat down. Harry as usual sat next to you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Uma placed a plate of fries on the bar top for the three of us to munch on.

“Again, this is like the third time this week,” Uma asked worriedly as she munched on some fries.

“Yea, I think it has to do with how on the main land the prince’s coronation is coming up. It’s bringing up memories of when my sister left,” you replied slightly day dreaming about Auradon.

Harry was the only one in the room who notices you slip into another world. He was the only one who knew how much you wanted to leave the isle and go to Auradon Prep. It wasn’t that you hated the isle and your life on it, he knew that. But everyone knew that y/n gothel didn’t belong on the isle. You were too…nice. You stood up for the little people, for those who are being bullied. It’s how you became friends with Uma and met your boyfriend of 4 years.

You weren’t always a park of Uma’s crew. Your mother is friends with Cruella de Vil, Jafar, the evil queen, and Maleficent, so naturally growing up you hung out with them. Until when you were 12 and Mal was bullying Uma when she tried to join the gang. Mal would keep calling her shrimpy. Mal has done it before and you’ve been there but on that day your were tired of it. It could have been because your entire life you were being compared to a literal princess or that it was around that time when your mother’s episodes started getting really bad or you were old enough to realize what she was doing to you. Either way you had enough so you walked over and stood between Mal and Uma and told Mal to stop.

In that moment every one on the street stopped and looked, cause no one stood up to Mal she was the big honcho and everyone was scared of her or more accurately scared of her mother. After that Mal decided if you were going to stick up for a loser you are a loser and were no longer invited to hang out; when our parents were not around.

It was around that time that you started to dream about living in Auradon. Of being somewhere where you don’t have to stick up for the little people or yourself cause everyone is nice. Where you don’t have to worry about sneaking out cause you would be free to do want every you wanted or find somewhere you belong. But after meeting Harry or getting to know him better you didn’t need to leave the isle to find a place where you could be yourself. You had him and the crew.

“How long do you think you have til she checks on you,” Harry asked pulling you out of your day dream.

“Um she’s going to some meeting or what ever old people call hanging out with the rest of them. So I should be good for a couple hours.”

“Good,” Harry said kissing your temple.

“Hey your here, no longer on house arrest,” Gil yelling walking in and sitting on the other side of you.

Uma groaned and threw a few fries at Gil cause she knew how you felt about your living situation. On multiple occasions she offered you a room on her boat and Harry has insisted that you stay with him. But you never accepted their offer in fear of what your mother would do is she knew you were leaving. In your sisters case she almost killed the love of her life. You would rather stay trapped under her thumb than put Harry in danger. And Harry knew how trapped you felt. He also knew how your mother always compared you to your sister. If you were not physically trapped you were mentally trapped.

“Read the room Gil,” Uma said. She then ordered him to clean up the fries and wipe down all the tables, which was usually your job.

“How do you read a place,” Gil asked picking up a towel and wiping the tables.

For the rest of the day you just sat at the table and talking with Uma, Harry, Gil or who ever from the crew was in the restaurant. Uma gave you the day off partially because she gave Gil your duties and partially so you could easily just run back home so your mother doesn’t know you left. Mother usually stayed with the other villains for half the day so you could spend half the day with your friends but that was cut short today.

An hour after you and Harry entered the fish and chip shop Carlos ran in. Harry and Gil met him at the entrance and blocked him from coming in.

“Y/n, your mother is about to go home to get you,” Carlos warned.

While you didn’t talk to Mal, Evie, or Jafar, Carlos and you talked. It was rare but when ever your mother had her episode Carlos would make sure you knew when she was getting home. He was the only one of the Mal gang to know what it was like to be manipulated by their mother.

“What,” you asked getting up from your seat.

“Let me go hook,” Carlos said pushing Harry off him. “Something happened and our parents want to talk to us. You have 8 minutes to get home.”

Fear filled your eyes knowing it would take you 10 minutes to get home. Carlos knew what you were thinking and held up a helmet.

“We can get there in 5 if we leave now.”

“I got to go,” you stated to Harry giving him a kiss. “Ill send work over what this is about.”

Harry hated your relationship with Carlos, it's not that he was jealous. It was how your previous friends treated you. He also didn’t like when you relied on Carlos. He wanted to be the only person you needed. Harry felt better after you gave him one more kiss and how she will get a message out to him after the meeting.

“Thanks Carlos,” you said getting on the back of his motorbike. You put on the helmet and wrapped your arms around him so you wouldn’t fall off. Carlos took off and nearly hit multiple people to get you back to your tower. The rope you used was still hanging out your window so you knew your mother wasn’t home yet.

“I owe you Carlos, guess I'll see you in a few minutes,” you thanked giving him a hug before climbing up the rope to get back in your room. Once you got your feet on the floor you quickly hid the rope under the cushion and jumped on your bed. Grabbing one of the approved books (anything but the Flynn rider book) and pretended to read til mother busted in your room.

“Y/n, we need to go,” she said looking around the room.

“Where,” you asked getting up off the bed and walking over to her.

“The hall, don’t worry your friends will be there.”

The walk to the hall, mother liked to call it, was only a couple minutes but the intense watching from mother was suffocating. What ever this meeting was about it had to be important other wise you wouldn’t be allowed outside. Her hand was wrapped around your upper arm as to keep you close.

“Y/n,” Mal said as soon as the two of you entered the building.

As usual if the parents were around, you and Mal were best friends. Carlos gave you a real smile. Evie and Jay weren’t mean to you but they also didn’t go out of their way to spend time with you.

“Mal,” you replied walking over to her to give her a hug as soon as your mother let you go.

“You smell like rotten fish,” she whispered in your ear.

“You’re still not thinking for yourself,” you whispered back.

She squeezed your tighter making your groan in pain. Mal let you go stating she just got so excited to see you. When she let you go you went to go stand with the rest of the kids and waited for whatever this meeting was about.

“I have great news,” Mal’s mother stated standing up from her seat.

“What is it,” your mother asked clearly agitated.

“I've already told the others but since y/n was detained ill have to announce it again. Our children had been chosen to go to Auradon prep,” Maleficent said with an evil smile.

I get to go to Auradon. I’ve wanted this for years. But by the looks one it the others were not happy.

“You will go. You will find the fairy godmother and you will bring me back her magic wand. Easy peasy,” Maleficent stated in her tall bar green chair as she filed her nails.

“What’s in it for us,” Mal asked. You don’t like siding with Mal but she had a point. Why would we help her when villains don’t really have the best track record of being good parents.

“Matching thrones. Hers and hers crowns,” Maleficent replied thinking about only her daughter and herself.

“I think she meant us,” Carlos replied pointing to the five of us.

Maleficent stood up and walked over to Mal. Stated about how its all about the two of them and her plan to rule the world. You know normal villain talk. And if we didn’t help we were grounded for the rest of our life. Ha like that’s new.

“Y/n is not going. I won’t have my daughter abandon me again,” mother stated grabbing your arm again this time squeezing to tight bruises are sure to appear.

Carlos’s mother also stated how she didn’t want Carlos to go, so did Jafar but of course Malificant was going to have her way. She walked about how good the old days were and how they were robbed of revenge against snow white and the dwarfs, Aladdin and the genie, the dalmatian puppies, Flynn rider who took rapunzel and twisted her mind against mother, and of course sleeping beauty. There was a look in mothers eyes you haven’t seen before. Hope. She was going to let you go but there would be a catch, there is always one with mother.

“Y/n, I don’t like it but you can go. Bring back the wand and that magic flower,” mother insisted.

She finally let go of your arm and sat down at the table next to the evil queen.

“Mother there are no more magic flowers,” you stated. Mother’s garden as her pride and joy and it was always missing one thing. The magic flower that had given rapunzel her magic hair. Mother swore she say one on the tv when snow white was reporting from the magic garden on the main land.

“You will find it and bring it back to mother,” she stated holding your hand a little too tight.

“I understand mother.”

Evie's mother gave her a magic mirror while Malificant grabbed her spell book out of the freezer. Suddenly a car horn went off and we were be pushed out to the street.

“We are leaving now,” you asked mother.

“Yes, the sooner you leave the sooner you return with my flower,” mother said grabbing the bags and putting them in the truck.

She had packed for you even through she objected to the idea at first. This can’t be real. You had to tell Harry. Talk to him about it first. Suddenly a pebble hit your leg and a soft whistle came from the crows. Your quickly found Harry in the crowd and went over to him.

“What’s going on princess,” he asked stroking your arm. He stopped when he noticed the redness on your biceps.

“We are going to Auradon like right now,” you said wrapping your arms around him.

“What why,” he asked holding your tighter not wanting you to leave.

“Something about giving the villain’s kids a chance. Maleficent wants us to use this opportunity to steal fairy godmother’s magic wand and bring it to her.”

“Your mother is ok with this.”

“She wants the magic flower, but ill just not go. They can handle it and I'll just run away.”

“No go. I know you y/n you have always wanted to go to Auradon. This is your chance to leave. Ill be here when you come back. Get the wand and the flower and after we take a ship and just sail away. Together,” he said holding your hands and placing a small kiss on your knuckles.

“No mom,” you asked looking into his eyes.

“No mom, just you and me.”

“What about Uma and the crew.”

“They don’t matter. You are the only thing that matters.”

You heard your mother calling for you. Harry gave you one last kiss and gave you a little push back to the car. ‘Get the wand and flower, not for mother and Malificant but for me and Harry’

“there you are get in,” mother said pushing you hardly towards the car. “Don’t forget, mother loves you.”

In the car you sat next to Carlos, far away from Mal. The car was clean and full of snacks. The boys went crazy and fought over them. Carlos handed you something brown and you gave it a sniff.

“Its good,” he said shoving another three in his mouth.

Trusting him you took a small bight and boy was he right. It was sweet and is has this creamy gooey center. Eve and Mal also took some of the food. Mal was messing with a remote and opened the screen between us and the driver.

“Look,” Evie exclaimed.

We all looked out the front window and it looked like the car was going to drive us off the bridge and drive us into the water.

“Its a trap,” Carlos yelled and we all held on tight to each other.

We waited and waited for the splash to come but it never did. A magic bridge appears. We got through the barrier. Mal asked the driver if the remote she was messing with opened the barrier but the driver explained that is opened his garage, what ever that is, and then closed the wall that separated us from him.

“How’s shrimpy doing, traitor,” Mal asked looking straight at you.

“Her name is Uma and she is fine,” you said glaring back at her grabbing more of the brown sweet.

“You look good,” Evie stated with a small smile.

“Thanks,” you replied returning a smile.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Except for Carlos and jay trying to steal everything out of the van. You tried to stuff some of the sweets into your bag too. On the isle you learn to never know when your next meal is and take things whenever. Suddenly a giant castle came into view and loud music was coming from outside. The vehicle stopped and the driver opened the door. Yo got out of the car followed by Carlos and jay falling out of the vehicle fighting over things than Evie and Mal.

We were greeted by lots of bright colors and smiling faces. A middle-aged lady and two people around our age (one boy and one girl) walked over to us. The older lady told Carlos and jay to put the things back which they did begrudgingly. Jay then proceeded to hit on the younger girl. She was pretty. Dark skin brown curly hair. She was in a gold dress with pink accents and a blue sweater. The other lady was in purple dress suit and the guy was in a nice blue suit jacket and yellow pants.

“The names jay,” jay said stepping closer to the girl.

“Welcome to Auradon prep,” the middle-aged lady said interrupting jays failure at getting the girls attention. “I'm fairy godmother, headmistress.”

“The fairy godmother,” Mal asked. “As in bippity boppity boo.”

Mal tried to get her to pull out the want or at least mention where it was by bringing up cinderella. But all fairy godmother said was it was a long time ago and not to focus on the past or you miss the future.

The boy took a step towards us greeting up. His name is Ben. Or prince soon to be king Ben since the girl in pink in blue insisted on pointing out.

“You had my at prince. My mom’s a queen which makes me a princess,” Evie said bowing to prince ben. She as already trying to find her prince charming as she was instructed by her mother.

“The evil king has no royal status here and neither do you,” the girl said with a fake smile.

Prince Ben gave a little laugh and introduced the girl and princess Audrey, his girlfriend. Fairy godmother said the two would be showing us around and something about the library being closed at 11. The band and her left. Ben walked over to jay to introduce himself but jay punched him in the shoulder. Ben stood in front of Mal for a while and they shook hands. He was going to shake Carlos’s hand but Carlos had what ben called chocolate all over. Evie looked at ben longingly.

“…as the day our two peoples begun to heal,” ben said shaking your hand.

“Or the day you showed 5 people where the bathrooms are,” Mal responded jokingly.

“A little over the top,” ben relied laughing.

Ben laughed about his intense first impression while Audrey talked about how her mother is aurora and Mal and her grandparents history. So mark Audrey as someone I won’t like. Ben offered us a tour and talked about the school. There was a statue of Ben’s father in the middle of these gardens. Ben clapped his hands and the statue shifted into the kinds beast form which scared Carlos bought that he jumped into jays arms. Ben explained how if symbolizes how anything is possible.

“Does he shed much,” Mal asked.

“Yes mother wont let him on the couch,” he responded.

Ben continued towards the castle and Audrey, Mal and Evie followed. Jay dropped Carlos then continued on his way as well. Carlos was staring at the statue until you gave him a small push.

“Lets go Carlos we are losing them,” you said pulling him away from the statue.

The entrance of the castle was beautiful. The ancient building mixed with modern style. The group stopped in the center of the room. But we were not the only ones there. All around us kids were walking up and down the stairs going on with their lives. No one was forcing them to this or that. They were smiling and happy.

Mal asked about magic and if it was around here. Ben told her it exist but they don’t really use it. He said something about how everyone here are normal mortal.

“Who happen to be kings and queens,” you asked.

“Yeah our royal blood goes back generations,” Audrey replied placing Ben’s arm around her.

“Doug,” ben exclaimed taking his arm off Audrey and talking towards a guy who was with the band outside. Doug was going to give us our schedules and who us the dorms. Suddenly you remembered this is an actual School and not like the one on the isle where the teachers never cared to even show up. Ben told us or more specifically Mal to ask him for anything if we needed it, which Audrey replied or ask Doug.

Doug introduced himself as dopey’s son. He started to name the rest of the dwarfs but was interrupted by Evie. Looks like someone has a crush. He gave us our schedule and told us about our classes with included “ remedial goodness 101”. We left to go to our dorms which Doug directed us to the right. Doug explained how normally its two to a room but since no one wanted to room with a villain Mal, Evie and I were sharing a room. And since it was three people instead of 2 we got the biggest room. We opened the door and it was like pink princesses threw-up in the room. The room was very girl and good. I could tell by Evie’s face that she loved it but Mal shut it down by saying the room was gross.

We closed the curtains to make is less bright which helped a bit but it was all still pick. After dark we walked over the the guys rooms. Carlos was playing video game and jay as usual was looking at his stolen treasure.

Mal told him he could steal now or wait til we took over the world. She sounded just like her mother, and unlike you she saw that as a good think when Evie pointed it out. Jay said no and Carlos gave him a turn on the video game. Mal was not happy over how lightly the boys took the situation we were in.

“This is the one change we have to prove ourselves to out parent. To prove we are evil and vicious and ruthless and cool,” Mal stated which brought them back to their senses.

That wasn’t the reason you were there but you weren’t going to tell Mal that. Mal asked for the magic mirror and used it to find the wand which was in the museum. Carlos looked on his new computer and found out is 2 miles away from us.

“Perfect so we go to the museum take the wand and we are home by breakfast,” you stated excitingly.

“What you missed the fish and chips or your salt water baths,” Mal asked in a cruel tone.

“I miss my friends,” you responded with a coarse tone.

Mal ignored your last comment and stated exactly what I said. She opened the door and looked around to see if anyone was near. Since the coast was clear we all followed her out the room. We were about two feet from the room when I heard footsteps.

“Wait,” I said grabbing Mal’s shoulder.

“Let go,” Mal whisper yelled.

I placed a finger over my lip the to my ear and to the direction we were heading. I was letting them know I heard someone coming. Once they heard the person we all pressed up against the wall til the passed going in the other direction.

“That was closed,” Carlos said patting me on the back.

“Have any of your guys spent your entire life sneaking out. No so follow me,” you said going ahead of Mal listening to every crack and feeling every vibration in the walls.

We made it to the stairs without getting caught which was great but stairs bring a whole new problem.

“I'm going first to make sure no one is around. When I give the signal step lightly incase the stairs squeak,” you told them sitting on the hand rail and slowly sliding down until you could safely jump off with out hurting yourself and making a noise.

You went a couple feet a head but found no one in the area. You called to them to come down and for once Mal actually listened to you. They all stepped very lightly and made it down the stair without a single sound.

Once we were out of the building getting to the museum was easy. But once we got there, there was a whole new problem. There was a security guard. In the room there was video surveillance of multiple magical items, like the trident, the genie lamp, Cinderella’s shoe and the spindle Mal’s mother used. Mal used her magic to get the security guard to prick his finger on the spindle. You tried to open the door once the guard went to sleep but it was locked.

“I’ve got this,” jay said backing up.

He was too far to notice but Mal was saying a spell to open the door. You tried to stop jay but you were too late and he fell on the floor. Everyone let out a little chuckle at jay. Carlos went to help him up but jay pushed him away. We walked past the sleeping guard and Evie used her mirror to direct us to where the wand was. While we were running around the museum looking for the wand we passed the hall of villains. There were wax figures of all of our parents. It freaked us all out. We know how mean our parents can be, we know they’re villains but these figures made them look worse, made them look like monsters.

We couldn’t stand to be in the room with the figures any longer, so we left but after a couple seconds you noticed Mal didn’t follow us. She was still looking at her mothers figure.

“Look at you look at me I don’t know who to be mother, is it wrong is it right be a thief in the night mother, tell me what to do,” you heard Mal say.

You decided to leave Mal alone but Evie came back and told her to come along. You caught up with the boys. They were talking and messing around and ignoring everything around them. While you were looking at everything around you and you noticed a blue light. You went towards the light and saw the wand suspended in the air with a force field.

“Guy, I found it,” you whisper yelled to the boys.

Evie came back from getting Mal but the she still was in the wax room. “What,” Evie asked.

“I found the wand, where is Mal,” you asked.

“I thought she was behind me I’ll be right back,” Evie said running to get Mal.

A few minutes later both girls got back. You told them to follow you and led them to the wand. Jay ran to the other side and climbed under the railing.

“Jay wait,” Mal called.

Jay didn’t listen. He went to reach for the wand but the force field sent him flying an a alarm was going off.

“Force field and an alarm. It’s a bit excessive,” Carlos commented as we all went running.

You could hear the guard coming behind us. We made it to the guards spot when the phone started ringing. Carlos answered the phone while the rest of us ran out.

“Carlos come one,” you yelled for him.

“Your welcome,” he called out as he came running after you.

Carlos explained how when the alarm company called he pretended t be the guard and say it was a false alarm. We started running back to the school.

“Thanks a lot jay, now we have to go to school tomorrow,” Mal called out scorning jay.

Once we made it back to the castle, everyone followed my lead so we could get back in our rooms. We made it back to our rooms without being caught. Mal and Evie went straight to their beds while you stood by the window. There was something about sneaking out without worried about getting beat or getting loved ones killed.

“Thanks, I guess your skills were really helpful,” Mall called from her bed.

“Ill tell mother how useful my sneaking out skills are. She would love that,” you joked.

“Has she been easier to live with,” Evie asked walking over to you.

“No, she has her episodes more often. I don’t know why but she really got worse when the talk of the coronation reached the isle,” you explained.

“Well you’re free here,” Evie said as a comfort.

“I was free on the isle with…,” you started but stoped before you mentioned Uma and Harry.

“I’ve notice Hook has been more tolerable when ever your with him,” Mal stated.

“So its true, you and Harry,” Evie asked pulling you to her bed.

“Yeah 4 years,” you explained.

You missed this. Chatting about boys with Evie. It brought you back to the old days. Mal sat up and looked over at the the two of us. You waited for Mal to join the conversation or to change the subject but that would have been the Mal you knew when you were younger.

“We should sleep, we have a long day ahead of us,” she commented before going to bed.

“Yeah, night,” you said getting up and going to your bed.

You turned away from the girls and held on tight to the necklace Harry made you when you first started dating. It was a hook (blunted) on a leather cord. He gave it to you as a way to let people now you where his.

“Night Harry, I miss you,” you whispered and fell asleep hoping to speed this up to get back to him.

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Mal and Evie sat at the table in front of you and Carlos and Jay sat at the table diagonal from you. Fairy godmother stood at the front of the room asked questions for the remedial goodness class.

“If someone hands you a crying baby do you A) curse it B) lock it in a tower c) give it a bottle or d) carve out its heart,” she asked.

Carlos looked back at you in sympathy when she read option two out loud. Evie raised her hand to answer but asked for what the second option was.

“Lock it in a tower,” you whispered to her.

“Oh, sorry y/n,” she responded.

You shook your head telling her its ok and raised your hand to answer the question.

“Yes y/n.”

“C give it a bottle.”

“Correct,” fairy god mother praised.

“Wow y/n you are on fire,” Carlos also praise.

“Just pick the one that doesn’t sound like any fun,” Mal spoke up.

Evie Carlos and jay nodded in understanding of how to answer the questions. Suddenly there was a little squeal and a girl with short black hair and a blue dress scurried in the room.

“You need to sign off on an early dismissal for the coronation,” the girl quickly spoke while she stared at us. She was scare, of course she was, she was in a room full go villain kids.

“Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane,” fairy god mother introduced while signing the paper.

“You might want to use her to get the wand,” you leaned over the table and whispered into Mal’s ear.

Jane protested to her mother introducing her to everyone. Mal gave her a small smile and said hello as Jane creeped back out of the room.

“You may be right,” Mal whispered back to you.

You went back to doodling in you notebook while fairy godmother asked the next questions. Carlos and Jay ended up fighting again. They were told by FGM to save it for the Turney field.

After class was dismissed you Mal and Evie walked to your lockers which happen to be next to each others.

“So how can Jane help me get the wand y/n, you have any idea,” Mal asked putting her book back in the locker.

“I don’t know yet. This might not be something we can plan. Talk to her and see if there is something you can do to make her owe you,” you suggested leaning against your locker.

“Smart,” Mal said almost shockingly.

“Yeah Mal, I'm not stupid,” you said defensively and walked over to the library.

You have quite literally never see so many book in your entire life. Everyone in the room stopped and watched your every movement. Anywhere else it would have freaked you out but here with the books you didn’t mind. When ever mother locked you up all you could do was read. Those books made the confinement easier. You ran your fingers over all the books when a title caught your eye. “Flynnagain rider” they had it. You grabbed the book off the shelf and went to sit at a table. This book wasn’t broken. It had every page even the title cover. There were no stains. It was in perfect condition.

You were so entranced in the condition of the book you didn’t notice two people sitting at your table. You looked up and saw two brown hair twins a boy and a girl. There was something about their eyes that reminded you of something. They sat down but leaned back as to stay away from you.

“Hi I'm Ryder and this is my sister Stella,” the boy said with a giant smile.

“I’m …,” you started but were cut off by Stella.

“Oh we know. Y/n gothel. Our father had a whole conniption when he found out prince ben was letting you come to Auradon,” she said with excitement in her voice.

They confused you. They seemed scared but also intrigued by your presence.

“And who is your father,” you asked hiding behind the book hoping they would leave you alone.

“You're reading his favorite book. So much so he changed his name and named me after it,” the boy said.

Fear or shame-filled you. They were Rapunzel and Eugene’s kids. Your adoptive nieces and nephew. You slowly put the book down and really gave them a look. Now you could really see it. Her eyes he has her eyes and she had her nose. You’ve stared at the damn portrait of your “sister” your entire life. The one that got away.

“Hi,” you said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, mother talked him down. He wanted to pull us from the school but mother had a feeling your nothing like her,” Stella said.

“She wanted us to make sure you are ok. And let you know she wants to met with you or if you want to talk you can call her,” Ryder said putting a piece of paper on the table.

“Why,” you asked hesitant to pick the paper up.

“Cause your family,” Stella replied walking around the table and giving you a hug. “Family never give up on each other.”

They left you sitting in shock staring at the book and the number on the paper. Rapunzel doesn’t hate you and she thinks you’re family. You thought about calling. Maybe she has a few tips on how to keep mother calm. Or you could warn her that when mother get out she will more likely than not go after her and Eugene. You looked behind you and saw the Stella was still standing at the doorway watching you. She gave you a big smile and waved before her brother grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

You tried to stay and read but suddenly you didn’t feel comfortable in the library. Grabbing 2 more books you went to the lady at the desk by the front door.

“Is it ok if I take these,” you asked her?

“Um yes let me scan them first,” she said hesitantly.

She scanned each book the handed them to you and a paper saying to bring the books back in one week. You were heading back to your room when your ran into Doug. Literally ran into him. The books fell to the floor.

“Sorry y/n,” Doug exclaimed picking the books up.

“It’s ok I promise,” you responded calmly.

Doug handed all the books to you and straightened his shirt. You went to head back to your room when you stopped and called to him.

“Um Doug, what to you know about magical flowers. Mother talked about it so much growing up I wanted to see on for myself,” you asked.

“Um we have some in the green house on the other side of campus,” he said running the back of his head.

“Thanks.”

You headed back to the room and was shocked to see Jane in the room with nicer hair. So Mal found her way in. Mal was on her bed drawing, Evie was sewing and Jane was complaining about her mother. Mal planted a seed of doubt in fairy godmother's love for Jane. Smart. You placed the books on your bed and collapsed on it.

“Mal do you like,” Evie asked holding up a dress she was making.

“Yea, it’s cute brings out your eyes,” Mal responded as she continued drawing.

“I know,” Evie stated looking at the dress. “Y/n what do you think?”

“I love it very Evie,” you said lifting your head up from the bed.

“Ill never get a boyfriend,” Jane sighed sitting on Evie’s bed.

“Boyfriends are overrated,” Mal replied.

“And how would you know Mal you never had one,” Evie asked.

“That’s cause I don’t need one E,” Mal replied, “ they are a waste of time.”

You let out a laugh and sat up on your bed. “You only think that cause you never had one. Jane, you will find someone.”

Evie gasped then explained how she forgot to do chad’s homework. “And that’s exactly what I mean,” Mal said as Evie grabbed some tan bag and pulled out books.

“That not what having a boyfriend means but boys in general can be a waste of time til the right one comes along,” you explain trying to bring Jane some comfort.

Suddenly an Asian girl with very short hair walked into the room. She explained how she is Mulan’s daughter Lonnie. Lonnie wanted Mal to do her hair like she did Jane’s. Mal was against it but did it cause Evie said she needed the money for new fabric. Suddenly Lonnie had long brown curly hair. It was definitely an improvement. Lonnie looked in the mirror and explained how much she loved it then she ripped her skirt stating she was now cool.

“Like ice,” Mal said sarcastically.

Jane then went to the mirror and did the same thing. ‘Wow these princesses are really stuck up if they think ripping their clothes suddenly makes them cool’ you thought. Jane instantly came to her senses and was worried about what her mom would think when she saw the dress. Lonnie and Jane left after a while. Picked up a book and started reading it. Mal was studying her spell book and Evie was still working on chad’s homework when Carlos came in with a dog.

“Carlos that's a dog,” you exclaimed. You weren’t the only one freaked out by his mothers stories of the beasts.

“Don’t worry y/n it’s not vicious like mother said. Dude is actually very sweet,” Carlos said bringing the dog over to you. It jumped on your bed and put its front paws on your legs as it licked your face. “Ben said that means he likes you.

“Ok he can stop liking me. His breath stinks,” you laughed.

Carlos grabbed the dog and sat on the floor by Mal’s bed and was working on his computer. We all sat in silence until jay came in wearing a blue shirt.

“Did the plan work with Jane? Do you know how to get the wand,” he asked leaning on Mal’s bed post.

“Do you think I would be going through this book if I hadn’t completely struck out,” Mal replied in frustration.

“Someone is in a bad mood,” Carlos stated.

“My mom is counting on me I can’t let her down,” Mal replied flicking his head.

“We can do this if we stick together,” you stated putting your book down.

“And we won't go back until we do, cause we are rotten,” Mal stated.

“To the core,” we all replied. Evie looked at you when you said that. It is like the gang’s catch phrase. You hadn’t said it or hear those words in years. It felt both weird and nice to say them again.

“Oh yeah,” Evie exclaimed looking from me to Mal, “ I found out that fairy godmother blesses ben with the wand at coronation and we all get to go. I have nothing to wear of course.”

Mal and I looked up in shock. How could she forget to mention that small detail. Before we could talk about it there was a knock at the door. Mal got up to get it and when she opened it there stood ben. He was asking how our day went and if we needed anything or had any questions.

“Mal,” I whisper and yelled when ben was walking away.

“Oh wait,” she called causing ben to stop and turn back to her, “ is it true that we all get to go to your coronation?”

Ben confirmed what Evie said. Perfect. Mal then asked if we could stand up front to absorb the goodness. Which is a smart move since they think we are all bad. But ben said that only his parents, himself, and his girlfriend get to be upfront.

“I think it's time benny boo got himself a new girlfriend,” Mal said after she closed the door on ben. “And I need a love spell.”

Carlos threw the book and Mal and she began her search. After a few minutes, she found one. The spell would be in a batch of cookies. Which was where the problem lay. None of us knows how to bake. But as a group we can get this done so we all headed down to the kitchen. You were another step close to giving your mother what she wants and getting back to Harry.

In the kitchen, we were able to get most of it done but the last ingredient was a human tear. Carlos thought of cutting up an onion but it had to be a true tear of human sadness.

“A tear is a tear,” jay said in frustration.

“that's not true jay they both have antibodies and enzymes. A hormonal tear has more protein than a reflex tear,” eve said giving Mal the bag of flour.

“Wow Evie,” you said proudly.

“Listen to you,” Mal stated as she put more flour in the mixing bowl.

Carlos and jay were messing around about whether or not jay knew that science mumbo jumbo, then Lonnie walked into the kitchen. You grabbed the towel and threw it over the book to hide it from her.

“There you are Mal, I was looking for you. You know all the girls want you to do their hair,” Lonnie stated walking over to the counter while Mal and Evie were awkwardly standing there and mixing the ingredients. “Midnight snack huh, what are you guys making?”

“Nothing special just cookies,” you stated to say before Lonnie dipped her finger in the batter and ate some.

“What I'm not going to double dip,” Lonnie said defensibly after we all basically yelled no at her.

“Fell anything,” Evie asked leaning towards her.

“Yeah like it might be missing something,” Mal asked.

Jay saw this as his opportunity to hit on Lonnie and see if the spell works. Lonnie blew him off then stated it could use some chip.

“What are chip,” you asked relaxing a but knowing she was under the spell.

Lonnie went to the fridge and grabbed a down of chocolate dots. “Chocolate chips. Just the most important food group,” she said placing the down on the counter. She took a hand full and put them in the bowl. “Didn’t your moms ever make you chocolate chip cookies?”

We all looked at her in confusion.

“Like when your feeling sad and their fresh from the oven with a big old glass of milk and she makes you laugh and puts everything int perspective,” Lonnie asked with this huge smile on her face. She looked up and notice all of our sad faces. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It's just different where we are from,” Mal explained mixing the chocolate chips in the dough.

“Yeah, I know. I just thought even villains love their kids.”

“No,” you whispered hugging yourself.

Lonnie grabbed Mal’s hand when she notice how none of us agreed with her. A tear was falling from Lonnie's eye and luckily Mal noticed it and grabbed it and put it in the mix. Mal quickly got her out of the kitchen while we finished the spell. Once the cookies were done and cooled down Mal put them in a baggie and we all went to sleep.

The next morning we all woke up early to decide when to give ben the cookie. “Just give it to him first thing it may take a while right,” you suggested.

“No it’s an instantaneous spell,” Mal explained.

“Oh.”

“Ok so we have a plan I’m going to go get ready for the Turney game,” jay said.

“That’s at the end of the day,” Carlos reminded him.

“Yes but I can go parade around and take to girls.”

We all left to start our day. Eventually, we all met by Mal’s locker and waited for ben to show up so she could give him the cookie. He was about to turn it down but Mal did reverse psychology (which I am now aware that I have been victim to multiple times) on him. She played to how we are villains who can not be trusted. Ben snatched the cookie from his hand and took a giant bite. The spell was starting to work cause he was having lovey eyes towards Mal. She grabbed the cookie before he could take another bite. Ben then started to yell her name at the top of his lungs.

“Girl what did you put in those cookies,” you laughed.

Jay and Carlos took him to the Turney field to get ready for the game while Mal Evie and you went to go stand in the stands and cheer for jay and Carlos. The game was going great I think. But everyone for Auradon was cheering. It was the last bit of the game when jay and Carlos got on the field.

“Let's go, Carlos. Let go jay,” you yelled.

Carlos, Jay, and ben use their combined skills to make the winning goal. The crowd was going crazy. Suddenly ben took a microphone and started professing his love to Mal. He then started singing a song about how much he loved her.

“What was in that cookie,” Mal exclaimed.

During his little song, ben took off his jersey and threw it to Mal. Ben made his way to Mal and told her again that he loved her. Then Audrey came up with chad and said they were going out and going to the coronation together. Audrey kissed chad and walked away. Ben and Mal were going to the coronation to gather but you didn’t care that that moment. You saw the hurt in Evie’s eyes. She really likes chad.

“Hey it’s ok, he was a dope anywhere. Plus you are way better than him,” you said giving her a side hug.

Mal noticed Evie’s poor mood and commented hoe she felt bad for Audrey and said how if she was pretty smart and talented at Evie that she wouldn’t need a prince to feel better about herself. And you totally agreed.

After the game, you ran into Stella. She asked if you wanted to hang out with them for a bit. A bit turned into an hour and an hour turned into a sleepover. The only person you spent this much time with was your mother. You haven’t even spent this much time in one sitting with Harry.

“Tell me about yourself,” she asked.

“Um, I don't know what to say,” you replied.

“What do you like to do silly,” she said giving you a slight push.

“Um, I can’t really do anything. When mother locks me away I just read and paint and sew. I cant even do the last 2 cause mother makes me do them. It reminds her of rapunzel. I have to do everything like Rapunzel,” you explained. “I'll sometime climb out my tower to hang out with my boyfriend but that only if mother leaves.”

You noticed the look on Stella’s face. It was shock or pity. She heard the story of what her mother went through but in some messed up way mother gothel loved her but for you, you were just a constant reminder of her failure.

“I'm sorry I should go,” you said getting up off the floor and opening the door.

“Wait, it’s ok to be yourself. You can just be you here not rapunzel not gothel just y/n,” Stella said giving you a hug. “So what here has made you the happiest?”

“The library, and school, and my friends,” you said honestly. “I feel free here, no tower, no barrier.”

“You are, no one can make you do anything you don’t want to,” Stella said holding your hand.

“Thanks, but I should really go,” you said leaving Stella’s room.

When you walked into your dorm room Mal was getting ready for a date with ben. Evie was about to do her makeup.

“Y/n help me do her hair,” Evie asked.

“Sure you know hair is my specialty.”

It was nice. You guy talked like old times. Since Mal’s hair was very much shorter than yours it didn’t take as long to get it just right. Evie was putting the finishing touches when Mal thanked both of us for helping her.

“I've never had a sister,” Mal said as Evie put on her lipstick.

“Well now you have 2 right y/n,” Evie asked you.

You looked at Mal and Evie and gave a small smile. “Yeah, we are going to have to stick togather If this doesn’t work.”

“Are you guys scared of your mother,” Mal asked.

“Sometimes,” Evie replied.

“Yes, not scared of what she will do to me but what she will do to the people I care about if she found out about them,” you said shocked at how honest you were. You never told anyone about how much you really feared your mother.

“Harry,” Mal asked.

“Yeah, he makes me feel sane and less trapped,” you replied smiling and you held your necklace.

“Are you scared of your mother,” Evie asked.

“No, I just want to make her proud. She gets so angry when I disappoint her,” Mal opened up.

There was a knock on the door but before she went to get it Mal looked over at you.

“I'm sorry for how I treated you. You were never weak you were different and now I know its okay,” Mal said holding her arms out to give you a hug.

“I forgive you, Mal. Besides according to Stella and Ryder siblings fight all the time, and they always forgive.”

Mal went to open the door after letting you go and left on her date with Ben. You and Evie just stayed in all day and waited for Mal to return with the details of her date.

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In remedial goodness class, fairy godmother was standing in front of a tv and she looked very excited. She was talking about family day at the school and since out parents couldn’t come for obvious reasons she set up a special video call with them. The call didn’t start off to a great start with Carlos’s mother calling fairy godmother old and Mal’s mother antagonizing her about the pumpkin and the curfew. Maleficent was asking about how much longer it would talk til we got the wand. Then Cruella was talking about turning Carlos’s new BFF dude into an accessory. And mother kept saying how much she missed me and that when I return she never wants to let me go, which meant I was going to be trapped in the tower for more than a day. Out parents started fighting and after a few second jay turned the computer off.

“I'm so sorry,” fairy godmother said in a soft tone.

“Thanks anyway,” you responded before going back to your seat.

You all grabbed your bags and went to leave the room.

“Mal what do you think our parents are going to do to use if we don’t pull it off,” Evie asked.

“I think they will be quietly disappointed but ultimately proud of us for doing our best,” Mal lied.

“Really,” Carlos asked not reading between the lines.

“No, I think we are definite goners.”

When the day was over we all went to the boys' room to go over the plan. Mal will be up front while we will be on the balcony. Carlos is going to handle the limo. Mal gave Evie a perfume to knock the driver out. There was this sadness filling the room. I don’t think any of us really wanted to do this, but we were scared of what our parents would do if we didn’t. I noticed Mal looking up a spell to undo the love spell. She said she wanted to undo it cause it would be extra cruel but I know she had feelings for ben and didn’t want to live this lie any longer.

That night you couldn’t sleep. If you guys got the wand and the villains came to Auradon this little piece of freedom would be destroyed. Mother would find her magic flower and she would find another tower to lock you in. And she would go for Rapunzel and Eugene and Stella and Ryder. That dream of sailing the ocean with Harry was never going to happen. You were forever destined to be trapped and locked away. You thought being with Harry and Uma and Gil made you feel free because you were away from your mother but you were still trapped on the isle.

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It was family day. The five of you decide to enjoy the festivities. Mal went over to ben and his parent while you stayed with Evie while the boys played with the chocolate fountain. Mal said that the king and queen wanted to have lunch with us. You enjoyed a nice game of croquet with everyone when Audrey’s grandmother was yelling about how the villains were here. Chad was being very rude. He called out Mal for stealing ben, said jay enjoyed hurting people and said Evie was a gold digger. Evie told her magic mirror to show her the biggest jerk and chad’s face appeared. He then pushed the mirror out of his face and you and jay were about to go after him for pushing Evie but ben stopped jay and Carlos stopped you. Mal then knock chad out with and spell and the five of us left.

The five of us just sat at a table and ate lunch. At the table next to us sat chad Audrey, Jane, Stella, Ryder, Doug and other people we thought were our friends.

“How long did she think that was going to last. It was just a bad girl fascination,” Audrey asked her as Jane walked by making sure we heard.

“Yeah I mean he’s never going to make a villain a queen,” Jane said getting right next to Mal’s ear.

In anger, Mal took out her spell book and undid Jane’s hair. Jane screamed and everyone backed away from her.

“There’s a lot more where that came from,” Mal angrily stated.

“Excuse me, who do you think you are,” Aubrey asked.

“Do you think I’m kidding,” Mal asked as she pulled out her spell book? Everyone left in fear.

When they left Mal stated how excited she was for tomorrow and how we needed to get the wand a leave.

“It was stupid to think they would see us as something other than our parents,” you stated in a pissed-off tone.

We left to head to our rooms to get ready for the big day.

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We were all ready for the coronation. Mal was wearing a beautiful purple dress, Evie was in a blue one and I was in a red one. All three dresses were Evie herself. While Mal walked in with ben, you Evie, and the boy went to your spots on the balcony. The coronation was beautiful but you really had a hard time focusing on the details. Any second now Mal was going to grab the wand and this place would be destroyed. Fairy godmother took the wand out to bless ben with it but before she could Jane grabbed it. She was angry at how her mother refused to use magic to make her pretty. Mal wrestled Jane for the wand. Once Mal had it in her hand Jane ran off. The four of us ran into the room to help Mal.

“Ben I said stand back,” Mal yelled as he took a step towards her.

“I told you so,” Audrey exclaimed taking a step forward. Mal turned to her and they back up in fear.

“Mal we got it to let's go,” you said once you got to her.

“You really want to do this,” ben asked standing between Mal and his parents and fairy godmother.

“We have no choice ben,” Mal cried. “Our parents…,”

“Your parents made their choice, no you make yours.”

Mal stood there and looked at everyone in front of her: ben, the king and queen, and fairy godmother

“I think I want to be good,” Mal whispered.

“You are good,” ben told her.

“How do you know that,” Mal yelled.

“Because I’m listening to my heart.”

“I wanna listen to my heart too. And my heart is telling me we are not our parents,” Mal said turning to us. “Stealing things doesn’t make you happy, Turney, and victory pizza with the team makes you happy,” she said looking at jay.

“Scratching dude’s belly makes you happy,” she told Carlos.

“Being her, being far away from that tower, and being yourself makes you happy y/n. And Evie you do not have to play dumb to get a guy. You are so smart. And I don’t want to take over the world for evil. It doesn’t make me happy. I want to go to school and be with ben. Cause ben makes me really happy. Us being friends makes me really happy. Not destroying things. I chose good you guy.”

Mal held out her fist. You were the first to put your fist next to hers. You are choosing good. Then jay then Evie. We all looked at Carlos.

“Just so we are clear we don’t have to worry about how mad our parents are going to be, cause they are going to be really really mad,” Carlos asked making us all laugh.

“Your parents can’t reach you here,” ben reassured Carlos.

“Okay then good,” he said before putting his hand in the circle. We all looked to Ben for him to join in cause he’s a part of our group. For a nice second everything was fine til a loud thunderous sound filled the room. Green smoke was coming in and Maleficent appeared in front of everyone. Mal told her to go away but she didn’t listen. Mal threw the want to the fairy godmother who tried to use it on Malificant but she was too slow. Everyone in the room froze except for the five of us. Maleficent took Ben’s ring off of Mal’s finger and told her love was stupid. Mal told her how she didn’t want to be like her.

“Love is not weak or ridiculous, it's actually really really amazing,” Mal cried.

Mal took the want from her mother and jay tried to take the staff but he was unsuccessful. Maleficent then turned into her dragon form. Evie tried to use her mirror to blind the Beast. Mal pushed us all behind her and started chanting, “ the strength of evil is good as none when stands before five hearts as one.” She kept repeating it and repeating it til her mother turned from a dragon to a lizard. Shrinking to the size of love in her heart. Mal gave fairy godmother her wand and Mal got her ring back. Fairy un froze everyone. Mal went to talk to Jane and fairy to try to lessen the punishment you needed to talk to ben.

“Ben,” you asked him.

“Yes.”

“Is there any way I can get a letter to the isle? I need to explain this to someone. I need him to know why I’m staying,” you asked.

“I'll see what I can do,” he replied.

You wrapped your arm around him and next to him was Evie then Carlos then jay. A guard put a glass container over Malificant to keep her from escaping. Mal came over to you and placed her arm around you.

“You will be okay,” she whispered in your ear knowing how sad you are about leaving a certain someone behind.

“Thanks.”

For the first time in forever, you didn’t have to worry about your mother's anger or her episodes where she locked you up. Never again were you going to lock away. Never again were you going to be trapped. You were free. But with that freedom, you lost the only person who made you feel special, unique.

#harry hook imagine #harry hook x reader #descendants imagine

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I know arrow ended a long time ago but if you don't mind can you write imagine but can write a story from a season 8 where after meeting Adrian from earth 2, Oliver thinks you( his sister) ended his marriage with Adrain because of him, so now he wants his sister to be happy again but introduced his sister to Earth 2 Adrain.

Sorry I’m running in 0 sleep. And my brain isn’t working. Just to clarify So reader and Adrian were married on earth 1. Oliver was the reason their marriage ended and he feels bad so he hooks her up with earth 2 Adrian??

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Scary Facial Hair

There are many great things about being married to a celebrity. The fancy dinners, the movie premiers, the nice fans. But there were also many terrible things: how they are gone for months at a time sometimes, the little to no privacy, and worse of all they had no control over how they look sometimes. After being married to Chris for two years and dating him for three years prior, you were used to it. You tease him about how he changes his look more than you do. It has never been really bothered you, but you weren’t going to lie and say you loved all the looks.

“Honey, I’m home,” Chris called walking through the front door.

You put your book down and turned to welcome your husband. He held his arms out and has a sheepish smile on his face. He no longer has his beard that you loved so much he had a mustache. Chris looked good no matter how his hair looked but the mustache was the worse.

“No,” you cried covering your face.

“I love you too,” he said wrapping his arms around you.

“How long,” you asked sadly looking up at your husband.

“A while I’m afraid,” he replied kissing the top of your head.

Chris knew how much you hated the mustache. You always joked about how it made him look like a serial killer or a pornstar. Your husband took off his jacket and sat down next to you after having a long day running through lines and other pre-production things he had to do for his new role.

“As your amazing wife I will allow this but I wouldn’t be upset if you just quit and we go away and forget this thing ever happened,” she shivered as he placed his head on her lap.

“You are amazing,” he said turning his head to kiss your knee and your hands went through his hair.

The two of you just stayed in that position in complete silence enjoying each other's company. It wasn’t often the two of you got to be alone. But the alone time was interrupted but the baby talk of your 18-month-old daughter just walking up from her nap.

“Daddy’s home,” Chris said sitting up in a sudden ball of energy.

You would have gotten up but you were too enthralled in thinking of how much of an amazing father Chris is. He always made sure he came home for bedtime and he would sometimes sneak out of your shared room to play with (d/n) in the middle of the night. Chris has been wrapped around her little finger since he first heard her heartbeat.

A big smile fell from your face when you heard your daughter screaming and crying in her room. You ran to her and saw a look of fear on her face whenever Chris tried to pick her up. As soon as she notice you she held her arms out for you and wouldn’t stop crying until you picked her up.

“Is she sick,” Chris asked worriedly.

“No she was fine an hour ago,” you said checking her for a fever.

Thinking she was hungry you tried to hand her over to Chris so you could get her a bottle but she wanted nothing to do with him. It was weird seeing how your husband was her favorite. Then it hit you. She doesn’t want Chris because she doesn’t recognize him. She has only ever seen him with his beard. Your husband was standing next to you worried out of his mind while you started laughing.

“Y/n, why are you laughing,” he asked slightly annoyed that you were making a joke of this poss dangerous situation.

“Hunny she’s completely fine. But I’m not the only one who doesn’t like the mustache,” you explained laughing.

Chris didn’t think it was funny. His little girl didn’t recognize him. You could notice the moment he realized he was the reason she was screaming and crying and could swear you heard his heartbreak.

“Hey don’t worry, she’ll get used to it,” you said walking out of the room with your daughter still attached to your hip.

As soon as you walked out of her bedroom her little eyes went searching around the room. “Where daddy,” she asked wiggling out of your arms to go search.

“I'm right here pumpkin,” Chris said kneeling down to look her in the eyes.

“No, dadda hair,” she said touching her chin as to say so her dad has a beard.

“Daddy shaved it, baby, he looks a little silly now,” you explained trying to fix your giant manchild's heart.

“Dadda no hair,” she questioned. She had this look of deep concentration as if trying to understand this stranger was her father. She was drawn out of her cute little train of thought by dodger running down the stairs and licking (d/n)’s face before turning to Chris and knocking him on his ass.

Seeing how dodger was with him helped her connect the dots. Her little face it up and she ran and jumped on Chris’s stomach making him groan in pain.

“Dadda home,” she squealed as she sat on his stomach and started bouncing.

“Yes I am pumpkin,” your husband replied letting out a sigh of relief. She then stared him down as she moved up his chest and placed her little hand on his chin.

“No like daddy,” she said with a very serious tone making you bust out laughing.

“Mommy doesn’t like either,” he said laughing at the seriousness of his 18-month-old.

She looked over to you to get a confirmation that you didn’t like your husband's new look. “Mommy doesn’t like it but I do love daddy. Even when he looks silly,” you said ripping her off Chris and placing her on the ground next to him. She let out a little giggle at the sudden movement and when dodge thought it was playtime and he started licking all over her face.

After the brief playing and a tickle fight ending with your daughter being a trader and teaming up with your husband, the three of you just laid down you on your husband's right side and your daughter on his left.

“Dadda why no hair,” she asked sitting up.

“For work baby,” he explained pushing some of her hair behind her ear.

“Work bad,” she replied crossing her arms with a little pout.

Your husband let out a little laugh and looked over at you. “I wonder where she gets that,” he said kissing your nose.

“I know sweet pea, I’m going to call daddy’s work tomorrow,” you told her ignoring his previous contact.

Chris just laid there watching as his two favorite girls “talked” about grounding his boss and everyone on set. There was no place he would rather be than being harassed by his wife and daughter about his facial hair.

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader

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A Dark Desire

TW: Mention of rape, dirty talk, SMUT

summary: the reader can't help how she feels about Kilgrave. instead of watching him, she decides to have fun with him. The reader knows what he has done but can't control the way he makes her feel.

⚠️DO NOT READ IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!!!!! ⚠️

You and Jessica have been best friends since birth. You were there for her when her family died and there when Trish’s mother was acting crazy. You always had her back. And you didn’t stop trying to help her when she just vanished when she was being controlled by Kilgrave and when she retreated into herself after the accident. Every time Jessica would yell at you to go away you would just tell her to stop being stupid and that you were never leaving her.

She eventually stopped yelling at you whenever you showed up at her front door. Maybe she was finally opening up to you. Thou it was more likely that she got tired of yelling at you and you ignore her. When Kilgrave came back she tried pushing you away again but you swore to her that you were never going to let the creep get her again.

And somehow we ended up here. Kilgrave inside the soundproof box and hooked up to an electroshock button and you on the outside desperately wanting to fuck the man. You felt awful. What kind of friend wants to sleep with the man that kidnapped, tortured, manipulated, and raped your best friend. You tried to lie to Jessica and tell her that you didn’t feel safe in the same room as him even if he couldn’t use his powers but then she looked at you. She had the same look in her eye when the two of you were 12 and had accidentally broken a vase in her house. She was scared too.

“I need you to watch him just for a couple of hours. He can’t get to you or use you. And if you ever feel unsafe just zap his ass,” she said hoping to convince you to stay and watch the person she hated most in the world.

At least until she finds out how you feel about Kevin Thompson. When she left you felt his eye burn on your skin. Just knowing he was looking at you made you wet. ‘This can’t happen you thought. You knew you needed to do something to keep your mind from thinking about him using you in every way imaginable. Of how you wanted to be fucked against the glass or on the floor completely soaked. His hands touched every last inch of your body before his mouth did the same.

Your dark fantasies were interrupted by a soft tapping. Kilgrave was standing by the glass in his dark suit that darkened even more from the water. He was standing there with a smile and he gave a small wave. You tried to ignore him again but he was persistent. He indicated that he wanted to talk to you. Even though you knew it would get you in trouble you turned on his mic.

“Hello, y/n,” he said slowly.

The deepness of his voice was so sweet and sexy it did things to you. You had to clench your legs together to alleviate the pain between your legs. His eyes traveled down and watched as you forced your legs together. You suddenly remembered that the table you were sitting at didn’t have a front and he could see you.

“What’s wrong,” he asked in a teasing manner. He suspected what it was. Kilgrave noticed how you become uncomfortable whenever he was near. But it wasn’t like Jessica or Patsy who hated him and it was like his former victims who feared him. You wanted him. It was strange. You willingly wanted him. No matter how many times he lied to himself about how Jessica wanted him, he knew no one ever acted like that when he walked into the room.

“Shut up,” you responded.

But a small laugh escaped his lips and damn was it the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. The feeling between your legs grew so you tried to close your legs more but there was only so much you could do.

“Fine,” he seceded, “but I am a bit peckish. I would like that burger now please.”

Alarms started to go off in your head. ‘I shouldn’t feed him. He is a monster.’ You thought trying to convince yourself to let him starve. ‘But Jessica needed him alive.’ You realized knowing he needs to eat. ‘If I bring him the food I have to get close to him.’ You thought disgustingly. ‘If I bring him the food I get to get close to him that thought defiantly did not come from your brain.

The thought of being completely vulnerable, susceptible to his ability made your cunt throb. ‘No this can’t happen. I’d rather fuck Jessica’s creepy upstairs neighbor. Oh, wait can’t cause Kilgrave killed him.’ He just sat there watching your inter-battle on what you were about to do. Kilgrave couldn’t deny that you were gorgeous. This whole time he was focused on getting Jessica back but she never acted like that when he spoke or laughed. ‘Have I ever laughed’ he wondered. Kilgrave didn’t know a lot of things but what he did know was that he was hungry, but not for the garbage American burger that was sitting on the table. He was hungry for a real connection, something that y/n could give him. His eyes stayed glued to her legs as they tried to get closer and closer together.

“Fine,” you sighed as you stood up and grabbed the bag. ‘Open the door, toss him the meal, close the door. That's all I have to do.’

You walked over to the entrance of the box Kilgrave was in and opened it. Once you were in the neutral room and closed the door behind, you took a deep breath. Something in you was exciting. Like a dark part of you was waking up. You opened the second door and slightly jumped when you stepped in the water. It's not that it was cold. It was weird given that you were wearing shoes and getting in ankle-deep water.

Kilgrave stood over by the bed and watched you as you locked yourself in the room with him. As soon as the door was secure he stood up and walked slowly toward you. A normal person would be afraid but you weren’t. You were the exact opposite. You had never been this close to him, Jessica would never allow it. Now you could see every detail of his face and god was he hot. He stood directly in front of you. Chests almost touching. You took in another deep breath and held your legs tight together.

‘I need to get out of here right now,’ you thought but your brain didn’t send the message to your legs. That’s because your brain wasn’t in charge at the moment. Neither was your heart. Kilgrave raised his hand and his fingers lightly stroked your right cheek.

“Hello,” he said staring at your face looking for any sign of fear or regret but he found none.

His fingers moved from your cheek to your lips then your neck. Everywhere he touched burned your skin and you didn’t want him to stop. More alarms were going off in your head. ‘It's not too late to leave.’

You noticed how his eye fell to your lips then traveled back up to your eyes. You unconsciously bite your lips causing you to feel his thumb pull your bottom lip free. Your eye moved from his lips over to the table you were safely sitting at 5 minutes ago.

“She won’t be back for hours,” Kilgrave said as his hands found their way to your hips. He pulled you flush against his body.

Your self-control left this room, this city, hell this planet. Your hand grabbed his face and your harshly pressed your lips against his. ‘God this feels amazing.’ His hands squeezed and a moan escaped your lips. At that moment he knew that was his favorite sound. He never wanted to go a single minute without hearing you moan.

You pushed him back to get air but your arms stayed on his body. They traveled down his chest and slowly undid each button. “This doesn’t mean I’m going to help you. You did an awful thing. But god there is something in me that wants to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me,” he said. You ripped his shirt off and got on your knees to undo his zipper and pull his pants down. Just as you were about to free his hard cock he grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you up. “Stop.”

“Which is it Kilgrave. You want me to fuck you or stop,” you asked as you started to undo the buttons on your shirt.

“I don’t want to force you,” he started to stay, “I want this to be real.”

You removed your shirt and your bra. “I hate to say this but I WANT want to fuck you. And God help me would not be against your telling me to do anything.”

That was when all hell broke loose. He pushed you roughly against the cold metal door. Goosebumps covered your bare chest as his mouth attached itself to your neck. Your nails scraped his back as they traveled up and nestled into his short brown hair. A moan escaped his mouth when you gave it a harsh tug.

“Naughty,” he smirked before he picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his lips and both of you moan at the feeling of his cock brushing against your clothed core. He had you pinned against the cold metal as his mouth attacked your left breast and his hand squeezed the other. He rolled your nipped between his finger making you yell out his name.

“Kevin,” he said removing your breast from his mouth. “My name is Kevin.”

There was some drool dripping down the corner of his mouth and god was it so hot. You pulled him close to you and attacked his mouth with yours. His hand released your hardened nipple and tapped your thigh to let you now hold on tight. He placed both of his hands on your ass and carried you over to the bed.

He gently placed you down and his mouth went straight to your right breast. You felt his warm tongue swirl around your nip before he lightly bit it.

“Oh fuck,” you exclaimed as your hands went to his back and roughly scratched it.

Once he finished devouring your breast, he kissed the space between them and then kissed lower and lower all while keeping his eyes on you. His hands started to unbuckle your soaking wet jeans and you lifted your lips to help him remove them. The jeans were tossed to the side and you were defiantly going to hate him for later. His mouth hovered over your clothed cunt but he didn’t move. You could sense his hesitation.

“Hey,” you said grabbing his face and pulling him up so you were at eye level, “I want this. If I want to stop ill say “pineapple” then you stop.”

He kept looking at you then went to finish what he started. Kilgrave’s teeth scraped against your hips as he took your soaked panties off with his teeth. The cold air hitting your overheated cunt causes you to gasp. He picked up your right leg and placed a small kiss on the inside of your ankle and continued kissing up to your leg til his nose brushed against your soaking pussy.

“Kevin, please. Just fuck me,” you cried as your fingers ran through his hair.

“Don’t touch. Keep your hands above your head,” he said in a calm tone.

He was using his powers and he could tell you liked it. You tried to close your legs to alleviate some of the tension as your hands rested above your head.

“Keep your legs open love. That burger smelled like rubbish but this mean smells Devine. Let me eat,” he said before his mouth attached to your aching cunt.

“Shit Kevin,” you yelled. He nipped at the lips before completely devouring your pussy. His tongue lapped up your juices. “Jesus yes Kevin right there.”

“You are the best-tasting thing I have ever had.”

He reattached his mouth to you and ate you like it was his last meal. He didn’t stop till noticed your thighs twitching. “Are you about to cum,” he asked removing his mouth from you.

“I was,” you informed him pissed that he stopped.

He moved up and grabbed your chin before looking you in the eyes and saying, “you cannot cum until I tell you to.”

‘Kevin,” you whined. “That’s not fair.”

“I can stop.”

“No please don’t.”

He returned his head between your thighs and attached his mouth to it again. This time he harshly pushed two fingers into your cunt making you scream. His fingers moved in and out as he ate you. Your stomach started to knot as he increased the speed of his fingers.

“Please Kevin. Can I cum,” you begged him?

“Let me taste you y/n,” he said. The knot in your stomach broke and your orgasm exploded throughout your body. His fingers and mouth didn’t stop, he was fucking you through the intense orgasm. Once it subsided, he sat back and just looked at you. He removed his fingers from you and brought them to your lips.

“Taste how sweet you are,” he told you and you opened your mouth wide.

It was strange to taste yourself but his face when you sucked his fingers was so hot you licked them clean. He removed his fingers then told you she could move. Your hand travels up his arms to his neck and you pulled him against you again.

“Now please don’t make me beg anymore,” you cried against his lips.

“You want me to fuck you like the whore you are,” he asked looking in your eyes.

You nodded your head and whined when you felt him press his still-clothed cock against you. He felt your hands ravel down to his boxers but stopped them. Kevin stood up and pulled his boxers down. Your mouth watered at how big he was.

“I don’t think,” you started to say. He was of average length but his girth was wow.

“You will take every inch of me. And I’m going to fuck you so hard you will forget your name,” he stated as he hovered over you.

Before you could take a breath he harshly entered you. “Oh god, it's too much wait,” you cried. His movements stopped as he looked you in the eyes trying to tell if you wanted him to stop. The two of us gazed into each other's eyes before you gave him a slight nod. “Ok move.”

He pulled out of you before slamming back in. You could feel every inch of him as he pounded in and out. His hands gripped your hips so hard you knew there were going to be bruises there tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking tight” he grunted as he abused your pussy.

He slammed into you harder and faster chasing his pleasure. But he could feel your walls clench around him. He knew how close you were to cuming. His left hand traveled down your body and started to rub your cunt. Kevin’s head rested on your shoulder and his lips grazed your ear. “Cum for me. Milk my cock,” he ordered.

His hand worked faster matched the speed he was thrusting into you. The knot in your stomach was forming and then it was snapping. He continued to fuck you through your 2nd orgasm. His thrust started to get slow and sloppy. You could feel he was about to cum from the way his muscles contracted when you ran your hands down his back and squeezed his ass. He started to pull out but you wrapped your legs around his waist and held him firmly inside you.

“Cum in me Kevin,” you whispered as you pushed a fallen piece of hair out of his face.

He pressed his forehead to yours and he thrust into you two more times before emptying his load into your abused, smoked pussy. When he pulled himself out of you he just stared at your cunt and watched his seed drip out your hole down your ass and onto his bed. You held your breath when he took two fingers and scooped up the mess and put the fingers in his mouth.

“We are not done. Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered after removing his fingers.

You did what he asked. He laid his chest against your back and licked from the nape of your neck to your left ear and bites it. “I don’t want to hear anything but those sweet moans. Do not talk.”

With that command, he grabbed his cock and plunged into you. A moan slipped from your mouth from the blissful feeling of being full. His hands found their place back on your hips as he steamed himself and start pounding into your with no remorse. He was hitting that perfect spot over and over again but you could talk and tell him to keep going. But you figured he got the message when the next time he hit the sponge spot an almost pornographic moan fell from your lips.

Kevin stop his thrust when the moan fell from your throat which made you cry out. His hand trailed up your back and into your hair. With a firm grasp, he pulled you against his chest and he wrapped his right hand around your throat. “You liked that. Me using you like the dirty slut you are.”

You nodded your head and he firmly grabbed your chin. He turned your head towards him and he gently pressed his lips against yours. The gentleness threw you off but god was it hot. He drew out another moan from you before you returned his hand to our neck and continued to fuck you. Kevin thrust his dick up into you and you swore he was hitting your cervix. The speed and intensity increased so he forced your face into the crappy mattress. His hand was between your shoulder blades and no matter how hard your squirms he held you down.

“You want you cum,” he asked as his other hand started rubbing tight circles on your cunt.

You eagerly nodded your head as he continued to split you in two. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. “What would Jessica think if she knew how much of a whore you are for my cock.”

The dirty and taboo-ness of the act and the intensity of his thrust were enough to push you over the edge but right before you did your body stopped. He hadn’t permitted you yet and your body wouldn’t let you cum. The pain suffocated you. You couldn’t ask him to cum either. He just kept pounding into you over and over again. The pain of not being able to cum was overwhelming. Tears started to fall from your eyes.

“Aw do you want to cum,” he asked whipping the tears away.

You nodded your head but it wasn’t good enough for him.

“Tell me how much you want to cum.”

“Oh god please Kevin. It hurts. I can’t hold it anymore,” you cried while he was still pounding away.

“Go ahead show me how good I make you feel,” he answered somehow going even harder and faster.

“FUCK KEVIN,” you screamed when you finally came. Tears still fell from your eyes cause he was still going chasing his release. Kevin ignored your cry of how you were oversensitive. After five more thrusts, he slammed his cock into your throbbing pussy and held you so close to him you could tell where you ended and he began.

“Need to keep my cum in there. Warm you up.” He said once he collapsed onto of you.

You guys just laid there for a couple of minutes till you felt him start moving again. Your hands went behind you to stop him but he grabbed your wrist.

“I can Kevin it hurts,” you cried and he slowly pulled out of your aching cunt.

“Can you feel your legs,” he asked as his hands ran over your ass and down your left thigh.

“Yes,” you informed him.

“Then we are not done. Can my good girl give me one more,” he asked not wanting to use you past your limit.

You had no words so you just nodded your head. He stood up and held his hand out for you. Confused but intrigued you gave him your hand and he just lead you over to the glass. “Now I'm going to try and not fuck you so hard that we break this glass. Your dripping cunt will be on full display for anyone who decides to make an unexpected visit,” he said as he slowly slid into the fully stretched and fucked cunt. “If someone comes by we are going to show them how you are mine. How you willingly let me use you like my cum slut.”

He let out a gasp when he fell you squeeze him. You love the dirty words he whispered to you. Kevin kissed your neck and bite and sucked till there was a huge mark right where your neck meets your shoulder. His tongue soothed the bite but the tenderness stopped when he rammed into you. The sound that came from where the two of you connected was the best in the world. Kevin forced your face into the glass and he drove himself balls deep into you. He was thrusting so hard the glass started to shake.

“Looks like we might break the glass, then I can take you someone nicer and takes my sweet time with this brilliant cunt.”

“Right there don’t stop Kev, never stop,” you cried and he repetitively hit your g spot.

“I don’t plan on stopping y/n. This is my cunt. Once I get out of here I'm going to take you far away and I'm going to live in that sweet pussy,” he replied as he raised his right leg to get deeper.

Your 4th orgasm was already building and he could tell. Kevin started slowing his thrust down but increased the intensity. It was too much. “Please let me cum,” you asked when the please got too much.

“Go ahead love let go,” he said as his thrust became sloppy.

When the knot in your stomach broke this time you screamed “Pineapple, shit no more I can’t.”

Kevin pulled out of you quickly and forced you to your knees. He took his cock in his hands and kept stroking it with both of your cums on it. “Open up love I'm coming in you either way.”

You opened your mouth as he shot his load all over your tongue. Kevin fell to his knees in front of you and the two of you just laid on the floor. The water washed the excess cum off your oversensitive cunt.

“Are you okay,” Kevin asked turning over to look at you.

“I’m perfect. I never thought it would be this amazing,” she replied reassuring him she was fine.

They just laid there till y/n heard her phone ring. She was too fucked out to get up so she yelled for Siri to answer it.

“Hey y/n, I'm on my way back. You don’t have to be with the fucker for much longer. I'm ten minutes away,” Jessica said through the speaker.

‘Shit’ you thought sitting up ignoring the pain between your legs. “Ok jess see you.”

Jessica hung up and you quickly stood up to get dressed. Kevin was still laying in the water completely naked. You kicked his thigh and told him to get dressed.

“Why would I do that,” he asked sitting up.

“Well if Jessica finds out she is going to think you mind-controlled me into sleeping with you and will never let me come back here. So if you want this to happen again no one can know,” you explained as your searched the room for your clothes.

“Fine,” he replied as he stood up and helped you get dressed.

After you were both fully dressed you ran out of the room and sat at the desk and pretended to be on your phone. Jessica walked in 2 minutes after you sat down and walked over to you to make sure you were fine.

“Y/n, why are your clothes soaking wet,” she asked knowing you went inside the booth.

“I went to feed him and may have fallen in those stupid heels,” you lied showing her the shoed tossed to the side.

“You went in there. Y/n that was incredibly stupid.”

“I'm fine jess. He was sleeping when I went it.”

Jessica nodded as to say ‘ok as long as your fine’. She walked over to the glass as if to check that he was still secure. You were packing up to leave when Jessica was standing by the video camera. “Shit, I forgot to stop recording now I have to watch through hours of nothing to get the stuff I need.”

You stopped cold in your tracks. The camera was on. It got. EVERYTHING. Jessica was about to his the rewind button but Kevin knocked on the glass and interrupted her.

“Jessica, let me out,” he stated.

“Yeah ill let you out after you confess to everything your made people do,” Jessica replied loudly.

While she was distracted you grabbed the sim card from the camera. “Hey, jess ill go through this for you ok. And I'll have Trish bring a new one over,” you informed her as you were leaving.

“Thanks y/n. I'm sorry you’re involved in this. I don’t say this enough but your a great friend.”

“Awe I love you too Jessica. I'll see you tomorrow and ill give this back with the stuff you need,” you replied trying to hide your guilt.

Jessica nodded her head and sat down reading police files while ignoring Kevin. You just betrayed your best friend for dick. Albeit it was amazing and the best fuck you had but still. For now, you have to pretend it never happened and for that to work, you need to ease the sex tape you just accidentally made.

#kilgrave imagine #kilgrave #kilgrave x reader #dark fic

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Lovesick

Summary: Jack goes to Sam and Dean because he has been feeling sick. after describing his symptoms and explaining how it happens around y/n. Sam explains that it's because he less Y/n. Dean is not very happy about this development because she is his little sister.

word count: 3k+

Y/n was sitting in the library finally having time to relax and read for fun. For the past 3 months, all y/n could read was lore and death and it wasn’t the fun kind. Everything was all too real cause the vampires in the books she was reading for hunting were sexy and would die for her.

And since her brothers were out doing stupid sam and dean things so she could read her fantasy romance without judgment from her overbearing brothers. She was so entranced by the book that she didn’t notice Jack walk in and sit next to her.

“Hello Y/n,” Jack said and tilted his head to read the title of the book when she didn’t reply to him.

Now it was Jack’s turn to be so focused on reading the synopsis on the back that he didn’t notice y/n watch him investigate the book. She quickly closed it making Jack jump. His eye met hers and then that strange feeling Jack would get all the time grew stronger. Y/n’s face lit up. Her nose scrunched up and her eyes closed so tight three little lines showed up. Her cheeks slightly turned red.

“I'm sorry Jack I didn’t mean to scare you,” y/n explained as she put the book down.

“What are you reading. Is it a new lore book on vampires,” Jack asked picking up the book and looking at the cover more? It was a tall man with black hair red eyes holding a girl with blonde hair and he had his mouth hovering over her neck as he looked straight ahead almost like he was staring at Jack.

“No Jack, it's a romance novel,” she explained taking the book back. “Do me a favor and don’t tell sam and dean. I'm tired of them teasing and judging me for my books.”

Jack nodded his head as he agreed to keep the secret but he honestly wasn’t paying attention. His focus honed in on how close y/n’s hand was to his. The feeling in his stomach got worse. It almost felt like he had to throw up. Y/n got up from the table and went to go to put her contraband back in her room. Just as she left the brothers came back from whatever they were doing.

“Hey, Jack, where’s y/n. We got food,” Sam asked as he tossed three grease-covered bags and two salads on the table.

Jack sat there in silence till the strange feeling in his stomach went away. Just as he was about to come back to reality, Dean slapped him on the back. “Earth to Jack. Where is y/n?”

“She is in her room,” Jack replied going through the bags and grabbing a burger.

Just then y/n walked back into the room but she had changed into her PJs. Instead of the jeans and a plaid shirt, she was wearing a tank top and PJ shorts. The strange feeling came again. He suddenly felt very hot and just couldn’t sit still. But this time he wasn’t nauseous, he was starving. The more he ate the better he felt. The sweat he was feeling on his hands was masked with the grease and his heart stopped beating so fast.

Fear swept over Jack. Was he sick again? He still had his powers so he couldn’t be sick. But he never felt this way before. He hoped that if he was sick it was a short-lived sickness that his angel half-healed.

“Family hunt” y/n cheered in the back of the impala.

Sam, Dean, Jack, and even Cas were going to deal with a haunted house in the spooky town of New Orleans.

Cas wasn’t in the impala. He said he had to deal with angel business and would meet them in New Orleans. Y/n sat behind sam and looked out the window and watch the world pass her. Jack sat behind Dean and did the same. When he wasn’t mentally in the car he felt fine. But there was this weird feeling in the air that surrounded Jack.

“Work first then fun,” Sam said looking over to Dean then making eye contact with y/n as he turned to face her.

“Hey I’m responsible, more than the both of you and the two angels,” y/n said kicking the back of Sam’s seat which earned her a death glare from Dean.

The trip from the bunker to New Orleans was around 14 hours so after driving 7 hours Dean pulled into a motel that looked too gross even for roaches and got a room.

“Come on Dean. I'm not a child I deserve my own room,” y/n whined as he walked out of the office holding only two room keys.

“Not happening little sister. Not with all the monsters in the world.”

“Well big brother. YOU personally taught me what to do and how to kill those monsters.”

“Still a no now go grab a bed while I rock paper scissors, Sammy, for the other.”

She rolled her eyes as she grabbed her bag out of the trunk and threw Jack his bag. The two of them walked into the motel and she placed her things on the bed closest to the a/c unit.

“Hey you ok if I shower first,” she asked Jack as he looked around the room and sat on the bed y/n claimed as hers.

“No,” he replied swallowing a lump in his throat.

She grabbed some clothes and went to take a shower in the surprisingly clean bathroom. Once she finished, y/n realized that she forgot to grab her underwear so she wrapped herself in the terrible scratchy towel and walked out to grab what she needed.

“Oh gross,” Dean yelled covering his eyes like he was a little kid that just watch his parents kiss or worse.

“Grow up Dean, I forgot something, and sadly I’ve seen you in a towel,” she replied then shivered, “ and even less. I may sell my soul to Crowley to get the image permanently out of my head.”

Sam laughed at his sibling antics while Jack started to get the strange feeling in the stomach again. His hands were sweaty and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable with the Winchesters. Dean looked over at Jack and noticed how weird he was acting.

“Kid you okay,” Dean asked slightly worried.

“Yeah I’m fine,” Jack lied partly because he didn’t know what was wrong with him and partly because he knew if they knew he wasn’t feeling well they would make him sit the hunt out.

Dean let the topic go when y/n came out of the bathroom, this time fully clothed. She threw her dirty clothes into a pile by her bag and jumped on her bed. Later that night while y/n slept on her bed, Sam slept on the other bed, and dean slept on the couch, Jack sat in the chair at the desk. He tried to sleep not that he needed to, but he couldn’t. For some reason, Jack could feel everything in the motel room. He could feel every atom, every molecule that was in his immediate area.

Maybe he was sick. Maybe he was dying again. But this feeling was different from how he felt after Lucifer stole his grace. That was a cold feeling this was warm. It's almost like it was a good thing but how can feeling weird be a good thing.

Cas had finally shown upright as everyone else checked into the motel in New Orleans. Sam and y/n went to the police station to talk to the officers while Dean, Cas, and Jack went to speak to the victim’s family.

Cas had noticed that Jack seemed a bit off but when Cas asked Jack about it he lied. Jack never liked lying to Cas. He thought of Castiel as his father, but he didn’t want to worry Cas like he did when he almost died. So Jack keeps the secret from everyone. Even y/n his best friend.

According to the lore of the town, the house belonged to Evangeline Wilkson and her husband Gerald Wilkson back in the 1930s. Their next-door neighbor and Evangeline fell in love and they ran away together. But some people say he killed his wife and her lover, buried their bodies under the foundation of the house in the living room (ironic) then killed himself. The story is that you can still hear Gerald yelling and Evangeline and her lover screaming for help. Gerald kills the people in the house because he believes they are his wife and the neighbor.

As soon as they entered the house the temperature dropped 30 degrees. A young lady’s ghost appeared and blocked their way. ‘Please save yourself’ the ghost cried as she kept looking over her shoulder. A young male ghost appeared and grabbed the girl's wrist. ‘He’s coming. We have to go Evie’ the male ghost whispered and they disappeared.

That’s when a giant burly man can rushing down the hallway and slammed dean into the wall. He looked over at y/n and yelled ‘Evangeline you will not leave me.’ He then looked over at Jack and got so mad that black ooze started coming out of the wall. Gerald started running towards Jack but Sam shot him with rock salt. Dean was fine but really pissed about getting knocked off his ass.

Gerald reappears and was about to slam into Jack but y/n grabbed his hand and pulled him out of harm's way. Jack quickly let go cause his hands were sweating and his stomach was acting up again. He then grabbed a shotgun and went to point it at Gerald but he was gone again.

Jack turned around and saw the man appear behind y/n and wrap his arms around her. Before he could shoot him they disappeared. Suddenly Jack couldn’t breathe. He was sick. He was dying. He knew it. Jack couldn’t move. He could speak. He could hear. Something was defiantly wrong. He came too when Dean stood directly in front of him a yelled ‘Where is y/n’.

“He took her,” he whispered.

Sam saw how weird he was acting and knew something was up. But now he wasn’t going to ignore it. He was going to put a pin in the conversation until he got his little sister back. While Cas and Jack went searching for y/n, Dean and Sam went looking for something to burn so they can kill Gerald. Again. Dean was on a one-track mind while sam kept a level head. He knew they needed you because even though sam was pre-law and dean was born to hunt, y/n were the brains of the operation. She always got them out of difficult situations and could always solve the problems they couldn’t. So logically the only person who could save y/n was y/n. Sam took a deep breath and put himself in her shoes. He needed to think like her.

Usually, during this part, y/n would take her time to admire all the photos in the house, so that’s what sam did. He looked at each and every photo and suddenly he noticed something.

“Dean, look at this,” Sam called out.

“Sam, if it's not y/n safe or the fuckers body for me to burn I don’t care.”

“Dean just look.”

Sam noticed that in all the pictures of Gerald he was wearing dog tags until he got married. Then his wife started wearing them. Those had to be the item they needed to burn to get rid of Gerald. Now all they had to do is find Evangeline’s body. If the lore is correct she is buried in the living room. The brothers hurried to where they believed the bodies to be. The brothers started to break the floors and pull up the floorboards. There they were, Evangeline and her lover.

Once Dean saw the necklace around the decomposing body he quickly started to pour salt on the body, a bit of lighter fluid, and then threw the ignited lighter. The bodies and the dog tags started to melt. The young lovers appeared and thanks to the boys. Right before they burned away the woman told the brothers that y/n needed them.

The brother ran through the house yelling for their little sister. They finally found her in the attic. She was lying on the floor unconscious but alive. Jack sat next to her while Cas explained that she was fine. Sam unconsciously checked if she had a pulse then picked her up to bring her to the impala. Team free will didn’t waste time on getting back to the bunker. They only stopped to grab their stuff out of the motel and to fill up but besides that BABY stayed in motion for all 14 hours.

Y/n didn’t walk up the entire ride. She did open her eyes almost as soon as Dean placed her in her bed. Dean let out a sigh of relief as soon as he saw her (e/c) eyes.

“You scared me, kid,” he informed her as he pulled the blankets up to her chin.

“How long was I out,” she asked placing her hand on her head trying to alleviate the tiny construction workers in it.

“The entire ride home.”

Sam walked in with painkillers and a glass of water. A smile appeared on his face and he placed the items on her nightstand.

“Thank chuck. I was worried it would be just me and this idiot.”

“Bitch,” Dean replied.

“Jerk.”

“Losers,” y/n replied as she sat up to take the medicine.

Dean patted her leg and got up to make her something to eat. Sam soon followed after she took the pills and checked once more that she was ok. When they arrived in the kitchen Jack was sitting at the table tapping the table and tapping his foot like crazy.

“Ok Jack what’s wrong,” Sam asked sitting across from the young Nephilim.

“I’m sick,” he whispered.

“What do you mean,” Dean asked once jack had his full attention.

“I've been feeling weird for a while now. I didn’t want to tell you guys cause you would make me sit out on the hunts but I felt really bad on this one.”

“Sick how, you still have your grace right,” Dean asked him.

“Yeah but I get this weird feeling in my stomach, I feel hot sometimes, my hands sweat, my heart races, and I get these weird tingly sensations all over.”

Sam smiled and looked at Dean but his older brother still had a confused look on his face. He didn’t understand what Jack was explaining.

“Do you feel that way right now,” sam asked.

“No, I felt it in the house, in the car, in the motel room, and in the right before we left for the hunt, in the bunker. I’ve felt it for a long time but it's gotten worse in the past week, Jack explained.

“Maybe you were cursed. Do you remember seeing anything out of the ordinary,” Dean asked still on the theory that there is something wrong with Jack.

“No in the bunker it was just me and y/n. In the car, it was you and sam in the front and me and y/n in the back. In the motel, it was just me and y/n and in the house, it got really worse after y/n disappeared. Can someone be allergic to another person,” Jack asked worried that he was somehow allergic to his best friend.

“Jack you’re not sick,” Sam laughed as he got up.

“No,” Dean firmly said after finally understanding what was going on.

“Then what’s wrong with me,” Jack asked worriedly and he got up and walked over to Sam.

“Nothing,” Dean admitted begrudgingly.

“Jack, you’re in love,” Sam explained to the confused kid.

“What.”

“You love y/n.”

“No, not happening,” dean angry said opening the fridge to grab a beer.

“Yeah she’s my best friend,” Jack answered not understanding what Sam was saying.

“You start feeling weird around her but you never want to leave her side. You always want to make sure she is happy and safe. When you hold her hand or she hugs you you feel all warm inside. You’re in love with her,” sam fully explained.

“Where did you get that your diary,” Dean teased after taking a huge sip of his beer.

“In love with who,” y/n asked walking into the kitchen looking for the food dean promised her. “Jack can you get rid of this headache the meds aren’t working.”

“Yeah,” Jack said walking over to y/n and placing a hand on each side of her face.

Once she was healed Jack let go of her face and wiped his hands on his pants to get the sweat off.

“So who’s in love,” y/n asked once she was sure her headache was gone.

“Sam says I’m in love with you,” Jack answered.

“Are you,” y/n asked turning to face Jack.

“If it’s what Sam described, then I think so. Yes.”

“No, my little sister is not dating the anti-christ,” he exclaimed.

“Dean, Jack he doesn’t mean it,” Sam exclaimed after glaring at Dean.

Y/n scoffed and grabbed Jack’s hand and brought him to the garage to get away from Dean.

“You think you love me,” she asked Jack once she felt like they were a safe distance from Dean and his overprotective attitude.

“Yes but I know I like you.”

“I like you too Jack,” y/n replied kissing his cheek.

“What about Dean.”

“He’s just being stupid and overprotective. And when have I ever listened to that oaf.”

Sam was able to talk some sense into Dean so the two of them were going to find the kids and apologize. They finally found them in “Dean’s man cave” sitting together on the couch watching a movie.

As Dean watched his little sister and the angel boy, he started to realize that he was being way too overprotective. Jack is a good kid. He would do anything to keep y/n safe. At that moment he decided to not stand in their way but he was going to tease the hell out of them.

#supernatural imagine #jack kline imagine #jack kline x reader

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