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Fanfic Nath x OC : New beginnings (Part 8)

Part 7

Finally a new chapter and we return to Nath's POV.

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CHAPTER 7

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I had planned to have lunch at Armin’s place and stay there until the time Lilian finished work, but Castiel invited me to eat at his place. I could bet that Armin before go to work told him something.

Now, I was sitting on a chair while driking soda watching Castiel cooking. To my surprise, the food smelled absurdly good. Which was rare. Despite having lived alone his whole life, Castiel wasn’t exactly a great cook.

"So, chef, what do I owe this invitation to?" I asked, pretending I hadn’t figured it out.

"I missed you…" he replied sarcastically, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah because you love me right? Or maybe Armin told you to keep me company while he worked like if I was a fucking kid…"

Castiel chuckled with this comment.

"Touché… But it has been a while since we saw each other. So, are you going to tell me why you showed up out of nowhere last night at Armin’s place?" Castiel asked, not looking at me while stirring something in the pan.

"Aww, worried about me, are you?" I said with sarcasm and I could bet he rolled his eyes "But you probably already know. I fought with Marta and needed a quiet place to sleep."

"‘Quiet’, at Armin’s house? You must be more desperate than I thought." I laughed at that "But come on, tell me what happened."

"I refused sex after be working with that bastard Eric for eight hours. She made a scene and talked about my fucking past mistakes." I replied bluntly.

Castiel looked at me with that typical judgmental stare. Unlike Armin, he never softened the truth. But hey, that’s Castiel… He’s always been like that.

"Look, blondie, I won’t sugarcoat it. Marta helped me out a few times, yeah, but as someone who has been betrayed all his life I need to say this: Break up! She is toxic for you."

The redhead put the pan down on the table and sat across from me.

"Hope you like it. And if you don’t I fucking don't care, you will eat it anyway because I lost so much time in this shit." I laughed as I served myself.

I looked at the plate in front of me and… damn, it actually looked like something from a restaurant.

"If I die poisoned, punch Eric for me." I joked, taking a bite.

"Gladly!" he joked back.

It tasted good. Really good, actually. I frowned a bit, suspicious.

"Since when do you cook like this? Marie must really be a good teacher!"

"She really is! And when I have shows far from here I need to do my own food! Back when I was anonymous, I could eat in restaurants without people staring, but now not anymore."

"What a sad life you have!" I commented and we laughed

We ate in silence for a few minutes, the sound of cutlery the only thing breaking the weird mood.

"But going back to what we were talking… Marta has helped me so many times an-"

"Can you cut the crap already?" Castiel snapped, clearly out of patience "You don’t owe her a damn thing! How many times do we have to say it? Everyone keeps telling you the same thing over and over again!"

I stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring at my nearly empty plate. The taste of the food had already faded, replaced by that familiar knot in my stomach.

"It’s not that simple…" I muttered, looking away. "Despite everything, I still love her."

Castiel sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. He didn’t answer right away, and I was actually grateful for the silence. I didn’t want pity. Or a lecture. I just wanted… not to feel all this crap anymore.

But after a few seconds, he spoke again:

"Sometimes I think you're a masochist. Seriously. Do you like having problems? Do you hate peace and be quiet that much?

I sighed and rolled my eyes again.

Peace…

That feeling that never lasted long in my life. I could count on one hand the years I actually felt some peace. But yesterday, after so long, I felt it again. With the kittens and… Lilian.

I decided to shift the subject and lifted my gaze, like I hadn’t just been hit with a hard truth moments ago.

"Does Marie still work at Goldreamz?"

Castiel frowned, clearly caught off guard.

"Huh? Yeah, why?"

"What time does she return?"

I shoved a forkful of spaghetti into my mouth to avoid his gaze.

"It depends. Between four and five? Why so interested in my woman? Want be like your ex bestie?"

Castiel was clearly joking, and I laughed.

"Nothing. Forget it. I just wanted to change the subject." I lied, though not completely. I wanted to surprise Lilian.

Would it be weird to show up at the workplace of a friend I just met? I don’t think so. She seemed to like me walking her to that little park near her house. She even asked for my number because I was a cop (though Armin swore she had ulterior motives).

"NATHANIEL!" Castiel's shout snapped me out of my thoughts "Damn, I’ve been talking for a while and you looked hypnotized."

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something else… Uhm, what were you saying?" I asked, sipping on my soda.

No way I’m telling Castiel about Lilian. I didn’t even want Armin to know, but unfortunately, he saw her name on my phone. The redhead, however, was looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Damn it, Armin. I really hope he didn’t say anything about her…

"Who is she?"

Fuck! He did tell him!

Since when do those two talk this much? Is my life really that interesting to gossip about?

"What did that bastard tell you?" I asked bluntly, and Castiel just laughed at my reaction.

"Nothing. Just that you made a new friend…"

I sighed at that sarcastic tone.

I shook my head, trying to act indifferent.

"Yeah, but don’t get your hopes up. She’s just a friend, okay? I’m in a relationship, in case you didn’t notice! I met her yesterday and we kept in touch because, in case you forgot, men and women can be friends."

"Let’s see if you say that in a couple weeks…"

I chose to ignore that. Honestly, Castiel can be so irritating sometimes.

"I think Marie and Lilian finish work around the same time. I wanted to know if it’s time to pick her up and go for a coffee."

"Lilian?" he asked, raising his eyebrows even more "So her name’s Lilian?"

Shit… I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

Castiel crossed his arms and gave me a suspicious stare.

"Are you just friends? Have you never fucked or anything?"

"Fuck, no! She's not like that and she is just a friend! Forget about it, the days of being a player are in the past!"

"Okay! No need to get so defensive! Strangely enough, I believe you. I know your lying face."

I couldn’t help but find that funny. The guy who used to doubt me back in our teens trusts me more than my own girlfriend.

"It’s just that…" I sighed "She’s outside Marta’s social circle… It’s weird, but it’s nice to be with someone who doesn’t know anything about me, you know?"

"I get it." he said in a dragging tone. "And you're going to pick up this friend after work, all sweet and caring, huh?"

"Screw you." I laughed, shaking my head.

"Sure, blondie… I give it two months before you admit there’s something there."

I laughed it off, trying to brush away the weight of Castiel’s words. I instinctively reached into my pocket to check my phone, it hit me. Shit. I’d left it at Armin’s.

Fuck! I ran a hand through my hair, already imagining how many mensages Marta send to me. Also… without the phone, I couldn’t text Lilian or check if she’d messaged me. And for some reason, that thought bothered me more than Marta's calls.

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Fanfic Nath x OC : New beginnings (Part 7)

Part 6

A new part this time in a thrid person's POV. Probably the chapter that makes me most angry.

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CHAPTER 6

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At Cozy Bear, the warm atmosphere clashed with the restlessness burning inside Marta. For the fifth time that day, she called Nathaniel and for the fifth time, he didn’t answer.

Frustrated, she slammed her phone down on the counter, making the spoons stacked in a nearby jar clink. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure as curious glances briefly turned her way.

Further back, Eric watched the scene while Nina served him his usual coffee.

“What’s wrong with her?” he asked the younger girl quietly.

Nina shrugged, sneaking a glance in Marta’s direction.

“Probably the usual... a fight with Nathaniel. But this time it seems serious. He hasn’t picked up a single call.” She moved away to attend to another customer.

Eric took a slow sip of his coffee and, after a quiet sigh, walked over to the blue eyed girl with his cup still in hand.

“Marta...” he called in a calm tone. She looked up, forcing a weary smile.

“Trouble in paradise again?”

“Yeah…” she murmured, shrinking into the stool as if she wanted to disappear. “We had a bad fight. He left the house last night. Just sent a message saying he was sleeping at a friend’s.”

“Armin?” Eric guessed.

“Or Castiel… I don’t know.” Marta replied, staring at her hands with no real conviction.

Eric sat next to her and gently placed a hand over hers.

“Everything’s falling apart...” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes locked on his. “He used to be different. If I was even a little sad, he’d be right there. Now… Damn the moment I told him about us! I should’ve kept my mouth shut!”

“Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the best decision…” the man admitted with a heavy sigh. “That way you’d still be with him, and I’d still have my best friend.”

Marta looked at him, surprised by his honesty.

“Did you talk to him today?”

“No. We don't work today.”

“What?!” Her brows immediately furrowed. “And he didn’t tell me anything or at least come to see me?!”

“You know how Nath is when he’s upset… he shuts down and disappears into his own world.”

Her hand abruptly pulled away from his. Suddenly, she stood up with a determined look and walked over to Nina.

“Take care of everything, Nina. I need to go.” she said firmly.

Eric quickly paid for his coffee and ran after her, catching up just outside the café.

“Marta, wait!” he called, grabbing her arm.

“Leave me alone, Eric! I need to find him! Even if I have to search the whole damn city!”

“Calm down,” he said, trying to soothe her. “I’ll drive you. I know the places he usually goes.”

She hesitated. It felt like a bad idea. Nathaniel hated when she involved Eric, it made him insecure. But… he had left her hanging all day. She was tired of waiting, and something inside her screamed for revenge.

“Fine…” she finally said. “But only because I can’t waste any more time.”

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Eric’s car pulled up in front of the city gym. Marta got out quickly, her heart was racing and her mind boiling with anxiety and anger.

“Wait!” Eric called as he got out too. “Try to calm down! You don’t want to make a scene or make things worse!"

“You’re right, I don’t want to cause a scene…”

“Maybe I should wait here,” Eric suggested. “I’d rather not get punched if he’s inside.”

“No! You’re coming with me! Maybe that’ll teach him to answer his damn phone and stop acting like a damn child!”

The redhead stormed into the building without waiting for a reply. She glanced around quickly, but didn’t see him. Eric followed behind, a bit hesitant. He looked over at the boxing ring, but only saw a focused orange-haired girl with brown eyes practicing punches. It was Ayla, Kentin's girlfriend since high school. Someone she didn't get along with very well.

Both Eric and Marta headed toward the front desk where Kim, owner of the gym was.

As soon as she saw Marta, a smile formed on her lips. But when her eyes landed on Eric, her expression darkened instantly.

“Well, well…” Kim said, setting down her water “Are you lost Marta? This isn’t the motel where you take your little toy boy.”

“Eric and I are just friends, don’t get the wrong idea… I came to see if Nathaniel was here. He hasn’t answered my calls since yesterday. I thought maybe—”

“He’s not here. Unfortunately. I’d love to watch him smash your plaything’s teeth in and dump you for good,” Kim snapped, her tone sharp.

The red haired girl swallowed hard. She hated being judged for that one mistake.

“I’m not with Eric! He just came with me so I wouldn’t have to go looking for Nathaniel alone!”

“Oh, sure. Calling the ex-lover for help, what a great plan!” Kim said sarcastic while crossed her arms “Nathaniel’s my friend. And I’ll make sure he knows you’re stalking him with your ex-lover.”

Eric sighed, clearly uncomfortable. Kim turned to him.

“And you... enjoying the role of the rebound, huh? Gonna take her to the motel after this for some emotional support, just like your style. You’re just as disgusting as she is.”

“Kim…” Eric tried to explain, but she didn’t let him.

“Spare me the excuses. If you two came here just to put on a sad little show, feel free to turn right back around. Nathaniel’s not here and, even if he were, I’d hide him myself just so he wouldn’t have to see this pathetic scene.”

Marta felt her face flush with anger, but she didn’t answer. People at the gym were starting to sense the tension.

“Let’s go, Eric,” she said at last, turning her back without a word of thanks.

As Marta and Eric headed for the exit, Ayla, with her gloves slung over her shoulders, wiped the sweat from her forehead and approached, clearly having watched the entire scene from the ring.

“Well, well… look who it is,” Ayla said loudly enough for everyone to hear, a sarcastic smile on her lips. “The little slut!”

Marta stopped for a second, turning slowly.

“Don’t get involved, Ayla,” she said tensely.

“Oh, I will, darling.” Ayla crossed her arms, her body still buzzing from the adrenaline of training. “Because when someone screws over one of mine, I don’t stay quiet. I always knew you were a piece of shit! I remember how you treated Kentin back when he was just a nerd!”

Marta swallowed hard but didn’t back down.

“You don’t know what happened, Ayla. Nathaniel was distant, he didn’t understand my work, always acted like he was above everything, and—”

“No! Don’t try to justify your skank behavior, sweetheart! That’s no excuse for cheating! He didn’t understand you? Then break up and run to your lover! His only mistake was forgiving you!” Ayla took a step closer, her eyes locked on Marta. “Now you’re chasing after him like a victim, when you’re the one who spread your legs for his supost best friend” She cast a disgusted glance at Eric.

Eric let out an impatient huff.

“That’s enough! She and I are just friends, we’re not involved anymore!”

“Shut up, you traitor!” Ayla shot back, not even blinking. “If you had any decency, you’d have vanished from both their lives instead of sniffing around your best friend’s girlfriend like a dog.”

Marta turned on her heel, biting her lip to hold back tears and humiliation. She stormed out with Eric following behind, and just before they disappeared completely.

She en in the car, shaking with fury, and broke into sobs. Eric followed, with a worried face.

In the car, silence reigned, broken only by Marta’s sobs.

“I made one mistake…” her voice cracked through the sobs. “One damn mistake! It’s like everything we did to help him out of that shitty life he was living just disappeared!”

The black haired man looked at her but didn’t speak.

“That one mistake was enough to crucify me! Did you see how they treated me in there?” she went on, voice thick with emotion. “Kim, Ayla... and I not even counting the ones who weren’t there! Castiel, who used to be my friend, is distant now. And Armin basically cut ties with me! And the worst of them all... Nathaniel… He made so many mistakes too, Eric! So many times he ignored me at the university when I came back and tried to be his friend. He even provoked me once when I saw him with some whore on campus at night! And still, I agreed to date him again after the shits he made… and thanks to me, everyone gave him a second chance!”

She turned to Eric, eyes red and filled with pain.

“Why does he get forgiveness and not me, Eric? Why?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come with you… We might’ve avoided all this,” he said softly.

“That wouldn’t have mattered, Eric! The slightest slip and it would’ve ended the same! Nath’s friends are watching me like hawks, just waiting for me to mess up so they can run and tell him. And you know what? He’s going to hear about this, and we’ll fight again! I’ll be the villain again, and he’ll be the victim! I’m not the one who spent the night out!”

The man gently placed his hand on her leg.

She looked down at it. He leaned in a little and carefully wiped the tears from her cheek, his fingers brushing against her skin with tenderness.

“You’re not the villain, Marta…” he whispered. “You made mistakes. So did I. But that doesn’t erase everything you did for him…”

She let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders trembling.

“Feels like it does,” she muttered. “Nathaniel’s treated like some angel and I’m the heartless bitch!”

Eric leaned in closer, his eyes on hers.

“You’re not a bitch…” he said, and without asking, kissed the corner of her lips, then her cheek. “You’re the sweetest person I know. Always trying to help everyone.”

She shut her eyes tight for a second, as if that hurt more than comforted her. When she opened them, they were full of shame and sorrow.

“Stop, Eric…” she whispered. “Let’s not fall back into the same trap like we did three months ago... Especially not in front of the gym.”

Eric looked away and removed his hand, staring straight ahead.

“Sorry. But you know how I feel about you… I gave up my friendship with Nath for you... I’m crazy about you, Marta. And I know you feel something for me too.”

“I do. A lot…” she whispered bitterly. “I’d have fucked you right now... But I love Nathaniel.”

“Then where is Nathaniel now?” Eric said. “How do you know he’s not with someone else?”

Marta inhaled sharply, fists clenched.

“Nathaniel is crazy about me. No matter what bitch shows up, he always comes back to me. He did in college, he forgave what I did six months ago, and he’ll do it again. We’re meant for each other.”

“And what about us?” he asked, looking her straight in the eyes “I never stopped wanting you… I want you so badly…”

She looked at him, torn, as Eric gently stroked her leg again.

“Fuck, Eric…” she whispered. “You’re not making this easy.”

“Just tonight… Just one last time…” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips for a second.

Marta turned her face away, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising and falling fast. She felt dirty, loved and hated all at once.

“Take me home… Your home.”

Eric kissed her cheek gently, and started the car in silence. Marta stared out the window, feeling dirty, yet wanted and for now, that was enough.

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Fanfic Nath x OC : New beginnings (Part 6)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

New part this time in Lilian's POV!! And a new character appear, Marie Veilmont (Castiel's girlfriend/wife). Also Jason enters oficialy in the fanfic 🤭

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CHAPTER 5

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Will I see him again today?

I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the thought. Why did I suddenly think of him now?

Yesterday I met Nathaniel, a handsome man, but with such a sad look in his eyes. Still, there was something about him, something that pulled me in, like a soft magnet. A surprising curiosity, since it’s so rare for someone to catch my interest like that.

All I know is… I want to get to know him better. To find out more about him, what he likes, what makes him smile. Why does he seem so lonely and sad…

I sighed again, shaking my head to chase the thoughts away.

Focus, Lilian! Work now, daydreams later!

I opened the folder again with the files for the new event I was in charge of: a vow renewal celebration for a couple celebrating twenty years of marriage. Nothing too big, but full of romantic and delicate details. I was responsible for setting up the themed decor, the invitations, contacting the florist, the catering and picking the playlist.

Twenty years of love. I didn’t even know what that meant. How does someone stay with another person for 20 years?!

Imagine how many arguments they must’ve had…

My phone buzzed with a notification. I quickly grabbed it from beside the keyboard.

Sigh.

Spam…

I couldn’t help it and went back to yesterday’s messages. That message still made me nervous.

Nathaniel: "Yeah, I’m having dinner with a friend. Thanks for asking :) Did you get home okay too?"

I bit the inside of my cheek, hesitant. I hadn’t had the courage to reply.

God I am such a loser!

Why do I have to be such a coward? Why didn’t I just reply like a normal person? You know what… I’ll reply now!

Me: "Sorry, just saw your message now. ^^ Yeah, I got home safe! Are you going to our secret spot today?"

Wait—

Our spot?!

Are you crazy, Lilian?!

I panicked and deleted that part.

Me: "Sorry, just saw your message now. ^^ Yeah, I got home safe! I liked talking to you!"

No! He’ll think I’m flirting…

Me:"Sorry, just saw your message now. ^^ Yeah, I got home safe! Kisses"

"Kisses?! Ugh! Now he’ll totally think I’m bold! I just met him yesterday, I shouldn’t send kisses!" I muttered, deleting that too. "Why is it so hard to send a normal message?!"

"Because you're clearly overthinking it," said a male voice behind me.

I jumped and turn around. Jason Mendal, CEO of Goldreamz… My boss. Here...

I felt my face heat up under his judging stare. Oh my God… Of all people to catch me acting like a lovesick teenager it had to be my fucking boss?!

“M-Mr. Mendal! I was just…” I stuttered, quickly putting my phone screen down.

He raised an eyebrow, his serious eyes scanning me.

“You were just checking the catering’s Instagram, I imagine,” he said with irony, placing a thick folder on my desk.

I swallowed hard, lowering my gaze. He never raised his voice. He never needed to. That critical and always serious stare was more than enough to make anyone feel like they were being graded in a final exam.

“I… I really was working before that. The invitations are already ready!” I assured him, sitting up straighter.

“I hope you have end everything by the end of the day. Mrs. Marconi wants to see your ideas today.” he said in that stern tone “I just came to drop off the contract for q new client. Everything you need for next week’s event is in there. You’ll be working with Marie Veilmont.”

I nodded quickly, grabbing the folder, not too thrilled to work in a team especially with Marie. It’s not that I dislike her, but she’s practically a celebrity. She’s married to Castiel Veilmont, lead singer of the famous rock band Crowstorm. I admit I don’t really listen to them I’m more into pop. Marie drew all the attention to herself and to those around her, and I didn’t want any of it on me.

“Right, thank you.”

Jason hesitated for a second before walking off. But then he stopped and looked at me again with those blue eyes that looked like sapphires.

“Just an advice… Men like confident women. Try being bolder and just send the message already.” he said with a smirk before walking off down the Goldreamz hallway.

I stood there stunned.

He smiled at me?

It was rare to see Mr. Mendal smile.

Well... A teasing smile, but still a smile.

At the same time… I had never felt so humiliated. My boss saw my messages with Nathaniel…

I placed my hand over my chest. Part of me wanted to bury my face in the keyboard from embarrassment, and the other part was surprised by Mr. Mendal's almost… kind touch. It’s not every day your strict boss gives you dating advice. Or maybe he just was teasing me...

“Okay… I really need to send this message before I completely freak out,” I murmured to myself, cheeks still burning, staring at my phone again.

I picked it up and unlocked it. Nathaniel’s message was still open.

"Just an advice… Men like confident women. Try being bolder and just send the message already!"

I took a deep breath and rewrite the message with my boss's advice.

Me: "Sorry I didn’t reply earlier. I got home safe. Hope you have a great day!"

“1…2…3... Go!" I sent the message and smiled nervously, quickly putting the phone down again.

My heart was pounding. I stayed some time trying to calm down.

It’s done!! Now I just have to wait!

I take another deep breat looked for some seconds for the pc. I was about to go back to work, but my phone buzzed again. I grabbed it right away. It was him! He replied so fast!

Nathaniel: "No worries! Hope you have a great day too! Are you going to see the kitten today?"

My face heated up again. Did he want to see me?!

Once more, I followed Mr. Mendal’s advice and quickly typed out a “Yes” and hit send before I could change my mind. My cheeks were on fire again.

Before I could even return to my computer screen, I heard hurried steps and muffled voices approaching.

"I swear on my kids, I saw it!" Danica whispered, stopping next to my desk with wide eyes.

Marie followed right behind, a mischievous smile on her face as she looked at me.

"The cold CEO Jason Mendal smiled at our shy little girl!" she said as if reporting breaking news.

"How did you pull that off, Lilian?" Marie asked.

I nearly choked on my own saliva. This had to be International "Embarrass Lilian" Day.

"S-Smiled? I didn’t even notice…" I lied, looking away and pretending to focus on my work.

Danica leaned against my desk, giving me that 'come on, spill it' look.

"He was definitely smiling, girl! At you! Do you have any idea what that means?!" she whispered with excitement. "Guess he's not gay after all!"

"I’ve worked here for three years and I’ve never seen that man smile…" Marie added.

"Maybe he's just having a good day…" I mumbled, trying to come up with any excuse.

Marie crossed her arms, analyzing me like I was a puzzle she was dying to solve.

"Please, Lilian… Jason will only be in a good mood once he destroy Devenementiel." Danica said it.

"Agreed… Jason Mendal is many things, but spontaneous is not one of them. Something made him smile. Something you said or did. And we want to know what it was." Marie said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I looked at the two of them and then at my phone, screen down on the desk. No way I was telling them anything about Nathaniel or the embarrassing moment I’d had with our boss.

"It was nothing… Just… a conversation. About work." I tried to say, but my voice betrayed me, coming out high-pitched and shaky.

"A work conversation that made him smile? What, did you come up with a way to destroy Devon Okere?" Danica asked sarcastically.

Marie exchanged a knowing look with her and turned back to me.

"Who would've thought… You and the boss… I’m proud of our little one!" Marie ruffled my hair like I was a kid (we were the same age…).

Honestly, those two came up with more stories than I did and I am a writter in my spare time. Still, I couldn’t help but find it funny. As if a man like him would notice someone like me. But hey… better they think that than know he was teasing me.

"It’s not like that…" I blurted out, waving my hands. "He just… gave me a bit of advice… Something thay he noticed… about work."

They didn’t look convinced, but let it go. Danica winked at me.

"Okay, but if he shows up smiling again, we’re going to want to hear that advice that he give!" Marie said playfully.

I sighed, still a bit shy. Between the message I sent Nathaniel, my boss’s rare smile, and the girls’ wild speculations… my heart was in overdrive.

My phone buzzed again. Another message from Nathaniel.

Nathaniel: "See you there then! :)"

I couldn’t help but smile.

"Did the boss just text you?!" Danica asked, coming closer, but I quickly locked my phone.

"Of course not!! It’s just a friend!!" I couldn’t believe I said that. A boy that I meet!"

"A boy?!" they both said in unison.

"Danica… Marie…" we heard Jason’s voice in the distance. "Let Lilian work and get back to your own tasks. Now."

Danica and Marie rolled their eyes but obeyed, slowly walking away with mischievous grins, like they’d just witnessed a real-life romcom.

I sat there, hands in my lap, heart still racing and cheeks warm. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the thought in my head.

Jason, Nathaniel, Danica, and Marie… It was like the universe had decided to press every anxiety button I had all at once. I’d socialized more today than I usually do in a whole week! But in the middle of the chaos, a part of me felt… happy.

I smiled slightly, looking down at the locked phone in my hand. "See you there then!" he had said.

Maybe… maybe today it will be a good day!

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Fanfic Nath x OC : New beginnings (Part 5)

Part 1 Part2 Part3 Part4

It took me a few days but it's finally here the part 5 again in Nath's POV ^^

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CHAPTER 4

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The sky was already completely dark when I decided to text Armin. I sent a simple "You home?" and not even five minutes later, he replied: "Of course, bro. You know this is your second home! Come over, I’ve got pizza, beer and video games 😎."

I smiled to myself. No matter how many years go by, Armin never changes. He was one of the few real friend that I had. He always told me the truth when I needed to hear it, and somehow still managed to make me laugh. It’s like he had this gift of turning chaos... into something bearable. If only I’d had him around during my university years maybe I wouldn’t have messed up so badly. Or at least I not be so lonely at that time.

I got to his place around 7:30 p.m. Armin greeted me with his tipical smile.

“Well, look who it is... My favorite cop!” he joked “Come in. I ordered pizza for us! Okay... Technically I ordered it for me, but there’s enough for both of us.”

I chuckled as I stepped inside, immediately hit by the smell of fresh pizza. It was crazy how this place made me feel more at peace than my own home.

We headed to the kitchen.

“Aren’t you gonna ask how I’m doing?” — I muttered, half-sarcastic as I take off my jacket and put it onto a chair.

“I can tell just by looking at you, Nath.” he said, giving me a friendly pat on the back “So? What did Marta do this time?”

“We fought…” I sighed, and sit in the chair

"Why I am not surprised?" he asked with a sarcastic voice "What happend?"

“You know Mike’s sick, right? And now I have to work directly with Eric for a while.”

“Yeah, the gossip travels fast at our work!”

“Right...” I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the frustration appear again “Just seeing that bastard makes me wanna punch him until I’m too tired to move. Today I spent eight hours next to him. Eight! And when I finally got home, exhausted, all Marta wanted was sex.”

I paused, swallowing hard.

“I told her that I wasn’t in the mood. She got furious. We argued. And she threw some of mine my past mistakes at my face.”

Armin went quiet for a moment. Then he got up, grabbed two beers from the fridge, and handed me one.

“Eat something. You must be starving.” he said as he opened the pizza box.

“I didnn't eat anything since my lunch pause...” I agreed, grabbing a slide of pizza while he did the same.

“You did the right thing leaving. Things will feel a bit lighter tomorrow.”

“Do you think... deep down, she really believes I haven’t changed? That I’m still that same womanizer I used to be?”

Armin set his beer down, his expression shifting to something more serious.

“If she truly believed that, Nath, she wouldn’t have taken you back during the uni. But you know what I think?” he grab his beer and looked at me “She’s projecting the guilt she feels for cheating on you. Trying to justify her own crap.”

“I’m just tired, Armin. Tired of fighting. But even so... I don't have the corage to let her go. She saved me from my abusive father, also in the uni she was the only one who talked to me normaly. Marta take me out of the darkness so many times! She accepted me with all my flaws...”

“And how many times has she dragged you right back into that same darkness?” he shot back, his tone sharper now “Get out of that mess, Nath! You don’t owe her anything! I’ve been telling you this from day one and you know I’m right.”

“You don’t get it!” I snapped, frustrated, dropping the slice back in the box “I’m still in love with her! I don’t want to let her go... I don’t want to see her in someone else’s arms... In Eric's arms...”

Armin didn’t reply right away. He just looked at me, more composed now. Then, in a calm but piercing tone, he said:

— “If you love her… then why are you so scared? Why do you panic at the thought of her getting close to Eric again? Love should come with trust. If you love her why you are tired?”

I went silent. I had no answer to that.

“Look, Nath,” Armin continued, gentler this time “I’m not here to tell you what you feel. But open your eyes, man. What you two have... it’s not making you happy. You’re always on edge, always feeling guilty. Always trying to make up for things she shouldn’t even have the nerve to throw in your face. What she did today was abuse!"

“Don’t be dramatic. All couples fight or say hurtful things sometimes.”

He exhaled slowly.

“Real love doesn’t hurt like that. It doesn’t make you question yourself every day. It doesn’t chain you to guilt and obligation.”

I lowered my head. His words echoed inside me, but some part of me stubbornly clung to the past like letting go would mean betraying the memory of our love.

Trying to lighten the mood, I shifted the conversation.

“You’re getting too serious, Armin.” I forced a smile and picked up my pizza again. “Didn’t think someone without a girlfriend could get so deep about love!"

He rolled his eyes.

“That’s how you thank me for my wisdom? And for your information, single people give the best love advice!”

That’s when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I grabbed it, slightly annoyed, thinking it was Marta. But when I checked the screen, I saw a message from an unknown number.

“Is it her?” Armin asked.

“Nah... Just an unknown number.”

I opened the message, and immediately smiled.

? - “Did you get home okay?”

? - “I am Lilian that girl that you meet some time ago”

I was surprised she texted so soon. I quickly replied.

"Yeah, I’m having dinner with a friend. Thanks for checking :) Did you get home safe too?"

“Who’s Lilian?”

I instinctively pulled away, nearly dropping the phone as I locked it quickly.

“Damn it, Armin?! Ever heard of privacy?!”

He leaned back with a mischievous grin.

“Don’t tell me you’re back to your old habits...”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling too.

“It’s not like that! She’s just a girl I met today.” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral so he wouldn’t start teasing me.

“Just a girl? And what was that smile when you read her message, huh?” Armin teased, mimicking my smile “Come on… Tell your friend here when did you meet her!”

“After my fight with Marta… I was planing to feed some stray cats in the same spot I used to go as a teenager. She was in that place, we talked a bit, I walked her home, and she asked for my number…”

“She asked you for your number? Sounds like you’ve got a new admirer...”

“Don’t start. She only asked because I’m a cop,” I muttered “She wanted to have it just in case something happened.”

Armin burst out laughing.

“Oh Nath…” he said between laughs, patting my back “She was probably shy and came up with that excuse so she didn’t have to ask directly!”

My heart skipped a beat. Truth is, that thought had crossed my mind… but hearing Armin say it with such certainty made the possibility feel even more real. Still, I have my doubts.

“She didn’t seem interested like that.” I murmured, staring down at my beer “If I’d felt that... I would’ve said no. I’m still with Marta, despite everything.”

Armin gave me a more serious look.

“What about you? Did you feel anything?”

“No. I’m in a relationship, you know that... I just… felt at peace with her. Most people I know are somehow tied to Marta. But Lilian… she doesn’t even know who Marta is. She doesn’t know my past. She didn’t judged me or expect anything from me. We just… talked. We laughed. It felt... good.”

I looked back down at my phone. Lilian hadn’t replied yet. But the fact she’d texted me… it makes me feel nervous and happy.

Armin leaned back on his chair, finishing his slice of pizza before glancing at me with a smile.

"You need to get your head out of that mess, Nath. Lucky for you, Dr. Armin's got the perfect therapy!"

I raised an eyebrow, already suspicious.

"Resident Evil, bro. The enemies are easier to deal with than women and toxic relationships!"

I followed him with a smirk.

"The best therapy uh?"

"And free" he said, smirking too "It’ll shut your brain up for a while."

We played some hours together, but I couldn't help looking at the screen of my phone, waiting for a response from Lilian.

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[bluelily0728]

Nathaniel in Jason's outfit, I want to eat him 🤭

[bluelily0728]

Fanfic Nath x OC : New beginnings (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Here we go part 4 return to Nath's POV <3

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CHAPTER 3

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POV NATH

Before I realized it, I was talking about some adventures I’d had in this place back in high school time.

I remembered the time I hid a sick, kitten without mom in the delegate’s room. He had a fever, and the vet I took him to said he needed a warm, dry place. I spent the entire day working in paperwork the principal loved so much and taking care for the kitten. He got better quickly, but I couldn’t bring myself to send him back to the streets… He was already used to me, so I hid him in the school’s basement. A few teachers found him months later, but luckily I didn’t get punished.

“What happened to him? Did you bring the kitten back here? Did you adopt him?” Lilian asked, looking at me with curiosity.

“One of the teachers felt sorry for him and adopted him. I couldn’t at the time my parents didn’t allow pets. Also my dad was allergic.”

The cold wind played with her hair, messing up her curls in a way that I found beautiful.

Being here with her, so innocent, sitting there surrounded by kittens, made me forget the whole world for a moment also forget all the problems that had been haunting me lately.

I scattered another handful of food and played with one of the kittens by my side.

“Later, when I started living alone, I adopted a cat,” I said. “Blanche. It was love at first sight at the pet shop! She’s really sweet and protective of me, but she can be kind of bossy too.”

“Why didn’t you adopt one of the street kittens back then?” she asked, tilting her head to the side with that curious look I was starting to notice she had. I smiled to myself.

“I wanted to... really, I did. But these kittens are so used to their freedom... I thought maybe it would be selfish of me to take them away from what they know just to fill my own emptiness.”

Lilian went quiet for a moment, taking in my words. Then she smiled softly.

“That’s... beautiful,” she murmured. “Most people wouldn’t think that way. I admit I didn’t at the begin.”

“Still, I made sure to help them even after adopting Blanche.”

Despite being shy at first, Lilian began to open up more. She told me about her cat, Luna a fluffy white cat who loved sleeping on her lap and Simba, a light brown puppy she described as a little ball of energy, always trying to steal socks and chasing his own tail.

She showed me photos of them on her phone, and even though I was never much of a dog person, I kind of melted seeing the way she talked about them, the way her eyes lit up and how real her affection was. I didn’t have the heart to admit I wasn’t that into dogs. Her love for animals was too pure to ruin with an unnecessary opinion.

“And you? Do you have pictures of Blanche too, or is it classified information?” she joked.

“Of course! I wouldn’t be a good cat dad if I didn’t,” I replied with a smile, reaching into the pocket of my jacket to grab my phone.

But as soon as I touched it, the screen lit up with the name I least wanted to see right now: Marta.

I sigh.

The phone was on silent, but seeing that name glowing on the screen was enough to ruin the peace I had been feeling. I ended the call without thinking too much. I was about to open my gallery, but it buzzed again. I sighed and put it on airplane mode.

I didn’t want to talk to her. Not now and not here.

Lilian seemed to notice.

“Was it... someone important?” she asked hesitantly, her eyes searching my face.

I looked up and met her gaze big, curious eyes, but with a certain shyness that showed she wasn’t trying to invade my privacy.

“Someone I don’t want to talk to,” I answered quietly, with a bluntness that wasn’t meant for her it was just the weight of everything I carried.

She didn’t push. Instead, she calmly stroked the gray kitten in her lap, respecting my silence. That gentleness and respect for others’ space is rare. I could tell she was curious, but even so, she didn’t try convince me for tell her everything.

I ended up showing her photos of Blanche. Lilian laughed at a few of the cat’s silly poses, especially one where she tried to squeeze into a ridiculously tiny box.

The sky was starting to darken, and the wind was turning colder. I noticed Lilian was cold.

“It’s getting dark…” I murmured, glancing up.

She did the same.

“Hope it doesn’t rain... The sky’s so cloudy.”

“Let’s head back,” I said, standing up and offering her my hand to help her to stand up “It’s getting cold. I’ll walk you home.”

She looked at me… then at my hand. She was deciding whether or not to trust me.

She was cautious not naive like she seemed.

I chuckled softly and pulled out my police badge from my inner jacket pocket, showing it to her with a playful expression.

“Does this help you to trust me?”

Her eyes widened a little in surprise. I put the badge away and extended my hand again, once more waiting for her choice.

After a few seconds, she finally took it.

“You can walk me to the park. My house is nearby,” she said gently.

Our touch was brief. Her hand was soft, and honestly, a slight shiver ran through me. I quickly let go, trying to play it cool. She dusted off her pants, and I did the same, then shoved my hands into my pockets as I studied her face.

Then I quickly looked away.

Even if I was angry with Marta, we were still together. I shouldn't be looking at another woman.

(...)

We walked through the empty streets, side by side. I matched my pace to hers without even thinking, and every now and then, our arms would lightly brush. Sometimes, I noticed her gaze lingering on me. But whenever I turned my head, she would quickly look away, pretending to study the ground or the façades of the houses.

In the comfortable silence that had settled between us, she began telling me a bit more about her life. She talked about her job at Goldreamz, a company that organized parties and events.

“Sometimes it’s a bit much dealing with demanding clients, and my boss isn’t exactly a sweetheart either,” she said and I chuckle with this comment “but overall, I think it’s fun. The most fun part is to plan everything”

“Must be more fun than sitting around listening to complaints all day!” I said with a chuckle.

“What’s your police routine like?” she asked curiously.

“It depends on the day. Some moments are really tense, like when I have to go undercover… Others are just boring…” like working with your ex-best friend, though obviously I didn’t say that part out loud. “And then there are the weird ones.”

She raised a brow, intrigued.

“One time,” I began, “I had to respond to a complaint from a Chinese tourist. The guy barely spoke French not even English! And I don’t speak Chinese, of course.”

“So how did you handle it?” she asked, amused.

“We had to use the phone translator. It was a mess. He’d say one thing, and the app would understand something completely different. At one point, we thought he’d lost his wife… or maybe his dog, or cat, because he was sobbing uncontrollably. But in the end, what had actually been stolen was a handheld vacuum cleaner he’d bought the day before with a special discount.”

Lilian’s eyes widened in surprise before she burst out laughing.

“A vacuum?!”

“Yeah!” I laughed too, shaking my head. “And he was heartbroken! Said it was a limited edition! Spoiler: it wasn’t. I’ve seen fewer tears at some crime scenes.”

Lilian laughed again but quickly covered her mouth to muffle the sound. That laugh… it was soft, and light.

“Poor guy…” she murmured between giggles.

“Yeah, poor guy. But we did end up helping him. It just took two hours and about twenty failed translation attempts,” I said, chuckling.

The conversation flowed on, easy like the breeze that night. She genuinely seemed interested in my stories.

When we finally reached the park, we stopped.

“This is it,” she said, pausing by a gate of the park “Thanks for walking with me. The rest of the way is safe, you can head back from here.”

I nodded with a small smile. She looked like she wanted to say something more, but she didn’t said anything else.

“Sure. I’ll see you around, then…”

She nodded and turned, walking toward the building. But then, she paused. She turned back to me, those big green eyes meeting mine.

“Um… Nathaniel?”

“Yes?”

Her eyes dropped for a second, then lifted slowly to meet mine again. She looked nervous.

“It’s just that… maybe… it’d be safer if… if I had your number. I mean, in case something happens… or if I see anything strange. It’s always good to have a police officer’s number, right?” she said quickly, almost shrinking into herself with embarrassment.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“Of course. Safety first, right?” I said, pulling out my phone. “Give me your your phone I’ll write.”

She blushed even more, fumbling nervously with her phone, almost dropping it. I typed in the number and handed it back with a slight smile.

“Now you can call me whenever you need to.”

She gave me a shy smile and a nod before finally stepping through the garden gate.

But as I watched her go in, I hesitated. Something inside me said not to leave just yet.

Just to be sure, I told myself.

I followed a few steps behind, quietly, sticking to the shadows along the sidewalk, keeping my distance. She walked slowly and her posture seemed a bit nervous. Or maybe afraid of walking alone?

Only when I saw her step into the building and the hallway light come on did I breathe in relief.

She was safe.

I stayed there for a few more seconds, hands in my pockets, eyes fixed on the closed door. That was her place.

Then I turned and started walking back.

I look at the hours... It is early... I decided to go see Armin and ask if he would let me sleep at his house. I don't want to have another fight with Marta, at least not today. But I send a message to her first to let her know that I won't be sleeping at home.

[bluelily0728]

Fanfic Nath x OC : New beginnings (Part 3)

Here's the third part and I finally came up with a name for the story!! I decided to make this part Lilian's POV. I wanted her to be a character quite the opposite of Marta, more introverted and inexperienced in romance (I based this part of romantic inexperience on Yor from Spy Family). I also couldn't resist putting her working at Goldreamz because I love Jason so much XD (And I plan to write another story with him as the protagonist)

Part 1 Part 2

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CHAPTER 2

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Since I was a kid, I’ve always been a lonely person. Partly because my parents were always busy working, and, being an only child, I learned early on how to be my own best company.

At school, it was the same story. I was always that classmate who was there, but barely anyone noticed. Partly because of my shyness, partly because I would end up isolating myself. Some thought I was just a cold and unfriendly girl, others figured out that I was just… different. A background character among so many main characters.

The few friendships I made (and I could count them on one hand) almost always ended the same way: either with a betrayal of trust or by simply being forgotten. Every time the classes changed, I was left behind, easily replaced by someone louder and more outgoing.

As for my love life… well, that part was even simpler.

I never felt that desperate urgency everyone seems to have about falling in love. I never really fell in love. I didn’t even want to. Sometimes, I wonder if there was something wrong with me… but deep down, I knew there wasn’t.

Today, I still live with my parents and we’re very close. It's one of the pure bits of happiness in my life, and I truly recognize how lucky I am. At work, I’m lucky too, I work at Goldreamz, an event planning company (the best in town, according to my boss Jason Mendal) so I don't have problems with money (I am not rich either).

In my free time, I write… or, well, tried to write, until the writer’s block settled in about six months ago…

The truth is, day after day, I watch life happen all around me: loves blooming, friendships growing, stories unfolding like the pages of the books I try to write.

And there I am, either reading or trying to write.

A background character in a world full of protagonists.

Not that I hate my life, far from it. Actually, part of me is even proud of never having gone through one of those love stories that end in complete disaster!

But sometimes… just sometimes... I wonder what it would be like to be the main character.

What would it feel like to be the protagonist, even if only for just a moment?

“Lilian!” Danica’s cheerful voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I hadn’t even noticed her and Spencer sitting down near me. They were my coworkers and usually chatted with me now and then, especially during lunch breaks like this one. I smiled softly, more out of politeness than actual enthusiasm.

“You’re the quiet one who notices all the little details...” Danica said dramatically. “Our dear boss Jason… Besides being totally handsome and totally drool-worthy, I’m starting to think he might be gay. I wanted your opinion. I mean, the guy lives for his revenge plot against Devon!! That’s obsession right there!”

I widened my eyes a bit, surprised by her bluntness, but couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Spencer, who looked way more interested in his phone than in the conversation, lifted his eyes just enough to say in his usual dry tone:

“Or maybe he just has priorities. Not everyone needs to be desperately chasing after a romance.”

“True...” I said. It felt good to hear someone else who preferred peace over jumping into messy relationships. “And isn’t he kind of interested in Ysaline? The new girl from Devenementiel?”

Danica laughed.

“He’s trying, but she’s way more into Thomas than our CEO.” — I had no idea who Thomas was. I only knew Ysaline and Devon from hearing Danica gossip about our boss’s life and her old coworkers at Devenementiel.

“You shouldn’t be gossiping about the boss... If he hears you, you’ll get yourself fired. You know how grumpy he is,” Spencer pointed out, and I nodded along. Jason might be good-looking, but he was a pretty strict boss and had no patience for people talking behind his back.

“You guys are so serious! Guess I’m the only dreamer around here today! But okay! Enought about our sexy boss... Speaking of dating, Lilian!” Danica suddenly turned to me, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Are you seeing anyone? You hardly ever talk about yourself!”

The fork slipped from my fingers and clinked awkwardly against the plate, making a loud little noise. I immediately blushed and lowered my eyes to my rice, wishing I could just disappear into the plate. Ugh… Here we go again, being judged for being single! It wasn’t exactly shame I felt. It was more… that bitter feeling of being different, out of sync with everyone else.

“N-no...” I said, gripping the fork tightly. “I’ve... never dated.”

The silence that followed felt deafening.

Why didn't I lie??

Danica blinked, clearly surprised, but quickly shrugged and smiled warmly:

“Ohhh! You’re just waiting for the right person, aren’t you?”

“Maybe…” I mumbled, mostly to move the conversation along.

“I’ve never dated either,” Spencer chimed in, probably trying to make me feel less awkward.

I gave him a small, grateful smile.

“Yeah, but with you, that’s hardly shocking,” Danica teased, rolling her eyes. Spencer looked mock-offended, and I let out a small laugh.

(...)

The clock tower struck 5:30 in the afternoon.

It was that time of day when the sun began to set, although the days were slowly starting to stretch longer. The cold was beginning to creep in too, but luckily, I had my warm coat wrapped around me. I wandered through the streets without much urgency, taking in the world around me. I saw couples holding hands, groups of friends laughing loudly, children playing.

Little moments of life that I could only admire from afar.

Sudently I felt something bump against my leg. A small white kitten with light brown patches was rubbing its head against me. It was skinny, its fur a bit messy, and it had striking orange-tinted eyes.

I knelt down and gently petted it. It meowed at me and pulled away slightly for a second, I had the strange sensation that it was calling me, or maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me again.

I hesitated for a moment.

The kitten turned slowly and walked a few steps ahead, then looked back at me, as if asking, "Well? Are you coming or not?"

I smiled, feeling my heart warm in a way I hadn't felt in a long time, and decided to follow it. Who knows, maybe it would even spark an idea for a new story?

It didn’t walk very far. It led me to a vacant lot near a high school , my old high school, to be exact.

Also a place I didn't exactly feel nostalgic about...

My little guide stopped next to a small group of kittens, looking back at me as if to say, "We’ve arrived." I knelt down again, reaching out my fingers. One of the kittens sniffed them before curling up against my hand, purring softly.

“You brought me here for food, didn’t you?” I murmured, speaking to the kitten that had led me there. But it quickly trotted off, probably in search of someone else carrying something more substantial than leftovers. I looked around and sighed.

“Let’s see what I can find for you guys...”

Luckily, I still had some scraps from my lunch — a piece of bread and a few strips of chicken. I tore them into tiny pieces and scattered them on the ground, watching with a fond smile as the kittens eagerly devoured everything with real, honest hunger.

“Sadly, that's all I’ve got…” I said in a sad tone, stroking an orange kitten that had come up to nuzzle against my hand, purring “But I’ll come back tomorrow. I promise!"

I spent a little more time there, simply playing with them. A meow here, a paw reaching for my fingers. I wish I can take them with me... But I can't.

Sudently I heard a snap of a branch breaking under someone's weight.

I tensed slightly, alert. A shadow approached. My heart jumped in my chest.

I turned slowly and there was a blond guy, standing a few meters away, looking at me.

He didn’t seem threatening.

He took a few slow steps forward, carrying a small bag of cat food in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

His blond hair was a little messy from the wind, and there was something about his expression... a kind of melancholy that made me lower my guard almost instantly. I gave him a timid smile.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, time itself seemed to freeze.

His eyes were light, a soft honey color, but filled with a deep, unmistakable sadness.

I sat there awkwardly, absentmindedly stroking a gray kitten, not sure what to do.

He moved closer, slowly, and knelt down beside me without saying a word, scattering some of the food near the playful kittens still milling around us.

The air filled with little, happy meows.

“Do you come here often to feed them?” I asked in a low voice, almost afraid to break the magic of the moment.

But I knew I had to say something.

He looked at me and gave me a small smile sad, but real. Up close, he was even more handsome, and I noticed a small scar near his mouth. I couldn't help but wonder how he got it...

“It’s been a while since I last came here,” he said, his voice soft and steady “But I plan to come more often.” For some reason, those words made my heart beat faster “What about you?”

“I just needed to clear my head… and somehow ended up here,” I replied, quickly looking away, focusing instead on the gray kitten now playing with my shoelaces.

“Seems like we had the same idea then...”

We fell into a comfortable silence. Not the kind of awkward silence I was so used to when talking to people. It was different.

The wind blew softly again, playing with my curls and his hair as well. Without thinking, I let out a small smile.

“I’m Nathaniel,” he said finally, his voice even softer than I expected.

“Lilian,” I replied, feeling my heart skip a beat again.

He nodded slowly, still wearing that discreet, almost hidden smile.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he murmured.

I lowered my gaze, trying (and failing) to hide how flustered I was, but the truth was...

I felt strangely good around this stranger.

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Now the romance between these two officially begins!! 💖

[bluelily0728]

Fanfic Nathaniel x Original OC (Part 2)

Part 1

Here the part 2 of this fanfic!! Again in the POV Nathaniel

(I really need to put a name in this fic)

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CHAPTER 1

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I enter tired in my house. My shoulders ached, my back was killing me I just want a bath, eat something and go sleep. As I stepped in and flicked on the light, I was greeted by my cat Blanche that rubs her head against my legs. I take her up, stroking her head.

“Hi my princess…” I murmured, kissing the top of her head. She let out a quiet meow and licked my cheek, like she could feel the weight that I was carrying. Maybe she did, deep down.

Marta’s keys were on the table, her coat tossed lazily over the back of a chair.

I heard the shower running. She was in the bath.

Some months ago, that sound would’ve drawn me to her like a moth to flame, but not now... not tonight.

Tonight, I wasn’t in the mood. I’d just finished a long shift with Eric (he was covering for my new partner who’d gotten sick) and I had zero patience for sex today. I sank onto the couch with Blanche curled on my lap.

It’s been six months since Marta and I decided to try again. Six months since my world fell apart again, since the night I let myself fall into her arms again, even though my heart was still in pieces.

The first few weeks were calm. We simply avoided talking about what had happened. Like that betrayal had never existed.

But peace never lasts…

I still remember our first fight after that. And, obviously, it was because of Eric.

Just one month after that horrible day. There he was again, at Cozy Bear, sitting at a table like nothing had happened, sipping on his usual coffee and talking with Marta like he hadn’t been the cause of the worst heartbreak of my life.

I asked Marta to don't acept him in her work. To not let him get so close again. To understand that see him with her hurts me. But it only took that words to make her cry.

“You don’t trust me? I trusted you at your lowest, Nathaniel!!” she shouted with her voice shaking.

What I do after? I went silent...

I couldn’t say a word.

Yes, I had slept with many girls before, but I never cheated when we were together. Never kissed another person while I was hers.

I should’ve said that. But I froze. I just… couldn’t. I was weak...

All I wanted was for it all to stop. To go back in time. Back to before she met Eric.

God, I wish I’d left this damn city…

Somehow, though, we found a fragile kind of balance again. The arguments stoped. I started smiling more often, even managed to hold her again but always with caution, like holding something that could vanish at any second. There were days I could fool myself, think everything was fine. But all it took was see Eric at the Cozy Bear to the fear return.

Every day I live with fear.

Fear of walking through that door and hearing Eric’s voice echoing in our home. Fear of finding them together in our bed, like some endless nightmare. Fear of hearing her say, “I’m done… I love Eric.” Fear of coming home and finding nothing left of her. No keys. No coat. No scent.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Marta...

I hadn’t even heard her coming. Her hair was wet, she was wrapped in a white towel clinging to her curves. Bare shoulders, the outline of her breasts visible beneath the towel, legs exposed halfway up her thighs. She knew exactly how her body affected me.

“Welcome home…” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

The moment Blanch saw her, she left my lap and go away. She don't support Marta, not like in the old times.

Marta climbed into my lap and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes. It felt good. Her touch always did. But… it wasn’t enough.

Her hands slid down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt.

“You’re so tense, babe… Let me take care of you,” she murmured, lips brushing against mine in a gentle kiss.

My body responded like it always did. But not my heart.

I gently pushed her back just enough for our eyes to meet.

“Marta… not now. I’m tired.”

I watched her smile fade slowly. She slipped off my lap.

“You don’t want me anymore?” she asked, voice cracking slightly, arms crossed over the towel.

I sighed doing my best to not snap.

“No... I’m just tired, Marta! This week’s been hell at work and for my bad luck, I had to work with you know who. Mike got sick and I need to work with the other bastard...”

“Eric" she muttered, eyes lowering for a beat.

“Yeah. Eric,” I said, sharper than I meant. “How do you expect me to do sex with you after spending eight hours with the guy who slept with you behind my back?!”

“I get it... But... Sometimes I just… I feel like you don’t want me anymore, Nath" she said “You don’t touch me like before. You don’t even look at me the same.”

I stood slowly, trying to stay calm. But when I rolled my eyes, it just slipped out.

“Not everything is about sex, Marta!” I snapped. “Do you really think it’s easy for me to work side by side with my wife’s lover? Who, by the way, was also my best friend and like a father to me?”

“Ex-lover!!” she shouted, furious. “Stop talk about him!! And who are you to talk?! You wanna talk about past, Nathaniel? Really?! As if you never messed up?!”

She yell put a finger at my chest.

“Because you do so much shit in this life!! Let’s not forget that you slept with every girl in your university time! And I still chose you! I still loved you despite all your shit and crime life!” Her voice was trembling now. “You know why?! Because I saw you when no one else did! WHEN EVERYONE FUCKING HATE YOU!”

Her words hit like knives. And I didn’t deserve that. Not after everything I’ve been trying to do to keep us together.

“You are such a angel for choose the bastard here! DO YOU WANT A FUCKING MEDAL?!” I shot back, feeling the heat rising in me. “Accepting someone broken doesn’t give you the right to throw it in their face every time things don’t go your way! And just to remind you… I was single! And those girls? None of them were even close to you! Because I want to remember you that I wasn’t just betrayed by you, Marta! I was betrayed by someone I looked up to as a damn father! Do you even know what that does to someone?! Do you have any idea what it’s like working with the bastard who shattered the tiny piece of happiness I had left?!”

She opened her mouth but said nothing. Her eyes were filled with tears, her breathing shaky. We were both at our limit.

I button my shirt and grabbed my coat.

“Where are you going?” she asked with a cold voice.

“To clear my head before I say something I’ll regret,” I muttered, slamming the door behind me.

(...)

I walked through the cold streets. The days were getting longer, but by evening the chill was unbearable. Still, I had no intention of going back anytime soon.

It didn’t take long before I saw the Snake Room. The old bar I used to go to back in my college days. A girl came out laughing, stumbling in her heels, clinging to some guy who didn’t even bother to look at her. It was like seeing a younger version of myself.

For a second, I considered go there. It wasn’t the first time I’d thought about this in these past six months when me and Marta fight...

Order a strong drink. Maybe two. Try to forget everything and hook up with the first girl I found. Pretend that nothing hurts me. Pretend I’m still that Nathaniel who lived for adrenaline.

But like everytime in this 6 months I refused. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I know where that path leads. I know it ends with more emptiness. More guilt. I won’t give Marta that satisfaction!

“I’m not that lost boy anymore...”

I turned my back to the bar and kept walking. I didn’t need sex with a stranger. I just needed peace.

The streets were turning orange from the sunset. A stray kitten passed by me without even stopping.

That’s when a forgotten memory appear in my head.

Back when I still lived under my father’s abusive roof, I had a little habit that no one knew about. No one except Marta but I only show her that place one time.

It was a secret ritual of mine.

A place where I didn’t have to be perfect.

A place where I could just be me.

A place of peace: an empty lot near the high school.

I taked care of a bunch of stray cats who lived there. I’d bring food and even bought plastic bowls to leave clean water for them. They didn’t ask for anything, didn’t demand smiles, didn’t expect me to be more than I was.

Suddenly, I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. It had been a long time since I went there. The last time was after my first breakup with Marta. I was a 19-year-old kid about to fall into a sea of trouble. I can’t believe it’s been eight years since that time...

Without thinking twice, I stepped into a corner shop and bought a small bag of cat food, plastic bowls and a bottle of water. The owner smiled at the items and asked, “New kitten?” I just smiled back and muttered, “Just visiting some old friends.”

When I arrived, the place looked a little different. There was a small playground nearby now, with children still running around. But that forgotten place was still there.

What I didn’t expect was to find someone there.

Kneeling among the grass was a girl. She had her back to me, wearing a pastel pink coat, her shoulder-length brown curls swaying gently. She seemed to be speaking softly to one of the cats, stroking him gently.

I walked silently, but stepped on a small twig, making her turn toward the sound.

Our eyes met.

Bathed in the golden light of the sun, her eyes were a mix of green and grey. She didn’t have Marta’s showy body, and yet, I won’t deny she had her charm. Maybe it was the inocent look and calm she radiated... or that shy smile she gave me.

I stood there, silent, a bit lost. Should I go closer? She didn’t seem scared, just a little shy.

I approached carefully, opened the bag, and knelt beside her, pouring some food near the cats by her side. I instantly recognized one it was the only one that had actual owners. The others looked relatively young.

"Do you come here often to feed them?" Her voice was soft and shy. I looked at her and gave a small smile.

"I haven’t been here in a long time... but I plan to come more often."

Seeing, she seemed young maybe she have 21 or 22 years old.

"What about you?"

"I came to clear my head and ended up here..." she said, petting a gray kitten with green eyes.

"Looks like we had the same idea, then..."

We stayed in silence for a moment. The kind of silence that feels light. Only the sound of the kittens between us, munching happily and letting out soft meows.

A gentle breeze blew, ruffling her curls and messing up my hair a little.

"I’m Nathaniel," I said finally, my voice softer than usual.

She looked at me again and smiled.

One of those shy smiles that makes your chest warm.

"Lilian."

I nodded with a small smile.

"That’s a beautiful name."

She looked down again, as if trying to hide the slight blush on her cheeks.

And me... well, for the first time that day, I felt the tension in my chest ease.

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[bluelily0728]

Fanfic Nathaniel x Original OC (not Candy)

This fanfic takes place in the betrayal route (because I want give to Nathaniel of this horrible route a happy ending also make Eric and Candy from this route suffer XD).

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Prologue

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Nathanie's P.O.V

Marta…

You were my first love. I still remember our first meeting, the moment I saw your blue eyes and red hair for the first time… your smile so beautiful and genuine. I won’t lie and say that it was love at first sight… Your gossiping annoyed me sometimes, honestly. But, ironically, it was your worst flaw that ended up saving me.

You were my first true friend and the one who opened my eyes. You were the one who pulled me away from my father’s grip, who made me understand that his abuse wasn’t normal… that I was a victim in my own home.

You were the best thing that ever happened to me in that time. But you also brought me one of the deepest pains I’ve ever felt. The loss of the your first love.

When you left to Spain with your family, my world collapsed. Our relationship didn’t survive the distance, and I was left alone. Without you. Without Armin, my best friend. Without my parents, and with the weight of taking care of my twin sister on my shoulders. That’s when I lost myself… I walked down dark paths, the drug trafic, sleeping with all girls that I see... Paths I still regret to this day.

Some people say you should never go back to an ex. That if it hurt once, it’ll hurt again and it will be worse. But when I saw you after four years after… I couldn’t resist. I tried to act tough, like an untouchable womanizer bad boy… It was my way of protecting you from my dark life but also me from being hurt again. Horever I fell again. I fell right back into your web.

I left the life of drug dealer thanks to Eric, a police officer who became almost like a father to me… Also thanks to you, too. Your love lit up my life.

I thought: “This is it. This time, I’m finally will be happy.”

I became a cop, I had good friends, just a few, but real ones and I had you. It was all perfect. Too perfect… for someone like me.

And then came that night. The most painful night of my life. More painful than be stabed and almost die.

More painful than the beatings from my father in my high school days.

More painful than our first break up.

“Eric and I had a thing…” That was what you said that night. Right on the night I wanted to make up to you. I was feeling bad for left you alone so much hours to work. To show that I still loved you so much.

I felt my world fall apart. The people I trusted the most stabbed me in the back. While I was out working long nights, you were in someone else’s arms. And the worst part… it was someone so close to me. Someone I saw as family. The familly that I never have.

But do you know what hurts the most, Marta?

That even after all of that… I still couldn’t walk away from you.

You cried and I am continued with you. I forgived you. Is it love? Emotional dependency? I don’t even know anymore.

All I know is…

Even after 6 months...

I can’t kiss you in the same way. I can’t touch you like I used to. Every time I see you with another man, I start to doubt you again. Castiel and Armin tell me to leave you. They say you don’t deserve me. Who cheats one time cheats once again.

But I just… can’t.

Because if I let you go…

I’ll be alone.

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It hurts writte my baby suffer🥺

But in the next chapter his new LI will appear. ^^

[bluelily0728]

You're not ready for this...

It's hereeeee! Jason's parents!!

Mind you, this are just how I see them and if beemoov makes them look diffrent (I'm mostly talking about Jason's mom here), it's ok, but these remain for my headcanon.

So, here we have younger versions of them (in their 20s). Some of you know that I named Jason's mom Yliana. For his dad I chosed Hervé. Why? He looks like someone named like that. Some hc info about him: he's pretty lively and a bit too innocent, soft and kind, curious. I imagined him as having rich parents but he distanced from them because they put too much pressure on him. Yliana was a sort of escape, someone who understands him and sees his potential. They had a pretty fun life together before, you know. Hervé wanted to do for his son what his parents couldn't which was support and letting his choose his path. But it doesn't mean he didn't had flaws. Sometimes he was too caught up in his own passion that he forgot about his family, other times he was impulsive and thick headed. In his youth. he spent a lot of time at the beach, talking photos and exploring the ocean life.

About his appearance: I don't know if you noticed, but I have a type, that is men is shirts... I think shirts look pretty hot on people. I didn't want him to look too stiff so I loosen the shirt a bit (it was already but I made it a bit more) and added a tank top underneath and some simple pants. For hair, it was hard to choose. Short, medium, wavy, curly? I saw that Jason has pretty straight hair and since I gave his mom wavy hair I thought I would give his father straight hair as well, ok not the most straight hair but you get what I mean. And let's not forget his polyposis which from what I saw this sort of placement is very common.

And that's all... for now.

[bluelily0728]

come back home darling, the kids miss you

[bluelily0728]

🪻{Amor Doce: Newgen// Fanart}🪻 ⊱┈──╌Jason Trend ╌──┈⊰

I've been dying to do this trend for weeks, I hope you like it as much as I do, it's really simple but I hope you like it! ✨️🥹💞✨️

[bluelily0728]

I love him so much 🥰

Angry Nath on a stamp by @chinomiko

My cute baby 🥰

[bluelily0728]

I just wanted to draw Jason 😔

So, as I said I wanted to draw Jason. I draw him sick like in the episode 14 and I like to imagine that he was in this state minutes/seconds before our sucrette came to his home lol. And I also draw him with his new clothes that we can see in the Easter event. That's it. It's just a simple drawing for fun.. nothing fancy.

Also fun fact or not but I also was sick when I started to draw this... I don't even know how I got the strengh to draw that day but here we are. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

[bluelily0728]

I. Can we become we?

Nathaniel quiere tomar el apellido de su prometida.

Los primeros rayos de sol anunciaban el inicio de otra mañana en el hogar que compartía con su prometida. Al principio, Nathaniel no se sentía muy cómodo con tanta luz, el cambio de espacio fue abismal: demasiado espacio, demasiado sol, pero demasiada vida. Quizá porque venía de un lugar menos brillante que ese apartamento, más callado y vacío, pero viendo la manera tan pacífica en la que Blanca se paseaba a sus anchas, pensaba que ella tampoco extrañaba estar ahí y prefería el cálido refugio que Olivia les dio al volver a Amoris.

Dejó su chaqueta en el perchero junto a la entrada y arrastró los pies hacia la cocina abierta para beber un vaso de agua. El apartamento tenía espacio de sobra para lo que dos veinteañeros y sus sueños compartidos necesitaran. Un cuarto de lavado que apenas ocupaba un rincón junto a la cocina. La sala amplia con amplios ventanales que aprovechaban la luz natural al máximo, paredes color crema y el cómodo sillón azul donde se acurrucaban a leer; las plantas esparcidas por todos lados, cuadros —uno regalo de Violeta— y el rascador de Blanca, la gata, que aunque enorme, no estorbaba en lo absoluto. Al fondo del pasillo se encontraban las tres habitaciones; el dormitorio que compartían, su estudio personal y el de Olivia, el último con recubrimientos especiales en las paredes para hacerlo a prueba de ruido.

Sonrió al notar un plato con un panecillo y una taza de café frío, una nota garabateada le recibía con un «Bienvenido a casa, oficial. No olvide su cena antes de venir a mis brazos. Te amo». Hizo caso a las indicaciones y se encaminó a la sala, donde la mesa del comedor estaba invadida por papeles, pinceles y su chica, completamente absorta, dibujando. Llevaba sus gafas puestas y el cabello recogido en un moño mal hecho, su ceño se fruncía al estar concentrada y alcanzaba a ver como la punta de su lengua se asomaba de entre sus labios.

Se acercó sin hacer ruido. Su brazo rodeó la cintura de la pelirroja, su mano se escabulló buscando su piel tibia. Ella apenas se estremeció bajo su contacto, se le erizó el vello.

—Pensé que ya teníamos el borrador final —murmuró, besándole el hombro y luego la mejilla con dulzura.

Sus labios permanecieron ahí por unos segundos, como si buscara fundirse en la textura suave bajo ellos. Sintió su sonrisa.

—Bienvenido a casa. —respondió, dejando la pluma para buscar su boca.

Nathaniel correspondió a su beso, suspirando gustoso cuando sus dedos le acariciaron la nuca. La había extrañado tanto en ese día especialmente aburrido. Odiaba que lo retuvieran en la comisaría por cosas de las que otro podía encargarse, especialmente cuando se sentía tan necesitado de casa como hoy. Su mano acarició su cadera y subió a su cintura, el oxígeno le avisaba que debía separarse, pero él peleó contra la naturaleza por unos momentos más saboreando sus labios.

— ¿Día difícil? —preguntó apenas a unos milímetros de su rostro. Él negó y volvió a besarla con intensidad, ella se separó cuando sintió que buscaba apoyarla contra la mesa—. Amor, oye.

—Nada interesante —dijo él, como quitándole importancia al día—. Un par de chicos peleando, un arresto por narcóticos, y Armin pasó para avisarme de mi despedida de soltero.

Ella rió con lo último.

—Pensé que sería en LoL.

Nathaniel negó con la cabeza, casi divertido.

—Yo también pensé que bromeaba. Ha tenido mucho trabajo con todo esto de los hackers, incluso me estuvo ayudando… pero me dijo que apartara el viernes por la noche.

—Tessa siempre decía que no lo subestimaras en lo laboral —le recordó Olivia.

— ¡No lo hago! —respondió él con una sonrisa que se asomó como el sol entre nubes—. Solo no imaginé que le quedara energía para fiestas después de dormir tan poco.

Olivia soltó una risa bajita, de esas que resaltaban los pequeños hoyuelos en sus mejillas y volvió la vista a su papel, pero su mano ya no trazaba; solo lo miraba, pensativa. Se quitó las gafas y las dejó junto al pincel, luego se frotó los ojos con los nudillos, como si quisiera borrar la fatiga de golpe.

—Tú también estás durmiendo poco —dijo de pronto—. Hoy tienes ojeras.

—Mira quien lo dice. —comentó su rostro entre las manos, Nathaniel se levantó, le dio un beso en la frente—. Ya las últimas deberías solo dejarlas en lápiz y dejarme terminar a mí.

Nathaniel tomó uno de los papeles y lo observó con más detalle. Flores y figuras asimétricas adornaban los bordes. En el centro, con la caligrafía redonda y cuidadosa de Olivia, se leía la invitación a su boda. Había errores mínimos, casi invisibles, pero entendía por qué ella los veía.

Desde que le entregó el anillo, Olivia se lanzó de lleno a los preparativos. Él, fiel a su costumbre, se encargó de la logística: lugar, banquete, el oficiante, proveedores. Por su parte, ella decidió encargarse de todo lo que fuera papelería a mano: las invitaciones, el menú, las tarjetas. Llevaba semanas en ello, peleando contra el sueño, los errores y el tiempo. Las noches se estiraban con el susurro del pincel sobre el papel, Nathaniel la acompañaba. A veces, con sugerencias: “Esto se ve mejor”, “¿Y si le agregas esto?”, “Ese detalle me gustó”. Otras, simplemente tomaba la pluma y repasaba los trazos del lápiz con el azul que, según ella, se parecía a él.

Por suerte —y gracias al enorme esfuerzo de ambos— muchas invitaciones ya habían sido completadas y, posteriormente, enviadas. El menú, con el mejor truco de percepción de Nathaniel, fue fotocopiado y entregado a los del banquete. Dijeron que era hermoso, que Olivia debería dedicarse a eso. Ella se negó, por supuesto, las manualidades no eran lo suyo, según su modestia.

— ¿Sabes? A veces pienso que me estoy complicando de más. Pudimos mandarlas a imprimir, y ya —dijo Olivia—. Nadie se va a dar cuenta de si están a mano o no, la van a guardar hasta ese día y luego la van a tirar.

—No creo, es muy fácil darse cuenta de que las hiciste tú misma.

Ella suspiró pesadamente, sus dedos volvieron a juguetear con su cabello rubio.

—Por cierto, hoy tu madre me regresó la suya.

El asunto con su familia seguía siendo tenso. Cuando anunciaron el compromiso, la familia de Olivia se alegró. Adoraban a Nathaniel desde el instituto, lo recibieron en su casa incluso antes de que fuera su pareja. Incluso después de la pausa de años, los Wilde no dejaron de tratarlo con generosidad. El problema estaba con su propia sangre.

Por supuesto, su padre no estaba contemplado en la lista. Ni él ni Olivia querían verlo. Pero con su madre, Nathaniel intentó hacer un esfuerzo, pequeño, esperanzado. Amber seguía negada, pero Olivia —aunque sabía que la mujer la detestaba— pensó que debía quedarle algo decente por dentro. Algo que no le permitiera negarse a acompañar a su hijo en un momento tan importante, pero se equivocó. La señora Carello apenas la dejó hablar antes de romper la invitación en dos y arrojarla al suelo, frente a Olivia. Escupió su sentencia contra el futuro matrimonio, y Olivia tuvo que contenerse para no abofetearla. Aunque claro, no se fue sin devolverle algo de su veneno. Se fue con la dignidad intacta, pero con las manos temblando.

—Sí —asintió Nathaniel, restándole peso al episodio—. Pero si las hubiéramos mandado imprimir, no tendrían tu letra, ni tus flores torcidas, ni esa manía tuya de corregir lo que ya estaba bien.

— ¿Eso es un cumplido, señor Carello?

—No, señorita Wilde.

Olivia lo miró con fingida sorpresa.

— ¿Ya no soy Carello? ¿Me quitaste tu apellido antes de siquiera dármelo?

Nathaniel negó con la cabeza, luego se inclinó y la besó.

—Nada de eso. Solo que… he estado pensando.

— ¿Sí?

—Que te debo mi libertad en más de un sentido. Me la diste sin pedir nada a cambio y ahora que nos acercamos a un nuevo comienzo… quisiera darle otro significado a esa libertad. Me gustaría tomar tu apellido. —Olivia lo miró sin entender, pero se quedó en silencio para dejarlo continuar. Nathaniel le tomó ambas manos—. Sé que lo que hemos vivido me construyó, me convirtió en lo que soy ahora. Pero no quiero seguir arrastrando las sombras. Me gustaría guardar los momentos amargos en una caja, como los adornos de Navidad, y avanzar sin ellos sobre mi espalda.

El silencio se instaló en la sala, solo se escuchaban las patitas de Blanca y el sonido de su bebedero. Olivia, con un pequeño suspiro, se lanzó a sus brazos y escondió el rostro en el hueco de su cuello. Sintió su respiración, él estaba seguro de que ella percibía su pulso errático. La estrechó con cuidado, disfrutando de su cercanía.

— ¿Estás seguro? —preguntó—. Estarías cortando todo con ellos.

Nathaniel sonrió con suavidad.

—Claro que lo estoy. —él se separó lentamente para verla a los ojos, repasando cada detalle de su rostro como si fuese la primera vez—. Olivia, contigo me siento inmenso, especial, amado. Ya no repaso el pasado ni me como la cabeza pensando en qué la cagué o si realmente merezco estar contigo, solo quiero llegar a casa y escucharte cantar en calzones, besarte, que nos abracemos en el sillón y me cuentes de todo lo que hiciste en el día. Quiero seguir haciendo el súper juntos, decorar la casa para cada estación y bailar en la sala… solo quiero que lo quieras todo conmigo y sepas que lo quiero todo contigo, desde tu nombre hasta los huesos.

Ella lo miró por un segundo largo, buscando algo que solo ella podía ver. Quizás la misma vulnerabilidad que él había encontrado en ella sin querer o tal vez la única certeza que ya le había entregado desde el instituto. Olivia asintió y, por fin, una sonrisa se dibujó en sus labios.

—Ay, mi vida… como si no supieras que ya te asignaste sentencia desde que te atreviste a besarme en la biblioteca.

Sin dejar de sonreír, tomó su rostro entre sus manos, y con suavidad, pero de manera decidida, lo besó. Un beso que comenzó suave, pero que rápidamente se fue intensificando, como si las palabras sobraran y lo único que quedara fuera de lugar fuera la distancia que quedaba entre sus cuerpos. Nathaniel se dejó llevar por el beso, cerrando los ojos y riendo un poco en medio de él.

— ¿No que estábamos muy concentrados con el menú? —respondió, arqueando una ceja, con tono juguetón.

—Pues sí, justo voy a pasar al postre. —respondió mientras sus dedos jugueteaban con el borde de su camisa.

Y, con esa sonrisa de quien se sabe ganador, la levantó de un solo movimiento. Olivia soltó un grito de sorpresa, que rápidamente se convirtió en una carcajada cuando notó que los encaminaba al dormitorio.

Los dos cayeron en el colchón de manera desordenada, la luz que se filtraba por las cortinas se transformó en algo difuso, borroso, como si todo se desdibujara y solo quedaran ellos, sin tiempo, sin reglas. Los dedos de Olivia recorrieron su pecho como si estuviera descubriéndolo de nuevo cuando se deshizo de su camisa, demasiado ansioso y acalorado para seguir con uniforme. El aire parecía volverse espeso, denso, a medida que la atmósfera en la habitación se cargaba de algo más intenso entre suspiros y respiraciones pesadas.

Su mano bajó lentamente por su abdomen, dejando un rastro de calor en su piel y ella cerró los ojos cuando la acariciaron por encima de la ropa interior, sintiendo cómo la tensión se acumulaba. Nathaniel se acercó a su cuello y besó su piel, un gesto lento, sensual, como si cada parte de ella fuera un territorio nuevo que quería explorar. El beso que siguió fue feroz y necesitado, dejaron que sus lenguas se encontraran con la urgencia de quienes ya no pueden esperar y lo confirmaron las manos ansiosas del rubio al deshacerse de la camiseta que cubría a su chica.

La pelirroja se quejó cuando se alejó, pero antes de que pudiera decir o hacer algo, lo sintió de nuevo sobre ella, solo se había acomodado mejor sobre su cuerpo. Un camino de besos se abrió camino desde su cuello hasta su vientre, deteniéndose cuando estuvo tan cerca de su entrepierna que sintió un escalofrío.

—Nath…

—Tu fuiste la que dijo que debíamos pasar al postre. —murmuró rozando su nariz cerca de su ingle, mientras sus manos se encargaban de bajar la única prenda que le quedaba.

Esa simple caricia casi la hizo desfallecer ahí mismo. El rubio la miraba con pupilas dilatadas y una expresión a la que, pensó, jamás podría terminar de acostumbrarse. No pudo contener un gemido cuando la boca de su prometido comenzó a degustarla como si fuese un auténtico manjar. Claro que sabía lo que hacía cuando desliza su lengua por sus pliegues, para después dirigirse hacia su centro, repitiendo un par de veces la acción antes de acompañar sus movimientos con sus labios. Ella apretó las piernas contra su cabeza y se arqueó cuando sus atenciones se centraron en su clítoris, aprieta su cabello con una mano mientras la otra masajea uno de sus senos, Nathaniel pareció más motivado con sus reacciones. Los gemidos y jadeos salieron de su boca para el placer del rubio, sus grandes manos le acariciaban gentilmente los muslos, apretándolos mientras su habilidosa lengua hace maravillas en su zona más sensible. Pero Olivia no permitía que él se llevara toda la diversión, lo obligó a retirarse para terminar de desnudarlo.

—No me hagas traer las esposas. —advirtió ella cuando Nathaniel se tumbó en el colchón.

—Suena a que me estás premiando. —bromeó.

Olivia se acomodó sobre el cuerpo de Nathaniel, dándole la espalda. Él se dejó hacer, sus manos se deslizaban suavemente por sus muslos y su cintura, la pelirroja apoyó una mano sobre el abdomen de su prometido, sintiendo el vaivén de su respiración. Siempre había tenido buena figura, y aunque en sus días de instituto se ocultaba bajo camisas bien planchadas y pantalones impecables, ella conocía la verdad que escondía cada fibra de ropa: los años practicando boxeo habían dejado una base sólida, sí, pero fue el entrenamiento policial lo que le dio un matiz distinto, una nueva forma a sus músculos, un tono más denso, más definido. Nathaniel había ensanchado sus hombros, su pecho, sus brazos… y ya no lucía tan delgado como en sus veintitantos. Había ganado cuerpo y a ella le encantaba ese equilibrio perfecto entre fuerza y sensibilidad. Atlético, pero sin llegar al exceso. Un cuerpo que ahora le pertenecía por completo.

El rubio, sintiendo el peso suave de Olivia sobre él, deslizó una de sus manos por su espalda, siguiendo la línea de su columna con las yemas de los dedos, hasta detenerse en la curva de su trasero. Cada gesto, cada movimiento suyo, tenía la gracia exacta para volverlo loco.

—¿Muy contento con la vista? —murmuró ella al tiempo que se deshacía de sus boxers.

—Es un delito tenerte así encima y no decir nada.

La respuesta de la pelirroja no llegó, en cambio, rodeó con la lengua la punta de su erección para después bajar hasta la base. Una maldición ronca escapó de la boca del rubio por el movimiento de sus gruesos labios, también utilizaba sus manos, masajeando su duro miembro. Olivia se mantenía enfocada en su tarea, sintiendo los empujes de Nathaniel contra su boca, como si quisiera cobijarse en lo más hondo de su boca hasta llegar a su garganta. Ella solamente se detuvo cuando supo que él estaba cerca, aún era muy pronto para que la diversión terminara.

Se giró para mirarlo, tenía las mejillas encendidas y respiraba con dificultad. Luego, moviéndose con lentitud, estiró el brazo hacia atrás y enredó sus dedos en el cabello de Nathaniel, jalando apenas, lo suficiente para hacerle soltar un suspiro. Él le apretó los muslos.

—Me gusta cuando tomas el control —dijo él, con un susurro entrecortado.

Olivia bajó la cabeza hacia su cuello y le dejó un beso largo, húmedo, mientras se mecía suavemente sobre él. Los labios de Nathaniel encontraron su hombro desnudo, y lo besaron con devoción, como si ese lugar fuera sagrado. Ella gimió cuando el recorrido descendió por sus clavículas hasta sus pechos, encontrando sus pezones endurecidos de la excitación. Nathaniel sentía una fascinación por ellos que no se molestaba en ocultar; chupaba, besaba y mordía a su antojo mientras los dulces sonidos de su futura esposa le endulzaban los oídos. Sus manos masajeaban su trasero, sus gruesos dedos se hunden en la débil carne, dejando marcas en ella, buscando tomar más porque nada le es diciembre cuando se trata de Olivia. Y es que, cuando la mira, no puede evitar pensar que su rostro enrojecido es lo más bello que ha visto jamás, como si todas las cosas preciosas y costosas que su padre le daba a Amber y su madre no tuvieran valor alguno en comparación a ella.

Ese bello rostro con labios hinchados de tanto besarse y pupilas dilatadas era simplemente hermoso, el desastre más maravilloso que hubiese presenciado jamás y solo lo hace querer más de ella. Era arte. Era casa. Era cuerpo y alma entrelazándose con la suya. Era su todo.

Nathaniel se tomó su tiempo en preparar a su chica, expandió su interior con sus dedos mientras su labios se encargaban de complacer cada páramo de piel que tuvo a su alcance hasta que ella le indicó—o más bien, le suplicó entre jadeos— que era suficiente y estaba lista. Él la recorrió con la mirada mientras se deslizaba entre sus piernas, el calor y la fricción les robó un gemido bajo, compartido.

—Siempre te olvidas de lo hermoso que eres. —murmuró Olivia contra su oído—. Me gustaría que pudieras verte como yo te veo aquí y ahora.

—No digas eso. —susurró él, con voz ronca—. No ahora. No cuando tengo la vista más perfecta frente a mí.

Olivia comenzó a balancearse sobre él, sus movimientos más suaves, casi melódicos, como si estuviera bailando sobre su cuerpo. Nathaniel deslizaba sus dedos por su espalda, dibujando líneas invisibles, deteniéndose en las curvas que más adoraba. Él apoyó las manos en sus caderas, ayudándola a moverse con ritmo, sin forzarla. Ella echó la cabeza hacia atrás, sosteniéndose de sus hombros mientras lo montaba al ritmo que sus caderas le marcaban.

Continuaron en su vaivén por varios minutos, las caderas de Olivia se movían de una forma que lo volvía loco, marcando el ritmo con más intención de hacerlos llegar al cielo. La sentía estremecerse, escuchaba su nombre como un susurro que salía entre dientes. Y cuando ella empezó a temblar levemente, cuando el ritmo se volvió menos preciso, más instintivo, supo que estaban muy cerca. Nathaniel dejó que su esencia se vaciara en ella con un gruñido y un par de segundos después, sintió sus paredes tensarse y estrecharse deliciosamente a su alrededor.

Se dejaron caer juntos entre las sábanas, envueltos en calor, piel contra piel, sin decir nada durante unos segundos que se sintieron eternos. Nathaniel yacía boca arriba, el pecho subiendo y bajando lentamente, con esa expresión entre feliz y satisfecho que Olivia adoraba. Ella no se había apartado del todo. Seguía montada sobre él, disfrutando de su unión un poco más. Él acarició su espalda con los nudillos, en un gesto simple pero lleno de cariño.

Verla de esa forma lo enternecia, Nathaniel pensó en acariciarla y quedarse entre las sábanas para besarla hasta que amaneciera de nuevo, pero justo cuando Olivia alzaba la mirada hacia él… su estómago rugió con fuerza.

—Eso fue tuyo… ¿o un oso entró a la habitación?

Nathaniel se echó a reír contra su cuello.

—El hambriento soy yo, el oso fue quien me rasguñó la espalda

—Mira qué chistoso andas, a la próxima a ver si te da postre un payaso. —se quejó la pelirroja con tono sarcástico.

—Ni idea, pero si mi estómago pudiera votar, elegiría desayuno en este instante.

—Mmm, eso suena bien… pero no pienso moverme. Me siento como si hubiera hecho ejercicio toda la noche.

—Pero sí lo hiciste...

Ella lo fulminó con una sonrisa ladeada y un bostezo de fondo.

—¿Tú sabes lo sexy que es un hombre que cocina? —dijo con tono juguetón, dándole un golpecito con el pie—. Si vas a la cocina, hazlo sin ropa. Aumentas mis posibilidades de levantarme.

—Te haré unos hotcakes —le dijo Nathaniel, levantándose de la cama sin más que una sonrisa y una sábana enredada a la cintura—. Con forma de corazón, si te portas bien.

—¿Y si me porto mal?

—Con alguna forma tuya, aunque probablemente terminaría comiéndomelos en el pasillo.

—Eres terrible comediante. —rió, tirándole una almohada que él esquivó con destreza.

La escena tenía algo de una de esas comedias románticas que se veían los domingos: el chico atractivo y medio despeinado saliendo de la habitación con la sábana arrastrando, mientras ella se revolvía en la cama, oliendo aún a piel cálida, a sudor y a amor recién horneado. La intimidad entre ellos no estaba solo en los cuerpos: estaba en las bromas, en las miradas cómplices, en ese “después” que se sentía más que como una costumbre, como una cotidianidad a la que estaba más que acostumbrado.

Desde la cocina comenzaron a escucharse ruidos: la cafetera, el batir de algo líquido, un mal intento por silenciar una sartén que chilló con el primer contacto del aceite. Olivia se levantó poco después con la cara lavada y el cabello suelto hecho un desastre, usaba la camisa de Nathaniel como pijama improvisada. Le llegaba a medio muslo y aún conservaba su aroma.

Lo encontró intentando voltear un hotcake con la espátula del revés.

—No quiero interrumpir tu proceso creativo, pero eso que estás usando es una palita para cortar pizza y me vas a rayar mi sartén.

—No lo parece cuando le das vuelta rápido —replicó él, haciéndola girar como si estuviera en un programa de cocina—. ¿Ves? Técnica ancestral anti rayaduras.

—¿Y esto lo aprendiste en la academia también?

—No, esto lo aprendí solo.

Olivia se acercó por detrás y lo abrazó, recostando la frente contra su espalda desnuda, le dio un par de besitos a las marcas de sus uñas sobre su piel cálida.

—Bueno, si encuentro un nuevo sartén pronto voy a fingir sorpresa.

—Dudas mucho de mi talento, cariño.

Se quedaron así, abrazados junto a la estufa, oliendo a café y a mezcla de desayuno. Era un caos doméstico adorable que hacía revolotear el corazón del rubio: la harina sobre la encimera, la espátula equivocada, las tazas desiguales, el pan quemado que ninguno mencionó. Pero todo era perfecto en su imperfección y cuando se sentaron a la mesa con sus hotcakes deformes y el café a medio colar, Olivia lo miró sonriendo, con la luz suave de la mañana entrando por la ventana.

—Deberíamos repetir este proceso por cada invitación. — dijo Nathaniel guiñándole un ojo.

—Podemos ponernos más creativos.

—Si estás insinuando que tomemos las esposas...—Olivia agarró un trozo de hotcake con los dedos y se lo metió en la boca para interrumpir su oración.

Ambos estallaron en risa y ahí, entre migajas, piernas entrelazadas bajo la mesa y miradas que hablaban más que las palabras, Nathaniel pensó que quizá el cambio de apellido era lo menos si es que la vida sería así de bonita todos los días.

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It's been a while since I shared a fanart here, this one I did some time ago, Jason is Rubeckia!💞🥹✨️🤏

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Inspired by the episode 11 ˖⁺‧₊˚✦