#so i feel like deep down she saw her grandkids as a second chance

[sparkbeast20]

(Belphegor's) Cute Hellspawn(s)

This is the last part of Belphie's story Part 1 and the general Prologue

Warning: Swearing, Mention of torture, and Babies

“I don’t have time for this nonsense! I have to get back to the human world to make sure my grandchildren-”

“Wow, wow! Grandkids?!?!” Mammon shirve at the idea that Maddi has anything to do with you or the kids.

“Yes? I consider their mother somewhat like my own daughter. Now will you excuse me-”

“Please…” Maddi paused and looked down, seeing Belphie shaking and not letting go of her pants. “I… I need to see them. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“I’m sorry, It’s not up to me whether or not to can see MC or the children, all that is up to the mother”

“But Belphie’s the father-” As Beel talks, Maddi pulls out a pocket mirror, opens it “Plus the babies are half demon. They need someone to teach them-”

“Ah so it's all about the children and not the mother?” Maddi side eye Beel with a brow raise.

“He didn’t say that! I want to see all three of them! And I want to apologize to MC!” Belphie hung his head low “I’m to tell her that I didn’t mean to leave her that morning. I was scared! Scared of all that was just in the moment-”

“Okay, you're scared and you still left making her feel like your fear as well? How do you think she felt that morning when she woke up with you gone? Not only that but you pretended like none of it ever happened!”

“Yes, and I regretted leaving her that morning! I regretted not telling her after that! But I really meant that confession! I want to be with her. If she wasn’t carrying our babies. I was a coward for not telling her sooner, for waiting for the right time when reality was the right time that morning! Please, punshis me all you want, even kill me. I want to see her again one last time to apologize in person-”

All of a sudden, a baby cry stopped Belphie making him choked up.

“Did you hear that little one?” Maddi's smile showed every demon in the room that her mirror was reflecting someone in the bed.

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You curse yourself for crying over your babies, one of them starts to cry when tears start to fall on them.

You wipe the tears before soothing the crying baby, all the while you are trying to decide to let Belphie see you and the babies. You look down to see both are wide awake and soothing them won’t put them to sleep. You saw in their eyes hope.

Suddenly you sense someone staring at you and the babies, you slowly turn towards the desk mirror where you watch and hear everything happening at Maddi’s end. 

What you saw was Belphie looking through the mirror. You can’t ignore the dehavled look he has right now, and see like he hasn't slept in months. If his eyes weren’t red from his crying. You took notice of the dark bags under his eyes.

“So? What is it going to be? Give him a chance? Or let this be his last and only chance to see you and the children?” You can hear Maddi asking, you know that tone. Maddi has something in mind to say yes to giving Belphie a second chance.

“What are you planning, Maddi?” You said it sternly as one of the babies over on their stomach crawl to turn around to face the mirror. Once she saw Belphie in the mirror she giggled as she pound her tiny hands on the mattress in glee upon seeing her father.

You can see Belphie choked up on seeing his daughter’s eyes look at him.

“Oh you know me so well child~, put it simply. If you say yes. He can get to go to you immediately. However, once I give time to talk to you. He’ll have to be punshie by me. I wouldn’t go into any details until you say the word.” 

You thought for a moment. You sit up, then reach out to grab your daughter’s little foot just to make sure she tries to crawl further off the edge as she tries to reach for Belphie in the mirror. Meanwhile your son who has your hair color get’s angsty roll on his stomach and crawls towards your lap and lays his head on it.

Looking down to see your son looking up to you, staring deep into your eyes. You knew the answer. “Alright. I’ll… I’ll give him a second chance.” As soon as Maddi heard your answer, she laughed and snapped her fingers and the mirror went back to normal. You heard your daughter gasp before she started to cry at the sudden disappearance of her father’s face from the mirror.

You quickly reach down and pick her up then try to sooth and rack her.

Feeling a little jealous, your son starts to sob as well. You sigh and pick him up cradling your twins in each arm, in any case you’ll have Belphie, even if you’re still ify with him.

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Belphie looks at the pocket mirror in shock once it turns back to a regular mirror. 

“Now Belphegor. Choose a brother to accompany you.”

“Why?” Belphie nervously asks Maddi, never in his life that he ever had the same fear as Mammon has to witches until now. 

“Well someone has to help MC with the children. Because he’ll help them get back to the house of lamentation. Since you’ll be put to punishment for your action to MC” She leans down and moves his bangs so she can meet his eyes. “Enjoy the comfort of family, because this is going to be the last time you’ll see them in quite some time” she grins.

All Belphie can do is nod and look over his shoulder to Beel. Maddi sees and while a snap of her fingers she and the twin disappear in a puff of smoke. Leaving the other demons in the room shocked.

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“Make sure you two don’t touch anything! MC’s room is on the second floor, the last room on the left.” Both Beel and Belphie are still stunned at the fact they're in the human world, in the great witch Maddi’s home. 

Maddi did what she needed to do, she left the two demons in the entry hall and headed to the kitchen.

Beel blinks, before turning towards his twin. Belphie is eyeing the stairs as his heart is pounding. You're right upstairs, with your children with him. The children he helped make. What is he supposed to say? What if you decide to not give a second chance? And you what to give one and only time he can get to see the kids.

Beel place a hand on Belphie’s shoulder snapping Belphie out of his thoughts. “Do… Do you want me to go with you?”

“No… well not in the room. Just… stay out in the hall… please.”

“Sure” 

Belphie took a deep breath, before looking forward to the stairs and begging to climb up with Beel right behind him.

The slow walk to your room is agonizing for Belphie, his mind is in full panic. Beel had to literally grab Belphie’s arm before he walked straight to the wall at the end of hall passing your room.

Belphie silently thanks Beel and walks back to your door.

Belphie's heart beats even faster as he stands right in front of your door, staring at the door knob. He clenches his hands a couple of times before slowly reaching up and grabbing the door knob, turning it, opening the door, and slowly walking it the room and closing the door behind him.

He kept his head low, not ready to look you in the eye. But when he didn’t hear anything from you. He bit the bullet and looked up. There he saw you asleep on your side with your arms around both babies. What surprised him was his son sitting up looking at him with a small pout on his face.

He doesn’t know when you gave birth, surely it wasn’t that long. So why is it that his son is sitting up all on his own. Either way he's here now he slowly approaches the bed with his eye on his son. As he walks towards you he watches his son suddenly move, crawling towards your head and quickly warping his tiny arms around your neck protectively, before looking back at Belphie sending him a death glare while his tail flinging back and forth.

That sudden action, wake you up startled Belphie when you start stri up. You flutter your eyes open then you down to see your son hugging your neck. You giggle at his action, you slowly sit up and gently pull your son off your neck. “Hungry?” but he shook his head, before pointing behind him. Confused, you followed his gesture, and you saw Belphie standing close to the bed with a surprised look on his face, before it changed to a shameful one. “Hello, Belphie…”

“Hey…” he said quietly as he reached up, grabbed his arm and started rubbing it. Neither of them spoke which made the air in the room awkward and tense. Before neither of you notice, your daughter woke up and immediately saw Belphie. She giggles, rolling over to her stomach and starts crawling towards him.

You panic and try to reach, when Belphie reacts first and leans forward grabbing your daughter before reaching for the edge. You sigh in relief while your son laughs at his twin. While Belphie on the other hand is stunned, face to face with his daughter. She looks at him tilting her head before reaching out and placing her tiny hands on Belphie's cheek. Then she starts giggling and laughing before opening her arms hugging Belphie’s neck burying her face in the crook of his neck.

All the emotion just floods Belphie in that moment, mostly joy and happiness, with sadness, anger, shame and regret mixed in. He gasps, choke and can't muster the right words. But he can think of his kids and you.

He starts quietly crying as he holds his daughter tight in his arms burying his face into her tiny shoulder.

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After what seems to be forever, you decide to speak. “Did you mean all you said to Maddi?” you ask him as you cradle your son in your arms. While Belphie sat on the armchair in the corner of the room while racking his daughter to sleep in his arms.

“I couldn’t face and tell you because I was afraid… if all that I said to you was in the heat of the moment. Or that you said in the heat of the moment.” he reached to tuck his daughter’s hair to behind the ear. Then leans down to kiss her forehead before turning to you. “But yes. I meant every word of it. I was going to confess to you properly. After I explained to Beel, he was also the reason I left that morning. I was scared of what his reaction would be. We did everything together. So sleeping with you made me think I betray him in some way since he does have feelings for you.”

In some way you understand his reasoning. Back in the human world there was always an unspoken rule to not sleep with a friend's crush or sibling’s crush. Because it will cause conflict in the group or family.

“Even if it still hurts a little bit, it is better than you not coming at all.” you gave him a small smile. Before soothing a bit and panting the open space on the bed. “Also long your on diaper duty for the next two years” 

Belphie chuckles while shaking his head, before getting up the chair then walking towards the bed. He climbs from the side of the bed, and gently lays your daughter in the space between you and him. While you set his son on your side of the space between. He looks at Belphie before huffing and turns his back on his father. You quietly laugh.

“I guess that I have to win him over. Huh?” 

“Maybe he got all my anger towards you in him.” you ruffle your son’s hair before leaning down and kissing his forehead. You look back up to Belphie, when he reaches and caresses your face.

“I’ll make it up to all three of you. I promise.” he looks at you with honesty and sincerity in his eyes. You lean in to his touch before placing your hand over his.

“I know…” you two look at each other, before leaning closer until your lips meet. Belphie lean in further making it more passionate. After you slowly pull away and lean your forehand into his. “I miss you”

“I miss you too” he gave you one quick peck on the lips before the two of you slid down onto the bed, with your hands intertwined over your twins. Soon the two of you drifted off to slumber.

Sleeping together as a family.

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Alas, the peace didn’t last. Belphie suddenly senses someone approaching the room. He quietly and quickly got out of bed, and moved to the front of the bed, then the door opened and Maddi and Beel walked in the room.

Belphie snarls at the witch and quickly shifts into his demon form blocking Maddi’s view of his kids and you.

“What do you want!” 

“Oh~ now you're getting protective huh? Well your time is up. Nows for your punishment” She pulls out a scroll and opens it. Coming from the scroll was a chain which moved quickly and subdued Belphie by binding his wrists and ankles.

Beel moved quickly, but Maddi gave him a glare. “Try to help your twin and you’ll meet the same punishment. Now be a good demon and make sure your niece and nephew and their mother return to the house of lamamention safely” 

“Maddi! What the hell!” you woke up from the sound of the chains. And you aren’t the only one. As soon as your daughter hears her father groaning in pain. She woke up and looked down to the bed to see Belphie drop on his knees, biting back the urge to scream. She gasps, tries to roll on her stomach and starts crawling toward Belphie. But soon she almost reached the edge of the bed. Beel quickly picked her and brought her close to his chest as she tried to wiggle out of her uncle’s grasp. Before long she starts to cry for father.

You jump out of bed with your son in your arms, you didn’t notice he shifts to his demon form. 

“You can't mind, little one. He has to be punished”

“The fuck! Look, yes I was pissed at him when I told you. And he said he'll accept your punishment. But not in front of the kids!” you yell at the witch while making sure you hold your son back. 

Maddi raises a brow glance at your twins before looking back at Belphie. “Calm them down Belphegor. They’ll stop crying and tantrums if you calm them down.” she said nonchalantly. She waved her hand slightly, losing both chains in his wrist. Lessening the pain.

Belphie quickly got back up on his feet and turned around to face Beel and his daughter. “Hey, starlight. Is okay, daddy’s fine.” She stops crying and whimpers before reaching out her arms to Belphie, who gladly takes her from Beel and slowly racks her in his arms and makes sure the chain on his wrist doesn't touch her skin.

“See? They can sense their parents' stress. If Belphegor hadn’t tried to fight back she wouldn’t have started crying. And since their twins her brother sensed his sister's distress hence this little spawn shifted.” she smiles, while all three of you plus your son just look at her deadpan. “Anywho~ you don’t have to worry about Belphegor. He’ll just be gone for two days. So my lord Belphegor, say goodbye to your family.”

You want to stop Maddi from doing this, but you made a deal with her. And you’ve seen when someone crosses her.

You turn towards Belphie, who gives his daughter one last hug and a kiss on her cheek. “Be good for daddy, alright starlight?” she start to whimper, and quickly hugs Belphie neck, he sigh and turn to Beel and turn his daughter to his twin. “I hate this. But if I don’t do this she’ll just make our lives harder”

“I know why Mammon and Lord Diavolo don’t like her.”

“I heard that!”

“Yeah, well so Lucifer!” If Belphie is going to have the shit beat out of him. Might as well go down as pitiful as possible. He clicks his tongue at Maddi before turning to you and your son. You walk to him, he looks at you before looking down to see his son, who huffs before turning his head away from Belphie.

“Maybe if I talk to Maddi-”

“It wouldn’t do any good. I have a suspension that she’s more stubborn than Lucifer”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Maddi smirk as she points at her wrist gesturing Belphie to hurry up.

“It's not like you're going to die from waiting for your old age, hag!”

“Oh~! I’m really going to enjoy your tears little boy!” She smiles nicely at Belphie, who scowls at her.

He turns to you with a soft face. “Two days”

“Two days” you both said it quietly before leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. The little demon saw the affection that was sandwiching him. He made baby groans while pushing Belphie away from you.

“Still doesn’t like me huh, little guy?” he ruffles his son’s hair, which earns him a wack of a tail to his face. Then his son sticks out his touch to him. “Yup, still hate me.” you giggle while you turn your son to face you and tuck his head into the crook of your neck.

“Alright. Time to go.” Maddi pulls Belphie’s chain, causing him to fall on his ass. As she begins to drag him out of the room. While your daughter reached out and called out to him with baby noise, Beel had to hold her tight due to his niece squirming out of his arms.

You heard your son whimper into skin, you soothe him then turned to look at Beel. “Come, let's go home.” Beel nods, as he helps you pack.

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It didn’t take along for the twins to get attention from their uncles. As soon as you, Beel, and the twin arrive at the house. Both Mammon and Asmo greet you four at the front door.

“AH~ Look at you two!” Asmo claps his hands, exactly doting at the twins. Your daughter yelps before hiding her face into Beel’s chest. While your son stares at Asmo before reaching out his tiny arms for Asmo. You notice, smile and hand him to Asmo. Who hugs your son immediately “Aw~ you're just like your mother.”

Mammon rolls his eyes before looking at you. Before he gets a chance to scold you. You insteadly wrap your arms around him. And begin to apologize. He quickly returns the favor and hugs you back.

“Well… It seem Belphie is getting what’s coming to him for his irresponsibility seeing that his not with you two.”

You tense up then look over Mammon’s shoulder to see Lucifer with a happy and yet chilling smile. “Hi Lucifer…”

“Have you any idea how worried we were when you disappeared and added that you were pregnant with Belphie spawns!”

“I’m Sorry. I was scared and angry at Belphie-”

“That’s a reasonable emotional response. However, that doesn’t excuse you to leave the house while carrying offspring that might put your life at risk.” He was right. If you didn't go to Maddi, you could’ve died. “Belphie isn’t the only one being punshi today. Foruanly the twins has five responsible uncles to look after them while you and I have a talk in my study, now”

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It's been three hours since Lucifer dragged you to his study for a lecture and probably some punishment for runaway.

While waiting on you two to return. Beel took charge of bringing the twins into the living room with Mammon and Asmo tagging along with him.

“So… what’s their name Beel?” Beel chock on the piece of bread in his mouth when Mammon asks him.

“Please tell us that Belphie or MC told you their name, before being dragged to their hell.” Asmo added while he browsed on his phone for onesies for the twins.

“Uh… He didn’t tell me or MC.”

“Eh!?! But you were there with Belphie all night.” Mammon sounds shocked at the fact Beel doesn’t know their names. He gave your daughter a little panda plushie you made in one of his money making scam, she instantly took it from Mammon and hugged it tightly before yawning and laying her tiny head on the plushies.

“He had me wait outside the whole night out in the hall of Maddi’s place. Because he wanted to talk to MC alone.” He casually reached down to grab your son before he crawled away from him and towards Asmo who was by the table. He set him on his lap with his arm supporting him. “He did call his daughter starlight. But it seems that his son kinda hates him.” he looks down to his nephew who is trying to wiggle out of his hold while making baby grants.

“Oh! Look, I found cute cow and fox onesies!” Asmo jumps out of his chair and walks towards Beel and shows him the picture on his phone. “It's perfect for them.”

Beel smiles and hums in agreement. While your son starts nibbling on his uncle’s arm, Beel pay no mind.

“Restless little guy ain’t he?” Mammon comments at his nephew's attempt to break free from Beel’s hold.

“Do you want to carry him?” Beel asks, and hands the little demon to Mammon. The latter quickly adjusted his hold on his nephew. 

“Beel! Give me a warning next time-” he stopped when he felt the little demon stare at him. He felt nervous all of a sudden. He looks down with a close eyes smile, hiding the nervousness his feeling right now. “Hey little guy, want a house tour by your great uncle Mammon” 

“No” All three demon’s eyes widened when they heard their nephew say something.

“Dada! Wa Dada!” Mammon shrieked before turning around to see his niece sitting up on the table hugging the panda plushies.

“No! Mama!” your son shifts to his demon form.

“No Dada!” your daughter shifts to her demon form.

“How old are these babies!!” Asmo panic yells, confused and scared of what's happening right in front of him.

“Why are you yelling Asmo- Oh shit!~ BABIES!” Levi came into the room and immediately stopped once he saw the two baby demons in their demon form. “Belphie had to have twins didn’t he?” He tries to make a joke while progressing the scene before him. 

While Mammon and Beel explain to Levi what’s going on. The little twins exchange glances before nodding to each other. 

Soon all the adults in the room suddenly feel tired and sleepy. Beel and Mammon fought the tiredness long enough to put both twins on the flood. Before they, Asmo and Levi collapse on the floor and fall right to sleep.

The little demoness claps her hands and laughs at her uncle's face while the little demon crawls towards his twin, baby panting her back before crawling towards the door. His twin got what he meant and quickly crawled behind him. And the two babies are now out in the hall of the house.

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You groan in pain as you are being strung up to the ceiling of Lucifer’s study. While said demon is doing his paperwork below you.

“Another hour MC- wait!” Lucifer quickly set his pen down and stood up from his chair. “Those idiots!”

“What-”

“Mama!” you gasp and swing your body so you can face where the sound came from, and hold and behold your twins by the doorway of Lucifer’s study. 

“Stella, Skylar!” you call out to them. Lucifer acts quickly and casts a spell to put you down, as soon as you get to your feet you quickly rush and kneel in front of your twins and pick them both in your arms.

Lucifer walks beside you, and offers to take one of the twins. You were about to give Stella, but Skylar quickly reached out his tiny arms for his uncle. He smiles before reaching down and taking the child from your arms. “It seems that they pull their uncles under some sort of sleep spell.” he rubs his nephew’s back, soothing him into yawning and slowly falls asleep, laying his head on Lucifer’s chest. “Come on, let's see if my brothers are awake yet.”

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“A month! They're a month old!”

“Shush! Keep it down Mammon. Your going to wake Belphie and the twins up.” Beel glares at Mammon before setting unconscious Belphie on the couch in their room. While you and the twin are in Belphie’s bed.

“I’m so happy that Maddi showed some pity to Belphie and sent him back here a day early.”

“Pity!?! Look at him, he looks like he was tortured for months!” Mammon made an angry gesture to his unconscious brother lying on the couch.

Belphie was still in his demon form, his clothes were torn and bruises and scars cover his arms and the side of his face.

“She tends to go a bit overboard with her torture.” you know by staying with Maddi that she’s ain’t nice. After a month staying with her coven it was safe to say that all Mammon and Diavolo’s worry and fear are justified.

“I’m going to get some snack for Belphie, that way when he wakes up he has something to eat.” before you can say anything, he was gone from the room, dragging Mammon along.

You sigh, before laying on your side, look over your twins then look at Belphie at the couch before you slowly fall asleep.

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She promised him only two days. So why the hell he kept whipping, burning, etc for a week. Note to himself, find Maddi and kill her.

Belphie woke up back in his room, and he can still feel his entire body is tense and in pain.

He slowly pushed himself up, sat and leaned on the couch. He groaned in pain every time he moved.

He looks around the room while massaging his neck, and he lays his sight on his bed, where you and his kids are sleeping peacefully.

All his rage at the witch melted away when he saw you and the twins sleeping soundly in his bed. He mustered all his strength to stand up, walk towards his bed, and took the other side of the bed. You are on the opposite side while the twins are in the middle of the bed.

He sighs once he lay on his side. Before he fell back to sleep, he felt something snuggling to his chest. He looks down to see his son nuzzle his face into his chest while clenching on his jacket.

“He missed you.” Belphie quickly looks up, to see you half awake, running your hand through your daughter’s hair. “She missed you.” you lean down to kiss the crown of her head. Before looking back to Belphie. “I’ve Missed you.” You reach up and grab his face, stock his cheek with your thumb.

He doesn’t feel he deserves you or the twins. It hurt him that you forgave him after everything he did. This might be his last chance, he is planning not to screw this up.

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Six months later

“I can’t believe that your own son ratted you out.” Satan mutters at Belphie while being strung up by Lucifer.

“Well maybe Lucifer brainwashed him or something.” Belphie tries to move his arms out of the ropes.

“I would never do such a thing to my nephew. Isn’t that right Skylar?” Lucifer turns his head towards the high chair in his study where Skylar is seated wearing a cow onesie.

“Mm~” He hums in response as he draws on a piece of old document that Lucifer gave him.

The moment Lucifer finishes hanging both Satan and Belphie to the ceiling. You came in with Stella who was wearing a fox onesie. “Lucifer, how long does Belphie have to be strung up. We have to take twins out today.”

“Thanks for worrying about me MC.” Satan said sarcastically.

“Dada bad?” Stella tille her head to the side while looking up at Belphie and Satan.

“Yes, Dada did something bad,” Lucifer said happily to Stella. Which made her pout.

“See, she hates seeing me like this!”

“Don’t use your daughter to give you some pity Belphie.” Belphie huffs at Lucifer’s words. 

You laugh at Belphie, when suddenly Satan breaks free from his ropes and quickly dash out of the room, with Lucifer immediately giving chase.

Belphie blink the initial shock and glance over to you “You did something to the ropes didn’t you?”

“I was hoping that you got those ropes instead of Satan” you shrug before walking toward the knot which was holding Belphie. You untie it and slowly lower him back down to the ground.

“You sly minx” he smirks as you help untie the ropes around me. While Stella “helps” with the ropes.

“I have to be.” you dope the ropes and hand Stella to Belphie, while you walk over and grab Skylar out of his high chair. And return to Belphie’s side.

“I might be a bad influence for you” he wraps his free arm around your waist, while the other one is supporting Stella who is on Belphie's waist.

“Less talking and more walking. Before Lucifer comes back.” gave him a quick peck on the lips before you four left the study and headed out for family time.

Note: Phew! 5k words! *pant myself on the back* I didn't expect to make this long XD anyway thanks so much. I still have the other two fic to finish writing. While I'm doing that, I want to know which demon or Angel or human I should do next?

I do have some ideas for Mammon, Levi and Asmo.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#obey me #omswd #obey me belphegor #obey me f!mc #obey me belphie x f!reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me maddi

[dangerous-mess]

Breakeven (Kirishima x Bakugo x Reader) Part 1(???)

Characters: Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, gender neutral reader, mentions of reader’s parents 

Contains: Polyam relationships, fighting, arguing, language, pure angst, mentions of break ups, mentions of someone doing stitches, mentions of a anxiety/anxiety attacks, mentions of minor violence, mentions of Bakugou’s hero name

Word Count: 3k+ 

Bakugou and Kirishima have been a thing since the days you all went to UA. You got with them your last year of school, but unlike the two of them being out, no one knew about your relationship with them. They wanted to keep it a secret, claiming that they wanted to protect you and didn’t want any of you to receive hate, since the concept of a poly relationship still did not sit well with anyone. You thought as you all got older and were adults that it would become less of a secret, but as your boyfriends both rose up in the hero charts, the secret was locked and sealed, never going to see the light of day. 

The world knew of the pro heroes, known as your boyfriends as being together, and everyone was quite content and happy with it. It did not stop the public eye from loving them and cheering them on through the years as they became the great heroes they always dreamed about being back in high school. You missed those days, mostly for the simple fact that things were easier. You had no worries about jobs or worry about anyone you cared about getting hurt. You also could just spend the entire weekend in bed with your boyfriends, cuddling and talking about everything and anything. Now, you were lucky if you got to even see either of your boyfriends. 

Although the three of you lived together, both of them were out often doing hero work and being the top heroes they were seen as. And when the two of them were home, you were out working a minimum of 12 hour shifts at the hospital being your own hero, helping those in need. You loved your job, it was one of the best things you’ve ever done. But you still missed your partners. You hated not being able to brag, that the two big heroes saving lives and making a difference were yours. You hated the comments your mother made about how you couldn’t find time for a relationship, and how desperately she wanted grandkids or even grandpets, just something. It hurt you and made you jealous even, to watch and see your both of them going on dates and being out in public together. Yet when the three of you were in public you were just tagged as the friend who is third wheeling. 

Your shift at the hospital finished and you drove back home, ready to be alone and met with silence, but to your surprise one of your boyfriends was home. You entered and found Bakugou laying on the couch, flipping through tv channels, completely dressed in his hero gear. You went to the couch and leaned over, kissing him softly on the forehead. 

“Hey babe, didn’t expect to see you home.” You spoke, as you went to take off your shoes and put them beside the front door and placed files and your keys on the table. You glanced and saw him sit up and turn back to look at you. 

“Dumbass, I told you I was going in later this week for patrols.” He grumbled out, his words coming aggressive, but you knew that they weren’t meant to be. You just nodded, even though he hadn’t spoken more than 4 words to you in the past week. But you were too tired and could not handle an argument right now or in general. 

You went to the shared bedroom the three of you shared and changed into one of Bakugou’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants that could easily be yours or Kirishima’s. You didn’t care and just slipped them one before walking down to the kitchen and heating up some water so you could make some tea. 

“Do you have time for a cup of tea or are you going to go be the amazing hero you are soon?” A smile on your face as you asked the question, peaking out of the kitchen at your boyfriend. You could see a small blush on his cheeks, and it made you chuckle. He responded with a quick no as you saw him get on his boots and grab the rest of his hero gear. He came and quickly kissed you goodbye and left, leaving you all alone. 

You hate being alone even though you are the majority of the time. There was always silence in the house now, when before there were laughs and voices talking all through the night. The bed that once held three people, only held you, making the space seem bigger than it really is. You sat in the bed, sipping the hot tea and just looking around the bedroom. Even though it was your bedroom, it felt more like it was theirs. The walls were covered with photos and achievements from their herowork and even some of their very own merch. You had your nursing degree hung up on the wall in the bedroom at one point, but now you saw the frame on the ground, broken. Broken just like your relationship with the heroes, you never dreamed it would come to this, but you should have known it would be a matter of time. 

Maybe everyone was right. You were just a third wheel in your own relationship, interrupting and taking up space and time away from both Katsuki and Eijiro from spending time together. Perhaps that was why they were gone so often, not because they had work, but because they wanted time away from you. You started to have trouble breathing and couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than the thoughts that ran through your mind. You were overthinking to the point you were having a panic attack. You tried to calm yourself in anyway possible, but nothing worked. Tears ran down your face as your mental state only worsened. With a shaky hand you sat the cup filled with tea, on the bedside table, before laying down in the bed, a sob escaping. You just laid in the bed and sobbed for what felt like hours before sleep consumed you. 

Days had passed and you only saw Kirishima once in that time span, and it was when he brought in some civilians into the hospital. He didn’t say anything to you, didn’t even smile for that matter, only nodded his head at you before rushing back out into the streets. In that time you never once saw Bakugou. Not out in public or at your shared place, at least you didn’t see him in person. You saw him and Kiri plenty of times on the television for the excellent jobs they did on saving folks and stopping villains, as well as the paparazzi snapping pictures of the two of them on dates. What would kill you was something that would come in the coming months. Actually it would be around your anniversary with them, they both were out and you were left alone on your day off. You cleaned and planned to cook a dinner for you all, even if they both had to reheat it later. You had the news playing in the background, wanting to make sure your boyfriends were okay and nothing was happening to them. That’s when you heard it, the news that broke your heart in two. You had peeked at the tv, seeing pictures the paparazzi took of both your boyfriends out, on what looked like a date. It was the picture that followed. Bakugou was down on one knee and proposed to Kirishima. You dropped the cup of tea that was in your hand as it shattered on the ground, though at that moment you could care less. 

You were happy for both of them but in this moment, you were hurting. You wish they talked to you about this or at least knew this was going to happen. You had hardly seen them in months and you were hurt and just tired of the neglect and the deep feeling that you were just a third wheel. The love they felt for you, in your mind, was long gone, for it they cared won’t they be here right now? Would they at least be home more often and spend time with you? You stopped cooking and left everything on the counter, you needed to get out and leave. The thought of being here and just holding them back pained you more than anything. You ran to the bedroom and packed up all the things you knew were yours, you didn’t want to carry or hold on to their stuff, it would only hurt you even more. You loaded up your car and locked the door to the place before walking out, leaving the key on the table with a note, a single goodbye. And off you went to go find a place to call your own. 

You moved in with your parents for the time being, as you looked for a place. They didn’t ask too many questions, at least your father didn’t, though your mother kept trying to pry and figure out what was going on and had happened. You kept pushing her away, saying you didn’t want to talk about it. You considered even being transferred to another hospital, but you decided against it. You secretly hoped and prayed you would get a call or a text from either of them, but you never heard from them. It was almost as if you were doing them a favor when you walked out that day. 

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It was another normal shift at the hospital, and you were treating a patient when the doors swung open, you kept stitching up the person as you told the person at the door to wait. 

“Y/N I don’t have time to fucking wait, we need to talk. Now.” An angry voice called out, and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You took in a deep breath, trying to fight back the tears that were wanting to spill out.  

“My apologizes Dynamight, but I am with a patient right now. If you’ll just give me a few more moments, I’ll be happy to discuss the issue you have.” You put on your customer service voice and face, pausing for a split second to turn and smile at your ex boyfriend. You heard him grumble as he walked out, slamming the door shut behind him. You apologized to the patient, but they were too awestruck to care. 

You walked out of the room when a hand grabbed you and pulled you away to an empty room. You went to protest, trying to explain that he shouldn’t be here, in the hospital or in this room. But you didn’t stand a chance, because as soon as you opened your mouth, he had already begun shouting. 

“Where the fuck have you been Y/N? Eijiro and I came home to find you and your stuff gone. We thought a villain had got you at first but soon realized you just left once we found the note. Are you really that much of a coward you had to break up and leave us via a note?” He shouted, his face red as could be. You hated yelling and being yelled at, but at this moment, you knew you had to stand your ground. 

“How else was I supposed to Bakugou? You and Kirishima are never home, I hardly ever see or hear from the two of you and when I do you hardly even notice I exist! I was a third wheel in my own fucking relationship!” You yelled back, tears rolling down your face. Though you weren’t sure if they were because you were hurting or you were just that angry. 

“We are pro heroes dumbass, we are gone a lot, having to save people. We can’t be there to baby you all the time. It isn’t just all about you, ya know. And god sorry we can’t give you the little happy fairytale love story you want, we can’t give you kisses in public or hug you cause…” 

You interrupted him, responded in almost a mocking tone. “Yeah cause the world doesn’t understand and it would put me in danger. Blah blah blah. I don’t care anymore, let me die or get kidnapped by some pathetic villains, if it means I get to actually see and get love from my own boyfriends.” 

You took a deep breath and went to look at him, when you felt a sharp pain in your cheek. He had slapped you. You grabbed your face, and started to cry even more so. You turned towards the door, ignoring his pleas and apologizes. Right as you stepped out of the door, you turned around briefly and whispered out, “Congratulations on the engagement by the way Dynamight, wish you all the best on a happy marriage.” 

After the argument, you went to your supervisor and told them a family emergency had come up and you needed to go right away, of course, they believed you and let you go home. You cried the entire car ride home, and busted through the doors to your parents sobbing. Your mom was the only one home, and upon hearing you come home she came to greet you, only to find you a sobbing mess on the floor. She held you close and comforted you, for once not trying to force you to talk about it.

It took some time, but as you calmed down you began to explain everything to your mother, going as far back as the days at UA. You told her about your past relationship with the two pro heroes and how it all crumbled and fell apart. You explained why you left them and the hospital incident that happened only mere hours ago. She stayed silent and listened, letting you speak and cry, only rubbing your back softly when you started to get worked up again. You finally got through the entire story and looked at your mom, your eyes puffy from all the crying. Her only response was pulling you into a tight hug, holding you close. 

“It may hurt now Y/N, but I promise you’ll find someone or several who love you and will appreciate you. Who will make time for you whether they are pro heroes or not. Heartbreak is never easy, but you can get through this, I’ll be here to help and support you until then.” She spoke out, giving you a smile before placing a small kiss on your forehead. You gave her a sad smile and hugged her again tightly. Sure you and your mom didn’t always get along, or agree on everything, but you knew at the end of the day she would always have your back. 

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A few more months had passed and you had moved out from your parents, getting an apartment of your own nearby. The past months had been rough but you had made it through, with the help of a therapist. She recommended you get an emotional support animal to help you feel less alone and help with the anxiety you suffered from. So that’s what you did, you got a cat, whom you named Ghost. Finally things were coming together for you, work was going well, you were healing from the mental pain, and you had a place of your own. 

You had just finished moving in, and were just putting things where they belonged, when you heard a faint knock on the door. You assumed it was your mother as she had been pestering you about helping you get settled, so you hollered that the door was unlocked, before you heard it open and close quietly. You finished putting a few things away in the kitchen before walking out to the living room hoping to see your mom, but instead greeted by the pro hero Red Riot, also known as your ex Eijiro Kirishima. 

“What...what are you doing here? How did you even find me? Only my mom knows I live here and she would never dare to give it to you,” You spat out at him, trying to hide your shaky hands. He stepped towards you and tries to pull you into a hug. Part of you wanted to hug him, dying to have this moment for oh so long. But the rest of you shoves him away and stares at him, anger filling your eyes. 

“You can’t show up after not talking to me or even acknowledging that I exist for months on end and then expect me to be all happy to see you. Hell, you still haven’t even told me how you found my fucking my apartment!!” You yelled, fighting back the tears that so desperately wanted to spill out. 

“Y/N...listen to me, first of all I’m a pro hero it isn't too hard to find your address, I am a pro hero, but your mom may have given it to me, after I did some explaining of course. Please, just let me explain and talk to you, after that you can kick me out and never speak to me again for all I care.” Kirishima said, looking at you, waiting for some confirmation that you would hear him out. You simply nodded and gestured for him to sit down on the couch. You sat down on the other end of the couch, staring at him, waiting for him to start. 

“We didn’t mean to leave you out, at first we did get busy and behind on hero work. Then we all just got busy and you seemed distant and well, Bakugou didn’t handle it well, and thought it would be best to do the same to you. I didn’t want to, but it just slowly happened. And soon enough we all had just distanced ourselves from each other, er well you seemed to have pushed us away while Bakugou and I pushed you away. We got consumed in ourselves as well as our hero work. And then everything else happened so fast and before we knew it, you were gone. At first we both thought we were going to be fine, and we went about our daily lives, but then it hit me. You were gone, and I knew it was my fault, well both of ours, Bakugou and I, anyway.” He paused and looked at you, and you looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with him. 

“Y/N, it’s not the same without you. I love Bakugou so much but god I love you so much too. It isn’t the same without you, it’s almost as if something or someone for that matter, is missing. And as tough as Bakugou tries to be, it’s clear he misses you too. You help hold us together, you are the glue in the relationship and without you we are falling apart. I don’t expect you to come running back and forgive us for the pain we put you through, but at least give us another chance, whether that means taking things slow or just at least talking to us again, anything?” He finished up what he was saying, and you felt his eyes burning a hole into your head with the intense stare. You glanced up and saw tears running down his face, and it pained you. A part of you so desperately wanted to hug him and just forgive him and Bakugou. But you couldn’t give in and go back that easily. 

“I’m sorry, I just need time. I loved you both, more than life itself, but if we were to get back together, I don’t wanna be the partner who is hidden, I don’t want to be the third wheel in my own relationship again, I can’t do that. I wanna go on dates with you and Bakugou. I wanna be able to hug you and kiss you when you come by the hospital. I want to feel like I’m in a relationship and feel involved! I want to feel loved again, like I felt when we attended UA.” You could no longer hold back the tears as the dam opened. “God Eijiro, I loved you so much. I wanted a future with you and Katsuki but we all fucked up, the relationship we had back in our UA days was nothing more than some high school romance. I just got in the way and became the third wheel in your relationship with Katsuki.” 

Kiri stared at you, almost as if he was at a loss for words, which you imagined he was. This was the first time you really opened up about all this. You knew you should have opened up about this sooner but how were you supposed to when both of them were gone constantly. You took the chance, as silence filled the room to wipe the tears off your face and do what needed to be done. 

“In due time, maybe we all can be friends, but I need time to heal and fix myself. And right now, that means I need you to leave Eijiro.” You stood up and watched him quietly do the same and leave. As soon as the door shut the dam broke all over again. Your heart shattered a second time because of the two pros, but it wouldn’t be healthy to just jump back in head first, without taking time to test the waters and relearn not only who they are but also relearn about yourself. You loved them both and a part of you yearned to be with them again, but for now, this was for the best. 

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

SECOND CHANCE

Prompt: Just some good old fluff with Finny boy

Word Count: Long, bitch! So fucking long

Pairings: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut (implied)

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @yungbludjazz360 , @starwithaheart

Notes: Found this in an old file (wrote this about two years ago, maybe?) But I kinda like this little story ❤️ If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉

A deep sigh of relief left my lips as I brushed my damp hair. I heard a commotion in the living room, and began to dread the potential fight I would have to break up between a four and six year-old over a remote control.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!” Caleb screamed in excitement, while bursting through my bedroom door like a maniac

“You’ll never believe who’s downstairs with us” He jumped with a cheeky smile

“Cal, who’s downstairs?” I ask worryingly, instinctively reaching for the gun that I kept in my nightstand

Caleb laughed and ran downstairs again.

As a homicide detective, my cop instincts combined with my motherly instincts took over me and I ran to the living room in only a tank top and panties, with my gun already aimed to shoot.

Although, the last person I thought I would see standing there, braiding my daughter Maeve’s hair in a style reminiscent of queen Elsa, and watching Caleb showing off his somersault technique was HIM…

That caught me off guard and he must have sensed it, because the first thing he did was look up.

“Hi” He said shyly

“What are you doing here, Finn?” I asked, putting my gun down on the dinner table

“I swear I didn’t break in” He laughed, attempting a joke

“What do you want?” I decided to ignore the small talk...there was no need for that, not after everything he did

“I have an injury. So I have some time off for a while and I wanted to stop by to see the kids and you” He whispered the last part

“Injury, huh? Is it bad?”

Even after everything he did, I couldn’t help but worry about his well being, you know, for the kids sake!...

Ok fine, I still love him, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“No, nothing serious. But I got two months off and I was excited to see my family” He looked at me when he said that

“Are you going to see your parents?”

“Yeah and I was thinking if it would be ok with you if I take the kids with me?”

“Of course! Why would I mind?”

His family was always very loving and kind to me, and we became very close once the kids were born. Sometimes I would take them to Ireland on my vacation so they could see their grandparents or they would travel to New York so they could see the kids.

“Because of...you know” He trailed off

“Neither your family or the kids have anything to do with that. I’m a grown woman, Finn. I know how to separate the sheep from the goat, ok?!”

I could feel the air becoming thicker with the tension, until Maeve said

“Mommy, why aren’t you wearing any pants? Are you feeling hot? I can get you the Japanese hand fan daddy gave it to me, if you’d like” She smiled

“Thank you buttercup, but that won’t be necessary. I’ll be right back”

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Now, properly dressed, I made my way towards the kitchen to get dinner ready.

“Do you need any help?” Finn asked from behind me

“No, thank you. You can go stay with the kids” I didn’t even bother to turn around to face him

“Y/N, can we talk?”

I sighed “There’s nothing worth talking about, Finn”

“Please?”

“What can you possibly say that will change what happened? Nothing! It will be a bunch of empty sorry’s and excuses, so let’s just save it, ok?!”

“It’s not empty, I truly am sorry”

“You should’ve thought that before you believed the bunch of lies she told you”

He opened his mouth to say something but Caleb began calling for him to go watch the cartoons with them.

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“Mommy, can daddy have dinner with us?” Maeve asked

“Of course, pumpkin. If he would like to”

“Yay” She screams “Daddy, come!” She beckoned him

The subjects of conversation at dinner were mostly controlled by the kids. They, as per usual, asked me how many bad people I had taken down that day, but also asked Finn about his traveling, which state or city he liked the most, the best foods he’d eaten, which LEGO set was he building, if the hotel beds were soft and ‘what about the blankets?’

“Alright, I know you two are very excited to see daddy, but we need to brush those teeth! So, let’s go kiddos” I got up from my chair

“I’ll do it” He grabbed both kids, resting one on each side of his hip and went up to brush their teeth

When he came back down alone, I give him a questioning look

“They’re asleep” He smiled softly

“Oh, you already put them down for bed?! Thank you” I said, cleaning the kitchen island.

He nodded “I just didn’t bathe them because they said you already did”

“Yeah, that’s the first thing I do when I get home. Or my mom does it for me if I get caught up in a case, but most of the time I do it”

“How’s work?” He asked, sitting down on one of the high benches.

“Good, Richard is my superior again, so he helps me a lot with my shifts, because of the kids” I smiled

“The old man is still working?” He laughed, amused

“Yeah, he already said he will only leave his badge when he’s dead” I cackled “How’s road life? Amazing, I presume”

“Nah, don’t let the bright lights fool ya” He laughed, bitterly “I love wrestling, being in the ring, performing for the audience, but once I pass through the curtains backstage it gets lonely” A little bit of sadness could be heard in his voice “It’s very lonely... it’s different from when I came back home to you and the kids. Now I just get back to an empty apartment, wishing I could get back home” He looks at me

“Finn, please”

“I love you! Why can’t we just try again?”

“Because no!”

“Why?” He pleaded

“Because you don’t know what it was like ok?! You don’t know how much it hurt me, the things you said, the fact that you believed some envious woman’s gossip about me having an affair with Lucas! He’s married for fuck’s sake! To a man!”

“I- I didn’t knew Lucas was gay, Y/N”

“Yeah, you didn’t! And why is that? Oh yeah, because you did not trust your own wife, all you saw was the fact that he is a man and my work partner so you just bought the assumption that woman sold you, choosing to believe her instead of me!”

“It wasn’t like that, ok?” He tried to explain

“It wasn’t like that, you say? When you were the one who came in here filled with accusations! Saying that I had an affair with him, that I cheated on you, that you wished you would’ve slept with half of the women who throw themselves at you everyday, doubting that those kids upstairs are yours, when they’re the fucking spitting image of you! You said all those horrible things, Finn. Not me!”

He stared at his knuckles as I continued, now crying

“How do you think that made me feel? To listen from my own husband how much he wished he had cheated on me. Bragging about all of the hot young women who are waiting to be fucked by a wrestler...You know it was always hard for me to accept that you wanted me and not some hot girl in the locker room, that you had chosen me, that I got lucky enough to not only marry a man who’s physically breathtaking but also such a beautiful person on the inside. And still, it was that same Prince Charming who became the frog! I never thought that” I had to stop myself from saying the next horrible words roaming through my mind

“You never thought that, what, Y/N?”

I shook my head

“Say it”

I shook my head again and he got up from the bench, coming to where I was standing

“Say it, love. I can take it”

“I don’t want to say it” I whispered as more tears rolled down my cheeks

“Shhh, it’s ok, love” Finn pulled my head to his chest “Please don’t cry, I hate when you cry” His arms are tightly locked around me, providing me the sense of comfort that only he could give. And I hated that!

“Let me go” I tried to push him away

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“Just don’t touch me” I said, shoving him away

He knew that I was closing him off, I could see it in his eyes

“Say it! You never thought that what?” He insisted, more forcefully this time

“I never thought that someday I would regret meeting you! Marrying you, starting a family with you. If I could do it all again, I wouldn’t!” I spat

“You wouldn’t?” He scooted closer

“No” I answered with venom in my voice, trying to turn my undying love for him into hatred

“But I would!” Finn said firmly

I shook my head in denial, as he cupped my cheeks in his calloused hands, making me look up to meet his blue eyes

“I would do it, all over again. Meeting you, dating you, marrying you, having kids with you, in the future seeing the kids graduate high school, college, be at their wedding, take our future grandkids to the park, and spend the rest of my life with you! I would choose you over and over and over again! I choose you everyday, Y/N”

I squeezed my eyes shut

“You’re lying! Stop lying, Finn” I whispered

“Am I though? Open your eyes and look at me. I was never able to hide ANYTHING from you, I can lie to anyone but you. You can always see through me, so just look at me and tell me if I’m lying. If I am, then I promise you, I’ll leave this house right now and you’ll never have to see me again! Just open your eyes” He kissed each closed eyelid

After a few minutes, I gathered the courage to finally look at him and I could only see love, regret, pain and truth.

“I love you Y/N and always will. Yes, I was dumb to listen to some random gossip and I’m paying the price for it, but the only thing I ask you is: please, don’t give up on us! I’ll give you whatever time you need, just promise me that we’ll fix it. That we’ll be together again...You, Caleb and Maeve are my life! I would die to save you in a blink, love. If I had to choose between your life or mine I would choose yours, becau-“

I placed two fingers on his lips

“Stop talking like that! You know I don’t like it. It attracts those bad vibes, you know?”

Finn lightly chuckled “But I mean it”

“Stop! I don’t like when you talk like that... I hate to think that something bad could ever happen to you. You know, because of the kids” I tried to hide my feelings

“And you wouldn’t miss me, not even a little bit?” He teased

“I miss you everyday” I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth when I realized what I just said

He smiled sweetly, leaning down to place sweet and innocent pecks all over my face.

Finn started on my forehead, then he went to my temples, followed by the cheekbones, apple’s of the cheek, jaw, chin, side of my lips. Finn pulled back to search for any resistance signs and when he found none, he kissed my lips. A lazy kiss, that grew more urgent by the minute.

“Fuck, I missed you so much” He moaned, now kissing my neck

“Finn, wait. Wait a minute” I tried to pull his head back by his hair but that only made him moan.

“Finn!” I said harshly, finally having his attention

“What’s wrong, love? Don’t you want it? I thought that-“

“Have you seen anyone since we broke up?” I asked, not even letting him finish his sentence

“We didn’t break up! You asked me for some time and-“

“Finn, just answer the fucking question please” I pleaded

“No, I haven’t been with anyone in those 8 months. Except for my hand when I look at your pictures” He smirked

“You’re so ridiculous” I whispered in relief as my arms circled his waist

“So...do you still want to make love?” He eagerly asked

“We never made love, Finny. We’ve always fucked senseless” I laughed

“No! We’ve always made love it’s just that we’re more frantic about it” He chuckled

“Ok, we sleep together and then what?” I asked

“Then you stay here and I go back to my apartment” He simply said

My heart sunk in my chest as a faint “Oh, ok” left my lips

“So I can pack my clothes and bring them back home” He said, as a devilish smile grew on his face “That’s of course, if you want me here”

“Asshole” I lightly punched his chest “I thought you just wanted a one night stand and that’s it. You scared me!”

Finn chuckled, beckoning me closer to him

“You could never be just a one night stand, love. You fuck too good to be just a one time thing” He winked

“So you just want me for my bedroom skills, huh?” I teased

“Yes and no” He giggled “Yes, because no other woman fucks like you do” He bit my neck, growling “And no, because there’s so much more about you than the bedroom” He hugged my waist “You’re my best friend, my nurturer, my supporter, the air that keeps me alive, my everything!” He kissed me passionately

“Can we try again? Start over and leave all that shit behind us?” He whispered

“If you promise me that if we get back together, you won’t listen to other people’s gossip and will come to me whenever you hear somethi-“

“Yes!” He pecked my lips excitedly, as a wide smile took over his face “I promise you, love! That’ll never happen again, you have my word!” He gave me a bear hug and spun me around the kitchen

“Finn!” I squealed, when we almost fell to the ground “We’re going to wake up the kids” I giggled

“Oh no, shhhh” He shut me up with a kiss “We can’t let that happen! Because as much as I love our children, I haven’t gotten any in eight months and I can’t wait to change that with you right now” He pushed us towards the couch and laid on top of me

“But I thought you were going to go and get your clothes”

“I don’t need clothes, woman! You know I like to sleep naked” He winked

And roamed his head down to...

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maybe it’s wrong to say i love you - part one

Part One: Cardigan

i knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss... i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs... So... this is a miniseries that was inspired by one of my many many jolex breakdowns. It is definitely going to be different from anything you've ever read so please enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments!

In this story, Jo was part of the original class of interns (MAGIC)

--Part 1--

-When you are young, they assume you know nothing-

“Hey! Wilson” 

Jo turned around and saw her fellow intern that Cristina had appropriately nicknamed Evil Spawn, “Yeah, Karev?”

Alex nodded and gave the woman a once over. “I just… I saw that you had trouble with that case today and I wanted to make sure you were alright. I know I can be an ass sometimes, but if you need someone to talk to about… whatever it is, you can talk to me. I was abused as a kid so I don’t know, maybe I can help you.” 

“It’s a long story,” Jo looked down to the ground. He was right. The case they were on today was really hard on her. They had treated a woman and her son who’d been abused by their husband/father. Jo had worked with the mother while Alex took care of the son. “I’ve never shared it with anyone before.”

“I’ve got time,” Alex cracked a smile. “Want to go with me to Joe’s? Drinks are on me.” 

Jo felt her lips curve up into a smile, “Okay.” 

————

-But I knew you-

-Dancin' in your Levi's-

-Drunk under a streetlight-

“Stop, Alex!” Jo let out a peel of laughter. “It’s pouring. We’re going to get sick.” 

“Who cares?” Alex’s drunken face lighting up as he stood in the rain and danced under the lights outside of Joe’s bar. “Jo, come on. Live a little. We passed our intern exams. We’re residents now!”

“No. I don’t want to get sick,” Jo shook her head, grinning despite herself. She looked at Alex, who had a mysterious glint in his eyes. Practically reading his mind, Jo held her hand out in protest. “No. No. Alex! Don’t you dare!” 

Sure enough, Alex surged forward and lifted Jo over his shoulder, running out into the rain. They laughed and Alex spun around a couple times before putting Jo back down. He looked down at her wide smile and couldn’t help but match it with one of his own, “You see. I told you it would be fun.” 

“You are a child,” Jo rolled her eyes, trying not to let on just how much she was enjoying the experience. Becoming friends with Alex had been an unexpected blessing. He’d broken down her walls and saved her from herself in so many ways. He knew her deeply, intimately. Every secret she’d ever held, he knew them. He was her person. A person who she was starting to develop inappropriate feelings for. Which is why she was trying so hard to not get wrapped up in all of the butterflies currently coursing through her. “But you’re right. It was a lot of fun.”

“You see, I’m right sometimes,” Alex walked over and wrapped his jacket over her now shivering frame. His feelings for Jo had snuck up on him. She had just been a friend that he enjoyed spending time with, a friend that he knew he could tell anything to. She made him better and saw through all of the facades he’d put up. He loved her. He was sure of that. Maybe what he was about to do next would screw it all up, but he didn’t care. He was willing to take the risk. So, that’s why he leaned in a bit closer and took a deep breath. “And I really hope I’m right about this.” 

If you asked them about it later, they’d probably both laugh at how cheesy the whole thing was. A first kiss under the rain, outside their favorite bar, illuminated by the streetlights, gasping for air as they broke apart, staring at each other in wonder. 

“So, was I right?” Alex asked breathlessly, eyes flitting back down to Jo’s lips. 

“Yeah, you were right.”

————

-I knew you-

-Hand under my sweatshirt-

-Baby, kiss it better-

“Wow,” Jo sighed breathlessly. “That might be some of your best work yet.” 

“You think?” Alex grinned and propped himself up on one elbow. He took one of Jo’s hands and laced it with his own. “I aim to please.” 

“You are way too proud of yourself,” Jo chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss him again. “I could lay here all day.” 

“Me too,” Alex smiled and ran his free hand up and down her bare back. “Hopefully no one will page us for a while.” 

“Yeah right,” Jo snorted. “We’re on-call in the middle of the night with no attendings around. We’re going to be getting paged every two seconds.”

“Ugh, I know,” Alex huffed. “One can hope.”

-And when I felt like I was an old cardigan-

-Under someone's bed-

-You put me on and said I was your favorite-

They laid there in silence for a few minutes when Alex spoke up again, “You know, we could do this more often if we just decided to be together.” 

“Alex,” Jo sighed. “You know why we can’t really be together. You know why I can’t give you more than I’m giving you right now.”

“Jo, I already told you that I don’t care about Paul. I love you and I want to be with you and only you,” Alex stared at her intensely. 

“You say that as if you aren’t also sleeping with Izzie,” Jo muttered quietly. Alex looked at her in shock. She let out an unamused laugh. “Yeah. I know that you’re sleeping with her again.” 

“Jo--”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jo shook her head. “We’re not a couple. We’re… you’re my best friend. And I’m still legally married to that asshole, so maybe it’s better that you see Izzie.” 

“One day, you’re gonna be free and I’m gonna get my crap together and we’re gonna be together. We’re gonna be a family. I promise you. I’ll wait for you,” Alex pressed a kiss on her shoulder. 

Jo looked up at him with a soft expression on her face, “Okay.” 

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-Chase two girls, lose the one-

“No! No, you said you’d wait for me,” Jo shook her head and paced up and down in the empty exam room. “Alex you said, that you love me” 

“I do! I do love you, Jo,” Alex paused. “But--”

“But you love Izzie, too. You’ve fallen in love with her these past few months and you don’t know how to deal with that right now,” Jo stated, eyes watering. “Please… please don’t do it.” 

“Jo, I have to,” Alex looked down sadly. “She’s dying. She’s sick and dying and maybe, just maybe, I can take away a little bit of her pain. I can do this for her. I can give her the wedding of her dreams.” 

-You drew stars around my scars-

-But now I'm bleedin'-

“I’ll file for divorce from Paul! I’ll do it,” Jo exclaimed desperately. “If it’s marriage you want, I’ll file for divorce. Even though I'm terrified that he will come find me, I will do it for you. Please, Alex. You promised.” 

“I know, I know I promised,” Alex swallowed back a few tears. “I hate than I’m breaking my promise to wait for you. I hate that I’m hurting you. But please, I need you to love me enough to let me do this for her. Let me make her last few months a little less miserable. And then, who knows? Maybe you and I will have a chance one day. But right now, I need a best man and I’d hoped you’d be it.” 

Feeling like she was going to vomit, Jo fought against the bile that was threatening to come up and nodded despite herself, “Okay.”

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-'Cause I knew you-

-Steppin' on the last train-

-Marked me like a bloodstain-

“Jo,” Izzie’s voice cut through the dark stillness. “What are you doing?”

“I—uh… I’m leaving,” Jo breathed out quietly. 

“What? Why?” Izzie stood up from her spot on the couch.

“Why are you down here?” Jo attempted to change the subject. 

“I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about George,” Izzie whispered, a sad look crossing her face. She looked back up. “Now, answer my question.”

“I have to go,” Jo clutched her bags tightly and shook her head. “I have to get out of here… I can’t—I can’t stick around.”

“Because of me and Alex, right?” Izzie’s face turned downcast. “You can’t leave. You’re his person. His best friend. He needs you.” 

“I can’t,” Jo shook her head and felt her tears threatening to fall. “I can’t stay because I’m in love with him. I’m so in love with him that it hurts to see him with you. It was okay for a moment there, when you were dying and Alex told me he wanted to do this for you. Because, you were dying and you’re my friend and I care about you. Now you’re getting better—and I’m grateful for that I truly am, because I love you and I want you to live. I want you to be able to see your career grow and have kids and grandkids. I want you to thrive and beat cancer’s ass. But you living, means that I can’t and won’t ever get Alex. Because he’s good. He may be an ass and a douche and a jerk at times, but he’s good and loyal and he loves you and he will stay with you.”

The women stood in silence for a minute before Izzie spoke up, “He loves you more.”

“Maybe,” Jo shrugged simply. “But that doesn’t matter. He made a commitment to you and he will stick to it, because that’s who he is. He’s honest and kind.” 

“If you’re so sure of that, why do you have to leave?” Izzie furrowed her brows. “You’ll only hurt him if you disappear.” 

“I’ll hurt him more if I stick around. I’ll hurt me more if I stick around,” Jo paused, finally losing her fight with the tears she was trying so hard to keep from falling. “I need to leave, because if I don’t—I don’t know if I’ll recognize myself if I stay. I might drown in that pain. All my presence does is cause pain. It’s a painful reminder of what could’ve been. And you don’t deserve that when you’re trying to build a marriage and a life together.”

-Tried to change the ending-

-Peter losing Wendy, I-

“Jo, please there has to be some other way—“

“There isn’t. Izzie, I can’t breathe,” Jo cried. “I can’t breathe here… I’ve never let myself get attached to people. I always ran before they could leave me because abandonment sucks. It’s all I’ve ever known. But then I started working here, and I met you guys, and I formed a family. A family that has helped and supported me through some of the worst days of my life. This is where I became a doctor. This is where I made connections. This is where I fell in love. So, trust me when I tell you, that leaving feels like I’m ripping part of my heart out and leaving it behind. But staying? I can’t stay. And I hope that you can support me in this one last thing.”

“I don’t like it, but…” Izzie wrapped Jo in a tight hug. “Please be careful.”

“Will you give this to Alex for me?” Jo handed Izzie an envelope. “I just—I can’t face him, but he should hear it all from me.”

“Of course,” Izzie nodded and released Jo from her embrace. “Okay. Now, go before I change my mind and yell at everyone to stop you.”

-I knew you-

-Leavin' like a father-

-Running like water, I-

————

-But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss-

-I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs-

“Hey, good morning,” Alex said as he walked down the steps and gave his wife a quick kiss. “What are you doing up so early?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Izzie answered simply. 

“That sucks,” Alex commented quietly and tied his sneakers. “Do you know if Jo’s up? I was gonna go for a run and wanted to see if she wanted to join me.”

“Alex.”

“What?” Alex looked at Izzie and flashed her a crooked grin. 

“Jo left early this morning,” Izzie was wringing her hands nervously. 

“She went to the hospital already?”

“No,” Izzie let out a breath. “Alex… I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Alex shook his head. 

“Jo’s gone. She left last night and she asked me to give you this,” Izzie held the letter out in front of him. 

“What do you mean she’s gone? Jo wouldn’t leave. This is her home. We’re her family. She’s my—she’s my best friend. She wouldn’t leave and not tell me,” Alex furrowed his brow. 

“Alex… she’s gone.”

“No… no. No, dammit! Why didn’t you stop her?” Alex exclaimed. “She—I… where did she go? Iz, you have to tell me.”

“She didn’t say,” Izzie looked down sadly. “She just said that she was sorry and to give you this letter.”

Alex nodded his head slightly and finally took the letter from her hand, walking out the front door. He paced up and down the porch for a few minutes before taking a seat on the swing out front. With shaking hands and tearful eyes, he took a deep breath and opened the letter.

Dear Alex, 

The last thing on earth I wanna do is hurt you, but I’m leaving. I'm sorry. You deserve more than a letter. And this right here, this cowardice, this letter? It's officially the worst thing I've ever done. But it's about me, Alex. It's not about you. It's not what you deserve. You deserve and have earned so much better than this. I love you, Alex. I love that you are resilient and bold, and no matter what you go through, you never let it hold you back. It makes you stronger, kinder. You made me stronger. You loved me for exactly who I was, and I loved you. I love you. Maybe it's not fair to say that, but it's true. What's also true is that you're in love with Izzie. 

I used to imagine this whole life for us. One day, when I finally got my divorce from Paul and you decided to stop playing the field, we'd get married. We'd buy a big house in a nice neighborhood and have kids. So many kids. They'd be happy and loved and spoiled and have everything we never had growing up. 

I had never pictured that kind of life with anyone else. Before you, the thought of being a mom scared the crap out of me. I didn't think I'd be a good one. I didn't feel safe enough with anyone to even entertain that possibility before you. But you tore down all my walls and became my best friend. 

Now you're living this life - the life I pictured - with Izzie. And I'm happy for you. I truly am. Because this is what you've always wanted. You wanted a wife and a family, and now you have it. With Izzie. I'm sorry I couldn't give you what you wanted. I'm sorry I was too scared to go all-in with you. I'm sorry I'm running away.

I can't stay here. Even though I'm happy for you and Izzie, I can't stay here and watch her live the life I was supposed to have with you. It hurts too much. That's why I left. That's why I can't come home. I'm not coming home, Alex. I can't face you. I can't look you in the eye because I wouldn't be able to walk away. And I have to. I have to walk away if I want to survive, if I ever want to get over you. Honestly, I'm not sure I ever will, but I have to try. You have to try.

Maybe it’s wrong to say I love you, but thank you for making me better and taking care of me when I needed it. Oh, you deserve everything good in this life, Alex. I hope you and Izzie have the happiest life together. Thank you. I'm sorry. I don't know how to end this. I don't want to. 

Goodbye.

Alex struggled to hold back his tears as he read the letter. This was his fault. He brought this upon himself. In trying to help Izzie and give her something to live for, he'd caused the most important person in his life unimaginable pain. Maybe it wasn't fair to say that Jo was the most important person in his life considering he had a wife that he loved, but it was the truth. Jo had rescued him. She healed him and brought life back into his eyes. The past two years, she'd always been around. She encouraged him and made him a better person. He wasn't sure if he remembered how to live without her constant presence and the sound of her laughter brightening the room. He didn't want to live without her.

After a few moments, Alex walked back inside the house, eyes red-rimmed. Izzie looked up from her bowl of oatmeal and sighed, "You okay?"

"No," Alex shook his head. "But I will be."

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-I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired-

Over the next few months, Izzie had improved tremendously. She’d even returned to work and was performing surgeries again. She and Alex moved out of the frat house and into Derek’s old trailer in the woods and were attempting to work on their relationship--which needed a lot of work if they were being honest. Maybe it was the stress of the cancer or the hospital merger or the death of a friend and the disappearance of another one, but Alex and Izzie couldn’t help but argue constantly. It didn’t take away from the fact that they loved each other, but they certainly were less than compatible, a fact they were just coming to realize. They were dangerously close to falling apart and they both knew it, despite hiding their issues from their friends.

What really drove the nail in the coffin was when Izzie was fired. Having heard about her getting cut from the program, Alex rushed over to the residents’ lounge to find her before she did anything stupid. He caught her just as she was stuffing her things into her bag, scrambling frantically, almost as if she were trying to leave in a haste. 

“Izzie!” Alex reached out and grabbed her arm, causing her to pause. “Iz, I heard what happened. I’m so sorry. We can talk to the board. We can make an appeal. It’s not fair for Webber to fire you. You’re not back fully. You’re still getting better.”

“Alex get the hell off of me,” Izzie pulled her arm away and glared in his direction. “This is all your fault.” 

“My fault? How is this my fault?” Alex scrunched his face in confusion.

“You told Webber that you were worried about my ability to do my job! Of all the people, I thought you’d at least have my back!”

“I talked to Webber to help you,” Alex furrowed his brows. “I told him that you needed this. You need this job because you need something to look forward to. I told him to go easy on you when making this decision because you’re trying to recover.”

“Well, you trying to help just made things worse! This was all I had left, Alex! How could you jeopardize it?” Izzie was livid, shaking with anger. 

“All that you have left?” Alex raised his voice. “Really? Well, it’s nice to see where I stand on your list of priorities. You have me. I do everything for you. I gave up everything for you.” 

“Oh please,” Izzie scoffed. “Don’t talk to me about priorities and what you gave up for me.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

“I know you blame me for Jo leaving! I know that even though you married me and stood with me, I’m not your priority. I know that Jo was and will always be the number one person in your life,” Izzie flailed her arms. “That’s why this job is the only thing I had left. Because I never had you. You always have been and always will be hers.” 

“Iz, I’m trying,” Alex bowed his head. “I’m trying to be a good husband, please. You have to give me a chance to get over her.”

“No, Alex. I know you’re trying to be good, but we can’t keep doing this. We are horrible for each other! I’m done. I’m done with this place. I’m done with this marriage. I’m done, Alex. We’re over. Just let me leave,” Izzie placed a hand on Alex’s face. “Please. I don’t have anything left for me here. Denny died, George died, I got sick and almost died, I got fired. I can’t stay here anymore.” 

 “Fine. Leave. Run away and don’t come back,” Alex’s mouth curled up into a scowl and he huffed. “I could’ve--I could be with Jo right now! But because I hurt her, she left and didn’t tell me where she was going. I have no idea where she went or if I’ll ever see her again. And it’s all because I was trying to be a good husband to you. Because I’ve given everything of myself and changed so that you could be happy. And this is how you repay me?”

“I’m sorry, Alex but I’ve made up my mind. This is my decision. I am leaving and hopefully one day you’ll see that this was what was best for both of us,” Izzie picked up her bag and made her way towards the door. She turned to look at Alex again, “I’m going to go pack my stuff in the trailer and I’ll be gone before you get back from work tonight.” 

-I knew I'd curse you for the longest time-

-Chasin' shadows in the grocery line-

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[let-me-love-you-loki]

Hoping Too Late

I would never get enough of the days that Matt and Nick were home from running loops. Sometimes, it felt like I only saw them a week for every month. It had certainly taken some getting used to, and, early on, Matt had promised me he would understand if the life were too much for me. That alone had been enough for me to work hard to keep our relationship together. It didn’t hurt that I knew the moment I lost Matt, I would lose Nick, too.

           But that had been over a year ago, and Matt and I were two months away from getting married. I’d gotten used to the long absences, training myself to be awake at any given time based on where they were so I could talk to them. FaceTime conversations were a multi-time a day occurrence. The boys shared a room to save money, so sometimes Matt and I spoke in whispers while he sat on the edge of the bathtub.

           Almost as soon as he proposed, we started talking about our future plans. Matt’s proposal had taken place on the roof of his apartment complex, but he was desperately certain that we would have a real home when we married. He and Nick went looking, searched for a few months, and then decided to buy houses right next to one another. Matt wanted it to be a surprise, but Nick snuck some pictures of the house. I fell in love with it the second I saw it. And, guiltily, I was secretly desperately happy that the younger Jackson would be so close.

           But buying a house wasn’t the only thing Matt wanted to talk about. We spent hours thinking and talking about what our life would be like. Not long after we started dating, Matt insisted that I be the one to design their shirts and other merchandise. Nick would joke and say that they were making more money on merch now than they did before they met me. It was a fun use of my art degree, and I loved seeing the boys so happy with the things I came up with. The family business was booming… just without the family.

           I’d spent a long time thinking about marriage and family and everything that came with it. The more I let the idea simmer in the back of my mind, the more I found myself wanting everything—the house, toys spread all over the place, kids with their mess, their stress—more than I’d ever wanted anything before. My dreams were suddenly taken over with the image of cherubic babies with Matt’s dark hair and laughing eyes.

***

           It was a few days before the wedding, and the three of us were sitting at a table on the patio of Cheesecake Factory. My mother, sister, brother-in-law, and niece were in town, and it felt as if we were hurtling toward the wedding day. I couldn’t explain it, but I had a deep desperation to keep Nick close. There was a cloud hanging over me, as if the moment Matt and I said I do Nick would no longer be part of my life. It didn’t matter that I knew—logically at least—that he would always be around. But it wouldn’t be the same.

           I snuck a forkful of the raspberry swirl cheesecake on Nick’s plate and grinned. “Have you got your speech ready?”

           He smiled back and pushed the plate toward me. His eyes were bright and crisp, a blue like chips of ice. “I’m going to wing it. Might even cut a promo on you two.”

           Matt laughed and leaned back in his chair. He reached over and took my hand in his. “Make sure you mention the family business. And the family that’s coming, too.”

           Nick sputtered his drink, coughing hard. “Excuse me?”

           I felt the heat burn all over my face. My heart smashed against my ribs. Matt looked perfectly serene as he smiled at his brother. “Mom and Dad are itching for grandkids. And I wouldn’t mind having a kid or two.”

           Matt’s fingers slid up my wrist and along my forearm. A shiver went up my spine, and I knew my face was burning even more brightly than before. I nipped my lip and glanced up at Nick, my stomach turning sideways as I saw the look in his blue eyes.

Nick

           I didn’t know what to say. Honestly, I couldn’t find the words to describe the thoughts going through my head at that moment. Matt had always talked about wanting kids. It was an easy thing for him to imagine. Theoretically, I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that Y/N and Matt would have kids someday. But that had always been that kind of far away possibility. Not something that would be happening anytime soon.

           Y/N’s face was bright red, and she didn’t want to look at me. Her eyes were turned away, the color creeping down her throat in splotches. I watched her draw her bottom lip between her teeth. She was so completely beautiful that it hurt. More so because I knew that that I would never be able to tell her.

           Before I could stop myself, my thoughts conjured up an image of her that I knew I would never forget. I saw her, backlit from sun streaming through a huge window, gauzy dress fluttering around her body. Her hair hung in soft curls against her shoulders, the light making it seem as if she had a halo around her head. Every care and edge of her was smoothed into an ethereal image of her with her hands cradled protectively around her stomach, round and full with the child that grew inside her.

           My heart squeezed so hard that it nearly choked me. Acidic tears burned my eyes as a mix of sadness and wistfulness ran through me. The sheer beauty of the image made me feel as if my chest was going to crack open with the force of my emotion. I couldn’t deny that I wanted to see Y/N beautiful and glowingly pregnant.

           But I would never admit that I wished it was mine.

Matt

           Y/N blushed so red that I was sure I could have toasted a marshmallow from the heat coming off her face. Goosebumps rose along her arms, following the trail of my fingers along her flesh. She was beautiful in her embarrassment, although I couldn’t honestly understand why. We’d talked for months about what we wanted our future to be. She’d been the one to bring up kids, to talk names and dreams of a house full of our children.

           It shouldn’t have been a surprise that we’d talk about it with Nick. He was my brother, my best friend. And they had long been best friends too. Why was she so shy about talking about it in front of him?

           I turned my attention from my wife-to-be to my brother. Nick was watching her with a strange sort of awe. His eyes were glued to her face. There was something about the way that he looked at her—a strange mix of sadness and peace and wistfulness and happiness. Nick’s fingers clenched into a fist before he drew a deep breath and forced them to relax. I watched the way he tapped them against the tabletop, each movement seeming to draw his hand closer to hers unconsciously.

           For a moment, my brother looked as if he were about to be sick. He drew another deep breath and swallowed hard. Then he smiled. “Promise you’ll name your son after me?”

           Y/N laughed nervously, tucking her hair behind her ears. I slid my fingers between hers. “Of course.”

***

           We’d been married for less than forty-eight hours when Matt tugged me down on the hotel sofa between him and Nick. The memory of that first night—and yesterday, and last night, and this morning—made me feel warm and happy. Nick gathered me back against his chest, wrapping his arms around me. He nuzzled his nose along the side of my neck before leaving warm kisses below the curve of my jaw just under my ear. Matt turned sideways to look at the two of us, a contented smile settling on his lips.

           “Are you happy?” Matt asked, reaching out to stroke his fingertips along my cheek. The pad of his thumb swept the flesh of my lower lip. I fought the urge to lick my lips and flick my tongue against his thumb. His brown eyes darkened, pupils dilating slightly, as if he knew exactly what was going on in my head. “Honestly?”

           I grinned until I thought my face would crack in half. “Happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

           Nick’s arms tightened around me as he kissed me again. He settled his hands low on my belly as he nuzzled against my shoulder. He gathered me close in a way that made my heart skip a beat in my chest.

           “I know we’ve talked about it before—you and me—but…” Matt said nervously, running his hand over his hair. I watched him tug at the strands caught up in the knot at the back of his head. “But I think we should talk about it again. Since there’s three of us involved with this now.”

           “What is it?” I asked frantically, feeling a weight settle deep in the pit of my stomach. “What’s wrong?”

           “Nothing’s wrong, Sunshine,” Nick whispered against my throat. “Nothing’s wrong, we promise.”

           The ache in my chest settled. “Then what…?”

           Matt moved closer until I was caught between the two of them. His palm cradled my cheek. A small, mischievous, hopeful smile tipped the corners of his mouth upward. Nick’s fingers drew gentle patterns on the flesh beneath his hands. The warmth of his breath settled against my throat as he rested his chin against my shoulder.

           “You wanted to have a family once… we me,” Matt said quietly. His brown eyes softened in question. As if he thought that I’d changed my mind. His gaze flicked to the side, settled on his brother. “Things have changed since then.”

           “I’ll understand if you want to keep it that way,” Nick murmured, his voice sad and faint. “I promised you I won’t get int the way, and I meant it. Whatever makes you happy, makes me happy.”

           I turned in Nick’s arms before I gave myself time to think. Matt’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he moved back to give me room. My fingers cradled Nick’s jaw, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “How could you think that? I love both of you more than you could ever know. You’ve given me the chance to have everything I’ve ever wanted. What makes you think that doesn’t include children? With both of you?”

           I heard Matt chuckle from behind me and turned to see him grinning at Nick. “He’s stubborn. And he needed to hear it from you.”

           My arms slipped around Nick, pulling him close to that I could whisper in his ear. I reminded him of that first night—the wedding night—and how I thought I’d made myself clear with my intentions. Heat rushed into me at the memory of the first time he touched me, the first time he kissed me without guilt or shyness.

           “And, if all else fails, we can have a lot of fun trying…”

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Whatever it Takes

Covert Love Chapter 21

It’s finally over 😥! The final chapter of Covert Love is upon us. Y’all have been amazing with your love for this story and it makes me so happy! Thank you for all the encouragement and love 😁. I need to credit the amazing @thedistantdusk​ for all her help with this story! Literally the best person ever!! 

This chapter title is based on Whatever it Takes by Imagine Dragons. 

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“ Hey, Prue. Long time no see .”

 Harry’s entire body turned to ice at those words, at that voice. He’d know that voice anywhere. It was in all his dreams of the future, in every daydream his mind concocted, and it was the voice that made him feel safe with every word spoken. Except for those six words. Except for in this moment where he was tied up by a lunatic who had a crazy obsession with the love of his life (who happened to be the owner of the voice). 

 He tried to turn, to look at her, but the rope Prue had tied around him stopped him from turning more than ninety degrees. But even with that limited angle, Harry was able to see Ginny standing in the kitchen doorway, her palms out. 

 Prue’s shoulders tensed at the familiar voice. She spun around slowly, her eyes sharp as steel as she stared at the person. “ Well , I didn’t expect to see you here , my dear.”

 Ginny’s laugh was humorless. “I could say the same for you, Prue.” She moved forward slowly, her gaze locked on Prue. “How about we catch up. I think we have a few things to talk about.”

 The laughter that came out of Prue was manic, raising the hairs on his arm. “What is there to talk about, Ginevra? You were supposed to stay at my house. Actually.” Prue’s brow knit together. “How did you get here? France isn’t a short trip.”

  France ! Harry’s mind faltered at the word. Prue had taken Ginny all the way to France! They hadn’t even spread their search past the United Kingdom. At the rate they had been going… Nope ! Harry needed to focus on what was going on right in front of him, not some what-if situation. 

He took a deep breath, which wasn’t an easy task due to the gag shoved in his mouth. Ginny had moved to stand only a few meters away from him. She was so close he could almost touch her (if it weren’t for the rope pinning his arms to the back of the chair). Every part of him ached to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her. Of course, all the relief he felt at seeing her was numbed by the situation they were in. Yet all his body craved was a chance to hold her in his arms. 

 “So, care to tell me why you’re here in my brother’s house?” Ginny asked as if she were merely discussing the most recent rainfall. “I assume you have a reason for showing up uninvited to their lovely home.”

 “Well, I had to meet this adorable niece you keep raving about!” Prue lofted Victoire a little higher in her arms, making the little girl whimper. “And of course I thought, why not having a cup of tea with the family while I was at it, but for some reason the moment I showed up everyone got rather tense. Including your little boy toy over there.” She jerked her chin at Harry. 

 “I can’t imagine why.” Ginny’s tone oozed sarcasm. “People tend to respond poorly to surprise visitors, Prue.” 

 Prue stared at Ginny for a few seconds before her lips curled into a condescending smile. “You may be right there, my friend. Next time I’ll have to remember to send an owl. But until then…” Prue twisted the blade in her hand ever so slightly, making it dig into Victoire’s skin a little more. “How about we all settle down for a lovely chat.” 

 “Should I go make that tea?” Ginny asked, her tone still level as if they were talking about morning broom traffic over Dublin. If Harry didn’t know Ginny as well as he did, he might have been fooled by her aloof attitude. But if there was one thing in this world Harry was proud to understand was Ginny Weasley. The way her fingers twitched every few seconds, the stiff way she stood, and the tension in her jaw… Ginny was nowhere near relaxed.  

 Ginny had told him stories about her tremendous acting skills. As a child, she’d used it to get an extra biscuit or get one of her brothers in trouble instead of herself, but Harry hadn’t yet been graced with a presentation of her skills. But as he watched her go toe to toe with Prue he decided she was as good as she’d claimed, maybe even better.

 Prue’s head tilted to the side, as if considering Ginny’s offer. After a few moments, Prue shook her head. “Why don’t you take a seat beside your brother?” She jerked her chin to Bill. “Best seat in the house. You’ll be able to see everyone and everything .” 

 Again, if Harry wasn’t adept in watching Ginny he would have missed the way her neck tensed as she swallowed hard. “Oh? And what will I be privy to seeing?”

 The wicked smile that turned Prue's lips made Harry's heart pound against his ribs. Her eyes fell onto him. "Something that should have happened a long time ago."

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 Harry bit his tongue as the steel blade ripped into his leg. He refused to give her the satisfaction of showing how much pain he was in. Prue's cuts were precise and deep. Every swipe of her knife sent fire shooting through his body. 

 The first few cuts hadn’t been so bad, but after Prue’s twentieth slice Harry had given up keeping count. He’d closed his eyes after the tenth slash. At first he'd kept his gaze locked with Ginny, who was straight across from him, her arms and legs bound, but after the tears started falling silently down her cheeks Harry couldn’t look any more. She had tried to stay strong for him, but he saw her wince at every mark Prue made. 

 “You know,” Prue’s voice was higher than normal as she spoke somewhere to his left. The amusement was too clear in her tone. “This could all stop if you acknowledge your true calling, Ginny.”

 Harry slowly opened his eyes to see Ginny’s pinched face, clearly trying to hold back any more tears. When she spoke, the tremble in her voice made Harry’s gut clench. “I don’t know what you mean, Prue. I’ve never known what you meant by that!”

 Prue made a tisking noise with her tongue as she tapped the blade of the knife against the side of Harry’s chair. “I was afraid you’d say that.” Harry didn’t even see her hand move but rather felt the sting of the blade as the wound opened on his bicep. Prue let out a high pitched laugh that made every hair on Harry’s body stand on end. “ Whoops .”

 Harry forced himself to breathe through the pain. He looked over at Ginny who looked ready to crawl her way to Prue to kill the woman. The way Ginny’s eyes burned with rage… Harry had never seen her emit such anger. He’d seen her angry a time or two, but this… this was a level of intensity that would make Harry cower if the look was direct at him. 

 “Prue.” Ginny’s voice had lost all its false serenity. Now her fury washed off her like tidal waves. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about! So why don’t you stop this insanity!”

 Prue just shook her head as she circled around Harry, like a bloodthirsty shark. She let the knife tip graze over Harry’s body as she went around. His shoulder, bicep, arm, thigh. An uncontrollable shiver ran down Harry’s spine every time the blade touched bare skin. 

 “I’m disappointed to hear you say that.” Prue stopped so she stood directly behind him. Harry watched the knife skim over his arm to hover over his neck. “And I’m sure boy wonder here is feeling… discouraged by your inability to grasp your true self.”

 Harry stared at Ginny, willing her to look at him. There were so many things he needed to tell her. How this wasn’t her fault, how much he needed her to stay safe, how much he loved her… He prayed that she could understand all that just by looking him in the eye. But she didn’t take her gaze off Prue. 

 “I swear if you kill him -'' Ginny's jaw clenched as she pursed her lips so tightly together that the skin around them became impossibly white. Her chest was heaving as she struggled against her bounds. “Just take me instead. Forget about them… about him.”

 He could feel Prue’s body as she stood stiffly behind him. Harry could imagine her staring at Ginny with that cold, calculating look. When she spoke her tone was that of a soothing parent, yet her words sent another round of shivers down Harry’s spine. “No, sweetie , you need to be taught a lesson and I think this is the only way.” 

 The tip of the blade dug into Harry’s skin. He sucked in a deep breath. Harry wasn’t afraid to die. No, in his line of work he’d accepted his death might come at a young age. But to die knowing Ginny would still be in danger… it made a claw seize his heart in a tight hold. 

 He could feel Prue’s fingers at the side of his neck as she started to let the blade slide along his skin millimeter by millimeter. Harry closed his eyes, wishing he’d been given more time. Time to fulfill his dreams with Ginny. The dreams of getting married, having children, growing old together and getting to watch their grandkids play as they sat on their back porch. 

 Then suddenly the pain lessened to nearly nothing. Harry briefly wondered if she’d somehow killed him instantly. But the logical part of him knew that was nearly impossible with a neck slash. Then the noise of a scuffle reached his ears. He opened his eyes to see the bloody knife laying on his lap while Ginny and Fleur wrestled with Prue. 

 He had no idea how the two women had escaped their binds but apparently while Prue had been busy with him, they’d been doing their own work. Ginny’s fist connected with Prue’s cheek bone, making the woman cry out in pain. Fleur had focused on Prue’s feet, knocking her to the ground.

 Ginny followed Prue to the ground. Straddling her waist while her knuckles slammed into Prue’s nose, making blood gush instantly. Prue howled in rage and pain, however she didn’t give up easily. She kicked out, knocking Fleur away from the tussle. 

 Harry struggled against his binds. He needed to help Ginny. Fleur rushed over to him, grabbing the knife from his lap. “ Une seconde, chérie ,” she said before hurrying off to free Bill’s ties. 

 Normally, Harry would have been offended at Fleur’s choice to free Bill first. But he had to figure his appearance didn’t inspire confidence in being ready for a fight. Hell, without the adrenaline coursing through his system, Harry was almost certain he would have blacked out. He did a quick visual inspection of himself. His once-white shirt was now a dark red and his blue jeans now had darker stains tinting numerous spots. Yeah, he didn’t exude ready for combat . 

 Harry’s focus was divided between the two groups. To his left Fleur, sliced every braid on the binds that held Bill. To his right, Ginny had Prue pinned to the ground, both women fighting with a fury rarely seen even on a battlefield. For every punch Ginny landed, Prue claws marked Ginny’s skin. 

 Everything was moving so quickly that Harry’s mind could hardly keep up. One second, there were three strands of rope binding Bill, then there was nothing. At the same time, Prue’s right hook connected perfectly with Ginny’s temple, making the red head fall backwards. Ginny’s loss of balance was all Prue needed. She pushed Ginny off her, springing to her feet faster than Harry expected. 

 He could see the short lived debate in Prue’s eyes, to run or to fight. It wasn’t more than a second before her flight instincts took control. She bolted towards the kitchen, but Bill was hot on her heels. With a tackle that would have made a rugby player proud, Bill took Prue down to the hardwood floor. 

 That was when he noticed Fleur had begun to cut his ropes. She was already to the last knot before he’d noticed. Then he was free and on his feet. He reached into his back pocket where he kept a pair of muggle zip ties that he crafted into handcuffs. Bill had Prue face down into the floor, giving him easy access to her wrists. 

 Prue was screaming unintelligibly into the floor, her body wiggling under Bill, but he outweighed her by nearly five stone, making her struggle for escape practically pointless. 

 After Harry pulled the ties tight, he rose to his feet, Bill locked eyes with him. “I’ve got her.” his voice was like sandpaper, but his eyes were steady. “Go check on everyone.” 

 It took Harry a moment to think past the fact they’d caught Prue to remember that there were others in the room. He turned around to see if Ginny was still on the floor where Prue had knocked her, but she’d risen to stand beside Fleur. The two women were trying to comfort a crying Victoire, who had been tied next to her daddy when Prue had turned her focus onto Harry. Fleur pulled the little girl into her arms and held Vic to her chest. Harry could see Fleur trembling as she held her daughter close. 

 Ginny turned around and their eyes locked. Harry’s mind was completely empty, except of her. Of Ginny, who was the most incredible woman he’d ever met. His legs moved with no hesitation. He needed to get to her, to touch her. Within five long strides he was holding her face in his hands. 

 Her face had numerous cuts, darkened bruises, and a lip that was rapidly swelling, but she’d never looked more beautiful to Harry. “Are you okay?” His voice was just as rough as Bill’s, but at the moment he couldn’t care less about his scratchy throat. All that mattered was what he held in his hands. 

 Ginny smiled at him, that smile she saved only for him. “Never better.” She rose to her toes to lightly kiss him. For such a chaste peck, it said so much to Harry. In the two seconds their lips touched, Harry’s heart expanded two sizes with the love he felt for this woman. He leaned his forehead to hers as she said, “I don’t know if you know this, but punching someone is very therapeutic.”  

 It took a second for his tired mind to register her words, but once they had, Harry started laughing. Ginny joined him, her smile wide as she laughed too. To an outsider they might have looked insane, but Harry couldn’t care less. He was alright, Ginny was alright, and past that nothing else mattered. He kissed her again, letting his lips linger this time speaking against her smile. “I love you.” 

 Ginny ran a hand up the side of his neck before cupping his jaw. “Right back at you, darling. I think we need to take a little holiday. Have a chance to relax. Somewhere warm and where I can have my way with you whenever I want.” 

 Harry’s breath hitched as he nodded. “Oh that can definitely be arranged.” He kissed her one final time. “But first, we’ve got to introduce our friend over there to her new cell in Azkaban.”  

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 “So Prue was convicted of all accounts,” Jamieson greeted as he plopped a manila folder on Harry’s desk. “Five accounts of kidnapping including a minor, multiple accounts of torture, and of course the stalking.” 

 Harry picked up the file and quickly flicked it open to see Prue glaring at the camera, her scowl becoming more prominent with each second. Her nostrils flared as she stared down the photographer. “That was fast. A trial and conviction in three weeks. Did Tonks discover anything else that could be added to Prue’s sentence?” 

 After Prue’s final attempt at freeing Ginny, Tonks and her partner, Emmeline Vance, had dug into Prue’s background and financials. Harry hadn’t been allowed to help due to his removal from the case, and his forced medical leave. He’d been commanded to take three weeks’ leave, which for once hadn’t bothered him because Ginny had also been given time off from the Bats. 

 They had taken their medical leave to heart, deciding a trip away was the perfect remedy to heal their emotional wounds (because the St Mungo’s healers had easily healed their physical trauma). The Spanish coast they’d found had been secluded and ideal for them. They’d swum with dolphins, eaten a plethora of bananas grown right outside their casa’s window, and spent every night in bed together. 

 But none of that had been his favorite moment of their holiday. There had been one night that outshone the rest. Every time he thought about that evening a goofy grin split his face. The sunset on his back, Ginny’s hand in his, the waves creating the perfect melody as they crashed against the sand… the best moment of his life had been the instant Ginny has said —

 “Potter?” Jamieson slapped his arm, bringing Harry out of his daydream. 

 “Hm? Oh sorry!” He cleared his throat. “What were you saying?” 

 Jamieson snorted. “Clearly you had a good medical leave based on that cat-ate-the-canary grin.” Harry could feel his cheeks heat as his boss continued. “Tonks was able to find Prue had offshore accounts. Apparently, before coming to Ireland she’d had a rather lucrative muggle business, which we discovered to have been committing tax fraud before she’d performed an insurance fraud that allowed her accounts to reach a level to somewhere in the high millions.”

 Harry had not seen that coming. “Seriously?” 

 “Yup.” Jamison popped the last letter. “The muggle police had been on her trail until she’d confounded them and disappeared to Ireland.”

 “Okay so that’s where she gained her wealth, but what caused her to become obsessed with Ginny?” 

 “Ah.” Jamieson let the word out on a sigh, propping his hip on the side of Harry’s desk. “It turns out Canon had grown up in an abusive household. Her father was Tom Riddle.” 

 The name was familiar to Harry, but he couldn’t quite place it. “Remind me of who that is.”

 “He was one of France’s most notorious killers. He ran one of Paris’ largest drug cartels. In his twenty-five year reign, he made over five hundred thousand in profit. But during that time he impregnated a young prostitute by the name of Estelle Canon. Based on the intel we’ve gathered through journals found at the homestead where Prue brought Ginny, Riddle sold Prue’s mother to a rival gang for access to their land. Riddle was trying to expand his empire out of Paris. But once Prue’s mother was gone, there was no one there to protect Prue from Riddle’s... more sinister behaviors and desires. ”

 Harry’s gut clenched because he had a good idea of what Jamieson meant by desires , and even though he hated Prue, no one deserved to be abused like that. He let out a deep breath. “Okay, so she had a really bad childhood. But that doesn’t explain her fascination with Ginny.”  

 “Prue’s mother used to read her children’s books where a goddess was stuck on Earth. The goddess was said to be stuck in a human form until she discovered decency among humans. Prue somehow connected Ginny with the goddess in the tale.”

 “Okay, I can get that on a crazy level, but why Ginny? Have we tried to get her to explain why she thought Ginny was this goddess?” Harry asked. 

 Jamieson snorted. “Of course! Vance has been to Azkaban everyday, but Prue refuses to speak. Anything we learn is going to be through her journals, which I’m surprised she even had. We’re planning on taking them to Ms Granger when she has some time.” 

 Harry nodded, he was no psychologist, so trying to understand why Prue kept a diary was a mystery to him, but maybe Granger could figure things out. “Well, I’m just glad it’s over.”

 “You and me both, Potter. “Jamieson clapped a hand to his back. “You did good, minus the whole falling in love with your ward thing.” 

 Harry looked up into his boss’ amused eyes. “Sir, with all due respect, I’m pretty sure when you knew when assigning me the case that it’s nearly impossible not to fall in love with Ginny Weasley.” 

 Jamieson let out a bark of a laugh. “I’d never tell her, but that girl had me wrapped around her finger the first time Bill introduced us.” 

 “Oh and how easy it was,” an amused voice came from behind the two aurors, making them jump and turn to look at the woman they’d been talking about. Ginny was beaming at them as she moved closer. 

 Jamieson rolled his eyes before smiling at Ginny. “What are you doing here, Weasley?”

 She pointed at Harry. “We have an appointment with my parents this evening and I refuse to let him claim some work -- thing -- as a distraction.” She met Harry’s eyes. “We’re in this together aren’t we, Potter?”

 Harry could feel that goofy smile coming back. “You know I’d follow you anywhere, Love.”

 Again, Jamieson rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to watch this. Potter, you’re free to go once you return that report to Tonks.” He pointed to the folder that he’d lefted on Harry’s desk. Then he was gone, moving across the bullpit to his office without so much as a farewell. 

 Ginny took Jamieson’s vacated spot, leaning slightly on the edge of his desk. “So how was the first day back?” 

 Harry shuffled the papers back into the folder, before rising from his chair. He stood in front of Ginny, his fingers moving to graze her hips “Not so bad, though… My mind did wander quite a bit.”

 “Hmmm.” Ginny stood to her full height, still making her half a head shorter than him. “And what did your rambling thoughts focus on?”

 He brought his hand to hers, threading their fingers before pulling their joined palms up to his lips. He kissed each knuckle until he reached her ring finger where two bands rested. The engagement ring they’d recovered from Prue’s house and the silver ring he’d slid there only a week ago. “How much I missed my wife and wished we were still in our little seaside casa where I could drag her off to bed whenever I wanted.”  

 Ginny pulled their interlocked fingers away from his face so she could replace it with her lips. She smiled against his mouth, “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about my handsome husband while going through Kennedy’s drills.”

 Harry groaned quietly as she nipped at his bottom lip. “How upset would your parents be if we skived off tonight?”

 She laughed, pressing a final peck to his lips before away.“Pretty angry, seeing as we’re already going over there to tell her we eloped. Best not to test Molly Weasley’s patience by cancelling.” 

 He sighed. “I know you're right. At least I think our parents will take it better than Sirius. He’s going to throw a fit that he wasn’t there to be my best man.”

 “Don’t worry, love.” Ginny brought their joined hands to her lips before using them to pull him towards the exit. “I’ll protect you from our disgruntled parental figures.”

 “I’ll be holding you to that, Ginny Potter.” 

 She sighed happily. “I love it when you call me that.” 

 “ Do you.” Harry stopped their movement to pull her into a small alcove near the muggle exit of the auror offices. He pressed her back so she leaned against the wall. “I’ll make sure to say it more often,” he said, leaning in to put his lips right next to her ear. “Mrs Potter.” 

 Ginny's hand came to knot in his already messy hair, drawing his lip away from her ear before kissing him. “At — this — rate — we’ll never — make — it.” Ginny said each word in between kissing him. 

 Harry was about to say he didn’t mind one bit, but Ginny cut his words off with a heated kiss that made his mind go blank. Right as he started to debate if he could get away with setting some privacy charms around their little niche, Ginny pulled away. Her hand slid back into his, their matching rings clinking happily together. She winked. “Remember that for later tonight.” 

 Then she pulled him out of their hideaway and towards the street where they could apparate back to their flat. Harry smiled as they stepped out into the rare Irish sunshine. He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed all because of a covert mission. All because he’d fallen in love with Ginny Weasley. 

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Secrets

A/N YOOO DAY 1 OF ADVENT This is based on a request for a Hermione x reader, where the reader is Ron’s twin sister and doesn’t know that Ron has a crush on her. It’s mostly real fluffy, and I’m going to write a second chapter I think if people enjoy the character! :) 

- Tagged users, i tagged Lily x reader in case anyone was keen on this too! Feel free to lmk to take you off it :)

Enjoy! (Hermione x Ron’s Twin Sister!reader, fluff)

Y/N grabbed hold of Hermione’s hand and dragged her down the stairs, careful not to let the invisibility cloak slip as the moved swiftly through the castle.

Y/N knew that Harry would kill her if he ever found it missing, but Ginny had promised to keep him occupied for the evening so that she could sneak it out of his dorm. Y/N hated to think what her younger sister was doing to keep him ‘occupied’, but pushed it from her mind as she focused on avoiding the trick step as the two girls continued down further towards the Great Hall.

“Where are you taking me?” Hermione hissed, her trademark nerves coming through on each word.

“Just lean into the surprise for once.”

“I’d rather not get caught out of bounds right as Dumbledore has returned to the castle.”

“Oh come on, you know that he’d hardly give a tough punishment to anyone friends with Harry,” Y/N teased her. She wanted to give her a kiss on her forehead, watch Hermione’s face relax at Y/N’s touch, but there was the very real chance that the invisibility cloak would slip at the slightest change in positioning, given that Y/N had grown about 3 inches and was pulling it way above their ankles if she didn’t remain in a crouched position. Hermione grumbled but didn’t respond, and Y/N knew it was because she knew Dumbledore wouldn’t ever really get them in trouble.

Eventually they reached the Great Hall, pausing momentarily to check that Ms. Norris wasn’t prowling anywhere nearby, ready to sound the alarm to Filch.

“All clear,” Y/N knocked her elbow lightly into Hermione’s ribs, and pulled her again before Hermione could make any sound of protest. Y/N pushed open the front doors slowly, slipping into the grounds. It was warm, or at least warm for May in Scotland. The iciness in the air had disappeared and there were flowers blooming throughout the grounds and in the potted plants by the green houses. Y/N continued to lead Hermione through the main courtyard and onto the soft grass, pulling off the invisibility cloak once she was sure they were out of the Castle’s main view.

“I’m not sure if this is my ideal date night,” but Hermione was smiling as she spoke, making Y/N grin down at her in response.

“That’s the point, Miss Granger, something you wouldn’t expect,” Y/N slowed her steps so that she could hold Hermione’s hand properly, “promise it’s just a little bit further.”

Hermione nodded, looking down the sloping hills and towards Hagrid’s hut.

“Ok close your eyes for a sec,” Y/N beamed at Hermione, stepping in front of her to block her view.

“Really, Y/N?”

“Come on, let me have this one night,” Y/N pleaded, pouting.

“Ok, ok,” Hermione laughed at the whine of Y/N’s voice and covered her eyes with both hands. Y/N watched her for a second before spinning on her heel and moving quickly down the rest of the hill. From her pocket she pulled out her wand and small package, placing this on the ground and standing above it. Taking a deep breath she flicked her wand over it. This better work, Fred, she thought, her nerves spiking as she thought of having made Hermione lose her 8 hours sleep for a fake spell.

After a split second where Y/N’s heart sat in her throat, the package moved. It hovered slightly, jumping up and then open, the packaging becoming bigger and bigger as it spun in the air. The spinning slowed as the packaging unwrapped itself, now as large as a picnic blanket, and placing itself daintily on the grass at Y/N’s feet.

“Fuck, yes!” Y/N exclaimed, realising after a moment that she would have startled Hermione.

“What’s going on?” She heard Hermione call, and spun around to see her moving down the hill towards Y/N, “Did you just yell?”

“Yes sorry! I, uh, well surprise!” Y/N threw her hands out awkwardly, stepping aside so that Hermione could actually see what Y/N had set up for her.

“What is all this?” Hermione stepped forward, gaping a little at the spread. On the banks of the black lake, a blanket lay across the grass, a small basket sitting in the middle. Hermione moved closer, peering inside, a smile playing across her face as she saw two butterbeers, strawberries, and a case of raspberry jam tarts, Hermione’s favourite.

“Well I know that we aren’t like, official official since we haven’t exactly told anyone,” Y/N laughed, and hoped it came across as easy going and not slightly nervous, “Anyway, I figured that wasn’t any reason to not celebrate our 6 months.”

“6 months!” Hermione yelped, wheeling around to face Y/N, “Oh my god I am so sorry I completely forgot, with everything going on I –“

“It’s fine, honestly,” Y/N grinned at Hermione’s now very flustered expression, “I didn’t expect you to remember, that’s why it was a surprise.”

“I really am sorry, I would have-“ but she fell silent when Y/N leaned in and kissed her softly. Hermione’s lips were soft and sometimes had the faint taste of ink to them.

“You’ve got to stop sucking the end of your quill,” Y/N snorted, pulling away and kissing her forehead. Hermione flushed, turning back towards the picnic blanket.

“I still can’t believe you set this all up for me,” She sat down on the blanket and stared out at the black lake. Y/N had a suspicion that she wanted to get a proper glimpse of the giant squid before they graduated the next year. Potentially to ask if it’s living situation was adequate or if Dumbledore needed to do some upkeep.

“Well I have to admit, Fred helped me with a bit of it – but I promise I didn’t tell him about us, I just said it was for something,” Y/N explained as Hermione opened her mouth to protest.

“I’m sorry you’ve had to hide this from your family, wouldn’t you want to tell your mum at least?” Hermione pulled out the tub of jam biscuits and opened it daintily, peeling off the stickers on each edge carefully so that she could fold them into little squares.

Y/N shrugged, avoiding her gaze. They had both agreed to avoid telling anyone for the first little while. This was mainly because neither of them really knew they were anything but straight until they had all travelled home to see Y/N’s dad when he was attacked at the Ministry. Whilst Ron and Ginny were determined to cheer Harry up, Hermione had stayed with Y/N all night and they’d woken up looped together in Y/N’s bed in the early hours of the morning having fallen asleep.

That was their first kiss. And it still made Y/N’s heart flutter even though she remembered the concurrent stomach ache she got when she felt Hermione’s soft lips press against her own, Hermione’s curls falling between them and her hand in the curve of her back, and realised that she was definitely not straight. And perhaps during a severe death eater attack on her own father wasn’t the best time to bring it up to the family.

And it wasn’t like Y/N hadn’t heard the sneers from other students, wizards were in such small pools that it was basically to heresy to not continue the family line. Y/N’s mum had been pressing her about her future grandkids since she was old enough to know what a uterus was.

It just… never seemed to the be right time to tell anyone.

“It’s better this way, and anyway at least no one can use us against each other,” Y/N winked at Hermione who rolled her eyes whilst biting into another tart, “But this is our anniversary, so less downer talk and more romance thanks.”

They remained by the lake for what felt like an hour before Hermione looked up and saw the moon in full shining down upon them, the stars twinkling brightly in the clear sky. Y/N knew what it meant when she looked up at the sky, it was her little tell that she had begun thinking about other things, about tomorrow. It was her meditation but organisational.

“Ok, come on we can go now,” Y/N had sidled over to her, leaning her arms back and against Hermione’s thigh. Hermione jumped, turning back to Y/N.

“What, oh, sorry, I faded out again didn’t I.”

“Yeah,” Y/N laughed, “but also I know if we spend too much time out late you’re going to start thinking about how many hours sleep you’re going to be able to get and then stress about being tired during class.”

“You know me too well, Y/N,” Hermione smiled toothily, reaching out a hand to touch Y/N’s forearm. She felt a jolt where Hermione’s fingers sat, trailing up and down her arm.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Anytime, lovely,” Y/N tried to keep her confident façade but felt her ears starting to burn red at Hermione’s earnest gaze.

“No, honestly, just, I know that we were both not exactly experience with the whole, kissing a girl thing, but I know I’ve been unsure and confused and just. Thank you.”

Y/N could feel the blush creeping up into her cheeks and chest now and cursed her ginger genes internally. Hermione leaned in slowly, taking her face in both hands and kissed her again, deeper this time, opening her mouth and slipping her tongue against Y/N’s softly.

Y/N couldn’t help but moan lightly as it flicked across her tongue again and she could feel Hermione’s body moving closer to hers, making Y/N lean backwards and onto the blanket behind her so that Hermione’s body was lying on top, her bushy hair falling over her face and onto Y/N’s. Hermione pulled her closer, Y/N wrapping her hands around Hermione’s waist to make it easier for them to be as close as possible. Feeling Hermione’s breasts pressed on top of her own made her stomach flip over, sparks flying throughout her body. It was terrifying. And possibly the most excited Y/N had ever felt.

They pulled apart, both breathing heavily and grinning stupidly at each other.

“You sure you want to go?” Y/N whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind Hermione’s ear, which fell immediately back out and across her face.

“Unfortunately, yes, I will start stressing about my sleep schedule very soon,” Hermione laughed at Y/N’s pout, “But I can tell you I wish that I could stay longer.”

“That’s all I need to hear.”

Hermione sat up, holding out a hand to pull Y/N up from the blanket, brushing some of the bits of dirt and grass out of her hair. Y/N turned back towards the blanket and pulled out her wand. With a flick it packed itself back up, letting off a small popping noise that made Y/N’s heart jump, praying that Fred hadn’t done anything particularly annoying to her basket.

However, much to Y/N’s surprise, the popping noise was quickly followed by small lights that flew from the basket and hovered just above it, twinkling like stars in the night.

“Your brothers’ may be a bit insane, but that is some beautiful magic,” Hermione looked impressed, watching them move slowly into different formations and lighting the area around the basket, like a soft torch.

“They always mean well,” Y/N made a mental note to thank Fred in some way and picked up the basket, letting it light the way back to the castle. Thankfully, they easily avoided Mrs Norris who had been prowling along the entrance to the castle but was momentarily distracted by a flock of pigeons who were pecking for scraps along the courtyard walls. Even Peeves stayed out of their way, but Y/N could hear him in a nearby classroom banging around the walls and cackling something that sounded suspiciously like dungbombs.

Hermione’s hand stayed gripping onto Y/N’s own the entire way back to the common room, and even though it meant a slight loss of circulation when Hermione heard what could potentially be a teacher, Y/N felt a little giddy at the idea that someone like Hermione wanted to touch her that badly. Once they made it back into the common room Y/N slipped off the invisibility cloak and tucked it into her back pocket, letting it hang out slightly.

“Ok well, goodnight,” Y/N sung Hermione’s hand softly, looking up into her brown eyes.

“Good night, Y/N,” Hermione’s expression was neutral but it felt like her eyes were staring into Y/N’s soul, watching every movement she made. After a moment, Hermione leaned in, kissing Y/N softly on the lips and then the cheek.

“I know it’s weird that we have to like go from date to roommates, do you want me to like wait here or…?” Y/N hated this part, feeling unsure. It was one thing to see her every day, hanging out with Harry and Ron, hands touching underneath the Gryffindor table, but a whole other problem when they got back to the dorm rooms and Y/N was torn between wanting to relax and nonstop thinking about Hermione changing two feet from her bed.

Hermione opened her mouth to respond but her face contorted into fear as there was a soft thump behind us. Y/N’s whole body went rigid, arms tensing by their sides as she dropped Hermione’s hand and spun around to see what had fallen.

“Lumos!” Hermione hissed beside Y/N, lighting up the common room and landing on a large stack of books that had fallen off one of the side tables near the far right windows. She lowered the wand so that it fell underneath the table, revealing two figures hunched behind it.

“Shit,” Y/N swore loudly, feeling her heart thump forcefully in her chest as she recognised the messy black and bright red mop of hair on each of the two boys. They stepped out, looking a little sheepish, moving into the light.

“What the fuck,” Ron swore loudly, staring at the two of them, his twin sister and best friend standing side by side. Having just kissed. Shit.

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[andorerso]

don't say yes, run away now

Who did this? Who barged in on someone’s wedding and asked the bride to run away with them? It happened only in movies, and yet – this was his last shot. In an hour, she’d be married and there would be no more chances left to spend.

I don't want to say too much but Rebelcaptain is definitely endgame so just keep that in mind while reading! You can also read this on ao3 where I give some of my thoughts on why I wrote this fic.

It was a small wedding which made sense because Jyn never liked to be the center of attention. Part of him was surprised she’d even agreed to a reception – when they were together, he always thought she was a “let’s get married spontaneously at the courthouse” kind of girl. But maybe it was all for her husband to be, maybe he wanted a big wedding and they settled on a compromise, maybe – maybe he pushed her into it. He couldn’t imagine Jyn being forced to do anything she didn’t want to, but he was desperate to hate this guy.

Not that he knew anything about him, other than his name and Facebook profile photo, but still. It was the principle of the thing. He was supposed to end up with Jyn, not this random dude she’d known for what? A couple of years? How well do you get to know a person in only a few short years? He didn’t want to be the crazy jealous ex-boyfriend but he had always thought –

Well, he just had to make sure she was serious about this. Because if there was even a part of her that still felt the same as he did…

He couldn’t help himself. He saw the announcement on Facebook a couple of months ago and he resolved himself to forget about it. What could he do? Then an old friend of theirs who still kept in touch with Jyn let it slip when and where the wedding was taking place, and here he was now, wondering if he’d officially lost his mind.

Who did this? Who barged in on someone’s wedding and asked the bride to run away with them? It happened only in movies, and yet – this was his last shot. In an hour, she’d be married and there would be no more chances left to spend.

He tried to keep this in mind as he stepped into the room, pushing his doubts aside. They hadn’t spoken in five years but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they belonged together. This was his moment to make her see it.

Jyn turned around as the door opened, her eyes going wide as she registered his presence. He stopped for a moment to take her in. She looked breathtaking.

Her dress was knee-length and pale green, matching the color of her eyes. Her shoes were flat and her hair appeared to be a half updo with a small flower crown. It was every bit as clean and simple as he expected. At the sight of her, he was hit with a longing so intense, his breath caught in his throat. It only furthered his belief that he had to be with her.

But she looked furious.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she demanded, never one to hold back on profanities. He almost smiled. His foul-mouthed angel.

He’d prepared a speech on the way here but looking at her, he couldn’t remember any of it. All he could say was, “Don’t marry him.”

Jyn gave him an incredulous look, then took one step closer, quickly glancing around as if she was afraid someone was eavesdropping on them.

“Are you out of your mind? We broke up five years ago,” she reminded him as if he didn’t know, as if he didn’t think about her every day since.

“I know. I know, but there’s a part of me –” he paused, unable to find the right words. “If there’s a part of you – shit, I just mean that I think it was a mistake to break up. I never forgot about you.”

She looked like she wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” she said. Her arms were crossed across her chest in a defensive manner, her nails digging into her skin.

He took a deep breath and plunged in.

“Run away with me. Let’s go, let’s leave now. I have a car parked out front, we can be gone in no time. I know – I know that’s a terrible thing to do. But… I think there’s still something between us. And I think you feel it too.”

When he finished, Jyn looked uncomfortable, holding herself tighter and staring out the window to her right, not meeting his eyes. He felt his heart drop to his stomach. He didn’t think he was wrong about her but – well, of course she’d be reluctant to agree instantly. This was her wedding after all. Anyone would be hesitant.

“I think you should go,” Jyn said really quietly and still wouldn’t look at him. He gave her a pleading look but when she turned around, refusing to entertain his presence anymore, he took the hint and left.

But as he walked away, something tugged at the corner of his mind. She hadn’t said no. Hope began to unfurl in his chest once again as he realized she was just afraid. He could understand that. Perhaps he should have tried to convince her harder. Because if he was right about this, he couldn’t let her make the biggest mistake of her life.

The ceremony began an hour later. He sneaked in among the other guests, taking a seat at the edge of the row of white chairs, closest to the woods surrounding the area. There weren’t too many people attending so he did stick out a bit, but he just said he was Jyn’s colleague and nobody pressed too much. All the while, he was thinking about what he was going to say.

This was a risk, and perhaps not something good people did, but – but it was the gesture that counted, right? The big romantic gesture. Everyone loved those. If anything could convince Jyn to take a chance, if anything could prove that he was serious, it would be this. He just had to make sure his timing was right and his words were heartfelt.

If it went well, it would be a great story to tell their grandkids someday.

The wedding was quite simple but still pretty. He had to admit he did like the outdoor venue, the fairy lights on the trees, the white and yellow flowers matching the color of her dress. Her fiancé – he honestly forgot his name – looked calm and composed. It honestly threw him off a bit, how the guy wasn’t even smiling. How much could he love her if he didn’t even look happy to be here? Jyn deserved someone who would cry at their wedding, and this made him even more sure of his plans. He would treat Jyn better than this guy.

(Then Jyn walked down the aisle and her fiancé’s expression softened. He never once took his eyes off her. By then, he was too set on his plan though, so he pretended not to notice.)

He waited. There was usually a place and time for speeches like this… but it looked like he might not get his chance. The guy who was officiating the wedding – a friend of theirs, as far as he could tell – skipped the whole “if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace” part. Which was a problem. What was he supposed to do now?

When it was time to exchange rings, he panicked, realizing there was no more time for him to interrupt. He had to do it now. Before he could think about it too much and chicken out, he stood up.

At first, Jyn and the groom didn’t even notice. But then people started looking at him, and he cleared his throat, trying to ignore their stares and the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. Silence descended. Jyn finally noticed him, looking just as shocked as she had an hour ago, though she was rapidly turning red in the face with fury. Her fiancé just seemed perplexed and a bit agitated.

“What. Are you doing?” she hissed, looking like she wanted to murder him on the spot. Not a good sign – but he had to see this through now.

He could hear the guests beginning to whisper amongst themselves and he tried not to pay attention, though he could feel his face growing hot with embarrassment. Oh god, what the fuck am I doing?

“I – I love you, Jyn,” he said. A few people in the crowd gasped but he only had eyes for her. And the groom who blinked in disbelief. His expression could only be described as what the fuck is this guy on? “And my mama always told me to fight for the people you love. I love you and I think you should be with me.”

Another long silence followed. Jyn looked like she was too angry to say anything, but the groom turned to her and jerked a thumb back at him.

“Who’s this guy?” he asked, his tone nonchalant.

“Brandon,” Jyn said, the frustration evident in her voice. “My ex-boyfriend.”

“Oh,” the groom uttered, squinting as though he was trying to recollect a memory. He finally remembered the guy’s name – it was Cassian something. Brandon thought he looked way too calm for the situation. “I think you mentioned him once. Bad breath guy?”

“No, that was Chris. He’s small feet guy.”

Brandon felt a little offended at that. Not only were they completely ignoring him, but they were also insulting him? Had Jyn never talk about him? Did her fiancé really not even know his name?

Sure, he only dated Jyn for about seven months. But he always thought it was something special. How could she dismiss it so easily with a couple of words? Small feet guy.

He was starting to feel stupider by the second, especially as the guests stared at him, chuckling behind their hands.

“Alright, can somebody please get this clown out of here?” the groom asked, looking around.

“I got it,” said a big burly man with a gruff voice, heading towards Brandon. He was pretty sure he didn’t want to be thrown out by this guy so he started backtracking.

“I’m sorry – I’m sorry. It was just a misunderstanding. Sorry.”

He walked backwards, holding up his hands, and when there was enough distance between him and burly guy, he turned around, preparing to run. But… he stopped. Shook his head, telling himself that he shouldn’t. But Jyn still hadn’t said no.

“It’s just,” he said as he turned back around, still holding up his hands in a sign of peace. Jyn’s head snapped back to him, and for a second, he thought she was about to walk down here and strangle him herself. She was very capable of it, he knew.

“What?”

“Well, you didn’t answer.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, you didn’t say… that you didn’t love me.”

“Oh my god,” Jyn said, looking one second away from exploding. “Brandon, get a hint. I don’t love you. I love Cassian and I’m very happy with Cassian. You can’t just walk in and ruin people’s weddings like that!”

Yeah, he knew that was a bit horrible of him. But he thought, well, for love, it was worth it. Because love always won in the end. And if Jyn felt the same, then it couldn’t be the wrong thing to do, could it?

He was so sure Jyn felt the same. But he could see now the way she and Cassian had looked at each other during the ceremony. They didn’t have eyes for anybody but each other. He couldn’t recall ever seeing her so enthralled with anyone; it almost felt… unlike Jyn to look at someone with stars in her eyes. Like no one else mattered. And though he didn’t know Cassian, the love on his face was plain to see for all. Like he couldn’t imagine a life without her.

Brandon felt like a fool. He hadn’t wanted to see it then and now – he really messed this up, didn’t he?

“I’m sorry,” he said, and this time, he really meant it. It probably mattered little to them now that he’d made a spectacle of their wedding, but he didn’t know what else to say. If he could take it back, he would. “I’m really sorry… I hope you both have a nice life together.”

And before the burly guy could throw him out for real, he left. All the while thinking about the deep emotional connection that Jyn and Cassian seemed to share – and the shocking realization that he never had that.

He hoped he could find a love like that someday. But first, he really needed to be single for a while.

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Hot for Teacher part 3

Title: Hot for Teacher part 3

Characters: Steve Rogers x black!reader

Summary: The reader and Steve finally have their date

Warnings: Pre-smut, creepy dudes, and a long ass chapter and no keep reading cuz its mobile

A couple of drinks after your little performance, everyone decided to call it a night and went home. Well everyone except Shantae, she went home with Sam. Steve offered to take you home, but you declined his offer but you told him you would text him when you got home.

As soon as you entered your home, you texted Steve that you made it because if you didn’t, you surely would’ve forgotten.

“Texting Rogers you made it home,” a familiar voice from the shadows asked.

You dropped your keys into the bowl by your door and sighed. “You can’t just text me if I made it home safely like a regular dad?”

Nick Fury never did anything like a regular dad, except the fussing part. You remember the whoopings you used to get because you decided to be a smartass.

Your dad let your pet cat, Goose down, emerged from his seat and gave you a hug. “I’m not a normal dad, sweetie.”

“I’ve noticed. What are you doing here so late, old man? I hope you don’t want a report on my night with Steve.”

Your dad let you out of his embrace and returned to the couch. “No, I’m not even worried about Rogers. Now if you were going out with Stark, we would have a problem. I’m praying that this thing with Rogers work out. Your mama is already planning your wedding and for her future grandkids.”

You threw a pillow at your dad. “You told mama about Steve!?” You slinked down the couch in despair, your mom’s been bugging you about kids since you were an only child. She didn’t care if you got married, she just wanted grandkids.

“You know she’s a better investigator than I am. I couldn’t lie to her.” Its true, no one could lie to your mom, she had a knack for getting to the truth. “Anyways, I’m here to officially recruit you,” your dad stated as he slid a manila folder towards you.

Inside of the folder were photos of a local gang leader, Terrence and he recruited a lot of kids that go to your school. He truly was a menace to society. He didn’t care who got hurt as long as money was lining his pocket. As you went through more photos, you saw Terrence with an older gentleman.

“The older guy with Terrence works for Ghost, a terrorist who probably has done as much as evil as HYDRA. I know you got a couple of students connected with Terrence. I need you to find out what Terrence has planned with Ghost.”

On occasion, you were known to get involved with your students’ personal lives if they were in trouble. One instance, you fought in an underground fight club match so your student wouldn’t have to, but that was different. Your dad wanted you to work for SHIELD in an official capacity and that was big deal.

You pinched your nose, “This is a one-time thing. And I’m only doing this for the kids.”

Knowing that he won, your dad broke out into a shit-eating grin that few people got to witness. “Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll have Hill send you a briefing within the next 72 hours and you’ll report to me on Saturdays. Now I’ll see myself out.” He gave you a kiss on the temple on his way out.

Great, in the same night you landed a date with Steve Rogers and became a SHIELD agent.

The following days you and Steve were texting and talking non-stop. Sometimes it was silly stuff about the stuff he missed while he was in the ice. At least he knew about the greats like, Marvin Gaye and Aretha, but you had to put him on Beyoncé and the masterwork of Lemonade. Other times you would talk about more serious stuff like, his time in the army or you training as a super spy as a child.

One day, Steve actually stopped by your school during your planning period to bring you lunch, since you told him earlier that you didn’t eat anything that day, because you were so busy. Even though, you couldn’t talk to him because you allowed some students to come for a tutoring session, he stayed and helped you by grading some papers. You were convinced that Steve was angel and you were praying that everything would work out.

Friday came before you knew it, but the day dragged on. Somehow, your students found out that your date with Steve was that night and they teased you all day long, especially since they could sense you were anxious. When 3:30 stroked, you practically ran out with the students and sped out the parking lot.

Arriving home in record time, you decided to try and take a nap, because if you stayed up you would’ve gotten ready early and been a nervous wreck. The week must’ve caught up with you, because you had no trouble taking a nap.

—

Soon, you found yourself knocking on Steve’s door at exactly 7pm. He invited you over for dinner and the dance lesson at his place, because when he went out in public people typically recognized him and asked for pictures and he didn’t want to subject you to that invasion of privacy yet.

The breath was knocked out of you when Steve opened the door. He had on an apron over a blue Henley and black jeans, and you didn’t know if it was the domesticity of the apron, the tightness of the Henley, or a combination of both, but you had a hard time stopping yourself from jumping Steve’s bones.

“Hey, come on in.” Steve waved you inside and pulled you into his warm embrace. He smelled like the food he was cooking and his cologne, and you wanted to drown yourself in that scent.

“I like your place. Its comfortable and welcoming.” Your eyes wandered Steve’s apartment. It didn’t feel like the typical bachelor pad. He had photos of his old and new friends placed decoratively, a record player, and a couch that made you sleepy from just looking at it.

Steve grabbed your purse and jacket to put them in a chair in the corner. “Thanks. Tony had Pepper come and decorate.”

The smell of the food had you gravitating towards the kitchen. Before you had a chance to look in the pot, Steve is pulled you towards him and shuffled you to a seat at the dinner table. “No peeking,” he jokingly reprimanded you.

You kissed your teeth in disappointment. “That’s not fair. I just wanted to see what was causing my stomach to growl. I should warn you Rogers, I don’t play about my food.”

Steve gave you a deep belly chuckle as he came back to the table with two plates. “Duly noted.” He set before you a plate of shrimp alfredo pasta, one of your favorite dishes. Steve Rogers was really pulling out all the stops if he kept it up, he might just get lucky, you thought to yourself.

As dinner began the two of you made small talk. You talked about how you had to stop a fight between two of your students, because Lyric stepped on Diego’s shoes and then they began arguing about how the other were too broke to afford good shoes. The joke was on them because, both of their Jordans were knockoffs but you didn’t have it in you to break their hearts. Steve told you how Tony caused the electricity to short-circuit during making a new suit.

“Okay Rogers, enough stalling! Its time for your dance lesson,” you announced at the end of dinner. You backed out of your seat and stood by Steve and reached out for his hand.

He grimaced and regretfully placed his hand in yours. “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

To soothe his nerves, you kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his ear, “I promise.” It was definitely not the kiss that calmed him down, that made him more nervous, but it was the smile that you gave him while you looked into his eyes that did calm him down.

Steve scrolled through his phone until he selected the song he wanted, and then the bluesy guitar riffs of Tennessee Whiskey began to fill the room.

“Ohhh, you wanna learn how to two-step,” you joked.

The super soldier smiled and down casted his eyes to the floor. “Yeah, you did say you love country and the dance seems easy enough, but,” he held up his hand in objection. “I don’t think I’ll be ready for any twirls or lifts.”

It was your turn to give a belly-out laugh. “You’re that bad, huh?”

Steve pulled you into him and swayed the both of you side-to-side. “You’re about to see,” he whispered into your ear.

His dancing wasn’t so bad, but then again you two were only doing a basic slow dance. Confident that he could start doing the two-step, you instructed Steve that he had to take two steps forward and one step back.

After his failed attempts and a couple of stubbed toes, you took the lead to demonstrate how Steve should lead. You took the lead before with your friends, but this time was different because first, Steve obviously wasn’t a female and second, you felt smaller than your dancing partner.

“I think I got the hang of it now. I can lead if you want me to.” Steve commented after you being in the lead for fifteen minutes.

“Are you sure?” Instead of verbally responding, Steve took charge and he was much better than he was at the beginning of the lesson. He would stumble every so often and mumble ‘shit, I’m sorry’, but other than that he was great. Steve even managed to end your last dance with a twirl.

Currently the two you were sharing dessert while sitting on his couch and listening to music.

“So how did I do, teach?” Steve asked between bites.

You nodded your head side-to-side in deep thought. “Umm, it was rough in the beginning. Like for the life of me, I don’t understand how someone who fights in life or death situations and still trips over their own feet while dancing. But you got it at the end and that’s all that matters.”

“True, but I couldn’t have done it without my wonderful teacher.” Steve’s voice dropped lower as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

The both of you sat there in silence while the sexual tension filled the room until it boiled over. You don’t know who made the first move, but suddenly you were in Steve’s lap exchanging kisses. Steve must’ve had some practice since 1945, because the things his mouth was doing to yours made you wonder if he could do the same thing to your lower lips.

Abruptly, Steve pulled away to stop kissing you. “Damn, I forgot to ask. Are you okay with this?” Wow, only Steve Rogers would stop making out just to ensure he had consent. At that moment you knew Steve would own your heart sooner rather than later.

In response, you assaulted Steve with your lips and he gave a growl of approval. He flipped the two of you so you were laying on the couch while he was on top. Both of you were exploring the other’s body, getting dangerously close to start undressing the other.

Your hands were reaching for Steve’s belt buckle when your phone started ringing. Steve tried to get you to answer it, but you were too wrapped up in the idea of seeing what Steve was packing under his jeans.

“Doll, I really think you should answer it,” Steve suggested as the caller called for the second time.

Angrily you reached for the phone and answered, “Hello.”

“Umm, Ms. Y/L/N this is Nia.” Quickly your attitude was gone and you were on high alert. You gave some of your students your phone number, because you knew they had some troubles at home and you told them to not to hesitate to call you if they were in danger or trouble. If Nia was calling she was in some serious trouble, because she always had this jokester/tough girl exterior thing going on.

“Nia, what’s going on sweetie?” Steve was automatically on alert as he heard you say your student’s name.

“Can you come by, please? My…my…my…my mmm-mom owes these guys money and they’re beating on her and I-II-III-I think they’re coming for me next.” The young girl stuttered through her tears.

You were already grabbing your things before Nia explained the whole situation. “I’m on my way. Just lock yourself up until I get there, okay.”

“I already did. Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N.”

As you gathered your things, you didn’t notice Steve was getting ready as well. “I gotta go. Nia’s in trouble.”

“No problem. I’m going with and I’m driving.” You didn’t have time to argue with Steve and you were grateful anyway, so you hopped on the back of his motorcycle.

Before you got to Nia’s apartment door you could hear the fight in the hallway and no one in the complex would go in help, but they sure did have time to stand in the hallway and listen. If you weren’t on a mission to save Nia, you would’ve cuss they asses out.

Finally, you and Steve approached the door with his shield on his arm and your sai in your hands. Giving each other a nod, Steve finally kicked down the door.

The two of you were greeted to the sight of two men, who looked like they belonged on someone’s defensive line beating on Nia’s mom, who was clearly a drug addict. Then another figure caught your eye. It was another man and he was trying to kick down the door that most likely held Nia behind it.

The two guys hitting on Nia’s mom made eye contact with the two of you and made one of the smartest decisions they made that night. They ran.

“I’ll handle that one and you go get those two,” you ordered Steve as you nodded your head in the direction of the door.

“Be safe!” Steve yelled as he ran out the door.

The other asshat finally stopped pounding on the door and looked you up and down with a mix of lust and mirth. “What? Are you the new diversity hire for the Avengers?”

“Ha ha ha. You’re a real comedian. Why are you beating on my student’s mom and trying to burst into her room?”

All of the laughter left his face and it was replaced by a mask of anger. “Because that druggie bitch,” he pointed his gun at Nia’s mom. “Owes my boss money and she refused to pay up so I thought a little fun time with that little ho she calls a daughter could be a down payment.”

Disgusted at the man’s sick plans for Nia, you rolled your eyes. “You thought wrong.”

“Oh, what you gone do about it?” Ole dude pointed the gun in your direction.

You let out a desperate sigh and rolled your shoulders. “Listen, you and your crew ruined my date so I’m already pissed. So, are you sure you wanna do this?”

He looked you up and down in contempt. “Am I supposed to be scared of you, teach?” That’s all the answer you needed. Next thing you did was throw one of your sai’s into the man’s gun and sent a flying kick to his chest, effectively knocking him out.

After you cuffed him to the dining table, you knocked on Nia’s door. “Hey, Nia, sweetie. It’s Ms. Y/L/N. You can come out now.”

Tentatively Nia opened the door, but once she saw you she bum-rushed you. You stroked the young girl between her puff balls as you held her while she cried.

“Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N,” Nia confessed between sobs.

“No problem, sweetie. Are you ok?”

Nia pulled away from slightly to look up at you. “Yeah, I’m good. Sorry I ruined your date with Captain America.”

You grabbed the young girl by the shoulders and knelt down until you were eye level with her. “No, I’m happy you called. It means that you’re safe now.”

After calming Nia down, you checked on her mother and gave her a gentle but stern warning about using drugs. It seemed that the woman took it to heart, but God only knows.

Once you were sure that they were okay, you took the intruder to meet with Steve outside. He currently had the other two guys knocked out as well.

Steve pointed at the guy you were dragging. “You know you could’ve called me to get him.”

You shrugged your shoulders and gave a look of indifference. “Eh, I liked that he kept bumping his head on the stairs. And besides I need the arm workout.”

All three men were unconscious and you needed them awake. With no water on hand you had to kick them to jolt them awake, but it’s not like you felt bad about it.

A chorus of ‘what the fuck’ pierced the air as they awoke.

“Okay, this is how it’s gonna go. All three of you are now my bitches and work for me now and gonna be my informants. I need you to tell me about any information you have on Terrence and any business dealings he has with a Ghost. And if you don’t wanna comply or I feel that you’re jerking my chain, I’ll throw your ass at a SHIELD black site like that,” you threatened with a snap of your finger.

The douchebags were pissed off and wanted to say something, but one look at your face and they knew you weren’t playing. You had those Fury genes to thank for that.

Each grumpily agreed to your terms of conditions. Before they left you did threaten to cut off their balls if they attacked Nia and her mother or any other woman like that again.

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When the two of you returned, you immediately apologized to Steve. “I’m sorry, I ruined your night. I’m sure you get tired of fighting and that’s exactly what you did on your night off.”

Steve reached out to you and placed a kiss on the back of your hands. “You didn’t ruin anything. Tonight was perfect and I like that you’ll drop anything for your students to help them out.”

“Thanks, everything was really great tonight. I hope we can do it again, but I should go. I have an early morning tomorrow.”

As you reached for the doorknob, Steve pulled you back and ask about turning the guys into informants. You informed Steve of you officially becoming a SHIELD agent to find Ghost through Terrence’s crew.

“I mean it’s only if you’re comfortable,” Steve scratched the back of his neck as a nervous tick. “But since it’s late and my place is closer to the tower, you could stay here for the night. But that’s only if you want to,” Steve hurriedly added on the last part.

Steve’s place was closer and he was harmless, you thought to yourself. “If you don’t mind, I would love to stay.”

The soldier was elated you decided to stay. He tried to give you his guest room, but you preferred to sleep in his bed with him.

Thankfully, you always had a go bag, so all you needed from Steve was something to sleep in.

When you emerged from the bathroom, Steve automatically grabbed a pillow to cover his hard on. He didn’t think he would have such a strong reaction to you wearing his shirt. Right at that moment he vowed that every chance he had, he would try to get you into one of his shirts.

“What are you staring at, pretty boy,” you teased, knowing full well Steve was staring at your curves.

Climbing into the bed and straddling his lap, you felt Steve’s erection. Deciding to be a tease, you rolled your hips around, which elicited a sinful moan from Steve’s mouth.

Promptly, Steve plopped you on the other side of the bed.

“What the hell, Steve? What’s that for?”

Suddenly, there was a shift in the air. Gone was the sweet and nervous Steve, but there was the confident and dominant Steve.

He gripped your chin and pulled your face closer to his.

“When I fuck you, you won’t be able to properly function for the next couple of days. And I doubt you want to accidentally call me daddy in front of your dad tomorrow, but if you do, then by all means let’s get to it.”

Steve was motioning to take off his shirt when you let out a meek, “I’m good.” You wanted nothing more than to be underneath Steve writhing in pleasure, but the way he may it sound you would be silly putty in the end and you didn’t need that your first day at SHIELD.

The blonde pulled his shirt back down and smirked at you. He kissed the side of your head and told you good night before he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Now you had to go to sleep hoping there wouldn’t be a wet puddle on the bed from your dreams of Steve screwing you silly.

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[takadasaiko]

Love Me Twice: Chapter Seventeen

FFN II AO3

Summary: Ressler and Park follow a lead to Bonn, Scottie arrives in DC, and Tom hits a wall with his memory therapy.

Chapter Seventeen

Cooper had sent Ressler in as lead to Bonn in part because he needed a seasoned agent with a deep understanding of the delicate nature of their situation, but Ressler was also the one with a contact there. He had known Mike Weiss in Quantico and the two had traded favours over the years, especially when Ressler had been abroad so often with the first Reddington Task Force. He was always good for a few beers, a collection of absurd stories, and - if Ressler was lucky - an answer or two if he could get him around to it. Weiss was the kind of guy everybody liked and he loved to be the center of attention. It didn't hurt to gather intelligence either.

He motioned for another round and Ressler heard Park's less-than-subtle sound of annoyance as she excused herself for a moment. Weiss chuckled. "That one's wound up almost as tight as you used to be."

Ressler's lips quirked you at the corners. "She's a good agent."

"Most people that tightly wound have something to hide."

"I'll vouch for her."

"I don't care. I know you. I know you're clean. So listen fast." His voice dipped a little so that it was hard to hear him over the music and the chatter. "Emilia Schmitz isn't a name you want to toss around in this town. She's a ghost that supposedly died around the time the Berlin Wall fell. She was East Berlin and vicious."

"What's she doing here?"

Weiss quirked an eyebrow. "What makes you think she's here?"

"A case I'm working. There was a man named Petrov that blackmailed a German attaché to deliver a file. We think it was being sent to Schmitz. What do you know about her?"

"I know mentioning her name can get you killed." He took a long drink from his stein. "Maybe… eight or nine years ago her name came across our radar for a case. Had these partners that were like bloodhounds. Mick and Jamie. They could find anyone with just a scrap to go on."

"Could?" Ressler echoed.

"They'd just started making progress when Mick got hit crossing the street late one night. Car drove off without stopping and left him bleeding in the street. He didn't make it to the hospital. Jamie picks up the trail, right? She's pissed, swears up and down it had to be Schmitz somehow. Three days later we found her dead in her flat. Local cops ruled it a suicide and I got word in from D.C. to drop the case."

"Did you?"

Weiss offered a small shrug. "Alan Fitch made the call himself. You don't exactly tell the Assistant Director of National Intelligence no."

Ressler made a small sound of acknowledgement. "Saying you will and doing it are two different things."

"What'd I miss?" Park asked as she returned and Ressler watched his old friend's expression close off.

"Just reminiscing about Donnie's mishap with the lap pool second week into training," Weiss answered lightly and that was that. The rest of the night was chatter and a frustrated Park, even as Ressler worked through the details of the story and the fact that a known Cabal leader had been the one to cut the case off at the knees.

As they wrapped it up for the night Weiss - a little clingy that many beers in - wrapped an arm around Ressler's shoulders, pulling him in and hanging into the front of his jacket. "You got one of the best here," he told Park and she tried not to look as irritated as she clearly felt. "Sorry I couldn't get you what you needed."

Weiss offered Ressler one more squeeze and sauntered off. Park rolled her eyes as they started for the door. "What a waste of time."

"Maybe not," Ressler mumbled as he patted at his own jacket, feeling something that felt suspiciously like a jump drive in his inside pocket. Leave it to Weiss. The bastard always had had a flare for the dramatic.

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Liz remembered her own memory extraction had left her feeling violated and in desperate need of solitude and a shower from the inside out. She'd been taken and drugged against her will only to find out that she'd been used as a child to traffic one of the most dangerous blackmail files that the world had seen. It still left her unsettled all these years later and the vague reference that Krilov had made after Ressler's equally twisted experience with him to the fact that he'd screwed around with her mind yet again only made it worse. Part of her wondered if, after Tom had his memories back, she should speak with Selma about trying to find out what had been altered or taken from her the second time, or if it had just been an attempt to throw her off her game. If history had taught her anything it was that the not knowing was just as dangerous as knowing in the life she led. Another part, though, didn't want to crack open yet another round of danger. Maybe when this was over she should just be done.

Not that Reddington would let her.

Thankfully Tom's experience with the memory extraction hadn't been quite as horrifying. At least it wasn't all bad. Where Liz's buried memories were filled with smoke and fire and gunshots, Tom had a mixed bag. He had been exhausted after the session, falling asleep next to her on the couch as she'd worked. It hadn't been until late that evening that the nightmares had crept in, but even as he'd come flying off the couch like he was ready for a fight he could only remember pieces of what he'd seen. It was something they would have to talk to Orchard about when they saw her later that day.

Before that, though, Liz needed to get Agnes safely dropped off at school.

The four year old had wanted nothing to do with leaving the apartment that morning. Liz wasn't sure if Tom had won all that affection through pancakes for breakfast since Agnes had re-met him or if she remembered him on some level. Their kid had always been more intuitive than Liz thought was possible and she'd loved her daddy before he had been snatched away from them. He could always get her to laugh, that giggle filling the whole apartment and he was all she'd known in the first month of her life. Even in the painfully short time that they had had in Cuba together after they'd run, Liz had seen it. Tom had changed over the years, but Agnes had taken that growth to a whole new level. Now, even at the beginning of the process that they hoped could return his memories, she saw that connection between dad and daughter, and it had been a chore to get her out the door without him.

Now she just had to get her to her classroom and they'd be doing alright.

"Grandma!" Agnes squealed, pulling Liz out of her thoughts as they crossed the parking lot.

She tugged her hand almost free, but Liz clamped down a little harder just in time. "Hey, you know not to let go of my hand with cars around," she chided softly and followed to where Agnes had tried to run.

Scottie Hargrave stood on the sidewalk, her skirt and sleeveless blouse perfectly pressed and a sharp look fixed on Liz. It softened as it shifted to Agnes, and as they reached the safety of the sidewalk, Liz let her go. Scottie showing up without warning couldn't be a good sign. Let the grandkid work her charm on her first.

Agnes flung her arms around Scottie's long legs. "Hiiiii! Mommy didn't say you were here!"

"I thought I'd surprise you," Scottie answered, her tone light.

"But I gotta go to school," Agnes pouted and looked to Liz like she hoped she'd give her another option.

"Yep. School's a must," Liz answered.

"What about this?" Scottie asked and there was something in her tone that said as much as Liz was willing to let Agnes' natural adorableness soften whatever Scottie was about to drop on her, Scottie was willing to use her granddaughter to get her foot in the door. "I'll pick you up after school and we can get ice cream?"

Oh…. Liz never stood a chance against ice cream.

"Ice cream!" Agnes cheered and hugged Scottie again. "Love you, Grandma!"

She started towards the door where her teacher was waiting. "Hey, what about me?" Liz called after her, her lips quilting up at the corners in a teasing smile.

"Love you, Mom!" Agnes shouted with a wave and was gone.

"She's just like Tom was at her age," Scottie mused softly and Liz would have bet a sizable chunk of change that she knew exactly what Scottie was doing there. Her mother-in-law turned a look on her.

Liz squared her shoulders just a little. "Why don't we get out of the pathway?"

"No, I think we should have this conversation right here." Brown eyes caught hold of blue and the older woman held her gaze. "I'm not sure what I did to offend you."

"What makes you think I'm offended?"

"I took Agnes in for months so that you would have time to process everything and grieve. I understood. I was mourning him too." Her tone was biting, the boiling rage just barely kept under control. "I kept it to myself because I thought you needed time. I suffered in silence so you could heal and that sweet little girl - my Christopher's little girl - wouldn't suffer like we did. And this is how you repay me. Why?"

Liz bit back the first snarky reply that came to mind and then crushed down the truth that she'd suspected Scottie at first. That wouldn't do either of them any good now. Instead, she stepped off the path and under a tree, waiting for Scottie to move with her. "Because I just found out he's alive."

"Is that so? When? Because there had to have been enough time for you to tell that insufferable partner of yours and for him to run a DNA test. Did you really think —"

Well, at least Liz knew how Scottie had found out. She would deal with Ressler later. "A week and a half ago," she cut her husband's mother off. Might as well fill her in at this point or she'd start digging and who knows what she would throw off balance. Liz had never wanted Scottie for an enemy. "He lost about a decade's worth of memories. He didn't remember me or Agnes. It's been…. busy."

She watched shock slowly settle if Scottie's features. "Is he…. alright?"

"Mostly. He's been working at St Regis. It was the last thing he knew when he woke up, he said."

"How did that bring him to DC?"

"A job. He was hired to…. We're still sorting it all out."

"There are people and methods that can help with that. Let me—"

"I know. I've had it done." Scottie turned to look at her a little more sharply than the statement warranted.

"Had what done?"

"Memory extraction. It's a long story and one that I'd rather not get into outside my daughter's school if you don't mind."

Scottie pursed her lips. "Do you think his memories were taken on purpose?"

"Seems to be that way. We don't know for sure by who yet. It's…. a really delicate situation."

"Yes." Liz could see the woman's clever mind spinning and brown eyes met blue. "I'd like to see him."

"Scottie…."

"I need to see my son," she pressed. There was a desperation in her voice and there were tears forming in her eyes. She was a strange woman for the CEO of a company that dealt in spycraft. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, but the more Liz had gotten to know her, the more she suspected that it was a tactic.

Even so, she knew how much Scottie loved Tom and how much Tom had come to love his mother.

"Let me talk to him. He's been…. overwhelmed, but I'll talk to him."

"I'll be in town."

"You better be you owe your granddaughter ice cream after school," Liz answered with a small smile.

Every moment there seemed to be a new complication added. Something that made an impossible situation that much more difficult. Scottie knew. Okay. She could deal with that. She could even use that, potentially. It was the fact that Ressler hadn't trusted her enough to let her know what he was doing. He'd snagged DNA from Tom - likely from something left behind at his apartment the night he'd stayed there - and sent it out without saying a word. As soon as he got back from Germany, Liz was going to have a chat with him.

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For as well as the session the day before had gone - at least after Liz had gotten there - this one kept getting sidetracked. Even with Liz next to him, her voice working as a tether to better things, his mind kept trying to go a different direction. The result was fractured memories joining together like a Picasso painting. Nothing made sense and he couldn't find a way to break through and make it.

Tom loosed a frustrated breath as he felt himself being pulled out of it and then he was back in Selma Orchard's clinic, strapped back in a chair and hooked up to machinery. Liz reached out, her hand in his forearm and he tugged away, the movement making him realize he had already been unstrapped from the chair. "We're not done."

"For today we are," Orchard answered.

"You took me out too soon. I could've gotten there," he growled, his voice sounding as agitated as he felt.

The doctor offered a sympathetic smile. "This isn't something you can push, Tom. Not without substantial risks."

"And if I'm willing to take those?" he shot back.

"Then it may cost your life and that defeats the purpose, doesn't it?" Orchard asked pointedly. "I have another patient like you. She had trouble with limitations at first too. She wanted something she could fight. It took a while for her to understand that you do more damage by pushing past the limits your mind and body are clearly setting than working within them."

"What happened once she got that?" Liz asked.

"She started to improve. Little things, but better a half a step forward than two back," Orchard answered. "And you have something she doesn't."

"What's that?" Tom grumbled, not really in the mood for some life lesson about patience his second day in.

"The ability to surround yourself with what your mind has forgotten. Your wife, your daughter, your home. I know you didn't have a breakthrough today like yesterday, but that doesn't mean we didn't push at those blocks that have been put in place. Think of it like a dam holding back water. You're putting cracks in it with the work we're doing. As the dam weakes, memories could start to slip through when triggered by external forces."

"Happened with me," Liz said softly from his side and Tom felt a sudden and unfamiliar wave of guilt for pulling away from her. He reached out and she took the offered hand as Orchard continued.

"The more you surround yourself with the familiar, the more likely you are to find yourself remembering things." She glanced over at Liz. "Why don't I give you two some time to talk?"

"Thanks," Liz answered and Tom tightened his fingers around hers.

"Sorry."

"For what?"

"Pulling away. For… You've done nothing but help me."

"I love you," she said softly. "And we will get there. I promise."

He sighed heavily, letting his head drop back against the rest behind him. He could feel the ache coming on and all he could do was hope it didn't turn into a full blown migraine.

"So Scottie showed up at Agnes' school this morning."

"Remind me who that is?" Tom asked tiredly.

"Your mother."

That drew his attention. "Is that normal?"

"No. She found out you're alive. Apparently Ressler ran your DNA."

"Asshole."

Liz snorted a laugh at that. "I'll handle Ress, but with what Orchard said, this might be a good opportunity."

"What? You want me to meet this woman?"

"You guys got… well, you were getting close when everything happened." Her other hand came up to cover his, almost like she needed as much of a reminder as she could get that he was right there. "She wanted to have dinner. If you feel up for it, maybe it'll knock something loose?"

He thought about it for a long moment, trying to conjure an image of the woman Liz was talking about in his mind, but he had nothing. Not a glimpse of the woman that Liz had said - despite what Bud had told him and that Tom had believed growing up - loved him.

"Okay," he breathed at last. "Let's give it a shot."

That smile of hers could light a room, and as Liz leaned in and kissed him, he felt some of the frustration ease away.

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TBC

Notes: Well, Ress is busted. Good thing he walked away with a successful trip to Germany at least?

Next Time: The Keens have dinner with Scottie, Red takes a trip down to Texas, and Ressler runs into trouble.

#the blacklist #Donald Ressler #Alina Park #Tom Keen #Elizabeth Keen #Agnes Keen #Scottie Hargrave

[darling-i-read-it]

Coma

Dan Torrance x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: minor Doctor Sleep spoilers, death, car crash, coma

Author’s Note: I hope this was around what you were looking for. Most of the time my fingers just fly when I’m writing for Dan and this was one of those times lol. Thank you for being so kind to me!

Requested: by @moonheartsposts Hi lovely ! I have a new request for Dan. The grandmother of the reader is in the hospice and Dan come to help her to go. Before closing her eyes the grandmother asks Dan to visit her grandchildren who's in coma since a car accident. Dan goes there and uses his shinning to reach her. But she is "trappep" in her mind because of the trauma and Dan help her. Of course an happy ending would be perfect ❤

Summary: the request!

Genre: fllluff

(not my gif) (I’ve used this gif like ten times I’m just gonna start doing ewan McGregor gifs from other movies geezzzz)

The day started normally enough. He went to the hospice, like every other day. He had gotten a call that one of the patients was slowly going in and out of sleep and that the cat, Azzie, was standing outside her door. He had known of the patient, spoken to her every once in a while. He knew of most of the people he worked with but he wasn’t actually a doctor. He was just the guy you saw just before you died.

But that night had seemed a little off. He didn’t notice it at first, at least not consciously. He guessed it was just because the cat was acting up again. He walked to the end of the hall and opened the door that Azzie was clawing at. The little cat jumped on the bed of an old, frail lady. Dan grabbed a chair and sat down beside her.

She didn’t wake up for a moment but she saw him immediately. He guessed she had had a lot of shine when she was a child. He could still feel it off her.

“Oh,” was all she was able to say. He nodded. She reached a shaky hand up to her face and then put it on his hand. “Time to go?” Danny looked at her with knowing eyes.

“You’re going to be okay,” he whispered. She squeezed his hand with as much strength as she could muster. He was about to start making amends, having her see her childhood and her adulthood. Sing a song from a campfire years ago like he usually did. But then she spoke. Her voice had such a strength to it that he barely knew what to do.

“My grandbaby,” she said. He looked confused. Dan wasn’t sure if he was asking him to pull up memories from her grandkids or not so he peaked, just a little, prepared to bring up the memories. He saw the girl with Y/C/H hair and Y/E/C eyes. You were gorgeous. He saw snippets of you growing up, the same age as he was. Dan saw your smile and your laugh. He had seen many people in many different memories in different peoples minds but no one he felt like he knew more than you.

He was still seeing you when he saw a car. A car against another one, sparks flying and screams. Screams. He knew this was just an imagination of something that this woman had known happen. He knew that you had gotten into a car crash.

A coma, you were in a coma.

“See my grandbaby. She needs a good boy,” the old lady said. She was smiling and then she was gone. It was so sudden that he didn’t even have the chance to help her go. He did what he could with what he had. He felt her so peacefully. And for some reason he knew he had to see you.

He took the rest of the night off. Azzie was peacefully sleeping on his desk anyway. After he called the death in he walked to the hospital. He flashed his hospice badge and the desk worker must have been tired because he let him right back. Dan knew where you were, he could feel it. He could feel you. He walked around the halls in his scrubs, fitting right in.

Dan landed in front of an open door. A doctor was just leaving it and didn’t give him a second look. There weren’t many visitors in the halls, only nurses and doctors who were too busy to notice him walking in the room.

He noticed you right away. You had the room to yourself, the bed beside yours neatly made and empty. He walked slowly to your side and sat in the chair beside you. You were pale, lips dry but you were still gorgeous. Dan couldn’t help but put a hand on yours. You were so cold.

He thought about his options for a moment and then searched for your brain, your thoughts. He was blocked by some barrier in your brain but he was just able to get behind it. Dan knew what this was. You are stuck in your own head. The one thing that the hospital couldn’t figure out how to cure.

Trauma and terror. Mental things when you can’t respond.

Lucky for him, his shine was able to pull you from it rather fast. He eased your brain, your thoughts. You had been hurt but most of those had been gone for months. You had been in your head for so long and you needed a way out.

He could provide that.

You sat up quickly, hand squeezing his for an anchor. You took a deep breath in and searched the room for something familiar. Beeping went off around the room, scaring Dan into standing. When the doctors came in he turned to leave, scared of being caught. Your eyes followed him but since your voice hadn’t been used in so long your words of protests were lost in your throat.

It was a week later when he saw you again. He had been thinking about you all week but didn’t dare return to the hospital security camera limelight. He didn’t need that. You walked down the hospice hall. He felt you before he saw you.

He looked up from his desk and stopped petting Azzie, standing quickly. You smiled softly, even more gorgeous than he remembered.

“You were the guy who woke me up right?” you asked. You stopped at the edge of his desk. He nodded, avoiding your eyes.

“How did you find me?”

“I could never forget your face. I’m Y/N. I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner with me, as a thank you. I would still be in my own head if it wasn’t for you.” He finally met your eyes. Azzie nudged against your chest while the cat stood on his desk.

“You’re grandma sent me,” he spoke. You smiled. That beautiful smile.

“She was always trying to get me a boyfriend. No one stuck though. Guess she was right on her last try.” He blushed.

“I’d like dinner. Yeah.”

You nodded happily.

“I’ll pick you up here at 6 yeah? Oh I didn’t catch your name!”

“Dan. Dan Torrance.”

“I’ll see you at 6 Danny Torrance.”

#dan torrance imagines #dan torrance x reader #danny torrance x reader #danny torrance imagines #doctor sleep imagines

[atths--twice]

Well... we have reached the moment that I never wanted to see happen, and yet I must stay canon with the storyline of the show. As much as I didn’t want to write a chapter like this one, I truly hope I did it justice. We all know it’s coming, so...sigh...

Chapter Twenty Five 

In Between 

Maggie wakes up and begins to feel short of breath, a pain in her chest. She then finds herself in between life and death, needing to make a choice.

February 8, 2016

Maggie woke slowly to the sound of whining close to her ear. She opened her eyes and found Pip sitting to her left, staring at her with his little black eyes. He did not open his mouth but she could hear him whine from deep inside his body.

“Hey there PipPup,” she quietly greeted him. “What seems to be the trouble?” He laid his head down on her chest, over her heart, and whined again. “You need some scratches, buddy? Is that what it is?” She reached her right hand over and scratched him behind his ears, and he quieted a little.

He had only been with her for a few days, and she already loved him to bits. He was such a sweet little thing, always wanting to be right next to her wherever she was sitting. He hardly barked, was house trained, and loved to go for walks, and when they walked he never pulled but stayed right at her heels.

The first couple of nights, Dana had come over after work to see how they were getting along. She brought new chew toys and treats for him, but every time Pip was torn between investigating the new items and staying close to Maggie.

“Looks like you two are best friends already,” Dana laughed as he took a treat from her and ran back to Maggie. “I’m glad he’s taken to you so quickly, Mom.”

Maggie was too, and she made sure to show him how thankful she was to have him in her previously quiet home. He had everything: treats, toys, belly rubs, ear scratches, and a cozy place to lay down in front of the fireplace. She even made him dinner every night and not from processed can goods. Oh no, Pip got the real thing: chicken, turkey, or beef, and she often let him choose.

“Spoiled already,” Dana had said, as she sat at the table one of the nights, shaking her head with a smile, watching Maggie cook him his own personal meal.

“As he should be,” Maggie crooned, looking over at him. “Look how cute he is sitting there.” Dana chuckled as she shook her head again and said she knew he was very cute.

“So, Pippy,” Maggie yawned and smiled at him, as she lay in bed and looked into his eyes, petting his soft head. “What should we do today? Louise was talking about bringing the grandkids over again. You liked that last time, and they liked you. Should we give her a call?” He whined at her again, and she smiled. She turned and looked at the clock and saw it was 7:30, too early to call yet. She sighed, and closed her eyes.

“Five minutes, Pip, and we’ll get up and let you out and have some breakfast." She yawned and stroked his back. His whining remained low and his eyes remained focused on hers. She smiled at him and then chuckled at how such a small dog could make her so happy.

Fifteen minutes later, she was up and in the kitchen, trying to get his breakfast for him, but he would not go outside to pee, no matter how she tried to cajole him. He stared at her and whined, refusing to leave her side, and when she set his bowl down he did not go near it.

“Pip, what’s the matter with you?” she asked as she stood staring at him. “Usually, you gobble it right down. Are you not hungry? Are you okay boy? Maybe you want some treats instead? Nothing wrong with eating dessert first. Let’s see what we got.” She turned around, and he barked at her, running to her legs, standing up on his back legs to reach out for her.

“Pip, what has gotten into you?” she said above the noise of his barking. “Stop that right now. You … oh … wh … oh … the phone … help.” She stumbled to her purse and pulled her cell phone out, dizzy and short of breath, a squeezing pain gripping at her chest.

Pip kept barking as she leaned over the dining room table and dialed 9-1-1. Her breath was coming out in bursts, the pain in her chest getting even tighter.

“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?”

“I … help me … my heart …” Maggie panted out, the pain unbearable. Pip continued barking, and her legs crumbled underneath her. She fell to the floor, and her last coherent thought was of Pip’s cold nose as he whined by her ear. He would be alone, and he had not even eaten his breakfast.

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Darkness and quiet pressed around her, so quiet it could not be real. Were her eyes open? She turned her head and blinked her eyes. Yes, they were open, but she could not see in the darkness.

“Ma’am, can you hear me? She’s waking up. Ma’am, just lie still. Do you know where you are?”

Bright lights, so bright it hurt her eyes, sirens so loud it was deafening. Her chest was so tight and there was a mask on her nose and mouth. She needed to say something, to get some words out. Pulling at the mask weakly, she tried to talk, her breath short.

“Charlie … please … Charlie,” she panted out trying to get someone’s, anyone’s attention.

“Charlie? Is that your son?” A voice from somewhere asked.

“Charlie … Charlie … find … Charlie,” she breathed.

And then … darkness and silence once again.

Hours passed, or it could have been seconds, she had no way of knowing. A weak light began to grow near her, and she walked toward it. When she reached it, she found she was in her dining room, the table empty. She looked around, wondering how and why she was there when she had been in an ambulance, at least she thought it was an ambulance.

She sat down and felt the table. It was so smooth, except the one spot with the scratch. This was her table, but it made no sense how she was home when she could remember the excruciating pain in her chest. She should be in the hospital. What was happening?

Footsteps approached and she looked to her left, following the sound. She stood to her feet in shock, as her wonderful Bill appeared on the other side of the table wearing his favorite pair of jeans, a blue Navy sweatshirt, and the biggest smile she had ever seen.

“Maggie Girl,” he said with a shake of his head. “Look at my beautiful wife.” He grinned, looking her up and down until his eyes steadied on her face.

“Bill? What are you doing here? What is happening?” she breathed out, her hands going to her chest in surprise.

“My love, I am so happy to see you, but I know you are confused,” he said and gestured for her to sit down. She sank down, not taking her eyes off of him. He smiled, but then sighed and shook his head again. “There’s no easy way to say this, and you know I’ve always been blunt and honest. Honey, you’ve had a serious heart attack.” She stared at him, and she knew he was telling her the truth.

“Right now, you’re in between the land of living and dead. It’s your choice whether you move on or go back. I can’t make the decision for you, or influence you one way or the other. It has to be your decision,” Bill said smiling softly at her.

“I’m dying?” she asked, looking at him, knowing he would be honest.

“You are. But there is still hope, still a chance you could leave here, and that’s your decision, Maggie Girl,” he said quietly. She let his words settle within her.

“I had a heart attack at this table, at the table I love so much. So many memories attached to it,” she said quietly, touching it with her hands. “I felt lightheaded, I couldn’t catch my breath, and my chest …” She touched her heart, and he nodded. “The dog knew, my sweet little Pip. That was why he kept whining at me, not wanting to leave my side. Oh, of course he did. His name was fitting, just as it was in the book, he understood and felt things that others couldn’t.” She cried as she thought of the little dog who had become so attached to her so quickly. He must have sensed something right from the beginning.

“Mom.” She suddenly heard Dana’s voice from the end of the long table, a light illuminating her as though she were on a stage. Maggie turned her head and wiped her eyes. There was Dana, looking not at her, but at something Maggie could not see.

Maggie got up and moved closer to Dana, looking at her sad face. She wished she could hold her and tell her she was okay, that her father was there, and she loved her.

“Hi, Mom,” Dana softly said, smiling sadly. “It’s me, Dana. I’ve been where you are. I know that Ahab is there. And Melissa. But, Mom, I’m here. Bill Jr.’s here. And William. William’s here. And Charlie … is here. Please, Mom, don’t go home yet. I need you.” She was crying, and Maggie started crying too. Her girl’s heart was breaking, and she could not help her.

“Maggie?” Bill called to her. She turned to look at him, and he smiled sadly at her. When she looked back, Dana was gone and so was the light. She turned back to Bill with tears in her eyes.

“How am I supposed to leave her, Bill? I love her so much and she needs me. She’s my baby girl.” Maggie began to sob, and he moved closer to her, standing close enough to touch her without extending his hand to do so and remaining silent as she cried. As her tears slowed, she looked up at him.

“She’s an adult, Bill, but so much has happened to her, and I need … I need to be there for her. So many things haven’t been said, or done. I’m not finished,” she pleaded with him. “Bill Jr. and his kids …  And Charlie … he hasn’t spoken to any of us in years. Years, Bill. How do I leave with that unresolved? How?”

“My Maggie,” he whispered. “That is where your decision comes into the equation. It has to be what you want. When you’re ready.” She looked at him with her eyes full of tears and he smiled kindly at her. “I am not saying this with any hopes to persuade you, but I have missed you so much.”

“Oh,” she said, stepping closer and reaching out for him. “I have missed you every day, my love.” She attempted to put her arms around him, but he stepped back, and she frowned at him.

“I’m so sorry, my Maggie, we can’t touch, not being on the same plane, so to speak,” he explained quietly, his eyes on hers. “I would love to hold you, dance with you, but it doesn’t work that way, not until you’ve made your choice.” She nodded slowly, understanding, but not at the same time.

“I’m not ready to do that yet,” she told him and he smiled.

“I know.”

“God, I must look so different to you,” she said, suddenly aware that she was over twenty years older than the last time he saw her, and also dressed in the cupcake pajamas she bought on a silly whim. “I’m so old. So many more wrinkles.”

He grinned at her and shook his head. “Not a chance,” he chuckled. “You look just as beautiful as the day I met you.”

“You are a terrible liar.”

“I am. And that’s how you know what I say is the truth,” he laughed softly and she smiled.

“Hey, Bill." Came Dana’s voice suddenly again, and Maggie could see her illuminated, sitting at the end of the table, not facing her but looking into the distance. “What time is it where you are? What time is your flight from Frankfurt? Oh … I think you should get here as soon as you can. Oh, I can't ... How am I to know that? I-I won't answer as to whether she's going to die before you get here. Bill, yes, I'm a doctor, but I'm also her daughter. Well, we'll keep her on life support. That's ... that's what she wanted. Yes. Mom and I talked about it after my experience in a coma. She said that she wanted us to do everything that we could to keep her alive. Her advance directive is on the Living Will Registry. Yes.” And then she was gone, the darkness of the room around them again.

Maggie sighed and sat down, close by where Dana kept appearing, not wanting to miss her if she came back. Bill sat on the other side of the table and stared at her.

“She’s an amazing woman, our girl,” Bill said to her and Maggie smiled.

“She is an amazing, wonderful woman. You would be so proud of her, Bill,” Maggie smiled.

“I am proud of her,” he grinned and then they were quiet, simply staring at each other.

“How long do I stay in between like this?” she asked him, not sure how this all worked. “Is there a time limit?”

“Like when we used to have game nights with Louise and John? When he absolutely cheated and turned the timer back over when no one was watching?” Bill laughed.

“He was a cheater,” Maggie laughed as she looked at him. He winked at her and she smiled.

“No, Maggie, there is no timeframe. It’s your decision and yours alone. We’ll stay here as long as you want,” he said, smiling kindly and taking a breath.

“I miss you, Bill,” she sighed. “I have missed you so much. I’ve been okay, but it’s been so lonely on my own. You were taken from me too soon. We deserved to see our kids become parents, not just me. You should have been there to spoil them, teach them about ships and how to respect the ocean, safely handle weapons, and hear them call you Pop or something silly.” She stared at him, her eyes sad at all he missed out on within their family.

“Oh, Maggie, my love,” he said, shaking his head. “I’ve missed you too. Leaving you was the hardest thing I ever had to do. But, I knew I would have been a burden on you and the kids if I had come back. I didn’t want that for any of you, so as much as it hurt me, I went forward.” He put his hands on the table and she did likewise, though they still could not touch. He smiled at her and she sighed. A light appeared beside her, and she knew Dana was coming.

“Nurse? Is it wise to administer a hypertonic saline to a cardiac arrest patient?” Dana asked beside her, and Maggie turned to look at her.

“Agent Scully, we had to confirm your mother's advance directive, and it indicates that she not be resuscitated if unconscious or requires artificial respiration. She amended it last year. It's signed and witnessed by two retired naval officers.” A nurse’s voice as she stood by Dana, handing her a folder. Dana looked confused by this new information.

“Oh, Bill, I need to tell her,” she cried as she stood up, standing in front of Dana, trying to get her attention.

She took a breath, the dining room disappearing for a moment, and it felt like needles in her body and her chest was so heavy. Trying to open her eyes, she could not do it. She came back to the dining room and she started to cry.

“I need to tell her. I didn’t get a chance. Oh, Bill,” she cried as she sat down and Dana and the light disappeared again. She put her head on the table and cried, apologizing for not taking the time to tell her before why she changed her directive, and for being unable to ease the pain she was experiencing now.

Bill sat down across from her again and stayed silent, letting her cry. They sat for a long period of time while she cried, and when she quieted, they simply sat in silence, her head on her arms.

“We have to extubate her. It's not necessarily termination, but we not only have to honor the law, Dana, we also have to respect your mother's wishes,” came a voice, and Maggie looked up to watch Dana and the person who must be the doctor. Dana’s head was down. The look on her face pained Maggie, for she looked lost and incredibly sad. Her phone vibrated, and she reached to answer it.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice low and tired.

“I'm here.” Maggie heard Fox’s voice say through the phone, and Dana’s head turned, the relief showing on her face as she must have seen him. Maggie looked in the direction she was looking but did not see him.

“Fox is there,” she said, smiling with relief at Bill. “She’s not alone anymore.” Clasping her hands together, she put them against her mouth. “Oh, Bill, he’s such a good man, and Dana loves him so much. I wish you’d gotten a chance to meet him. Well, maybe back then you might have not agreed he would be the one for Dana, but I always saw it. He is perfect for her, the one she’s always needed.”

“You’ve mentioned him many times, Maggie." He smiled and she smiled back slightly.

“Are you ready to extubate?” came a voice and the light again.

“Yes, Doctor.”

“You have a stent on hand?”

“Removing the tube.”

“On her next exhale.”

“Ready?”

“No, I’m not ready,” Maggie cried out. “Wait, please.” She stood between the people who were talking around her, trying to get them to hear her. “Just a few more minutes, please.” She looked up and saw Dana and Fox, standing together, far from her. The sadness on their faces broke her heart.

“Dana,” she called out stepping toward her, but she was pulled back, surrounded by the doctors and nurses. “Please, let me go to her. Stop.” She took a deep breath, and her head fell back, before she raised it again. The doctors, nurses, even Dana and Fox, were gone and only Bill was standing by her in the darkened room.

The table had grown and now it had more than twenty chairs on each side, pushing her away from where they had been appearing.  “What’s happening?” she asked, fearing she knew the answer, but also unsure. “I … I already made my decision.” Bill nodded his head imperceptibly and she shook her head. “But I didn’t think it would be so soon. I wanted more time.”

“Don’t we all, Maggie Girl?” he quietly asked.

“But …” She stopped and looked at him. He nodded and they stared at one another. “I made the decision, to go the way I wanted. I didn’t want to force Dana to make that choice. Or Bill Junior. Or Charlie. Oh … my Charlie. He is my one regret. Letting the past hurt us when it’s all so unimportant, and yet we held it. He held it …” She shook her head and closed her eyes. “I tried Bill. I reached out and he was … he didn’t want to reconcile.”

“Then you did all you could, honey. He was always the quiet one, but he also held a grudge like no one could, you know that about him,” Bill said comfortingly. “Once he had it in his head, there was no changing his mind. You tried, I know you did.”

Maggie nodded, but still it hurt her to her soul. She opened her eyes, and he smiled at her. A light began to build down far at the opposite end of the table. Maggie moved quickly toward it as she saw Dana and Fox sitting on separate sides of the table, both looking exhausted. Dana’s head was down while Fox was watching her, and Maggie could see the worry on his face.

“Back in the day, did ... we ever come across the ability to just ... wish someone back to life?” Dana asked him quietly, raising her eyes.

“I invented it. When you were in the hospital, like this,” Fox said, causing Maggie to smile. He certainly had.

“You're a dark wizard, Mulder,” Dana said, and Maggie stood beside her, staring at her beautiful daughter. So much pride and love for the woman she had become.

She heard Fox laugh, and she turned to look at him. So handsome, his face so full of love for Dana.

“What else is new?” he joked, his smile the one reserved only for her. Dana’s cell phone started to vibrate on the table, and she answered it.

“Hello? … Charlie … Did Bill call you? Yeah. Um ... Mom asked for you. Charlie, can you just say something to her, please? Just anything. I don't know. Just ... do what I can't do … bring her back to us … okay. I'll put it on speakerphone,” Dana shakily said as she stood up. Maggie stared at the phone in disbelief. All this time, could it really be Charlie?

Dana held the phone out and Maggie waited, hoping against hope that it was him. “I've got Charlie here. He's on the phone. I know you can hear him.”

Please let it be him. Please ...

“Mom? It's me. It's Charlie. I heard you were asking for me, so ... here I am, for once. What do you want to know? What's the big mystery?” Oh, God, it was him. Her boy, the one she prayed for and missed, after so long.

“Anything? Any reaction?” She heard Dana ask, and she knew now what her choice would be and what she would do. She knew.

“Well, her pulse rate quickened, but I didn't see her move,” Fox said.

Maggie looked at Bill and she smiled, and he nodded, his answering smile wide and happy.

“I know what to do. I know what they need.”

And then Bill was gone and this time she could open her eyes. Slowly, she blinked and felt the pain her body would be in if she stayed. The ache it would cause her and she knew. She saw Fox leaning in, his handsome face, full of such worry. She had seen enough of that from him, and so she smiled, trying to reassure him she was okay.

“Mom? She just opened her eyes,” Dana said in a relieved but worried voice.

“Do you know where you are? Do you know your name?” Fox asked and she turned her head slightly towards him, reaching her hand out to him, and smiling when he took it. She loved him so much and knew he would understand what she was going to say. Her last words, the ones they needed to hear.

“My son ... is named William, too,” she breathed out, her body already feeling weak from that small exertion. She saw him look at Dana, but then his eyes flicked back to her. She knew he understood.

So tired, so ready, she exhaled and left this earth. Opening her eyes, she saw Bill, now in a suit he wore to an anniversary dinner they celebrated years ago. His arms wrapped around her and he spun her around, laughing and crying.

“Oh, my Maggie Girl, my Maggie,” he whispered, spinning her around and holding her tight. When he set her down, she saw she was in the dress she wore to the same anniversary party. A beautiful blue dress she always loved and felt so beautiful when she wore it.

She held Bill’s face in her hands and shook her head. “Oh, I have missed you so much,” she whispered and he kissed her, before pulling her in his arms again.

This was where she belonged, with her soulmate, the one destined to love her forever. She knew Dana and Fox would be all right, and that little unremarkable house would be happy and whole once again. She knew Fox would figure out her message.

Charlie was her regret, and yet at the end, when she desperately needed him, he had been there. He had come back. William was Dana’s regret and the secret pain she held inside. Fox would figure out how to find him and make things right, for both of them, but mostly for Dana. He would, and she knew it.

True soulmates … they had found each other over and over in each new life.

They would find him.

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Group hug, bring it in everyone. This chapter ... this was one I’ve had planned and written for months, although it kills me a little every time I’ve read it. I wish more than anything that Maggie could have lived, she needed to be there for all of them. To see Mulder and Scully come back to each other, to hold and help with her eventual new grandchild, but like I said, I must remain canon.

I hope this didn’t break your heart too much, as I tried to have it be happy as well as sad. ❤️

#The X Files #XF Fanfic #X Files Novel #Sadness and Heartache #Angst #Grief #Hurting #Life and Death #Maggie Scully deserved to live #This chapter hurts

[sabine-leo]

PART 3 

Author: @sabine-leo

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston / Reader - with Benedict Cumberbatch and Bobby

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Mysterious encounter, 

Wordcount: 2492

Part: 3 / ? (aprox 4) LINK TO PART 1 , LINK TO PART 2

Summary: A mysterious masquerade ball calls for a enthralling encounter with a handsome stranger.

Note: He did not lose his shoe... or did he?

This chapter has text messages. > for incomming < for outgoing

The next evening you still felt like it had all been a dream. Sadly, and to Emma´s and your despair he did not lose his shoe on the way out. No, he was gone and the only thing reminding you of him was your mind. You had not bothered do dress properly today. You had nowhere to be and your books and your sofa didn´t require you to dress up. So, as the doorbell rang you went to open your door in just your yoga pants and the wide shirt you were wearing. A big box of Ice-cream was shoved in your face and a blond head popped up next to it.  “Thought this was as good as any chance to get our Ice-cream overdose…” Emma smiled and walked into the kitchen.

 Chuckling you followed and leaned against the counter. “You think this is an Ice-cream worthy occasion?!” Emma nodded. “Absolutely!” She picked two spoons out of the drawer and was headed to the sofa. “I mean, have you seen yourself with that man yesterday? I almost fainted watching the two of you dance and flirt!” She flung herself onto your sofa and opened the Ice-cream.

“Even through the masks you could see the sparks flying out of his and your eyes!” Stopping short on your way to Emma you looked at her. “No, I have NOT seen him and me together…” Turning on your heal you went into the bedroom. “Where are you going? The Ice cream is here..” Emma called irritated.

 2 minutes later you came back with the recipe in your hand. Emma raised her eyebrow and the spoon full of ice-cream stuck in her mouth. “Whaffat?”  

Taking your laptop, you went to sit next to her and said. “We went into the photobooth together. This is the link and the password to access the pictures. He got one and I got one…”

Emma took the spoon out of her mouth with a plop. “You have PICTURES?”

You nodded and smiled. Emma giggled. “Oh dear! You can hide them as your little secret and one day tell your grandkids about the handsome stranger you met for ONE NIGHT ONLY!”

Rolling your eyes at Emma’s phantasies you typed in the information and waited as the page was loading.

 Not that far away Tom threw his keys onto the table and took a deep breath. He had been out for the most of the day but his mind was on something else as work entirely. His hand went into his pocket and searched for the piece of paper. He had not been able to let go of it. Even knowing that he had his rules for a reason, he could not shake the feeling that he had made a mistake yesterday night. Putting the physical attraction aside he had liked your wit and the few things you had talked about between dancing and taking those pictures. Now he stood in the middle of his livingroom staring at a piece of paper that would give him access to pictures of you and him together. Tom sighed.

“Maybe it was just the venue and the thrill of the night?” He tried to talk himself out of his misery.

A tad frustrated he banged the paper down onto the table next to his laptop and went to take a shower.

 “OH MY GOD!” Emma squealed as the pictures showed up on screen one after another.

“Look (Y/N). LOOK!! You two look SO good together!” The first pictures with the both of you goofing off appeared and Emma and you started to laugh. They were pretty hilarious. You could only guess what hysterical faces the both of you could pull off without the masks on. And a guess it would stay…

“ooohhh my heart!” Emma sighed as she saw the picture where you looked deep into each-other’s eyes and then she mocked a faint as the picture of the kiss came up. You on the other hand took a spoon of Ice and said “Kill me now!” before you fell back and stuffed your face.

Emma smiled a little sad on your behalf and saved the pictures and hit the print button.

 Coming out of the shower - which did not help with his mood at all -  in just his sweatpants, Tom sat down and opened up his laptop. He might as well look at the pictures and see if they were as good as his mind tried to make him believe. He filled in the needed things and waited. The first picture appeared and the frown that had been a constant on his face today lifted. A little smile tugged up his lips and a full out laugh escaped him as the funny pictures came up next. Tom could not help himself. He zoomed in on the kiss picture and saw how real it looked. His hand keeping you close. Your hand on his chest. He looked through all pictures again…The body language spoke a million words to him as a trained and accomplished actor. You could not force a connection like that. Tom groaned and let his head fall back. “I am such an idiot!” He saved the pictures and hit the print button as well.

 The both of you had accessed the pictures. The both of you had saved and printed them. On both of your laptops opened up a box with a little DING noise. Tom frowned and took a closer look.

Emma saw it first and began to smile while constantly hitting your arm and yelling.

“HE LOST HIS SHOE!”

                The pictures where accessed from both sides.

If you have not exchanged contact-information’s already you can do so now.

The information will only go out if BOTH sides put them in.

Fill in here à Email: ____________________ 

and/or Phone:_____________________

              Thank you for joining the fun of the Moonlight Masquerade!

 Reading the text for the third time you looked at Emma and laughed. “He did not lose his shoe until I lose mine too!” Emma looked stern. “Oh, sweetheart! You ARE losing your shoe! If you don´t lose it I will pry it off of you and throw it at him!” You could not help it and started to giggle at Emma’s stern look. “But Em…What if he doesn´t want to lose his shoe?”

Emma shrugged “Then he probably turned into a pumpkin head and is not worth your shoe!”

Emma got up and said “You put in your shoe…number, geez this is Cinderella 2019” She laughed and added. “Just with a little more mystery and believe me, the dance was most definitely not PG13!”

Taking in a deep breath that left you in a laugh as she made her comment you stared at the open box for a moment. What did you have to lose?

 Tom stood up and paced his livingroom. A hand went through his hair and made it stand up funny. His ringing phone made him jump. “Yes?!” He said a bit tart. “Helloooo sunshine! Open up your door! Haven´t you heard me ringing your bell 3 times now?” Tom looked to the door and frowned.

“No…no I did not hear it, sorry. Just a second Ben!” Tom hung up and grabbed a Shirt before he opened up to let Benedict inside. “Don´t you look like happy ray of sunshine today?” Ben said and flung the script they both wanted to read together into his arms. Tom closed the door behind Ben and went back into the livingroom. “Sorry, my mind is a bit occupied…” Tom said and Ben tilted his head. “Care to elaborate?”

 Tom slumped down on the chair and just held out the pictures he had printed. Ben took the pile with a frown and started to look through them. “Oh.. so you went to the Masquerade.” He grinned and turned the picture of the kiss to Tom. “Wild guess, THAT´s on your mind!”

Tom chuckled and nodded. “Kind of….more like THAT.” He turned his laptop and pointed at the box.

Ben read it and sat down too. “I don´t understand…”

Tom sighed and gave him a run down of the night. Ben listened but started to laugh at the end.

“Thomas William Hiddleston. You are one dumb fellow.” Tom rolled his eyes. “I know, but my rules..”

Ben interrupted him. “Rules…Yes, I know we need them. But honestly, if you don´t get to bend them when something like THIS happens, they aren´t helpful at all!”

Tom rubbed his face. “Maybe it is just my mind bloating the night up. Maybe it wasn´t THAT good a match.” Ben looked at his friend. “You can only find out if you put in your number and meet her again. And before you start. Yes, it is a risk because of who you are. But maybe it was THAT good and maybe it is worth the risk to expose yourself just this once.”

Tom stared at the box and then at the pictures. “But what if she does not want to…”

Ben smiled and pushed the laptop to Tom. “Only one way to find out!”

Tom nodded and smiled at Ben.

 For the next hour (after the both of you had hit send) Tom went through the script with Ben and Emma had gotten you to watch a Horror film. Mentioning that all that fluff and swooning over the pictures would literally give you cavities. You just pointed at the Ice-cream with a raised eyebrow “You swooned and brought the Ice-cream!”

“All the more reason why I get to choose a movie!” She said and darkened the room.

The DING that went off and the screen on your laptop coming alive made the both of you shriek. Then you started to giggle at your own reaction and went to see who had sent a message.

“Oh god!” you said and started to smile… “He did lose his shoe…” “WHAT?” Emma jumped up.

 “Oh!” Tom looked up to Ben and smiled. “So… she does want to…” Ben winked and clapped Toms shoulder. “You got her number. Don´t be a fool and use it!”

Tom laughed. “That sounded like a threat my friend!”

Grinning, Ben nodded and said. “Maybe you aren´t such a dumb fellow after all!”

They both laughed and Tom programmed your number into his phone.

“I will use it, but I have to think about what to write first…”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Spontaneous as ever…”

“Heey!” Tom sounded offended. Ben looked him dead in the eyes.

“Think about it, Tom. Did you overthink everything you did yesterday night or did you just act out of instinct? Sometimes you just have to trust your gut. It´s as simple as that and it´s as complicated as that.” Tom sighed but nodded. “You are right, I did not overthink yesterday…and it was the best night out I had in years.” Ben smiled at him. “Then trust your gut. Every time I saw you glancing at the pictures you smiled. Maybe it was just a combination of things that made you hit it of with her. But maybe it was something else entirely.”

 Later, as Tom lay in his bed, he updated your profile with a picture from last night. Ben´s words resonated through his head and he opened up the text window. He typed and erased it 2 times before he huffed frustrated and got out of bed to open the window. He stared at his phone and grabbed it, typing fast and hitting send so that he had no time to overthink.

 > Hello Darling, oh right…you told me your name so that I don´t have to start calling you Darling. But what if I want to (Y/N)? I am glad you accessed the pictures and entered your number. Last night was remarkable…Maybe you would like to text and get to know each other a little better? Or…Have Dinner with me and do it in person?

Thomas

 There, he had done it. Tom threw his phone into the pillows and went into the kitchen. Bobby, who had been back from Toms Mum as Ben had left, looked up as he passed his dog-bed. “Go to sleep buddy, I just need some ice-water.” Bobby snuffled and rested his head again.

 Also in bed, but reading a book you heard your phone buzz and rolled your eyes. That probably was Emma again for the 4th time after leaving with a snarky remark or telling you of a new parallel she found to Cinderella. You took your phone and it almost did fall onto your face as you saw the picture and the name of the sender. You read his message and laughed a little at his starting line, then you smiled and bit your lip. He wanted to meet you again. Get to know you a little better. After 3 erased starts you wrote back.

 < Hello Thomas, I am glad too! The pictures you took from us are great. I hope you got your friend home safely. Yes, I´d love to get to know you a little better. Last night really was astounding. Dinner sounds lovely. And I don´t mind if you call me Darling 😉 But let´s see if you still want it after Dinner…

 Tom had made it back into bed and just finished texting Ben that he would say yes to the script as his phone went of in his hands, signalling another text. The picture that popped up made him smile instantly and that smile only got bigger as he read the response you had sent him.

 >  Alright, DARLING. Meet me on Friday at 8pm at Odette´s -- 130 Regent's Park Road ?!

 <     Friday at 8 it is!

 >  Do I have to wear my mask?

<     Please don´t. Getting to know each other better might be easier without one. Although it has been fun.

 >  It was but you are probably right… can´t wait to see your - without a doubt- beautiful face! Sleep well Darling!

 <     See you on Friday!! Sleep well Thomas!

 Tom smiled at his phone and did something he normally would not do, but this was different.

“Odette´s how can I help you?”

“Hello, this is Tom Hiddleston. I´d like to book your secret garden for Friday from 8pm…”

“A table Sir?”

“No, the complete garden venue with a table for 2 please…”

“Uhm, You might need to come in for such an exclusive booking.”

“Alright, see you in 20 minutes!”

 Tom got up and dressed. He had his rules but if he bend them and meet you somewhere public he could make sure it was JUST the two of you without unwanted interruptions. That way you felt safe meeting him in a public place and he felt safe enough to be himself.  

“Hey buddy…want to go for a night walk?” He looked at Bobby who wiggled his tail directly and went to retrieve his leash.

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[princessjaqulinechess1031]

Family Reunion

Characters: Varian, Juliet (OC), Hector

Description: Varian Wry is not pleased when one snarky vegetarian (his wife) meets the other snark vegetarian (his uncle) in his life.

Notes: Is this in anyway possible in canon, for Hector and Varian to have this relationship? Probably not. Enjoy anyway. Also, Varian and Juliet would both be 24/15-ish at this point. This photo below also has like nothing to do with the story but I really like The Look it has.

Varian Wry hadn’t seen one Hector del Bosque in thirteen years, yet, somehow Varian wasn’t surprised when he came home to see Hector sitting at his kitchen table, sipping tea. Hector had seemingly decided to forego the aging process, as he looked exactly the same as he did when Varian was twelve; scrawny with thick dark hair and crazed yellow-green eyes.

If Varian hadn’t of known who Vector was, he would have been frightened by his sudden appearance in his kitchen. But Varian did know Hector. And while Varian knew Hector was formidable in battle, Varian has also seen Hector cry over a bunny because it was too cute.

“You’re lucky Juliet didn’t get here first,” Varian said, not bothering with a greeting. He also didn’t bother to mention who Juliet was, despite the two never meeting. Hector has his ways of knowing things.

Hector took a sip of his tea and shifted in his wooden chair.

“I am still miffed I did not receive a wedding invitation,” Hector said conversely, as if they were in the middle of their last conversation and thirteen years had not passed. “After all I have done for you.”

Varian ignored that the amount of things Hector had done for him amounted to zero and took a seat across from him.

“It’s hard to send an invitation to ‘My Kinda-Sorta-Uncle That Lives With Two Bearcats and A Rhino In A Haunted Tree’. Not sure how to address it.”

Hector narrowed his eyes. “Quirin would have found a way.”

“Well, I’m Varian, and it was my wedding, so I could invite whoever I damn well please.”

Hector snickered but did not smile because he did not smile.

“Where’s your lovely bride anyway?” Hector asked. “I can’t wait to meet the girl who managed to make you look up for five seconds.”

Varian sighed. “She said something about helping a cow give birth this morning before running out. That was about....say, five or six hours ago. She’ll be back shortly.” Varian leaned forward, scrunching his brow together. He wasn’t sure if he should ask if Hector wanted something, because it was completely in character for Hector to show up randomly but also with a motive.

“Relax your worried face,” Hector said. “You’ll get wrinkles. End up looking like your aunt Adira.” Varian just rubbed at his temple. This was going to be a long visit, he could tell. “I’m just stopping by. I was in the area, thought I’d stop and see you’re new Mrs. Wry.”

New? Him and Juliet were twenty-five, they’ve been married for three years. The marriage wasn’t old, but it wasn’t new either.

Hector flicked one of his own braids and stood, leaving his teacup behind on the table.

“Where’s the Mini Ones of You?”

Varian felt a deep part of him groan.

“You mean children, Uncle Hector?” Varian said. “Me and Juliet don’t have any yet.”

Hector hummed thoughtfully and then turned back around to Varian.

“Is it true she’s some kind of an animal whisperer?” Hector said. Varian nodded slowly. Juliet’s abilities were no secret and Hector had been quite a spymaster back in the days before Varian lived. Hector would know even if they hid it.

“And before you ask, no, we don’t know how she does it.”

If this affected Hector, he didn’t show it.

“Interesting,” Hector said, “I can’t wait to meet her.” If Varian didn’t know better, he would say Hector looked almost excited.

Varian heard the front door slam open and shut, and Varian quickly stood.

“Well, here’s your chance.”

“Varian?” she called out.

“In the kitchen!”

“Okay!” He heard her feet start to shuffle towards the kitchen as she kept yelling. “Sorry it took so long! Manny was grateful for all the help and tried to get me to take some meat from a pig he just killed, and I know you like ham, but taking meat after delivering a cow just seemed wrong. So I picked some apples, I thought we could make pie instead, since I know you like that.”

Hector turned to Varian, raising a brow.

“Pie?” Hector asked. Varian sighed.

“She really likes pie,” he said. Ever since she discovered it at eighteen, she had been crazy about it. And she was pretty good at making it, actually. Her apple pie, especially, was great. Varian was always excited when she said she was going to make one, and the news she planned to actually made the day seem a little brighter.

“Then you won’t believe who I ran into!” Juliet said, pulling into the kitchen with a basket full of shiny green apples. “Cosette’s grandbunnies! They’re so cute, they look just like her—“

Juliet stopped suddenly, eyes finding Hector. Her eyes were wide, mouth open in surprise and confusion, feelings she didn’t bother to hide. Not that he could blame her. Hector was quite a character.

The closest thing that Hector could make to a smile crossed his face.

“You must be Juliet, Varian’s wife,” Hector said. “I’m Hector, his uncle. I’m sure Varian must have told you about me.”

Juliet twirled to face Varian head on.

“Uncle?” Juliet said. “But I thought you said your dad was an only child.”

Varian bit his lip. “Long story.”

Hector’s brow raised subtly and he crossed his arms.

“You didn’t tell her about me?” Hector asked. “Some kind of nephew you are.”

Varian could feel a headache building, and he wished he didn’t keep the medicine in the basement lab. Then he could take some and not be tempted to disappear and leave Juliet alone with Hector. It had only been five minutes, and he was already so tempted to do so.

“It just never came up,” Varian said. “We’ve got lives of our own.”

“Apparently so,” Hector said thoughtfully. He picked up there salt-shaker, like he was inspecting it and then put it back down with a simple nod. Varian didn’t ask.

“Adira sends a message,” Hector said. Varian gave a small smile. He rather liked Adira, at least she acted more reasonable than the man before him. “She says to please give Quirin grandkids so he’ll stop talking about wanting them in his letters.”

Varian felt his insides die and his cheeks burn red. Of course that would be what Adira sends to say. He took back what he thought about liking her. Juliet just smiled and put down her basket on the counter.

“Tell Adira is that it’s not for a lack of trying Quirin doesn’t have them yet.” If Varian could die twice, he did it, because Juliet really just said that. Of all things.

“Jules!”

“What?” Juliet asked. “We’re trying to have a baby. There’s nothing shameful about it. In the animal kingdom, it’s pretty much a known and accepted truth amongst mates that the two are trying for mates.”

Hector nodded. “She’s right.”

Juliet smiled brightly. “I like him.”

And then Varian died a third time.

Because of course Juliet liked Hector. Of course she did.

“Hector do you like pie?” Juliet asked. Hector shook his head.

“No. It’s disgusting,” Hector said. Juliet’s smile didn’t waver.

“Too bad,” Juliet said. “Because if you stay for dinner, I’m making pie for dessert so eat it or weep.”

Hector smiled — not smirked or snickered — he smiled.

“I like her.”

^^^

“Out of Hector and Adira, you had to like Hector?” Varian asked, cutting carrots at the kitchen table. Juliet smiled sweetly at him from where she was mixing the stew in a pot.

“‘Rian, last time I saw Adira was when we were fifteen, and she threatened me with a sword,” Juliet said.

“Yeah, she does that,” Varian said. Threats were how Adira showed affection Varian sometimes thought.

“Naturally I’m going to like the one who doesn’t do that more.”

Varian finished with the carrots and brought them over to Juliet.

“But he’s just so...weird,” Varian said. Juliet chuckled softly and threw the carrots in the soup.

“Honey, isn’t that pot calling the kettle black?” Juliet said. Varian titled his head in confusion.

“Since when have you started using common phrases?” Varian asked. Juliet rolled her eyes and kept stirring.

“Since I realized the potential it has for sarcasm,” Juliet said. She motioned towards the table, where an onion sat, ready to be peeled for the soup. “Now, can you please peel the onion? It’s the last thing we need for the soup.”

“Why are we making soup anyway?” Varian asked. “Neither of us particularly like it.”

“Because we have guests,” Juliet said. “We have to make sure they’re well-fed.” Oh, right. In addition to Hector, Juliet had suggested inviting Quirin over for some kind of makeshift family reunion. Which meant soup, because it was the only thing besides pie and sandwiches that either knew how to make worth anything.

“Besides, I’ve been craving some carrot soup,” Juliet said. Varian picked up the onion but turned back to her.

“You hate carrot soup,” Varian said. “We only make it for guests. Why would you be craving that?” Juliet seemed surprised too at the revelation but then but her lip nervously. She twirled the spoon around and didn’t answer. Varian decided to let her suspicious behavior go.

“Where’s Ruddiger?” Varian asked instead. Juliet shrugged.

“Disappeared into the forest after we picked apples,” Juliet said. “Said something about telling the others the apples were in season.”

Onion now peeled, he brought it too her.

“Ruddiger?” Varian said. “Focus on apples, who would have guessed?”

Juliet clicked her tongue in annoyance and took the onion from him.

“I hope your uncle doesn’t mind vegetarian food, love,” Juliet said. Varian smiled and hugged her shoulders from behind.

“No, he too has embraced your joyless way of life,” Varian said. Juliet turned back to give him an seething look and Varian chuckled, kissing her cheek once. “I’m kidding Jules, you know I don’t care about you being a vegetarian. But Hector is one too, for real. He won’t care.”

Juliet hummed to herself and hugged one arm around her stomach. Juliet seemed like she was going to say something else when Hector appeared in the doorway of the kitchen again, Dad by his side.

Dad smiled at them, wearily but kind all the same. Time hadn’t been the kindest to Dad — his hair was more gray than brown, and his wrinkles were beginning to be too numerous to ignore. And next to the seemingly ageless Hector, it was easier to see. Yet, somehow, it hadn’t diminished the respect he could receive just by his arrival. Dad carried himself strong and sturdy, just like always, like a grand, old lion. Time hadn’t been kind, but Dad seemed ready to fight it’s unjust affects.

“Hello son, Juliet,” Dad said. Varian grinned and let go of his wife, walking to greet them.

“I see you’ve caught up with Uncle Hector,” Varian said. Hector beamed wickedly and walked over to the chair he had occupied earlier.

“Yes, Hector, you can take a seat,” Juliet said, crossing her arms. Hector seemed one step removed form surprised, and raised a brow. “Varian, can you please help Hector set the table while I finish the soup?”

Varian helped pull Hector from his chair and led him to where they kept bowls. Hector seemed more than a little confused.

“Why doesn’t Quirin have to help?” Hector asked like a five year old.

“Because he’s my father,” Varian said simply.

“And he didn’t just take a seat, Mister Rude,” Juliet said. Dad laughed and moved deeper into the kitchen.

“I can help set the table, it’s not a problem,” Dad said. Varian dug through a cabinet for spoons as Hector set out the bowls with a scowl.

“Quirin,” Juliet said, “you’re fine. Just take a seat. Consider it a reward for not barging into our house when we’re not here.”

“Oh, Varian told you about that,” Hector said dully. Varian put down the spoons and turned to Hector with a raised brow.

“Did you think I wouldn’t tell her?” Varian asked.

“If you were a good nephew, no, you wouldn’t have told her.”

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[cristinablackthornkingson]

Shadowhunters Short Story #33.

It was a cold, frosty day in November and this month  marked 2 months since the battle with The Cohort and since The Clave left Idris. Everyone was working hard to get The Clave up and running smoothly again, in New York. Isabelle had been helping Alec out by helping him with his paper work and looking after Max and Rafe when he and Magnus both needed to be somewhere else, Alec hated leaving his boys but it always made him feel better when they were with family, he knew they loved their aunty Izzy and Uncle Simon and would have a wonderful time with them.

 Everything was quiet today, there were no meetings planned or anything, and everyone was taking the rare chance to spend some time at home, Jace and Clary were working on wedding plans, Magnus and Alec were spending the day at home with their boys, and Isabelle and Simon had planned to work on some wedding plans too. Right now, Simon was out getting them coffee, and Isabelle took this time of being home alone to do something she had been meaning to do for a few weeks now.

For a while, Isabelle had been feeling off, she had been feeling very nauseous, had unbelievable aches and pains in her back and stomach and had recently missed her period, and she had never missed a period in the ten years she had been getting them. She had The Birth Control rune, though she wasn’t very careful about making sure it hadn’t worn off, these last few months, the last thing on her mind was Birth Control. She and Simon definitely weren’t trying for a baby, they had never discussed having kids, though Isabelle guessed Simon would love to have kids someday, and now that Max and Rafe were here, Isabelle had come to realize she would love to have children some day too, but she had not planned on having kids for at least another 5 years. 

She could have easily gone to The Silent City to find out whether or not she’s pregnant, but she wanted to avoid the Silent City at all costs, she was still creeped out by The Silent Brothers and hated the idea of any of them touching her. Instead, last week she went out and bought a pregnancy test and hid it in her makeup bag, where she knew Simon would never look. 

As Isabelle nervously waits for the results of the pregnancy test, she desperately wishes she had asked Clary to come over and wait with her, being alone made her nerves a thousand times worse, deep down she was actually a bit scared that the test would be negative, she was so use to the idea that she was probably pregnant, the thought of not having another little life growing inside her, made her heart ache with sadness. 

Once the three minutes are up, Isabelle makes her way over to the bathroom sink on wobbly legs and looks down at the test. Straight away, she sees two dark lines and her breath catches in her throat. There was no doubt about it, she was pregnant. Just then, she hears the door open and close and Simon call out to her. 

Stuffing the test into the pocket of her jeans, Isabelle hurries downstairs to the kitchen, where Simon has just put their coffees down. 

“Hey.” Simon says, smiling brightly at her. Isabelle’s heart flutters a little at the sight of his smile, and she hopes their baby inherits that smile. 

“Hi.” Isabelle replies, taking the coffee from Simon but almost instantly gagging at the strong smell of it. That was another symptom she had been having, her sense of smell was extremely sensitive the last few months, just last week when she and Simon had been looking after Rafe and Max, Max had asked her to open a bag of popcorn for him, and the smell instantly made her feel sick to her stomach, from then on Simon was in charge of opening stuff for the boys. 

“Iz, are you okay?” Simon asks in a tone of concern. 

“Yeah... just... the smell of the coffee is making me sick.” She says, trying to work through her nausea. She really hoped this wasn’t how the next nine months were going to go.

“Are you coming down with something? You seem to be feeling sick a lot lately.” Simon gently asks. There was no point in not telling Simon about the baby now, he would probably figure it out sooner or later, especially when she started showing, and he had to know eventually, she couldn’t keep it a secret. 

“No, actually Si, there’s something I need to tell you.” Isabelle quietly says. 

“What is it?” Simon asks in a curious tone. 

“Um... Si, how would you feel about having a baby?” Isabelle asks in a quiet, tone. Simon’s eyes widen and he sets his coffee down. 

“I-I would love to have a baby, would you?” He quietly asks in a hopeful tone. 

“Yes, yes I really would.” Isabelle says in a breathy tone. 

“Do you want to start trying?” Simon asks in a cautious tone. 

“We don’t need to, Simon I’m pregnant.” Isabelle says in a gleeful tone. 

“Really?” Simon asks in a tone of amazement, hardly able to believe his ears.  

“Yes, I’ve suspected it for a while because I’ve felt so sick, and I finally took a pregnancy test today and it was positive.” Isabelle explains. Simon laughs in delight and pulls her into a tight embrace. 

“This is wonderful, I love you both so much.” He softly says, pulling back and placing a hand on her stomach. “Oh God, I just realized Jace and Alec are going to kill me.” He adds, his face dropping as he think about how his brothers-in-law will react. 

“Relax Si, we’re not teenagers anymore, we’re adults now, we’re engaged and ready for a baby, Alec and Jace will be happy for us, Alec will be so excited to be an uncle, he’ll get to be the fun one without any responsibility.” Isabelle says in an amused tone. Alec adored his sons and being a father was the best thing he had ever done, but he also wanted to be the cool, fun uncle who let his niece or nephew do whatever they want, like Jace is to Max and Rafe. 

“Right, of course, I just got panicked for a second, do you know if we’re having a boy or a girl?” Simon asks, wrapping his arms around Isabelle’s waist. 

“No and I don’t want to find out until they’re born, I like the idea of it being a surprise.” Isabelle lightly says, beaming up at her fiance. 

“Can’t I find out and not tell you?” Simon asks. 

“No! I get to decide because I’m carrying the baby, we can find out with the next one.” She lightly says. Simon raises an eyebrow at her. 

“Next one?” He asks. 

“Mhm! I want lots of babies.” Isabelle says in a joyful tone. 

“How many is ‘lots’?” Simon cautiously asks. Isabelle lightly shrugs and says

“Six or seven?” 

“You’re kidding, right?” Simon cautiously asks. 

“Of course I am! I do want lots of kids but not that many! Maybe 3 or 4.” Isabelle says. Simon’s shoulders relax and he leans in to kiss her cheek. 

“Sounds perfect.” 

A few days later, Isabelle gives in to Simon’s requests that she be checked over by a Silent Brother, just to be sure that everything was okay with her and the baby. Brother Enoch confirmed that she was pregnant (almost 3 months along!) and that everything with her and the baby was perfectly healthy. It had come as a massive shock to Isabelle to find out she was so far gone in the pregnancy, she had thought she was only a few weeks at most, but it did make sense, the dates added up and she was even starting to show a little bit, though she had put that down to bloating. Since she was so far along in the pregnancy, she and Simon agreed to tell their family soon. As it turned out, just as Isabelle and Simon were about to invite everyone around to their house for dinner so they could announce the pregnancy, Maryse invited everyone to her home for a family dinner and Isabelle and Simon saw it as the perfect opportunity to announce the pregnancy. 

On the day of the dinner, Isabelle felt particularly unwell and wasn’t able to keep much food down, she knew she would be able to go the dinner but she wasn’t sure she would be able to eat, so she and Simon decided that they would try and announce the pregnancy straight away so Isabelle could explain if she was unable to eat much. 

Currently, they are standing in the living room of Maryse’s home, while she bustled about in the kitchen. 

“I think I’m going to tell mom when she comes back, I don’t think I can hold it in anymore and I actually want to tell Max and Rafe on their own too, they’ll be so excited, and they can help us tell everyone else.” Isabelle quietly explains to Simon, placing her hand on her stomach. 

“Whatever you want, I’m happy to tell everyone anyway you want.” Simon lightly says, leaning in to kiss her temple. 

“Where is everyone else, mom?” Isabelle asks her mother, as she walks back into the room. They had all agreed to meet here at 6 but it was almost 6:15 now and she and Simon were the only ones here. 

“I don’t know where Jace and Clary are, but Magnus and Alec are running a bit behind, Alec lost track of time doing some paperwork and when Magnus put Max down for his nap he fell asleep with him and they overslept a bit, they should be here soon though.” Maryse says. 

“Would you like more grandkids mom?” Isabelle lightly asks. 

“Oh I would love more grandchildren! Max and Rafe are just the sweetest little things, I feel so blessed to be their grandma.” Maryse says in a wistful tone. 

“I bet you’d love to have a granddaughter too.” Simon says. Even though he and Isabelle didn’t know if they were having a boy or a girl, he had a feeling they would have a girl. 

“That would be lovely.” Maryse agrees. 

“Well in about 6 months you might.” Isabelle lightly says. 

“Is Clary pregnant?” Maryse asks in a tone of shock. Isabelle laughs lightly and says

“No, at least I don’t think so, but I am.” 

“This better not be a joke.” Maryse says in a warning tone. She wanted another grandchild so badly, but she of course would never pressure any of her children into having kids, she just hoped that Magnus and Alec would adopt again or Clary or Isabelle would soon have a baby. If her daughter was messing with her, she wouldn’t be very happy. 

“It’s not mom, I swear, I’m due in May.” Isabelle tells her mother. 

“Oh Isabelle this is wonderful! Congratulations sweetheart!” Maryse exclaims, pulling her daughter into an embrace. May couldn’t come fast enough so she could meet her sweet, new grandbaby. 

“Thank you, we’re so excited.” Isabelle softly says, linking her arm through Simon’s when Maryse pulls back. 

“I remember the excitement of expecting your first child, I don’t think I was ever more excited than when I was pregnant with Alec. Do you know if you’re having a boy or a girl?” Maryse asks. 

“No we’re not going to find out, we want it to be a surprise.” Isabelle says. 

“Well I can’t wait to meet the little one, and I know you two are going to be wonderful parents.” Maryse says. 

Just then the doorbell rings. 

“That must be everyone else!” Maryse says, walking out into the hallway. 

A few minutes later Isabelle and Simon hear the excited voices of Max and Rafe, and only seconds later they bustle in with Magnus, Alec and Maryse just behind them as well as Clary and Jace. 

“Aunty Izzy! Uncle Si!” Max squeals, running over to Izzy and Simon and throwing himself at Izzy. Rafe is right behind Max and wraps his arms around Simon’s leg and looks up at him in adoration. Rafe loves his Uncle Simon so much, he thinks he is one of the coolest people on earth. 

“Hi my babies! How are you?” Izzy happily asks, placing a hand on the back of Max’s back. Rafe scowls at her and says

“I’m not a baby!” Isabelle laughs lightly and says 

“Of course, sorry Rafe.” Izzy says. 

“Hey guys, your aunty Izzy and I have something to tell you.” Simon tells the boys in an excited tone, once the others have gone into the kitchen. 

“What is it?” Max curiously asks. Izzy gets down to their level and smiles brightly at them. 

“What would you boys think about having a cousin?” She softly asks. 

“I like that!” Max exclaims. 

“Would I have to change dirty diapers?” Rafe cautiously asks. Isabelle laughs and says

“No mijo you wouldn’t.”  Rafe’s face lights up at this and he says

“Then I want a cousin!” 

“Well in a few months you’ll have one, I’ve got a baby in my tummy.” Isabelle softly says, laying a hand on her stomach. 

“Really? Like Aunty Tess?” Max asks in a tone of awe. 

“That’s right, in a couple of months the baby will be born and you’ll get to meet them.” Isabelle says, brushing Max’s hair back. Max wraps his arms around Izzy’s waist and buries his face in her stomach.

“I wove you baby!” He exclaims. 

“Can you boys help us tell your dads, Uncle Jace and Aunty Clary, about your cousin?” Simon gently asks, crouching beside his nephews. 

“Sí!” Rafe exclaims. Before Isabelle and Simon can say anything else, Rafe and Max dart out to the kitchen where the others are.

“Daddy! Papa! Me and Rafe gonna have a cousin!” Max exclaims, running into the kitchen, towards his parents. 

“Well we know that buddy, your Aunt Tessa is going to have her baby in April.” Alec gently says, ruffling his son’s dark hair. 

“No daddy! Aunty Izzy is gonna have a baby!” Rafe exclaims, smiling broadly as Jace ruffles his hair. 

“You are?” Alec asks his sister in a tone of disbelief. Isabelle smiles broadly and nods. 

“Yes I am!  I’m due in May, we just found out a few weeks ago.” She says. 

“Oh congratulations!” Alec exclaims, pulling his sister into an embrace as Clary embraces Simon. 

“Thank you, we’re so excited!” Isabelle says, pulling back from his embrace and accepting Jace’s hug. 

“I call Godfather!” Jace says. 

“As if I would trust you with my child!” Isabelle jokingly says. 

“And you trust Simon with your baby?” Jace asks, raising an eyebrow at his sister. 

“Yeah no offence Si, I’d trust Max with my baby more than I’d trust you.” Clary teasingly tells her parabatia.

“Well you’re not being godmother anymore.” Simon jokingly says.

“You must be so excited about the baby.” Alec quietly says to his sister. 

“I am, I just wish dad could be here to meet the baby.” Isabelle quietly says, leaning against him. 

“I understand, I really wish he was here to see my boys grow up, they’ve both grown so much in just two months and it kills me that dad’s not here to see it.” Alec quietly says. 

“I know, he would love this baby so much.” Isabelle quietly says, the tears welling in her eyes. Though her father (or her little brother) would not get to know her baby, she knew her baby would have so many others around them to love them, two parents, so many aunts and uncles, a loving grandmother and three cousins. (once Tessa and Jem’s baby is born) 

Isabelle’s pregnancy progresses smoothly, her nausea and illness lasts only until the fifth month, when they’re replaced with terrible aches and pains in her back and hips, pain killing runes did nothing for her so she had to bare it, she didn’t really mind, she knew it would all be worth it when she got to hold her baby. 

When Isabelle was about 5 months pregnant, she and Simon decided on one boys name and one girls name. If they had a girl, they would name her Jessamine (Jessie for short) Elaine Lovelace. If they had a boy they would name him George Robert Lovelace, after his uncle and grandfather. They had asked  asked Clary to be the baby’s godmother but couldn’t choose between Jace or Magnus and Alec for the baby’s godfather.

Isabelle was currently 9 months pregnant, only a few weeks from her due date. She was going to have a home delivery with a Clave Midwife delivering the baby and a Silent Brother witnessing the birth.

Currently, Isabelle and Simon were in Devon visiting Jem, Tessa and their newborn baby daughter Cordelia who was just a few days old. She was the sweetest little girl and looked just like Jem, and made Isabelle and Simon even more excited for the arrival of their son or daughter. While they were here they were going to ask Jem to be the baby’s godfather,in the end they didn’t choose one of Isabelle’s brothers to be the baby’s godfather as it would be unfair to the one they didn’t pick, or at least they felt it would be. Neither of them had any other close male friends and they thought about giving the baby two godmothers instead of a godfather, but then Magnus had mentioned in passing how Jem was Rafael’s godfather even though he and Magnus weren’t particularly close, Magnus and Alec trusted him (and Tessa) greatly and knew that Jem would be a loving, kind mentor for Rafe growing up, just as Jace would be for Max. Isabelle and Simon then agreed that they would also ask Jem to be their child’s godfather, for the same reasons. 

“Jem, there’s something Simon and I need to ask you.” Isabelle says, when Tessa has taken little Cordelia upstairs to change her diaper. 

“Oh? What is it?” Jem asks, tearing his gaze from Tessa and his daughter, walking upstairs, and turning to look at Isabelle and Simon, a look of pure joy on his face.

“We were wondering if you would be our baby’s godfather.” Simon quietly says.

“Me? Well... I’m flattered but why not ask one of your brothers, Isabelle?” Jem asks in a shocked tone. 

“We can’t choose between Magnus and Alec or Jace, it’s too hard. We thought about it for a long time, we weren’t even going to give our baby a godfather, but Magnus mentioned that you’re Rafe’s godfather because he and Alec know that you will be a caring, loving mentor for Rafe as he grows up, and we want the same for our baby. You don’t have to agree of course, you hardly know us, but we would love it if you did agree.” Isabelle quietly says. 

“I may hardly know you but I knew and loved plenty of Ligthwoods and Lovelaces in my time, Jessamine Lovelace was like the sister I never had, and I loved Cecily and Gabriel Lightwood’s children as my own, Sophie Lightwood was one the kindest, bravest people I have ever met who was also like a sister to me, I would be honored to be your child’s godfather.” Jem softly says. 

“If we have a girl we’re actually going to name her Jessamine, after Jessamine Lovelace.” Simon softly says. 

“She would be honored, you do the Lovelace name proud, Simon, you both do.” 

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Two hours later, Isabelle and Simon arrive home from Devon, both of them feeling more exhausted than ever before. Isabelle was feeling quiet unwell too, she had been having fake contractions for the last few weeks, but today they seemed particularly strong. She couldn’t help but wince in pain and let out a sharp gasp as another pain ran through her.

“Izzy, are you alright?” Simon asks in a tone of concern. 

“Uh... I’m not sure, these pains are really bad.” Isabelle says in a tight tone. 

“I’m going to summon The Silent Brothers, just to be sure everything’s okay.” Simon says.

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It had been 5 hours in total since Simon had summoned The Silent Brothers. When Brother Enoch had arrived and checked Isabelle over, he had told them that the pains she was experiencing were real, actual contractions. Isabelle had been very grateful for the fact that her pains were not that bad at all, very bearable. A few hours after Brother Enoch had confirmed that Isabelle was in labor, her waters had broken and Simon had contacted everyone to let them know the baby was on the way and promised to get in touch again when the baby was born. After Isabelle’s water had broken, her labor had progressed very quickly, and before she knew it, it was time to push. She had only had to push for half an hour, and now she was clutching Simon’s hand, listening to their baby crying. 

“Simon, is it a boy or a girl?” Isabelle asks in a hoarse voice, as Simon brushes her hair back from her face. Simon had gotten a quick glimpse of their baby a few seconds ago but Isabelle had not seen them at all. 

“A boy, Iz, a beautiful baby boy.” He tells her in a joyful tone, leaning down to kiss her softly. 

“I want to hold him.” Isabelle announces, holding her arms out for her baby. 

“Just give me a minute to clean him down, Mrs. Lovelace.” The midwife says.

“No, I don’t care if he isn’t clean, give me my son.” Isabelle says in a firm tone. The midwife purses her lips, but passes the baby to Isabelle, who instantly presses her lips to her baby’s forehead, holding him close to her. 

“Hi George, my sweet boy, I love you so much.” Isabelle softly says, peering down into her son’s face. He was a perfect mix of her and Simon. He had Simon’s pallor, nose and eye shape, while he had Isabelle’s hair color and mouth shape, and as it would later turn out, he has beautiful big blue eyes, he was certainly a little Lightwood. 

“He’s perfect.” Simon says in a tone of awe, gently running his hand over George’s dark, wispy hair. 

“Yes he is, and you have so many people waiting to meet you my sweet boy, your cousins are so excited to meet you, I just wish your grandpa and your Uncle Max could be here too.” Isabelle says in a tight tone. Robert and Max would love George, Robert was a wonderful grandfather to Max and Rafe and no doubt would have been the same to little George, and Max would have adored all his nephews. However, even without them, George was one of the most loved little boys there ever was, he had so many people around him that loved him and cared about him, and had his grandpa and Uncle Max watching over him making sure he would always be safe.

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[thechocoboos]

Cor with a Daughter HC

Hey guys, it’s ya girl, thechocoboos, here to deliver some Cor HC bc he’s great! 

In this scenario, that weird fucker Verstael makes female clones alongside the normal ones (so yes there are female MTs in this AU) and Cor steals one when he takes baby Prom away, so uh... It’s a mess, but it’s a cute mess.

So Cor was the one who stole baby Prompto away right? Right. So, turns out, Verstael made a female clone as well (that also means that in this au there are female MTs)

And guess what? Cor stole one of those too.

Just picture this: a scuffed up, young Cor Leonis on the run from the Empire with two little blond, freckled babies in his arms. I know. It’s cute.

Anyways

Cor knew he was supposed to return both babies, but the second he looked into the girl’s cornflower blue eyes, he knew he couldn’t give her up

It hurt enough to give up the boy after getting so attached in only a few days, but when she looked into his eyes, he vowed he’d raise her as his own

She had been so calm, merely sucking on her thumb while her brother (what he could only assume was her brother) was wailing his adorable little head off

Even so, he saw the fear in her sparkling blue eyes and promised that she would never have to feel that fear again; Papa Cor was gonna raise her in a safe environment

And he did.

He turned baby Prompto over and had to watch as he was put in the foster system, but he quietly adopted the girl as his own with no one knowing where she came from save for Regis and Clarus

Everyone else? Well, he simply told them that she was the niece of a distant relative that was unable to care for her

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you!” or “Aw, look at you bein’ a big ole softee.” is what everyone said, and it was always followed by, “What’s her name???”

“Poppy.” she may be the same poppy from the actor au but who knows

Papa Cor raised Poppy well

He always gave her the best toys and always, always left work early so he could pick her up from daycare with a warm smile and all

He’d pick her right up in his arms, earning a cute bubble of laughter from her and he’d ask, “How was my little princess’s day?”

All the women in the area swooned (me too)

Unfortunately, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows

In the beginning, Cor was terrified. He had no idea how to raise a child, and he didn’t even have baby furniture for a week (not to mention his apartment wasn’t babyproofed either like y i k e s)

He only survived through the help of his elderly neighbor, Gertrude. She was the mother of four kids and had more grandkids than he could count

But she was always willing to help him. “It’s not often that I see a single dad tryin’ to make it on his own like this,” She told him a couple months after he adopted Poppy, “But it always warms my heart to see a young father trying so hard. Keep it up, young man.”

And he did.

He stuck through it--through the potty training, through the tears, tantrums, incessant babbles and the waking him up in the middle of the night

He stuck through it all and never regretted it

When Poppy said her first words, he practically shouted for joy and even called Regis and Clarus up and the day after? Oh man, the trainees were scared to see such a smile on Cor’s face (he actually went easy on them that day so it was pretty nice for them)

Cor kept pictures of her in his office and always had a small pic of her in his wallet and i swear to you, if he ever had the chance to bring her up in conversation, he would brag and brag away

Poppy really liked reading and wasn’t a big fan of athletics or fighting, much to Cor’s relief

He tried keeping her away from politics and such, didn’t want her questioning too much, ya know?

Still, he knew he’d have to teach her basic combat, just in case (plus he knew one day she’d start dating and he didn’t trust those teenage boys…)

And he did. And surprisingly, as much as Poppy hated it, she was really, really good at it

Cor figured her out-of-nowhere skills at combat were due to the Empire, but he was more relieved than not that she hated fighting; it gave him some reassurance that she wouldn’t ever abuse her skills

Although it wasn’t a big concern in the first place, his daughter was pretty damn soft-spoken and shy; she hated conflict and fighting more than most

Overall, she was a tame kid

She followed the rules, listened well, was a fantastic student… Honestly, Cor counted himself lucky that she was such a good kid

Although whenever he mentioned it to Clarus, Clarus would only chuckle and say, “Yeah, you raised her that way, Cor.”

It always seemed strange to him, that he--a gruff, tough soldier--could raise someone so sweet and shy, but there many more moments where all he felt was pride--pride for himself and pride for his daughter

Still, Poppy had her faults: she had too big of a heart for her own good

She was always trying to bring in hurt animals or asking if they could get a dog or a cat (Cor ended up relenting when she was 10; they ended up with an elderly cat named Haggus and Poppy swears he’s the kindest cat ever)

And then there was her trusting nature. She was incredibly trusting and understanding; Cor was terrified that she’d get taken advantage of one day (all though, deep down, he knew she wouldn’t. At the end of the day, she was a Leonis and he raised her to be reasonable and carry a healthy amount of suspicion)

Sometimes when she was still little, he would worry about her getting into some shit or something going wrong and when he did, it would bug him in the back of his mind until he went to pick her up from daycare (he always gave her tighter hugs on those days)

Cor raised Poppy as his own, but he also told her that she was, in fact, adopted when she was around 11. He didn’t want her to find out through someone else and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could avoid questions about her mom or the strange barcode tattoo (he always told her to keep the barcode covered, and he was always so firm about it that she never dared to do otherwise)

Of course, he didn’t tell her the entire truth. Yes, she was adopted, but he still stuck by the story that she was the niece of a distant relative and eventually, Poppy stopped asking

And as previously mentioned, Cor kept Poppy out of politics and the Citadel

Like, there were a few times when she went to balls or social events (and everyone would always coo over how cute she was) and sometimes Cor might take her to work with him (when she was young), but outside of that, she was never really in the Citadel, not even when Cor was training her

However, whenever she was there, she ended up being around Noctis

There weren’t very many kids there besides her and Noct--sometimes Iggy (maybe Gladio, but he was always with the adults), so they often ended up hanging out

She’d see Gladio around here and there, too, and was pretty curious about him, but Noctis was always super reluctant to go talk to Gladio (let’s face it, Gladdy was probably a dick as a kid and tried to act older than his actual age, so basically, no fun for Noct)

They’d giggle together and run around the Citadel, playing games and goofing off while the adults went around with their boring chatter

Despite how much fun they had, those few social events a year were the only times they saw each other and as they got older, Poppy was able to stay at home instead of attending

So then, they stopped seeing each other at all

Cor always felt a little bad whenever she would ask about Noctis, but he was determined to keep Poppy and work separate (something he was very good at doing)

Still, despite all of Cor’s attempts, Poppy and Noct ran into each other again in high school

They were pretty quick to befriend each other again after a few weeks of awkward small talk, and when Cor found out, he couldn’t help but feel a tad annoyed (I mean, he’d been trying to keep her away from politics and shit for years)

Of course, through Noct, Poppy got to know Ignis very well (he was often in the background of those damn social events when they were kids, so they knew each other existed for sure)

Ignis was fairly fond of Poppy. He always said that she might be a good influence on Noctis.

Gladio was aware of Poppy and she was aware of him, and tbh, they thought the other was pretty damn cute but they never really interacted beyond group outings that centered around Noct (tho they would become surprisingly close down the line)

And Prompto? It was a bit of a weird thing

In summary: their first meeting was weird as fuck

Noct was the first one to befriend Prom, and the first time they properly met, he was absolutely S H O O K

Prompto was so similar to Poppy. They had the same freckles, the same cornflower blue eyes, same shade of hair… They even seemed to have the same inflections in their voices

The longer Noct was around Prompto, the more similarities he saw between him and Poppy and tbh… it weirded him out

And theeen… Then, there was the day that Prompto and Poppy met

Noct offhandedly mentioned that Prompto would be joining them at the arcade, to which Poppy eagerly agreed. Noct had mentioned Prom quite a bit, so at that point she figured that she should meet him

“Oh! I found Prom!” Noct said later, nodding his head towards Prompto’s familiar silhouette, “Hey, Prom!”

Prompto turned around of course, beaming as he walked closer to them in the arcade, “Hey, Noct! And you’re Poppy, ri-” He froze when he saw her

Her mouth was open to speak, but she couldn’t help but freeze when she saw him only a few feet away

It was like looking at a weird, distorted version of herself

Noct kept glancing between them, “Shit, I didn’t realize how similar you guys were until now.”

Luckily, it broke whatever weird spell they were under

Prompto managed to laugh it off and they had a quick, very awkward introduction before moving onto the arcade

It was strange and surreal for both Poppy and Prompto, and honestly, at first? Awkward as hell

They didn’t talk much to each other and seemed to be avoiding one another as best they could

Poppy even ended up going home earlier than planned, giving Noctis an apologetic smile and saying something about how her dad wanted her to help him with some pie (Cor hated pie so it was a bald-faced lie)

That evening, Cor could tell something was up

“Thought you’d be out with the Prince until pretty late.”

Poppy tried to dismiss his statement with a shrug, but Cor’s steady gaze and open silence pushed her for more info. “Just wasn’t feeling it. Met another one of his friends and it was kinda weird, ya know? His name’s Prompto and he’s plenty nice enough but…”

It clicked into place, and with a stoic nod, Cor didn’t ask any more questions. Internally, however, he was beating himself up

He knew very well it was the same Prompto he stole from the Empire with Poppy and he knew something like this would happen with her hanging around the Prince so often

It was only a matter of time before she pieced together some kind of connection and honestly? Cor wasn’t sure what to do when she did

Luckily for Cor, it was a long time before that happened

In the meantime, however, Poppy and Prompto somehow got over their awkward avoidance of each other (it was defo thanks to Noctis)

They ended up clicking very well. They’d finish each other’s sentences, laugh at the same damn stuff, freak out at the same things, and they were absolutely fantastic at teaming up together

Simply put, they became best friends. Noctis and Ignis were surprised at how well they got along, especially after the rocky start to their friendship, but at that point, they were practically stuck at the hip

Cor was uneasy as hell when it came to Prompto

There were times when Poppy’s friends were over and he was strangely tense (although he would always tell Poppy it was just at surprise at seeing the Prince in his apartment with his advisor and bodyguard)

Still, it was only a year before Noct left for his marriage to Lunafreya that Prom and Poppy found out about their barcodes

They had been goofing around like normal before deciding to try their hand at making cheesecake in Poppy’s kitchen

She didn’t want to get her long sleeves dirty and rolled them up, figuring that Prompto wouldn’t notice her wrist in their goofing around

Unfortunately, there were a few minutes of comfortable silence when he did

And boy did he clam up

“Uh… Poppy, is that uh, a tattoo?”

Poppy freaked out about it of course, “Uh, no--it’s just one of those fake stick-on tattoos ya know?” She had tried to lie her way out of the situation

“Oh--that's, that’s cool…” He didn’t believe it completely, “But,” but he had to try, right? “I actually have a similar one! Haha,”

“You do?” The seriousness in her voice was enough to cut all humor out of the room

“Y-yeah,” and he showed her.

Poppy felt the closest to understanding her damn tattoo than she’d ever felt before

Neither of them knew what it meant, but they felt an intense sense of solidarity and there was an unspoken pact between them from then on

They never really spoke about it for a long time, and Poppy never asked Cor. She was almost too scared to; she didn’t know what it meant and didn’t want to break their small family apart trying to figure it out

When she finally did find out, she was worried that Cor secretly hated her and that she was an abomination

Of course, Cor ended that pretty quickly. She ended up having a breakdown one night, and it was all Cor could do not to break down with her

He knelt down to look her in the eyes, holding onto her hands with his own just like whenever she fell as a kid and he wanted to cheer her up

“Poppy, you’re my daughter. I took you from that place and raised you myself. The second I looked you in the eye, you had me wrapped around your little finger. I could never hate you, not for spilling my favorite beer or waking me up when you were little, and definitely not for where you came from. You’re my kid, Poppy, and nothing’s gonna change that.” He managed to give her a shaky smile and earn one from her too, wrapping her in a big, comforting hug and making all of her worries disappear

“I love you, dad.”

“Love you, too, kiddo.”

Look i just love this ok. Give Me Papa Cor or Give Me Death.

B/c I’m a slut for a happy ending: Poppy did go on that road trip with the bros but guess what?

Luna lived, Noctis lived, they both got married and had some cute kids

Poppy ended up in a relationship with Gladdy (he kind of fell in love with how cute and sweet she was, plus the fact that if she had to she would kick his ass--which she did on multiple occasions)

Cor became a grandpa and both loved and hated it. He also never stopped giving Gladio hell.

Prompto married a swell gal and had some kids. Auntie Poppy spoiled them rotten btw

Regis and Clarus were proud Grandpapas, Iris and Poppy got along really really well (Iris said that if Gladio didn’t marry Poppy then she would)

Ardyn lived and became a weird trash uncle who spoiled the family kids and no one knows where he got his fortune from

Anyways, everyone lived happily ever after

Hope you guys enjoyed and let me know if you want some more realistic plot hc!

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