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egcdeath · 2 years

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spectator sport

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: you and joel are the most competitive parents in your daughters’ soccer league. as it turns out, it’s not so easy being enemies when your daughters become best friends.

word count: 4.8k

warnings: canon divergent (no apocalypse yay!), rivals(?) to lovers, they don’t really like each other at the start but they also kinda do?, fluff, realizing feelings, domestic moments, yearning, allusions to a divorce

author’s note: tlou is an angsty masterpiece, but sometimes all i want is a little lighthearted fun. is this the most in character thing?? no! is it more fun to imagine malewife joel in a world without cordyceps? well… you tell me ;)

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“You got it, Chlo,” you cheered from behind a spray painted white line on a cleat-beaten grassy field. You balled your fists as you anxiously watched your daughter chase after the ball with a ferocity, herding it closer and closer towards the goal.

Your daughter had always had a passion for soccer, having watched professional matches with her father since the moment she could comprehend the game, and playing as soon as she could walk. Chloe had leaned even further into the sport following you and your ex-husband’s somewhat messy divorce, which left you in charge of bringing her to practices on Tuesdays, and games on Thursdays. It wasn’t like you minded much, you were always happy to support your daughter in whatever brought her joy.

“Pass it! Pass it!” a loud, masculine voice interjected as the man next to you shouted at your daughter.

Joel was not exactly your favorite parent on the team. While most of the parents enjoyed his presence, with his oddly wise advice for the girls and vocal support of the team (it also helped that he was quite easy on the eyes), something about the man had always thrown you off. Maybe it was his stubborn demeanor, or the way that he found a way to argue with you during every single game, without fail.

Now, as far as soccer parents went, you weren’t the worst. You had your moments of snapping at a shitty referee after a particularly rough week at work, or possibly being a little too enthusiastic when something bad happened to the opposing team, but somehow Joel always managed to do or say something that provoked you just enough to go back and forth with him.

Chloe glanced over in his direction, briefly losing her footing in perfect time for a member of the opposing team to snatch the ball right out from under her.

There was a collective groan from some of the more intense parents on your side, and you openly glared at them for indicating their disappointment with your daughter’s performance. But this wasn’t their fault. It was Joel’s.

“Great call out there,” you spat, shooting daggers in Joel’s direction as you took a few steps closer to where he was standing.

“Oh please,” you could practically hear the roll of his eyes in his words as he prepared to defend himself from your vitriol. “You think I wanted that to happen? I’m rooting for the whole team, not just my child.”

“I am not just rooting for my kid,” you delivered the statement a little too genuinely considering that the truth was probably closer to the opposite. “But you’re acting like you wouldn’t have felt the same way if it was your daughter.”

“I wouldn’t, ‘cause I understand that we’re probably gonna win,” Joel responded casually with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well, we would’ve had a much better shot at that if you weren’t so dead set on yelling shitty directions at the girls. Maybe leave that to their coach?”

“Hey, don’t curse! You’re forgetting there are kids around,” one of the fathers interjected, sounding far more offended than he needed to be.

“Shut up, Mark,” you and Joel said at almost the same time, voices overlapping. Your little spats were yours and yours only, and you’d thought it was common knowledge by now not to interfere when any of the parents were getting into it—but especially with you two.

As usual, your little back and forth seemed to go on and on. It had reached the point where you weren’t even really sure it had anything to do with the game as much as it had to do with the text you’d received from your ex just a few hours before the game, and whatever bullshit Joel had going on in his own life.

As much as you’d like to say you had self awareness, week after week the other parents shared knowing looks and snickered at your spectacle, yet being the laughing stock of the game didn’t deter either of you.

This week’s argument was no different.

To be quite honest, you hadn’t ever really paid attention to those who treated your spats as their mid-game entertainment. Right now, all you could think about was stupid Joel, shouting something stupid at your daughter, making her lose her focus, and miss out on a moment.

Well, maybe you two had too much tunnel vision, as an uproar of cheers from your side pulled both of your attention from each other, and to the celebrating team on the field. Particularly, Chloe and Sarah high-fiving as they jogged away from the goal.

Awkwardly the two of you clapped, cheering the names of your respective children. You didn’t miss the slight flush of red on Joel’s cheeks after missing the sight of his daughter working with yours to score, but you would be a liar if you didn’t admit that you felt the slightest hint of embarrassment too.

The game wrapped up soon after, with a quick discussion with the coach before the children were dismissed back to their families. As you waited for Chloe, you didn’t miss the newfound camaraderie between herself and Sarah, with the girls seemingly laughing at something as they made their way over to you.

Despite whatever negative feelings you may have had towards Joel, you were always happy to see your daughter happy, and if that meant you may have to tolerate the father of her friend, maybe, just maybe, you would stop treating her games as an arena for your shouting matches.

——

As an involved parent, you were no stranger to school fundraisers. For the most part, you would enter a raffle and sit through a catered dinner as the school choir butchered school-appropriate songs, or purchase a handful of chocolate bars from whatever kid was knocking at your door. However, for this fundraiser, Chloe insisted that you volunteer.

It was a simple bake sale occurring during school hours, and you had the day off. How bad could it really be?

Apparently, really bad.

Just minutes after you arrived and began to set out the cash box and assorted baked goods, an unwelcome presence joined you, immediately bringing an uncomfortable tension into the atmosphere. If you knew when you signed up for this event that you would be working with Joel Miller, you could guarantee you wouldn’t have been so eager to register.

“Oh, hey,” you tensely acknowledged after a moment, glancing up at the man who was joining you, then back down at the bagged brownies in front of you.

“Hey,” he responded just a second too quickly, then went silent as he seemed to feel out the awkward tension in the room. After a few seconds of heavy silence that felt closer to an hour, he finally added, “Any ways can I help out?”

Joel gestured to the table where you’d been organizing some of the baked goods. “Is there a method to your madness? Or just…” he trailed off awkwardly.

It was obvious that he hadn’t expected to be working with you, likely not enthused to be spending a good portion of the day in such close proximity with someone he clearly did not like being around. The situation was almost comical—spending hours in a school with someone that you weren’t sure you could spend five minutes with without breaking into explicit argument. Obviously it would be inappropriate to argue with him in this setting, so you reasoned that for the duration of your shift, you could at least attempt to be cordial.

“Uh, they just want us to keep twenty items out at a time,” you shrugged. You could be cordial. You could just give Joel instructions, then only interact with him when need be. “And to keep gluten free items in this basket. Other than that, everything is set up. The first lunch period’s in about a half hour, so we won’t have much to do until then.”

“Got it,” Joel nodded, pulling out a rather squeaky chair before taking a seat next to you.

The following few minutes could only be described as painfully awkward. You could cut the tension with a knife as you attempted to scroll nonchalantly on your phone, and Joel uncomfortably rubbed his hands on his jeans. This was going to be a long afternoon.

“So, what made you decide to help out today?” he asked out of the blue, drawing your attention away from your phone and over to his face.

Okay, you could handle small talk without getting into an argument. Besides, it’s not like you had anything to argue about. And to be frank, were your arguments really ever anything of substance? Sure, sometimes you both had done something slightly annoying or antagonistic, but your arguments never really felt that serious.

“Chloe knew I had the day off and pretty enthusiastically suggested I come help,” you shrugged as almost a means to shake some of your nerves out. “How about you?”

“Pretty similar on my end. Sarah thought it would be a great idea for me to come in today and help out.” Joel looked at you, then back down at his watch, as if he didn’t want to maintain eye contact for too long.

What a strange coincidence. Both of your daughters suggest you come to their school and work together on something.

You bit back whatever emotion it was involuntarily forming on your lips as it occurred to you that there was not a chance in Hell that this was accidental. Sarah and Chloe seemed to be quite close—you rarely heard a story that didn’t involve Sarah these days—and it was not unlike your daughter to plot schemes to try to fix relationships, a trait you and your ex-husband know a little too well. Clever, clever girls.

“What are the odds this was on purpose?” you asked, finally not restraining your entertainment by this whole situation. How ridiculous. And ironic. How ridiculously ironic.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say quite high,” Joel pressed his lips together and shook his head to himself.

And while you’d rather have your child just communicate to you that you’re embarrassing her at games, or that she would prefer you to be at the very least amicable with her new best friend’s father, at the end of the day you couldn’t really blame her for pulling off an elaborate plot. Besides, your feud with Joel was silly and unnecessary, and part of you had always wondered if you hadn’t spent so much time arguing with him, if you two would actually get along.

“If they did plan this, which they most certainly did, we have some smart kids,” you chuckled softly. “And maybe for the sake of them, we can attempt to be… friendly?”

Joel nodded slowly, “I can do friendly.”

A truce. Although the tension between you could still be cut with a knife, it felt nice to agree at the very least not to start a war at the little table.

”Can we really blame them for setting us up?” you pondered aloud, “I mean, who would want their best friend’s parents to be enemies?”

“We’re enemies?” Joel asked with a lift of his brow.

“Well,” you paused. You weren’t really enemies. Despite all of the heated arguments, more times than not, Joel provided you a pretty safe outlet to vent your feelings without many repercussions. “Maybe… rivals?”

Joel shrugged, “Maybe. I know for certain I don’t see you as an enemy. Although, I apologize if I ever made you feel that way.”

Was Joel… apologizing? First, working together with the man, and now an apology. Maybe you should’ve gone and visited your psychic after all, with the unpredictable way your week was turning out.

“I’m sorry,” he admitted, sounding quite genuine. You still weren’t completely sure that this was some weird joke, or that you’d woken up in a parallel dimension. “For always stirring the pot during games. It’s really quite-“

“Joel, it’s really not an issue,” earnestly and without a thought you interrupted the apologetic man, not wanting him to feel the guilt of being solely responsible for your little tussles. “I don’t take anything you say during games seriously. But I also want to apologize. It’s probably not the best to find little things to argue about every week.”

“I just wanted to be clear that I don’t hate you or anything,” he emphasized.

“Well I don’t want you to think I hate you either. If we’re being honest, it’s been pretty nice to be able to inconsequentially blow off steam every now and then. If anything, you’re doing me a favor.”

The corners of his lips turned up and into the slightest smile at your admission, and suddenly it had felt as if a weight had lifted off of your shoulders, and a bit more of the tension had dissolved in the room.

“No hard feelings?” he offered.

“None. Maybe the opposite,” you teased.

“Well, you know what they say about love and hate…”

“Now that may be a step too far.”

As it turned out, you and Joel made a pretty efficient bake sale team. Joel helped the kids pick out their baked goods, and you cashed the kids out. Sure, it wasn’t the most complex operation, but it felt nice to be in such a comfortable rhythm, especially considering the majority of your professional work you did alone.

By the end of your shift, you were far less displeased with your situation. In fact, one might even say that you enjoyed spending your afternoon at the sale with your daughter’s best friend’s father. Maybe Chloe and Sarah’s plot to force you together wasn’t so terrible after all.

Maybe Joel wasn’t so terrible after all.

——-

Every year, Autumn means one thing in your town: the annual fall festival.

It was honestly impressive the way that the entire community would go all out to put on such a large event in order to adequately honor the season, although part of you was convinced that the whole weekend-long event was an excuse for kids and adults alike to indulge in candy apples and Oreo turkeys and show off unnaturally large pumpkins.

This year was no different, and as tradition, you and Chloe hauled yourselves down to the festival. It just happened to be your luck that as you were exiting the car, a pickup truck pulling into a parking space caught Chloe’s attention.

“It’s Sarah!” your daughter informed you, practically skipping over to the vehicle. You followed after your daughter (who just so happened to be much faster than you) as she pulled her friend into a hug the very moment she popped out of the car.

Joel hopped out as well, glancing at your children who already seemed to be walking off towards the fair, then back to you.

“How are you?” he asked, fidgeting with his keys as he put them into his pocket. It was clear that despite deciding not to feud anymore, things were still a little fresh and weird between you two.

“Good, good,” you trailed off, nodding slowly as you slipped your hands into your own pockets and began to follow the two girls. Somehow, Joel ended up walking next to you as you trailed behind your daughters, and a light tension filled the air.

Despite feeling slightly more comfortable with him after your shift together at the bake sale, it was clear that there was still some strange awkward energy between you two. After all, you had only made amends around a week ago, and prior to that, the majority of your interactions had included some sort of verbal altercation.

Walking into the fair, you maintained a less-than-comfortable silence as your daughters chatted and led the way to the field, filled with booths and stations as far as your eye could see.

After a bit of aimless walking around, Chloe suggested a stop at a cornhole station. Watching your respective children play from the sidelines, you couldn’t help but crack a smile at the pure, unadulterated joy coming from your daughter as her and Sarah bantered with each other and tossed little bean bags. After ending with a tie, the pair began to walk away from where they were standing before pausing in front of you and Joel.

“You guys should play!” Sarah suggested enthusiastically, looking up at her father with an animated look in her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Joel trailed off and glanced at you as if he wanted to check how you were feeling on the matter.

Sure, you didn’t have the upper body strength of someone who did construction for a living, but you were confident in your ability to kick some ass at corn hole.

“C’mon, mom. And you too, Joel. It’s fun! It’ll be fun!” Chloe, ever the instigator, egged you on.

“Alright, alright, since you insist,” you played up your reluctance, but happily accepted the red beanbags your daughter offered you. “It’s on, Miller,” you said as you approached the boards.

“Just you wait,” he shot back, matching the overconfident, cocky persona you’d seemed to put on. “Before I embarrass you, I’ll be polite and let you go first.”

“How kind,” you playfully rolled your eyes, but focused long enough to toss the pack not too hard and not too light, and it slid on the board before landing in the hole. “What was that about embarrassing myself?”

Heckling Joel was unsurprisingly quite easy, considering the majority of your interactions prior to the past week had consisted of taking blows at each other. What you didn’t expect was how naturally the banter between you flowed when both of you were able to acknowledge that what you were saying really wasn’t serious at all.

“I think that was called luck. You still have plenty of time to embarrass yourself,” Joel didn’t even miss a beat as he tossed his bean bag with ease, landing right into the hole.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed by his aim, and that your confidence hadn’t slightly faltered. For once in your life, it was possible that a man wasn’t over exaggerating his capabilities.

“Not bad, Joel,” you brushed his accomplishment off as you went to toss your next bag. This time, you weren’t so lucky, and your turn ended with your beanbag on the side of the board.

Chloe and Sarah dramatically reacted from the side, cheering or whooping whenever they saw fit. In a weird way, it was like your roles had been reversed. You and Joel were no longer the overenthusiastic spectators.

“What did I say? Luck,” Joel tutted. “Look, girls. I’ll show you how a real expert does it.”

Turning his back to you and the board, Joel attempted to toss his bag through the board, yet as he turned back around, he found it in the grass between your two boards.

You, Sarah, and Chloe erupted into laughter at the irony of it all, so much so that Joel couldn’t even help but to join in.

“Great job, ‘real expert’. Can you teach me your ways?”

You were somewhat stunned with the speed at which the ice had broken between you and Joel. Just a few minutes ago walking into the fair, you were nervous that the evening would be tense and awkward, yet here you were, teasing and laughing right along with each other.

Once your laughter subsided, you both tossed your last bags, with you making it in and Joel missing. After a gratuitous moment of celebration, Joel walked over to you and extended his hand for a handshake. You took up his offer, and firmly shook his hand.

“Good job out there. You were a worthy opponent.”

“Thank you, Joel. I could say the same, but I won’t. Y’know, since you lost.”

This received a giggle from your kids as Joel abruptly dropped your hand, feigning offense. Maybe it had just been a long time since you’d received any physical affection at all, but the loss of his brief grip stirred something strange deep inside of you.

Ew. No.

You could barely tolerate this man a week ago. Sure, he wasn’t terrible to look at, and your daughter had seemed to take a liking to him, but you’d be remiss if you hadn’t thought about all of those charged arguments you’d had during soccer games. You had only just recently considered him to be anything more than a nuisance.

“Where to next?” Joel asked, pulling you out of your head as the girls began to chatter and move in the direction of whatever booth had caught their eyes.

That was a train of thought for another time. Maybe you’d let yourself think about it tonight night, as you attempt to fall asleep in a bed that’s far too big for one person and far too cold without someone else there. But not here, where the situation felt like a live wire, and a little too real for your liking.

——

For the most part, Chloe’s soccer hobby took up more time than it gave you. The time it took going to practices, games, and tournaments quickly added up, on top of working an absurd amount to make sure that you could pay the mortgage and club fees on time and keep your child happy. The one exception to this general rule were team dinner nights—a night where you didn’t have to worry about spending an hour or two in the kitchen, giving you far more free time to do whatever you wanted.

This time around, Joel was hosting the dinner at his place. Clearly, Chloe was excited to be spending the evening at her closest friend’s home, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t the slightest bit curious to see what his place looked like.

And maybe, just maybe, you were the slightest bit excited to see Joel again.

“Can we just go over early?” she requested as you checked the nearly done cookies in the oven. “Can I go over early to hang out with Sarah? Please?”

You practically could hear the puppy dog eyes in her voice, and when you looked over to her, she was indeed looking at you with a somewhat convincing sense of desperation. It was never easy for you to say no to your daughter, which she unfortunately knew. This time was no different.

Sighing softly, you conceded, “have Sarah ask her dad if you can come by.”

Chloe cheered as she dashed off to the other room, seemingly reaching out to her friend who very quickly responded, as your daughter was back in just a few minutes with confirmation that she could come by any time.

Quickly pulling the cookies out from the oven and throwing them into a container, you packed Chloe into the car, and hauled her over to her friend’s house.

Chloe grabbed your Tupperware and skipped to the door, politely knocking and waiting patiently as you stayed seated in your car, just to make sure your daughter got in okay. As if she was awaiting Chloe’s arrival (and she most definitely was), Sarah pulled open the door the moment Chloe had put her knuckles to the door and welcomed her friend in.

A somewhat muffled voice from inside called something out, leaving Sarah to relay it back to you: “Before you go, my dad wanted to know if you wanted to stop in for a drink?” she called out, just loud enough for you to hear from your open window.

Any other day, you would’ve said no. But for some reason, coming in and checking in just felt right today—so that was exactly what you did. It wasn’t like you and Joel weren’t in friendship territory with each other.

While the girls ran off upstairs, you made your way to the kitchen to find a very stressed-looking Joel. He was in complete disarray as he checked the oven twice, then the fridge for something, then stirred something in a pot.

“Hey, you alright?” you asked right off the bat, setting down the container of cookies your daughter had given back to you onto his countertop.

“Yeah, fine. Just didn’t think about how I was gonna cook all of this in time,” he moved away from the stovetop and towards a cupboard to grab you a glass. “Now what would you like to drink? I’ve got some coke, some juice, something a little stronger…?”

“Just water is fine,” you hummed, awkwardly standing by the counter. “Joel, do you want some help? You know, four hands are better than two. And I’m pretty competent when it comes to reading and following a recipe.”

“Please,” he barely let you finish speaking before he spoke, and desperation was practically dripping off his tone as he passed you a glass of water.

You weren’t sure you expected him to say yes, but you were somewhat surprised when he agreed anyway. He didn’t exactly seem like the type to accept help, let alone ask for it. Joel must’ve been even more stressed than you initially picked up on.

“Of course. What would you like me to do?”

“Uh, if you could just cut up some of the fruit that would be great,” the man ran his hands through his hair as he approached the fridge once more.

You nodded and walked over to the cutting board where it was clear that Joel had begun to attempt cutting some fruit up, but had been interrupted by one of the many pots on the stovetop or dishes in the oven.

Although you didn’t necessarily envision your evening being spent in a frantic Joel Miller’s kitchen, you weren’t particularly mad at it. It didn’t take long for you two to fall into that easy collaborative rhythm that you seemed to always have when it came to working together. Maybe you weren’t too bad of a team after all.

By the time the doorbell rang with the first family, you and Joel had just finished up, and your daughters had just about finished setting up the table in the dining room and on the patio. Taking you by surprise, Joel reached out for a high-five, which gave you a hearty laugh as the two of you tapped hands.

“I appreciate your help,” he remarked. “You saved my ass tonight.”

By all means, dinner was a success. Parents and children raved about how good everything was, and conversing with Joel and the other parents was surprisingly easy—despite you not noticing the knowing looks that a few of the more gossipy moms frequently shot each other.

Luckily, a few families assisted in cleaning things up after dinner before heading out, cutting the time you’d need to spend helping with cleaning pretty significantly. As the night wound down, it came as no surprise when Chloe asked if she and Sarah could hang out for just a bit longer. It’s not like an extra hour would kill you, especially not when Joel was pulling out a bottle of white wine and suggesting sitting out on the patio in the pleasant Austin autumn weather.

As you got settled into your seat, Joel poured you out a glass before pouring himself some. You sighed contentedly, happy with a rather pleasant evening, but tired from the stress of the day.

“Thank you for helping me out. There’s no way in hell I could’ve done this without you,” he confessed, peering deeply into your eyes. He looked at you for just a moment too long, the attention bringing a warmth to your face.

“I’m always happy to help anyone,” you smiled shyly under the pressure of his intense look before taking a sip of your drink. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t be happy to help Amy. But I’m always happy to help you.”

“Well, I appreciate you,” Joel paused as he drank. “And I wouldn’t help Amy either.”

The two of you shared a little laugh before a rather comfortable silence filled the air. The two of you looked up at the sky, gazing at the stars that seemed to be shining a little more bright than usual.

“I’d like to repay you somehow,” Joel said, breaking the silence as he continued to keep his eyes fixed on the sky.

“Mm, that’s not necessary,” you hummed. “Dinner was plenty. It was great, and Chloe and I will definitely be enjoying our leftovers.”

“It’s necessary to me,” Joel paused as if he was contemplating even saying the next words. “Would you let me take you out sometime?”

It was clear that he was looking right at you, nervously anticipating your answer.

You cracked a slight smile as you turned your head towards him, “That would be nice,” you nodded. “I think that would be really nice.”

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

GOJO SATORU X FEM! READER

PART 12

check out final part here

a/n: Hiiii I'm back with another chapter, only one chapter left till we reach the end if this story. I apologize for the late update, my schedule kinda changed and it got busier so that's why I wasn't able to write and post, but good news that I'm back now yay ✨❤️.

Anyways I hope you enjoy this part as well. Some Angst, so grab some tissues and a snack of course to munch on while reading 😀.

Enjoy your reading session, love y'all so much 🫶🏻

Not Proofread ❌ Slight smut at the end.

You took another glance around the room, but didn't dare to ask any of your students about him. You sighed in disappointment but forced a smile to not worry your students and look suspicious or sad. You hated to admit it even within you, but you wished he was there, holding your hand till you awake. But you woke up surrounded only by your students, it's not like you don't appreciate them or they're not enough, you just wanted another kind of feeling, and that feeling could only be with your husband, Satoru. Once again you felt neglected by him even in this terrible condition.

Megumi was too focused on you, he knew right away by the way your gaze was shifting in every corner, every face in the room that you were looking for Gojo, he knew you needed him.

"Ehm, I'll go get Gojo since you're awake now" he said in a reassuring tone without meeting your gaze, and left the room to look for him.

"Where the hell did he go" he mumbled to himself.

"Hm Megumi? Is Y/n awake?" asked Nanami

"Oh yeah she's awake, and she's fine! By the way, did you, perhaps see Gojo around?"

"He's not here"

"Then where?"

"He'll be here later, don't worry about him"

"Nanami Sensei! I. Need. You. To. Tell. Me. please! It's important " he insisted,

With a tired sigh, he spoke,

"Alright! he's at one of the interrogation rooms at Jujutsu High, probably interrogating Mei Mei-"

"or my father"

and without further words, Megumi headed to Jujutsu High to bring Gojo to the hospital, to bring him to your side.

"Hey Megumi wait" yelled Nanami but je was already gone.

*1st Interrogation Room*

"Happy now? Where's that usual dirty smirk at? Gone?" started Gojo as he looked down at Mei Mei who got both her hands chained to the chair.

"How dare you chain me up? A well respected Jujutsu sorcerer!" she exclaimed angrily.

"Oh no no trust me, after releasing Toji from prison, paying him to kill my wife and putting the Jujutsu community in terrible danger, officially you're no longer respected" he spat and started to walk away

"NO NO PLEASE WAIT! GOJO WAIT I BEG YOU! I did this for you!" she started crying,

"I did this for you Gojo, just for your sake. You know about the prophecy, I couldn't let her exceed you and become stronger than you, you're the strongest Gojo and it should remain that way–please, I wanted to protect you–" she pleaded desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks, each sob echoed in the vast empty room.

With a mocking chuckle, he approached her again and bent down till he met her eye level, tilting his head to the side, his blue eyes piercing through her soul,

"oh yeah?" he started

"Y-es, yes just for you Gojo" she said with a soft smile while sniffing.

"Hah, pathetic how hard you're still trying, how hard you're still trying to manipulate me and get me to believe your lies–lemme give you the real fact behind all of this, the fact is that you desperately wanted Y/n to die. You knew Y/n will become something, more powerful than any of us, and of course your jealousy, ego and hate were triggered because another woman effortlessly stole the show and your desperate ass always wants to be in the spot light, taking all the attention, you've always wanted to br known as the strongest woman sorcerer, the perfect match for me, the strongest man! But all of that collapsed when I married Y/n" he paused and pointed his index finger at her,

"You desperately wanted to be her, you envied her even at her lowest, you're obsessed with her to the point that you betrayed the jujutsu world. But lemme tell you something, Mei Mei, Y/n didn't only steal the spot light, she also stole my heart! I love my wife, I love Y/n so much and if you dare to think of any possible plan that could possibly get you out of prison to hurt my wife again, then I'll end you–" he said calmly in a serious and low tone, moving away from her to open the door and leave.

"–end me? just like you ended Geto?"

she wanted to trigger him, to hit his weakest spot, to make his heart ache like hers and to see him all vulnerable, but he swallowed it, even though the name Geto was killing him and slicing him to pieces for years. His hand clutched the door handle tightly, turning his head, side eyeing her,

"Yes I'll end you just like I ended Geto"

Then he shut the door, leaving her all alone.

Right then, she knew she lost Gojo forever, and her last attempt to convince him by bringing Geto was only another reason for him to hate her even more.

"NO GOJO WAIT, no! don't leave me here! GOJO PLEASE"

She begged and begged, but for nothing he's left already and outside that room her screams are inaudible, no one is able to hear her loud cries, no matter how hard she tries.

Gojo reached the other door handle, moving into the next interrogation room,

"Gojo Satoru, we meet again" said Toji with a smirk, his hair falling on his face, his lip bleeding,

"Toji Zenin"

"I go by Fushiguro now"

"And I don't give a fuck, you're a criminal either way"

"Oww, too salty Satoru"

"I don't have time for this kind of chit chat, what was your plan to do to my wife?"

"Kill her obviously, duh!" said Toji rolling his eyes

"You son of a bitch, and you're proud of that, I'm not allowed to kill you, that was the higher ups call so be thankful for that, or else I would have put you through the most terrible death you could possibly think of"

"Are you threatening me? besides it wasn't my plan, it was your side chick's plan"

"The fuck did you say?" said Gojo angrily, taking quick steps to Toji punching him once again, making his nose bleed.

Toji started laughing hysterically,

"Alright you win, you win for the second time Gojo Satoru, but I don't think you won her heart, pity all this effort to save her is for nothing"

"Shut up"

"What? You think now you'll live happy ever after? That you'll start over and become a happy couple? Nah you're egocentric, selfish and fucking arrogant, and you've never known love and never will, I've spent three days with her and I can tell she can't live with someone like you. Both of you are far away from each other, two extremes, too empathetic and too apathetic. She'll leave your ass"

"I SAID SHUT UP" yelled Gojo, once again punching him,

"G-gojo?" said Megumi as he opened the door and witnessed it.

"Megumi?" said Gojo and Toji at the same time,

Megumi looked at Toji with what appeared empty eyes, but in the inside his heart was breaking into pieces.. He shifted his gaze to Gojo,

"Gumi what are you doing here?" asked Satoru

"Came to see you Gojo, you have to go to the hospital Y/n is awake and she was looking for you!!"

"D-did she tell you to l-look for me?" he asked hia heart skipping a beat,

"Nah I just figured out, you better go now"

"Wait aren't you coming with me?"

"No, I have to talk to him"

"Megumi! You know you don't have to stay here, you don't have to talk to him, he'll soon get the punishment he deserves–"

"I know, but he's my father and I need to ask him why!"

"Then I'll stay with you, it's not safe!" he reached to grab Megumi's arm,

"Gojo, please! just go to your wife, she's waiting, don't make her wait any longer! I promise I'll be fine" said Megumi with a smile,

As soon as Gojo left the room, Megumi approached his father standing right in front of him,

"S-son!"

"Why? Why did you do that?" said Megumi in a cold tone,

"Son please!"

"You've almost killed one of my close friends! Y/n is not just a teacher to me, she's my friend as well! and now I can't even look her in the eye, you know why?" he paused, trying to swallow back the lump that formed in his throat making him struggle to talk,

"Because of you! because of the shame I'm feeling whenever I see her or remember that MY FATHER WANTED TO KILL HER JUST TO GET SOME DIRTY MONEY FROM MEI MEI"

"Megumi! you need to listen to me! I had to do that!"

"No, there's no excuse that can get you away for murdering innocent people, first Riko and now attempted to do the same to Y/n just because Mei Mei told you?"

"I did all of this for you, to buy a house, a house that we can all call home! Where we can be a family again, me and you!"

"A family?" said Megumi in a mocking way,

"Yes, we can try again, I can fix everything, and make up for the years that I wasn't by your side–"

"You know what dad!"

"Yes son tell me!"

"I'm glad you left when I was young, I'm glad Gojo raised me and not you, or else I might end up a criminal like you. If my mom was alive she'd be the most disappointed in you, SHE WONT EVEN RECOGNIZE YOU DAD!"

"Megumi don't say please!" said Toji, tears forming in his eyes,

Megumi's words destroyed him because he knows they were true, his wife would be disappointed in him if she was alive.

"You ruined my life dad! Enough of it, stop trying to ruin others' lives just for money, just because you were neglected by the Zenin clan! Don't make others pay for what your clan did to you..." he added, taking steps backwards to leave the room,

"Son wait please! I'm so sorry I caused you all this pain, I'm sorry I wasn't there–"

"Just forget you ever had a son, just like what you did with your humanity....goodbye -dad"

with that he closed the door forever, not only the room's door but the door in his heart that he kept open for his father, wishing that some day, he would repent and fix his mistakes even though he knew deep down they can't be fixed. And now he's finally ready to let go, he can never forgive him for all this mess, for all these mistakes that he willingly committed.

Unable to keep it inside, unable to hide his true, delicate, sensitive self, after maintaining the cold, strong image for too long as a coping mechanism for always feeling inferior than others for being parentless. He finally let out the child thay was kept locked inside, and finally broke down into tears. With each loud sob, his chest rose and heaved with sadness. He cried because of the shame he felt, and because of the fact he's now letting go of his father, once and for all. He cried alone, hugging his knees like a baby, till it became hard to breathe.

But was he alone really?

"MEGUMI!!!!"

That voice, the voice that used to annoy him for telling jokes non stop, for laughing really loud and not letting him sleep, that voice now is saving him.

He looked up, his eyes puffy and red with tears.

Yuji and Nobara running towards him, worried expressions drawn on their faces, their eyes wide since it was the first time they see their friend shed a tear. They finally reached him, joining him on the floor.

"Megumi??! what's wrong buddy what happened?" asked Yuji his eyes softening,

"Fushiguro? Is everything okay? Why are you crying did someone hurt you?" asked Nobara her voice shaking with fear and worry.

He just started at them, not saying anything single word. Looking ay their genuine worried and confused faces, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, realizing that his friends got his back, that they won't let him down and most importantly he realized that he doesn't have to feel alone anymore. They truly loved him and cared for him. He was too broken to realize that, he thought his dad abandon him because he hated him, so he grew up with that mindset; his father hates him let alone people out there. But now, finally realizing that love, friendship saved him, from himself, from his dark thoughts and now he can start anew.

Nobara waved her hand on front of his face,

"Hey Fushiguro??"

Without saying anything he hugged both of them, finally feeling the love he's been rejecting. Allowing himself to feel it for the first time and damn it felt good to have someone care for you, it made his heart at ease.

He hugged them really tight, refusing to let go, without hesitation they hugged him back in a comforting way, their warmth radiating.

"Awww Fushiguro-Kun is being soft" chuckled Nobara

"Shuh Nobara, we love this version of Megumi, geez didn't know you're a good hugger Fushiguro" said Yuji smiling,

"Aaaaa why'd you ruin the moment guys" groaned Megumi

"Nah nah we're sorry, we're just wondering where's the real Megumi and what did you do to him" she added,

"Nah it's the real Megumi here, you just unlocked a premium version. Get used to it" said Megumi pulling away from the hug a smile still decorating his face.

"Well for sure we'll get used to it" said Yuji and Nobara at the same time.

"Wait!! did you leave Y/n alone at the hospital, till Gojo arrives?" said Megumi in a moment of realization.

"Nah nah she's home now, we brought her at the dorms" explained Yuji

"Oh shit"

"What?"

"Gojo went to the hospital to see Y/n, so he won't find her there"

"Come on, he's a married man, his wife would tell him" said Nobara smirking

"Wasn't she supposed to spend the day there, till Shoko makes sure she's fine?" he asked again,

"Yeah but after you left the room to get Gojo she insisted to leave as well, she said she was feeling okay and doesn't need to stay there" exclaimed Nobara.

*At The Hospital*

Gojo pushed open the door of the room that you were in. A mix of anticipation and stress took over him, not knowing how he would behave in front of you, is he gonna hold your hand, kiss you? What was he going to say? Baby? My love? I missed you? All these thoughts disappeared when he found the room empty, devoid of your presence. Confusion clouded his features as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to find any of your belongings, but there was absolutely nothing. Anxiety took over him, his heart racing inside his chest. He got really scared, thinking that someone abducted you, still terrified from the last incident that happened to you. With shaky hands he reached his phone to call one of his students, but before he can do he received a message from Nanami informing him that they moved you out of the hospital and took you to the dorms to rest there.

He let out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding, calming down slowly.

With a heavy sigh, he sank onto the edge of the bed, blaming himself for not being there when you woke up.

*Flashback*

You laid unconscious on the hospital bed after being treated by Shoko. No one was there except Gojo. He held your hand tightly, staring at your soft features as you were in your pretty slumber.

"I'm here Y/n, my beautiful wife, my princess" he whispered to you as you slept.

"I'm sorry, please wake up..wake up so I can tell you how much I love you, how bad I want to make you mine, how I want to fix things and start anew with you as a true husband, a husband that will love you, care for you and protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you.." he paused, remembering the state he found you in, on the floor, bloody nose, shirt almost torn off, his body tensed up.

"I'll punish them for what they had done to you" he added and left the room heading to the interrogation rooms at Jujutsu High.

*End of flash back*

*Time skip, night time*

Your students and Nanami already brought you everything you might need; food, water, some snacks and some manga books that Yuji gave to you to pass time.

You laid your back on the bed frame, grabbed a bag of chips, a manga book and started reading enjoying your own company, trying your best to distract yourself from thinking about Satoru.

Engrossed in the pages of your book and in your own world, the soft rustle of the door opening brought you back to reality. You already knew who it was, it was your husband Satoru. Even though, you were distant from each other, you got used to his footsteps. He closed the door behind and greeted you gently,

"Hii Y/n"

However, you remained absorbed in your reading, refusing to look up at him or even greet him back. He thought you were too focused on the book and didn't notice him arriving so he cleared his throat, attempting to get your attention this time and said,

"A-are you feeling better now? How's your leg?"

But again you remained silent, as if he wasn't in the room, as if his voice was inaudible to you. He received the message and realized that you don't wanna talk to him, and he respected your decision, he chose to not push too far especially that you're still traumatized from what happened to you.

With a resigned sigh, he took some clean clothes from the dresser, and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower that might wash the tiredness away. The sound of the running warm water that fell on his body mingled with the quiet of the room, a gentle reminder of the distance between you and him.

You put the book on your nightstand, and shut your eyes, you tried to go to sleep before he joins you again, you've already took your decision, you'll ignore him, you'll distance yourself even more, you won't let him pity you and help you because he feels sorry for what had happened to you. You refused to be the victim, you won't allow anyone to feel bad for you.

...

Opening the door again, he found you fast asleep, hugging your pillow for comfort. He smiled to himself as he saw your sleeping face.

He missed being in your presence, even if you were only sleeping. He dried his hair and then gently approached the bed, already dressed in his pajamas. The mattress sank as he joined you, getting under the covers. He used his elbow to keep himself up a bit while he watched you sleep. Your pouty lips that he craves to kiss, your soft skin that he wants to caress, your chest that rose and fell with each breath. It was the small details that made him fall for you, that made you so special. He was watching and watching till your comfy sight lulled him to sleep, and now he joined you, his head next to yours, his arms fell on your waist as he spooned you. Finally both of you not only sleeping under the same roof again all safe and sound, but being this close to each other.

.....

You woke up in the morning to him all over you, his arm laid comfortably on top of you. You rubbed your eyes, thinking it was a dream but it was reality. As much as it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, it made you feel sad as well. And the small smile that instinctively formed on your lips, disappeared.

"Maybe he just rolled over" you said to yourself, still convinced that whatever he was doing was everything and anything but love.

You pushed his hand away, getting ready to get breakfast with the rest of teachers and students as well. You missed those mornings, with Nobara talking nonstop, Panda eating everything on the table and Nanami annoyed whenever principal Yaga announced a new mission. You felt like family, you felt included but it's always something missing, the true love, the love of your husband.

It is indeed hard to live a one sided love story, realizing your feelings towards Gojo were more of a problem than a realization, maybe it could have been a lot easier if they remained undiscovered, because starting from today you'll live with the fact that your husband that you fell head over heels with doesn't reciprocate your feelings, at least that's what your mind told you.

The mind works in mysterious ways, sometimes when you're used to some kind of feeling, it becomes like a drug, so when you experience another feeling you always find a way to include that specific feeling again. And that's the case for you, you've been feeling lonely and unloved your whole life, and you thought you'd be feeling that way for the rest of your life not even giving yourself a chance to ask if he feels the same.

...

You walked towards the table, the food was ready, the scent of coffee was intoxicating. Your students already there, excited for food like every single morning.

"OH Y/N - SENSEI GOOD MORNING" said Yuji excitedly,

"Good morning Sensei" said the other students in union with a big smile.

You nodded smiling at their morning energy that was circulating in the air,

"Good morning everyone"

Nanami and Shoko joined, followed by Principal Yaga and then Gojo who came running and out of breath looking for you, but then letting a deep sigh once he saw you sitting around the table safe and happy. It became his new freshly unlocked fear; you not being by his side.

"Oh you're here" he mumbled,

"Huh Gojo what's up with that face? did you see a ghost?" said Principal Yaga

"I'm fine" he shrugged and then joined you, sitting on the chair that was right next to you.

He gazed at you, clearing his throat,

"You woke up early today, I thought about bringing you food to bed so you don't have to tire yourself" he started almost whispering.

You shoved the spoon full of rice in your mouth, not bothering to look at him. The others exchanged gazes but started eating shortly, not wanting to get into your business. Gojo started eating as well thinking about ways to approach you or find a key to start even a small conversation and get you to talk to him.

"So Y/n are you feeling better?" asked Nanami

"Yeah much better actually, thank you Nanami!" you smiled,

And Gojo felt his heart crash, as if he received a stab right in the chest. He wished it was him you were smiling at.

"Yuji can you pass me the salt please?" you said gently,

but before Yuji could reach it, Gojo already snatched it from in front of him and gave it to you,

"Here!" he said with a silly smile,

You poked the inside of your cheek and took the salt from him not even looking at him.

"Um Y/n–" started Satoru but you cut him off by starting a conversation with Yaga sensei.

"By the way Sensei, I feel like I'm ready to start teaching again–"

"WHAT NO!" yelled Satoru

You raised your eyebrow,

"You need to rest Y/n, you've been through a lot" he added worriedly.

But you ignored his concern and his comment and shifted your gaze to Principal Yaga again,

"My students must be missing my classes"

"But y/n Gojo is right! You need to rest! it's been only one day" exclaimed Principal Yaga

"I'm feeling okay!" you said smiling.

"Alright then, do as you please but don't tire yourself, okay?" said Yaga sensei with a smile

You nodded smiling.

"Y/n please, you've been through a traumatic experience, this phase is the hardest even if you're not realizing it" said Gojo with worried eyes.

But you ignored him again, getting up from the table, wiping your mouth with a napkin heading to your room to get ready for a day full of teaching.

......

It was a long day full of laugher with your students, they did everything they could to make sure you were comfortable and happy. Especially Yuji he acted extra silly to get you to laugh uncontrollably. They wanted to help you forget about the terrifying experience as soon as possible.

You were in the balcony at night, enjoying the night sky, getting back to your favorite night activity, watching the stars. It always put a smile on your face. It reminded you of how vast our universe is and how small our problems seem in front of it.

"sensei?"

You looked back,

"hm Megumi? are you okay?"

"Yeah! is it okay if w-we talk a bit?"

"Sure Gumi, tell me!" you replied with a soft grin, now giving him your full attention, anticipating his words

"I–I w-wanted to apologize!" he said looking down at his feet unable to meet your gaze

"Hm? for what?"

"I - I'm sorry sensei, I'm ashamed of what my father did to you, he doesn't represent me, I'm not like him and I completely oppose it, always been I–" he said nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

"Megumi" you started, placing your hands on his shoulders,

"I know who you are! I know how kind, caring and loving you are! You don't need to apologize, you don't need to explain anything. It's not your fault that your dad chose the wrong path, so don't ever blame yourself! Stand proud Megumi! You are an amazing student, an amazing person and an amazing friend of mine" you insisted giving him a light squeeze.

"Really?"

"Yes you are! Don't ever doubt yourself! come here" you added and pulled him into a warm hug.

.........

*2 days later*

"Yaga sensei, since Toji is in prison now what about Y/n and I go back to our house?" suggested Gojo.

"Huh? Why the rush you don't like it here?"

"No it's not like that, it's just since our marriage we had to live here so it would be nice to go back to our own house"

"I like it here" you said out of the blue, showing that you refuse to live with him in a vast house alone.

"But y/n, our house is big, you'll feel more comfortable there, our room is waiting for you–"

"Oh Yaga sensei I thought about making a writing test as well not only a practical one" you said cutting Satoru off, as if his words didn't matter.

Starting a new conversation, totally neglecting him. Everyone around the table noticed it but have no right to interfere. Your inside was screaming, wanting to give in and move back to your house again where you can live only you and your husband, enjoy each other's company and privacy but it was complicated, life is not a movie scene and you can't wipe away the bad memories easily.

*Time skip*

You were in the balcony, waiting for the sunset. You've been lying to yourself, thinking that teaching again and distracting yourself with some jokes would make you forget about the hell Toji and Mei Mei put you through. You were already suffering from anxiety and this incident made it worse. You were getting a good night sleep just because you were using the pills that Shoko gave to you or else you'll wake up screaming from your night terrors, from the trauma you had lived. You started getting random panic attacks whenever you were alone, your hands would get all sweaty and start shaking, cold sweat dripping from your forehead and you felt like being choked.

Maybe it would have been easier if you told them what you truly felt and not pretending to be okay. Maybe it would have been a lot easier if you confessed your true feelings to Satoru even if he rejects you.

A tear rolled down your cheek, knowing that it got worse and that Gojo did a mistake by saving you. Maybe the world would be a better place without you. You felt useless and a heavier burden now, going back to teaching to prove yourself useful in something, only to find your students pitying you and trying to help you instead of you helping them. With a deep breath, lost in your thoughts, you came to a conclusion, that leaving is the best option. It's been weeks and your curse didn't break, and you've already lost faith that it would break, and you can't live on false hope that one day you'll become a sorcerer and make your family proud. You feel like your husband that was forced to marry you, is now forced to take care of you and treat you differently because you were the unlucky one to get kidnapped by one the most dangerous murderers. Your family won't accept you or treat you fairly as long as you remain a monkey with no curse energy.

"It's all related" you chuckled to yourself,

You checked your phone, and credit card, already clothed in your jacket to protect you from the cold.

You took a moment to watch the sunset first, it was mesmerizing, the color degradation representing different phases.

"Sunsets are a living proof that endings can be beautiful too" you said to yourself.

You started walking away, leaving Jujutsu High behind, not knowing where your legs would take you but at least you know you'll be safe, Mei Mei and Toji are in prison now. You just wanted to get far away from everyone, you knew you didn't fit anywhere, you don't belong anywhere. So maybe you'll start as a normal simple human, with a normal simple job. It broke you to run away from them, you considered them a family and you knew you'll carry all those beautiful memories with you whenever you go, but what broke you the most, is leaving Gojo without a proper goodbye, but for your self-respect you chose not to give him another reason to feel sorry for you.

*Time skip*

"SENSEI! SENSEI HAVE YOU SEEN Y/N?" asked Gojo as he rushed downstairs after asking literally everyone and they said no.

"No!"

Panic coursed through his veins,

"Sensei what if someone abducted her again?"

"Relax Gojo, she's not a kid I'm sure she's safe, Toji is imprisoned so is Mei Mei, I'm sure she just went for a night stroll"

Gojo looked at him in disbelief, and left Jujutsu High and start searching for you, maybe he's being paranoid now and scared by the slightest thing but he can't afford to lose you, not again.

...

He searched everywhere, anywhere possible, he even went to Mei Mei's house to make sure you weren't there even though he knows damn well that both of them are paying for their mistakes. He check every corner, every street, every alley but you're nowhere to be found.

He started sweating, his heart hammering against his ribcage, feeling the sky narrowing around him and suffocating him.

"Where are you y/n, please!" he said to himself.

He paused when a thought crossed his mind, he knows you're a space enthusiast. You enjoy watching the clear night sky and chase the stars, but to do so you need an excluded area, away from Tokyo lights. A hill 2 hours away from Jujutsu High, but it's Satoru, he doesn't need 2 hours to reach that hill in a matter of seconds he found himself there.

It was dark, but he could see a figure standing, head's up to the sky. The city light bellow on full display. He knew right away that it was you. He wanted to announce his presence to not scare you, so with a soft voice he spoke,

"y/n?"

Yoh turned around, looking at him in disbelief. Without saying anything you started to walk away but he rushed towards you and grabbed your arm,

"Wait y/n please talk to me!"

"Satoru leave me alone"

"No! no I'm not leaving you alone, not this time! Why are you ignoring me? Why are you being being so cold towards me? I understand it was my fault and I'm so fucking sorry about it but please talk to me–"

"Satoru! For god's sake, let me go, let me live, let me try a new start away from all of this"

"Why? you can start anew here? with us! with me!"

"No you don't understand! I don't belong to your world, I don't belong here! I'm sick of it" you explained a tear fell down,

"You belong with me y/n, please let me help you"

"I don't fucking need your help, I don't need anyone's fucking help, I'm tired of being the one in need, I'm tired of being the one who needs to be saved. Because no one of you will, and because it's so fucking degrading, I'm sick of myself, sick of not being able to protect myself-"

"Y/n you're not realizing your potential, please don't rush things!"

"Don't rush things? It's been weeks Satoru and nothing worked, I can't let you go through this, you deserve to be with someone like you, you deserve to be with someone strong, a sorcerer not a talentless human. It's over okay!! I was ready to send you the divorce papers so you don't need worry about anything, I'm no longer a burden, and you won't take my responsibility, I know you're sick of me and of all this prophecy shit" you paused,

looking straight into his blue eyes, if you could trade the night sky for his eyes then you would, you would choose to look deep into those blue canvas. You wanted to take into his face, to stare longer memorizing his features so they take a longer time to fade from your memory.

"Rejoice Satoru, you're free!" you said and freed yourself from his grasp, walking away,

His heart beats escalated, watching you walk away. No it can't be, you can't leave him, not when he realized that he couldn't breathe without you, not when he realized he can't sleep without your scent in the room.

"No, you can't leave me"

He grabbed you again, pulling you against him,

"I can Satoru, that's what you fucking wanted so don't act like you don't want it"

"I'm not acting, I don't want you to leave"

"Why? So you can feel less guilty by making it up for me even if you don't want it?"

"NO!"

"Then fucking why?"

"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU!"

A moment of silence fell over the place, looking into each other's eyes, only your heavy breathing is being heard,

"I love you y/n, I love you so fucking much that I can't take it anymore, I love you that the only thing I can focus on is you, I lOVE YOU THAT I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF IT MEANS I GET TO BE WITH YOU, BECAUSE YOU'RE MY HEAVEN Y/N, YOU'RE MY BLESSING. I WAS YOUR CURSE AND I HATE MYSELF FOR THAT, BUT LOVE, LOVE MADE ME A FOOL, A FOOL FOR YOU"

You didn't say a word, you were too shocked, words still processing in your mind. You froze, trying to figure out if it was a dream or a reality. But when he crashed his lips on yours, you knew it was real, by the way his soft plump lips felt on yours. His big hands grabbing your waist pulling you towards his body that was screaming, yelling for you, for your touch. You closed your eyes enjoying the sensation, a sensation you dreamt of for many nights, and days. Daydreaming, wondering how his lips would taste.

Instinctively your hands moved around his neck, pulling him closer. Your breath mixing, breathing each other in and out. Kissing each other so passionately as if your lives depend on it as if the world stops rotating, the clock stops ticking, and humans stops breathing. Only you and him in a vast world.

He pulled away, intoxicated by your taste, his eyes full of love and lust at the same time, growing impatient as the seconds passed by, the he spoke with a foggy voice,

"Let's go to our house, our home, tonight I'll make you mine and you'll make me yours.. let me do your duty as your husband, allow me to get a taste of you and get a taste of me"

Your chest rose and fell, feeling the electricity run in your system, turning you on even more.

"mhm" you nodded, you'd follow him everywhere even to your decease.

You were ready to finally give yourself to him, to allow him to do as he pleases to you and you do as you please to him. Finally, a few moments till you become a real husband and wife, a few moments till you taste heaven.

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Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 13

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: violence, fighting, getting punched, fighting in front of/scaring children.

“I now pronounce you man and wife!”

The tears continued to stream down your face as your now-husband swept you up into his arms. Around you, you could hear the clapping and cheers from your guests. And you could vaguely hear your twins cheering from either side of you and Sebastian.

‘YAY MOMMY!’

‘YAY DADDY!’

Sebastian chuckled as you captured his face in your hands and pulled him to yourself so that you could kiss him.

“You’re stuck with us now, Mr. Stan.”

“Always and forever, Mrs. Stan.”

The two of you stared into one another’s eyes for a second, before you pulled away, and you turned towards your daughter.

But Shayla was already running around you and towards Sebastian, “daddy, I get a kiss now?”

He chuckled and scooped her up before kissing her temple, “of course, princess.”

She giggled as he pressed kisses all over her face.

“Momma?”

You turned to Johnny and he was standing nervously in front of you, “yes my sweet little prince?”

“Am I too big for kisses too?”

You shook your head, halfway kneeling to him. You held out your arms and he smiled, running into them. You picked him up and gave him a series of little kisses, “you’re never too old for kisses, baby.”

“Love you momma.”

“I love you too, baby boy.”

“You ready?” Sebastian asked, holding out a hand to you as you heard the music starting up once more.

You nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead you and the twins down the aisle.

“We did it, daddy!” Shayla cheered, “we married mommy!”

“Yes we did, baby girl.”

“I-I’m taking the kidsss.”

“Chris, you’re drunk…I-“

“I want my kids, (Y/N),” he growled, “I want them right now. I-we-we’re going to-“

“Chris…buddy, you don’t want to do this right now…” Sebastian offered gently as he tried to step between you and Chris, “let’s get you back to your room and in the mornin-“

“Don’t-don’t tell me what to do, Stan,” he spat, “they’remykids! They’re no-not yours.”

You frowned as Chris hiccupped and stumbled backwards towards the door. Rushing him, you tried to help him keep his balance, but his arms wrapped around you. His back thudded heavily against the door and he groaned.

“Chris, you need to go to sleep…” you begged him softly, “please…le-let Sebastian help you get back to your room, and in the morn-“

“You should have married me, baby,” he said sadly as he reached up to stroke your cheek. You frowned as he hiccupped again. You felt Sebastian’s hand on your waist, “baby…it should have been me and you up there, with a little army of Evans’ babies!”

“Chris, sto-“ You were cut off when he kissed you. Still in your right mind though, you pushed away from him immediately, “Chris what the hel-“

“I-it’s not too late, baby. We can run awa-“

“Chris I don’t love you. I-“

“I’M THE FATHER OF THE TWINS…Y-YOU’RE HERE BECAUSE OF ME!”

“Chris, you need to leave!” Sebastian hissed, having all too much rage building up inside of him, “you need to go back to your room!”

“Shut the hell up, Stan!”

“Momma?”

Your eyes widened and your heart dropped when you saw Shayla sleepily wiping her eyes as she stumbled onto the scene. But it was obvious that Johnny had witnessed everything.

“Shit!”

“Joh-Johnny!” he hiccuped, trying to walk towards your little boy. But Sebastian was quick to get in his way, “m-move Stan. I-“

“Chris, go back to your room!” he warned, putting a hand up to stop him.

“Chris, please!” you begged, “j-just come back tomorrow after you’ve had some time to sleep off the hangover. Johnny and Shayla shouldn’t see you like this.”

“Johnny and Shayla-“ he hiccupped, “the kids-my kids!”

“That’s enough!” Sebastian said firmly once more as he pushed Chris away from them. You rushed the twins, trying to get them to go back to their room, but you turned when you heard a crash behind you and Shayla screamed.

Chris and Sebastian had somehow gotten into a fight and Sebastian had him pinned against the wall.

“Sebastian!”

“Call security-“

But before he could speak any further, Chris had managed to sneak in a punch to his face, knocking him to the ground.

Shayla screamed again, and you scooped up the twins, running to your master suite. Throwing the door closed, you dropped the twins on the bed and locked the door. A few seconds later you could hear the door turning.

Ignoring how Jefferson was crying from is play pen because of the noise, and Jack was looking at you with confusion, you raced towards the bedside table again, this time reaching for the phone.

“Momma, dadd-“

“DON’T GO NEAR THE DOOR, JOHNNY!” you yelled at your son as he crawled off the bed and started towards the door.

Shayla started to cry and you dialed the main desk, “hello, main-“

“My name is (Y/N) Stan. I’m in the honeymoon suite. My ex burst into our room!” you sobbed, “he’s drunk and their fighting. I locked myself and my kids in the main suite. Please. Send security!”

You sniffled as you held the ice pack to your husband’s face.

“It’s not your fault, honey…”

You gave him a sad look. A few tears slid down your cheeks as you shook your head, “I invited him, Sebastian…”

“And I said that it was okay,” he reminded you as he cradled your hand. Your heart ached as he rubbed the back of your hand, “honey…neither one of us saw this coming.”

“I should get a fresh pack,” you said sadly. He let your hand slide from his, and your stomach twisted once again when you saw the black eye on your husband’s face. As you put it on the table, your hand reached back up again, but he stopped it, cradling your own hand between both of his, “Se-“

“Stop…” he said softly, kissing your fingertips, “you’re so worried about me that you’re freezing your fingers off. Guilt won’t make my black eye go away any sooner, honey…neither one of us expected for Chris to get blackout drunk and show up at our suite demanding the kids.”

“I-I don’t think I want him around them anymore, Sebastian,” you admitted sadly as more tears fell down your cheeks, “I-I don’t want to be that person who says that a man can’t see his children, but it feels like every time he’s around things go to shit. The twins are afraid of him…the-“

“I’ll support you in whatever you decide,” he said quickly, cutting you off, “but I think you might be right in limiting the time Chris has with the kids…at least until he gets his shit together.”

“Wh-what if he doesn’t, Sebastian?” you asked, “what if he’s always like this? He-he’s never put hands on Johnny or Shayla…but with the drinking…Scott said that he’s been doing it a lot more…like almost as much as he was after I had the twins…what if he’s spiraling?”

“You can’t protect him from himself,” he reminded you as he kissed your hand once more, “you can only protect the twins from the man that he’s becoming.”

“But what if-“

A few simple knocks on the door stopped you from speaking.

“Did you know of anyone else that was coming over this morning?” he asked, “my mom and stepdad already came over and took the kids after what happened…”

“No…” you said slowly, “bu-but I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was Scott or someone coming over to double-check on us…I’m sure the whole hotel knows what happened after the cops showed up…”

He gave you a sad smile, “I’m sorry…I know that you were upset we didn’t close on the house so we pushed the wedding up, but I didn’t think I would screw up the venue and the wedding this much.”

“You didn’t mess up anything,” you sighed. You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “our wedding was beautiful…you had them drop in a gazebo for me…and the ceremony had me in tears the entire time.”

“I thought you were just having second thoughts about saying yes!” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

You leaned forward once again, giggling as you kissed him, “I would never have second thoughts. I love you, Sebastian Stan.”

“I love you, (Y/N) Stan.”

Another series of knocks broke your intimate moment up.

“I’ll get it!” you offered, “last thing you need is someone commenting on that black eye!”

“Oh, you mean like you just did?” he teased.

“Yeah,” you laughed, shaking your head as you opened the door, “maybe it’s-Chris…”

Your stomach dropped when you saw your ex.

He was still in his suit from the night before.

The tie was missing and there was some blood on the collar of his shirt, undoubtedly from when Sebastian split his lip.

“Chris…” you repeated, this time, much softer, “wh-what are you doing here?”

“Scott told me what happened last night,” he admitted with a frown, “I-is Sebastian alright?”

“You should be more worried about how your kids were screaming when you tried to break down the door to get to (Y/N) and them…” Sebastian frowned as he joined you at the door.

“A-Are Johnny and Shayla-“

“They’re with my parents,” he said firmly, cutting him off, “(Y/N) and I asked her and my stepdad to take all of the kids after what happened…”

“What?”

“Chris-I-“

“Your parents have Johnny and Shayla?”

“It was my decision!” you said firmly, standing tall between your ex and your husband, “Chris, yo-“

“I was supposed to have them for the summer!” he said quickly, “I was-“

“Supposed to pick them up this morning,” you argued, glaring at your former lover, “instead, you burst into our room last night, demanding them, when you were blackout drunk. And then you and Sebastian got into a fight. And then, you tried to break down the door to get to them. Do you know how much you scared them, Chris?”

He was quiet.

“You’re lucky that (Y/N) didn’t want to file a report,” Sebastian reminded him, “you’re lucky that she agreed to let Scott take you back to his room instead of letting the cops take you to the drunk tank for the night. It’s the weekend so they wouldn’t have let you out until Monday, Chris.”

“Lucky?” he scoffed, “she just gave my kids to-“

“You’re lucky you still have parental rights,” you hissed, cutting him off, “after what you did last night, you’re lucky, Chris! Because I don’t want you anywhere near them right now. I don’t want it to get to the point that you feel it’s okay to hit them or-“

“I WOULD NEVER HIT JOHNNY AND SHAYLA! I-“

“YOU BECAME A DRUNK, CHRIS!” You screamed in response, “SCOTT TOLD ME ABOUT WHAT’S BEEN HAPPENING. THE DRINKING. THE PARTYING. YOU’RE LUCKY THAT EVERYONE’S BEEN KEEPING THEIR MOUTH’S SHUT SO YOU CAN STILL BE CAPTAIN AMERICA!”

His mouth closed.

“Chris…maybe you should just go!” Sebastian suggested, stepping between you and Chris once more.

“(Y/N).”

“Sebastian’s right, Chris!”

“(Y/N).”

“Chris…go!”

Chapter 14

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Fawning for You (18)

Pairing: Alastor x Voe (Fem!OC)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: ANGST (& Humor!)

Word Count: 6K

18. Everything Changes

“Game on,”

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“Good morning Voe,”

“Good morning Dr. Wither,” Voe cautiously takes a seat in the armchair that Dr. Wither has for patients

The doctor smiles “You’re really showing now!”

Voe nods “Yeah, it’s getting difficult to ignore at this point,” she laughs as she sinks into the chair “Whoa,”

“Tell me about that, about how that makes you feel. Have you finally discussed it with your husband?”

“Yes, I did and we had a bit of a spat with each other over it,”

“Over what?”

She plays with her fingers “Well I had this whole plan to tell everyone but he pressured me to tell before I was ready,”

“And did you talk about that with him?”

“Yeah, just recently actually,”

“And what did you two discuss?”

She thinks “Mostly about whether or not I wanted an apology,”

Dr. WIther sits back “Then you didn’t really address the issue did you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why were you upset that your plan was ruined?”

“Well, I guess, because I put a lot of thought into it and this was something that I was able to control which I Haven’t had in a while,”

“Did you tell your husband that?”

She squints “No…”

“Then you didn’t address the issue,”

She sits there, mouth shaped like an O “I suppose I didn’t then,”

“You need to always address the issue otherwise he doesn’t know what it is that he’s apologizing for. Also, you don’t know what apology you’re accepting,”

Voe rolls her head around “So I should bring it up again?”

“Well everyone knows, so you might as well not bring it up again,”

“So what exactly do you think I should do?”

The doctor thinks “Have you thought of a baby shower?”

Voe’s eyes light up “No!”

“You should have one to celebrate then. Maybe you can’t do your pregnancy announcement, but you can celebrate yourself. Is that the real issue? That you wanted to celebrate yourself?”

“Hmm, maybe. I still feel sore about my announcement,”

“That’s to be expected, but instead of fixating on things you can’t change, maybe deal with the actual issue and address it. You wanted to feel celebrated. Okay, so instead of the announcement do a baby shower!”

“Okay! I can do that!” She tries to stand, but can’t on her own. Dr. Wither helps her up.

Dr. Withers lets go of her arm “Also, next time just communicate to your husband, ‘I want to feel celebrated’, and all the the vitriol can be avoided. Married couples are supposed to be happy, not spending time ignoring one another. Okay?”

“Okay!” Voe steadies herself

The doctor looks at her phone “Wonderful, that’s time! I’ll see you at your next session! Your assignment is to communicate your needs to your husband. Make your thoughts known. And have a baby shower!”

“We need to have a baby shower,” Voe told her husband later

Alastor looks up from his novel “I’m sorry, we need to have a baby shower?”

She blinks “Yes,”

“Are we having a baby shower??” Charlie burst into the conversation, and the pair stared at her “Can we have a gender reveal??”

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Voe asked

“I assumed you wanted help,”

“Oh okay, but I’ll tell you I’m not doing a damn thing,”

Charlie grins “Okay baby mama,”

Voe squints and grimace. She turns back to Alastor “We have to do this to make up for my lack of announcement,”

He closes the novel “Very well,”

“Yay!!” Charlie jumps up and down clapping

“She might be more excited than me,” She whispered to Alastor

“She’s more excited than everyone,” he smiles at his wife and kisses her on the cheek

She’s startled “Oh! What was that for?”

“Just blessing me with your presence,”

“How sweet!” Charlie squeals

Vaggie comes by and pushes her girlfriend out “Okay, come on Charlie,” “It’s so beautiful Vaggie,” they hear as the women get further and further

Voe looks down at Alastor “May I sit?”

He offers his lap to her and she takes a seat “A little heavier are we?”

“You’re carrying your wife and child,”

“What do you suppose it is? Girl? Boy? Lizard?”

She punches Alastor in the chest “Stop!”

He laughs “So are you inviting all your little fans or are we keeping it small?”

“My relationship with my fans is parasocial,”

“Oh, so you want to keep it a secret? They are going to hate that,”

“Perhaps I’ll hold a contest, one fan can come,”

“Ooh, a bloodbath. Maybe you are a bit evil,”

She chuckles “Would you have married me if I wasn’t?”

“Let’s focus on the future,”

She slaps his arm “Anyway, I’m hoping it’s a girl,”

“Huh, I do too,”

“Really? Why?”

He shrugs “I’m not sure, I’ve always wanted a little girl running around,”

“Oooh, girl Dad,”

“I suppose,”

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“Welcome Sovereign Overlords. We are gathered here to introduce and welcome our newest Overlord, Miss Voe,” Carmilla Carmine gestures towards her as the other Overlords clap cordially and Voe waves politely.

“Well this is fun,” Voe whispers to her husband

“Now you can contribute, congrats! But remember you think before you say things,”

She tilts her head “I always do that,”

He blinks at her “Yes but, think more,”

Voe purses her lips and says “Well I’m up for questions if anyone has got some,”

“Okay…” Carmilla breathes

She turns to Alastor “Should I not have said that?”

“Oh, you’re fine darling. We just have business to attend to,”

The Vees are in the corner laughing like schoolchildren

“What are they talking about?” she asks, tilting her head

“Ignore them,” Alastor tells her

“The number of our souls has remarkably gone up. I just want to express how proud I am of all of you,” she says with no change in tone,

“As we are of you Carmilla,” Zestial jumps him Carmilla wears a small smile after Zestials words. “Moving on, I just wanted to tell you that, but we have to stay focused because we never know when Heaven will return. We must stay ready and strong. That is all. The meeting is adjourned,”

“What?” Valentino screams “This could’ve been an email!”

“Or a text!” Velvette waves her phone

Carmilla blinks “Well, I know one of you cannot see, so I thought I would do you a favor,”

“Who’s she talking about? Is she talking about me?” Val asks

“Val, I’m over here,” Velvette says from the other side of him

“Are they always this short?” Voe asks

“Oh no, once we had a 16-hour debate,”

“About what?”

Alastor thinks and shrugs “I don’t even recall,” Voe laughs and jumps up running after Rosie

“Rosie!” she calls

“Voe! Aren’t you looking well? Come, you must meet the other Overlords!”

Rosie guides her around the table introducing her to the others, like Zeezi, as well as Carmilla’s daughters, Clara and Odette.

“Hello,” Voe greets them

“Pleasure to meet you,” Odette shakes her hand

“Hi!” Clara responds

“Ladies, this is the newest Overlord, Miss Voe the Beau. I don’t know if you ladies have social media,”

Odette shakes her head “We aren’t on social media,”

“Okay…” Voe says

Clara looks down at Voe’s stomach “Oh, you’re pregnant? I don’t know how, but Congratulations!”

“Clara, I didn’t bring it up on purpose,”

“Oh, sorry,”

Voe smiles “it’s okay, I am pregnant,”

“Congratulations! How are you pregnant?”

“Clara, you cannot just ask people how they got pregnant,”

“Sorry,”

Rosie starts to lead her away “Come now, so many more people to see. You girls behave!” she leads her to the head of the meeting herself, Carmilla “Hey Carmilla. Great meeting! And hello to you too Zestial, I wasn’t interrupting anything important was I? Wink wink? Oh, I’m just kidding! Hello to you both!”

“Hello, Rosie,” Carmilla breathes out

“Pleasure to make thine acquaintance,” Zestial responds

“This here is Miss Voe the Beau, isn’t she adorable?”

Voe waves to the two Overlords that tower over her “Hello,”

“It’s quite a pleasure to meet you,” Carmilla says, looking down at her

“I know we didn’t get to the introductory part of it, but I can answer anything you need to know,”

“I have business to attend to but Voe,” the doe looks up into her eyes “We should talk more,” she states walking away with Zestial

Voe whispers “Yes Mother…” She shakes her head “Rosie!”

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to invite you to my baby shower,” she smiles

Rosie gasps “Oh I thought you’d never ask!”

“Well! If it isn’t my two favorite people? Hello, my dear Rosie,” Vox interrupts, straightening Rosie’s hat, Rosie tilts it back

“Hello Vox,” she states, her voice lowering

Voe rolls her eyes and crosses her arms

“What are you sneaking around for?”

“I can’t say hello to my best friend?

“Oh now! I help you with one thing and now you��re acting all crazy!”

Vox laughs “Me? Crazy?” he puts his arms around them both “Don’t be ridiculous. I would never do that to my favorite Overlord,”

“Don’t you try to butter me up! Last time I helped you it was a complete disaster!”

“I just wanted to say high to our newest Overlord and the mother-to-be,”

Voe moves from under his arm “Don’t touch me,”

“Honestly, I hope you’re having a girl,”

She scrunches her brow “Why?”

“I don’t know, I got that girl feeling,”

“You’re gross,”

“Goodbye Vox,” Rosie takes Voe and walks away “Ugh, annoying guy, but good with deals. Always remember you may have enemies, but keep them close. You might need something from them,”

“It’s so weird, ever since I killed them, the Vees are like obsessed with me,”

“Yeah, they’re like that with everybody,”

Alastor walks up to the two ladies “Where have you two been?”

“I’ve been showing your wife the ropes,”

“I hope you didn’t show her too much,” “Wouldn’t want the ropes to be too tight!” They laugh together as Voe stares at them, not at all understanding what they are talking about.

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Abigail?

No no, that name was much too ‘Salem witch trials’. He would adore it if her name started with an ‘A’. Alice? Like Alice in Wonderland, the book was not like whatever film Vera had shown them. Why were they using real human beings? Anyway, he would bring the name up to her later. Alastor sits down making paper dolls for the baby shower. He watches as his wife sits in his chair, giving orders to everyone on how things should look. He stared at her form, there seemed to be something of a glow about her. She was indeed the light of his afterlife haha! He never thought that he would be sitting on the couch waiting to be a father, let alone helping prep for a baby shower. He hadn’t killed anyone in a while, he didn’t have the urge to, this was more than enough for him at this moment. He wondered what his baby girl would be like. Would she be like him or like Vera? Perhaps a mix of both? Oh goodness, not a mix of both. There was one of him and one of his wife, both of them in a single child would be too much for even him to handle. He could teach her hand games and Louisiana Creole, and his mother’s recipes, he could braid her hair and dress her in cute little 1920s dresses and hair bows.

“I like Jason!”

Alastor snaps back into reality “What?”

“You didn’t put any boy’s names,” Niffty said “I like Jason for a boy!”

“Well, it’s going to be a girl,”

“How do you know?” she asked

“I just do,”

“I made a list of all the boys’ names,” Niffty sticks her tongue out at Alastor and slides him a list

He sticks his tongue out back at her and takes a look. All the names start with a ‘J’ “Well thank you Niffty, but we won’t be needing this,”

“Yes, you will! You will!” She bites Alastor’s hand and rubs Voe’s stomach, whispering “Jason,”

Voe removes her hand from her stomach.

Alastor cared for Niffty very much, but sometimes, she scared the dickens out of him.

“You’re thinking of names?” Voe asked

“Mhmm,”

“What you got?”

He crumples up Niffty’s list “I have a few,”

“Tell me,”

“I’ll tell you later,”

“Why?”

“Haven’t picked the perfect one yet,”

Niffty can be heard in the background asking Angel “Can we name him Jason?”

“It’s not my baby!”

“Can we name you and Husk’s baby Jason?”

Husk immediately opens a bottle and downs half of it.

“What? Can’t imagine getting me pregnant?”

“I’m not even going down that road with you,”

“Hey,” Voe called for her husband

He snapped back to attention “Yes?”

“You excited?”

“Quite,” he smiles

“Me too!” Niffty says from on top of Alastor’s head

“I want to invite some Overlords to the baby shower, what do you think?” Voe says

“You want to invite those old coots?” Alastor raised an eyebrow

She smiles and pokes his chest “I’m married to one of those old coots,”

“Hmm well, I’m one of the better old coots,”

“Oh of course, but I’d like to invite Carmilla and Zestial. They seem…family-oriented,”

“Hmm, very well,”

Voe hands Alastor two envelopes “Drop them off for me sweetie,”

He takes them “Of course,”

Voe leans on her arm “Look at you, when’s the last time you’ve killed? I can’t even remember,”

He chuckles “I haven’t felt the need to. my dear,”

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Perhaps having a family to take care of?”

“Well I don’t want you to give up part of who you are for me, that wouldn’t be right,”

“Oh now, I don’t even remember why I started killing. It’s been so long, it’s faded from my mind,”

Her eyes widen “Wow, therapy has been working huh?”

“I suppose,” he closes his lips into a thin smile

“If it ever comes back, I won’t stop you,” she smiles

“I don’t believe it will,”

“Who are you,”

He stands “Alastor, your new and improved husband,”

Voe laughs “I love everything about you,”

“As do I,”

She smirks “You love everything about yourself?”

He grins and nods “And you,”

“I wonder which of us our baby will be like,”

“Let’s hope she has my everything,” he laughs “I’m teasing darling, I hope she has everything from you,”

“How would you feel if they started killing?” she stares up at him

“Just for no reason?”

“No, if they had a reason. Like you did,”

He thinks “I don’t want to raise them that way. I think about what my mother would think about my killing. She would probably blame herself, I wouldn’t want to disappoint her further,”

She rubs her stomach “You really miss your mother,”

“Hmm, I think about her often,”

“I wish she could meet her grandchild,”

“So do I,”

“So now do you want to become the man your mother would be proud of?”

“I suppose so,”

She tiptoes and kisses him “I admire you,”

“Ugh darling, of course, you do!” He grins “But you shouldn’t,”

“But I do,

“Well, thank you,”

“Do you admire me?”

“Oh very much so. Sometimes I look up to you,”

Voe smiles “Really?”

“Really. You may annoy me, but I enjoy your company,”

“Oh, you think I’m annoying? Have you met you?”

“Well yes, I have. Have you met you?”

She rolls her eyes “I suppose I have,”

He tilts her head up and gets close to her face “You are the most annoying person that I have ever had the pleasure of meeting,”

“And you are that to me,”

He presses his lips to her lips, over and over again

“I’m so glad I met you,” they say to each other staring into each other’s eyes

What was more surprising than Voe wanting to invite Zestial and Carmilla was their willingness to show up. They came in together and bearing gifts when Bean opened the door.

“Hello sweetheart, we are here for the baby shower,” Carmilla says

“Yep! That’s right in here,”

Zestial takes his hand and places it on Carmilla’s lower back “The utmost thanks to thee,” he tells Bean as he guides Carmilla in

Voe sees them as she approaches Bean “Wow they came!” she does a double take “Anyway Bean,”

“Huh?” she asks with a mouthful of candy

“You have one job…keep Vox out,”

“Yup, I got it!”

“Really?”

“Mhmm, I got it!”

“Because he got into the wedding, so be extra vigilant,”

She nods, eating more candy “I don’t know how he got in that time, but I’m super focused,”

Voe grabs the candy out of her hands. They are VoxTek gummies “Yeah, uhuh,” she throws them back to her

“I promise! No funny business!” she eats more candy “I’m focused!”

“Voe! Why are you standing? Sit!” Charlie came to get her

“I wanted to greet everyone,”

“Well don’t strain yourself!”

She walks over to Carmilla to have a chat “Hi! I guess you remember me,”

“Yes, Voe the Beau. Hello, how are you?”

“I’m doing wonderful. I know I invited you, but I’m honestly shocked that you came,”

“I enjoy little gatherings, and I haven’t been to a baby shower in decades,”

Voe smiles “And how did you get Zestial to come?”

“Well we were already out, so I asked him to tag along,”

“Honestly, I’m surprised that no one has asked about my pregnancy,”

“How is that going by the way? I’ve been so busy It completely slipped my mind,”

Voe tilts her head “My pregnancy is going great, I hope my baby is a girl,”

Carmilla glances down at Voe’s stomach “You’re quite large for one baby.”

“Well, Lucifer told me that it wasn’t a normal pregnancy,”

Carmilla chuckles “Well Lucifer may be powerful, but he is only a man. I know about pregnancy, that’s the size of twins.”

Voe widens her eyes “Twins?”

“Twins. You have two babies in there,”

Voe stares off thinking about what she was just told as Carmilla grabs a drink

“I never thought of Alastor as a husband, let alone a father. Then again, I barely think of him at all,” she says taking a sip “But knowing what I know about you, it makes sense that you’re together,”

“What do you know about me?”

“That you’re a woman about change,” she smiles as if she were a proud mother

Voe blushes “Oh, um thank you,”

“My pleasure,”

“Can I just say that you have Mother energy? I know that you’re a mother, but you have mother energy,”

Carmilla raises her brows “Uhuh,”

“It’s a compliment,”

“Then thank you,”

Voe looks around, not knowing what to do at that moment “Well enjoy the party, drink for me because I can’t!” she laughs

“Not much of a drinker myself, but I will enjoy the party, thank you,”

Carmilla turns to walk away “Thanks for coming!”

The rest of the baby shower went off without a hitch, Charlie continually telling her to sit as she handled everything. Alastor stands beside her, ensuring she doesn’t get overwhelmed while opening gifts. Charlie bought a stuffed bear, while Carmilla bought her a pacifier. Voe loved being the center of attention when she had planned for it. She had a smile plastered to her face the entire evening.

“I want to thank you all for coming, and for all your gifts! Let’s just hope I don’t end up having a lizard baby!”

They laugh at her joke, but Charlie speaks up “A lizard baby?”

“Yeah, your dad told me about how if anything went wrong my baby could end up a lizard,”

Charlie rolls her eyes “Ugh Dad! You dug up that lizard baby thing?”

“Well- ugh- It was supposed to be funny!”

Voe slowly turns her head toward the king “Wait. Lucifer! Was that a joke?”

The King’s eyes dart around “Uhh lol?”

“Charlie, hold me back. I’m gonna punch your dad in the face!” they laugh again, and she shakes her head “Sorry about that everyone! But thank you for coming! I appreciate you all!”

“Hello Alastor,”

“Hello Doctor,” he spoke calmly

“What would you like to talk about today?”

He folds his hands on his knees “I have decided that I no longer want to kill,”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I thought about why I was killing so much when I was alive and I can’t remember the reason. I do remember that my mother was unaware of the type of mischief that I was getting into and I don’t my kids to get into that kind of trouble,”

“Trouble? This is your entire reputation that we’re discussing is it not? You give up killing, you give up being the Radio Demon do you not?”

“Mmm hold on, no one ever said I’d give up being the Radio Demon, I just said I’ve given up killing,”

She inhales “Alastor, you understand that you got the name because of your killings?”

“I got that name because of….” he stops and thinks “Huh, well maybe I’m ready to give up being the Radio Demon,” he could not believe the words he was saying. Giving up his title? “Maybe it’s time for me to just be ‘Alastor’,”

“My, what led you to this decision?”

“I don’t know, I feel like maybe I need to make a change,”

“Why?”

“I suppose I want to be a good father,”

The doctor leans back “Ah, so this is about your wife’s pregnancy?”

“Yes, my child comes first and I want her to see her father as…’ Daddy’,”

She smiles “That’s very sweet Alastor. I’m proud of you,”

“Well, I suppose,” he found the feeling strange. He felt the respect coming from her, but it was odd, it felt different like he earned it without having to terrify her.

“How does that feel to you?”

He tilts his head “I suppose I feel good,”

“So you’re giving up killing?”

Alastor nods “Mhmm,”

“All killing?”

“All killing,”

“What about, if you needed to?”

“I think there may be a different way to do things. I may not have to kill,”

She blinks “That’s very unlike you to say. Did you tell your wife this?”

“I spoke to her briefly about it,”

“How did she react?”

“She was surprised like you, but she was happy,”

“She was happy to see you give up a huge part of yourself?”

“It’s not an important part of myself,”

“So things in your relationship will change, yes?”

He tilts his head, smike strained “I don’t think that it has anything to do with the relationship,”

“But the relationship began while you were killing, so either she liked it or was used to it,”

“I don’t know, but this is my decision,”

“And you are certain about this?”

“Yes,”

She types on her laptop “This will be difficult, you are aware yes?”

“Well, I do like a challenge,”

“I think that perhaps you should take things slower instead of up and quitting unless you are certain that quitting cold turkey is best for you-“

“Oh, I’m certain!”

“Well then I wish you all the success in your relationship, parenthood, and your endeavors,” a timer goes off “And that’s time. I will see you at your next appointment and you’ve already given yourself an assignment, good luck!”

Alastor stands and dusts himself off “Good luck indeed, I will come back and we will see who’s won this challenge ha ha!” he walks out of the room

“Alastor! I think you’re taking it-“ she calls after him “And he’s gone. Welp, at least he’s enjoying his sessions!”

Two months later they were wondering who would be delivering the baby. They were coming any day now and Voe was almost ready to pop.

“Maybe Lucifer should do it,” Voe offered

Alastor glares “Absolutely not!”

“Why not?” she tilts her head

“I don’t want him touching you,”

“But he’s been there throughout the entire process,”

“Why does it have to keep being there?”

Voe tries to sit up, and Alastor helps her sit straight “He needs to make sure that nothing goes wrong,”

“I am sure that I know what’s going on with my wife,”

“Not with this pregnancy,”

Alastor’s eyes betray his smile “Mhmm,”

“What?”

“Nothing,”

Voe looks to the side “Tell me,”

“It does not matter,”

“Your thoughts matter,”

“I just don’t want him touching you,”

She tilts her head “He’s touched me before,”

“I really would not like to be reminded,”

Voe reaches for him, and he bends down to place his face in her hands “Okay, he won’t deliver the baby,”

“Okay,” his smile seems more sincere after that

“But who should?”

“I don’t know,”

Voe grimaces “You know you’re quick to shoot an idea down but very slow on giving your own,”

His smile grows wider “Well I’m sorry that I’m not an expert on who can and cannot deliver babies, but I am an expert on my emotions,”

She scoffs “When did you get that title?”

“Just now, when I declared it,” his grin is cute and smug

Voe smiles at him, staring into his eyes before something comes to her mind “Carmilla!”

Alastor looks confused “What about her dear?”

“She can deliver the babies!”

“Why her?”

“She said she knows about pregnancy,”

His smile still wide, Alastor looks to the side “I don’t think that’s what she meant, my dear,”

Voe waves him off “I just thought about something, how are you going to eat if you aren’t killing anymore?”

“I eat other things, my sweet,”

“Right, but you love being a cannibal,”

He shrugs “It’s not something I need. Besides, venison is my favorite anyway,”

She touches his hand “You know you don’t have to do this,”

He nods “I know, I want to,”

Voe doesn’t look at him, “It…just seems so unlike you,”

Alastor’s eyes widen “Do you have an issue, my dear?”

“No! I-“ she stops “I don’t know,”

“Tell me the truth,”

“It’s just that one of the first things that pulled me toward you was when I saw you massacre that group of demons that thought they could take you. It was…riveting,” she crosses her arms over her chest “Something about it touched me,” she sighs, slightly moaning “It was…titillating,”

Alastor puts his hands over his lap “So it does bother you,”

“No! I, don’t want to say goodbye to it. I feel like killing is sometimes justified,”

“And when is it justified?”

“When you’re being threatened,”

“Hmm, I suppose a good tussle would be in order, but perhaps not murder,”

She pretends to be offended “Who are you?”

Carmilla Carmine had many skills, but delivering babies had not been on the list of things she was planning to learn. So when she got a letter from Voe the Beau, asking for her to be the one to deliver her babies, she was flabbergasted, at least the most flabbergasted that Carmilla Carmine could be. She wrote back telling them that she doesn’t have experience in such matters but she is willing to take a stab at it.

Voe was pacing, knowing that something was off about her today she couldn’t exactly put her finger on what it was.

“Can you stop pacing in front of the TV?” Angel asks her. Voe picks up the remote and turns off the TV. “Okay, or turn it off,” He sits back.

Angel, Cherri, and Bean are sitting on the couch, now with nothing to do, but watch the doe pace.

“Something feels wrong, or at least strange,” She turns to the gals “Do you guys feel that?”

“No,” Angel shakes his head, pulling out his phone

Voe shudders out of nowhere “I swear guys, something’s-“ She stops her movement, the sound of liquid hitting the floor is deafening

“Mate, did you just pee yourself?” Cherri asks

“Gross,” Angel commented, Bean looks grossed out. “Remind me to never get pregnant,” he continues scrolling

“My water just broke,” she whispers

“Oh shit! What should we do?”

“Maybe we could deliver the baby!” Cherri offered

“Or….get her husband?” Angel says as Voe flops down into the chair behind her, leaking all over the chair and the floor. “Uh, Alastor?” Angel calls for the Overlord “Alastor! Hey Smiles, where you at?!”

Alastor appears in the parlor, looking annoyed “What?” Angel points toward his wife and he approaches her quickly, seeing her leaking. “What’s the matter, my dear?”

“My water broke,” she choked out “The baby is coming,”

Alastor’s eyes open wide as he says “I will get Carmilla,” and he dissipates from in front of her. She stands with much effort and starts to walk, Angel helping her walk to the elevator.

She lay on the bed, having passed her pacing over to Lucifer.

“Okay breathe, in and out okay?”

“I know how to breathe Lucifer,” she tells him

Alastor reappears with Carmilla in tow, surprised to see Lucifer in the room with them “What is he doing here, my sweet?”

Lucifer scowls “He is the reason this baby exists at all!”

Carmilla rolls her eyes at the men and tucks some towels under Voe’s head “Are you alright?”

Voe nods “Just a lot of pressure,”

“Physically or emotionally?”

She’s stunned that Carmilla even considered both possibilities “Both,” she breathes out. She turns to the men “Shut up!” They both quiet and turn to her “Come over here and help!”

Alastor dusts off his sleeves and approaches his wife, Lucifer walking up as well.

“What would you like me to do?” They both ask, glaring at each other

“Lucifer you can just watch to make sure everything is good, Alastor stay here with me.”

Alastor dissipates his cane “Of course, darling,” holding her hand

“Open your legs,” Carmilla smirks “I know you can do that,”

Voe lets out a pained chuckle that soon gave way to structured and steady breaths. She opens her legs and Carmilla is met with a widely dilated vagina.

“Okay, your vagina is dilated,” “Is that good?” Voe tilts her head, already sweating

Carmilla nods “Yes, that means it’s ready for the baby to come out. Are you ready?”

“I don’t think I can get any more ready,” she admits “What do I do now?”

“Now, you push,”

Voe’s pushing is bloody and bestial. She wasn’t sure if what she was doing was helpful or not, all she knew was that Carmilla said to push and that is exactly what she was going to do.

“It feels like I have rope burn in my vagina!!” She screams, pushing as hard as she can while squeezing Alastor’s hand to the point where she almost breaks it.

Alastor is very unsure of himself at this moment, very uncommon. His wife was pushing a watermelon out of her crotch. This was something that he could not and could never relate to. He was starting to lose feeling in the hand that she was holding, but he kept his composure because he was sure that if he were to do anything else it would be quite unhelpful. His eyes were wide and alert. He took in the scene. Carmilla between his wife’s legs, reaching inside her, Lucifer sitting on the edge of his seat being useless, which Alastor rolls his eyes at, and his wife, sweaty and screaming, a vein popping out of her forehead. She throws her head back in agony as Alastor tries not to get lost in his thoughts.

“Because the babies have hair,” Carmilla tells her, continuing to gently pull on the baby. Voe grabs onto Alastor’s arm, pulling him down to her.

“Babies?” Alastor questions “You seem to be mistaken Carmilla. There is only one baby,”

Carmilla just shakes her head and goes back to gently pulling. The room is filled with the sound of a loud gasp and even louder crying as the baby’s head is fully exposed. Soon the rest of the body is out, leaving only an umbilical cord connecting her to Voe. The baby cries loudly and nonstop. Carmilla immediately takes a few towels to softly wipe the baby off and swaddle them, calming them down to a large degree.

“It’s a girl,” she tells them

At that moment Alastor’s grin became genuine, tears almost falling from his eyes. He got his baby girl. He looks over to his wife who has collapsed on the bed, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Lucifer notices as well and approaches “Are you alright?”

Alastor glares at him “I think I can handle this!” He snaps “Are you alright, my sweet?” Lucifer rolls his eyes

Voe nods faintly “She just took so much out of me,”

“Would you like to do the honors Alastor?” Carmilla turns to him presenting the angelic steel scissors that shine even without any light coming in through the windows.

“Me?”

Carmilla nods “Customary for the father to cut the cord,” she says while holding the baby

Alastor cautiously takes the scissors, remembering his last encounter with angelic steel

“I can do it if you’re not up for it Al!” Lucifer volunteered with a little smirk Alastor shot him a dirty look and took the scissors to the cord, carefully snipping it and letting it fall. Carmilla smiles and walks up to Voe.

“Are you sure that you’re alright?”

Voe sits up with much effort, “Yes, now let me hold her,” she reaches for her baby which Carmilla places in her arms, returning to her open legs

“You lost a lot of blood, it’s okay if you’re not okay,”

But Voe isn’t listening, she is enamored by her baby “Hi Alyson,” she says as she rocks the baby back and forth

Alastor stares down at the two of them. Alyson was a beautiful name.

“I’m your Mommy!” she grins but has to stop to breathe.

“Voe! I think maybe you might need some assistance,” Carmilla insists

“I’m fine!” She snaps at Carmilla before returning to her baby,

Alyson had Voe’s skin tone along with her deer spots. She had the color of Alastor’s sclera and brow irises. Voe noticed that her pupils were radio dials, which she pointed out to Alastor, who seemed to be stuck in awe of his child. Her hair went from red to pink to black, and she had Alastor’s ears and tail, and hooves! Tiny baby hooves!

“She’s so beautiful,”

Alastor chuckles “Just like her mother,”

Voe looks up at him weakly and closes her eyes to take a breath before screaming bloody murder, causing Alyson to start crying at the top of her lungs. Carmilla checks Voe’s open canal.

“Alastor, take her,”

“What?” he is very confused

“Take the baby! There’s another one coming!”

Alastor grabs Alyson from Voe who inhales deeply before pushing once again, much more blood comes out this time and it’s a long and strenuous process. It takes 3 hours for this baby to come out, but before they know it, Voe and Alastor have a beautiful son. Carmilla goes through the same process as Alyson and has his all swaddled. Voe starts singing a series of random notes that the babies seem to respond very well to. Voe has a huge grin until sharp pain courses through her body, she doesn’t say anything, however.

“Can I hold one?” Lucifer asks

“No!” Alastor sounds as if the idea is ridiculous

“Let him hold one,” Voe says, her breath shaky and labored

Alastor reluctantly hands over Alyson to Lucifer, reaching for and taking the baby boy. So Carmilla had been right, there was another baby. He did not know how to feel about having a son. He’d hoped for a daughter so he could avoid the mistakes that led to him turning out the way that he did, having a girl would have prevented that. He knew nothing about being the father of a boy, his own father was awful and wretched toward him, so he’d learned nothing in that department at all.

“Voe, tell me what’s wrong,” Carmilla states, snapping Alastor from his thoughts

“I’m okay,” she says taking large breaths “Just really tired,” she closes her eyes to rest

“You’re not okay, you’ve lost a lot of blood, too much blood,”

“I just need to rest,” she says before falling limp into the bed, the blood still gushing out from her vagina,

Carmilla puts her hand under Voe’s nose

“She’s not breathing,”

“What?”

“She’s not breathing!” Carmilla grabs Voe by the shoulders “Voe stay with me, stay with us!”

“His name is Vernon,” she breathes out “Vernie,”

Her eyelids flutter before closing, and she did not open them for a very long time.

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year

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you mentioned toxic guild drama from wow?

OH BOY prep for text wall i guess LMAO

tldr; husband and i got a bunch of elitist shit shoved onto us and then quit the guild

so husband and i joined a guild in wow. slowly started doing more things and got promoted to leadership roles (yay)

guild became problematic when they started advertising that we were laid back and prioritized friends more than content progress (through the 20-30 man raids each tier). but this was like NOT the case. people were getting explicitly left out due to "lack of skill" or were getting openly chastised mid-raid and that didn't sit right with me or my husband so we were like, we recruited a bunch of the people that are getting pissed, we can let the die hard try hard group go do their own thing, and we'll set up our own raid to actually make the guild the social, chill guild they claimed to be

unfortunately, allowing for people that weren't as intense as that other group meant slower progress, which got frustrating and it was just kinda left at a "lol sounds like a you problem" by any players (INCLUDING THE OFFICERS) whenever we were chatting about it. this translated over to other content like the 5-man dungeons where those from the "skilled" group would run really hard ones and get achievements and would make it blatantly obvious that it was a chore to play around other players.

anyway, that shit was toxic, but then i specifically got into a spat with another player because she decided to try to gaslight me and my friends into thinking there wasn't an issue (she was part of tryhard team) and then went bitching TO MY HUSBAND about me and how i'm not "allowed" to use the term gaslight on her and i was just like 👁️👄👁️

anyway that pissed me off so i quit the guild and took a bunch of people with me and it was a wonderful decision but i was with them for like 4 years so it did feel a little :/ to leave it all behind

#kat chats #cw: gaslighting #kat rambles

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@justadreamyhufflepuff: GSJSVSKSBSJD BABY CONGRATS- CAN I PLEASE GET A 🎠 -> Harry potter + soft love + fluff + prompts 9, 10, 32, 42 from prompt list 1. || for my 300 followers celebration

Prompts:

9. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

10. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

32. “Make a wish!”

42. “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Moving into your new house with Harry.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: fluff but with slight and subtle mentions of sexual activities + let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: omg yay harry fluff :DDD ok sorry go ahead btw this hasn’t been proofread yet mbad

After years of setting things up, they could finally move into their house. Of course, there were some parts of it that still needed fixing but they’ll eventually work it out. Right now, they wanted to bask in the comfort and triumph of their own house.

“Got your key?” said [Y/N], holding out her own key. She had already attached a duck keychain to it.

“Got it,” replied Harry, showing her his own. They both sniggered at his ridiculous bathtub keychain, which looked undeniably out of place but she was glad for it nonetheless. See, she had bought it years ago when they first talked about getting a house. “Will you do the honors?”

“You know, we could easily Alohomora the heck out of this bas —”

“Do the honors,” he teasingly urged, poking her on the waist where her tickle spot was and she recoiled. “Do it, [Y/L/N].”

“Ha! I’m Potter now, too. Ergo you’re not so special anymore,” she said as she marched up the raised porch. It was a lovely sight indeed — she could already imagine inviting the others to come over: roasting marshmallows either here or at the backyard and such. She giddily walked towards the door. This is it, she thought. “Wait, this is unfair. You carry me as you open it so I’ll be like a pretty wife.”

“That you are,” said Harry as he scooped her up into his arms. She let out a whoop of approval, patting his cheek as he put the key in and swung the door open.

All their boxes were on the floor already, with a lot more scattered all over the house. “Ooh, this is a lot of work. Wanna sleep it off?” she yawned, kicking some boxes aside on her way to the stairs. “What, you gonna protest, Mr. Potter?”

“Not at all, Mrs. Potter,” said Harry, and they both stopped and looked at each other, eyes narrowed while scrutinizing the name. “Mrs. Potter.”

“Does it sound a bit weird to you? I mean, no offense. I mean, I’ve waited for this half of my life but — you know?

“Yeah, like, [Y/N] Potter,” he said again, making arm gestures as if parting a curtain. She started to laugh. “I see what you mean.”

“You look like a . . . getching shooba driver but on land,” she said with a yawn.

“A what?” This time, Harry was the one stifling his laughter.

“Glitching scuba diver on land,” spat [Y/N], taking off her jacket. When she saw he’d been eyeing her with a dazed expression on his face, she made a show of getting off her right jacket sleeve with a suggestive smile on her face. “Wait, uh, can’t get it off. Sweat, I think. Help?”

“Will do, will do,” said Harry, approaching her and reaching out to pull it off her with a tight smile in an awful attempt to keep his laughter.

“Whatever. Can we sleep now, please? Where’s our bed again?”

“There,” he pointed somewhere in the kitchen room.

“I thought our room was upstairs?”

“Our room is upstairs, the bed is here.”

“Why would that be the ca—oh, no. D’we really have to assemble it?�� she whined. They had to travel by Muggle transportation due to issues with the Floo network and they wanted to minimize suspicion, and the it was finally taking its toll on their entire energy: [Y/N]’s back was cramping from the long ride, Harry’s head was already hurting like hell. To make matters worse, neighbors were peeking through their windows so they had to go inside immediately.

“No, we can just bring the mattress up and assemble it all tomorrow, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said with a moan, tossing the jacket on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh, are we — ?” He shrugged hesitantly.

“No! I mean, do you want to? Now?”

“Do you?” The two chuckled nervously. They were standing there for probably around half a minute or one when the doorbell dinged and the two of them jumped. [Y/N] volunteered to get it.

A woman younger than her for about a year stood in front of her doorstep when she swung the door open, carrying a tiny baby probably about a few months old in her arms. [Y/N] managed a friendly smile as she wiped away a drop of sweat from her forehead.

“Hi, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Karolina Martin. I live right across and I brought you something!”

“The . . . baby?” [Y/N]’s shoulders tensed as she thought about this over an over until she realized that was highly unlikely.

“No! You’re hilarious, though. I like you. I actually came here to give you” — the woman put down a bag she hung over her shoulder down on the floor — “this.”

Inside was a basket with a bottle of what [Y/N] could only assume was fine wine or champagne or whatever it was couples with a number of chocolates and cookies inside. She realized with a start there was also a pot inside.

[Y/N] laughed, holding up the pot. “Funny, because we’re Potters?” she asked, setting it back down again.

“You are?” Karolina said, impressed. “So which do you suggest I should start with first? Stoneware or earthenware? Ooh, what about fire clay?”

It took a few seconds before [Y/N] realized the direction of the conversation. “Oh! Well, heh, not that kind of potter.”

Karolina flinched, eyeing [Y/N] with suspicion. “You smoke — ?”

“No! Not that kind of potter. We don’t smoke po—Sorry, that’s on me, I should have clarified. I’m [Y/N],” she said. Karolina still looked confused. Composing herself, she managed a tight smile. “[Y/N] Potter.”

“Oh! Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry!” Karolina chuckled. “I was a bit confused, I’m really sorry. I haven’t met someone around here about my age.”

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the welcoming gift, by the way. I just moved in with my . . . husband.” It still sounded surreal to call Harry that way, but she liked it all the same. Her eyes fell on the chubby little kid.

“Right! This is baby Sydney, she’s turning six months old next week. Would be really nice if you and your husband could come — and kid or kids, if you have some?” Maybe it was the coos the baby made or her adorable eyes and hints of two teeth growing, but [Y/N] felt intimidated by the little kid. She was bigger than she thought babies would be. Is this what she’d push through her bottom? She shuddered. “Do you . . . want to hold her?” asked Karolina, oblivious to the thoughts going on in [Y/N]’s heads.

“Listen, I’m really grateful you stopped by but we’re kinda tired. I’m so, so, sorry! Thank you a lot for these stuff. We’ll definitely come by next week — me and Harry, just Harry and me.” [Y/N] chuckled nervously again, smiling at the baby.

“I totally understand. Me and Joey were also very tired when we first moved in, hence Sydney.” Karolina laughed. [Y/N] simply chimed in the laughter as well, not wanting to jeopardize a newfound friendship over a joke. “Have a lovely evening, [Y/N]. I’ll see you around!”

When she shut the door with the bag over her shoulder, she jumped in fright at the sight of Harry just behind the door with an amused grin on his face. “What?” said [Y/N] as she rubbed her eyes.

“Husband?” he mused. When she shot him a glare saying not to push it further, he resorted to giggling. “Sorry, my wife.”

“Shut up, Harry,” she said. “Now, where’s that damned mattress?”

“Worry not, I got it upstairs already, all we gotta do now is take a quick shower and go to bed.”

After they finished dressing into more comfortable clothes, they made it a point to plop down as hard as they could on the mattress. To her relief, Harry had settled a plain white bedsheet on top of it earlier while she was talking to Karolina. She was the first to jump in, stretching her legs all over. “Finally!” she exclaimed.

“Your turn,” she said, pointing at a spot right next to her. Harry took off his glasses and was about to jump in next when she asked where the pillows were.

“Er — Accio pillow!” She could hear the sound of boxes moving downstairs bumping each other when a pillow came hurtling in and landed on Harry’s chest, forcing him to plop down on the mattress.

A shrill squeak sounded, and the two of them froze. [Y/N] narrowed her eyes, pointing her finger at him in accusation. “Did you fart?”

“No, we just still haven’t removed the plastic from the mattress.”

“You want to remove it?” she suggested, ready to get up and get her own wand when Harry gently nudged her back down.

“Okay, where’s my wand?“

[Y/N] looked left and right until she found it tying on an old bedside table he managed to set down earlier that day and said, “There! Bedside table.”

“Eh.”

“Agreed, let’s just say you did fart.”

“Agreed,” said Harry, who unconsciously wrapped his legs and arms around the pillow on top of him and closed his eyes to sleep. [Y/N] was quick to act. Not to take his pillow, but to turn him into one — metaphorically, of course. She laughed at the thought of using Transfiguration to turn Harry into a literal pillow.

Just as he wrapped his limbs around the only pillow, [Y/N] did the same to him. He woke up with a jolt, but did not take her off him. “I’m the little spoon?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, and I happen to like little spoons a lot,” she said casually. Harry turned his head in her direction, with a wide grin on his pretty face. “Okay, that sounded wrong. It’s just that you hogged the only pillow so now I’m using you as one.”

“Well, do you want it?” he offered obliviously.

“Nope, I like this set-up. Go back to sleep.”

And he did — they both did. At some point during the night, they turned each other into a pillow. Harry, however, awoke to the sound of her snoring. It wasn’t like his Uncle Vernon’s, though. Looking at her face seemed to dull it all out. It wasn’t exactly an endearing sound, but the sight of her was more than so — tousled hair, mouth slightly open. . . . With one last smile on his face as he watched her sleep, he felt himself drifting off into a deep slumber.

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A loud clanging from downstairs awoke Harry. Had he overslept? He found that his back ached whenever he did so much as move, but knew better than to bide his time if there was danger nearby. He reached out to the bedside table to grab his wand, but realized he had to put his glasses on first.

Harry ran downstairs, clutching his wand tightly with his outstretched hand as he listened for anything there was to hear. He paused. A stranger walked out of the kitchen, and he pointed his wand at them.

The stranger held their hands up with a bewildered look on their face until [Y/N] came out of the kitchen all sweaty with a frilly apron. “Harry!” she cried in bewilderment at the sight of him pointing his wand at their new neighbor. “Alright, uh, Karolina, this is my husband, Harry; Harry — stop pointing your . . . stick at her — this is our neighbor who lives across from us, Karolina.”

“Er — hello, Karolina. Sorry about the wa—” [Y/N] shot him a dirty look. “—ander. Wander. Sorry about the bad . . . wandering. You know what? I just woke up on the wrong side of bed and I got paranoid with the . . . new house and all.”

“He tends to get jumpy,” said [Y/N] in hopes of wrapping this up immediately. “Anyway, five minutes left till it’s done. Thank you so, so much for the help, Karol! One last thing, for the whipped cream, do I. . .”

He then noticed that some of the furniture were already arranged such as the sofa and the dining table. Some cabinets were decorated with non-magical framed pictures of them. Harry begged to disagree, though. Each picture there was more than just ma— Is that a baby? Sleeping in a car seat on their couch?

Harry blinked. It stirred, eyes fluttering open. Harry was now holding his breath in anticipation. It was watching him curiously. When he did not move, the little thing started to giggle. Smiling sheepishly back, he made a show of raking his hand through his hair and walking into the kitchen.

It was still messy, but the fridge was on now, and some condiments were put where they belonged.

Karolina was washing a bowl on the sink when the baby outside started crying. She washed her hands quick and ran out, excusing herself while smiling apologetically at the two of them.

[Y/N] opened the oven, pulling out something that smelled of a scent that made Harry’s mouth water.

“Is that Treacle Tart?” he blurted out.

[Y/N] almost dropped the pan of delight she held in her mittened hands. She cleared her throat in an attempt to maintain her composure as she set it down on the counter and pulled off her mittens. Still panting, she looked at him and said, “Harry, darling, I love you and all but please step out of the kitchen.”

“Sorry,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss against her head.

“Don’t do that, my hair stinks. I haven’t showered yet,” said [Y/N].

“What do you mean? It smells just fine.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s greasy. Is it greasy?”

“Yeah, you kinda look like Snape from where I’m standing. Ow! Sorry, bad joke. Okay, keep doing what you’re doing while I. . .” he trailed off as he grabbed her wrist gingerly and pulled off the scrunchie off it and started braiding her hair whilst she shook the whipped cream. “Could you just stop moving and let me braid your hair?”

“Oh, shut up! This tart’s for you, anyway.”

“So it is a Treacle Tart?”

“Uh, Doy,” she said mockingly. “It’s for your birthday, genius.”

“But it isn’t till next month,” said Harry.

“Eh, well, thought we could spend some time together in our new house without a crowd for a while. Why’re you even braiding my hair?”

“That baby got me thinking about it,” said Harry, as the child’s sobs started to cease. “You know, like . . . do you think we’re ready?”

“Well, what will be, will be.” She squeezed whipped cream on each side, scanning the final product with narrowed eyes. Harry tied the poorly-done braid with the scrunchie, letting her hair fall down to her back. [Y/N] turned to him. “Honestly, I’m kind of scared about the whole thing, you know? Like, aside from the . . . bloody pushing, it’ll be a huge responsibility. And I want to know if you’re up for it.”

“Okay,” he found himself saying so casually.

“Okay?” [Y/N] repeated to him, with an expression the combination of excitement and disbelief. “Okay as in, ‘okay let’s start trying?’”

“Okay, yes! Let’s start trying now!”

“Okay, but not right now, though,” said [Y/N] under her breath.

“Why not?” he said. Merlin, I have to stop.

“For one, Karolina’s right there at the doorway with Sydney.”

Harry shifted his gaze from [Y/N] to Karolina, who was now trying hard to stifle her laugh with a sleeping Sydney in her arms. “Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear that,” she said with a suggestive smile. “I’ll get going now, [Y/N], Harry.”

“Oh, you won’t try the Treacle Tart out?” called out [Y/N].

“Nah, we’ve eaten a lot of that already. We’re having cheesecake for tonight. Anyway, see you two.” With a friendly wave, she went off her way, leaving the two of them alone in their house.

Harry expected her to berate him, but she was already facing him with a slice of a tart resting neatly on a plate with a lousy candle set in the middle of it. “Make a wish,” she told him.

“Uh. . . I’m bad at wishes, you know that.”

“Then wish to be better at making wishes then make a better wish next month,” she said.

“Okay, I wish to be better at making wishes,” said Harry before blowing the candle out. [Y/N] pulled off the candle and lead him to the living room, where she put down the pan and separated the entire thing to put it on an adorable floral plate she loved.

“Happy super advanced birthday, Just Harry,” said [Y/N], kissing his head this time. “Have some Treacle Tart. I tried, okay?” Laughing, she put a fork on his plate and went to slice one for herself.

“Thank you, soft love,” said Harry as he helped himself to his slice. “Merlin, this is per—”

[Y/N] bursted into laughter, a couple crumbs spitting on the table. She had to get a tissue and wipe the table as she bellowed. “What’d you say?”

“Soft . . . love. Does that mean something bad?”

“No, no, no. It’s just funny to hear it from you. Say it again,” she said, resting her elbow on the top rail of a chair, eager to hear him.

“Soft love?” said Harry hesitantly.

“Oh my— Who told you to say that? Where’d you learn that?” choked [Y/N], wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Okay, sorry.”

“Er — you see, before we left to go here, Ron told me to experiment with . . . pet names.”

“So you delivered?”

“Do you not like it?” said Harry, his fork frozen in mid-air.

“Oh, I do. I so do,” she replied, chuckling. “I’ve had enough of tough love, I could use some soft love. But d’you know what it means?”

When Harry shook his head, she took one step forward to run her hand through his hair, grinning. “Means you accept all flaws instead of trying to build up a wall just to better and correct those flaws.”

“Then what’s so funny?” he asked with genuine curiosity rather than annoyance.

“Oh, Harry. Nothing! I just find you trying new stuff very, very amusing. Moving in here was a good choice, you know. Now I get to find out new things about you,” said [Y/N].

Harry smiled back, his cheeks a tad warmer than usual. “So which do you prefer? Tough love or soft love?”

“Eh, a relationship can’t work with just one of the two. Both works. Now eat your slice before we get working on this house,” said [Y/N] as she snapped her fingers, picking up her own plate and savoring her own work. “Chop chop.”

“You mean home?”

“Yep, I mean home,” answered [Y/N] without any hesitation. Oh, and, just one small update: they didn’t remove the plastic wrap of the mattress until next week.

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yannowhatigiveup · 3 years

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My One And Only - Chapter 10

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I might post this one shot I’m writing later. I really need to work on my angst but I just can’t bring myself to write it. I just love fluffity fluff Because... it’s fluff, my heart go melt. Also we’re starting to get into the longer chapters now, yAY

"So?" Alya asked. "Can you tell me?"

Marinette nodded. "So um, his name is D-Damian"

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Marinette excused herself to go to the bathroom while Alya said she would wait for her by the school's entrance. Marinette already told her about her encounter with Damian and her crush on him too which Alya found to be sweet. Then she noticed Nino and Adrien enter.

"Hey Adrien is it ok if I steal Nino for a few minutes?" She asked.

"Sure go ahead" Adrien answered, amused.

"Thanks" she said while grabbing Nino's arm and dragging him away. "I did it" she whispered to him.

"Did what?"

"I found out who Mari's crush is! But I ain't telling"

"Whaaaat why not?" Nino pouted teasingly.

"I'll tell you when they get together" she kissed him on the cheek "You can go back to Adrien now. See ya!" She went back to the locker room where Marinette was waiting.

"Hey do you wanna join us later?" Marinette asked. "We're just gonna go for a walk around Paris"

"If you want me to" Alya replied with a smug face. 'But I don't want to invade the bubble you two will be in'

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Damian was in his hotel room using a make shift punching bag when the sky became dark. He took down his homemade punching bag and took a look outside. The sky wasn't really the clear but it wasn't that dark either. The clouds became jet-black and shot large bolts of electric lightning. Damian took a step back as he notice a figure floating in the sky, shooting lightning bolts from her parasol. He decided to go into the roof of the hotel to get a better look. He remained in the shadows while watching the girl wreaking havoc. 'Is this what Angel meant?'. He was dumbfounded by how powerful this villain was but then he remembered magic was involved, magic was always powerful. Then the villain floated towards the hotel.

"Where is Chloe Bourgeois!?" The villain shouted, mainly to herself. Then Damian noticed a glowing butterfly mask appear on the akumatized villain. "Yes, Hawkmoth?"

'Hawkmoth...' Damian spat the name in his mouth. He disliked this man, such cowardice for targeting younger ones like he did.

"Don't worry Hawkmoth, they'll be here. I'm too big of a threat to ignore" the girl praised herself and as if it were a word of command, A boy in a black cat suit appeared. 'That must be Chat Noir'

"Back again huh Ice Queen?" The cat-themed superhero teased.

"My name is not Ice Queen! It's Stormy Weather!" She shouted back.

"For an ice queen, you really need to cool down" he fired back. Then the girl used her parasol to conjure a massive gust of wind but Chat Noir dodged it. Then Damian watched as a spotted yo-yo wrapped around Chat Noir and dragged him away. Damian then could've sworn he heard the sound of a flute but he didn't think anything of it when Chat Noir returned, this time with a spotted hero and a fox themed hero. 'Ladybug and...Rena Rouge I suppose'.

Stormy Weather then took a fighting stance only to have her eyes covered with a towel by a figure behind. 'That's....Ladybug but how-' Damian inwardly sighed. 'Magic I suppose'. He watched as the fake Ladybug disappeared while the real Ladybug grabbed the girl's parasol and smash it in half, intrigued to see a purple butterfly, fly out of the umbrella. Damian watched as Ladybug had snatched the butterfly into her yo-yo and then proceeded to 'de-evilise' it, as what Marinette said. He kept observing them. He watched in awe as Ladybug took the spotted towel used the cover Stormy Weather's eyes and threw it in the sky, many magical butterflies emerging and fixing everything that was damaged. From the sky to the nearby buildings. After they defeated the villain, they fist bumped and then Chat Noir took the now normal girl back to where she came from. Then Ladybug took Rena Rouge and they travelled in the opposite direction.

Now thinking it was safe to come out, Damian approached from the dark and went back to his hotel room via stairs. As he locked the door to his hotel room he realised something he had not noticed before, they all had a different specialized weapon. "How could I not have noticed that before?" He muttered to himself. He played through his memories. 'Ladybug has a Yo-yo, The cat had a retractable staff and Rena had...a flute was it?'. He decided to write some of this down in Arabic that way no one would know what it said even if they were to find the note. He dedicated the rest of his time researching the heroes.

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"Alya" Marinette whined. "It's not a date"

"Even if it wasn't, I still gotta make sure you look good" Alya styled her best friends's hair into a bun with a few strands loose on either side of her face. The outfit she chose for Marinette was an ivory turtleneck sweater dress with brown knee-high boots, all MDC originals of course. The thing is, Alya still didn't know that Marinette was MDC. She hadn't told her yet so convincing her best friend that all these clothes were 'thank you gifts' was difficult to say the least. When Marinette looked at herself in the mirror she let out a tiny audible gasp. She looked great if she said so herself. "What did I tell you? You're best friend knows what looks good on you" Alya said proudly while patting herself on the back.

"Yeah, you did great" Marinette giggled. "Now come on let's go!" She grabbed her best friend's arm and dragged her to where they agreed to meet Damian.

Alya wasn't sure what she was expecting but it definitely wasn't what she saw. In the distance she saw a tall, muscular and handsome man. She wasn't attracted to him, in fact, the neutral scowl on his face was enough to send fear up her spine. Alya wasn't sure if this man was safe to be around, or if it was even Damian for that matter but the bright sparkle in Marinette's eye when spotting him confirmed that this was indeed Damian. Alya watched astounded as the once threatening scowl on his face turned into a naturally soft smile the moment his eyes spotted her best friend. 'This guy is totally in love with Mari. And I'm here for it'

When Damian noticed Marinette with a girl, 'Césaire probably', he smiled and walked up to them. "Hello Angel, nice to see you" he said in French. He turned to the other girl "Damian , nice to meet you" he said again in French while holding his hand out for a handshake.

"Alya, Alya Césaire" Marinette's best friend said while returning the handshake.

Marinette's eyes were bright when Alya and Damian had introduced themselves "So now that we're here, what should we do?"

"Didn't you say that you needed fabric for your designs?" Alya asked.

"Yeah b-"

"In that case we should go shop for the fabric needed" Damian replied.

"That's nice of you guys but we don't have too-"

"Come one I know a few shops!" Alya grabbed Marinette's hand and dragged her to the fabric shops in the area with great reviews without allowing her to protest. Damian tagged right behind, smiling at the two best friend's interaction. Alya then took the time to whisper into her best friend's ear. "He called you Angel" she said with smirk on her face.

"I-it's just a nickname" Marinette stuttered as she felt her face become hot. Alya playfully rolled her eyes while leading the bluenette to one of the best fabric shops in Paris with Damian in tow.

In the end they bought Marinette three different rolls of fabric. Damian was the one who paid, though it took a long time arguing before Marinette finally backed down. She was the one who wanted to pay but Damian kept insisting he should pay. He had also offered to carry all the rolls of fabric, not that he needed to ask because he carried them anyway, ignoring Alya and Marinette's protests. Soon they arrived at her parents' bakery and they met a surprised Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain, they were mostly surprised at the boy who could carry three rolls of fabric single-handedly and look as if he could carry more. They watched, amused, as their daughter and this boy argued back and forth. Marinette saying that she could carry the rolls of fabric to her room by herself and the boy saying that he could carry it by himself. The argument didn't even last a minute before they came to a conclusion; Marinette would take one of the rolls while the boy would bring the other two. When they both left to go to Marinette's room, Alya answered a question that was in both the parents' head.

"His name is Damian" Alya said. "Marinette says he's an exchange student from the US"

"The US?" Tom said confused. "I thought he could've been from Bordeaux, there wasn't a hint of an accent'

"He must have been studying French for a long time" Sabine said, quite impressed.

Alya nodded. "Marinette's known him for a while, I just met him today and he's very smart"

Then both Marinette and Damian came downstairs. "Maman, Papa I'm going with Alya to make sure she gets hom-"

"I can go by myself it's fine" Alya interrupted. 'You and Damian need some time alone!' She inwardly smirked.

"Then I'll make sure Damian goes home" Marinette said without hesitation. They both said their goodbyes and walked out, leaving Alya and Marinette's parents.

"He's good husband material" Sabine said the moment her daughter and the boy left. Both Alya and Tom chuckled while nodding. Then when Alya turned to leave, Sabine and Tom went back to decorating some cupcakes.

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Adrien kept looking through all the fan-mail he got, it was a lot but he wanted to read each and every one of them so that his fans knew he cared. But there was still something at the back of his mind, something nagging him. It was about when Plagg went to talk with Tikki about what he described as 'Kwami Business'. Adrien knew it was private conversations between kwamis but he could help but be curious as when Plagg had asked for permission to go, he was much more serious than he probably has been his entire life. "Plagg"

"Yeah Adrien?" The kwami replied, biting his aged Camembert.

"The day you went to talk with Tikki, what did you have to talk about?" Adrien watched as Plagg stiffened. Surprisingly, he put his cheese aside. 'Uh oh, this must be serious'

Plagg sighed, "It about the side effects of the miraculous"

"Side effects?" Now he was getting worried.

"The side effects only a true miraculous holder could get" Plagg mumbled hesitantly.

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smcc212 · 4 years

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My Daily- Part 2

Pairings- Thomas Shelby x female!

Word count- 1,744

Warnings- The tiniest bit of angst you’ve ever seen in you life, the Shelby/Grey family not really liking you, a little pic tommy, fluff, etc. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N- Thank you to @hinagiku0 for requesting this and I’m soooooo sorry this took so long. I really hope you enjoy!!

(I’m too lazy to find a gif so use your imagination, thanking you)

A few days had passed and your dream had come to an end. You were hoping that when you got back to arrow house you’d be able to enjoy the feeling of being engaged for little bit longer before it was ruined, but, of course, your further in-laws were there, waiting for you and Tommy. You sighed, knowing that they weren’t here to be friendly to you.

“What’re you lot doing here?” Tommy asked the second we were in front of them.

“You just disappeared, Thomas. Where were you?” Polly asked. Her eyes flickered to you for a moment, disgust filled them. You tighter your grip on Charlie’s hands ever-so-slightly.

“I went travel with my son and my fiancé, Pol. I made sure the business would run smoothly, I don’t see-“

“Your what?!”

“My fiancé; my future wife.” Tommy’s voice was filled with pride as he spoke up you.

“Tom,” Arthur began. “She’s with you for your money, brother, are you blind?” Arthur, unlike Polly, didn’t sound angry, he sounded genuinely concerned.

“I’ve had enough of this bullshit!” Tommy exclaimed, exasperated with this whole ordeal. “(Y/N) will be my wife; she’ll be our family, and you lot have to learn to live with that. She’s not with me for my money, for fuck sake!” Tommy’s shouting must’ve scared Charlie because he started wailing. Polly went towards him, but he turned around and grabbed on to your leg.

“Mummy, why’s daddy angry?” He cried. No missed what Charlie had called you and, even though you saw him as your own, you knew you had to correct him. You pried him away from your legs, crouched down to his level and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Sweetheart, I love you, but you know I’m not your mummy,” you said as softly as you could. “But, I love you so so much, okay? And I know your mummy loves you too.” He threw himself into your arms and you didn’t hesitate to hug him back.

“Why’s daddy angry?” He asked again.

“Daddy’s not angry at you, sweetheart. It’s grown up stuff, and I know that’s annoying to hear, but I’ll tell you when I’m older.”

“Promise?” He sniffed, wiping his eyes on the back of his tiny hands.

“I promise, baby,” You cooed, placing a kiss on his head. “Come on, love, you’ve got violin practice,” You spoke softly, taking ahold of Charlie’s little hand and leading him into the house, sending Tommy a small smile as you did.

You were sitting listening to Charlie play the violin when Tommy called a family meeting, and, since you were going to be his wife, he invited you along.

“(Y/N), took you long enough, eh?” Tommy said, he sounded slightly annoyed.

“Sorry, I was busy supporting your son,” You bit back. “Why am I here, Tommy?”

“Because we’re going to deal with this situation-“ He gestured between you and his family. “-because I’m sick of this.”

“We’re just looking out for you, Thomas; she’s using you,” Polly spoke softly.

“Tom,” You sighed. “I’ll just sign a prenup, problem solved!” You exclaimed in mock celebration. “So, can I go now?”

“No, no you’re not signing a prenuptial agreement.”

“Wh-what?” You stammered, looking at Tommy like he was an alien.

“If I die, I’m not leaving you with nothing.” He stood his ground. You looked around the room and, for once, it seemed like Polly agreed with you.

“I can look after myself, Tom. I was doing fine before we got together!” You spat.

“Yeah, you were working for me.”

“I had a job before I worked here. I left that job to work here, I didn’t need to work here.” You rolled your eyes. Did he really think you’d perish without his money? “For fuck sake, Tom, I don’t need nor do I want your fucking money!” You shouted, his family believed you only wanted his money, did Tommy believe that too?

“You don’t want it, no? Then why do you let me buy you all those expensive dresses and jewellery? Eh? Tell me that, (Y/N),” He replied, his face was still stone-cold, as always, but you could hear him getting pissed off.

“Because they’re fucking gifts, Tom! I don’t like expensive dresses and jewellery, but I wear them for you! You fucking idiot, Tom,” You sighed, exasperated. “I hate having to be posh and proper, but I do it for you.” You looked at the floor, not wanting to meet Tommy’s gaze.

“Why?” He asked.

“Why what?”

“Why do it if you hate it?” His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Because I love you, Tommy,” You spoke softly, walking towards him. As you stood in front of him, you placed your hands on either side of his face. “I love you, Tommy, I’ve never been ‘proper’ and I don’t like it, but I’ll do it for you.” He placed his hands on top of yours.

“You don’t have to be ‘proper’, love. I fell in love with you before you started acting ‘proper’, didn’t I?” His soft voice flowed gently into your eyes, his slight chuckle at the end painting a smile onto your face.

“Tommy, can we going travelling again soon?” You whispered, feeling guilty for a reason you couldn’t determine.

“You wanna do it again?” He tried to hide it, but you could hear the slight confusion in his voice.

“Yeah... It was fun.” You shrugged, looking at your shoes bashfully.

“Okay,” He chuckled slightly, and god did you love that sound. “Okay, we can go travelling again, not sure when but we will.”

“Yay!” You squeaked. “Charlie‘ll be so excited.” You smiled at him.

“I think he just wants to see you try and ride a horse again.”

“Shut up, I wasn’t that bad,” You laughed, playfully hitting his arm. Tommy placed his hands on either side of your face, slowly bringing his lips to yours, dancing gently together.

“I can’t wait to marry you, love,” He whispered as the dance ended.

“Well, you’re gonna have to wait, Tom, because I’ve got a lot of planning to do,” You giggled, he smiled down at you, pecking lips yours once more before turning to address his family once again.

“(Y/N) and I are getting married, and that’s that. So, suck it up and deal with it, yeah?” He wasn’t really asking so much as telling. No one said anything, they still didn’t trust you, but no one had seen him like that since before Grace died and it’s always easier to be around Tommy when he’s happy.

“Just breath, (Y/N), it’s gonna be fine,” Mary said from behind you.

“Correction- it’ll be perfect,” Sarah encouraged as she finished your makeup, a bright smile painting her face.

The Ivory a-line you’d dreamt of since you were a girl was on. Your hair was styled perfectly, thanks to Mary, and your makeup was perfect, thanks to Sarah. Your perfect groom awaited you. You took a deep breath, stood up and said: “Okay. I’m ready,” You enthused. “Let’s do this.”

You walked down the isle, nerves eating away at you. Kicking your dress forward slightly with every step you took towards Tommy.

“Hi,” You whispered as you stood in front of your future husband.

“Hello. You look breathtaking, my love,” He whispered back. Your exchange of whispered words was halted as Jeremiah began to speak.

“We are gathered here today, in holy matrimony, to celebrate to coming together Thomas Michael Shelby and (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N).” Jeremiah spoke clearly and loudly, his voice bouncing off of the walls of the church. As Jeremiah continued, your eyes never let Thomas. His crystalline eyes staring into mine, a smile plastered onto his face.

“Do you, Thomas Michael Shelby, take (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, through sickness and in health, til death do you part?”

“I do.”

“And do you, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), take Thomas Michael Shelby to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to, through sickness and in health, til death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Then, with the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” Jeremiah exclaimed happily. Thomas wasted no time, placing his hands on either side of face and planting his lips on yours. Cheers and applause were heard behind you. When the two of you finally broke the kiss, Tommy smiled at you while you chuckled nervously. Tommy was the one to grab your hand and pull you back up the isle. Outside a photographer waited, ready to snap some pictures to remember the day by.

After a long, loud, party, you, Thomas, and the rest of the Shelby/Grey clan headed back to Arrow house. You gave tommy a quick, but loving, peck on the cheek and headed upstairs to get changed. You took the dress of and carefully hung it up. After you dresses in some more comfortable clothes, you couldn’t help but stare and the dress. How could this have happened to me? You pondered. Married to the love of my life(even if his family hated me) all because I got a job. You smiled to yourself as Mary opened the door, an excitable Charlie in her arms.

“Miss (Y/L/N)- I-I mean Mrs Shelby,” Mary said, quickly correcting herself. “Charlie wanted to see you, I can look after him if you want?”

“No, it’s fine. Thank you, Mary. You should get some sleep, I know he can be a handful sometimes,” you giggled, taking Charlie into your arms. She smiled back at you.

“Thank you, Mrs Shelby. Good night.” She politely left the room, closing the door behind her. You sat on the bed, making silly faces as Charlie laughed. Soon though, Polly appeared. She opened the door silently so you didn’t notice her. A slight smile graced her face as she saw you with her great-nephew.

She sat next to you, but didn’t say a yo thing as you looked at her. Suddenly, her hand slide over your stomach.

She smiled slightly. “You’re good with him. I hope you’ll be just as good with this one.” She looked at her hand on your stomach, your eyes widened as you realised what she was implying. She gave you a knowing smirk as she left the room. Gently, you placed Charlie on the bed, one hand still holding him as the other went to your stomach.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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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”

......................................................................

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.

......................................................................

“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

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Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - (older Dramione), Part Three

Wow! Thank you so much for your feedback and apparent enthusiasm for the previous parts, and for your excitement to see more in the future! I never imagined it’d get any traction, but I’m staggered and touched to see that people are enjoying it!

Here’s part three for you, as promised. I had written twice as much as this (around 7k in total) for part three, but I split it up into two. Part Four will go up tomorrow after I’ve given it another once-over. It’s tooth-rottingly adorable really. There’s pizza involved. And a little delving into the past.

Content warnings for part three: unexpected run-in with Ron, passing mention of past alcohol abuse (Ron), and general prejudices against Slytherins. Again, this isn’t supposed to be a Ron-bashing story, but relationships do break down when fundamental beliefs don’t align. If I seem harsh on Ron, I don’t really mean to be. Hermione also isn’t perfect or unbiased, but she has perhaps slightly more reason to be upset with him than he does with her. It will all be explained in a later part, I promise, but it has been hinted at already in the previous two parts.

Part One | Part Two

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Friday found her lingering awkwardly in the Ministry’s echoing Atrium, waiting for Theo to come out of his last meeting of the day, up on level five. The problem with being the former Minister for Magic - and one so famously young - was that quite literally everyone knew who she was. So far, in the ten minutes she’d been standing there, a seemingly ceaseless line of twittering assistants and employees had come cringing up to her to ask if she needed anything.

She’d just sent the latest one packing with a tight-lipped ‘no, thank you. I’m just waiting for a friend,’ when someone cleared their throat behind her, and a familiar voice made her heart clench and her breath come short for half a moment.

“’Mione? What are you doing here?”

“Hi, Ron,” she sighed, even before she turned to face him.

In the decade or so since their divorce, he’d actually done pretty well for himself. Gone was the lingering paunch that had crept in towards the tail end of his quidditch career, and now he looked… well, quite frankly, he looked really good. He reminded her of Charlie Weasley a little, with floppy, roguish hair and a surprisingly lean figure once more. Becoming the coach of an internationally-recognised quidditch team suited him, clearly. That, and a happier, second marriage with Lavender, she supposed.

“How are you?” she asked, trying not to sound too stiff and failing abysmally.

“Good,” he said, rocking back on his heels for a moment with his hands shoved into his pockets. “What, uh, what brings you here then? Miss the place too much?” he asked with a little snort of laughter.

“Hardly, Ron,” she said with perhaps a little too much feeling. “No, I’m waiting for Theo.”

At the mention of Theo’s name, Ron’s eyes darkened. “Why?” he blurted.

“Why? Because he’s my friend, Ronald,” she said. “And what are you doing here? Come to blag your way out of another ‘drunk and disorderly in possession of a broomstick’, hmm?”

She knew even as she said it that her snide comment was uncalled for, and that she was being disproportionately petty, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. Something about his lingering, bone-deep resentment of the people with whom she chose to associate these days just brought out the worst in her even now. She wasn’t proud of it. In her defence though, how many times had he tried to use the whole ‘The Minister for Magic is my wife’ ploy to get out of scrapes like that in the past?

Ron’s freckled face flushed at that. “I’m clean and sober now, Hermione,” he said. “Have been for the past five years, which you’d know if you ever came to any of Harry’s dinners. We used to be the ‘Golden Trio’ for fuck’s sake…”

Very quietly, and with what she thought was a remarkable degree of renewed self-control, Hermione said, “Excuse me for not wanting to intrude on your happy family, Ron. I am pleased to hear that though. That’s no small achievement. Congratulations.”

“But you’d still rather go scuttling off with the Slytherins instead of having dinner with me and Harry?” he said, eyes flashing.

There it was. There was the comment — the little dig at her choices — that she’d been waiting for ever since she’d mentioned Theo’s name.

“I hear that you and that lot are pretty tight now. Even dragged Neville into it.”

Her already-simmering outrage crept a degree or two hotter beneath the surface, and Hermione blinked rapidly. “‘Dragged’ Neville? Is that what you call his perfectly healthy and happy relationship with Pansy?”

“He wouldn’t have had anything to do with her if it wasn’t for you and Nott meddling. He’d have settled down with Hannah instead of leaving her for some Slytherin trust-fund bitch. You know she’s still heartbroken about it?”

Her eyebrows rose. That wasn’t how it had happened at all, though she knew Hannah was still upset, and she’d just opened her mouth to say so when she felt the prickle of other people’s eyes on them.

“I’m not discussing this, Ron, and I’m certainly not starting something here in the Ministry Atrium, for God’s sake,” she said, turning away. Her ears were starting to ring as her magic crackled inside her and she took a long, steadying inhale to try and calm down. People were indeed starting to stare, and she thought she glimpsed Gabriella Guile lurking near the sandwich shop with one of Rita Skeeter’s bloody ‘Quick-Quotes Quills’ hovering at the ready. “Please, Ron.”

He stepped in close and snarled, “Well, at least some of us still remember where our loyalties lie.”

Hermione saw red at that and spun back round to face him, eyes flashing and hair expanding like a Devil’s Snare. “Loyalty?” she spat. “You — you of all people — want to lecture me about loyalty?!”

Clearly he hadn’t followed that thought through to its conclusion before opening his mouth. He turned beetroot red and took half a step back, hands up defensively. “Look, Mione, I’m sorry. I didn’t come over to start another fight. It’s not like I expected to see you here - you don’t even work here anymore, and it’s not like we hang out or anything. How was I to know?” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I’m meeting Harry when he gets off work and we’re going for a drink at the Leaky. Let’s... Lets just forget it, ok?”

A hand landing gently but firmly between her shoulders made her jump and she whipped round to find Theo standing behind her, looming over her from his six-foot-something height. “Alright, love?” he asked in a steady baritone without taking his eyes off Ron.

“Ready to go,” she said tartly. “Say hi to Harry for me, Ron.”

And with that, they left the Ministry by floo for Theo’s.

As she stepped out of the swirling green flames of the fancy, Mayfair town-house’s marble fireplace only a moment or so behind him, she found Daniel rising from the sofa to greet Theo with a kiss, and once Theo had moved off through the house to hang up his cloak, he opened his arms to hug her warmly.

Dan, always a pleasure,” she said. “How are you?”

The unexpected meeting with Ron left her oddly rattled. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen him at all in the decade since the divorce - his little sister was her own best friend, and she’d met Bill Weasley on more than one occasion during her time at the Ministry, but still, to see him doing so well for himself and to see him so happy should have made her pleased. After all the years of shared friendship that she genuinely cherished, she should have been happy for him.

Instead it galled and made her uncharacteristically bitter to know that he had everything he wanted now and he still couldn’t resist trying to rubbish the few things she had left of value in her life. Theo and Daniel were among her closest friends, and to her surprise, the rest of the Slytherins had adopted her into their little group without question.

“Let’s start a bit early, shall we?” Theo chimed as he re-entered the living room with three champagne flutes and a bottle of something French and no doubt eye-wateringly expensive floating in front of him. Since that left his hands free, he began undoing his cuff links as he walked. “The others should be here soon enough anyway, and I just closed a deal with the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France that I’ve been trying to hash out all year. Yay me.”

His flawless French accent made Hermione smile. Everything just seemed so easy and natural to Theo; it might have enviable if he weren’t such an affable sweetheart to go with it.

“Yay you,” Daniel chuckled, eyes glittering with affection as Theo handed Hermione a very full glass. “To my brilliant husband.”

Two hours later, amid the happy murmur of conversation that now filled the gorgeous, airy ground floor, Hermione looked up as the floo whooshed and Draco Malfoy stepped out. She’d begun to think he wasn’t going to show, and when she caught sight of him, a weight unexpectedly lifted from her chest. Something, at least, was going right today.

He had a heavy, black cloak around his shoulders and a bundle of brown paper parcels under one arm, printed with the logos of various Diagon Alley shops, though it was well past most of their closing times. She wondered where he’d been in the meantime, but didn’t want to pry.

Whether out of surprise or curiosity, the chatter in the living room sputtered out a little at his arrival before Pansy rose to her feet and flung her arms around his neck. “Draco, darling!” she laughed as she air-kissed his winter-pink cheeks and hissed melodramatically in his ear — loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear —, “I’m so glad you came; Blaise owes me ten galleons. He said you wouldn’t come.”

Draco twitched his lips fondly into something that was almost a smirk and unclasped his cloak as she stepped away from him. He folded it up neatly atop the parcels beside the now-still fireplace and shot her a look. “Glad to know how much my company is worth these days, Pans,” he drawled.

As he straightened, Hermione actually sank her teeth into her lower lip at the way his bespoke charcoal grey suit fitted him, accentuating his long, lean figure, with narrow hips and broad shoulders. He looked every bit the successful businessman while she was slouching around in the jeans and mauve hoodie she’d thrown on in the back room after closing the bookshop for the day. No wonder Pansy had given her an affectionately pitying grimace when she’d greeted her earlier.

Theo rose gracefully from his seat beside her on the sofa to join Draco and Pansy by the hearth, and he hugged Draco fondly, murmuring something in his ear. The two were almost a match in height, though where Theo’s hair was a warm, copper-streaked, chocolate brown and his skin a tanned, freckled olive, Draco’s hair and skin were almost as colourless as the marble fireplace behind him.

When Draco drew back this time, he spotted Hermione over Theo’s shoulder. He offered her a slow incline of his head, and allowed a clinking tumbler of whisky and ice to be pressed into his hand by Theo.

Hermione wasn’t really sure quite what she’d been expecting from Draco when she’d invited him to join Theo’s usual Friday night drinks. Whatever it had been though, it wasn’t the thoughtful, considerate conversationalist she now found engaging Neville in detailed discussion about the disadvantages of farming dittany commercially. For some reason, Draco’s icy exterior and apparently reclusive behaviour had made her think he might be socially awkward, but apparently one can’t train the upper-class manners out of someone once it’s been bred into their bloodline for umpteen generations, even after a dusty decade of disuse. Further to her surprise, he actually seemed genuinely interested in what Neville had to say about the difference in potency between rare, wild-harvested dittany and the farmed stuff.

Meanwhile, she just sat on the sofa with Neville on her left and Theo on her right, and only half-listened to the talk around her, not participating at all.

Despite everyone’s obvious enjoyment of the gathering, Hermione found herself unable to muster any of her usual social enthusiasm, and remained in pretty subdued silence. After a while, Neville politely excused himself to find Pansy, with an earnest promise to follow up on something or other for Malfoy, and his seat was not reoccupied.

In the lull, Malfoy took the opportunity to lean across the space from his armchair to the sofa and murmur, “Everything alright, Granger?”

From beside her, Theo looked round and slung his arm causally over her shoulders and squeezed. “Hermione had a small run in with her ex-husband in the middle of the Ministry Atrium.”

Draco’s eyes flashed and his lip curled minutely.

“Nothing dramatic, but the prick had the nerve to insinuate that Slytherins make for poor company. Luckily, dear Hermione reminded him that we’re not all still twelve years old...”

She managed a smile at that. “Don’t let me rain on your party, Theo, but I think... I think I will head home now.”

“Feel free to floo,” he breezed, waving the hand that had been around her shoulders with a flash of the gold signet ring on his little finger, “But obviously I’d much rather you stay and drink yourself into a giggling stupor again... It’s been far too long since that happened.”

“You drink yourself into a giggling stupor every Friday, Theo. I’m sure you can manage to do it again on my behalf tonight. I’d love to stay, but it’s all getting a bit... loud now anyway...” she said vaguely. “I think I’ll walk home.”

Theo just nodded and gave her an affectionate little wink that would have looked corny on anyone half as charming. “Take care of yourself, sweetheart. Say hello to whatever your book-du-jour is for me. Will it be Emily or Charlotte this time?”

Draco frowned in confusion and she laughed a little. “Charlotte.”

Still cleanly nonplussed, Malfoy looked from Theo to Hermione before Theo grinned at him. “Brontë,” he said conspiratorially. “Muggle author.” He looked back to Hermione and said, “Means it’s an evening with dear Jane Eyre then. Haven’t you read that a hundred times?”

“More, probably,” she chuckled, standing. “Goodnight, Draco. I’m glad you came. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

He nodded, looking slightly winded for some reason, and offered nothing else.

After saying goodbye to a few people, and finding that Pansy had somehow managed to drape herself successfully across Neville’s lap despite the fact that he was sitting on a bar stool of all things, Hermione headed for the front door and slipped out into the night alone.

With her coat still over the crook of one arm despite the biting wind, she made her way from Theo’s cushy house out into wider Muggle London, and from there she began to meander.

Just as she crossed the boundary into Hyde Park, she heard running feet and someone calling her name. To her surprise, she turned and found Malfoy loping along the pavement after her.

Halting, she waited for him to catch up and looked curiously up at him. His pale cheeks were flushed pink again from the bout of light exercise, his breath billowed white, and his hair seemed to glow like burnished silver in the harsh light of the street lamps. It was hard to doubt the rumours of him being part Veela in moments like that.

“What is it, Malfoy?” she asked when he didn’t articulate the reason for his hasty journey. “Did I forget something?”

“No, I —“ he faltered and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. The motion ruffled his hair into something altogether softer and more attractive. He cut it much shorter at the sides now but left the top longer, and it had an attractive wave to it that had once been oiled out of existence in his earlier years at Hogwarts. “I thought — ach, this was a stupid idea.”

“What do you mean? What was a stupid idea?”

“I thought I’d come after you and see if you were alright. You looked fucking miserable back there, Granger.”

“You taught your son foundation spellwork with that mouth, Malfoy?” she countered, slightly staggered by his apparent thoughtfulness. This was not the Malfoy she remembered at all, and it was gratifying to find that her experience of him over lunch had not been a one-off.

He smirked and the effect was disarming in a way it never had been at Hogwarts. “I do try not to swear around him, but if he’s learnt something uncouth, I couldn’t promise it didn’t come from me. Or Theo. Actually it’s more likely to have come from Theo.”

She laughed suddenly. “Your little mandrake,” she sighed.

Something odd passed across his face and he stuffed his hands into his jacket pocket. “Salazar’s balls,” he cursed. “It’s colder out here than I thought.”

Wandlessly, she murmured a spell to extend the radius of her own extant warming charm to surround them both. “Better?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Left my cloak and stuff back at Theo’s.”

Hermione smiled and gestured with the arm holding her coat. “I’d offer you mine, but I’m not sure even you could pull off a Muggle women’s rain mac that’s several sizes too small for you.”

“Oh I don’t know,” he said. “I think I could transfigure it into something… workable.”

“You sound just like Theo and Dan and Pansy,” she groaned. “They’re always threatening to take me shopping. I’m terrified to let them loose on my wardrobe. I’m afraid I’ll never see another pair of comfy jeans again!”

“Don’t listen to them. The way you dress is just fine,” he said easily. “Besides, you give that lot an inch and they’ll take a mile. You should always stand your ground, especially against Pansy…”

“Well, I’ve got Nev on my side too,” she said. “Though even I have to admit that she’s had a positive effect on his wardrobe. Maybe I should let her take me shopping after all... I probably couldn’t afford the places she shops though,” she laughed, then looked up to find an odd light in Malfoy’s grey eyes. “You really came haring through London after me just to check I was alright?”

“And walk you home if you’d like,” he added. “But I’ll leave you in peace if I’m imposing. Heavens know you’ve had one pushy bloke to deal with already today...”

“The last thing I think of you right now is ‘pushy’, Malfoy. I think you’re very kind to come after me.”

He looked away at that and a private smile graced his lips. Bloody hell though; where some people’s looks seemed to have been watered down with age, Malfoy’s features had been honed and refined by time into something akin to a masterpiece, with high, sharp cheekbones and a slim, and clearly very fit and healthy, figure. It made her stomach swoop and ache again in a way she hadn’t felt in years. It also made her feel a little self-conscious of the softer curves she was carrying around her hips, arms, and lower stomach these days. Hefting books around kept her strong, but a largely sedentary life in the bookshop wasn’t doing wonders for her once-svelte figure, it had to be said.

He nudged his elbow out a few inches and she smiled, taking the offer and sliding her fingers into the crook of his arm.

They set off and walked slowly, aimlessly, along the walkways of Hyde Park, and for a long time neither of them spoke. A cyclist shot past them at one point, and Malfoy watched him disappear into the distance with an inquisitive frown, as if trying to figure out how it could possibly function. He never said anything though, and they carried on, warmed by Hermione’s spell and encased in an oddly amicable silence.

It was Malfoy who broke the silence at last. “You find this strange, Granger?” he asked, glancing down at her.

Her breath caught as she stared up into those full-moon eyes of his; bright and silver and so god-damned intense. Gone was the pinched look of fear and insecurity lingering in the corners. Gone was the cruel, steely glint. The lines of his face were still hard and severe, and he carried a hefty frown most of the time, and that trademark pointy chin was still there, but he really had grown up, inside and out, and it showed.

“Strange?” she croaked. “What, you and me walking arm in arm through Hyde Park at seven in the evening?”

“Mmm,” he nodded.

“A little,” she admitted as she looked ahead up the path. “A little.”

Part Four

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dbnightingale24 · 4 years

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Patience

Chapter 7

Okay, so I’m really excited for the next few chapters of all my stories, and I'm super excited that I’ve been able to post more frequent than usual!! I didn’t like writing this one so much (sadness), but the next few chapters...YAY!! Anywho, I hope you all enjoy!! I love writing angsty shit way too much 🙄

Warnings: Angst, Arguing, Family Drama, Slow Burn, Dialogue Heavy, Swearing, Drinking, Anxiety, Broken Heart...I think that’s it?

Word Count: 4582 (What’s the point of apologizing anymore?)

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:

Dreaming With A Broken Heart - John Mayer

Come On And Go - Scout

Little Lies - Fleetwood Mac

I Caught Myself - Paramore

I do give consent for any of my works/stories to be posted elsewhere.

“Do we really have to go?” Julia questioned for the second time, as they all sat parked outside of her parents house.

“The sooner we go in, the sooner we can get out,” Meg sighed.

“So...get out.”

“I don’t wanna,” Meg whined, leaning back into the car seat.

“It can’t be that bad,” Andy laughed, starting to feel a little anxious.

“You don’t know my parents,” Julia sighed as she finally unlocked the car door. “Let’s get this over with.”

Julia grabbed her outfit and Andy’s suit from the trunk and slowly led their little group up the steps. She was about to knock when the door in front of her opened.

“I was beginning to think you’d never get out of the car,” her mother mumbled with her arms folded.

“Nice to see you too,” Julia scowled moving past her mother.

“Julie bug!” her father exclaimed, wrapping her in a tight hug. “I was afraid you wouldn’t show!”

“Well, a promise is a promise,” she smiled sweetly shrugging her shoulders.

“Why didn’t you show up with Raoul?” her mother snapped at Meg.

“Cause I slept over at Julia’s,” Meg mumbled.

“That’s not right. You have your own home-”

“I literally just got here. Can you fucking not start this shit already?”

“I’m just saying, think of how your husband feels.”

“I’m sure he’s fine, but it’s nice to know you give more of a fuck about how he feels than I do,” Meg spat.

“Now now, let’s not start the fighting so early,” Julia smiled, pulling Meg away from their mother. “We still have the rest of the day.”

“You. You’re the man from Julia’s job,” her mother commented when her eyes finally landed on Andy, completely ignoring Julia’s words.

“Yes, it’s nice to see you again,” he smiled, extending his arm which she gladly took.

“I like him Julia. You’ve done well,” she smiled, taking him in.

“We’re just friends,” Julia groaned. “I’m getting a drink, does anyone want anything?”

“I will happily take a bourbon,” Meg smiled.

“You’ve had enough to drink,” Julia quickly responded.

“So you’re back to abusing yourself and your body? Great. It’s not like you have a child or anything to care for,” their mother muttered.

“Hey mom, why don’t you have another cocktail and shut the fuck up?” Meg smiled sarcastically.

“Okay, both of you need to calm down. Meg you know your mother-”

“Can you not? Do not explain what she meant. We all know what she meant, Dad. Jesus, I’m so fucking happy I came to celebrate you two getting back together. So fucking happy,” Meg snapped before storming off.

“Well,” Julia’s father smiled sheepishly towards Andy “welcome to our home.”

Watching her father run off after Meg and her mother make her way towards the kitchen, Julia turned to Andy with a small sad smile on her face. “So...that’s my family.”

“Wait, what do mean they aren’t really married?” Andy asked Julia as they made their way around her parents living room.

Her parent’s party had been in full swing for well over three hours and Julia had taken her time showing him around the house, and pointing out all of her parents friends that she couldn’t stand. She hadn’t planned to stay as long as they had, but she saw how hard Meg was throwing back drinks, she felt that it would have been a terrible choice to leave her alone.

“Mr. and Mrs. and Voorhees kind of have an...understanding. They know it’s in their best interest to look married, but they have no real desire to actually be together. They’re married on paper and in public but they don’t even live in the same house,” Julia shrugged, grabbing a glass of champagne off the tray one of the servers was holding out.

“Jesus, and these are the people your parents had you around?”

“Yup, shitty parents with shitty friends. I fucking hate it here,” Julia mumbled as Raoul made his way over to them. “Whatever it is, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“I can’t reel her in,” Raoul said desperately.

“Well whose fucking fault is that? She’s your wife. Maybe, if you paid a little more attention to her, you’d know how to handle the situation. Hell, if you paid more attention, she probably wouldn’t drink so fucking much.”

“Listen Julia, I know you hate me-”

“I don’t fucking hate you, I just wish you’d grow a pair and be a better husband and father. You obliviously know she’s unhappy, so maybe you should do something about it before you lose her.”

“I try okay? There’s work-”

“Oh my God! Shut the fuck up!” Julia snapped. “There’s literally no reason for you to keep working. You have more than enough money to take care of all of you. You just don’t want to deal with anything. I’m not Meg, I’m not about to sugarcoat things to make you feel better about yourself. You’re a shitty husband and a shitty father. I’m not running to your aide to take care of Meg, take care of her yourself,” Julia spat before storming off outside.

She leaned against the railing on the terrace and huffed in frustration. She just wanted to go home, and by the way things were going, there didn’t seem any ending in sight. She hated that Andy had seen her family in the light she’d always seen her family in. She hated that he had seen her family at all. She wasn’t even sure why she invited him anymore. What did she expect? That they would be on their best behavior because she brought a friend with her? She should have known better. She couldn’t even bear to think of what Andy was thinking of her dysfunctional ass family. She knew he’d never judge her, but still. She wished she would have just kept her mouth shut.

“Bad night, huh?” a slightly familiar voice asked from the shadows.

Julia looked over her shoulder to see someone who looked oddly familiar making his way towards her. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I guess it has been a while,” the man laughed softly. “I promise I won’t ask to play Doctor tonight.”

“Jaime?!”

“Yeah, my acne finally cleared up,” he laughed, taking a sip of his drink. “Everything alright? You seem a little flustered.”

“I’m alright, just another one of my parent’s grand parties. Hence the alcohol,” Julia smiled and Jamie let out a little laugh. “Where’s your wife? I hear this is the third time you’ve been married?”

“Ha! No, only twice,” he smirked “she’s here somewhere. Making the rounds and all that. I saw the guy you’re here with-”

“Andy.”

“Yeah, he’s a DA? You two are cute together.”

“Ha, we’re just friends but thank you,” she snorted, taking a sip of her drink.

“I feel sorry for him, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Oh, um...thank you?” Julia questioned, starting to feel uncomfortable. She never felt comfortable being alone with Jaime and clearly time hadn’t changed that.

“Still not good at taking compliments I see,” he laughed, moving closer to her. “You look good tonight. You’ve always looked good. You wanna get out of here for a bit? Take a break from all of this?”

“No, I should stay. I don’t wanna leave my sister here all alone,” she chuckled uncomfortably. How the hell was she gonna get out of this?

“Isn’t she the older sister? She can tale care of herself. C’mon, one drive. What’ll it hurt?” He placed his hand on her lower back and pulled her closer. “Drives are good for relieving stress.”

“Jaime, what are you-?”

“Everything okay out here?” Andy asked from the doorway.

“Ah, you’re the best friend,” Jaime smiled, dropping his hand, as Julia let out a sigh of relief.

“That I am. Are you okay?” he asked, turning his attention to Julia. She simply nodded as she quickly made her way towards him. “Don’t come near her again,” Andy warned before making his way back inside with Julia at his side.

“Thank you so much,” Julia breathed out once they were back inside. When he didn’t respond, she looked to see him with his eyebrows furrowed. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did someone say something? Did my mother say something?”

“What was that about?” Andy snapped.

“What was what about?”

“I don’t know, you two seemed pretty cozy.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? What part of me looked cozy to be next to Jaime?!” Julia snapped in a hushed tone.

“You didn’t seem to be moving away.”

“Then why the fuck did you come outside to rescue me? What the hell is the matter with you?”

“Nothing is the matter with me, I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

“You know what? Fuck this and fuck you,” Julia snapped, letting go of Andy’s and grabbing a drink before rushing upstairs.

She quickly made her into her old bedroom and slammed the door shut. “Fucking asshole!”

“Oof! Someone’s in a mood,” Meg snickered, sitting at Julia’s old work desk, causing her to jump.

“What the hell are you doing in here? I thought you were having a giant meltdown or something.”

“I was and then I just came in here. I always liked your room more than mine. Better clothes, music, and pictures. Your room always felt safe,” Meg sighed. “What’s wrong with you? Who do I need to murder?”

“Jaime would be a good place to start, then yell at Andy. He’s being a massive dick right now.”

“Uh oh, what’s wrong? Trouble in paradise?” Meg slurred, a slick grin on her face.

“Don’t start, I’m not in the mood.”

“Okay okay, talk to me about it. Tell your big sister what happened,” she said seriously, sitting up straight and pouring herself another drink.

“Jaime is still a fucking creep and he was hitting on me. Andy came to my rescue, but only to be an asshole when we got inside the house,” Julia huffed, taking a sip of her own drink.

“Well, Jaime can go to hell and I’ll be happy to send him there, but Andy was just having a case of severe jealousy.”

“Meg-”

“You’re telling me you haven’t thought about it? Not even once?”

“Of course I have,” Julia groaned as she took a seat on her bed. “I’ve thought about a few things, but it will never happen. It can’t ever happen.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Cause he’s Andy fucking Barber! The man is built a fucking sculpture. Guys like him don’t go for girls like me. I get guys like Jaime,” she sighed, taking another sip of her drink and sitting up against her headboard.

“I have never understood why you’re so hard on yourself. I mean, I do get it but at the same time...I guess I just thought you’d come around,” Meg said as she took another sip.

“You don’t think you should go easy on that?” Julia questioned, pointing to the bottle.

“No, I definitely should. My son is here, some of Raoul’s business partners are here, and I blacked out last night. However, I just don’t want to.”

“Hun, I think you need to talk to someone.”

“That’s what I have you for,” Meg laughed. “No, I don’t think I will. I think I’ll just file for a divorce. It doesn’t seem that love is enough, even though I desperately want it to be.”

“I’m sure if you two go to marriage counseling you can sort it out.”

“Why should it have to come to that? Between the fighting and the drinking, I feel like it’s very clear that I’m not happy. Hell, Luis is so used to him not being around that he gets confused when they do actually hangout together. It’s not supposed to be like this. It shouldn’t have to be this hard.”

“Anything worth having isn’t going to be easy. Look at childbirth,” Julia scoffed before finishing off her drink.

“Yeah, but this is much different,” Meg laughed. “I want what you and Andy have.”

“We don’t have anything,” Julia snickered, getting up and taking the bottle from Meg and pouring herself another drink.

“You two have everything,” Meg muttered as she took the bottle back “you’re both just too dumb to realize it.”

“Gee thanks.”

“You’re welcome. I’m not the greatest big sister, but I know when I see something genuine. What you and Andy have is rare as fuck. He’s your best friend.You spend every waking moment with each other and you still haven’t grown tired of each other. You both light up around each other and for each other, you talk without boundaries, you bring each other out of your shells, and none of it is an act. I know we didn’t have the best example of true love and happiness growing up, and love is no Disney movie, but you two come pretty damn close. How you both haven’t figured it out is beyond me,” Meg laughed, taking a drink from the bottle. “That’s what I want. I want someone who puts me before work, is excited to see me even if it’s only for a little bit, who is selfish about spending time with me, and makes me light up. Raoul is none of those things for me anymore and I hate that. I feel like him and Luis are my entire universe but we just take up space in his,” Meg practically sobbed out.

“Fuck this party,” Julia smiled weakly. “We know their relationship is shit anyway. What do you say we get drunk and dance our asses off in here? I’m pretty sure I still have your favorite Bowie album in here.”

“I say fuck yeah!” Meg smiled, wiping away the few tears that had managed to escape.

For the rest of the night, Julia and Meg jumped and danced around to the different albums Julia had left at her parents house when she finally moved out. Reality had done more than its fair share of kicking both of their asses, and they both figured that a good old fashioned sister night was just what they needed. For a just a while, the rest of the world could wait.

“I hope you two are proud of yourselves,” Meg and Julia’s mother snapped right after the last guest left.

“I think we did super tonight. As you can see, the house wasn’t burned down. Not a singe on anything,” Meg drunkenly mumbled while Julia just giggled, letting a small hiccup escape.

“Oh grow up! The both of you!”

“Why are you like this? We didn’t even wanna come! You bullied us into coming. Just like you’re bullying us into going to this stupid ass wedding.”

“That’s enough, Meghan!” their father snapped.

“Why are you yelling at her? She’s right!” Julia snapped right back, stumbling a bit. Balancing in heels was becoming harder by the second. “We don’t want to be here, but you two insist upon making us play along. I hate this fucking house, I hate your friends, and I hate this charade we always play like things are fine! Why should we stick around and entertain your friends? This was your party, not ours.”

“You! You left your friend all alone!” their mother quipped, choosing to ignore everything Julia had just said.

“As usual, find your way around the actual problem. Andy is fucking fine. He can work a room better than anyone I know, isn’t that right buddy?” Julia smirked towards Andy, who was doing his best to fight off a small smile.

“Both of you-”

“Oh shut up, can we go now dad?” Meg asked, lazily turning her gaze to his direction.

“Meg-”

“Can we go? There’s no need for us to perform anymore. The stupid thing is over. We don’t need to play pretend anymore.”

“Yeah fine,” he heavily sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wonderful! It’s truly been terrible and I beg of you, the next time you think of inviting me to another one of these dumb things, don’t!” Meg smiled sarcastically before clumsily making her way out.

“Please let me know when you’re home safe,” their father sighed towards Raoul, who just nodded softly as to make sure he didn’t wake Luis before following after his shit-faced wife.

“I suppose you want to go home too?” he asked turning his attention to Julia.

“I never wanted to come,” she slurred as she finally took her shoes off. “I don’t know why you insist upon doing this, but don’t expect me to be happy. It’s not fair,”

“Julia-”

“What dad?” she whined, throwing her shoes on the ground. “What do you want me to do? What do you want me to say? You want me to give you guys a fair chance? Pretend that I don’t think this is a royal disaster? That’s really laughable. You know what? I’m way too drunk to do this right now, I’m going home. I love you,” she sighed before kissing his cheek and stumbling out of the house.

She went to grab her keys out of her purse, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “You’ve completely lost your mind if you think you’re driving us home,” Andy said flatly.

“I’m fine to drive, I know the way like the back of my hand.”

“Be that as it may, you’re still plastered. Give me the keys, I’m driving us home.”

“Where the hell is home anyway?” she slurred as Andy carefully walked her to the car.

“Wherever you are,” he mumbled, opening the car door and helping her inside, before closing it softly.

Julia let those words roll around in her head, while Andy got himself situated in her car. “What the hell does that even mean?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he sighed as he started backing out.

“Oh, someone’s still upset because he thinks I’m trying to fuck Jaime.”

“I’m sorry about that, you know I am.”

“How am I supposed to know when you never actually said it?”

“Jules-”

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Today sucked and I just want to go to bed,” she huffed, crossing her arms.

Andy sighed in defeat and turned on her radio. This was their first fight and it was over something extremely stupid. Both of them were miserable the entire drive. When he got to her apartment complex he shut her car off and they both sat there in silence.

“You know I would never do anything to make you intentionally make you upset-”

“Then why did you say it?” Julia instantly snapped, turning all of her attention to him.

“I don’t...I don’t know,” Andy lied.

“Don’t lie to me. Your right ear flairs when you lie. Why did you say it? It was pretty fucking clear that I was uncomfortable.”

“I know and I just...I didn’t like seeing him that close to you. I don’t like seeing any guy that close to you.”

“No guy is ever that close to me, Andy. No guy except you.”

“Yeah, but I know other guys want to be that close to you and I know why they want to be that close to you. It just pissed me off and I snapped on you. I really am sorry,” he said sincerely, looking her in the eyes.

Julia couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol flowing through her system or the look he was giving her, but she suddenly felt very hot and her stomach felt like it was twisting into a million knots. “I need to get to bed,” she said softly unbuckling her seat belt.

“Give me a second and I’ll help you.”

“I don’t need-”

“Just let me help you. I have to get my car keys anyway,” Andy sighed, before unbuckling himself and getting out of the car.

Andy helped Julia up the steps and held her steady in the elevator, keeping one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder. She couldn’t help but get annoyed with the nerves she felt building up inside of her. She couldn’t figure out why she was feeling so strange. Andy had touched and held her a million times. Why was this night any different?

“Shit, I left my shoes at my parents house!” she snapped once they reached her apartment, finally realizing why her feet were so cold.

“I threw them in the backseat,” Andy laughed softly “I’ll bring them up before I leave.”

“Thank you,” Julia mumbled, pushing her way into her apartment. She suddenly became very aware of how alone they were. “You know, you can sleep here tonight. It’s late and-”

“No, you’re rightfully upset with me and I should go,” Andy sighed, searching around for the keys to his Audi.

“Andy...why does it make you so upset to see other guys so close to me?” Julia questioned, putting her keys and clutch on the kitchen counter.

Andy froze. “It just does.”

“There’s a reason for it though.”

“Cause you’re my friend. My best friend. I don’t want anyone hurting you or playing with your emotions.”

“And that’s why you got so upset about Jaime?” she questioned, slowly making her way over to him.

“Exactly. I remembered what you and Meg said about him from your childhood. He’s not good for you,” Andy breathed.

“There’s no other reason?” Julia asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Andy turned to face her and she saw a ton of emotions in his stare. Desire, anxiousness, love, and fear. He was so beautiful and it was taking the very last bit of her sanity to not kiss him. Unless...

“Julia, what do you want me to say?” Andy asked desperately.

“The truth. Tell me the truth.”

“You’re too drunk for the truth,” Andy scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Julia could feel her heart breaking. “Andy-”

“You need to get some sleep. It’s been a long day and you just need to sleep it off.”

“No I-”

“Please don’t do this. Please. You’re drunk and it’s late. Let’s just cut this off now and I’ll see you at work on Monday.”

“Fine, if that’s what you want. Fine,” Julia sobbed, before walking to her room and slamming the door shut.

She laid down on her bed and sobbed, burying herself under her blanket and covering her head with a pillow. She could faintly hear Andy saying something from the other side of her door, but she couldn’t make sense of any of it. She didn’t want to hear anything he had to say or see his face anyway. How could she have been so stupid? Why did she bother listening to Meg when she was that drunk? She was right to just ignore her feelings, cause the pain she felt was more than she could bear.

At some point, she heard apartment door close and that only made her cry harder. She forced herself to sleep, praying that the next day she would find that it was a bad dream. A horribly realistic bad dream.

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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“So fucking done with all the games you play. I ain’t no tic-tac-toe. Send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost.”

—do re mi | blackbear

Word Count: 1.1K Pariring: Sero Hanta X Reader Context: N/A Warnings: angst, explicit language, cheating, yall’s relationship is toxic asl

All characters are 21+

A/N: First and foremost...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY OFFICE STORE SUPPLY BACHATA DANCING KING SERO HANTA!!! He’s the sweetest baby boy who deserves the world!! So, to celebrate, I wrote a fic full of pure angst. Yay! No, but seriously, I didn’t think it’d get so sad. But those were the vibes of the song so I delivered as such. Grab a tissue and enjoy. Happy reading <3

Sero Hanta | do re mi

Sero loved you. He loved you with everything he had.

But he thinks he hates you just the same.

There was a time in his life where he thought you were his soulmate. Then, you showed yourself as a soul-tie. A tie that had knotted past the point of recovery, love and hate so entangled within your mess, that even he couldn’t tell the difference between them anymore.

He didn’t know where it started. One day, you two would come together like the sand and sea, different yet synonymous. Other days, it was a competition to see who would burn at the stake first.

Like now.

You shoved your way into the house and Sero willed himself not to slam the door shut behind him. It took a great deal to get him angry, but you pushed buttons he didn’t know he had.

Pissed didn’t even cover a fraction of what he was right now.

“What the hell, Y/N?” he seethed.

You rolled your eyes and stumbled into the kitchen for something to drink. You were going to need another shot for this one.

Sero followed you with haste. “Did you hear me, Y/N?”

“Leave me alone, Hanta. I’m not having this conversation with you,” you snapped.

Finding a bottle of tequila, you went to pour your drink before Sero grabbed your wrist and snatched the glass out of your hand, bottle set firmly on the countertop.

“What the fuck,” you glared.

“You think you need more to drink when I just found you drunk in a club after not hearing from you for four fucking days?” he asked, voice deep with indignation.

You whipped your wrist out of his grasp. “What are you, my dad?”

“No, but I am your husband,” he staunchly reminded. “And I’m worried about you.”

“So now you wanna be married? What happened to taking a break and giving ourselves space?” you spat.

“We were unhappy!”

“And who’s fault is that?”

He warningly pointed at you. “Don’t you dare blame me for what happened to us. You pushed me away.”

“I didn’t have a voice! Every time I had something to say, you gaslit me. You made me feel like I was going insane!”

“You always told me I was never enough! You made me feel like I was lesser.”

“So you had to go fuck your intern?”

“I didn’t fuck them!” he desperately exclaimed. “Why don’t you believe me!?”

There was a blank look in your eyes before your shoulders shook with giggles. You nearly bent over when you began to laugh at the incredulousness of it all. Sero watched you, thoroughly confused.

“You did it to get back at me for sleeping with Todoroki. You don’t have lie,” you shrugged. “I’m not even angry over you sleeping with them. It’s only fair.”

The lack of care in your eyes had set a switch off in Sero’s head. Suddenly, every fight, jab, and act of infidelity flooded his mind and his emotions flared. His sight was blinded by tears, rage and pain that exploded in an episode of fury before he could think otherwise.

“Fuck you,” he whispered before his voice rose an octave he’d never reached before. “Fuck you and all your hateful mind-fucking shit!! I’ve never done anything to you and all you do is make my life a living hell! You're a menace—"

“I didn’t even want to be married! I wasn’t ready!” you nearly screeched, venom searing your glare. “But you wanted me to be. Everybody did! Do you know how difficult it is being married to a top ten hero? To give up my freedom only to be scrutinized by millions of people that don’t even know me? All for being your glorified fuck buddy!!”

“Why didn’t you talk to me?!?”

“You wouldn’t listen!”

“So you tried to sabotage our marriage!?”

“Yes, so you could leave me the fuck alone!” you screamed.

A pregnant pause filtered between your heavy breathing. Then, Sero sneered at you with disgust and words that he would never say to his worst enemy spilled from his lips.

“You’re a crazy fucking bitch.”

You froze.

“I’m crazy?” you quietly said after a second. His response was a callous glare and you felt your hands start to shake.

“You said I’m crazy?” you repeated.

Suddenly, you took the bottle of tequila off the counter and threw it across the kitchen.

Sero jumped back from the sound of broken glass.

“What the hell, Y/N—!”

You stalked over to the cabinets and began throwing whatever you could get your hands on.

“I just told you that I’m suffocating in our relationship, and now I’m crazy!? If that’s how you wanna be, I’ll show you fucking crazy!”

A pot flew over the sink and another plate shattered upon impact. You went on a rampage, yelling about nothing yet howling about everything.

Your words were muddled between the screaming and cursing, incomprehensible to your audience yet they perfectly characterized the throbbing in your heart. It scared you being this vengeful, yet it was all you knew how to do.

Somewhere in the midst of your riot, Sero had resurfaced from his rage-induced blindness and watched you in horror. He flinched from every crash and dodged the flying pieces of silverware you flung at him, but he still moved towards you.

“Wait, Y/N, baby. I didn’t—”

But you wouldn’t hear it.

“NO! Fuck you!!”

Eventually, Sero was able to get within arm’s length. He skillfully grabbed you in his arms, forcing you to drop the pan in your hand.

“Get off! Get off of me!!” you struggled.

“Please just stop, Y/N!”

“No!”

“Just let me fix this—”

“Get away from me, you asshole!”

“Y/N—”

“You're the worst thing that’s ever happened to me—"

“WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!!?” he roared.

You stilled from his outburst, the man in front of you nearly unrecognizable. You watched as his jaw tensed, his mind working overtime to level his head again. There was a time when you’d be the one soothing the angry vein that appeared on his temple at times like this.

Instead, you looked him in his tired eyes before finally breaking down.

“I hate you,” you whispered and you dissolved into broken sobs.

Sero sighed before pulling you into his chest and letting his head rest on your shoulder.

Sero hated you. He really did. But, for some reason, he hated seeing you cry more. If he ever wanted to see you happy again, he’d have to leave you.

And he loved you just enough to do so.

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