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Chiquita | Ch. 19

Chapter 18

“Ay, Nevada!” Mariana complained as she crossed the threshold of Nevada’s apartment. “Por favor, I’m fine. We’re fine.”

It’d been agonizing days of recovery at the hospital, but once Mariana had been able to swallow without discomfort and properly digest her food without regurgitating thanks to Ricky’s work and that of the breathing tube, they’d released her and her baby. Yet, the minute Nevada had heard of Mariana’s release, he’d become stricter than he ever had been before.

Nina, Sofía, and Jess had yet to see Mariana. It had been her wish to remain unseen by them and anyone who came looking for her. She had no say in whom saw her son, but according to Nevada, only Nina and Jessica had been the ones who’d kept the baby company whenever he wasn’t with Nevada and her.

Nevada had grown accustomed to not only doing almost everything for her in the duration of her hospital stay, but of making sure she was not over-straining herself when it came to their son, but as soon as the doctor had signed the discharge orders, Mariana had thrown caution to the wind and had done whatever she’d pleased in the coming hours before they’d settle everything with Matías’ doctors.

“Mari,” Nevada huffed. “Chica, por favor,” he begged, taking a step towards her as she limped towards the couch.

“I’ve been bedridden for two weeks, I’ve missed precious, precious time with our son, and all I want is to take a shower and then sit in the tub with Matías,” she smiled, taking a seat on the couch.

He smirked, sitting besides her, “¿Y yo?”

“Y, ¿tú qué?” she bit her lip, looking up at him with coquettish eyes.

“Am I invited to sit in the tub, too?” Mariana shook her head, leaning back against the couch’s back and adjusting Matías across her front. “Why not?” she shrugged with an impish smile, running her hand down the small expanse of Matías’ back. “Chiquita,” Nevada scoffed with a smile.

He looked up at her with his green smolder, relaxing his body in the flirtatious banter they’d set, and when her response didn’t come he leaned in for a kiss, only to find her tipping her chin and his lips landing next to her nose.

“Vada,” she said in a breathy whisper. “Papi, I want nothing more than to kiss you like I know you want to kiss me, but,” she sighed, looking up at Nevada through her lashes, “I feel disgusting.”

Nevada hummed, giving a slight nod. “Bueno,” he begun, “you go do that, and papito and I will stay here and… do some work, and when you’re ready for him, me gritas, and I’ll bring him in.”

Mariana nodded, allowing Nevada to take his son from her chest.

Initially, the nurses at the hospital had bundled him incredibly well, but in true Ramirez fashion, he’d become fussy and impatient and it hadn’t been until Nevada had loosened the swaddle that he’d calmed. Mariana had smiled at him, grateful that even after everything they’d been through, Nevada had found his true fatherly nature. He’d helped Mariana up to the SUV and had waited until she’d tied Matías in the car seat to order Miguel along.

The drive from Union City to the Heights had been one filled with silence and quiet mumbles from Nevada and Miguel. She could appreciate that the both were being mindful of her lack of sleep, but most importantly, the slumber of the newborn by her side.

She stared at Nevada and how careful he was with the baby. He’d leaned back, propped his feet on the coffee table, and allowed for the baby to continue his slumber upon his chest. As he scrolled through his cellphone, he tipped his chin, placing the tip of his nose to the crown of the baby’s head, and puckered his lips to press a kiss to his soft locks.

She sighed, smiling to Nevada’s profile. He’d fallen in love with his son and when in his arms, it was like the entire surroundings would disappear and he only lived to protect him.

She stood, glancing once more over her shoulder just to catch the sweetest moment she’d ever seen: Nevada humming a soft lullaby to his son. She slowly walked towards the en suite, forgetting to grab clean clothes. For a little over a month, she hadn’t known what a shower felt like, she could feel the excitement coursing through her just as she saw the steam fill the air around her. Mariana stepped in, toes curling against the ceramic floor.

The feel of the steamy water calmed her and she leaned into the sensation washing over her; taking her mind off of things. The water poured down her sides, sluicing off her bruised skin, and she sighed, enjoying the feeling of it on her body. She tipped her head back, allowing the water to coat her grown mane. It wasn’t until she ran her fingers through her scalp, feeling the stitching of the gash at the back of her head, that she realized the severity of everything that had happened to her in the last month and a half.

She’d lived with the monster that was Ricardo for a couple of years, and for three years she’d been able to avoid the horrible clutches of domestic abuse, but they’d still taken a toll on her mental state. Now, she had to think about her son. She would lean into Nevada and his support. She couldn’t allow herself to sink into the deep abyss that were the clutches of the human mind, she needed to be strong… for her son.

But, she also understood that in order to be strong for her son, she needed to be strong herself. She sighed, opening her eyes to stare at the bright ceiling of Nevada’s bathroom, bathing her skin, and taking notice of the bruises scattered on her skin. Every mark had a story and a reason for being on her body. If it wasn’t caused by hospital equipment, Ricky and his mean streak had caused it. She made sure to lather herself thoroughly, enjoying the suds and the feeling of being clean and taking time to brush her teeth.

The doctor had advised against washing her hair for the time being until the stitches had come off, but he’d allowed for her to wet it and apply product to the hair as opposed to the scalp. Once done with her shower, she’d wrapped herself in Nevada’s towel, filling the tub with hot water, essential oils, and oat milk soap for both the baby and her.

She was almost ready to call Nevada when he entered with a crying baby, startling Mariana in her quiet reverie. Nevada noticed and he grimaced, “Ay, mami…”

Mariana smiled, shaking her head, “No, don’t apologize.”

He sighed. “Someone’s ready to eat,” he said, bouncing the baby in his arms. “You almost done?” she nodded, walking towards him and placing a kiss to his lips.

Nevada hummed, smirking at her willingness. “Here, I’ll check on the water,” he handed the baby to Mariana, placing a kiss to his head as he did so.

“Ya, mi amor,” she soothed in a mellow voice. “Papi’s almost done with the water.”

Nevada hummed again; shaking his hand above the water he’d been testing, and nodded. He turned the faucet off, standing with a slight protest of his knees to find Mariana sitting on the toilet’s top lid with Matías waving his little arms and fists in the air, exercising his lungs in a powerful cry as she divested him of his onesie, socks, and diaper.

His skin sprouted in gooseflesh and Mariana giggled, coming to a stand, and expertly handling the crying baby as she divested herself of the towel surrounding her body. Nevada took a step forward, taking his son in his hands as Mariana stepped in and lowered herself in the tub. She hissed, hinting at the warmth of the water against her slightly cold skin.

“Too hot?” she shook her head.

She raised her arms, wiping her chest with the towel she’d just removed from her body just so that Matías could latch successfully. Nevada handed Matías to Mariana, and she cooed at him softly, watching as Matías shook his head to find his mother’s nipple and latch.

“Ya, corazón,” Mariana said with a smile, wetting his soft locks.

Minutes ticked on by before Nevada gathered his bravado. “How—How are you feeling?”

Mariana looked up from her son’s face, sighing softly as she gathered the baby against her chest to burp him. Matías’ head faced Nevada, and as Mariana patted his back in rapid succession, the baby nuzzled into his mother’s skin, keeping his eyes open. She ignored the question for the time being, listening to Matías’s soft coos and low-pitched contented sounds.

He burped, causing Nevada to chuckle. Mariana positioned him once more to suckle, scooping water with her hand to bathe the newborn.

“Chiquita…”

She nodded, turning her head, “Be honest with me. Do you want the real truth or some watered-down version of it?”

Nevada set his jaw, giving a quick glance to Matías and his movements. “I would hope you’d give me the real one,” he said evenly.

“I am happy,” she said with a nod, shifting in the water. “But, I am scared, too. I’m relieved to be here with you and our son, Nevada, but…” she sighed, feeling her chin tremble, “I almost—”

“No, no,” he quickly interrupted. “No, we’re not going to think that way, Mari. You’re here, you’re safe, and you have our son in your hands, mami. Don’t—Don’t allow that… motherfucker to steal this.”

“Vada—”

“Qué no, ¡coño! You’ve beat him before, you’re going to again.”

She hissed, glancing down at her son. She saw Nevada move and she shook her head, “I’m fine, just a little sore,” she tittered. “Where is he?”

“Chiquita—”

“Nevada,” she warned sternly. “What did you do?”

He couldn’t help his smirk and he shook his head. “Nada,” he bit his lip, looking up at Mariana. He wouldn’t bother her with what he had… or hadn’t done with Ricky. That was his problem now, and he would handle it as he saw fit.

She narrowed her eyes at him. She knew to expect pushback and for the time being, she’d allow it, but there needed to come a moment where she’d make sure to know what had happened with Ricky.

She focused on the way Nevada’s finger trailed her soapy skin and the look of utter love in his eyes. She’d made him a father and if being around him and Sofía was any indication of his devotion as a parent, she was most excited to see him be a father to their son.

At the hospital, she’d enjoyed time with her son, but everything had a time stamp. Matías could only be with her in her room for two hours before the NICU nurses came in wanting to take him away. His heart rate had improved exponentially, but they wanted to make sure that it was just a mild complication instead of a life altering one. The last thing she wanted was to prevent the medical staff from doing what they needed to do in order to ensure her son’s safety. Yet, she found herself yearning for him the second he was away, and it wasn’t until she threw a fit with Nevada that they finally moved her from the intensive care unit to a room in the maternity ward.

She’d avoided Nevada’s question. She’d been truthful to some extent, but she hadn’t told him about the nightmares and sleepless nights. Not because Matías wasn’t sleeping well, but because all she could see whenever she closed her eyes was the vivid memory of the container turned prison in the shipping yards. Whatever Nevada had done or was doing with Ricky, he deserved, and she hoped he’d suffer the same amount if not more than she had.

“I scheduled an appointment at the dentist tomorrow,” she said quietly, smiling at her newborn son.

Nevada sighed, clearly annoyed at what she’d said. “Mariana—”

“Nevada, what is your problem? Are you planning on keeping me cooped up in here?”

“Well… I just might. Papito cannot be going outside—el sereno me lo va a enfermar.”

Mariana rolled her eyes, “How long is that excuse going to last for?”

“Can’t the appointment wait another week, at least?” he bargained.

“No,” she shook her head. “I’m going tomorrow to the dentist.”

“Fine,” he surrendered, knowing he wouldn’t win this one. “Drop him off at the club—”

“Ha!” she shouted, allowing the outburst to turn into laughter as she adjusted her son on her chest. “That’s funny. In your fucking dreams. I already asked Jess to come with me.”

He hummed, ready to fuss at her once more. “What happened to ‘no quiero que nadie me vea’?” he faked mocked.

She shrugged. “At my discretion…” she smirked, side-eyeing him. “I’m swinging by Nina’s, too,” she saw as he got ready to protest and she beat him to the punch. “Don’t even. I’m going and that’s that.”

“Take Miguel.”

“No.”

He hung his head, what exactly was he paying for when God decided to put her in his path?

The debate had been that she did not want protection, but the second he’d forced her into it, she’d wanted Miguel. It’s how she’d end up with Dylan in the first place, but now that he was more than willing to surrender Miguel for her and her safety—their safety, she didn’t want him.

“No me mires así,” she softly offered. “You’re only offering Miguel because I was right all along and you’re feeling guilty. Do not pity me. From anyone else, sure, I’ll take it ‘cause they don’t know better, but I will not tolerate you treating me any different,” she brought her hand out of the water and pressed it to his beard, feeling the weight of his head against her palm. “I’ll be fine, I promise. And, if I need help or I’m feeling tired, I will personally call Miguel and guilt him into coming to my rescue,” she finished with a smile.

“Ay, Chiquita…” he sighed, looking into her eyes. “Fine, but just know I still have eyes everywhere.”

“Mari, look at him!” Jess fawned for the countless time since leaving the dentist’s appointment.

Now, they were walking side by side. Jess wore the baby and Mariana carried her new accessory turned purse: Matías’ diaper bag. They walked at a leisure pace down the block of Mariana’s dentist. In her mouth she still housed some cotton balls that she needed to take out as soon as she got to Nevada’s.

Mariana smiled at the genuine love she saw in Jess’ eyes. Her son had his head tipped back, his mouth open as he slept.

“Mouth breathers are the worst, Matty,” Jess tittered, bringing her thumb to Matías chin, pushing on his jaw until his mouth was closed and she heard him sigh through his nose. “Much better,” she placated, glancing at Mariana.

She’d felt Mariana’s eyes on her profile, but when she glanced at her walking companion, her eyes were fixed on every step they took. She watched Mariana, gauging how to further proceed when Mariana looked up.

“What?” she said, muffled.

“How are you feeling, Mari? The truth.”

Mariana sighed, shaking her head. “I’m happy,” Mariana admitted, swallowing around the cotton in her mouth. “I’m angry. I’m scared. I’m relieved…”

“Where’s that piece of shit, anyways?”

Mariana shrugged, “Nevada won’t tell me.”

Jessica hummed, but did not press the issue. She knew better than to even think about questioning Nevada’s choices. Mariana was the only one that got away with it, and that was because she was not scared of Nevada. She didn’t fear the repercussions, but everyone else did.

“You know,” Mariana continued, breaking the tense silence between them, “there were days where I would wake up in the hospital and my first thought was of Ricky. If he was alive or dead, and if he was alive, what were his injuries? Was he in the same hospital as I was? Were the police with him? What had Nevada done to him after I loss consciousness. Had he killed Ricky? Had Miguel? If Ricky was dead, then what happened to his body? Had the news covered the story?” she paused, reaching into her mouth to remove the cotton tucked between her cheeks. She made a tasteless sound, bringing the back of her free hand to her mouth before Jess scolded her.

“Don’t!”

“Why?” Mariana looked at Jess with teary eyes. “Why do I care about him?”

Jess frowned, sifting through her words in order to properly formulate her response.

There were several people in the world that could render Jess speechless, Mariana being one of them. She looked away, too much pain in Mariana’s eyes made her uneasy. She couldn’t lie to her if she looked at her, she couldn’t properly comfort Mariana either if she knew there would be a rebuttal.

“Mari,” Jess sighed, shaking her head and closing her eyes at Mariana’s soft whimper. She could feel her chin begin to tremble and she cleared her throat, distracting herself from the emotions… from the truth.

“I still love him, don’t I?”

“Mari…”

“Stop… saying my name!” she came to a stop, disentangling her arm from Jess’.

“I—”

“Just… give me my kid,” she grumbled, tugging at the knot that held the fabric in place at Jess’ natural waist. Jess went to protest, but Mariana already had Matías in her arms, tugging at the fabric with her free hand as she made a quick getaway.

Jessica stood rooted to her spot. She’d literally said nothing to Mariana, nothing to upset her to such extent.

She understood that Mariana needed time. Time to heal and come to understand that Ricky was not a threat any longer. Regardless of what Nevada had or hadn’t done to him. Mariana was safe now. Matías was safe. But, Jess could see that inner turmoil in her eyes. It’d been the same way when she’d started at the school almost four years back. Mariana needed time, more than before, because now she was caring for her child, who needed her more than anything.

Jess watched Mariana power walk down the sidewalk, the fabric of the wrap caught in the wind behind her like a superhero’s cape. She didn’t follow her, she allowed her her space. Jess just hoped she’d remain safe.

Matías had barely stirred with the jostle of the transfer, and Mariana had ducked into one of those fancy Midtown coffee shops and into their restroom in order to both change Matías’ diaper and redo the wrap around her body. The whole thing had taken ten minutes, and she hadn’t left without purchasing some herbal tea to soothe her still aching throat and out of whack nerves.

The afternoon wind picked up, making her shiver, so she pulled the edge of the wrap over her son’s head, patting at his back with each of her steps.

It was no secret that she’d been on edge. Even before leaving the hospital. She tossed and turned all night, even when laying next to Nevada. His hold on her strong and his slumber even stronger. He only ever stirred when he heard Matías coo from his bassinet at Mariana’s side. The entire Ricky ordeal she’d thought to have compartmentalized well, but it’d been proven wrong. Even now, she counted her steps, and her ears were perked up for any unwanted sound behind her. Her instincts had sharpened, and she hated the way she could feel her shoulders on her neck.

Her bottom vibrated, pulling her thoughts to the now. She glanced at the sleeping face of her son, partially covered by the wrap over his head, and she smiled, glancing down the street to see if she could at least place her surroundings. She’d walked a little over five blocks from where she’d left Jess rooted to her spot, a sense of guilt now washing over her. She lashed out for no reason. She lashed out, for what?

Jessica had been nothing but supportive and she went and got mad at her because she didn’t cosign Mariana’s thoughts and feelings? Or, was it been deeper than that?

Was Jess’ silence and apprehension a confirmation of her deepest thoughts and feelings or was it something else completely? She’d opened up to Jess, at her request, let her in to Mariana’s deepest thoughts as of late, and she received nothing but silence from whom she called her best friend.

She felt her bottom vibrate again and she reached around to fish it out of her back pocket. She’d a few missed calls and texts from Jess, and a dozen more notifications, all from Nevada. She rolled her head, taking a careful sip of her herbal tea when her phone vibrated furiously in her hand: an incoming call from Nevada.

She answered, “Nevada.”

“Mariana, what the fuck is your problem?”

Mariana smacked her teeth, ending the call promptly. If Nevada wanted to argue, then he would do so by himself. She hadn’t the energy to do so at the moment. Instead, she typed a quick message to Miguel with her location and a warning. She’d stumbled upon an empty Paley Park, and she sat near the waterwall, entranced and lulled by its soothing sound.

She’d no knowledge how long she sat there, but when Miguel found her, she was in the middle of breastfeeding Matías.

“Señito,” Miguel interrupted softly, causing Mariana to startle. “Sorry, sorry,” he said, not approaching Mariana further. Mariana waved him off, moving the baby’s diaper bag so that Miguel could sit in the chair closest to her. As Miguel sat, he said, “Takes after Nevada, then? Always eating!”

Mariana shared a chuckle with him. She sighed, leaning back, “I had to turn off my phone.”

“Señito, el jefe…” Miguel sighed, not knowing how to proceed. “El jefe didn’t take well your disappearance. When you weren’t answering, he lost it.”

“I know, Miguel. I know,” Mariana nodded, turning to acknowledge Nevada’s Tiburón. “I’m struggling, too, and him treating me like spun glass isn’t helping.”

Miguel glanced down at his lap, bringing his phone up to show Mariana whose name lit up the screen, “Can I?”

Mariana smirked, “I’m not your boss, he is.”

“We all know that’s not true,” Miguel chuckled, answering when Mariana gave him a nod. Mariana could hear Nevada yelling and cussing at Miguel over his whereabouts and Mariana’s alike.

Mariana extended her arm, feeling Matty unlatch. She accommodated her bra and lowered her shirt, handing the baby over to Miguel. Miguel’s mouth worked overtime, opening and closing as Mariana giggled over the man’s fumbling.

“Here, drape him over your shoulder like this,” Mariana coached, accommodating Matty on Miguel’s shoulder for him to burp the baby. “And, hold his butt—yes!” she continued, having heard Nevada’s silence on the other side of the line. “Now, burp him. You’re not hurting him, I promise,” Mariana smiled and watched as Miguel patted the baby’s back.

“Mari,” she heard Nevada calling for her through the phone. It sounded far away, but loud enough that both her and Miguel glanced at the phone now atop the table between them. “Chica, Mari!” he protested again.

She picked up the phone, “Nevada.”

“Why’d you hung up on me? Where are you?”

“I can always hang up again,” she simply reminded. He was yelling, and he sighed heavily, no doubt tampering his anger before speaking again. “Now, start over.”

Nevada cleared his throat, rubbing at his brow from behind his desk. This was all too reminiscent. Too close to what had happened, not that while back. He hated not having easy contact with her. He hated that she’d turned off her phone without a regard for her safety and that of their son. If it were up to him, she’d never leave the safe confines of his home, but he knew better than to push her. She’d already been trapped, he wouldn’t do that to her again. Not to his Chiquita.

“Chiquita,” he restrained himself, knowing that lashing out would get him complete silence. “Dile a Miguel que te traiga. And, I don’t want to hear any more protesting from you. Is that clear?”

Mariana smirked, watching Miguel burp the newborn baby. Mariana giggled when Matías burped, surprising the burly man.

“Mari?”

Mariana rolled her eyes, “Ya.”

“Dile a Miguel—”

Mariana groaned, “Miguel, could you take us to Nevada?” Miguel nodded with a smile, his hand still patting at Matty’s back. They stood, Mariana making sure she’d everything she needed. “Could we stop for food, first?”

Nevada smacked his teeth audibly, “Mari!”

The protest quickly died when Mariana pressed the end call button on the screen, following Miguel with a giggle on her lips. She lived to aggravate Nevada. His sole existence aggravated the world, so a little taste of his own medicine would do him good, and hopefully he’d learn to trust her instincts.

Mariana could hear muffled shouts as she reached the upstairs area of Nevada’s club. She slowed her pace, running her hands down her son’s back.

They rode in the back of Nevada’s SUV without a car seat in sight. Miguel had taken speed limits seriously and dared not travel a mile over them for the sake of him and the lives of the precious cargo he transported.

Mariana took a step back as Miguel passed her by, an arm extended behind him as he approached the Nevada’s office door. Miguel knocked twice, pushing the door open and peaking his head in. There was some muffled exchange and Miguel shut the door, grimacing towards Mariana’s general direction.

Mariana shook her head, glancing down at the wide awake expression of her newborn. “Tu papá is something else, Matías,” she chuckled. “Diosito, dime que va a salir a mí…”

Nevada strolled out, coolly approaching Mariana. He smirked, placing an unlit cigarette over his ear. “Chiquita,” he sighed, taking her in. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers forcefully.

Mariana hummed at the familiar taste that was Nevada. He hadn’t been smoking, but he’d been drinking, she could taste his private selection on his lips. She pulled back, licking her lips to savor Nevada on her lips. She smiled, feeling the tension of the day roll off her shoulders. She smiled at him, bringing her thumb to swipe underneath Nevada’s lip, and he puckered his mouth into the pad of her thumb before it was completely away.

“With our luck, he’ll be like the both of us, and really drive me insane,” he said between them, tucking his chin to press his lips against Matías’ soft hairs.

Mariana snickered. “Pucho in there?” Nevada nodded. “Did you bring me here to have me stand or is your… mess not quite clean yet?”

Nevada sighed, clenching his jaw to keep his temper at bay. He stared at her, smolder against smolder. “Miguel.”

Mariana glanced past Nevada’s shoulder, watching Miguel move and peak inside the door. Nevada had busied himself with his son, cooing at him softly. When Miguel straightened and cleared his throat, Nevada took a step to her side, allowing her to walk in first. He ogled her as she walked in front of him, smirking at the pretty sway of her hips and the fill of her ass in her jeans.

She was working on divesting herself from the taut fabric around her body, keeping a protective arm around her son’s back. She greeted Pucho with excitement, easing Matías out of the wrap. Pucho fawned over the baby and kissed Mariana’s cheek, just below the healing bruise near her cheek. Nevada moved about his office, propping some cushions at the end of the couch just as he sat.

Nevada whistled, creating a double eye-roll from both Pucho and Mariana. Mariana approached him, handing him his son. Nevada smiled, pressing his lips to Matías’ brow. Nevada turned his head, stealing a kiss from the brown-skinned beauty next to him, feeling the smile spread across her lips. He hummed noncommittally with a jut of his chin towards the end of the couch where he’d propped some cushions.

Mariana yawned, leaning back against the cushions, and bringing her feet to Nevada’s lap. In one arm he safely held his son, while his other busied itself with untying and slipping Mariana’s shoes off.

She glanced at Nevada and Matías, both involved in themselves as Miguel and Pucho mumbled something about numbers, lulling her to sleep.

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Mystery of Dreams and Reality - Part 5

AN: This is the last part of the Wishes and Potions series. Thank you to everyone who has engaged with this series and I hope you enjoy the finale!

This fic contains: swearing, Nevada, and Norman are their own warnings, mention of arranged marriage, smut, fingering (female receiving), hints of sub-Norman, cum tasting, unprotected sex (p in v), mentions of pain, spoilers for Harry Potter books, mentions of mafia/gang business and violence. There are also two references to Doctor Strange: Multiverse of Madness and references to previous installments in this fic. Spanish translations:

He escuchado mucho sobre ti - I've heard a lot about you

Sobrinos - nephews

You returned to Grimmauld Place following your chat with Severus with a heavy heart and a melancholy air. The Potions Master of Hogwarts had given you plenty to think about and while the information he revealed to you didn’t place you or anyone else in immediate danger, the reveal of information had you feeling like an ant on a leaf adrift at sea.

Initially, while your friend had been interested in what you were telling him, he hadn’t fully believed it until you explained that there had been some marks left on your body from your last encounter with Sirius’ doppelgängers. Severus’ fingers had spasmed on the table on top of some unmarked essays and in a hoarse voice he demanded to know how long the Weasley twins had left the vial in the sun for.

Severus’ reaction caused you to lose some of your own composure and after a few seconds, you managed to reply that you weren’t sure how long the vial had been left in the sun for. You were tempted to tell Severus your estimate about how long the vial had been left in the sun but just in the nick of time, you remembered your friend’s speeches about how potions was an art that required precision so you held your tongue.

Severus’ hands trembled as he explained that there were some potioneers and runes scholars that believed in the multiverse theory. In a quieter voice than usual, Severus continued to explain that his mastery in potions had taught him just how much of a pivotal role the sun played in the growth of ingredients and life in general and how too much sunlight could, in theory, cause a witch or wizard to experience the multiverse. Essentially by leaving the vial in the sun for too long, the Weasley twins had unknowingly increased the amount of sunlight which led to the situation you and Sirius now found yourselves in.

Your mind was reeling. Not because you were shocked at the fact that there were some scholars that believed that your world was one of many. No, the reason for your shock was that Severus was implying that in many of these alternate realities, different versions of you were actually in relationships with different versions of Sirius and the dreams that you were having were actually situations occurring at that exact moment.

By the time you returned to Grimmauld Place, the sky had darkened considerably and you felt a pang of guilt that you had left Sirius alone for so long in Number 12. Even though he had had his trial at the Ministry of Magic and been officially cleared of causing the deaths of James and Lily Potter, causing that explosion in the street, the deaths of the twelve Muggles, and being an unregistered Animagus, Sirius had elected to stay in Number 12 until the end of the school term when the both of you would take Harry on a vacation.

You knew it wasn’t easy for him to be back in Number 12 because there were so many negative memories attached to the place. Before the incident with the potions vial, you had suggested that Sirius move in with you. Sirius had leapt at the idea and that was when he decided that he would sell the place after your holiday.

Your worries about Sirius being alone for too long dissipated slightly when you heard him talking to Harry.

“The only fireplace is in the Dining Room and Sirius isn’t a fan of Floo calls. He’ll do it if he really has to, like he did last year when he wanted to speak to Harry about the Tournament but if Sirius has a choice, he’d much rather use any other method. He’s probably using the twin of the two-way mirror that he gave Harry earlier this year.”

Not wanting to interrupt Sirius’ conversation with his godson, you pulled one of the chairs near the dining table towards you and sat down on it. Minutes later, you heard Sirius saying goodbye to Harry and you stood up from the chair.

You heard Sirius calling your name so you quickly returned the chair to its original position and climbed the stairs that led to Sirius’ bedroom. The animagus was sitting on his bed and as soon as he saw you, he moved backwards, opened his legs a bit more and patted the space in front of him.

You obliged and the second that you sat down, Sirius wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“How did your visit go?”

You sighed and recounted what Severus had told you.

Sirius was quiet and when you twisted around slightly to see the expression on his face, you noticed that his expression was a mixture of thoughtfulness and intrigue. At the same time, you felt his arms tighten around you.

“Well, I guess this proves it,” Sirius commented eventually.

“This proves what?” You asked.

“That I love you in every universe.”

You frowned as you thought of the first dream you had, the one with Doctor Zachary Smith. Sirius seemed to be thinking along the same lines you were.

“Based on what you have told me, that version of me did love you just….” Sirius paused as he searched for the right way to describe his thoughts, “Not enough to give up on his nefarious plans.”

You weren’t sure what to say in response to that and so, you just leant into Sirius’ embrace.

“Hold me please,” you begged in a whisper. “I’m not sure what to expect tonight.”

Sirius acquiesced and your last thought before you drifted off in his arms moments later was that you would definitely be returning the favour when Sirius experienced his dreams of his alternate selves as they interacted with the other versions of you.

You reopened your eyes to see your cousin Malky standing outside the door to your apartment.

“Remind me why I agreed to this again?” You grumbled as you stepped out of your apartment and locked the door behind you. Malky stepped aside to give you some space. While it was no secret in your family what Malky did for a living and who he really worked for, he was always the protective cousin when it came to you.

Which made the situation that you found yourself in (because of your cousin) all the more unusual.

Malky rolled his eyes and glanced up and down the corridor furtively before speaking, “A business deal went south and one…employee from Ramirez’s team offended one of my colleagues. When he realised what he’d done, he fled south in an attempt to explain things but the business deal was irreparable. Ramirez wants our teams to be able to work together which is why he’s organised this function. He knows that he would be the one who would lose more if our teams didn’t collaborate effectively.”

You had to hand it to your cousin; he was good with words. You supposed that came from who he dealt with on a daily basis. If an outsider with no knowledge of the world Malky was a part of had been listening in, they would have simply assumed that Malky was talking about two competing businesses.

But you knew better.

“Look,” your cousin continued. “Cards on the table here. The boss appreciates what you’re doing for me. I bring you to the party, it reinforces the family ideal that Ramirez wants to promote and your act with Stansfield also shows him that you’re off limits. It might even get him to think twice about how far he is willing to expand his territory.”

“How long is that going to last when he finds out that I’ve never met your boss?” You muttered.

“As long as you can act like you have met the boss and that you are in a relationship with him. We’ve laid the groundwork and we have no doubt that Ramirez has already hacked the server and found out about you.”

“Is this supposed to fill me with confidence?” You asked as you made your way to the street and walked over to the car that Malky indicated. The second you drew near, one of Malky’s team (and you used that word loosely) opened the car door for you.

Malky slid in beside you, “We’d rather not take the chance that Ramirez offers to unite our communities through marriage with one of his own people. There were rumours that he was considering the idea. That’s why I suggested you.”

You closed your eyes, “You know you owe me for this, right?”

“That is crystal clear.” Your cousin shot back, “I promise to make your favourite foods for a month.”

A little appeased, you relaxed into the car seat, “At least.” You smirked at Malky’s resigned expression; he knew you would hold him to his promise. You weren’t sure whether it was a good or bad thing that the drive to the restaurant where you would be meeting Norman Stansfield and Nevada Ramirez along with their men was a short one.

Once you had climbed out of the car, Malky gripped your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He didn’t offer any words of encouragement and you knew that was because in his eyes, him squeezing your hand in support was worth more than any words he could offer.

With a sudden burst of confidence, you strode into the restaurant with Malky by your side. It wasn’t hard to locate the table that Norman Stansfield and Nevada Ramirez were occupying since both men had their men sitting around the restaurant in different booths glaring at each other and staring out of the window.

You noticed that the bosses were complete opposites the second you laid eyes on both of them. Norman wore a tan suit with a white shirt underneath. His hair and beard were a light brown and he seemed to be exaggerating his movements whereas Nevada was dressed completely in black. The only item that he wore that was a different colour was a gold cross around his neck. Your immediate impression of Nevada was that he was very calculating and that he wasn’t one to mince words.

You had no idea what force influenced your actions but upon drawing level with Norman, you reached out a hand and rested it on his shoulder. You didn’t see Malky stiffen next to you and do his best to control his wince.

However, your cousin need not have worried about his boss’ reaction to you touching Norman’s suit-covered shoulder. Without breaking eye contact with Nevada, Norman raised his right arm, hooked it around your waist, and pulled you into his lap.

Nevada didn’t seem surprised by your arrival either and he leant forwards to shake your hand once you had settled yourself in Norman’s lap.

“He escuchado mucho sobre ti,” Nevada greeted you.

Your mind registered the switch to Spanish and you also noticed how Nevada used the informal version of the word you. It was fairly obvious that he was testing you and his statement in Spanish led you to two possible conclusions. One: Nevada wanted to see your reaction to his immediate lack of respect especially since Malky had told you that Norman didn’t speak Spanish. Two: Nevada wanted to see whether you would translate for Norman, Malky and the other men. Doing so would give Nevada an advantage over Norman.

You smirked and didn’t take your eyes off Nevada, “Then I’m sure that you are aware that due to our closeness in age and the fact that we grew up in the same neighbourhood, my cousin and I share the same opinion when it comes to protecting members of our family. The easiest way to protect people is by knowing them. Knowledge is power after all.”

“Spare me your bullshit.” Nevada scoffed, “I’ve seen enough Disney movies with my sobrinos for today.”

“It’s not bullshit,” you replied with your smirk still on your face. Malky’s words about Nevada wanting to uphold the idea of family had just been proven by the man himself. “I know everything about the men that stand behind Norman.”

“You do?” Norman questioned.

You were pretty sure that Malky was fighting to hide a wince and you knew that Norman could take your words to mean that Malky had overshared information about his boss’ business dealings. Thinking quickly, you relaxed against Norman and linked your fingers with the hand that was draped across your body. Hopefully, that would distract the man and you would be able to explain to the crime boss underneath you that you were bluffing.

“Oh?” Nevada queried at the same time.

Knowing you only had one chance at this and that Nevada wanted an example; you inclined your head. “I know all of Norman’s men are loyal to him and only him,” your words were just as much an attempt to convince Nevada as they were to convince Norman that Malky hadn’t done anything wrong.

“I also know,” you continued, “that you had a bit of trouble with three of your men in the club that you own trying to swindle you out of some of your profit.”

Nevada hummed, “By any chance, would you happen to know what I did to those men?”

You paused for a moment before you answered the clearly loaded question, “Rest assured, you and Norman are alike in how you deal with those that betray you.”

Satisfied for the moment, Nevada gestured to the waiter who immediately rushed into the kitchen and returned to serve the food. Throughout the delicious four-course meal, the men discussed matters of territory, alliances, and profits. You and Norman played up the couple act and you did your best to be as convincing and natural as possible, especially when you noticed Nevada’s brooding gaze on you or Norman.

While a tense air persisted throughout the night, you hadn’t really expected an easy evening and most of the tenseness came from when Nevada’s men and Norman’s men interacted with one another.

There was a sense of forced politeness when it came to the interactions and many, many dirty looks but the men couldn’t do any more than that as they didn’t want to risk the anger of their bosses. Thankfully, the night did end and when you climbed into the same car that brought you to the restaurant, you let out a long sigh of relief.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Norman’s voice sounded from inside the car.

“SHIT!” You yelped, “I thought you were Malky!”

“Your reaction made that very clear.” Norman assured you before commanding the driver to start driving. As much as you wished the driver wouldn’t follow Norman’s command so you could get out of the car and try to find your cousin, you knew the driver wouldn’t hesitate to obey Norman’s order.

Norman ran a hand over his beard, “Thank you for tonight.” He inhaled sharply, “I can imagine that it wasn’t easy for you.”

“That’s an understatement,” you chuckled nervously. The confidence that you had displayed in the restaurant was quickly slipping away and you were increasingly aware that you were in the backseat of a car next to Norman Stansfield. That thought reminded you about your cousin.

“Where’s Malky?”

Norman examined you critically, “Is that what you really want to talk about now?”

You regarded him with an unimpressed look.

“You know, you and your cousin have the same I’m-upset-with-you face.”

“Oh, so you’re familiar with it then.”

Norman chuckled, “Malky is safe. He’s in another car and for the record, you’re just like your cousin described you. It’s refreshing. Like the rain during a storm. It’s beautiful.”

The atmosphere in the air tingled with electricity and tension. Except this type of tension had you craving more. You wanted to see how far Norman would go.

His eyes traced your figure before coming to rest on your lips, “(Name)?”

“Yes?” You inquired. You suddenly found yourself breathless.

“Stop me now if you don’t want me to kiss you.”

You licked your lips and watched as his eyes widened then darkened, “You won’t hear those words passing my lips.”

Norman looked like he wanted nothing more than to cup the back of your head in his hand and drag your lips to his yet he appeared to be restraining himself.

“Say it,” the DEA agent croaked. “Say that you want me to kiss you.”

“Why limit ourselves?” You had no idea where this boldness was coming from but you were certainly enjoying the affect that it had on the man across from you.

“Please my beautiful songbird. Say the words and I’ll be yours.”

“I want your lips on mine,” you uttered.

Norman moved so quickly that your heart didn’t even have time to beat. His lips pressed against yours frantically as if he was on a time limit. You found yourself matching his intensity and just as you were regretting the restrictive nature of your seatbelts because you needed Norman to be closer to you, the car stopped abruptly.

Norman gritted his teeth, “Why have you fucking stopped?” He snapped.

“We’ve returned to (Name)’s place of residence, sir.” The terrified driver stammered.

Needing no further incentive to move, you unbuckled your seatbelt and teasingly dragged your hand down Norman’s right shoulder and across his belt buckle, stopping just shy of the bulge you could see forming in his pants.

You shot the man what you hoped was a seductive glance over your shoulder as you opened the door, “Coming?”

The driver coughed to remind you of his presence and Norman was out of the car in a flash. You had just climbed out of the car and shut the door (much to the relief of the driver) when Norman came up beside you. He wrapped his arm around you, like he had at the restaurant, and pulled you into him possessively.

Your brain short circuited and all you could focus on was reaching your apartment as soon as possible. Norman appeared to be as eager as you were and the instant that you had locked your apartment door behind the two of you, Norman pressed you up against the door and claimed your lips in another fiery kiss.

You melted in his embrace and your arms wrapped around his neck relishing in the minimal amount of distance between you. Norman broke away from your lips to kiss and nip across your jaw before nibbling at your ear lobe. You moaned at the action.

Panting, Norman pulled back slightly, “Do you want me to take you here or should we make our way to your bedroom?”

You envied his ability to form coherent sentences.

“Bedroom please,” you gasped out.

Norman stepped forwards and lifted his hands so that he could slide them up your legs. When he reached the top of your thighs, his hands gripped you tightly. The pressure alerted you to the fact that he wanted you to jump. Impulsively, you decided to trust him and with a quick movement, you hooked your legs around his waist.

Norman grunted softly. Once again his eyes trailed up your body and the way he was looking at you caused your breath to hitch. You gave him directions to your bedroom and Norman began to move even before you had finished speaking.

Both of you were very grateful that it didn’t take long for Norman to reach your bedroom.

“Take your clothing off before I rip it off,” Norman growled. His actions were the complete opposite to his words as he carefully removed his suit jacket and shirt. Something in his voice told you that he wasn’t joking about ripping your clothing and because you didn’t want your clothes to meet that particular fate, you obeyed his gruff order.

By the time that you were naked, Norman was bare-chested and working on removing his belt from the loops of his pants. You moved forward and ran your hands down the expanse of his chest. Norman shivered as your hands touched his skin and he let out a low moan. The bulge in his pants grew larger and Norman bit his lip. He brought his hands up and encircled your wrists with his hands.

His chest heaved with each ragged breath that he took as he fixed you with a lustful stare. “Get on the bed now,” he urged.

“Why? Wouldn’t you rather see me on my knees?” You argued, meeting Norman’s eyes with equally lustful expression.

You saw the temptation wash over Norman’s face before it was replaced with a heated glare.

“Bed. Now.” He repeated.

You felt yourself grow wetter at his stern tone and before you could think too much about what you were doing, your body had decided what it wanted to do and you were laying on top of your bed. Barely a second passed and Norman joined you on the bed. Your eyes drunk in the sight of him naked as he slotted himself between your spread legs. Without breaking eye contact, Norman slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. Your clit throbbed at the erotic sight and your nipples pebbled.

With the lightest of touches, Norman dragged his now wet fingertips across your nipples and you arched into the touch. Norman placed his other hand on your stomach to press you down back onto the bed while he used his other hand to trace around your opening, purposefully avoiding your clit.

Norman’s hands on you were electrifying and he seemed to be well aware of that fact because he sent you a sly wink before slipping two fingers into your pussy. The moan that bubbled up from your throat was louder than you expected and it seemed to echo in the room. Norman eased his fingers out of you only to slide them forwards shortly into you again after you whimpered.

It didn’t take long for Norman to find a gradual rhythm that had all of your nerve endings firing. Each time that he slid his fingers out of you, your walls clenched around him in a desperate attempt to keep them inside you. Spots of light danced in your vision when Norman added a third finger.

You grew so used to Norman’s actions that when he removed his fingers from your pussy and used them to circle your clit, you let out a pleasure filled cry and came when he circled your clit the second time.

When your senses returned, you noticed that Norman had wrapped his drenched fingers around his cock and was jerking himself off with his eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly. Your lover’s eyes snapped open when your fingertips moved gently across his sac and up to cover his hand as it stroked his cock.

You felt Norman’s cock throb and precum dribbled from the almost purple tip. Entranced, you watched as it slid down towards Norman’s balls. However before it could continue on its journey, you removed your hand and swiped at the droplet with your finger. Once the drop of precum was on the tip of your finger, you popped that finger into your mouth and savoured the taste of his cum. Then you removed your finger from your mouth with a pop.

Your actions flipped a switch in Norman and after planting a hand on the bed next to your head, he surged forwards and impaled you on his cock. Immediately, your hands flew up to grip onto his shoulders and Norman let out a pleasure filled hiss as your nails dug into his skin. At the same time, you wrapped your legs around his waist and groaned at the change of angle.

Norman needed no further encouragement to move and he panted as his hips quickly found a bruising rhythm. He changed the angle by leaning forwards and reconnecting your mouths. His sudden action caused you to moan into his mouth and Norman’s hips stuttered. He pulled away from your lips and rested his forehead against yours as his hips continued to roll.

Your breaths mingled and you felt your walls begin to flutter around Norman’s cock. The man on top of moved his hand so that his fingers pressed against your clit again and your hips bucked up into the touch. Your walls gripped Norman’s cock tightly and you let out a howl as Norman’s cock swelled inside you. Moments later, Norman’s hips stilled and he let out a loud roar of “FUCK” as his cum spurted out of his cock and into you.

Your still clenching walls milked every drop of cum from his quivering cock. To distract you from the oversensitivity, Norman ran his free hand up and down your body and murmured praises into your skin. When your walls stopped clenching, Norman’s hips slid backwards and he collapsed next to you on his back.

As your heart rate returned to normal, Norman manoeuvred you so that you were laying on his chest with one hand resting over his heart.

“We have to get cleaned up,” you reminded Norman as you yawned.

Your vision went grey before you could hear Norman’s reply and when your eyes reopened, you realised that you were in Sirius’ room, laying down on his bed with Sirius’ arms wrapped protectively around you even as the man slept.

Speaking of the man, he twitched in his sleep and his cock pressed insistently against your backside. Remembering the promise you made to yourself before you fell asleep, you turned in Sirius’ embrace and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you in every universe Sirius.” You whispered.

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