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4 ) With My Life Fred, With My Life.

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Shes like the sun. I cant live with out her

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“ARTEMIS!!” Lee yelled as he spotted her on the platform “what are we?” Fred starter “Chopped liver Gred” George said “oh youre just mad that Lee likes me the best isnt that right Lee?” I smiled “yep. Shes the favorite” “Lee i want you to meet Apollo” she smiled as she let him go “Apollo this is Lee” she said they locked eyes and the entire world slowed down around Apollo and Lee she stepped back to Fred and George “are you seeing this?” George asked as they watched the two of them interact with eachother “meet us on the train after youre done making goo goo eyes at eachother Lee” George teases as Lee flips them off “im happy for you Pollo” she says as she hugs her brothers waist getting on to the train she shrugs her bag off and went inside “George. Can you Give us a minute?” He asks as he climbs in after her “no problem” George shrugged he followed her to Igneous’s pen when the giant thunderbird landed on the rock “hey Iggie” she cooed softly Igneous looked to Fred “i know hes here boy. And i know he wants to know. And hes going to ask me how i feel. And truth be told Igneous… im afraid. Im scared that Lucious’s threat is going to become reality and im going to lose the one person that makes me feel safe. I want to tell him how much i wish i could stay with him at the burrow til we graduate i want to tell him everything im just so afraid that if he knew everything i want to tell him he wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore… im afraid of him leaving me behind which is a stupid thing to be afraid of because he’s proven himself time and time again that he wont its just easier for me to pretend that its just me talking to my thunderbird… than facing him and looking him in the eyes while i speak because im afraid if he can see my eyes hed see how broken and dead i am inside” she sighs when she feels his arms wrapped around her middle head falling-to her shoulder Fred needing to be close to her letting her know he was there and listening but wanting her to continue his heart sped up at the contact “i wonder what hed say if i said that i felt like things would be better if i had died in that dungeon that i only kept fighting because i needed to make our squabble right” his arms got tighter around her fear clouded him as he listened “he would probably ask if i want to die id tell him no. I don't, im feeling Vulnerable. i just want him to hold me as I fall apart again like in the hospital wing last year saying he’ll never leave no matter what that i needed him and hed never turn his back on me. because Lucious’s voice in my head right now is telling me that im unloveable. And that everyones going to leave me and that im a useless house elf and that im ruined no man is ever going to want to touch me because of what he did to me. Im traumatized and im trying so hard to be okay and smile for everyone and its not working and im hurting.. im imagining the worst possible scenario and i lose him forever. I dont want to lose him…” she sniffled he turned her around and pulled her to him silently moving to sit down on the rock his back on Igneous his hands going through her hair “its not true you know” he said softly “what Lucious said” he elaborated “none of it is true. If you need me Artemis, i will never turn my back on you. I meant what i said. And im keeping my word. I promised you that id never abandon you and i wont. Give it all to me… i have you…. Youll never lose me Artemis im right here. Stop being headstrong and let me help you… let me take this for you….” she closed her eyes and let the tears fall from her eyes “island baby…. Youre so beautiful….. you drive me crazy” fred whispered in her ear “your strength and beauty i can see in your eyes…. I lose sight of my world..” he looks up and sees Lee George and Apollo as she sobs into his chest

baby love no words can hold whats truly on my mind just feel the beat of my heart” he moves her hand to over his thumping heart and holds it there hoping that she doesnt feel how fast its beating “and youll know what i need” Apollo sits next to his sister leaning his head on her shoulder “pualena… youre so beautiful God knows i love you” Apollo sung as he brushed the hair out of her face George sits next to Fred laying on his legs Georges head on Artemis’s legs “and youre all i need Pualena you take my breath away Pualena” Lee sits inbetween Fred and Apollo leaning his head on Apollo’s thighs looking up at him Apollo smiles down at Lee “you know lately all i think about is holding you closely and never leaving yourside i’ll keep you warm” Lee says they softly sing to her keeping the position theyre in when she finally stops crying “thank you” she said looking at Fred he just smiled at her “its our job” Lee said as Fred hugged her one last time “lets get changed.” Apollo smiled “i’ll be in the library” Apollo said “Artie!!” George yelled as he came running back to the pen “CAN YOU TWO DO THE THING?!?” He yelled holding up the walkman “can we what?” Apollo asked as he looked to Artemis “god I should’ve never showed you that thing” she whispered under her breath “i showed them Aerosmith” she shook her head “well it fell on Charlies head and he discovered it i showed them the memory of us and mom before she and Reggie….” She started to say Apollo takes the walkman unhooking the chord from the walkman Apollo walks up to Artemis putting the walk man down flicking his wand to press play grabbing his sisters hands “come on. Itll be fun. It was dads favorite i still remember our routine. I know you do too missy” he smiled at her she returned his smile “you had a routine?” Fred asked “sit down you three” Apollo said “Every time that I look in the mirror…..: ALL THESE LINES ON MY FACE GETTING CLEARER the past is gone Oh, it went by like dusk to dawn Isn't that the way? Everybody's got their dues in life to pay, oh, oh, oh” Apollo started “I know nobody knows Where it comes and where it goes I know it's everybody's sin You got to lose to know how to win Half my life's in books' written pages Storing facts learned from fools and from sages You view the earth” Artemis sings as Apollo spins her in his arms he lets her go she spins out their hands stopping her from falling after shes completely stretched he pulls her back into him “Oh, sing with me, this mournful dub Sing with me, sing for a year Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear Sing with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away!” Apollo picks her up by her hips and places her on top of the rock “just like when we were kids” Apollo whispers to her “Oh, sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear Sing it with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away” she jumped off the rock landing on her knees Apollo falling to his back to back “Dream on Dream on I dream on Dream a little, I'll dream on Dream on I dream on I dream on” he stands up “all you lia girl” Apollo whispers remembering his mom “Oh, sing with me, this mournful dub Sing with me, sing for a year Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear Sing with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away Dream on Dream on I dream on Dream a little, I'll dream on Dream on I dream on I dream on” as aerosmith kept up their high note she went higher “just keep on dreaming ooon aaaaaaaaaa ah ah ah ahhhhh“ she belts he holds out his hand which she takes he pulls her up as they sing face to face alternateing lines “Dream a little, I'll dream on Dream on Dream on Dream on I'll dream on Dream on Dream on I dream” when the song ends she lays on her back laughing when he belly flops her “ughhhhh Apollo!” She laughs “i knew thatd cheer you up you old grouch” he gets punched in the ribs softly “IM ONLY ELEVEN MINUTES OLDER!”

“Still makes you old” “respect your elders!” “Okay maybe youre not that old Lia” he laughs “dont make me hex you Kaneleonahenahe” she mumbles Lee is the first to speak “Artie can i have your blessing to Marry your brother?” He asks with his hand raised “we’re not even dating” Apollo smiled “id follow you anywhere Apollo Black” Lee said “Scamander actually, i had to change my last name protection purposes” he shrugged. “we’re only 14 Lee” Artemis chuckles “and you just met him today!” “The heart wants what it wants im smitten!” He swoons into George who fans his face with his hands “it wasnt that great. You should see us actually dance Hula” Apollo crosses his arms over his chest “mum taught us ʻEo mai and a bunch of other songs” he shrugs “you should see Artemis do Pua Kiele made mum and dad cry everytime.” Apollo finished “come on lets go were probably almost there” she cuts them off as she walks out of her bag Fred trails after her “you never told me Apollo or you could dance!” He pouted “it was a long time ago Freddie” she shook her head “i dont think my knees can handle it anymore” she shrugs “dance for me” he asks softly “i want to see” he coos “maybe one day” he grabs her wrist spinning her to face him “promise?” He asked “i promise” she nods-he heads up the ladder first he helps her out of the bag once everyone is out of the bag “so what house do you think he’ll be in?” George asks her from the window seat as he bumps her shoulder “Gryffindor” she says nonchalantly “my guess wouldve been Ravenclaw” George shrugged “obviously hes a Ravenclaw” Fred rolled his eyes “i dont care what house as long as they know hes actually mine” Lee said as he munched on his licorice wand “well actually sis” he rubs the back of his neck she snaps her neck to him as he holds up the yellow and black tie “i already got sorted before Uncle and Aunt dropped me at the burrow” he chuckles “…. Hufflepuff?” She asks he smiles shyly as she smiles at him “it suits you” she smiles “thanks Lia girl” he smiled “Cedric is actually supposed to be showing me around” he shrugged

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“Hey have you guys seen Harry or Ron?” Hermione asked us “I thought they were with you?” Artemis asked “no. When he didnt sit with me i thought Ron and Harry sat with you five” “how would that even be possible?” Fred asked “we would have to had strapped Ronniekins to the luggage compartment to fit all of us” Fred jested “Miss Black might i ask you to join me to the headmasters office” Migonigal said as she exited the great hall “is she in trouble Maam?” Apollo asked “no, Mr. Scamander. She is not. I just need assistance. Infact. You come along too” she said as a confused look came across Hermione George and Freds face “i will see you in a few handsome” lee wiggled his eyebrows Apollo smiled “only handsome one here is you” Apollo charmed a paper bird to fly to him it landed in Lee’s hands “open that when youre alone” Apollo winked as Artemis and Apollo turned to follow Minerva Lee sighs putting a hand over his beating heart “two sickles” George whispered into Hermione’s ear she looks up red in the face “two sickles and a knut” she barters “youre on Granger” “i look forward to it Weasley” she smiled at him Minerva leads them to Albus’s office “You were seen. By no less than seven Muggles! Do you have any idea how serious this is? You have risked the exposure of our world! Not to mention the damage you inflicted on a Whomping Willow that's been on these grounds since before you were born!” Snape yelled at Ron and Harry “oh jeez what did you do now” Artemis said ruffling Harrys hair “Your god brother AND his IMBECILE friend, Ms. Black just crashed a car into the whomping willow” “well thats just smashing entrance the most GLORIOUSLY crushing arrival out of any arrivals in the new year they whomped it in style dont you think?” “NOWS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKES ARTEMIS THIS IS A VERY SERIOUS MATTER!” Snape raises his voice with amusement “oh come on professor Sev” she says with a soft smile he looks at her with soft eyes “its not like the boys were crushed to death it couldve been way worse. We couldve had to clean dismembered body parts off of the tree. I can fix whatever was maimed. I have an animal that can help” she shrugged sitting next to Harry “it did more damage to us than us of it” Ron gulped “Silence! I assure you that were you in Slytherin and your fate rested with me, the both of you would be on the train home tonight!” Severus yelled “but youre not” Dumbledores voice echoed as he walked in “head of ouse falls into Minervas district” he said walking in “ms. Black, Mr. Scamander. i suggest you keep a tighter leash on your brother” Minerva starts “as for you two. Five points each will be taken. Get to dinner Potter.” She said as she dismissed the group “professor Sev, id like to introduce you to Apollo. My younger brother” she smiled “ah yes ive heard so much about you. Your sister is my star pupil” she catches Harry trying to scurry away fast behind Ron “oh no you dont” Apollo said grabbing the back of his robe “come on Apollo we already got yelled at” Artemis crossed her arms over her chest Apollo raised an eyebrow at him “okay fine im sorry it was a really stupid thing we couldve been killed and im grounded for a week” he breathed out Apollo ruffled his hair as Artemis smirks “please dont be mad at me” he looks up with puppy dog eyes “we’re not mad. We’re worried. You wait and ask for help from the Weasleys next time okay?” Artemis cooed pulling him into a hug “youre the only family we have. We dont want to lose you” she whispered into his hair he nods “come on lets go eat yeah?” He nodded “want me to walk you to your table Apollo?” She asked as they walked into the great hall

“nah. I got it thanks Tita. Try to keep Harry out of trouble” he smiled Artemis just nodded “here i made you a plate. Your favorites” Fred said as she sat down next to him “thanks Freddie” she smiled leaning her head on his shoulder picking it back up and eating “your brothers going to get a howler in the mail” she said as she ate “he drove the car into the whomping willow” she explained “that idiot.” George shook his head Artemis giggled as she took a small bite of her chicken Fred rose his eyebrow at her “stop picking at it and eat” he shoved her shoulder “sorry im just not that hungry Fred” she smiles “okay. Fine” he switches their plates “eat the fruit and the toast.” He said nonchalantly as she grinned at him Artemis comes out of the dorm after everyone had gone to bed “incendo” she said pointing at the wood in the fire place sitting on the floor back leaning against the sofa she sighs out as she pulled a book out and began to read softly humming to herself twenty-five minutes pass when she feels someone sit next to her smelling cinnamon and gunpowder she smiles “cant sleep?” He asks softly she shook her head no “still thinking about florish and blotts? Thanks for the books by the way. The new robes feel great” he said softly “its not Florish and Blotts. I accidentally called your mom ‘mom’ in the middle of a panic attack out side of the icecream place” she sighed closing her book “why is that a bad thing?” He asked “i didnt want to freak her out” Artemis finally looked into his amber eyes he looked back with something she couldnt read behind them “what are you doing up Fred?” She asked softly “i came cause i had a feeling youd be down here.” “So you came because of a feeling?” “I came because i had to see if you were okay” he said leaning further into the couch “im glad your here Fred” she smiles at him “what you thinking about?” She asks him “what mums howler is going to say” he shrugged “Charlie sent me a new dragon scale. He said it was from a baby” “you still write my brothers?” He asks “Bill texts me everyonce in a while when i dont pick up Charlie’s two way mirror” she sighs out “i didnt think having older brothers were fun before having them. Now that i have them sorta. They more or less call themselves my brothers every chance they get. Aparently they think im going to marry into your family sooner or later i dont know i dont think anyone could like me like that. But having them… and Apollo back…. its nice having people check up on you. And care.” she sighs she chuckles “what?” He smiles “just. Charlie asked if id name a baby after him” she giggled “how much kids d’ya want?” He asked “i want a quidditch team. Id be happy with ten” She smiles “i want a big family full of kindness and love… i want to give what i never had what i tried to give Apollo if i could find someone who accepts me for who i am. All the scars and scary.” she smiles a piece of hair falling in her face he reaches up and tucks it behind her ear keeping his hand there for a moment she looks down and back up at him again giving him a soft smile he leans down “youre so beautiful Kahali’alaulani, whoever gets to have you that way will be a lucky bloke” he said imagining THEIR life and THEIR kids in his mind her cheeks heat up at the use of her middle name he pulls her head to his shoulder so that she’s leaning on it “i want a big family too someday. I want to have a huuuuuuge yard where we could have a quidditch pitch and far enough away from everyone that the fireworks could be loud and obnoxious” he laughed “and pranks. The house would be full of them” he looked at her “ive always pictured the kids looking like their mom with Red hair, big eyes and hearts of gold.” He glanced down to her lips “you know what names you like?” He looked up to her eyes as She asked “ive always loved the name Nathaniel” she continued “i always thought my first sons name would have Georges name somewhere in it but im not completely sure. Ive always loved Dads name. It always sounded sophisticated.” He leaned his head on hers as they fell into a comfortable silence

“read to me?” “Ive got something better” she smiled at him she snapped her fingers “muffalito” she whispered silencing the common room a guitar out she starts playing “are you going to sing to me?” He asked “no… but i’ll play for you” she smiles “but i love when you sing” Fred pouts “what do you want me to sing?” She asks softly “your favorite song” “but i sing that all the time. I sang it so much you Lee and George know the words” she frowns “but it makes you happy” he puts his hand on her face “but what makes you happy Freddie?” She asked looking at him he looks down into her big eyes “you make me happy Kahalialaulani” he whispers “what makes you happy?” He asked as fingers play chords on the guitar she looks up at him again she stops playing and puts her hand on his face she shows him the detention that changed it all she showed him them laughing together the hospital wing him calling her Kahalialaulani for the first time he saw Florish and Blotts him and her in zonkos Lee and Apollos meeting “i really like him Artie” walking to Dumbledores office “ron is fighting me about george” Hermione’s voice rang Molly and her talking Charlie and Bill and the final memory is him holding her singing her favorite song putting her hand on his chest she takes her hand back and starts playing again hours pass he sits there just listening to her play when suddenly he got the urge to talk to her again the sun peeking through the mountains “come here” he said putting her in his lap “teach me” he said giving her his hands “teach me to play Pualena” She places his fingers on the frets and shows him how to strum “good. Now a little faster” she said he strummed “island baby” she sung “youre so beautiful you drive me crazy you know your” she paused as he struggled with the next chord she puts her fingers on his “all that i need so much more” he stuck his tongue out as he focused “your strength and beauty i can see in your eyes i lose sight of my world” she breathes out yawning “baby love no words can hold whats truly on my mind just feel the beat of my heart and youll know what i need youre my” “pualena youre so beautiful god knows i love you” he sang with her”and youre all i need” she looked up at him turning her head to face him he looked at her his heart sped up “pualena you take my breath away Pualena” they sang together Hermione walks out of their dorm room ready for their first classes and sat across from them “dont stop… its beautiful” she said when they made eye contact with her she smiled at Artemis sitting in Freds lap she rolled her eyes at Hermione who chuckled “you know lately…” Fred sang as he put his chin on her shoulder “all i think about is holding you close to me and never leaving yourside i’ll keep you warm” he sang “time passes by and still youre on my mind i cant imagine living my life without you cause the special moments you and i could only share” she sang moving his fingers again George coming down sitting next to Hermione “goodmorning Mia” he kissed the side of her head wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She smiles at him “morning George” she giggled as she looked back to Fred and Artemis “will always keep us together and never apart youre my Pualena youre so beautiful god knows i love you and youre all i need youre my pualena you take my breath away Pualena” she smiles up at Fred “youre good at this arent you?” She asked “Fred knows how to play alittle.” George shrugged “just never a full song” Fred continued as she stood up placing the guitar down “keep it. It was my dads i have another one” she smiles at him “i gotta change. Then off to breakfast” she smiled Fred held the guitar in his hands and stared at the steps “did you?” Hermione asked softly Fred shook his head no “im not ready… not yet…” he sighed out “i dont “you do” Hermione cut off “if anyone deserves her. Its you” Hermione continued “she doesnt need something more right now Mione. She needs her bestfriend. And thats what in giving to her. Stop rushing it” he rolled his eyes walking up the stairs to the shared dorm he put the Guitar on the bed

“FRED! Help! This shirt or this shirt” Lee held up the two shirts “why?” He asked “Apollo asked me to sit with him at the Hufflepuff table today” he explained Fred just smiled “their the same shirt Lee. Its a school uniform” Fred smiled “JUST PICK A SHIRT FRED!” He yelled “that one” he rolled his eyes smiling at Lee “youre smitten my friend” “ive already said that.” Lee rolled his eyes “im going to ask him to Hogsmede this weekend” Lee elaborated Fred smiled “hes going to say yes” Fred rolled his eyes at him “hurry up. Lets go” he chuckled “Lee!” Apollo smiled “excuse me?” Artemis said with her hand on her chest in fake hurt “i honestly thought id get atleast a hello first im only his twin sister after all” she pouted as Apollo walked up to Lee “so i was thinking. You and i could hit Hogshead for a butterbeer and you show me around Hogsmeade on saturday. I’ll buy lunch if you take care of the Honeydukes bill. My favorites are Sugar quills. And yours are these” he smiled handing Lee a licorice wand Lee stood there a look of shock written on his features as he stared open mouthed “you owe me three sickles and a knut Granger” George whispered “fine!” She whisper yelled handing him the money “thank you” he smiled down at her Fred raising an eyebrow at his twin “So? What do you say? Is it a date?” Apollo asked as blush creeped on to his cheeks “i.. i… you want to go on a date with me?” Lee stuttered “i am yours right? Thats what you said. ‘I dont care what house if everyone knows hes actually mine’ So yeah. I do. Besides we have to start somewhere if we’re going to be married one day. Unless you want to skip straight to ‘i do’ right now? i do think that “Apollo Kamahaʻo Kaneleonahenahe Jordan” flows really well together. I kind of want to take this slow, we should talk logistics and see if you really want to be married one day datings the way to go. So Hogsmeade this saturday?” he smiled “Artemis? Can i marry your brother today please?” He looked back to Artemis with an amused look on her face “date first. Ask me again when we graduate Jordan. My baby brother asked you a question.” She teased “are you sure?” Lee asked Apollo smiled “thats why i asked” Apollo takes Lees hand places the licorice wand in his hand “meet me here at 10 saturday morning” Lee asked as Apollo intertwined his hand in the other leading him into the great hall “come on handsome, 10am sharp Saturday morning” Apollo whispered as he snapped the fingers on his free hand suddenly chocolate frogs appear in front of Hermione Ron Harry Fred George and Artemis the group stared speechless as they watched Lee get led to the Hufflepuff table a charmed paper bird flew to Fred ‘your turn Gred. I give you my blessing with Artie. You both are ready for that next step. Black roses are her favorite, and shes a sucker for stars’ Fred read the note and quickly folded it and shoving it in his trouser pocket walking in with George “now whats this with you and Hermione betting?” Fred asked with a raised eyebrow “we saw Lee and Apollo flirting and he bet me” Hermione shrugged as they sat down “Artemis can you do me a favor?” Hermione asked as she slipped two galleons to her “can you pick up these books for me when you go to Hogsmeade this weekend?” She asks “no problem Mione” she smiles “you know you could just borrow mine too right?” Artemis cocks her eyebrow at her “WHICH REMINDS ME!! Gotta fly Hagrid has something for me in his hut!0” she stands abruptly running out of the great hall “what was that all about?” George asks “i have no idea. With Artemis it can be anything” Fred shakes his head making her a small plate of food

“she didnt even eat yet” he rolled his eyes as he piled more onto her plate and covering it with a napkin shrinking it and putting it in his robe pocket She knocked on the door to Hagrids his “ah Artemis! Shes right in here! Just go’ er yesterday” Hagrid told her as she walked into the hut “and this is one of Fluffy’s puppies?” She asked intrigued “yep. Proud father tha one. Fluffy didnt wan’ ta leave the mums side to take care of the pups i got ya the one ye asked for. Smallest of the litt’r” as he hands her a small three headed dog with white fur “oh Hagrid shes Beautiful” Artemis took the sleeping puppy into her arms after handing him the four galleons “Artemis this is too much!” Hagrid said “none sense Hagrid. Gas and time plus the cost of the puppy. Its not nearly enough” she said as she tucks the puppy into her robe “well? What you gonna call er?” He asked with a smile “hemolele” she smiled “it means angel” she smiled at him “i best be off Hagrid thank you again” she smiled walking to her common room she drops her bag on the sofa next to Fred she climbed in once inside she enchanted another stall once she was done she enlarged all of her puppy toys and food setting it up on the side as the puppy played with her toys she smiled watching her as she made her food “come on Hemolele” she spoke to the puppy as it came up to her she put the food down”good girl” she sighed out about to walk out “so this is what you rushed out of dinner for?” Fred asked holding her plate out to her she takes it “isnt she beautiful?” Artemis kneels down and pets her “shes Fluffy’s puppy” she looks up at Fred while she spoke “cute. But i need you to eat Kahalia” he cocks his eyebrow at her she picks the puppy up and hands her to Fred “not so scary when theyre tiny are they?” She takes a bite of food he holds the dog and smiles “i guess when theyre small they dont impose the threat of eating you whole now do they?” He smiled as he scratched behind one of the ears he puts the dog down “you okay?” He asked “yeah im perfect why?” She asked “i dunno. You just havent gotten Apollo back yet” he shrugged “i dont think i am. That one was free. I feel bad for leaving him” she said with a sigh “who you two pranking next? She asked “probably Snape” he shrugged “please not when im around i like not having detentionnnnn” she groaned “oh come on Lia girl isnt detention fun when its just you and me?” He wiggles his eyes at her “everythings fun when its just you and me Fred” she smiles at him he looks at her with reddened cheeks she smiled bigger at him “Freddie” she sighed “thanks for the food” she said taking another bite of the bread “I want you to start taking care of yourself Lia” he turned to face her “that means going to meals, having time for yourself” he said mimicking what she told him in the hospital wing “i can compromise” she said mimicking him “we bring our plates empty plates here…. And eat where no one can see” she looked down confusion spread on his face “i do eat Fred… just not at the great hall” she sighed she walked out of the pen grabbing his wrist and walking to the back hallway and into a room with a kitchen off to the side she knocked on the door “Prim? Prim its me” she said softly suddenly a house elf opened the door “Artie?” She asked “hey Primm-y how are you today? Feeling better?” She smiled at the elf “Prim thinks her arm healed up nicely. Can Prim stay with Artie? Prims master fired Prim. Prim has no where else to go i can teach more spells if thats what it takes” she cried as she kneeled on the floor “Prim. I told you before you can stay im not your master. Im your friend. No elf magic teaching needed Primm-y. Id like you to meet someone. This is my bestfriend Fred, can you make us your favorite food? We’ll eat together again” she smiled ��PRIM WOULD LIKE THAT VERY MUCH MAAM I’LL BE RIGHT BACK” the house elf yelled excitedly “dont hurt yourself Prim!” Artie yelled

“i wont i promise Maam!” “Its Artie!!” She laughed Fred cocked his eyebrow at her “she came to hogwarts with a broken arm. Albus didnt have room for her. So i said id look after her, and that she wasnt going off on her own But shes a free elf that’ll earn a wage. I know what its like being a house elf, and i wasnt going to let her brave the world alone.” She shrugged “so i made a deal with her. I give her galleons to keep my fridge stocked animals fed and she and i eat together. Shes a really good cook. Its what she loves to do. It brings a big smile to her face she always makes way too much” Artemis laughs as they sit “youre amazing you know that?” He asks “you have a heart of gold” he brushes her cheekbone with his fingers leaning in to kiss her forehead “thanks Freddie” “i will take this compromise. If i can join you and Prim for dinners” he said “Prim would like that very much Mr. Fred Prim loves to cook this is Prims favorite thing to cook Ms. Artemis likes it very much sir. She finishes her food every time!” The elf smiled at Fred “is that so? It looks great Prim thank you” he said kindly “so Prim, how do you like living here?” He asked as he spooned some of the food into his mouth “mm… this is so good” he said more to himself “oh i love it here Mr. Fred. Artemis lets me feed and hang out with the animals!” She said excitedly “which animal is your favorite? Mine personally is the Kelpie” he asked taking another bite “Prim is quite fond of Igneous” she smiles big at Fred “i like Igneous too” he smiled at her “Ms. Artemis youre right Prim likes him too” Prim smiles at her her cheeks heat up “mr. Fred a good boy right?” She asked “one of the best there is” Artemis said softly as she ate “Prim thinks you make a good match Prim knows when Prim sees” she said as she looked down at her plate choking on her food “well Prim i dont think he likes me like that all that much… im not the kind of person boys fall head over heels in love with” she said softly to the elf Freds eyes widen in shock “that is not true ms. Artemis” “alright Prim. I’ll take your word for it, would you like me to wash up?” “No ms. Artemis Prim has it” the elf smiled as she exited the room with a nod “i meant it about dinners Lia” he smiled as he climbed the ladder helping her out of the bag “okay, you can come to dinners.” Artemis sighs “just you and me?” He asked “and Prim of course” he stuttered “just us” she smiled “goodnight Freddie” she smiled “goodnight Kahalialaulani” i love you he thought more to himself then her

It was her first free period and she was studying for her muggle classes trying to graduate a year early when a voice pulls her out of her thoughts “are you coming to our Quidditch practice?” Fred asked coming down the steps and seeing her in the common room “do you want me too?” She asked he modded “yeah. Let me go grab a sweater first and then we’ll walk together?” She asked “its cold out on the pitch.” She shrugged “here. Wear this” Fred said chucking her an extra Jersey that he brought just in case “but wont you need this?” She asked him looking up at him confused “nah, i think i’ll be good with just the one. Besides. George’ll get jealous that you’re wearing mine n not his” Fred wiggles his eyebrows “fineeee” she groans with a laugh pulling on the jersey they walk to the pitch “ah good to see you Black” Wood said as we walked out of the castle “you gonna try out for the team?” He asked “nah. The position i want isnt open.” She shrugged “im just here supporting Harry and the twins. Apollo’s going for chaser tho. Cedric is holding try outs next week from what Apollo said” she shrugged walking inching closer to Fred who wrapped his arm around her protectively when Slytherin’s team walked next to him she made eye contact with Draco and tensed Fred instinctively pushed her slightly behind him “Atleast no one had to bribe their way onto Gryffindor team. They got on from pure talent!” Hermione sneered “Who asked you what you thought filthy mudblood” Draco sneered i pushed my way through the twins and straight up to Draco “want to say that again Dray?” She towered over him crossing her arms over her chest “i called her a mudblood. Filthy orphan what are you going to do about it?” He yelled at her earning smiles from the Slytherin team chuckling behind him “okay. I see how it is. School yard bully acting tough cause people he wants to impress are around. See. My dad taught me the only way to deal with bullies.” She sighed out. He cocked his eyebrow “what is that filthy orphan? Running away from a fight” he laughs woth the rest of his team “or have your bull dogs rescue you” he juts his chin to Fred and George as they start to walk over “STAY!” She yelled they froze to their spot as she turned around and looked at Hermione on the verge of tears and Ron seething eyes landing on George wand gripped tight in his hand pointing at Malfoy she turned back and hit him in the mouth he fell back to flint “i know youre better than this Draco. If you were nicer and showed people who you actually are maybe then youd be friends with Harry and maybe ron too. you dont think he told me about meeting you first year? How you insulted Ron. Telling him to stick around with you to be friends with the right sort of wizards. Thats not how you get people to like you. You owe BOTH Hermione and Ron an apology for how you’ve been treating them. Oh. And go ahead. Tell your father. I dare you” her eyes glew she spoke with a growl in her voice as the whole quidditch team and Hermione watched it unfold jaws gaping open “You cant hit me!” He screamed standing up getting in her face she leaned down pillong his ear as she whispered into his ear his face bright red as she scolded him “why. You had no problem joining in with daddy hitting me. You forget the one person Who tutored you in potions. And took the blame for breaking a 100 year old vase who helped you with your preschool work and taught you to read. Who checked under the bed for monsters when you had nightmares me. Draco. I did. Who did you cry to after your first pathetic little heartbreak me. I did it you told me once that i was the only friend you had this isnt how you make friends Draco grow up and stop being like Lucious pompous arsehole. be the person you really are who me and aunt Narcissa know you are. for once in your spoiled brat life and apologize before i make you apologize” her nostrils flare at him teeth turning into lions fangs she looks up at the Slytherin captain

“Piss off with that bloody note before i shove it so far up your ass youd be shitting it out for a week. You snakes can take the late afternoon slot Oliver had this pitch booked for WEEKS or do I need to go talk to Snape personally. Picking on kids younger than you Flint are you really that cowardice. Pick on someone your own age. Heaven knows you wouldnt win.” she growled again showing her fangs again they all step back “whatever. Lets get out of here. Draco. We’ll train you later” Flint said turning his back to the Gryffindors Draco looks up at his cousin with scared gray eyes “theres still a chance for you to be friends with them. Make your mother proud” she said softer morphing her features back he looks down in shame slowly walking up to Hermione “im sorry, i shouldnt have said that, i was trying to get people to like me. It wont happen again. Im sure Artemis would rip my throat out if it does” he scratched the back of his neck “and im sorry for what i said first year Weasley. I shouldnt have said that either. I hope you two can forgive me and the three of us start over?” He asked not looking up she glances over to Harry who’s looking at her she shrugs her shoulders at him giving him the choice. “Harry Potter” Harry said holding out his hand making Draco look up “Draco Malfoy” shaking hands “this is my friends, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley” Harry continued “this is the team, Oliver wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Fred and George Weasley, and Alicia Spinnet” Harry pointed out the people as they waved uncomfortably Draco gave them a small smile “im really sorry about before” he said looking down “i have no excuse” he said shyly “thank you for the apology. Id offer to train you. But it seems as though Flint’s got that covered” Wood said as Draco nodded she walked up to the bleachers and sat rolling her eyes.

“Do you really believe that that was a genuine apology?” Harry asked as they walked through the pitch doors “i dont know.” Artemis sighed “i just know that i am sick of that family having control over me. Harry hes my cousin. There is good in him i believe that i will help him if he needs me on the promise i made to Narcissa. But you are where my loyalties lie. Youre my brother just as much as Apollo is. I stand by you. You never have to doubt that i will make an unbreakable bond to that. Now if youre asking me if i think hed stop doing anymore messed up stuff and be dumb? No. I know he’s going to do messed up stuff. I like seeing the good in everyone. No matter how dimwitted their actions are. Dad always used to say that theres light and darkness in all of us. if you want to know what a mans like. Look at how he treats his inferiors. Hes never said an ill word to or hurt Dobby.” She stares at Fred and George from across the field talking to Oliver “Fred talks about you a lot you know” he wiggles his eyebrows. She smiled “its not like that.” She rolls her eyes at him as they walk further “its really cool what you did back there for Hermione by the way” he states “i didnt just do it for Mione. I did it cause it was the right thing to do.” she shrugged “i dont like when people pick on innocent people. Hermione’s gotta stand up for herself. But until she can i’ll do it for her.” Artemis sighs “so why does he call you Lia? Ive only ever heard Apollo call you that?” He asked “Charlie calls me Lia too, my middle name is Kahalialaulani Naleopilimehana, i guess he just liked that more than Artie” she shrugged “why is it ive never heard your middle name before?” He asked “youve never asked her Potter” George said as they walked in step with them “and Freddie calls her Lia because he prefers it” he nudges Harry as he says it “if you want to call me Lia i wont stop you either Harry.” Artemis shrugged. “You have detention tonight Potter?” Fred asks “yeah. With the new DADA teacher” Artemis grimaces at Gilderoy Lockheart “that sounds wonderful” Artemis said sarcastically “oh yeah. Itll totally be a blast Naleo” he rolled his eyes at her “Naleo?” She asked “well i wanted a name of my own. Apollo, Charlie and Fred already call you Lia everyone else calls you Artemis and Artie so i dunno. Naleo seemed fitting” he scratched the back of his head “my dad used to be the only one that called me that. He’d call me his voice” she smiled “he used to call Pollo Haʻo. His wonder.” She laughed “hed look at me and say my little Naleo. Always my voice of reason” she smiled at the memory. “Well i mean i guess thats why i chose it. Because you are a lot of peoples voice of reason i know youre mine atleast. Both you and Apollo.” Harry said as they walked “like whose” she rolls her eyes at him “mine. And i do like the ring of calling you Voice” Fred said simply she stopped abruptly looking at him “what? You are” he shrugged “what do you mean i am?” “Voice, you stopped me from finding the man that hurt you just by saying my name.” Fred looked at her “you tell me things with your eyes. And its just an unspoken thing between us. I keep you wild you keep me safe” he starts walking “although id like to think we keep each-other safe even if you almost strangled me to death in Florish and Blotts when Lucious said my name” he shrugged as he walked heat rising to her cheeks

“you coming Artie?” George asks snapping her out of her “oh uh yeah. Sorry” she shook her head and caught up “youre wrong Fred” “what do you mean im wrong.” He rolls his eyes at her. “You don’t keep me wild. You keep me human” he cocks his eyebrow at her staying silent so she can explain. “if im your Leo. Youre my Puʻuwai” she said grabbing Freds arm “wh.. what is that? Leo is voice. Youve said that before ive only seen Puʻuwai once” she smiles at him “you gave me the strength and the courage i needed to open up my heart and allow others in. You showed me that love is stronger than fear.” He froze as she turned around “puʻuwai means heart Fred, you gave me a home to go home too, with your Family.” She turned to him “it wasnt only me it was Charlie and George too” he said quietly “but i said yes to you. Ive told George and Charlie no. Multiple multiple times. But you got me to say yes. Youre the one who got me to open up you got me to trust you and in turn you trust me.” she smiled sweetly enlarging the charm around her neck ‘Home is where love is remember puʻuwai love is eternal and it will give you peace’ “so no. you dont keep me wild. We keep eachother safe. Yes. But you. Youre my heart. And You keep me human the saying is ‘shes my voice of reason, she keeps me out of trouble, he’s my heart. he keeps me human and we keep eachother safe.’ We balance each other out. Without you id be cold and heartless. Without me youd be in detention more often than not. And youd be failing all your classes by now.” she chuckles hoping he didnt read through the lines of what she said “we’re going to be late for potions Heart” she said smiling at him putting her charm away still frozen to his spot he watches her walk away. Mouth gaping open as she jokes with George and Hermione “Are you guys going to meet Harry after detention?” Artie asked Hermione hanging her head off the end of the bed as the twins sat on the floor of the dorm room “yeah. I was going to meet Ron soon, wanna come?” “Yeah. I’ll tag along. I dont know about them. But i wouldnt mind stretching my legs” she said with a sigh George groans out “where ever you go” Fred starts “Fred will follow” George finishes for his brother Freds cheeks heat up “that is not how its supposed to go you git!” Fred yelled “its just funny seeing you this worked up” George’s laugh filled the room “so youre following then?” She asked with a cocked eyebrow at them “and let our favorite girls walk alone? Never.” George said looking to Hermione George walking on the left side of Hermione and Fred walking on the right of Artemis as they head down to the common room where Ron is “what are you two doing here!” Ron yelled “we’re keeping you lot out of trouble Ikkle Ronniekins” Fred jests “besides. You four have all the fun. We want in too!” George pouts Artemis giggles as Ron squeezes himself between George and Hermione shooting him a glare rolling her eyes “come on. Lets go find Harry” she smiled looking up at Fred who smiled at her as she led the group out of friends down the hall George made an off hand comment about their prank war because Hermione had asked about it “oh yeah. Freddie used to obsess over pranking her shed find his pranks every time. And add to them getting either me or himself or me him and Lee in the same go” George said “why didnt he just stop?” Hermione asked “Freds always been stubborn” Ron rolled his eyes “its because im the queen of pranks and Hearts a sore loser that has to always have the last laugh” she smiles playfully

“Am not voice take it back!!” Fred screeched “make me” she laughed taking off running “alright you asked for it Voice” he ran after her she snapped her fingers and appeared behind Ron bobbing and weaving him away from Freds arms that was reaching for her she smiles at him heat rising to his cheeks “YOU KNOW THATS AGAINST THE RULES!” He yells pointing a finger she giggles “whatcha gonna do about it? Prank me?” She stuck her tongue out running inbetween Ron and George “are you sure these two arent dating?” Ron asked the group when they were further away “Voice slow down!” Fred catches up to her she laughed as he caught her waist and began tickling her “Fred stop!” She laughed more Harry appears in the corridor “NO! First you have to say Freds the best pranking master ever and i was wrong for saying otherwise!” He yelled also laughing easing up on her sides as he waits “NEVER! YOULL NEVER BREAK ME!” She yelled in glee he shrugged his shoulders hoisting her up over his shoulder tickling her more “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! I’LL SAY IT” she laughs tears rolling from her eyes as he holds her on his shoulder“Freds the best pranking master ever. Even if he couldnt land a single prank on me” she sticks her tongue out as he drops her on her bum with a oomph. The three of them laugh as Harry helps her up she looks to the wall Harry Hermione Ron and George rounding the corner after them looking at the wall together in shock ‘the chamber of secrets have been opened enemies of the heir beware’ written in blood with Filchescat hanging from her tail Artemis’s hands fly to her mouth in shock

Filch comes around the corner when the bell rings and his eyes land on Harry Apollo calling out to us instinctively Artemis steps in front of Harry before Filch can get to him “out of my way its his fault he killed her!” Filch yelled “im sorry Mr. Filch but Harry couldnt have hurt your cat. He was in detention with Professor Lockheart” she said with a soft smile “THEN IT WAS YOU!” He yelled at her getting in her face “it wasnt me either i was meeting Harry after Detention Mr. Filch i swear!” “She was with me the entire time!” Fred yelled “and why should i believe a trouble maker like you Weasley!” He yelled “BECAUSE ITS THE TRUTH!” Fred yelled as she walked up to the cat getting her down from where she hung “shes not dead” Artemis shook her head snapping her fingers the last Mandrake restorative Draught she had putting it in the cats mouth as Albus came to the group as he eyed Artemis closely “there you go girl…. Almost there” she smiled “take it easy now Mrs. Norris” she cooed as the ear twitched slowly dragging her hand down her body “good kitty” she smiled as she shook it off “all better?” She asked as the cat tilted her head at her meowing she chuckled as the cat licks her nose “Mr. Filch shes okay” Artemis smiled at the squib who took his cat into his arms crying “thank you sweet girl” Filch cupped her cheek patting her face “it was just a mandrake potion. She took my last phial of it so hopefully, nobody else gets petrified” she smiled at him “professor sprout has a healthy stock of mandrakes this year how far out?” Albus asked “should be by the end of the year” she smiled “i love animals. Its no issue Mr. Filch” she smiled brightly “Should i have told them? About the voice i heard?” Harry asked as they walked up the stairs they argue as they walk into the common room “you alright there Artie?” George asked “yeah im fine. Just iny head” she shook her head as they walked “want us to stay?” He asked “nah. Imma go read in the library if anything” she shrugged “have a good night boys. Mione” she smiled as she went into her bag she walks into her library and pulls out a book to read “so am i traveling to our room alone or;” George trailed out looking at Fred who was staring at the bag George smiled “go after her Fred” he smiled “im going to hang with Hermione til you get back” he smiled as Fred nodded “hey!” Fred called from outside of Igneous’s pen “hes getting big” Fred said petting his beak “whats the matter?” He asked “nothing, im just worried is all” she shrugged at him “worried about what?” “This thing that petrified Mrs norris” she sighed “nothings going to happen to you Voice you know that right?” He asked sitting next to her “i wont let anything happen to you” he nudged her “its not me im worried about Fred. Im worried about my brothers. Hermione. Im worried about you and George. Im worried about the people i care about” she blew a raspberry out of her mouth “oh come on Voice its not like we’re going to get hurt” he smiled “we dont know who or what did that to the cat” she sighed out “luckily we have our potions guru to save not only your own butt but Harry’s too. Filch looked like he was just about to murder him” Fred said earning a chuckle out of her “theres our girl” he said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear “youre so pretty when you laugh” he complements her red tinge crossing his cheeks “im sorry i worry so much” she apologizes “its a normal reaction Voice” he said as he helped her feed the rest of the animals “youve been through more than what a kid should. It’s understandable, no one blames you for worrying. So what if you need a little reassurance from time to time. Lee, Apollo, Harry, George, Charlie and I dont mind doing it its our job” he smiled “doesnt it get tiring though?” He smiled “no, its not.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear “come on we still have a lot more pens to go.” He gestured

The quidditch game against Slytherin was going full swing Harry and Malfoy raced for the snitch going through the stands as Hermione Ron Apollo and Artemis cheered for Harry when a bludger hit his hand just as he caught the snitch winning the game “ughhhh” he groaned as the group of friends surrounded him “you okay there Harry?” Apollo asked “i think i broke my arm” he chuckled slightly “NOT TO WORRY! I can heal that right up for you!” Lockheart said “not you sorry sir i much rather have Artemis give me a potion” he said with an apologetic smile “non sense i can heal you no problem!” Lockheart insisted muttering the wrong spell and all the bones in Harrys arm disappeared the entire quidditch team rushed to the hospital wing “oh mr. Malfoy ive bandaged you up you can go!” Poppy said as she rushed to Harry “he shouldve been brought to me right away! I can mend bones in an instant! Regrowing them will take all night!” She grumbled as she gave harry skelegrow he spit it out “oh come on Har. What did you expect? Pumpkin Juice? Its a potion they all suck and are goopy” Artemis said with a sympathetic smile “i assume youre staying the night Ms. Black Mr. Scamander?” Poppy asked the two kids “if its alright maam. We’d like to stay with our brother” Apollo said with a small smile “try not to make too much noise!” She said sternly they both nodded to her “Ollie. I can fill in for Harry until he heals completely i know your plays by heart” Artemis said with a smile “practice first thing in the morning Artie” he warned “sir yes sir!” She jested as the team left “thanks for doing that Naleo. And let the house cup go? No chance in hell.” She smiled at him in the middle of the night Dobby woke the three kids up “HELLO!” Dobby said “ARTEMIS! Oh how good it is to see you! Dobby has missed you dearly!” He smiled softly at her “hey Dob what are you doing here?” She asked with a confused tone “Harry Potter should have listened to Dobby Harry should have gone home when he missed the train!” Dobby said “whats going on Dobby” she said in a serious voice “Harry Potter and his friends are in grave danger!” Dobby as they talked Dobby admitted that he wanted to be free “THERE HAS BEEN ANOTHER ATTACK!” The three kids laid back down as Albus and Minerva brought in the petrified body of Colin Creevy the next morning she headed down to the pitch from the hospital wing in Harrys quidditch robes “looking good Artie” George said with a smile “gasp. Atleast buy me a drink first!” She put her hand over her chest in fake hurt “what kind of girl do you think i am!” Fred and George laughed loudly with the rest of the team but Angelina “im only doing this so he doesnt have a cow about Harry being out” she rolled her eyes mounting the nimbus and flying up “lets get this practice over with” she groans “you act like you’re bad at quidditch” Fred rolled his eyes at her “because i dont like playing quidditch!” She groans as Oliver releases the balls “i take offense to that Artemis!” He yelled going to the rings After practice she ran speed drills dodging the bludgers George and Fred were throwinf at her “come on boys that all you got?” She teased sticking a tongue out at them George laughed “we dont want to hurt you!” “Give it all you got Georgie i wont break!” She rolled her eyes ar him “you asked for it!” George said as he swung his bat sending a bludger straight at her she pulled back playing chicken with the bludger when it was close to her face she let go of her broom swinging her legs catching herself on the broom handle using the momentum of the flying broom she grabbed her handle and spun down like a cork skrew seconds before hitting the ground she pulled straight seeing the snitch she pulled up slightly with her hand raised one hand steering the broom when she caught the snitch she landed her broom Olivers mouth flew open as she held up the snitch and broom in the other hand when practice was finished Ollie pulled her aside

“i want to keep you on the team as back up seeker” he said as Angelina scoffed “shes not even that good” she whispered to Katie Bell “shes actually really nice Ang. Give her a chance” she whispered back “now why would i do that. Shes a know it all” she said louder turning away and walking to the changing rooms Artemis shook her head and focused more on Oliver as much as id love too Ollie. Im just not cut out for Quidditch” “youre wrong. Youre almost as good as Charlie is. If you had tried out before Harry you wouldve need our seeker” “fine. I’ll sit on the bench” she rolled her eyes “and buy a new broom!” He yelled she waved her hand in the air putting Harry’s robes back “i bet you enjoyed that” Angelina sneered “not even a little. It was a favor for Harry i actually really hate playing sports. Id rather dance.” Artemis replied simply “whatever” she rolled her eyes she slammed Harrys locker shut “just what is your problem with me” Artemis asked a little frustrated “oh nothing. I just dont get why you whore yourself around where ever you are one of the Weasley twins or both or another Weasley is. Wood. Apollo. Potter. Or Jordan is boys buzz around you like flies on a warthog. It makes you look easy” she smirked “okay one. Apollo is my twin brother Gross. Two Lee is his boyfriend. Three Harry is my god brother Four the Weasley twins are my best friends along with Lee i tutor Percy wnd Ron. Ive talked to Oliver maybe three times since coming here” she said crossing her arms “out of line Angelina” George said rounding the corner with damp hair “i dont know what youre talking about George” “youre just jealous that shes friends with everyone and she got a higher score in potions. No need to be a git and call names” George said angrily “its alright George. Bullies arent worth it” she said pulling him away from her Angelina scoffs “shes got them wrapped around her finger” she said to the room “because shes Family.” George rolled his eyes as she pulled him out further once they were in the court yard he pulled her back “you okay?” He asked “just peachy. Thanks” she said with a smile “how long has Angie been treating you like that?” He asked “since our first potions class. I usually just ignore it” she shrugged “but you guys talked back in second” “no. Me and Alicia talked. Angie scowled at me” she said as they walked to the common room Harry finally was back for quidditch two weeks later they were about to play against Hufflepuff when Minnie stopped the match “quidditch has been cancled!” She said “you cant cancel qQuidditch!” Oliver exclaimed “Mr. Potter Mr. Weasley’s Ms. Black please follow me quickly” the twins Harry Artemis and Ron followed Migonigal back to the hospital wing “now this may be a shock to you. But there has been another attack. They were found out side of the library “oh mione” Artemis said brushing a hand through her hair tears pricking her eyes “does tris mean anything to you?” Migonigal asked the group holding up a mirror “no maam” they all say she sits with Hermione for hours George had been sleeping on the other side while Ron and Harry went off to class “hey” Fred breaks the silence she looked at him “brings back memories huh. Us being stuck here” he chuckles she lets out a few tears “yeah. Back when things were just starting out” she chuckled dryly

“it seems to only be attacking muggle born students. Collin, Davies, Mione, Penny” she sniffles “hey…. Voice theyre going to be okay” he puts a hand on her shoulder “you think so?” She looked up at him “i know they will. Madame Pomfrey’s taking good care of them in the mean time” he wiped a tear off her cheek “what would i do with out you heart” she said softly his cheeks heated up “crash and burn probably” he chuckled “want to go get some food? Prim must be wondering where you are” he suggested “yeah. Lets leave George alone with his Mia” she jested earning a chuckle from him he helps her up from her chair intertwining their fingers pulling her to the common room smiling she catches Angelinas eye she shot Artemis a glare “Freddie slow down” she laughs “youre going to pull my arm off!” She laughed again “come on Voice its this way” he giggled with her pulling her to a corner of the common room “come on already i wanna see Hemolele” he laughed loudly “you just saw her at the beginning of the year!” “so its not everyday i get to see a small three headed dog!” He crossed his arm over his chest “ugh. I swear shes annoying as shit” she said loudly her smile faltered as she shook her head “lets just go take care of the animals” she gave him a small smile “i need to feed Kamaile. I just got his krill in” she told him he nodded slightly as they walked to the dorm room he opened the door to their room “hey Lee. Apollo” she smiled “Artie” Apollo kissed her cheek “we’re going to feed the animals” she said as she placed her bag down “see you when you guys get back love birds” “we’re not love birds” her cheeks became red “not yet you arent. But someday you will be” he smiled “Apollooooooo” she groaned he put his hands up in defeat “sorry sorry” he laughed they walked into Hemolele’s pen “shes getting bigger” Fred said looking up at Artemis petting the dog in his lap “she is” Artie said hopping on to the table watching him “whats really bothering you Artemis?” He asked softly “a lot of things” she said softer “anything you want to share?” He asked as the puppy yelped he squeezed the squeaky toy throwing it the little three headed dog ran to the toy “nothing in particular” she said softly “voice..” he trailed “its nothing Freddie” she smiled “its not nothing if its bothering you like this” he said “its just… i miss my dad” she sighed out “he always knew what to say when i was feeling wonky.” She sighed looking up at the ceiling sje waved her wand and soon an image of stars came out “just an enchantment” she laid on the grassy pen floor sighing out he laid next to her on the grass his head next to hers “see that one thats Orion” he pointed up “that ones pegasus and the mama bear and baby bear” he smiled “you know a lot about this stuff dont you?” She laughed “when mum would yell at is. Me and George as kids. We’d sneak out or more like Id sneak out to the pond and lay on the rocks to clear my head watching the stars. I started to read books about astronomy and its just a guilty pleasure i guess” he sighed.

“That ones Sirius, and Rigel” she points he looks up “ive always wanted to get a necklace from Madame Hanks jewelry store and get a necklace of those stars, my dad and Baby brother that i never got to meet Regulus was supposed to be named after my Uncle Reggie” she shrugged as she glanced to him “you know. When we were kids, Apollo used to point out the stars to me too. Its something our dad did with him when he was upset” She smiled “why would you get in trouble?” She asked confused “mum didnt like the fact that we would prank and enjoyed a good laugh. Half the time shed mistake me for George. Every one in my family does, mix us up. Its hard not having our own identities. It bothers George more than it bothers me but dont get me wrong it still hurts” he shrugs “thats why it surprised us. When you said ‘no i know im right. Youre George Fred is on the other side of Lee’ in first on the boats. Thats what really solidified your friendship with George” “and what about you? What did it solidify with you?” She looked at him he turned his head to look at her mimicking the way she was looking at him moving his face closer to hers upside down “it solidified that you were the girl thatd come in smash up and change my life” he said softly “the girl that would change your life?” She questioned him “You changed my life. You became my voice of reason. I guess the only reason why i pranked you so hard the first and second years is because i didnt want mine and George’s dynamic to change, i was happy or at-least i thought i was, me and George against everyone and anyone i didnt want to change that, i didnt want to be your friend, i didnt want George to be your friend he wouldve broken us the two of us me and him up by adding you into the mix. I thought that there wouldnt be enough for me if you came into our world. i thought everything would be fine and normal if it was only me and George. just the way it was but spending detention with you. Knowing you. You brought out a side of me i didnt know i had. You added to me and George and theres so much between the three of us i dont know why i thought that there wouldnt be enough. So much so that Youre my best friend. And youre closer to me than George is it scares me BUT i cant imagine my life without you.” he shook his head her eyes widened “you mean a lot to my entire family and you dont even realize it.” He sighed sitting up he turns away from her “why do you do that?” She asks sitting up and facing him “do what?” He looks at her confused “the cat and mouse game we play. Something gets too deep and leave when our conversations get deep on your end?” “Because im afraid” he looks down “afraid?” “Im afraid of getting close to someone thats not George im afraid that if someone knows me more than my brother does, that if i open up my world i lose him and he wont need me anymore which i know its stupid we’ll always need eachother the more people that are in our world doesnt mean less its…” he breathed out closing his eyes she cups his face looking up at him “Let me be the person for you that you are for me. Let me in, i wont hurt you Fred. Let me be your person how youre mine” she whispered he leaned his forehead on hers “lean on me like how i lean on you” she whispers closing her eyes “youre right im sorry okay? Its something i need to work on” he breathes out “its something we both need to work on i run away too. Its not just you” she leaned closer his eyes dart to her lips back to her closed eyes she leans further up feeling their lips brush against eachother his heart speeds up “we should go” she said softly

“i know. I want to stay like this for a little longer, its nice having someone listen to me” he said “i feel so ignored at home like im lumped together with someone else half the time its with George half the time its with Ron and we’re all fighting for mums approval i know me and George act like we dont crave that sort of thing but its.. its nice to be supported and feel supported. Youre the only person that supports our dreams of running a joke shop. Mum and dad want us to go into the ministry” he said falling back onto his back “who cares what your mum wants? Will working at the ministry make you happy Fred?” She asked laying back down his heart sped up at how openly she talked to him about his dreams “no it wouldnt” he sighed “i think its brave. And you both will do amazing things” she smiled “follow your heart Freddie. And the right people will support you. Im always in your corner” she smiled heat rushing to her cheeks “now tell me about wizard wheezes” she looked up to the stars as he talked

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“Artemis!!” She looked over her shoulder to Ron and Harry running to her in the library “do you have any books on this?” Harry asked her as she unfolded the piece of paper “Mione figured it out. Its a basilisk” he said catching his breath “wheres the twins?” Ron asked “detention? Why?” She asked “WE’RE GETTING OFF TOPIC!” Harry shoved Rons shoulder “right. Sorry Harry. Hagrid is innocent he didnt open the chamber the first time” Ron filled in “the passed three nights have been an absolute nightmare you wouldnt believe” Ron panted “come with us. We need to meet up with Apollo!” Harry said quickly pulling her along by her robe “we have to send the students home a child has been taken into the chamber! Im afraid this is the end of Hogwarts” Migonigal cries “so sorry dozed off what did i miss?” Lockheart said “a girl has been snatched by the monster lockheart your moment has come atlast” “my mom..moment” lockheart says to Snape when Apollo comes up behind them Harry looks to him with his finger over his mouth Apollo nodded as the adults talked “Ginny Weasley has been taken” Minerva said Artemis’s eyes widened she shot her gaze to Ron who looked like he was going to puke “we’ll find her Ronnie” she re assured him the teachers move and they saw what was written ‘her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever’ Artemis’s hands flew to her mouth “Ron lets get to lockhearts now!” Artemis and Apollo say at the same time “we might not be able to get into the chamber but we can tell lockheart everything we know!” Harry yelled as he ran up the steps of the DADA classroom “PROFESSOR WE HAVE SOME INFORMATION FOR YOU!” Harry said as lockheart frantically packed his bags “just where the hell do you think you’re going” Artemis’s voice low “urgent call unavoidable” “WHAT ABOUT GINNY!” She yelled as Ron asked about his sister “YOU CANT JUST LEAVE YOU COWARD!” She yelled as the four of them held their wands to his face “youre helping us. And you cant say no.” Apollo said in a dangerous voice Harry and Ron led them to the bathroom “Okay Harry. What next?” Artemis asked “try speaking parselmouth to the sink” Ron suggested soon the sinks started moving opening a slide “well? Who first?” Lockheart asked “you have got to be joking” Artemis rolled her eyes at him “youre the adult you go first!” She exclaimed shoving him forward “hurry up lets get Ginny” she rolled her eyes at the lot of them jumping in after him they run through the pipes when they find a snake skin “Harry. Stay close to me” she whispered Gilderoy fainted and snatched Rons wand Apollo pulls Ron behind him raising his wand mimicking Artemis on the other side of the chamber he makes a low threat when he tried to obliviate Ron his wand backfired “PROTEGO!” Apollo placed a protection spell over him and Ron and separated Artemis and Harry from Apollo and Ron as the dust settled around them “HARRY! HARRY!” Ron called out “LIA! LIA YOU ALRIGHT?!?” Apollo called out “IM FINE!” She yelled “RON!” Harry yelled “WE’RE ALRIGHT TOO!” He yelled “lockhearts memory charm backfired! He dosent remember anything!” Ron yelled out “STAY THERE! We’ll find Ginny!” Artemis yelled “BE CAREFUL LIA!” Apollo screamed “i dont want to get punched by Fred” he said more to himself than to the group “oh tell me about it when he finds out she was in danger he’s going to lose his marbles. In love with her that one its bloody disgusting” Ron looked to Apollo “i think its cute” Apollo chuckles “its nice someone else has my sister’s back” Apollo looked at Ron “we all have Artie’s back even if she calls me Carrots” he rolls his eyes “i swear shes an older Ginny sometimes. But theres no one better to have in your corner than Artemis” he said sitting down on the ground after knocking out lockheart

Harry and Artemis come to a door thats made out of snakes he speaks parselmouth to it and it opens in the room lies Ginny on the floor in the chamber “Harry” Artemis grabs his shoulder they look at eachother and ran to Ginny “Harry why the fuck is that?!” Artemis screamed trying to wake Ginny up “i think thats Tom Riddle” he whispered “Tom help us. We have to get her out of here!” He yelled “Harry i dont think he’s on our side” she said suddenly the water started flowing faster as he spelled out his name ‘voldemort’ her eyes widened “HARRY! GET BACK!” She yelled standing in front of Ginnys unconscious body he spoke to the giant snake that chased us “join me. And you two shall survive. Ginny must die the weaker she grows. The stronger i get” he repeats as Harry gets chased by the basilisk “AND BETRAY ALBUS! HE IS THE GREATEST WIZARD KNOWN TO MAN MY LOYALTIES LIE WITH HIM” Artemis yelled holding her ground in front of Ginny she unzipped her bag whistling her whistle soon Kamaile and Igneous fly out of the bag “Iggie Guard Ginny keep her safe. Kamaile come with me we have to help Harry!” Kamaile claws the eyes of the basilisk out when Fawkes comes in dropping the sorting hat “ah ms. Artemis. How nice to see you” the hat spoke “FOOLISH GIRL! You think you can defeat the basilisk with songbirds and old hats! You are much more powerful than this rise to your full potential daughter of the great wizard Merlin the future heir will be born from you” He yelled out as Artemis ran to where Harry was getting there just in time she looks in the hat and takes the sword out of the hat “HARRY! Get to Ginny now!” She yelled Igneous can only do so much!” He nodded as she took on the basilisk on her own she led it back to the front of the chamber when she heard Harrys anguished scream the basilisk tripped her making her land on her back she groaned dropping the sword just out of reach as the basilisk opened its large mouth about to snap down on her he grabbed the sword and the basilisk bit down lodging three fangs into her arm as the sword embedded it self into its skull effectively killing it she takes the fangs out of her upper arm Ginny slowly starting to wake “Artemis. We have to stab the diary before we all die down here” Harry groaned in pain she nodded whistling again “Kamaile back in the bag!” She yelled “Iggie i need you to help me” she started to breathe heavy as the venom started to work its way through her system Harry defeated Tom Riddle grabbing his Diary and basilisk fang Ginny shoots awake “come on Gin. Put your arms around me i have to get you out of here before i dont have any strength left. Harry. Take Igneous and get Ron Apollo and lockheart out of here. Meet us at the hospital wing” she breathes heavily he nodded Ginny wrapped her arms around Artemis’s neck as she snapped her fingers “POMFREY!” She yelled in the darkness of the room Ginny lets go of her the doors fly open revealing George, Fred and Percy following behind Minerva

“Ginny!” Percy yelled as he cupped her face in his hand Artemis’s vision started to fade with black dots she stumbled back before she could hit the ground Fred caught her “woah there voice i got you” he cooed looking up to Ginny “she got bit by the basilisk!” Ginny yelled as Fred laid her down on the cott George coming to the other side of Ginny bombarding her with questions Fawkes came flying in landing on her knees crying onto her bite marks ‘i got here just in time’ Fawkes thought as the tears healed him “thanks Fawkes, i owe you my life”Artemis breathes out to him as she pets his head Dumbledore comes in and sees Artemis petting Fawkes “ah Ms. Black. you mustve shown great loyalty to gryffindor and myself if Fawkes was summoned to you. might i have a word with you, Apollo and Harry when you get sorted out?” he asks as Artemis looked over to Ron Harry and Apollo “you three okay?” she asked “thanks to you yes” Harry said she whistles out opening her bag Igneous flies in she finally looks over to Fred who slowly walked over to her and breathlessly says “you saved my sister my little sister” putting his hands on to the collar of her shirt smashing his lips on hers shock flowed through Artemis her eyes wide as she melts into the kiss kissing him back she puts her hand on his face he wrapped an arm around her neck taking her face in his hands as he pulls away slightly “that was for saving my sister” he breathed out giving her a soft smile his heart racing her face matching the color of his hair he heads straight to Ginny her fingers touch her mouth in surprise as Harry smirks at her “lets go see what Dumbledore wants yeah?” he asks as the pair slowly walk out of the room Harry and her walk out of the infirmary he sees her walk to harry about to leave“PROTECT HER POTTER!” Fred yelled “dont let her out of your sight. Bring Voice back to me alive and safe” he walked up to harry holding out his hand for him to shake “i’ll protect her with my life. The way she protects me and all of us” Harry said shaking his hand “i’ll hold you to it Potter” Fred squeezes his hand letting go “i’ll talk to you after we go see Dumbledore?” She asked “im sorry about the kiss” he put his head on hers “friends?” A knife stabbed through his heart as the question flew from his mouth her smile faltered and her anxiety filled her she leaned into him lips brushing against his before she could stop herself she pressed her lips gently on his, he took in her strawberry lipgloss she breathed out leaning back slightly his lips tasted like cinnamon as if to test the waters he moved back to her face moving his lips slowly against hers with more fervor he lets out a shaky breath when she pulls away fully not wanting to stop kissing her “there. Now you cant be sorry for kissing me because i kissed you too. friends. Best friends. Take care of Ginny for me” she smiles leaning her forehead against his “talk more when i get back?” She asked he nodded pressing a kiss to her forehead “Always Voice. My voice” he whispered.

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Still in shock of what had just happened “you think that it meant something more?” Harry asked breaking the silence “i think it was just an excitement thing. I dont think he’ll remember it tomorrow” she sighed out her voice cracking in hurt “im not so sure about that Lia girl that second kiss is like he didnt want you to stop kissing him” Apollo said bumping her shoulder “you shouldve heard the way he talked about you” he continued “you all keep saying that” she rolled her eyes at them “you love him dont you?” Harry asked curiously “I think i always have. I probably always will.” She whispered Harry gave her a reassuring smile “i think he’s in love with you too for what its worth, with the way he keeps threatening me” Harry gave her a small smile “he deserves someone who isnt broken.” She whispered “youre not broken Artemis” Apollo said sternly “traumatized maybe. But youre not broken” Apollo wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “How are things going with Lee?” She asked him “theyre going great. He’s amazing Artemis” Apollo smiled “im happy for you Baba” she smiled as the phoenix statue took them up “ah yes, hello kids” Albus stated as they approached the desk “have a seat” he said as they sat down “the diary if you please mr. Potter” he said holding out his hand Harry hands him the diary “sir…” Artemis started “while we were battling Riddle and the Basilisk. He called me Daughter of the great wizard Merlin… and that the next heir would be born from me…. Just what did he mean by that?” She asked “Apollo, Artemis. Your mother left this in my care after she got sick” he said handing them a phial of her memories “she instructed me to give them to you when you two were ready. I do believe that time has come” he raised his hands and the pensive came out of the wall “go on my dear.” He said as she dumped the phial into the water she glanced to Apollo who just grabbed her hand reassuringly they dipped their heads into the pensive

‘Sirius, theres things we need to talk about Love’ as she rubbed her belly ‘about me’ she sighed out he sat down next to her on the bed ‘im listening love’ he smiled ‘long… long ago a wizard who helped a man named Arthur who wielded a sword called excalibur in a passed life, that wizard then came to America, he settled down on an island in the middle of the pacific ocean. His golden eyes landed on a girl…. A girl he instantly fell in love with they went on to have a baby that was named Marlene, who carried the golden eyes her father carried the ability to speak to animals the ability to touch and play memories in others heads to know what their thinking when looking into their eyes. Marlene went on to marry a pureblooded wizard from england. Of the last name Nott’ she said quietly ‘from that line came my mother, Artemis. That wizard who started my lines name was Merlin’ she breathed out as he squeezed her knee ‘these babies… the females inherit the traits while the males, the males are seers.’ She looked at him ‘our babies are heirs of Merlin, theyll be in danger, especially with the dark lord gaining power. He’ll seek out the daughters to strengthen his line’ ‘Athena. Nothings going to happen to our children’ he put a hand on her belly ‘you dont understand Sirius! Im a seer!’ She yelled ‘I inherited both abilities, theyre going to hurt our daughter!’ She cried into her hands ‘love…. Our daughter will be fine.’ ‘Shes mine. He sent in the papers. Legally. Both of our kids. Theyre both mine Pualena’ he whispered into her hair ‘and i wont let anything bad happen to our babies. Altear and Narcissa, Moony and James will protect them’ he chuckles ‘heaven forbid anyone get in the path of Lily and Jake. Theyre crazy those two’ he laughed ‘come on. Lets go to bed. I’ll sing to you’ he rubs her back the memory flashes to Dumbledores office ‘Albus! Albus! Sirius is going to get framed! We need to move James Lily and Harry now! Hes going to kill them!’ She yelled ‘what will you give me in return?’ He asked ‘anything! Everything! Me! Kill me.’ She whispered ‘Me for Harry. My god son. And Lily his mother.’ she held out her hand ‘i’ll take your bargain but if Lily doesnt come willingly theres nothing i can do. For sure Harry will be safe.’ Albus sighs out ‘just keep me alive long enough to get this baby out’ she sighed he nodded making the deal handing her the potion she downed it shaking her hand ‘promise me youll take care of Artemis and Apollo. I left you the vision, the prophecy. If this is how winning the war will play out. I’ll do it. But im going to fight for my husband.’ she said looking into his eyes ‘i wouldnt expect anything less Athena.’ He said quietly the memory fades into another ‘LYING SON OF A BITCH!’ Athena threw a pan at Albus ‘YOU SAID HARRY WOULD BE SAFE! YOU GAVE HIM TO THE DURSLEYS! HES ANYTHING BUT SAFE!’ She yelled ‘HARRY IS MY GOD SON HE WAS SUPPOSED TO COME TO ME! IT WAS WRITTEN IN JAMES’S WILL!! I SIGNED THE ADOPTION PAPERS! HARRY’S MY SON TOO!’ ‘Athena. You have a few months left to live. The curse is eating you and you wanted to take the child!’ He reasoned ‘ANYTHINGS BETTER THAN GIVING HIM TO PETUNIA AND VERNON!’ She screamed ‘this is the way things have to play out you know as well as i that this is what has to play out’ Albus takes her hands in his

‘My four kids deserve better than this theyre all under five! Fighting an adult war! How is this fair!” She cried “its not fair, not at all Athena. But its what has to happen. How Regulus died. And how Sirius was framed. The kids your kids, theyll be the ones to end the war.’ He looked at her ‘and youre sure Artemis and Apollo have to go to Walburga?’ ‘Im sorry Athena.’ He said as she broke down in tears he comforted her ‘i dont think im going to make it to Reggies birth’ she whispered ‘this potion is getting worse’ she whispered ‘im sorry Athena. Its just a few more weeks you have to hold out’ he brushes her hair out of her face ‘does it have to be Artemis! Does she really need to go through all this!!’ Athena yelled ‘shes going to be… theyre going to…’ Athena breaks down ‘let me take her place I’m the true heir!’ Athena yelled ‘Athena, the curse is killing you she needs to take your place’ Albus shook his head ‘shes just a little girl!’ Athena yelled falling to her knees

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She got to the great hall where everyone was sitting Apollo sitting next to Lee talking happily she sat down across from Fred between Harry and Apollo glancing up to him he gave her a small shy smile “hey” he said from across the table “hey heart” she smiled a smile that made his heart sped up when the great halls doors opened again Hermione bounced down the halls she ran straight to Artemis and Harry almost knocking her down in a hug she lets go and shakes Rons hand Hagrid thanks Harry and they eat their feast she entered her dorm room and went into her bag with her folded belongings floating behind her humming to herself Apollo placing his trunk into the library he started playing her ukulele she looked at him “come on Art i wanna see” he said as he played the intro of the song “Apollo really not right now” he dragged her out to the enchanted beach “just this once” he said playing the song “fine.” She smiled “makaukau” he asked “ ʻAe” she said readying herself “ooooooh ooh haaa haaaah hoooo oooh” he sung as she moved gracefully “Mohala mai kapua i ka la” she swayed her hips moving her hands in a fluid motion “ola no kaʻaina i kaua” she spun slowly going into the next movements “e kuu pua kiele nani e koʻala o nauna e maku nei” she swayed her hips to his singing her eyes following her hand movements throughout the song smiling a big smile “e kua hoʻoheno mai i luna, e hiwahiwa na ka puuwai” she crossed her hands on her chest Fred and George standing slack jawed at the entrance of the bag “e kuʻu pua kiele nani e he nani lua ole alohi nei” she looks up bringing her crossed arms from her waist up and out in a circle bending her knees and standing with her arms open level with her shoulders flipping her hands up she brings her left arm up into an L shape “e pa aheahe kamakani i ka honua” bringing her left arm over her head and back again as he sang the line walking backward as both hands go over her head swaying her hips bringing her hands out in front of her waist dancing palms down to her chest moving to the side bringing her arms in “E kuʻuipo e lei noa i kou aloha” up and around her neck spreading her arms out wide turning “e kuʻuipo, e lei noa i kou aloha” she danced the last of the song out bowing with one arm to the side one arm stretched out Fred watched her dance like he was in a trance he couldnt tear his eyes away from her his heart stilled in his chest it was like it was hard for him to breathe Apollo was the first to look up and to the entrance of the bag George and Fred still looking at Artemis Apollo smirked when she looked up she turned her head to the side and looked at the twins “oh… hey” she stood up cheeks burning red “ive gotta finish packing and securing the animals” she said turning her heel “that. Was hula” Apollo smirked walking over to Fred putting an arm over his shoulders “amazing isnt she?” Fred gulped down nodding looking in the direction she went in “go. Tell her you love her” Apollo said “its not the right time yet” Fred looked to his Brother and Apollo. “Rubbish” George started “nows the perfect time. Dont muck up that kiss” “im not ready George” Fred shook his head “its okay to take it slow” Apollo said pushing him forward “dont hurt my sister” he said as Fred walked “wouldnt dream of it Apollo”

He walked into Igneous’s pen where she was rubbing a potion onto his side to soothe the cut he got from Riddle “there we go boy. That should do it” she smiled up at the bird he put his head on hers “thank you.. for protecting Ginny while i went after the Basilisk” she grinned “fish dinners for a week” his tongue licked her cheek as Fred walked up to the bird “so its you who i have to thank” he petted the birds neck as he looked up into his eyes “we were all losing our minds back in the common room. And when we couldnt find Harry or Artie. We knew something was a foot” he continued to talk to the bird “seeing her faint in the hospital wing was one of the most scariest things ive ever had to witness next to her almost dying last year, and when Ginny said she got bitten by the basilisk i thought she was going to leave me alone. And my world was going to shrink down to just me and George again. Which is a total prat thing to think cause Apollo Harry and Hermione is our friends as well i cant imagine my life without voice in it. It wouldnt be the same it wouldnt be what it is now…” he sighed out as the thunderbird laid down “when she was okay. It felt like a weight was taken off of my chest. My best friend…. Saved my baby sister. She took a basilisk bite for my little sister… i had to kiss her. I dont know what came over me its like my body wasnt my own, and my body acted. I thought i fucked it up with the best friendship i ever had but then when i apologize. she kissed me back. And told me now i cant be sorry cause she kissed me too… then i saw her dance. Im scared for things to change between us.. not yet it feels too soon to change, maybe im being an idiot and a coward and i dont want her think im ignoring what happened between us… cause im not ignoring it or forgetting about it. How could i forget my first kiss… it took my breath away… and i dont want her to think that i dont want too. Cause i do, i did want to kiss her. I just dont want to overwhelm her and make her pull away from me…. Not when i just got someone as amazing loving kind and sweet to be my friend… i dont want to lose that if it was too much too soon” her heart sped up “youre not going to lose me Heart. I was scared too.” Her voice soft “i wanted to do what i did.” She smiled at him “youre amazing Kahalialaulani. Youre my voice” he whispered moving a piece of her hair out of her face “and youre my heart” she said “we keep eachother safe.” He smiled as she finished the sentence

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thinking back on our love when we first started dating makes me devastated and so does thinking back on our love in its best moments. why do i feel like everything went downhill and the person i thought id spend the rest of my life with eventually just started getting on my nerves to the point that i pushed him out. that’s why i fell for her all of a sudden i mean nothing else changed at all. what was different this year. my hope in my relationship i think that’s what was. it’s just that now that things got scary i want to go back on it and not do anything about it and be with my permanent lover and pretend like everything is fine but is it really? because now that this is affecting me externally instead of just internally it matters a lot more and i have the proof that things really are different and it’s not in my head. i also hate how this affects her now and i really wish every single day that i never dragged her into this. i really wish so so so hard that i just never told her the truth and we never had that conversation and that night she was drunk and hitting on me and i wasn’t reciprocating and then she was upset and the rest of the night i just let it be. i can’t handle seeing people upset, especially her. i couldn’t handle it knowing that the reason she was upset is because she thought things weren’t reciprocated when the truth is they really were and at that point i had fully believed what i felt for her was stronger than what she felt for me. at this point i think that its equal, i just think she has a lot less consequences with changing her life so suddenly to be with me and i also think she has no romantic feelings left for her boyfriend while i still have strong romantic feelings left for mine. i really do love both of them romantically it’s such a weird feeling it’s tearing me apart. ive never felt so strongly for 2 people at the same time - ive had crushes on 2 people at the same time before but usually one was significantly stronger and the other was just like a “distraction crush”. never in my life did i think i loved two people at the same time - never ever ever. but i do now i really truly think i do. and it’s really hard for me to deal with it because i can’t have both of them and neither of them even want that they’re both expecting me to choose - my boyfriend not knowing anything yet but i know he’s gonna want me to choose. and her boyfriend too - i don’t think he wants to share i think he either wants in or out. and i can’t i really can’t and that’s why this will. forever be the biggest and most upsetting decision ive ever had to make. a big big BIG part of me wants to escape from it fully and literally move back to my home country and not be able to have either of them. even if that hurts me a lot - ALL OPTIONS HURT ME. if anyone ever stumbles upon this they would prob think im a crazy person or like damn get over it or damn be poly or something and chill. this is tearing up my entire life apart. i literally don’t want to live anymore and although other recent factors come into play, this is the biggest reason why. i can’t handle it - im not strong, i can’t handle anything, i don’t want to deal with anything, and i wish i couldn’t die. i don’t want to kill myself also because im a pussy, which makes things harder, but also because i really want to be happy someday and i want to feel like myself again and if i have a slight chance of surviving this i truly really hope i make it. but it’s hard it’s so hard and i can’t do it and i feel like im going insane every fucking day of my life it’s literally all i think about it’s on my mind 24/7 no matter where i am or who im with or what im doing. and it feels pathetic that everyone around me is stepping on eggshells around me and it’s like i want them to be real with me but also no i don’t because i actually can’t fucking handle it ! so i guess id rather them be on eggshells but i just…. feel so pathetic about it. and i already feel so pathetic like im a pussy! i’m a fucking pussy! i got here myself i dug my own grave and i can’t fucking handle it.

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Bucky Barnes Imagines - Some Sunny Day Part 1

AN: My Marvel obsession has been lying dormant since Endgame finished but Wandavision and Falcon and Winter Soldier have brought it back to life.... This is going to be a series based off the show. Kind of like my ‘Oh Dear’ fic, it’s the series with an added characters and story lines.

Summary: Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.

In this chapter: You reunite with Sam and Bucky (Based on S1 EP2)

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 6,883

Warnings: Spoilers for episode 2, strong language, violence.

You and Bucky had always been close.

You were close with Steve before Bucky joined the avengers and you fought on Steve’s side during the small civil war between the avengers.

Steve was your best friend and Sam always knew how to make you smile but there was something about Bucky that was different to the rest of the avengers.

You had spent some time in Wakanda with Bucky at Steve’s request and you two had always fought side by side and it crushed Steve when you both taken during the blip and he wasn't.

When you returned, you were thrust back into battle almost immediately. The final fight against Thanos which resulted in you losing Tony and then Steve.

Nothing seemed to matter except the fact you had been gone for 5 whole years. You had missed 5 whole years with your friends and family. They had changed whilst you were gone and you came back the same as you left.

When Steve returned the infinity stones, he hadn’t given you warning that he wasn’t coming back the same age he was going in but he had warned Bucky. They had spoken about it before apparently and after everything, you felt kind of betrayed.

You knew you’d never understand Steve’s choice but it was his choice. You were just upset Bucky didn’t warn you.

You returned to your home town after that day.

You returned to find some people had changed and some hadn’t but you knew you wanted to be around and spend time with them.

After all the years fighting for the avengers and only calling every once in a blue moon. It seemed to finally dawn on you that you should spend time with them whilst you still could.

However, that only lasted around 6 months before you found yourself answering a phone call from Sam.

You were at a birthday party for one of your old school friend’s daughters when you felt your phone go off.

You put down one of the little girls who had be asking you a hundred questions about being apart of the avengers and excused yourself from the party.

“Tell me why I got an awful feeling when I saw your caller ID come up on my phone.” You answered, folding your free hand under your arm as you leant against the wall.

“It’s cause your subconscious is reminding you about that one time you said no when I asked you out on a date and you regret that now.” Sam’s voice instantly made you crack a smile.

“Or maybe it’s because every time I get a call from you it’s to do with the world ending or something worse.” You shot back.

“It’s good to hear your voice too.” Sam chuckled at your comment before he had responded.

“So what’s going on? I haven’t heard much from you in months.” You asked.

“That’s around the time you up and left us for the old way of living.” Sam reminded you that you were the one that decided to go cold agent and return home.

“There isn’t anything wrong with a little quiet.” You told him as you looked back through the window to the children that were the opposite of quiet.

“No there isn't.” Sam agreed, “However, I got a situation here at the moment that I could really use your help with.”

“I guess it’s a bit bigger than the usual military op or you wouldn’t be calling?” You frowned. You were in the loop enough to know Sam had been apart of the airforce these past 6 months and had been taking part in frequent missions but nothing that concerned you.

“I’m sending you over the details now. I’d appreciate it if you could come.” Sam sent you through a file and you pulled your phone away from your ear to open it.

“You don’t need to convince me, Sam. I’ll be there since I know you wouldn’t ask unless it was serious.” You answered honestly.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you soon then.” You could practically hear Sam’s smirk through the phone.

“Depends how quick I can get a bag together and your jet can get me to you.” You told him as you picked up your jacket from the coat rack.

“Well it’s no Red Wing but it’s pretty fast.” Sam stated. “Oh and (Y/n)... You haven’t seen the news in the past hour or so, have you?”

“No? Why?” You frowned at the hesitation in Sam’s voice.

“Just... take a look.” Sam told you before you ended the call.

You opened up the news on your phone and what you saw made your mouth go dry and your stomach drop.

‘JOHN WALKER; NEW CAPTAIN AMERICA’

You felt an anger rise up in you as you watched the wannabe waltz onto screen with Steve’s shield in his paws.

When Sam gave up the shield, you didn’t know how to feel at first but now... now you weren’t surprised Sam didn’t elaborate on what he wanted you to see.

You said your apologies and your goodbyes pretty swiftly and you had already stashed an emergency bag ready to go under your bed so you were soon on your way.

It didn’t take terribly long to get to the air base where Sam was waiting for you.

“Who the hell is this guy and why is he calling himself the new Captain America?”

“Nice to see you too.” Sam wasn’t surprised at the attitude once you stepped off the plane.

“Sam, first you call me up to help deal with this wannabe terrorist group and now I just find out that Steve’s shield, which you gave up, is being held by some wannabe superhero.” You dumped your bag on the floor as you closed the gap between you and Sam.

“Trust me, I’m not happy about it either and I knew nothin about it but we have bigger fish to fry right now so can we cut the dramatic and get to actually saying hello?” Sam stared down at you with his hands on his hips.

You sighed and gave in.

You wrapped your arms around the man and hugged him warmly.

“I’m sorry. I just––”

“–I know.” Sam didn’t need your apology. He understood how you were feeling. You both loved Steve so much.

“Miss (Y/N)(Y/L/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” A voice brought your attention away from Sam to a man approaching you both.

“(Y/n), Torres. Torres, (Y/n).” Sam introduced you to the uniformed man and you shook his hand politely.

“Nice to meet you.” You weren’t sure if you had gotten used to the way most civilians looked at you after you became apart of the avengers. When you joined you didn’t realise becoming famous would be apart of the gig.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but Miss (Y/L/N) has to come with me to get logged into the clearance system and sort out a couple things.” Torres pointed over his shoulder as he explained.

“And by that he means sign an autograph for his kid sister.” Sam teased the man.

“What?” Torres’ cheeks tinged pink. “No!”

“It’s alright. Lead the way.” You picked up your bag and sent a quick smile to Sam before turning back to Torres. “Oh and you can call me (Y/n) by the way.”

It didn’t take too long for Torres to fill you in on Sam’s plan for the mission as he logged in a few details so you could have clearance around the airbase.

You did end up signing an autograph after a little tiptoeing around the question and then by the time you walked back out into the open you spotted someone you hadn’t expected to see.

It was Bucky.

“Looking good for a senior citizen.” You spoke up as you approached Sam and Bucky.

Bucky had his back to you but the sound of your voice soon paused his conversation with Sam and he spun around.

“Hey Buck.” You smiled but you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. “Long time no see.”

“(Y/n).” Bucky stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you.

You chuckled at his tight embrace but hugged him back just as tight all the same.

“You, uh, you look good.” Bucky cleared his throat as he pulled away from you.

“If you’ll excuse us, Casanova, we got places to be.” Sam tried to pull you away from Bucky but Bucky only followed.

“I’m coming with you.” Bucky announced.

“No, you’re not!” Sam argued.

You hadn’t missed the men’s bickering...

In spite of Sam’s protest, Bucky ended up on the flight anyway.

“So how’s it been away from the Avengers?” Bucky asked you as you both prepared for the mission.

Sam was up with Torres in the cockpit so you and Bucky were alone for the first time since you saw each other.

“It’s been okay. Spending time at home. Doing non-hero regular folk stuff.” You chuckled weakly as you pulled off your sweater. Bucky’s eyes fell to your chest as you had only wore a vest underneath. You felt your cheeks burn as you pretended not to notice.

“Uh, same.” Bucky cleared his throat before he spoke.. “Been strange without you around.”

“Buck, you know I needed time away from everything. From Sam, from you... After Steve, I...” You let your words drop away.

There was a short silence before Bucky decided to change the subject.

“I’ve been seeing a therapist. Court mandated. She’s got me doing this whole redemption thing. Contacting people in my past. Making things right.”

“And how’s that going for you?” You couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the idea of Bucky forcing himself to face his past at the request of a therapist.

“Well I have three rules I’m meant to stick to and let’s say I’m not exactly following them closely.” Bucky admitted as he folded his hoodie.

“Does your therapist know that?” You cocked an eyebrow at the man with a light amused expression.

“What do you think.” Bucky smirked back at you.

“Be careful. I might tell on you.” You sighed playfully.

“You’re actually on the list.” Bucky suddenly confessed. “I wanted to make things right after...” Bucky paused for a moment. “...After Steve. I should have warned you. Should have told you the truth.”

“Bucky.” You stopped him. “It’s okay. Steve made a choice and he chose to talk to you about it. You’re his best friend and the only other person on the team who could’ve really understood why he did what he did. I’m not holding it against you.”

“I’m still sorry.” Bucky looked you in the eyes as he spoke, “You were with him for so long when I wasn’t around. You should’ve got a real warning.”

“Thanks Buck.” You pressed your lips into a brief sad smile before looking down at your boots.

“I’ve really missed you, (Y/n).” Bucky uttered.

“I really missed you too.” You stopped tying your lace to look up at the man.

His short hair had really revealed his face and you couldn’t help but notice every part of it. The lines by his eyes when he smiled, the curve of his lips, the shadow that was just coming on.

You straightened up and stepped towards the man.

“I like the new haircut by the way.” You reached up and let your fingers brush the top of his forehead. “Makes you look almost like a civilian.”

Bucky couldn’t help but feel his body tense under your touch.

“You look tired though.” You let your hand drop down to his cheek. “Not been sleeping well?”

Bucky forced himself to move away from your touch.

“Bad dreams.” Bucky murmured.

“I figured therapy might have been helping you with those.” You frowned, “I remember sharing wake up duty with Steve like it was yesterday.”

“Every time it was your turn you’d make hot coco.” Bucky reminded you. It brought back images of you and Bucky sat in a small kitchen drinking hot chocolate that you had made despite Bucky’s insisting that he didn’t want any.

“Seems like a lifetime ago.” You smiled but the memories only made you feel dismal. It seemed those were simpler times. Steve was still around, at least.

Bucky handed you your jacket in the silence and you took it gratefully.

“I’m not interrupting something, am I?” Sam said rather loudly as he climbed down the ladder.

“No, we were just getting ready which is what you should be doing.” You picked up Sam’s bag and tossed it to him which he caught effortlessly. “I’m going to check a few things with Torres. Try not to kill each other whilst I’m gone.”

Bucky watched you climb the ladder up to the cockpit and Sam watched Bucky.

“I’ll never understand why you won’t just shoot your shot with the girl.” Sam shook his head as he opened his duffle.

“Shoot my what?” Bucky glared over at the man with confusion clear in his eyes.

“Your shot, man. (Y/n) has clearly been in love with you since Steve dragged your ass onto the team. What she sees in you compared to this, I’ll never understand but she clearly sees something.” Sam had gestured to himself when he spoke but Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“Maybe instead of talking about (Y/n), you should actually tell me what the plan is?” Bucky suggested as he zipped up his jacket securely.

“How about you stop avoiding your feelings?” Sam retorted which made Bucky shut up and sit down.

“I’m not avoiding my feelings.” Bucky grumbled as he glared at the man.

“Yeah right.” Sam scoffed, shaking his head as he started to change.

You didn’t return to the boys until you were approaching the drop off.

“(Y/n), you’ll be out first.” Torres explained as you put in your ear piece, trying your hardest to ignore Bucky and Sam starring daggers at each other behind you.

“Great. See you on the ground, fellas.” You jumped from the aircraft just as you heard Bucky ask what the plan was in your earpiece.

You had to jump earlier then the men since you were approaching the building from another angle but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hear them bicker still on the aircraft.

When you reached the warehouse, you remained hidden in the trees. You watched several people start to load two trucks with large boxes.

“You’re doing the staring thing again. They’re in there.” You heard Sam’s voice in your earpiece. He must have been talking to Bucky inside the warehouse.

“Where’s the guy?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t know. I think they’re smuggling weapons, though.” Sam responded before you could.

“Well, I think you could be right.” Bucky agreed with a passive aggressive tone. “But there’s only one way to find out. I see a clear path. I say we take it.”

“We’re not assassins.” Sam argued with Bucky.

“I’ll see you inside or not.” Bucky must've walked away from what you could hear.

“Hey, come on, man. I’m just messing with you! Come back.” You could practically see Sam’s smile in your head.

“If you guys are done, I have a visual on the targets. They’re loading up two red trucks.”

“We’re moving up now.” Bucky replied to you.

“Look at you. All stealthy.” Sam was teasing him. “A little time in Wakanda and you come out White Panther.”

“It’s actually White Wolf.” Bucky corrected him and Sam’s reaction almost made you laugh out loud.

You tried to move closer to the trucks to see exactly what was going inside but it was risky with the group constantly checking around them.

“All right, I’m inside. Therefore, way ahead of you. It’s not great, but very doable.” Bucky’s voice came up again. “Hello. How are you?” Bucky sounded irritated. Sam must've snuck up on him.

“Good. What did I miss? Nothing.” Sam whispered back.

“All right, let’s go.” Bucky commanded but Sam stopped him.

“No, wait.”

“I got a vibranium arm. I can take them.” Bucky held up his arm as he fought against Sam’s halt.

“And I can fly. Who gives a shit?” Sam muttered. “Wait. I want to see where they’re going.”

“Guys I may not be in the same location as you but I can hear everything you’re saying so quick the arguing” You whispered lowly as you kept your eyes trained on the trucks.

You tried to zone out the boys bickering as you crept forward. A crashing noise from inside the warehouse made you jump back and hide as the flash smasher members all stopped and looked.

“Be careful.” You hissed at the both of them.

“It wasn’t my fault.” Bucky tried to defend himself but frankly you didn't care. The trucks were staring to close up and their engines switched on.

You watched the people pile into the trucks and you dived over, taking hold of the backdoors and clinging on.

“They have a hostage.” Sam told you as the trucks drove off with you attached.

“Then get moving.” You commanded. You pulled open the door you were hanging to and opened it.

“No sight of a hostage in here.” You informed Sam as you looked around. “Just boxes of vaccines.”

“I found her.” Bucky must've gotten inside the other truck. “Hi. You okay?” Bucky’s voice was then followed by a crashing sound.

However, you had your own problems...

You heard a loud bang behind you and you turned to see two men at the end of the truck. They both had masks on.

“Cute masks.” You taunted them before they charged at you.

You threw three knives at them, two managed to hit one of the men in the thigh and chest but the second man had knocked the third one away.

You went to attack the uninjured one first as he drew closer, you punched him but he was strong. He didn’t even flinch.

You felt a small panic in your chest as you started to fight. He was taking moves that would usually floor someone like he was being attacked by a pillow.

You managed to get him to the ground by wrapping your thighs around his neck and flipping him over you before you threw another knife at the injured soldier. He seemed to retreat, climbing out of the truck and onto the roof.

“Could use some back up, Sam!” You called out as you followed.

You climbed up onto the roof and the first soldier chased after you. The injured one grabbed hold of Bucky along with a third guy and so you were left with the big one.

You heard Redwing shooting at the roof before you saw it but a redheaded female smashed it in half like it was but a plastic toy.

With that, Sam finally swooped in and started throwing punches.

He was thrown to the other roof as you continued to fight your own battle. You were getting tired and his punches seemed to only be getting stronger and more painful each time.

You pulled out another knife but he grabbed your wrist and squeezed. You couldn’t help but cry out at the pressure, you dropped it before he could break your wrist.

Then suddenly a helicopter appeared from what seemed like nowhere. Cap’s shield bounced off one of Sam’s attackers as two new bodies joined the fight.

The distraction allowed you to kick your attacker off the truck and start to help Bucky.

“Sam, John Walker; Captain America.”

“Lemar Hoskins.”

“Looks like you guys could use some help.” Walker and his sidekick introduced themselves.

A surge of rage from the introduction of ‘Captain America’ helped you regain some adrenaline. You turned and started to fight once again.

You let yourself become distracted as Bucky fell from the side of the truck which allowed one of the guys to send you off the truck too.

Sam was quick to fall back with his suit and grab you before you hit the concrete road. However, the impact of him grabbing you did leave you winded.

“Bucky.” You wheezed as the man settled you on the side of the road.

Sam flew up and chased after the trucks.

You took a moment, wincing at your aching body before you rose to your feet and took off in their direction.

You couldn’t catch up to the trucks but it didn’t take long to find Bucky and Sam once you spotted they were both coming out of a field.

“If someone told me I’d be fighting a whole bunch of super soldiers today I would’ve wore my nice pants.” You stated as you approached the two men.

“We knew they were strong but not like this.” Sam defended himself from your anger.

“One of those guys took a knife to the chest and could still walk away.” You threw your arms up as you informed him. This was so much worse than the documents had described.

“It’s going to take a lot more than just a knife to stop these guys.” Bucky’s eyes seemed to carry a storm as he thought.

“How can this be possible? I thought the super soldier serum was gone. What happened in Siberia was supposed to have put an end to it all.” You remembered the failed super soldiers as clear as day.

“We know about as much as you, (Y/n). Unless you tried to, you know, your weird seeing thing?” Sam asked.

“No. It takes it out of me and I can’t do it whilst I’m trying to fight for my life so.” You shook your head as you walked beside the men. Whilst you weren’t as powerful as some of the Avengers, you were a great assassin like Natasha Romanoff. Your talent was your knife throwing but under all the training and all the knowledge, there was a gift. A gift you’d had since birth.

If you touched someone, you could see their entire past, everything they had experienced up until that moment. It really drained you of your energy and over the years you trained yourself so that you could switch it on and off so it didn’t happen every time you touched someone but when you did use it, it usually required a lie down afterwards.

“Sorry about Redwing.” Bucky spoke up after a moment of silence.

“No, you’re not.” Sam rolled his eyes at the fake apology before asking: “What’s going on in that big cyborg brain of yours?”

“It’s computing.” Bucky grumbled.

“You know what? I can actually see it. I can see the gears turning. Oh, they’re malfunctioning, shutting down. Yep, they’re on fire.” Sam couldn’t help but make fun of Bucky which only made you walk ahead of the men. You weren’t in the mood for this.

“We gotta figure out where the serum’s coming from.” You said to stop their silliness.

“Yeah. And how in the hell after 80 years are there eight Super Soldiers runnin’ loose?” Sam agreed with you just as a transport vehicle began to pull up along side him.

“So that didn’t go as planned, huh?” John Walker’s voice penetrated the space like a foul smelling fart.

He opened the truck’s door to allow you all to hop in but you all ignored him.

“Alright. Let’s keep going.” He told the driver before directing his attention back to you. “Look, at least we know what we’re up against now, huh? And we’re pretty sure it’s one of the Big Three, so…”

"Aliens, androids, or wizards?” Sam spoke up just to prove to Bucky that others knew of the ‘Big Three.’

“Pretty sure.” Walker nodded.

“There’s no such thing as wizards.” Bucky exclaimed which made you cock an eyebrow at the man. You clearly missed a conversation here.

“Then it’s aliens, or androids.” Walker shrugged as if it were obvious.

“––Or Super Soldiers.” Sam added.

“Shit. Super Soldiers, for real?” Walker’s colleague responded with the reaction you just about expected.

“Yeah.” Sam confirmed.

“Wow. All right, well, then we gotta work together.” Walker’s eyebrows rose as he spoke.

“That’s not happening.” Bucky declared.

“I think we stand a much better chance if we all just––”

“––Just ’cause you carry that shield, it doesn’t mean you’re Captain America.” Bucky cut Walker short and you were grateful for it. The man was making your head ache.

“Look, I’ve done the work, okay?” Walker sighed.

“You ever jump on top of a grenade?” Bucky shot back but he wasn't met with the answer he wanted.

“Yeah. Actually, I have. Four times. It’s a thing I do with my helmet. It’s a reinforced helmet. It’s a long story, but, any… Look, it’s 20 miles to the airport. You guys need a ride.” Walker got his driver to stop. “Get in.”

You looked back at Sam and Bucky. You hadn’t said anything yet which Sam thought was a record of yours. You chose to give in and climbed into the truck with Bucky and Sam since your body was already aching from the previous fight.

“Okay, so we’ve got eight Super Soldiers on a bulk supply run. Why?” Walker asked, his eye on you as you sat in between Bucky and Sam.

“They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the Blip. Maybe they’re just trying to help.” Sam told Walker what he knew.

“They had a funny way of showing it.” Bucky grimaced as a bruise on his face started to form.

“That serum doesn’t exactly have a great track record. No offence.” Walker looked over at Bucky as he hinted at the winter soldier.

“We need to figure out where they’re going.” You wanted to shift the attention away from Bucky.

“She speaks? I have to admit I was starting to wonder.” Walker smiled at you which only made you want to punch him even more than you already did.

“How’d you track ’em here? The Flag Smashers?” Sam could tell you were a second away from decking the new Captain America and hopping ship so carried on the conversation.

“Uh, no, we didn’t track them, we tracked you, uh, through Redwing.” Hoskins notified Sam.

“You hacked my tech?” Sam was beyond irritated at this point.

“Sorry. It’s not exactly hacking. It’s government property. Kind of the government.” Walker laughed as he gestured to himself. “Does he always just stare like that?” He stopped laughing under Bucky’s stare.

“You get used to it.” Sam muttered.

“Okay, look, you know, things have gotten kind of, uh––”

“––Chaotic.”Hoskins helped Walker find the word.

“Yeah.” Walker cleared his throat. “The GRC, they’re doing the best they can to get things up and running smoothly, post Blip.”

“Reactivating citizenship, social security, healthcare. Basically just managing resources for the refugees who were displaced by the return.” Hoskins tried filling you in as if you hadn't heard about it before. The GRC propaganda was plastered across all the cities in America.

“The Global Repatriation Council does all that. We understand but why exactly are you two here?” You questioned, cocking your head towards Walker.

“Well, they provide the resources and we keep things stable.” Hoskins replied first.

“Yeah, violent revolutionaries aren’t usually good for anyone’s cause.” Walker added on.

“Usually said by the people with the resources.” Sam smirked at the men.

“Well, we got a lot of resources. If you guys, if you joined up with us, we could––”

“––No.” Bucky shut Walker down immediately.

“I got mad respect for both of y’all. But you were getting your asses kicked till we showed up.” Hoskins wasn’t helping the situation.

“Who are you?” Bucky asked genuinely.

“Lemar Hoskins.” Hoskins introduced himself once again.

“Look, I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear, I need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins.” Sam backed Bucky up on that one. A name was nothing in this situation.

“I’m Battlestar. John’s partner.” Hoskins nodded towards Walker and you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your lips when Bucky responded.

“Battlestar? Stop the car!” Bucky called up ahead.

The car slowed as it pulled into a bus stop. Bucky pushed open the door and you followed. You couldn't stand sitting in front of that man in that uniform another second longer.

"Look, I… I get it, okay? I get the attitude, I do. You didn’t think that the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I’m… “ Walker turned back to Sam. “I’m not trying to be Steve. I’m not trying to replace Steve. I’m just trying to be the best Captain America I can be. That’s it. It’d be a whole lot easier if I had Cap’s wingmen on my side.”

Sam scoffed at Walker’s choice of words. Wingmen? He really had the audacity.

“It’s always that last line.” Sam jumped out of the vehicle and followed you and Bucky.

Once back on the aircraft you stripped of your weapons and jacket.

Sam and Bucky did the same.

You sat down on your seat and rested your head back against the wall. You needed an ice bath. Your muscles were screaming at you.

“You alright?” Sam asked Bucky as he sat, his eyes locked on the floor.

You opened your eyes to look over at the men.

“Let’s take the shield, Sam. Let’s take the shield and do this ourselves.” Bucky sounded pretty decided.

“We can’t just run up on the man, beat him up, and take it. Do you remember what happened the last time we stole it?” Sam sat up slowly as he furrowed his brow at the idea.

“Maybe.” Bucky grumbled.

“I’ll help you in case you forgot.” Sam proclaimed, “Sharon was branded enemy of the state, and Steve and I were on the run for two years. I don’t know about you, but I don’t wanna live the rest of my life la vida loca. We just got our ass handed to us by Super Soldiers, and we got nothing.”

Even though you did spend some time in Wakanda under protection from their government, there was a period where you were on the run with Steve and Sam and it wasn’t fun. Being pardoned after the fight against Thanos was one of the best things that happened to you; it’s what allowed you to go home.

“Not entirely true.” Bucky pushed himself onto his feet. “There is someone that you should meet.”

Bucky’s eyes met yours and you knew who he was talking about.

You had seen Bucky's past. Everyone of Bucky’s memories. You had seen all the death and the pain and the fighting. You had seen the Winter Soldier and pre-world war Bucky and you had suffered for it for some time. Nightmares used to plague you but you had managed to block most stuff from your mind over the years. Especially the Winter Soldier memories because that wasn’t really Bucky; that was a weapon made by Hydra.

You had been forced by the team to check his memories to see if he really had bombed the UN but you couldn't choose how far you looked back, you gift made you see everything from the earliest childhood memory up to that moment.

You stood and approached Bucky.

“Are you sure about this?” You whispered, taking hold of Bucky’s forearm as you pulled him to one side.

“He should know.” Bucky’s eyes seemed so sure. You dropped your hand down from his arm to his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Alright then.” You pressed your lips into a thin line as you accepted his choice.

Soon enough the route was changed and the plane turned.

“Will you come?” Bucky asked as the door to the plane opened.

“I’ll wait here but call me if you need me.” You didn’t feel like seeing Isaiah. Some of the time if something from Bucky’s past showed up it could trigger his memories in your own head which you didn’t particularly enjoy.

“Alright.” Bucky sighed but left without you.

Only a short while later you had received a phone call from Sam.

“Hello?” You answered.

“It’s Bucky. He’s been arrested. There was a warrant out for his arrest.” Sam informed you.

“Why?” You were confused. Bucky had been pardoned like the rest of you for his crimes and his warrant wiped.

“He missed his therapy session or something. I’m heading back to your, we gotta go get him out.” Sam hung up pretty quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone about the super solider?” Sam asked you as you made your way to the station.

“I only knew because I’ve been inside Bucky’s head but if I listed off every single person Bucky has fought or killed or wronged it would take me a while.” You hated admitting that but the Winter Soldier had done a lot of damage.

“But this was a black super soldier who rotted behind bars for years! Being experimented on like a lab rat whilst Steve sat in the ice and Bucky ran around playing secret assassin!” Sam was angry and you understood why.

“I didn’t know he was in prison. I only knew of him as the guy Bucky fought in Goyang and lost. I figured if Bucky wanted him found then he would say. It’s not my place, they’re not my memories.” You tried to defend yourself but you knew Sam would never understand your logic.

“How can I trust you if you’re sitting on information like that?” Sam catechised you.

“Because you’ve trusted me for years. I say what needs to be said and if it isn't useful to us at the time then I don’t bring it up. I have so much inside of here from people that aren’t even around more. When I go inside someone’s head the memories don’t just go away. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s memories I’m thinking of when I look back on things. I block what I can and deal with what I can’t.” You stopped Sam in the hallway as you snapped. You couldn’t believe he was questioning whether he could trust you or not after everything.

“I know it can be hard for you. I can’t imagine what its like but there are some things more important than others and Isaiah. Isaiah is one of them.” Sam’s words just made you turn and head to the desk.

You tried to get as much information about Bucky but all they instructed you to do was sit and wait.

“Sam?” A woman approached you and Sam. You lifted your head up at the sound of her voice. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Dr. Raynor. I’m James’s therapist.”

You shook hands with the woman and introduced yourself.

“I’ve heard some about you too.” Dr. Raynor smiled as she greeted you.

“Thank you for getting him out.” Sam thanked her as he shook her hand but she only furrowed her brow.

“That was not me.” She told you both.

“Christina!” You didn’t need super hearing to recognise that voice. “Good to see you again!” Walker was signing autographs as he entered the station.

“You gotta be kidding me. You know him?” Sam only said what you were thinking.

“Yeah, we did some field ops back in the day.” Dr Raynor looked between Sam and Walker.

“I heard you were working with Bucky, so I thought I’d step in.” Walker approached her which made you stepped back. “Bucky’s not gonna be following a strict schedule any longer.”

“We haven’t finished our work. Who authorized this?” Dr Raynor protested.

“Um…” Walker pointed to himself. You felt a fire flare inside of you. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have tied up. Just do whatever you got to do with him, then send him off to me. Got some unfinished business, him and I.”

Walker then pointed to you and Sam.

“You too, Wilson. (Y/l/n). I’ll be outside.” Walker backed away, sending a wink in your direction.

You felt Sam take hold of your wrist quickly before you could even take the chance to lunge forward.

“Breathe.” Sam told you. “We’ll deal with that asshole later.”

Bucky was allowed through and Dr Raynor approached him immediately.

“James, condition of your release, session now. You too, Sam.” She insisted as she headed back towards the cells from which Bucky had just come from.

“That’s okay. I’ll be out here with (Y/n).” Sam brushed off the offer except it wasn’t an offer.

“That wasn’t a request.” Dr Rayor warned him.

You pushed the man forward.

“Quicker you’re in, quicker you’re out.” You told him.

“Why doesn’t she want you?” Sam pouted.

“Get moving before I get bored and decide to use John Walker out there as my new punching bag. Get myself in trouble.” You tried to make the man laugh but failed. He only groaned and dragged himself inside.

It didn’t take long for Sam to storm out of there who was swiftly followed by Bucky.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked Sam as he returned to you.

“Peachy.” He sneered.

You sighed and followed both men outside.

“Well, I feel better.” Sam announced once you were all finally outside.

“I feel awful.” Bucky muttered which made you want to take his hand but you refrained as a siren drew your attention over to Walker and his buddy.

“Gentlemen. Lady. Good to see you again.” Walker had a smile on that you wanted to wipe clean off. “ Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance, you guys know that.”

“Well do you have anything that’s actually useful?” You folded your arms across your chest as you closed in on the men.

"Well, the leader’s name’s Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place.” Walker started.

“They geotagged a location, then scrambled the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displaced communities all across Central and Eastern Europe.” Hoskins continued.

“We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps.” Walker finished.

“Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since the Blip. So I guess you’ll have to look real hard.” Bucky’s glowered at the man as he leant on the cop car.

“Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?” Walker smirked as he snapped back.

“Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?” Bucky rose his voice.

“No, we don’t know, Bucky. It’s only a matter of time before we find out.” Walker rose his voice also.

“Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker?” Bucky was being cocky. You had to stop yourself from finding it amusing.

“Take it easy. Look, Walker’s right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them. But you guys have rules of engagement and all kind of authorizations you have to get. We’re free agents. We’re more flexible. So it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.” Sam interrupted and seemed to clear the air a little. You took his last words as a chance to leave but Walker wasn’t done.

“A word of advice, then.” Walker stopped you all. “Stay the hell out of my way.”

You watched the two men walk away. Your jaw clenching together to stop you from saying something you’d regret.

“Come on.” Sam urged you on and you forced yourself to walk away.

Once you were far enough from the station Sam asked you both what you were thinking.

“Well, I know what we have to do. When Isaiah said ‘my people’...” Bucky was the one of out you both to speak first.

“Oh, don’t take that to heart. That’s not what he meant.” Sam began.

“No, he meant HYDRA. HYDRA used to be my people.” Bucky corrected him.

“Not a chance.” You shook your head, putting your foot down.

“Walker doesn’t have any leads.” Bucky claimed.

“Bucky, I know where you’re going with this and I’m saying no.” You couldn’t believe he was even suggesting it.

“He knows all of HYDRA’s secrets.” Bucky tried to reason with you.

“Don’t you remember Siberia?” Sam also knew exactly what Bucky meant.

Bucky nodded.

“So you’re just gonna go sit in a room with this guy?” Sam stared at Bucky with a mixture of shock and concern.

“Yes.” Bucky was hesitant to answer which only made you hate this idea even more.

“Okay, then.” Sam sighed. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

“No! No, we aren’t not going to see Zemo!” You demanded causing both the boys to stop.

“(Y/n), it’s different now.” Bucky declared.

“It’s the only lead we got.” Sam was actually on Bucky’s side.

“What? And you think he’s just gonna help us like that?” You scoffed out of disbelief.

“We have to try.” Bucky started to walk again.

“I trust this guy about as far as I can throw him, Buck!” You exasperated.

“That’s more than me.” Sam murmured but you chose to ignore it.

“(Y/n). We’re going.” Bucky wasn't arguing anymore. It was going to happen.

(PART 2 HERE)

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6sakusa · 4 years ago

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‘last’ sakusa kiyoomi.

a/n: so this was a request for and i quote ‘angst that will cause extreme pain.” i hope this lives up to it.

warnings: angst, death & mentione of it, self-blaming, relationship issues.

“you just don’t stop don’t you? is it that hard to be less irritating?” sakusa huffed. the two of you had been engaging in an argument over the pettiest matter once again, and at this point you weren’t even near surprised. it had kicked off with you asking your boyfriend if he had eaten out of concern and then him proceeding to label you as ‘clingy’.

recently things were just different, he wasn’t treating you the same anymore and he barely made time for you. most people would say this was a common occurrence once any relationship had come out of the honeymoon phase, the only problem was you and sakusa were long out of that fairytale whirlwind. but through it all, he still showed immense love towards you, considering you had been together for years you were honestly expecting a proposal soon. but that all changed recently, and to make matters worse you couldn’t for the life of you pinpoint why.

maybe, just maybe.. was there someone else?

“i just care about you that’s it, why are you so adamant on turning things into an argument?” you sighed recalling at the way he snapped at you. his reaction would have shocked anyone but at this point in time, as much as you hated to admit it, you were almost getting used to it now.

but that didn’t mean it hurt any less, no, definitely not. it was just as painful each and everytime you saw the blank expression on his face, the way he went out of his way to avoid you and the growing irritation on his features everytime he was made to face you.

“because you’re annoying.” he blurted out seemingly without thinking, in all truth sakusa definitely did not think you were annoying, actually, he quite loved when you made an effort with him. but lately, he just doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. he loved you with all his heart and he wants to propose to you more than anything but the concept scares him, the fact that the two of you being married would mean you’re practically stuck with him. and he doesn’t want that for you, you deserve better. you deserve someone who is comfortable parading you around to the world, someone who is okay with going out on dates in crowded places, someone who will give you affection whenever you need it, someone who is good with words.

sakusa is not that person.

it would break his heart to see that one day you were regretting your decision of saying yes to him because he couldn’t provide what you needed. so his last resort? push you away. not far enough so that the two of you are no longer together because he couldn’t bare the thought of no longer being able to call you his, but far enough for him to have time to get his shit together, so he could come to you better and improved.

“so you don’t want me to talk to you is that it? God what has gotten into you? do you not want to be together anymore?” your voice faltered towards the end as you broke eye-contact with your boyfriend, tears were threatening to spill any moment and your heart was breaking in your chest. you were a bad person, you were a bad person because you were practically forcing him to stay with you even though it was so clear that he didn’t love you anymore.

well, that’s what you thought.

he stayed quiet at your question.. no, he doesn’t want to break up, that would be catastrophic for the both of you and besides he couldn’t ever love anyone the way he loved you. but if he responded saying he wanted to stay together that would prompt you to spark a conversation about why he was acting the way he was, and if there was one thing sakusa hated it was vulnerability.

“i just need some time to think.” that was a good response, he thought. he wasn’t ending things but you wouldn’t push further after that and he knew that, it was .. perfect.

“i’ll give you some time then.” tears were already staining your new top, you were excited to show it to sakusa because it was one of your favourite purchases you had ever made, but instead you had decided not to, you were weary of bothering him.

of course your tears didn’t go unnoticed by him, he watched as you put your shoes on and grabbed your coat from the hanger. he made a mental note to beat the shit out of himself for making you cry the moment you had stepped foot out of the door, and that’s exactly what he did.

he turned to the counter slamming his hands against his head, he needed to get his shit together and he needed to now.

it had been years and you had never expressed any distaste in sakusa’s personality or his methods of affections, would you really start now? maybe this was all stupid, it wasn’t like he would be forcing you to marry him so if you ended up getting tired of him in the future there wasn’t much he could do about it.

if anything, he knew he would regret not getting to put a ring on your finger at all and never knowing what could have been.

so that’s it, that’s decided. he was going to marry you and he would get it together the second you walked back through the door, he would give you the most loving embrace he could possibly muster up, and he would spend the next few months apologising for his behaviour. he would sit and listen to you babble all about the new top you bought because he did notice how much you had adored it when you had brought it home a week ago. and tomorrow he would go out and buy you a few gifts, there was that necklace that you loved from the quaint jewellery store down the road. that’s where he would be heading to first. because sakusa kiyoomi would do anything for you.

meanwhile you were imagining every possibility that could occur the moment you stepped back in. he would break up with you, it was inevitable. he practically hated you, you were acting like such a burden, an irritating and annoying burden. but you wished more than anything that things could be different because you loved sakusa with your entire being, there was no way you would move on once he discarded you. you had imagined your entire future with him and no one else, there was no way that you could change things now.

you sighed pulling out a polaroid of you and sakusa, the cold air that hit your hands just made you feel that much more alone. but you ignored it as you ran your hands over the picture, it was the two of you during the first christmas you had spent together. he had spoiled you so much that day with gifts that you had cried numerous times and begged him to return atleast half of it because it was way too expensive and you felt bad. you were cheery eyed with a wide smile and a small tear adorned your cheek, one of joy as sakusa hung off your arm. his smile was small but it was there, he was just happy that you were happy, he had loved you so much and you couldn’t help but wonder where it had all gone wrong.

why didn’t he love you anymore?

sakusa bumped his leg up and down on the livingroom couch, he couldn’t stop glancing at the clock. it had been three hours which was far too long for you to be gone without a word, to make things even worse you had left your phone in your shared bedroom meaning he had no direct method of contacting you.

a buzz resounded in the room and your boyfriend had never moved so fast so pick up the phone in his life, admittedly he was getting severely worried. he didn’t want you walking out of his life, but thankfully by tomorrow he would wake up next to your beautiful smile and everything would go back to normal.

“hello? is this uhh — sakusa kiyoomi?” there was a feminine voice on the other side of the line who sounded cautious about the pronouncation of his name, additionally, her voice sounded unsteady, it was almost as if she was scared.

“yes.” he responded bluntly wondering who this wench thought she was to be wasting his time, she had even called on no caller id. he had half the mind to hang up on her now, if anything you could be calling him this very moment and it was sending you to voicemail because he was occupied with this girl.

“sorry to impose but you are listed as l/n y/n’s emergency contact, are you aware of this?” his back pricked up at the mention of your name, emergency contact? now he was beyond worried.

“yes i am.”

“i’m sorry to say but— l/n was hit by a vehicle moving at almost fifty miles per hour and — she didn’t make it.” in that moment sakusa had never felt more dread in his life, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. was she saying that you were.. dead? but you couldn’t be dead, no you couldn’t be because he never even got to apologise to you, and you never got to accept his apology. he never got to buy you that necklace, things never got to go back to normal, he wouldn’t be able to live out the rest of his days with you.

he never got to propose. so no, you couldn’t be dead.

then why was he crying? this is the first time sakusa remembers crying as an adult, if it wasn’t true why was it feeling like his soul was being sucked out of him? why did it feel like even though he was a well renowned volleyball player loved by millions he meant nothing anymore? why did it feel like life had no meaning?

he didn’t even realise the phone call was still going on until he heard the woman clear her throat on the other line. “she wanted to tell you.. she’s sorry and she loves— loved you.” she corrected her mistake almost immediately but this didn’t do anything but make him feel worse.

“the hospital will contact you with more details soon, sorry for your loss.” and with that, the line went dead.

sorry? she was saying sorry too? and you.. why were you apologising? in your last moments did you really spend that time asking the paramedics to tell him that you were sorry? you hadn’t done anything wrong, you had never done anything wrong, it was all him, he was the problem, he was a fool.

he threw his phone against the wall and watched as it clattered against the floor with tear-filled eyes. this was his fault, if it wasn’t for him you would never have gone out, maybe if it was just one second later, maybe if hadn’t acted this way, maybe if he had stopped you from leaving, maybe—

so that was it.. even if he thought he was doing everything he could to protect you he had hurt you anyway, in the worst way possible. and how could he forgive himself? he never would.. he never could. because that day he lost everything, because you were his everything, the most precious thing to enter his life, his pride and joy, his entire life.

you were too distracted by the picture of the two of you together, now it laid discarded on the side of the road with a streak of blood staining the bottom half. thankfully the picture was still recognisable, because you made sure it was in your last moments, kiyoomi would be mad if you got it dirty.

regret was an understatement.

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nightowlwriting · 3 years ago

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summary: you get called in on date night. munch gets an i-told-you-so moment.

word count: ≈700

warnings: brief mention of child abduction.

note: requested by @locke-writes

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Normally the squad wouldn't blink if you walked in with someone. It was normal to find each other outside or end up in the elevator together. Sometimes you ended up listening to Munch ramble, or asking Finn about his son, or talking with Olivia about her plans for the weekend but it wasn’t anything to lose cool over.

Until, after being called in on an emergency child abduction, you walked out of the elevator with Elliot Stabler. That wouldn’t have even been a thing if your team wasn’t so damn perceptive. When you two walk into the office, all eyes are on you in greeting and to get you filled in as soon as possible, and everything stutters for a brief second. See, you were on a date. Elliot was on a date. It was painfully obvious that you two were on those dates together.

As in out to a fancy restaurant, wearing all black outfits with accents of green that match so, so obviously. To anyone that could see the two of you, process what they were seeing, and extrapolate information… It’s clear you two were out together when the call came in. It doesn’t even matter that Elliot doesn’t stop when he realizes everyone has figured it out, heading straight for Olivia to get filled in - leaving you standing by the door in the fanciest outfit you own. You clear your throat, face heating up, and head for where Finn and Munch are standing over a map.

“Hot date?” Finn asks, one eyebrow-raising and a smirk on his face. He barely dodges the light punch you try to land on his shoulder, chuckling in a rare moment of happiness seeing two of his teammates together and happy. When your eyes fall to the map, where several large, red circles are drawn out in marker, the mood sobers again.

“She was taken from a birthday party,” Munch informs you, eyes narrowed in your direction, “We think her older brother took her, but we’re still working on an ID for the perp.” He slides a grainy photo over to you - clearly a screencap from a security camera, taken from a distance.

“How long ago?”

“An hour,” Olivia’s hand lands on your shoulder, “I know we’ve got work to do, but you need to change. I’ve just sent Elliot to do the same.” You tense at the mention of your date - you’re not ashamed of being with Elliot, especially since you know you’re the first real relationship since he divorced Kathy but… It’s one thing to date your co-worker, another to date your co-worker in secret and then be outed because you decided you wanted to wear matching outfits for date night.

“Speaking of,” Munch leans around Finn to give you a knowing look, “You just let these schmucks call me a conspiracy theorist for telling them there was somethin’ going on between the two’a’you?”

“Munch,” You say, voice high and tight, “You are a conspiracy theorist.” He scoffs.

“I know the truth, but that’s not the point. When were you goin’a’ tell us?” You shift uncomfortably under the scrutiny of your team. It’s a brief respite in the tension of a missing child and you know that’s why they’re focusing so hard on you, but still. It makes your skin crawl to have to figure out how to put the feeling of keeping your relationship a secret and therefore secure into words. You don’t want to explain that you kept the relationship a secret because it felt like Elliot was all yours, then, and you could separate work from home - making your relationship stronger at home and at work. You start trying to hedge around that when a jacket is draped over your shoulders - warm, smokey, and distinctly denim.

“We didn’t tell you because it doesn’t matter,” Elliot speaks up - you hadn’t heard him join your group, “I’ll explain everything after this case, but right now we have a bigger priority. I was the one who wanted to keep it a secret, Munch.” There’s a brief staredown before Munch shrugs, leaning back and looking at Finn. Elliot looks to you with a soft smile on his face, one reserved only for you. “Go get changed, we’ll get working out here.”

“Okay,” You nod, wringing your hands nervously in the hems of Elliot’s jacket. You step away and he follows, ducking his head to press a gentle kiss against your cheek before you head to the locker room.

“We’ll find this little girl and then I’ll take you out, again, okay?”

#svu imagine #elliot stabler imagine #law and order imagine #special victims unit imagine #svu #l&o: svu #l&o: svu imagine

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nightshade-minho · 4 years ago

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-Blue Book- (10)

Act 2

Warnings: angsty shit, future smut.

Wc: 1.8k (sorry for the short ass chapter-)

You blinked sleepily, a finger poking your arm and insistently pulling you out of your slumber.

A whine left your mouth as you opened your eyes slightly, Felix's face hovering over yours.

"Lix-" You groaned, pushing him away and casting a quick glance at the clock on your wall. " It's a Saturday morning, fucking let me sleep." You rolled over, burying your face in the pillow as Felix let out a deep sigh.

"Y/n, this is important. There's something I thought I should let you know-"

"Fuck. Off." You growled, voice muffled by the pillow.

Felix sat there for a moment, contemplating his life choices. Why exactly did he think it would be a good idea to try and wake you up at 8 am on a Saturday?

If he told you the news now, you'd be mad at him for having disturbed your precious sleep. If he tells you when it's too late- god, you'd be pissed beyond doubt.

Either way, he'd have to face your wrath. Deciding he didn't want such a pretty morning to be ruined, he put it off. Was it the right decision? Guess he had to wait and find out.

He cast one last glance at your sleeping face, heart beating. He hoped you’d take it well...he doesn’t want to see you devastated again.

Mentions of him always managed to do exactly that, though.

He really wasn’t prepared for another night of crying and excessive wine drinking, patting your back as you asked the same question, again and again.

He wished he could let you know you were more than enough, worthy of the world. And he’d be sure to protect you.

He wasn’t going to hurt you. Not again.

***

When you finally woke up, courtesy of your alarm, you sat up and slid out of bed. Stumbling out of your room, you headed to the bathroom, which seemed to be locked.

"Lix! Come out, I really need to pee!"

"Just a second!"

You groaned and rested your head against the door, letting your eyes flutter closed again. Felix was definitely a wonderful roommate- you'd gotten lucky in that department- but he always hogged the bathroom, and it infuriated you.

You still remembered the day you met Felix again. You'd moved back to the town after about five years, no longer wanting to live with your mom and her insufferable boyfriend. As soon as you graduated, you took advantage of your newfound independence to go back to where it all began.

Running into Felix had been a pleasant surprise. The two of you had gone to a café to catch up. He mentioned his need for a roommate, and since then you'd been inseparable. He re-introduced you to the boys, including Minho who you’d already been in touch with. They’d all been friends even after high school and throughout college, their old group intact. Well, except for him.

Chan had moved away just a few weeks after you had, according to Felix. It had been quite sudden, and there were barely any goodbyes, just like with you. Half the guys had been relieved, apparently. Especially Minho.

Everything that had happened back in high school seemed extremely childish, now that you were an adult with a job and bills to pay. However, you still couldn't exactly find it in your heart to forgive Chan. He was your first love, after all...and those tend to turn bittersweet. He'd betrayed your trust and played with your feelings. Yes, you were young and naïve, but you should have seen it coming- you'd always thought he was too perfect for you. Too good to be true...

You almost fell forward when the door suddenly opened, snapping out of your thoughts as Felix caught you, chuckling.

"Take a shower, sleepyhead." He chuckled, ruffling your hair as he let you go and walked over to the kitchen, presumably to make breakfast.

You smiled as he left, sleepily removing your sweatpants and shirt when you heard your phone ring from on top of the sink. Pausing, you inched closer and grabbed it as you shut the door, lifting the phone to your ear after a quick glance at the caller ID.

"Minho! I was just about to take a shower-"

A chuckle from the other end. "Sure, I was just calling to remind you."

"Remind me? Of what?"

"We were planning to go to the mall today!" His indignant voice came shooting into your ears. You winced and giggled, clutching the phone tighter as a loud sigh came through.

"Chill, I didn't forget."

A huff. "Good. I'll pick you up in a bit."

You ended the call, a faint smile lingering on your face. Your unlikely friendship with Minho was one the universe itself probably didn't see coming, in all honesty.

You still remembered how vile he used to be. Yes, he had a reason, but that didn’t exactly erase all the pain and discomfort he’d put you through.

He’d shown massive regret, though. Proved that he changed for the better. Besides, you couldn’t exactly push him away after finding out what connected the two of you. So, you’d forgiven him...

You wondered if you would ever find it in yourself to forgive Chan the same way- if you ever see him again, that is. The pain he’d caused was worse. You’d trusted him...loved him, only to find out he’d been using you all along. That he was in love with someone else, even as he hugged you and kissed you. As you brushed your teeth, your mind drifted, memories made with him replaying in your head. The feeling of his soft lips pressed against yours...intertwined fingers, his arms wrapped firmly around you as a storm raged on, a similar one swirling in your heart.

You shook your head, rinsing your mouth as you reminded yourself that it was all in the past. There was no point thinking about Chan anymore. You had Felix and Minho, your best friends and the only people that mattered, currently. It was all you needed.

***

Chan’s grip on the steering wheel was loose, his eyes half-open as he drove. He was way too tired, and it was probably dangerous to drive in his state. He was already close, though.

He briefly averted his eyes from the road to check the directions Felix had texted him. Yes, he’d arrive any minute now.

His heart was pounding. He couldn’t believe he was back here, years later. He’d missed this town, to be honest. And yet, at the time, his parents’ transfer had felt like a blessing. A way to escape from the pain he’d felt at your betrayal, as well as your sudden departure.

Felix had told him. You were his roommate. There was a lump in his throat, nervousness and anxiety at the thought of seeing you again brimming up. He didn’t know if he was ready.

The initial anger he’d felt when he saw you with Minho had faded away. All that was left now was disappointment, a faint sadness lingering in the back of his mind at all times.

You’d been the one to show him what happiness felt like. He’d felt it when cuddling your small frame- skin pressed against skin, your radiant smile etching itself into his brain. He’d felt it when you took him to that museum, showing him what true beauty was.

He couldn’t forget what you felt like. He’d tried to, with numerous people. And yet...all he could think about was you. Even now, as an adult. And here he was, mere minutes away from having to see your face again.

Just be quick. In, out. Greet Felix, catch up with him a little and that’s it. Come on, Chan. You can do this...

He parked the car, swallowing as he stepped out. This was it.

***

You pulled up your pants just as you heard the doorbell ring. “Coming!’ You shouted, zipping up as you ran over to the door, opening it and glaring.

"Ah, finally! You're late."

"I had to drop Dea at school." Minho shook his head, entering your apartment and heading straight to the kitchen, the enticing smells luring him in.

"Oh. How is she? It's been a while since I saw her."

"She's good. Misses you a little. She asked me when we're all going to hang out again."

"Soon." You assured, knowing you weren't that busy the following week. Following him into the kitchen, you watched Felix flip the pancakes, looking up as Minho entered.

"Hey, Min. Didn't know you were coming today. Want some?" He tilted his chin towards the pan.

Minho smirked and grabbed one of the strawberries Felix had set aside, popping into his mouth and shaking his head. "No, thanks. We've got a movie to catch, so we have to leave right away." You pouted at that, crossing your arms. "But I don't wanna be hungry! Want pancakes." You mumbled.

The two men looked at you, eyebrows raised at your sudden display. Felix cringed, chuckling as Minho cooed at you.

"You're so cute." He pinched your cheek, looking back at his watch. "Ah fuck, we really have to go now, Y/n."

"But-" You looked over at Felix, who flashed you an apologetic grin as Minho grabbed your hand, practically dragging you over to the door.

"Wait!" Felix suddenly called out, cursing under his breath as he remembered what he was supposed to tell you. Fuck, he’d almost forgot.

"There's no time to waste! We'll be back later, Lix-"

It was too late. Felix was secretly glad Minho was taking you away though. Maybe he could quickly get things done with Chan, and get him to leave before you come back? No...it would be unfair to keep the truth from you. He didn't want you to run into Chan on accident, and quite possibly murder him when you get home.

Calming down a little, he turned back to his pan, just as Minho opened the door.

Wait-

Your eyes widened as your eyes landed on the man standing in front of you.

No. It couldn't be...were you hallucinating? Or was that really Chan, frozen in place with his finger hovering over the doorbell?

Unfortunately, it wasn't a trick your brain was playing on you. Minho was staring at Chan too, shell-shocked as the latter's gaze drifted down to your intertwined hands.

A mass of uncomfortable feelings and emotions you'd repressed for years bubbled up to the surface, almost making you want to throw up. This couldn't be happening.

Chan felt the same way. So you were still with Minho? Fuck, the regret in him was raw, painful as it resurfaced. Suddenly, the anger was back.

The prolonged silence was suspicious to Felix. "Hey, guys...?" He frowned and left the kitchen, stopping in his tracks as he saw Chan and you, icy glares evident as you stared at each other.

"Fuck." He gulped, inching closer to the three. "Um. This was what I m-meant to tell you, Y/n. Surprise! Chan's back!" He giggled nervously, the anger in your eyes scaring him slightly as you turned to look at him.

Chan gritted his teeth, eyes still trained on your hands. “I’m back.” He repeated, glaring at you.

Fuck.

#chan angst #bang chan angst #chan smut #bang chan smut #minho fluff #felix fluff #skz angst #skz smut #skz fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #minho smut #chan x reader #bang chan series

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niawritess · 4 years ago

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The Lovestruck~ Final.

(15th November)

Tapping his shoes constantly on the marble floor, his legs kept shaking which made him hold his knee, but all in vain since he couldn't stop the nervousness inside him. Dressed in a black tuxedo, Baekhyun took a deep breath to calm himself down before almost, immediately standing up to walk back and forth to subside his nervousness.

It was finally, the day everyone has been waiting specifically, you and Baekhyun. However, at his most special day, his heart, his mind, even his body wasn't working according to him.

"Why are you like this?" Kyungsoo walked in the grooms waiting room, as he watched his best friend walking back and forth in a nervous state.

Baekhyun groaned making himself seated again on the couch and looked at Kyungsoo. "I have never been this nervous before... Like not even giving the presentation... This is confusing."

"This is normal." Kyungsoo stated. "Though... It might be confusing for you being like this but normally people do get nervous on their wedding."

Kyungsoo's word did nothing but made Baekhyun glare at him where Kyungsoo just shrugged before shuffling under his coat and fished out a small black bottle which he gave it to him. "Drink this, you'll feel better."

"Where did you get this?"

"I didn't, Y/n asked me to get it." Kyungsoo spoke before smirking. "I didn't really expected you to be nervous but maybe she knew it."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "I can see how you guys are making fun of me, only my wife cares for me."

"Keep this up till you get to the asile." Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. "I am going to check the venue since Junmyeon hyung is taking care of it alone."

Baekhyun chuckled nodding as Kyungsoo walked out leaving him behind as he was feeling better than before. No matter how much they tease or make fun of each other, he just knows that his friends and him, always have each other's back.

It's been two weeks to the proposal day, and the next week, you both were being dragged into a boutique to buy wedding dresses but separately, which led Baekhyun to whine the whole day because he, himself wanted to see you trying beautifully, however, his and your family were having too much fun making him sulk.

And, it's also been a week since he has seen you because of the so called traditions in the family, where bride and groom can't meet, not even see eachother and now he was missing you crazily and was dying to see you where he also knew, you would be feeling the same.

His phone rang making him snap out, as he checked the caller ID and a smile crept on his lips before answering it and exclaimed with an enthusiasm. "Coffee bean!"

Laughter could be heard from the other side which made him confuse before he let out a exhasperated sigh. "You better stop it, this is second time you have done this."

"Aw, Is my soon to be brother-in-law angry?" The feminine voice which he has remembered, his best friend's wife and his soon to be wife's bestfriend, one and only Ria, who could come up with this prank.

His heart did a flip when he heard your voice behind as you were asking for some tissues. "Hey, put my wife on the phone."

"She is not your wife, yet." He could imagine her smirking evil making him bite his lip frustratingly. "Here I thought you were on my side."

She laughed. "I am, but right now, let me be your sister in law. Okay, Mr. Brother-in-law, see you at the wedding!"

Before he could say anything, the call was cut off and he groaned with the little pout following behind on his lips. The door suddenly cracked opened, revealing his friends, coming inside dressed in a full suit and began to laugh at his impatient friend.

"I am actually suing your wife after getting married." He stared at Chanyeol with his ever so angry look which did nothing but made his laugh more. "Why are you so impatient? You'll meet Y/n outside, so be patient my friend."

"Aigoo, who would believe that you're getting married, Hyung." Jongin spoke staring at his friend's frustrated face and Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "Do you guys have to make fun of me when I am nervous here?"

"Why are you though?" Minseok commented confusingly. "Even Y/n isn't nervous as you."

"She's not?" Baekhyun asked surprised and Yixing nodded. "We came here after meeting her and she didn't looked nervous at all."

Baekhyun eyes sparkled. "Really? How does she look?"

"She looks like a bride." Sehun said, straight truth which made all guys laugh and Baekhyun, to glare at him before Jongdae decided to help him as he patted his shoulder. "She looks beautiful and you, stop being so nervous or we'll think you're going on a war or something."

"Well, it's not less than a war." Jongin said snickering and Everyone laughed as now, Baekhyun was less nervous and more happy with an excitement to see you.

The door opened again, and this time it was Mr. Byun and Mrs. Byun, walking towards him with a tender smile on their faces before Mr Byun held Baekhyun's shoulder firmly while fixing his collar. "Young man, you have actually become a man now."

Baekhyun chuckled. "I was always a man."

Mr. Byun smiled nodding. "Listen to me carefully now, marriage is a very important part of your life and you are taking a big step towards it. It's a huge responsibility, not just for you but for the girl you're marrying to, so Y/n's care and happiness is your responsibility, just make sure you're doing your part well. "

"I will." Baekhyun immediately nodded before his eyes went large to see his mother bawling her eyes out making him gasp dramatically. "Eomma! Not the water tank, you're makeup would get smudged then Y/n's going to scold me!"

Mrs Byun slapped his arm. "Don't talk about my daughter in law like that!"

He pouted. "So, she already has sides."

"Obviously, she knows who's she marrying to." Jake said taking everyone's attention as he stood by the door frame smiling at him before walking in to tease the nervous man even more.

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A wide smile was playing on your lips where you bit your lip to prevent yourself from giggling out loud since you were feeling happy about your special day. A white, off shoulder ballgown dress hugged your figure with flowery embroidery illuminating around your upper half sleeves while your hair, styled in a braided updo leaving half of it in a wavy style.

Sniffing the flowers in your hands, a lively smile appeared on your lips while feeling giddy and excited to see Baekhyun who you haven't seen, since a week but at the same time, you knew this wait would be worth it.

"Ayo~ Aren't you too happy bestie?" Ria cooed, dressed in her pastel pink colored dress, fixing the strand of the hair putting it around your temple while giving your look a last touch up and you grinned. "Yes I am, bestie."

"And I am happy to see you happy." She smiled widely trying hard not to cry and as you noticed her expression, you giggled making her slap your arm lightly before hugging you eventually.

"But... Aren't you nervous?" She pulled away, frowning and you smiled bringing your index finger and thumb closer. "A little."

Her forehead creased in amusement. "Well, good for you because you have to look after your too nervous husband to be."

You giggled, before the door opened revealing your two most, chaotic yet the ones whom your life couldn't have been amazing as there stood, your brothers dressed in their Grey suits looking handsome.

Jaehyun walked in with Daniel following behind him with an amused look on their faces making you chuckle. "What? Why are you both surprised? Do I look that good?"

Jaehyun gasped dramatically cupping his mouth. "What to do, potato? Even the make up couldn't do its work."

You bit your lip fuming before grabbing a water bottle beside you and threw it in his face which he immediately caught it perfectly as he gave you a smirk making you roll your eyes. "Are you really my brother?"

"Dan...," You looked at Daniel beside Jaehyun and smiled. "How do I look?"

He stared at you blankly. "You...look like that pasta you made last time."

You closed your eyes sighing, controlling your urge to not to kill them on your special day while both of your brothers were so close to laughing and eventually, they did.

"You think I don't know that you both empty the whole fry pan that night?" You retorted, sassily making them silent as they stood surprised while Ria just stood there with a poker face as this was just neverending scene to witness.

"How do you know that?"

"I have spies, my brothers." You smiled in victory and they both groaned knowing who those spies were before you laughed out loud at their faces making them laugh back.

Jaehyun walked towards before grabbing your hand to make stand up and held your shoulders, as he stared at you seriously. "You know I am just a call away right? I am still your secret trunk so whatever and whenever you want to talk or tell me something, just do it, okay?"

And that's when your heart welled up seeing his brother mood and nodded before he smiled. "If he does something which I know he won't because I know he's mature and loves you too much to hurt you but still, just tell me and I will deal with him."

You slapped his arm while laughing. "I'll kill you if you do that."

"Right, Baekhyunee Hyung wouldn't dare to do that knowing how hard your punch is." Daniel commented as he stood beside you making you laugh even more before both of them hugged you, and another one jumped who was none other than Ria herself.

Your mom's voice got your attention as you four pulled away to see your mom walking inside, in a light pink and purple mixture colored Hanbok and looked so beautiful where behind her your dad, in a black suit looking dashing.

As he walked towards you, his eyes teared up and you looked at him in awe. "Dad.. What...?"

"Gosh, you look so beautiful." He sniffled and you bit your trembling lip before hugging him tightly. "You look more beautiful than your mother."

"Ow!" He whined pulling away as a hard slap was landed on his back by your mom making you all laugh before your mom stared at you with teary yet smiling eyes. "My daughter is always beautiful."

"Seriously, why is everyone crying?" You whined and Daniel wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Noona, we're just really happy that we won't have a potato in the house now."

"You're so dead." You muttered gritting your teeth and was about to hit him but looking at your mom's stern eyes, everyone went serious as you went to sit on the couch back.

"Ria, look after her so she won't jump around like a cat again since we're going out to greet the guests." Your mom ordered her as she walked out dragging the three chaotic men with her and you made a grumpy face as Ria couldn't stop laughing at your mom's words.

"Y/n! Your most loving person is here!" You let out a laugh knowing who's high pitch voice was as walked inside, your sister like friend, who was once your owner too, Rose, in a light blue dress with her always shiny smile.

She gasped. "You look gorgeous, lady!"

You and Ria laughed at her reaction as she instantly sat beside, hugging you. "Gosh, my little sister has finally grown up."

"Ughh." You groaned playfully. "Seriously, you too?"

"It got cringy, right?" She looked at Ria who nodded with you following before you three broke out in laughter.

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5:04 PM

It was finally the time to walk down the asile, your most awaited moment, as you stepped out of the brides room, a fresh breeze hit your face making smile while your eyes roamed around the outdoor area. This was the same place where you both came to stargaze last time and you casually joked about getting married at this place but you didn't know that Baekhyun would take that seriously as you got an actual shock when you got to know about the venue.

Oh, how can you not love this person?

Linking your arm around your dad's, your head tilted to the side to look at him as you felt yourself shaking inside where he looked at you with an assuring smile that it'll be alright and you knew it will be for sure. Taking slow steps towards the asile, your eyes averted ahead to see the lights around the branches of green trees and either side were the wooden chairs giving it a perfect look.

Looking at everyone, seated there were your mom with her biggest smile and your brothers watching you with a proud smile with Baekhyun's family, looking at you with so much tenderness. Looking at the other side to see your friends with their usual understanding and proud smiles as why not, because they all were the cupids of your life.

As you looked ahead, your breath hitched, the moment your eyes met his stunned ones, standing there waiting for you as how he always had. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest as you were walking towards him, the flashbacks of your moments were flashing in your mind making your eyes teary with those beautiful moments.

Baekhyun just stood there stunned for a while watching you, looking so ever beautiful and he was falling all over again. Biting his lower lip, he gulped down the lump forming as his eyes burned making his vision blurry while he took a deep breath to calm down before he felt Kyungsoo, patting his back.

Aproaching him, your dad pulled Baekhyun in a fatherly hug, as he patted his back gently before pulling away where he placed your hand on his hand, giving you to the person who was your home now. You bit your lip, controlling yourself from crying before locking your eyes with his glossy ones and he gave you his most beautiful smile.

"We're here." He whispered, his hold tightening around your hand and you nodded smiling back. "As we should."

"You...look..," He trailed off, licking his lips as he went speechless and you peeked over his expression chuckling. "I look handsome?"

He let out a chuckle with everyone laughing at your little joke before Baekhyun shook his head. "You look really really beautiful. And I have finally kidnapped you, and I don't even care if I got behind the bars for it."

You laughed shaking your head as he giggled while Kyungsoo gave him a look but his smile was saying something else.

The vows were taken, rings were exchanged, and sealed it with a kiss of promise. His palm pressed against your jaw gently, stroking his thumb over your cheek as his other hand rested on the side of your waist and as he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes spotted his favorite flushed cheeks.

He couldn't help but smile fondly before pecking your lips again softly taking you by surprise as you jolted up to look at him making him giggle like a baby while everyone laughed. Giving him a playful glare, you lightly punched his arm making him laugh even more as he kissed your knuckles before pulling away as everyone came to congratulate you.

"Oh My, finally, you have become our daughter in law." Mrs Byun cooed, as she pulled you in a hug where a fake cough made you both pull away to see Baekhyun's sulk expression. "I got married too, why aren't you congratulating me?"

You chuckled making him glare at you playfully and to make him even more sulk, you side hugged Mrs Byun as she played along while Baekhyun pouted defeatedly as he nodded. "Alright, sides have changed."

You both laughed before Mrs Byun hugged him and Mr Byun gave you a fatherly hug while patting your head as he hugged his son after. Walked in your dad towards you with his teary eyes and hugged you tightly before patting Baekhyun's shoulder. "Take care of her or I'll come for you."

Both of them laughed as Baekhyun nodded while you shook your head smiling at them before your mom came in smiling but instead of coming to you, she engulfed Baekhyun in a hug. "My son in law looks so handsome."

Baekhyun smiled shyly thanking her before she looked at you confusingly before laughing as she hugged you. "Why are you sulking?"

"I'm not." You hugged her back tightly as she rubbed your back in a comforting way making you sigh before you pulled away to see your brothers hugging Baekhyun.

"Hyung, How do you feel about this marriage?" Daniel asked making you glare at him and Baekhyun chuckled before looking at you with a smile. "I feel amazing."

Your cheeks flushed as you looked away before looking at your brothers who just groaned at his answer. "I shouldn't have asked this question."

"Listen, Baekhyun." Jaehyun leaned in to his side. "If she does something, I am only a call away."

You gasped hearing his words which he said to you earlier. "This conman!"

You attempted to grab him but Baekhyun's arm around your waist prevented as he pulled you closer. "Let's not make our wedding a killing day, coffee bean."

You looked at him pouting and he imitated your expression while nodding cutely before you glared at Jaehyun. "I am letting you off today."

"I am letting you off today." He mimicked your tone before chuckling as he patted your head while Daniel hugged you and both of them walked away.

"So, you did got married to this brat." Minseok commented as he patted Baekhyun's shoulder and he rolled his eyes while you giggled nodding before your friends came one by one to congratulate.

"Ahh, my bestie is married already." Ria came forward with a fake crying face and you chuckled pulling her in a hug before she let go and looked at Baekhyun. "You have to take care of my bestie."

"Of course, I will take care of her more than you have ever had." Baekhyun said, confidently making a face at her. "You just wait, I will get back at you for pranking me."

Ria giggled. "That was part of fun, but aren't you glad that I was on your side and even played cupid for you."

"That...," He trailed off as he glanced at you, smiling. "I will always be."

"Okay, do this at your own new home, we have guests here." Ria spoke before winking at you as your eyes widened, noticing her playful look before slapping her arm while Baekhyun laughed where Ria walked away.

"Hey, Sister-in-law!" Sehun's voice beamed as he walked towards you before pushing his phone screen infront of your faces and you gasped. "Sooyoung!"

Sooyoung couldn't attend the wedding as her dad's health got bad and they had take him out of the country for his treatment but he was doing better now. However, Sooyoung didn't find it appropriate to attend the wedding while her dad was lying on the bed, so she couldn't join.

Baekhyun cutely waved at her. "You're being missed here. Now who would catch y/n's flower?"

She laughed. "I'll ask Sehun to do that."

"I am a busy person." Sehun remarked back earning an eye roll from three people before Sooyoung suddenly gasped. "Gosh, you both look so amazing!"

"Sehun-ah, I want to see their whole look!" Sooyoung exclaimed making you both giggle and sehun rolled his eyes. "I am not an assistant."

But, he eventually did as Sooyoung let out a squeal. "You look so beautiful!"

"I know right, I am." Baekhyun spoke smiling playfully and you chuckled nudging him lightly before the host of your wedding, Chanyeol clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

"Okay, we have prepared something for you both, so let's enjoy!" He exclaimed, clapping as he stepped aside while you looked at Baekhyun. "I have a bad feeling about this."

Baekhyun slightly laughed. "And I am really excited!"

You rolled your eyes before a music erupted, startling you as Baekhyun looked at you shook hearing the familiar song and you gasped cupping your mouth seeing a projector while a video was being played, where you were dancing with your brothers in your parents wedding anniversary. "No way."

JYP'S Honey.

Three of you were childrens, wearing a cap and black sunglasses as you were dancing between them and your cheeks flushed as you hid your face behind the flowers where you heard a giggle from Baekhyun. "Gosh, you are so adorable."

"Ugh! I am not!" You whined making him pinch your cheek as he laughed softly and you let out a shy chuckle. "Gosh, they still had this."

Suddenly, the woos from the audience could be heard taking both of your attention as you looked at your brothers coming to the stage with black sunglasses on their faces making your jaw drop. "Are you serious?"

"Noona, this one's for you." Daniel spoke as he slid his glasses a little to send a wink at you making you and Baekhyun giggle before Ria stepped on the stage with black sunglasses as she stood between them.

You sighed smiling as you realized they were reenacting the scene making you feel awed. As the song played again, three of them started dancing like how you did, earning some woos and making everyone dance along with them. You laughed feeling Baekhyun copying the steps playfully while jamming along with them and making you move along with him as you both laughed afterwards.

In the midst, Jaehyun walked over to you and grabbed you both to lead to the stage as everyone joined together. Baekhyun took your hand and twirl you around before wrapping his arm around your waist doing a wavy move making you laugh.

The photographer was smiling, watching the scene while capturing those moments and at that moment, Baekhyun leaned closer to your ear as the music was loud. "I think I should show you my strength since you always doubt it."

"Huh?" Your forehead creased confusingly as he placed his hands either side of your waist and you let out a squeal when he lifted you up unexpectedly making you wrap your arms around his neck in reflex.

Everyone wooed watching the scene while you stared down at him with enlarged eyes as he giggled. "So.. Do you believe in my strength now?"

You burst out laughing before leaning down to bump your forehead against his gently as your palm pressed on his cheek. "I do."

As the moment was captured, you knew, you have had the best wedding ever with the best lifepartner.

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8:48 pm

It was dinner time, everyone was seated down on the thick mat with the cushions filled around and the shelter about was decorated with flowers and some candles around them. You had changed your gown into a knee-length white dress while Baekhyun's blazer was over your legs as you gave him a light squeeze around his hand locked with yours on his lap.

His thumb rubbed softly against your skin making you look at him to see him discussing something with Sehun about their business thing and you smiled at his warm gesture.

"Stop looking so much, you look crazy in love." Ria's voice snapped you out as you looked at her to see her giggling with Rose beside her and your cheeks flushed making you glare at them. "Shut up."

"Awe, my shy Y/n." Rose reached out to pinch your cheek softly and you scrunched your nose pulling away before chuckling at them. "So, Is your little one giving you hard time?"

Rose was seven months pregnant with a baby boy before her hand went to caress her bump softly and she chuckled. "Well, sometimes? Because he has been kicking way too much now."

"He already wants to come out." Ria commented giggling before Jack beside Rose spoke. "Because he wants to meet his dad."

Rose rolled her eyes while you and Ria laughed before you felt a light nudge on your shoulder making you look at Baekhyun. "Hm? What?"

"Shush." He placed his index finger on his lips as he leaned in. "Let's sneak out, coffee bean."

You laughed lowly. "What?"

"I am waiting behind that tree." He whispered pointing to the place and you chuckled staring at him weirdly. "We're married now, Baek."

"Don't ruin the fun and follow me." He glared at you playfully before kissing your palm as he excused himself from everyone and walked away.

"Go, your husband needs you." You turned to the voice to see Mrs Byun giving you a teasing smile and it was loud enough to take everyone's attention as they looked at you before giggling and you closed your eyes blushing.

Nevertheless, you slowly got up with his blazer in your hands as you wore it properly before walking away and you could hear your dad's voice kids these days and you chuckled fastening your speed. Aproaching him to see him standing against the tree with his hands shoved in his pocket and you just took your moment to stare at this handsome man infront of you.

As if he sensed your eyes, his head tilted to the side to see you as his lips curved upwards in a beautiful smile and you smiled back before he extended his hand which you took it as he made you stand infront of you. The moonlight touching his face made him look even more ethereal while his eyes bored into yours with a dreamy smile on his lips and you felt yourself blushing under his gaze.

"You know everyone got to know about this sneak out." You said and he pouted, clicking his tongue playfully. "Plan failed."

You chuckled. "But why did we even snuck out?"

Baekhyun pointed towards the sky with his index finger. "For that."

You tilted your head up to the sky with a gasp seeing the whole night sky, filled with shining stars and the lightning moon as your eyes sparkled. "Wow."

"You watch your favorite stars and I'll watch my favorite, you." He uttered out softly with his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer and kissed your temple making you smile as you looked back at him, before circling your arms around his neck to hug him.

He tightened his grip around your waist. "Gosh, you know you give the best hugs."

You chuckled placing your chin on his shoulder. "Let's stay like this here and live here."

He hummed. "Let's live on the tree and do your tree show."

"Seriously!" You whined leaning away as your arms rested around his neck and he laughed making you smile as seeing him laughing just brush your anger away.

His laughter slowly subsided, as his eyes stopped to stare at you softly as he bit his lower lip and you looked away blushing. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I am looking at my beautiful, wife." He said tucking the strand of hair behind your ear smiling and you bit your lip as you couldn't say anything back making him giggle as he slightly bumped his forehead against your temple. "Do you remember that day? When I helped you by being your boyfriend?"

You laughed nodding, remembering that moment as you looked at him. "Of course, how can I forget that? I was so surprised and who knew we would end up like this."

"Yes, and I am soooo...," He trailed off stealing a peck from your lips. "So glad that I did that. And now you're officially my wife, Mrs Byun." He added winking.

"And you're officially my husband, Mr Byun." You winked back and his eyes widened. "Did you.. Did you just flirted with me?!"

You shrugged giggling. "Perks of having a flirty husband."

"I seriously love you for flirting with me." He said kissing your cheek and you kissed his cheek back. "And I seriously love you for being my flirty husband."

Both of you looked at eachother for a moment before bursting out in giggles before pulling eachother in a hug.

And they knew, they were home.

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And, that's a wrap! I hope you liked this chapter and this fanfiction too. I was really thinking if I should post the last today or not because somehow, I didn't wanted it to end and posting the last chapter is making me emotional🤧. Anyways, I just want to thank you, whoever has been reading this story and your responses really made my day and I appreciate it a lot.

This fanfiction has been close to my heart because this my first ever written and posted story, the storyline was simple but the plot and characters are very close to me, there might have been some errors and typos but it still made me improve my writing skills. I might write an epilogue, maybe, not confirmed, but I really want to though, and if I did I would post it for sure. 🥺

Again, thank you and hope you guys like this chapter, then, take care till I post my another fanfiction soon🤍

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Now, Forever, and Always

Summary: She was perfect—intelligent, entertaining, kind, beautiful... but mortal. Loki was determined not to lose her.

Word Count: 7,031

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: So this idea came from a made-up fic title sent to me by @the-emo-asgardian for an ask game a few weeks ago and has been living rent free in my mind ever since. I don't know why that out of all the nice, happy fic ideas I got out of that game, it was the depressing one I decided I had to write. Oh well. Hope you enjoy!

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He knew better.

He hadn’t planned on remaining on Earth for any extended period of time. His forced servitude to the Avengers, his punishment—it was a nuisance that he would have to endure for a bit, but like everything else on the planet, it was temporary. Human lives passed with the beat of a heart. They would not hold him for long. Loki only needed to keep his head down and wait.

He knew better than to get involved with a mortal.

In his defense, it hadn’t been something he could have prepared for. At first glance, Madelyn Robbins was hardly anything remarkable. Her role as Stark’s personal assistant kept her in the periphery, the type of person one didn’t notice was in the room until she stepped forward with the answer to their question mere moments after it left their tongue. She was forgettable, unexceptional, a background figure that you weren’t supposed to notice.

But Loki noticed her.

He noticed her intelligence, how easily she picked up on concepts most mortals could never even begin to understand, how she seemed to remember anything and everything she heard and saw. He noticed her focus, how she was able to filter through the chaos of the Tower and retrieve the information she needed without ever having to raise her voice. And he noticed her boldness.

The first time he spoke with her was a week or two after he had first joined the Avengers, back when it seemed there was not one employee in the whole building with enough backbone to look him in the eye. Loki told himself it was fine with him. It wasn’t as if he was interested in making friends with any of them. He had been reading in one of the common areas when he noticed her standing over his chair, waiting expectantly.

He frowned. “Pardon?”

Madelyn’s smile didn’t waver. “I said Mr. Stark’s sending me out on a coffee run,” she said, clutching her tablet to her gray blazer. “I was wondering if you wanted anything.”

Loki glared up at her coldly, out of instinct more than anything else. “I do not drink coffee.” He had expected her to cower, but she only laughed.

“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” she nodded as she turned to leave. “But I just wanted to make sure.” Loki had watched as she made her way across the room to where Thor was talking with two agents he didn’t recognize. He didn’t hear what they said, but her musical laugh carried over his brother’s booming voice. When he turned back to his book, he found himself reading the same page over and over again.

She didn’t ask him for his coffee order again. Loki should have been pleased with that—she got the hint, she wasn’t trying to bother him—but as he watched her make the rounds with the other Avengers, joking together as she balanced the plastic cups on her tray, he felt only disappointment.

He started watching her from afar without really realizing he was doing it: during briefings, in the lab, at Stark’s godforsaken “teambuilding exercises”—she was always there, standing in the background, waiting to jump into action the moment someone needed something. She was quiet, but not a shy sort of quiet—she’d dive into conversation with anyone who gave her the opportunity to do so. No, Madelyn was a professional quiet. Loki found himself wondering what she was like outside the Tower, beyond the boundaries of her employment.

She was notoriously private about her personal life. Stark would tease her about it often, asking her loaded questions everyone knew she wouldn’t answer.

“You don’t mind staying late tonight, do you?” he’d smirk. “You won’t be keeping anyone waiting up, right?”

Loki would have been driven mad by such interrogation, but Madelyn always laughed it off. “I’ll worry about that, Mr. Stark. You just stick to your robots.”

Perhaps this was why it was treated as such a shocking turn of events when Thor announced that he had seen Madelyn’s boyfriend.

“It was in front of the building, on the street. They were embracing.” His brother seemed unreasonably proud to be the one to break the news to everyone. “He was tall, light-haired. Very handsome. I’d say they looked to be very much in love!”

As the others tittered over this gossip, Loki slunk from the room. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Madelyn was clever, kind, attractive—of course she had a lover. What did it matter? It wasn’t as if it affected him. Still, he couldn’t shake the hollow feeling in his chest.

What kind of man would she love, he wondered? Someone gentle, probably. Someone who she could sit down and talk to knowing he was genuinely listening. Someone who would respect her choices and trust her decisions. Someone who could make her laugh—Madelyn loved to laugh. It seemed she was always giggling at something someone said, hiding her mouth behind her palm as her eyes sparkled with mirth. It was rather adorable. He had made her laugh before, once when Stark and Rodgers were arguing over some inconsequential thing. Loki didn’t even remember what it was he said; he had just rolled his eyes and made some dry remark, and Madelyn ducked her head into her hands as she chortled. When he turned towards her, she was smiling brightly at him. He found he was smiling too.

It was stupid, but Loki didn’t like the idea of anyone else making her smile like that.

The other Avengers didn’t seem to mind, and to Loki’s chagrin the mystery man remained a hot topic of conversation for the next several months. He couldn’t look at her without Thor’s words bleeding through his ears like poison in his mind: “I’d say they looked to be very much in love!”

Loki was thinking about it the day before New Year’s Eve, when Madelyn joined him in the elevator as he was returning to his rooms with her usual cheerful greeting. He nodded his hello. For a moment, they only stood in silence, but soon enough she turned to him.

“Are you going to Mr. Stark’s party tomorrow?” she asked.

Ah, yes. Stark’s infamous New Year’s celebration. Loki thought that he would prefer the scorching heat of a Muspelheim prison to spending the night with a skyscraper full of drunken mortals who despised his very existence, but Thor had made it clear that he had little choice in the matter.

“I’ve been told that I will be in attendance, whether I like it or not.” Madelyn chuckled, and Loki felt that familiar warmth rising in his chest. He cleared his throat. “Are you going?”

“Yeah, I guess. It would look bad if I didn’t,” she sighed wistfully. “I don’t know, I just always feel like such a loser showing up to these things alone.”

Loki frowned. Surely, attending alone was not her only option. “Your boyfriend is not accompanying you?”

Madelyn cocked her head, giving him a strange look. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” she said slowly.

For a moment Loki thought he was hearing things. “You don’t?” he repeated.

She shook her head, frowning. “Why did you think that?”

His mind was racing. “Thor—he said he saw you embracing someone in front of the building.”

“What!” she cried. “When?”

He told her the whole story, repeating his brother’s tale practically word for word in bewildered confusion. By the end, she was laughing incredulously.

“That was Dave!” she choked. “My brother-in-law, Dave! I left my purse in my apartment, and I needed my ID to get into the Tower. He was just dropping it off for me. Did everyone think we were a thing? Oh, that’s hilarious!”

She dabbed at her eyes with the corner of her sleeve as Loki stared in disbelief. For so long, he had buried his thoughts under the belief that she was taken, that even if he allowed himself to want her she could never be his. This revelation seemed unthinkable.

“You’re not seeing anyone?” he asked.

“No!” She was still laughing as she shook her head. “I’ve been single for the past two years.”

“Oh.” Loki swallowed. He knew he should have left it there. She was mortal. She was temporary. Indulging the wild longing in his chest would only lead to more suffering. He knew better.

And yet he didn’t.

“Well, in that case,” Loki inhaled. There was a tremble in his voice—where had that come from?—that he hoped she didn’t notice. “Perhaps you would honor me with your company at the party tomorrow night?”

Madelyn turned back towards him “Are—are you asking me out?”

He burned. “I believe that’s the proper phrase.” This was a terrible idea.

But she didn’t appear to be offended. Rather, she sounded … confused. “Really?” she asked. “I just—I didn’t think you liked anybody here.”

“I like you.” He did, he realized, although it was strange to admit out loud. The simple truth was that the room lit up whenever she entered, and he lit up with it.

“Really?” Madelyn whispered. He nodded. “Well,” she said, a soft smile breaking out across her lips, “I like you too. And I’d love to go with you tomorrow night.”

Something bloomed in his chest, something lovely and wonderful and warm. He loved the way she smiled.

“Excellent,” he said, fighting to keep his elated grin from seeming too over-eager. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

It was scandalous, to be sure, when they walked onto the penthouse floor arm in arm on New Year’s Eve. It seemed the whole room fell quiet for a moment. In the back, Stark nearly choked on his drink.

Madelyn didn’t seem to mind. She pulled him through the hordes of people, the voluminous skirt of her dress swirling around her in an emerald sea. He didn’t know where she had managed to find a gown that so flawlessly matched his colors on such short notice, or how she had even known to look for one in that shade, but it was perfect.

She was perfect.

Stark’s holiday celebrations were always an adventure—they weren’t quite up to par with the unhinged chaos of Asgardian feasts, but they usually were hectic enough to keep Loki looking over his shoulder the entire time, half expecting to find some demon from his past lurking amidst the drunken partygoers. That night though, there was only Madelyn. She pulled him through the madness with the easy assurance of an expert, gliding with him across the dance floor as if they owned it. She knew all the nooks and crannies, all the little alcoves to which they could retreat when they wished to break from the noise to talk.

They talked a lot. She told him about her family, about her mother who went around telling all her brunch friends that her daughter worked alongside the Avengers for a living (“she leaves out the fact that I’m basically a glorified intern”), about her older sister who gave up her dreams of Hollywood to settle down with her high school sweetheart.

“He’s the one who dropped off your purse?” Loki interrupted as they sat at a bench against the wall on the balcony, overlooking the festivities below.

Madelyn laughed. “Yeah, Dave. He is a sweetheart.” She shook her head, still chuckling. “I can’t believe you guys thought he was my boyfriend. That’s so funny to me.”

“Well, my brother does have a tendency to jump to conclusions,” Loki sighed, watching Thor and his crowd of inebriated fools attempting to take shots off of Mjolnir’s handle. He turned back to his lady. “But you can’t place all the blame on him. We all knew next to nothing about your personal life. How was he to know better?”

“True,” she mused. “I like to keep an air of mystery at work. It keeps people interested.”

“Oh?” Loki raised his eyebrows. “If that’s the case, then why have you dropped the mystery with me?”

She scowled at him with mock outrage. “Am I not interesting enough for you, Asgardian?”

Laughing, he pulled back on to the dance floor.

It was fitting that the party marked the beginning of the New Year, because afterwards everything changed. It had been a while since Loki had courted anyone, and of course Midgardian “dating” was a bit different, but it brough a levity to his life that he hadn’t realized he needed. On the surface, it didn’t even seem that drastic a shift. Sometimes, it was as simple as a glance from her across a crowded room, that warm smile meant just for him, and suddenly the whole world lit up. Stark groaned that the two of them making heart eyes at each other all day made him sick, but Loki couldn’t care less. For once, life didn’t seem quite so wretched.

At first, they only spent time together within the Tower—after all, Loki was confined to SHIELD’s surveillance. He was rather ashamed of it, ashamed that he wasn’t able to take her out and show her a good time the way she deserved, but Madelyn insisted that she didn’t mind. She’d pick up sandwiches at a bakery down the street and they’d have dinner in his rooms while watching a movie.

He had to laugh—Madelyn had a list of film she claimed were a critical part of Midgardian culture that he just had to see, but inevitably they’d turn it on and spend the entire time talking over it about a subject only tangentially related. He didn’t mind though, and Madelyn didn’t seem to either—she’d rest her head on his shoulder and tell him all the differences between the film and the book which it was inspired by, and he’d wrap his arm around her shoulder and hang on to every word.

The first time she stayed the night had actually been an accident. It seemed that they both had miscalculated how tired they were after a week of wild missions and had fallen asleep together whilst cuddling on the couch. Loki woke up with the gentle pressure of her head on his chest and the warmth of her in his arms. He was smiling before he was even fully awake.

After a while, he began finding ways to sneak out of the Tower and meet her elsewhere. Her tiny apartment became the center of his world. He’d meet her for coffee or for dinner or just for a walk, and she’d take him home with her, so often that she stopped asking him if he wanted to come in. It was a peaceful kind of domestic that Loki had never thought to dream about. Madelyn was perfect—intelligent, entertaining, kind, beautiful, everything he could ever want. Sometimes, he almost forgot that she wasn’t Asgardian.

Her mortality would rear its head in other ways, though. One day, she tripped walking down the stairs as they were leaving her apartment building, tumbling to the ground before Loki could catch her. It wasn’t a bad fall, and Madelyn had scrambled back to her feet in seconds insisting she was fine, but her ankle had swollen up almost immediately. When she tried to take another step, she almost fell over again.

This time, Loki scooped her up into his arms. “Fragile little thing,” he teased, carrying her down the steps to a nearby bench.

They had laughed about it, but a week later Madelyn was still walking with a limp.

One night, he awoke with a start, sweating and shaking and gasping for air as Madelyn hovered over him anxiously.

“It’s a dream!” she was crying. “Loki, it’s not real!”

The bed was too hot. Loki ripped himself from the covers, hunching over the side as he struggled to catch his breath. Madelyn followed, rubbing his back soothingly as he fought to control the trembling in his hands. For a moment, the room was silent but for his labored breathing.

“Are you okay?” she finally whispered.

He nodded, not trusting his voice.

“You were crying in your sleep.”

Must have woken her up then. He tried to swallow, but his mouth tasted like sandpaper. “I’m sorry.”

Madelyn shook her head. “No, it’s fine! I was just worried.” She squeezed his hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Loki inhaled. “It was just a dream. No matter.” Even in the dark, he could feel her eyes on him, studying him in concern. When he moved to lie back down, she laid next to him, a protective arm around his torso.

“You’re safe here, okay?” she whispered. “Nothing can happen to us here.” Loki didn’t answer, only staring at the ceiling.

For once, it hadn’t been about him.

No, he had dreamed of Madelyn, stiff in a hospital bed, her cheeks hollowed and gaunt, her once vibrant hair now a thinned and faded halo on the pillow beneath her head. Her wrinkled skin sagged with the weight of infirmity. Her clasped hands rose and fell with her chest as the death rattle stained her wilted lips.

Loki tried to forget about it, but the image was seared into his memory. He couldn’t look at Madelyn without picturing her face caving into a haggard old woman choking on her last breath. It would happen soon, he realized, horrifically soon. Mortals had a hundred years if they were lucky, less if they weren’t. He spent sleepless nights lying awake in bed, listening to Madelyn’s steady breathing in the dark. 100 years—that was nothing. That was a blink of an eye, a beat of his heart, and then she’d be gone.

He couldn’t bear to think of it.

There was a story, he remembered suddenly on one such torturous night, a story his mother used to tell to him and his brother when they were small, about a goddess with magical apples that could grant immortality to those who tasted them. It was probably nothing, just a childish bedtime tale, but once it flitted into his mind Loki couldn’t get it out. After all, didn’t most legends have some basis in fact?

It was a myth on Midgard, too. He found it within moments when he looked it up—the story of Idunn’s apples. Of course, that didn’t mean anything. The human versions of Asgardian history had a tendency to be quite muddled. But … it was an idea. There had to be something, some way to extend a mortal lifespan. Without telling anyone, Loki began devoting his free time to research.

They had been together for several months when Loki decided to take Madelyn to Asgard for the first time. Frigga had extended her invitation to her a bit prior, but accepting hadn’t been an easy decision. He had watched Thor take Jane home many times over since he began his stint with the Avengers. He had seen firsthand how Asgardians looked upon mortals in their midst, even when the mortal in question were on the arm of their golden prince. He couldn’t imagine that Madelyn could expect any better treatment— in fact, given his reputation, it seemed safe to assume that she could expect worse.

But in the end, they decided to go. Madelyn was excited—her first time traveling off world— and Loki was eager to introduce her to his mother, who he knew would just absolutely adore her.

Secretly, he was also hoping that she would be able to help him with granting Madelyn immortality.

His mortal lover was a bit overwhelmed at first by their trip to the Golden City.

“I think I’m going to be sick” she whispered, clutching his wrist so tightly it almost hurt as they stepped off the Bifrost, and for a moment Loki feared that the visit had been a mistake. But she recovered quickly, and soon curiosity bubbled over her anxiety.

“What’s this made of?” she asked, wide eyes staring at the bridge beneath their feet as he helped her mount his horse. “Is it some kind of crystal? How does it work?” He couldn’t help but laugh as he climbed on behind her, pressing a kiss to her neck before spurring on his stead.

As to be expected, his mother took Madelyn under her wing immediately, greeting her with an embrace before swooping her away to help her unpack and dress for dinner.

Unfortunately, she was less helpful when Loki approached her later about his search.

“Oh Loki,” she sighed when he asked if she knew of any way to extend a human lifespan. “That’s the quandary of becoming entangled with mortals. Their lives are fleeting. You have to be able to accept that.”

No. Loki shook his head fiercely. “There must be some way,” he insisted. “The stories you’d tell us as children, Idunn’s apples—“

“Those were stories, my son.” He hated the pity in her eyes as she studied him. “She is mortal. She will grow old, and she will die. It’s the way of things.” Frigga took his hand in hers. “Enjoy the time you have with her. Don’t waste her life trying to save it.”

He ripped his arm from her. “That’s not good enough!”

She inhaled, holding the bridge of her nose. “You could ask your father,” she finally offered. “He may know something I don’t.”

Loki huffed in resignation.

When he brought forth his question before the AllFather, he had known Odin would never take it seriously. Still, he found himself tasting blood as his father’s ragged laughter echoed across the empty throne room.

“Is this the reason why you brought her here, then?” he asked. “You seek a cure for inferiority?”

“I seek to expand my lady’s lifespan,” he said, struggling to maintain his even tone. “She has no inferiority to cure.”

“Your lady,” he mocked. “Your lady, who you might snap in half with a wayward flick of your wrist. Would you not call that inferiority?”

Loki held his tongue. Try as he might to ignore it, there was truth to Odin’s words and he hated him for it.

“I seek to expand her lifespan,” he repeated. “Do you know of any method do do so?”

His father raised his eyebrows. “Unlike my sons, I’m not in the habit of keeping mortal pets.”

Loki seethed. “She is not a pet!”

“Your time on Midgard has made you as childish as your brother.” Odin shook his head, leaning back in his golden throne. “The mortal’s life is fleeting, insignificant. You would waste your time and mine trying to raise a dog to godhood.”

“She’s not a dog!” he snapped. “She’s not a dog, she’s not a pet, she’s my love and her name is Madelyn.”

“And in a century, she’ll be dust!” the king retorted. “Will it matter then what name marks her headstone?”

Loki stormed out.

It was pathetic, pathetic, that his father’s words still cut him so deeply, that his inconsequential views could still send him running with tears burning in his eyes like a slighted child. He stomped through the palace halls with no real destination in mind, heaving like some kind of animal.

He’d show him. He’d show them both. He’d find a way to save her. Somehow, he’d find a way to make her immortal, and then they’d see. They’d see.

He was shaking uncontrollably by the time he found Madelyn in the gardens, gathered in the middle of the brick pathways with Frigga and several of her ladies. It was strange— swathed in an Asgardian gown, with her hair done up in the latest fashion, one would never have known she was of Midgard.

She turned as Loki approached, her eyes lighting up as they always did whenever they landed on his. However, her gaze turned to a frown as he got closer.

“Loki, what’s wro—“ he planted his lips on hers before she could finish, cradling her face in his palms as he drank in her smell. Madelyn stiffened at first, but in moments she had melted into the kiss even as the court ladies tittered around them.

When they finally pulled away, she let out a flustered giggle. “What was that for?”

He studied her face, her sparkling eyes that seemed to hold whole galaxies, entranced. “I love you.”

Loki had never said the words before, not to her or any other woman, and yet they flowed from his lips as easily as a downhill stream. Madelyn’s breath hitched.

“What?” she breathed.

“I love you,” he repeated, his heart glowing with all the confidence in the universe, and he kissed her again.

When they returned to Earth, Loki threw himself back into his research with a new ferocity. He scoured the history of the Nine Realms, seeking just the slightest hint that what he was searching for existed. The myth of Idunn’s apples was a recurring subject, and he tried frantically to trace it to reality, but unfortunately, his mother’s assertion that it was naught but a child’s bedtime story appeared to be true. He couldn’t find any proof of them actually existing. Still, he spent nights at his desk, hunched over the scrolls Frigga sent him from the palace library, praying for something that continued to elude him.

Madelyn, unconcerned with her impending mortality, fretted he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

“Just come to bed,” she pleaded with him one night. “Whatever it is, it can wait until the morning.”

He laughed softly. “I don’t need as much rest as you do, love. I think I’ll be fine.”

“But you stay up all night, and then they send you into the field in the morning!” she insisted, rubbing his shoulder. “That can’t be safe.”

He covered her hand with his own, gently stroking her knuckles. It never ceased to amaze him how soft her skin was. “You don’t need to worry about me, darling.”

But Madelyn was right, as always. He wasn’t getting enough sleep at night, and it was beginning to affect his reflexes. It was only a matter of time before it all came to a head.

In Loki’s defense, it wasn’t entirely his fault. The mission had been flawed to begin with, everything that could have possibly gone wrong went wrong, and Loki had ended up trapped in an underground Hydra base with no backup, no escape plan, and hordes of enemy agents closing in. Still, it was manageable—far from ideal, but manageable— until he miscalculated a dagger throw and hit one of their Tesseract-powered devices.

Shit—

He felt the blast more than he saw it, felt the burst of scorching heat that flooded the hall and ripped the air from his lungs. His vision burned bright white.

Huh, he remembered thinking, perhaps Madelyn and I will have closer lifespans after all.

She was the first thing he saw when he awoke, head buzzing and limbs too leaden to move. He opened his aching eyes and she was there, glowing in the light of the hospital room, his guardian angel watching over him through the night. When he croaked her name, her eyes swam with relief. She reached out to stroke his cheek, the chill of her fingers soothing against his feverish skin. He melted against her touch. Suddenly, nothing else mattered.

“Madelyn,” he gasped. “Madelyn, marry me.”

He passed out before he could hear her answer.

They were wed on Alfheim, atop a picturesque cove overlooking the gardens of Ljosalfgard. Madelyn was absolutely radiant, her silver gown bathing her in a pearly glow as she practically sang her vows to him. Loki drowned in her eyes, drowned in the desire to sweep her into his arms and kiss her until they were both out of breath. He could have almost ignored the vow "til death do us part" had it not been for the pitied glance the Elvish officiants exchanged as she said them.

"I'm going to find a way to save you," he whispered against her hair that night as he held her to his bare chest.

Madelyn shifted, craning her neck so that she could fix him with a frown. "What are you talking about?"

A wayward strand of hair clung to her forehead. Loki pushed it away absentmindedly.

"Death will not part us, my love. I swear it."

She sighed. "Don't think about stuff like that. Not tonight." She leaned back against him, covering his hand with hers as she drifted off to sleep.

Loki didn't say anything.

Stark bought them a house in Upstate New York as a wedding present—a sweet, cozy little place not too far away from the new Avengers base. It was quiet, secluded, peaceful, everything he could have ever asked for.

If only he hadn’t known it was temporary.

Madelyn didn’t understand. She’d get up in the morning to find Loki pouring over his scrolls at the kitchen table, having never come to bed at all, and scold him for not taking better care of himself.

“This is ridiculous!” she snapped. “You’re going to kill yourself over this wild goose chase!”

“I have to!” he insisted. “I have to find a way to save you!”

She sighed. “You don’t need to save me.” Kneeling besides him, she took his face in her hands. “Don’t you see? I don’t care how long my life is, as long as I get to spend it with you.” Loki closed his eyes as he leaned into her palm, covering the back of her hand with his own. It was so simple for her. She didn’t understand how the image of her decaying features haunted his every waking moment.

They had been husband and wife for quite some time when he finally found something—a lead that might have the capability to save her from her ephemerality. Loki was ecstatic, more hopeful than he had been in years as he prepared to make the journey across the galaxy. Madelyn was less so.

“Look,” she worried as she watched race about the house packing a bag. “I’m glad that you’re so happy, but is this really worth the trip?”

“How could it not be?” he asked. “Once I return, you will finally be immortal, as you deserve. We will be able to live out our lives together forever.” Loki glanced up at her. “Don’t you want that?”

“Of course I want that, Loki!” Madelyn cried. “But more than that, I want you, here, safe. You don’t know what you’re walking into. You can’t even know how long you’ll be gone! What if something happens to you?”

He laughed softly. “You need not fear for me, my love. I will always return to you.”

Still, she remained unsoothed. “Please,” she said. “If you have to go, let me come with you. We’ll stay together!”

“No. It’s far too dangerous for you.” The very thought sent a shiver down his spine. “I’ll not allow the Norns to take you from me as I attempt to save you.”

“Loki …”

“Darling.” He kissed her, relishing the way she melted against him. “All will be well. I swear it.”

But all was not well. Months of searching in the very corners of deep space brought him nowhere, his false hopes dashed across the barren landscape of the planet her salvation. The scrolls had been wrong. There was nothing.

At first, Loki stayed out there, still frantically searching for something that could save her. He had promised, sworn, to her that he would find a way. He couldn’t return home empty handed. And so for a while longer he remained on the edges of space, traveling from planet to remote planet as he fought to find even the slightest hint of the solution he sought. But the time away weighed heavily on his soul. He missed Madelyn—he missed the curve of her smile, the melody of her laugh, the way she never seemed to tire of listening to what he had to say. He missed waking up to the comforting pressure of her head on his chest. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He had barely made it up the driveway before Madelyn had thrown her arms around him, clinging him so tightly that he almost couldn’t breathe even as her tiny body shook with her tears. Loki tugged her closer, burying his face in her neck. She smelled like home.

Still, something held him from smiling when they finally pulled away.

“I failed,” he whispered, hanging his head. “I failed you, Madelyn.”

She shook her head, cupping his face with her hands. “You’re back,” she said sternly, “You’re back and you’re safe and that’s all I will ever care about.”

Loki hadn’t realized how long he had been gone until he returned. Madelyn was the same gorgeous creature he had always known, but he began to pick up on miniscule differences within her. She was thinner, her face more worn than when he remembered. He found himself repeating the same tales to her over and over again—she’d ask him questions about his journey, he would answer them, they’d talk about his answers until she was satisfied … and then she’d ask the same question a few days later as if she had never spoken it before. It frightened him.

At first, he would point it out to her, his fear manifesting in frustrated questions: “Didn’t I already tell you all this?” But he hated the way she flinched, how her face would fall as she murmured apologetically that she must have forgotten. He hated feeling as if he was causing her pain. So, Loki repeated his anecdotes and kept his worries to himself.

He feared for her physical health as well. Her hands had become stiff and swollen since he had seen her last, painful to the point that she now took prescribed medication to help her cope. On some days, it seemed hardly noticeable, but on others she could barely bend her fingers. Still, Madelyn insisted that it was fine.

“It’s no big deal,” she told him. “My mom had arthritis, I knew I was probably going to get it eventually.” With a dry laugh, she added, “I’m probably lucky—she always had it much worse than this.”

Madelyn’s mother had passed away while he was gone, the victim of the horrible human disease known as cancer. Madelyn didn’t speak much about it, not even to him. Loki felt guilty—he had unknowingly her left alone and without support in a time when she had probably needed it the most. He was also increasingly anxious—if Madelyn had already inherited one disease from her mother, who’s to say she wouldn’t also develop the far more deadly one? Loki found himself returning to his research.

It wasn’t until he started on the texts Thor had gifted him from his own travels that he thought he found something. A necklace of myth, purported to be held deep within the twisted forests of Terma, enchanted to bring eternal life to those who wear it about their neck. Loki arranged to leave for it immediately.

However, his wife put her foot down. “You’re not going again.”

Loki sighed. “I have to. Madelyn, there’s a chance that this could work—”

“That’s what you said last time!”

“I know. But I have to try.”

“Why?” she demanded, tone verging on hysterical.

He turned around incredulously. Why? “Because I love you!”

“No you don’t!” The walls rattled with the weight of her words. It was only then that Loki realized his wife was crying. His eyes widened in horror. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t keep leaving.” Her voice cracked, her breath coming in unsteady hiccups. “You were gone for so long. I didn’t know if you were okay, or if you were coming back—I was so scared—”

Loki pulled her into his arms, where she sobbed freely against his chest. It was as if someone had stuck a dagger in his gut. Everything he had done, every action he had taken—it had all been for Madelyn. That’s all he ever wanted, to protect Madelyn! And yet, it seemed he had caused her more pain than the forces of nature he sought to protect her from.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered against her hair as he held her to his chest. His vision prickled with tears of his own. “I won’t leave again, I promise. I’m so sorry, my love.”

He resolved to be strong. He would not think of what the future held; he would keep his mind in the here and now, safe and warm with his perfect wife at his side. And so he did, for a time. He’d read poetry to her out loud as she rested her head on his lap, telling himself that he was only imagining that the creases in her face seemed to be deepening with every passing day. Some nights, they’d join the others for dinner at the Avengers base, where the conversation would inevitably devolve into Barton and Stark arguing over who had the more accomplished grandchildren and Madelyn would doze off against his shoulder on the way home. There was a steady sort of domesticity to it, and Loki enjoyed it—he enjoyed every moment with her—but he could only ignore time’s dark specter for so long.

It reared its ugly head in the form of a bottle under the sink. When Loki had first found it, he had only been confused, but when he presented it to Madelyn, she wouldn’t look him in the eyes.

“It’s hair dye,” she finally admitted. “I’ve been using it for a few years now.”

Loki didn’t understand. “What are you talking about? Your hair color hasn’t changed.”

Her laugh was soft and tinged with sadness. “I went gray a while ago, sweetheart. I’ve been dying it my natural color.”

It was as if someone had ripped the air from his lungs. “Wh—” A few years? He gulped. “Why would you do that?”

“I—” Madelyn seemed ashamed. “I was afraid it would upset you. You’ve always been so worried about me, you know—” she inhaled sharply. “I was afraid you’d leave again.”

The heartbreak in her voice was killing him.

“I’m not going anywhere, darling,” he assured her, reaching out to pull her closer. “I promised, remember?”

She nodded, resting her cheek against his chest. “I do remember that, at least.” Loki laughed as he held her close, but inwardly his mind was racing.

He was running out of time.

This time, when he returned to his research, he did so in secret. Madelyn was suffering enough—he didn’t want to contribute to her pain. At one point, keeping her in the dark about his activities would have been difficult, back when she caught every little shift in his personality, but these days she didn’t seem to notice as much. Still, Loki couldn’t spend whole nights at his work the way he used to. Madelyn slept lightly, often waking up in the darkness to a fit of hacking and gasping for air. He’d be at her side in a second, glass of water in hand and notes abandoned.

“Sorry … for waking you up,” she’d wheeze. “Didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” he’d choke.

But one night, she caught him. It was chillier than usual, and he had moved from his desk to the living room and the fireplace. The crackling of the flames masked the padding of her feet down the hall.

“What are you doing?”

He jumped. Madelyn was standing in the hallway, wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the doorframe for support. Her eyes seemed to glow in the light of the fire.

“I—” He didn’t know how to respond. Perhaps that was enough of a response. She sighed, hobbling forward on unsteady legs. Loki rushed forward to support her. “Darling, you shouldn’t be up.”

“No.” She gripped his wrist, nodding towards the couch. “Sit with me. Hold me.” Her expression left no room for argument. He wasn’t certain he wanted to argue with her anyway. Loki scooped her up into his arms and carried her across the room, surprised by how little effort it took him. Madelyn had always been light, but it seemed she had become even more so since he had last picked her up. He found himself thinking about the first time he had carried her, when she twisted her ankle on the steps of her apartment. It felt like just yesterday that he had held her in his arms as he teased her for her mortal fragility. For Madelyn, he realized with a start, it had been a lifetime ago.

He sat on the couch before the fire, still holding her in his lap. She fixed him with a stern glare.

“You said you were done with this.”

As words failed him, Loki let out a pained breath. “It’s you,” he whispered finally. “I can’t—I can’t just give up on you.”

“It’s not giving up.” She reached out to stroke his cheek with wrinkled fingers. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “Loki, I’m old. I’m going to die, soon rather than later. That’s not something anybody can change. Not even you.”

He wished he could accuse her of lying, that he could stand up and prove how she was wrong, how he could stop time’s work. Instead, tears blurred his vision when he opened his eyes. “I can’t lose you.”

She smiled, shaking her head. “You’re not losing me! I’m right here. With you. Now, forever, and always.” She kissed the corner of his mouth, leaning her head against his. “I love you, Loki.”

He pressed his lips to her temple. “I love you too. So much.”

The fire had gone out when he awoke in the morning. She was still in his lap, at rest and peaceful.

“Madelyn?”

She didn’t move.

Loki brushed his fingers across her cheek. Her skin was cold.

His voice broke. “Madelyn.”

But Madelyn only lay against him, still and silent and perfect as could be.

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Spaces Between Us Chapter 11: Strong

The hardships of real life separated them six years ago, and Emma has been struggling to put that fact behind her ever since. But then, only after she’s convinced herself that she’s moved on and that her new life is enough, Killian Jones comes back.

A Captain Swan Modern AU

A/N: Oh no my hand slipped and I posted early again

This chapter was hard to write, and it might be hard to read. Some heavy stuff happens so please take care of yourself and read the warnings! As always, if you need more information, please please message me.

***This chapter includes a scene containing descriptions of domestic violence. Please message me for more details if you need to***

Thank you, as usual, to my beta and friend @the-darkdragonfly, and to @donteattheappleshook and @xhookswenchx for listening to my ramblings and helping me figure out the plot to this <3

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If there’s one thing Killian was not expecting when he woke up this morning, it was this. In fact, this has been the furthest thought from his mind for months. When Emma assured him that Henry is not his son, he believed her and forced himself to drop it.

He would gladly raise her child as his own, if she would allow him to do so. He would help them to escape her abusive husband, getting them out of the state entirely if he could, and he would act as a father figure to her boy.

But when she walks towards him in the hospital that afternoon, her eyes bloodshot and her face red and swollen as she cries some more, he hears the last thing he’d ever expected to hear.

“They want to do DNA testing,” she tells him softly, her voice croaking and rough in the aftermath of her violent sobs. “A… a paternity test.”

“Emma…” he tries, but nothing else will come out.

“I’m sorry. The pulmonologist says there's no way this is from him being premature. It’s really bad, and he says it’s got to be genetic.”

“I know, love, but… I just thought…”

She's silent for a moment, and it’s as if she doesn’t even want to try and speak. Finally, she inhales deeply and forces out her explanation.

“The weeks before you left, we were fighting all the time. And then we would have sex to numb how much it hurt, and the whole time, I mean… I was bad about taking my pill. And once you left I was still bad about it, but… if I got the date of conception wrong…”

He nods, though he’s having trouble understanding her as the world feels blurry still. Despite his confusion, though, he runs his hands up and down along the length of her arms. “He’s still so small, though.”

“He was five pounds, eight ounces when he was born. Which is tiny, but Dr. Whale said that a stressful pregnancy can impact birthweight. And… I mean, I spent my pregnancy with Walsh. I lost you.”

Taking her hands in his, he squeezes and begs her to look into his eyes before he pulls her bottom lip from between her teeth and wipes away the tiny trace of blood left behind. “Love, are you sure about this?”

He watches as she begins to break again, the tears immediate and her breathing quickening until he pulls her in for a tight hug. “If this is true-- if you’re his dad-- that means I put him through this for no reason. What kind of a mother does that make me?”

Although he’s overcome with confusion and a difficulty accepting what seems more and more likely to be the truth, he’s also overcome with the need to comfort her. So he shushes her gently, kissing her head, and whispers, “you're the best mother in the world to him, my love. You did everything you could to protect him. If this is true, we can leave, and I'll be the best father I can to him. Together, we’ll make up for what he’s been through, I promise.”

“I don't want to do this to you,” she cries, and although she grips him tightly, he can feel her pulling away. “I don’t want to put you through this.”

“There’s nothing I want more than to be a family with you and Henry. Even if he isn’t my son, I'm going to get you out of Storybrooke and I'm going to treat him like he is.”

She holds onto him for a while, letting her breathing even out and probably deciding whether he’s telling the truth, and he considers the weight of their situation. He never thought he would be a father. Once things ended with Emma, he thought it was over for him and that he would never move on and be happy enough to start a family with anyone else. Then, when he found her again and with a child of her own, he thought he would at least be happy enough raising someone else’s son if it meant being with her. When she so firmly and believably insisted that he did not father her son, he believed her and tried his best to move on.

Now that the possibility is dangled in front of him once more, he isn't sure he can survive the heartbreak of being proven wrong once again.

But when he thinks about the lad who has Killian’s mother’s eyes and Emma’s round cheeks and an attitude that couldn’t possibly be inherited from such a horrible man, his heart clenches in his chest and he can’t bear to not know. He can’t go through life without knowing whether this child is his. He wants him to be his so very badly. And even if he isn’t… he may as well be.

“What do we need to do, love?” he finally asks, giving her assurance that he’s in this with her no matter what they find out.

She sniffles, looking up at him with glassy red eyes and asks, “are you sure?” and he nods with firm resolve and a soft smile. She returns it and explains, “they can do a paternity test right now. I can pay for rapid results and find out in a few hours.”

Brushing the hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear, he nods again and leans down to kiss her despite the fact that they're in public. They're hidden in a quiet hallway, but the possibility that anyone can walk in on them in each other’s arms is real. “I’ll pay.”

“Killian, no--”

He cuts her off with another kiss, this one more heated, and then says, “I’ll pay. However the results come back, I want to be here for the lad. I’ve missed five years already, let me start making that up now.”

She sighs and kisses him now, holding him as close to her as she can as she cradles the back of his head in her hands. “Should we talk about what this means?” she asks softly, voice barely above a whisper in the quiet hall.

“All it means is that a part of me may have been with you all along. I can take comfort in that. It means I have a reason for being so fond of your son, other than him being your son. It means there’s hardly any reason for us to be apart ever again.”

“Aside from my potential murder,” she jests, although it feels heavier than any joke should.

“Hush,” he quiets. “I told you I'm not letting anything happen to you and I meant it. We’re going to get this sorted out now, alright?” She nods, her nose running along his cheek. “Now, are they going to stab me with a needle, or can they simply swab my cheek?”

With a snort, she asks, “what, you can handle a bunch of tattoos, but a bit of blood work is too much for you?”

“Oy,” he argues, tickling her playfully until she giggles and buries her face in his neck. “I’ll do anything for that lad, I swear. Just… a cheek swab is a bit less uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure a cheek swab would’ve been less uncomfortable than 39 hours of labor, too.”

“Alright,” he concedes. “Come, now. Let’s find out the level of torture I’m about to endure.”

~~~~

It’s hours of sitting behind the desk, torturously staring at the clock and willing it to turn to 8 pm so she can leave. Tink doesn’t deserve this shift; it’s a complete waste of a day, and hardly anything exciting has happened. One would think that the emergency department at a hospital would be more busy, but Storybrooke is a small and sleepy town. The only thing that’s happened today is a little boy getting checked in for his asthma, and if nothing transpires with what was discovered after he was admitted, it’ll feel like a wasted shift.

As if his ears were burning, the elevator opens to reveal something very exciting indeed: the mayor. He hurries towards her, leaning over the desk with a sense of urgency that Tink suspects is purely for attention and votes. “I’m looking for Henry Oswald,” he insists.

She blinks at him and cocks her head, turning to her computer for show, although she already knows what’s about to happen. “Do you have ID?” she asks when she sees the kid’s chart, concealing her smirk.

The mayor grumbles something about her not knowing who he is and the slightly sadistic side of her cackles. The cackling gets louder when she takes his ID and shakes her head, giving him a falsely apologetic look. “I’m sorry, sir, I can only allow family into his room.”

His face is nearly unreadable, but she sees the way his eyes widen threateningly when he asks, “excuse me?” in a deceptively calm tone.

Not falling for his playacting, she repeats, “only family is allowed in the room at this time.”

“I’m his father,” he insists.

Tink shakes her head. “Not according to his chart, sir. The name on your ID does not match the name listed here.”

“Let me see that.”

“I can’t, sir, it’s a confidential medical record. Only his parents are allowed to see his information.”

He slams his hands against the desk and shouts, “I’m his father! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Honestly, Tink should work on her tendencies to rile people up. But when she heard about the drama with the mayor’s son not actually being the mayor’s son, she was sort of hoping this would happen. She didn’t vote for him, anyway. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to lower your voice and take a step back.”

“I’m not lowering anything until you let me see the kid!”

“Sir, I’ll have to have you escorted out by security,” she insists, pressing the button under her desk discretely and watching the security guards rush into the waiting area.

The mayor shouts in anger as he’s hauled away, threatening to sue the hospital and insisting that Tink is infringing on his rights as a father. She smiles softly at the image she saw earlier, of a small boy sleeping away in his big bed and his father diligently guarding him from his firm, uncomfortable chair.

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Killian wanted to go for her after finding out the truth about Henry-- the fact that Walsh isn’t his father and Killian is-- but she was terrified of leaving him alone for even a second without the protection of the sheriff, so she insisted on going. He didn’t take that lying down and made her promise to stay in the hospital where it’s safe, so when he fell asleep in the hard folding chair, she kissed his forehead and snuck out of the room and down to his car.

It’s strange how easily she’s been able to accept the events of the day. It started with her having a mental breakdown over her husband’s maltreatment of both herself and her son, and has evolved into her feeling a sense of completion. Things are starting to feel right. Her life is falling into place.

Killian is Henry’s father.

She can continue to stress over the fact that she was too consumed by the pain of losing him to even consider the possibility later, but for now, she focuses on getting as many of Henry’s things as she can and stashing them in Killian’s squad car before she goes back to the hospital to be with her son. Killian can bring all of his stuff to his apartment later, so that she doesn’t waste any more time being away from him or being in this damn house.

She smiles as she grabs his favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Quackie, and pushes it into his small backpack before reaching for his nebulizer and placing that inside as well. She grabs Goodnight Moon and his favorite copy of Henry and Mudge, and just as she’s reaching for the rest of his clothes that she has laid out on his bed, she hears the front door slam.

In a panic, she shoves his clothes into the duffle bag as quickly as she can and zips it up, but she isn’t sure how she’ll be able to leave the house without him knowing. The squad car is parked outside, and while she was initially worried about taking it for fear of Killian getting into trouble, she’s glad she has it now. Maybe if he thinks the Sheriff is here, he won’t do anything. Maybe she can climb out the window without being seen, sneaking back in the front to grab the keys from the kitchen and making a break for it. She doesn’t need any of her own things, just the contents of the small backpack slung over her shoulder.

Just as she makes the rash decision to head out the window, hoping that the roof below the second story will be enough to ease her to the ground, she feels a hand on her shoulder yanking her back inside until she’s on her back and looking up. She’s never seen him look so angry-- she’s never seen anyone look so angry. He glares down at her through fury and rage and she fears what’s to come.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks simply, seething through his teeth as she gulps and attempts to stand. He stops her by pressing the toe of his boot, still wet from the snow outside, to her forehead. “I said what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Um--”

“I just left the hospital. The school called, and when I got there, they said only Henry’s family can go into his room.”

She tries not to dwell on the fact that the school called him because she knows that they were required to do so. She also tries to ignore the fact that he waited almost eight hours before going to the hospital to look for Henry, able to put the thoughts of anger out of her mind and replace them with relief at him not being the father of her child. All she can do now is gulp and stare up at him in anticipation for what he might do to her.

He removes his boot and lets her stand, and just when he steps to the side and she’s tricked into thinking that he may let her leave, he throws her onto the small bed and screams, “his family?! How convenient is it that the hospital thinks someone else is Henry’s father?”

“Walsh,” she tries, but he’s on her before she can go on, pressing his forearm to her throat to silence her with just enough force for it to hurt.

“And now you're here, in the sheriff’s car,” he hisses, spit spewing across her face as he berates her. “If you tell me he isn’t mine-- if you stuck me with this life for six miserable years for absolutely no reason-- I will fucking kill you right here.”

She lets out a sound that should indicate the damage he’s doing as he increases the pressure of his hold, and he lets go only long enough to replace his arm with two hands. He squeezes hard until she starts to see stars, clinging her hands to his wrists in an attempt to claw him away from her and open up her airways again. Instead of letting go, he lifts her by the neck and throws her back down against the bed with more force than she knew was possible. He screams some more, but her world is going dark and she can’t make out a word he says to her.

Her lips start to feel numb at the pressure he applies. Her eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of her skull. Her desperate movements at his hands weaken, and she truly believes that he means to kill her. He means to end her life as punishment for falsely saddling him with fatherhood. She has the realization that she’s about to pass out and probably die, and then sees her son’s face flashing before her eyes and is reminded of why she’s here. Not just why she’s in his room gathering his things, but why she’s here on this earth. What purpose she serves as a person.

She’s a mother.

No one can take that from her.

No one.

She lifts her hands from his, finding one last grain of strength, just enough to plunge her pointer fingers into his eyes and make him scream in painful anguish as he finally releases his hold on her. She takes the deepest breath she ever has and ever will again, and feels more sympathy for Henry than she ever has before because nothing has ever been scarier than wanting to inhale and being incapable of doing so.

Walsh cries out, swearing at her and calling her names before he throws her onto the floor, causing her to lose the wind in her lungs once more. But she’s committed to fighting back now, and she won’t let him win, so she kicks him hard between his legs so that he falls beside her and then moves to stand herself.

Grabbing the small backpack, the one that at least has his nebulizer in it, she feels Walsh's hands grabbing for her ankles as she starts to run. She makes it down the stairs and grabs the keys off of the counter, wishing she had just kept them with her, when he cuts her off. He raises the stakes, too, because he’s standing three feet from her with a gun she had no idea he owned and a wild, murderous glint in his eyes.

“Are you gonna shoot me?” she asks, her throat and neck burning as she speaks.

“I really, really want to.”

“What about your reelection?” she taunts.

“Fuck you.”

She glances around the room as she stares down the barrel of his gun, and realizes she isn’t scared. It’s the icing on the cake, the fact that he’s had a gun in the house that her five-year-old lives in the entire time and never bothered to tell her. She’s furious.

So she picks up the crystal vase on the counter and he laughs, asking what she’s going to do with it when he’s standing there with a gun to her head, and she tosses it at him. It’s his grandmother’s, and he wouldn’t dare let a family heirloom shatter, so he drops the gun and catches the vase. She grabs his golf club as she runs by the bag he’d left by the entrance of the kitchen, holding it like a bat as he turns to face her again.

“You’re not his dad,” she confirms finally, her strength giving way to the cocky attitude that she’s been wanting to give him for months. Years. “The sheriff is. And I’ve been fucking him for months.”

He growls in the back of his throat, grumbling something about her being a bitch, and rushes her foolishly. She swings the golf club with all of the force that she possesses and knocks him and the crystal vase to the ground, taking a deep grounding breath when he remains still, and then hurrying towards the door.

~~~~

She parks outside of the sheriff’s station, unsure of what to do next. She knows he can’t do anything to her here, and she doesn’t want to go to the hospital where Henry could see her. She also doesn’t want to let Killian see her like this, because he was right all along.

She always thought that a part of Walsh must've loved her, just a bit. She thought that he would never hurt her, because she’s his wife, and that’s just not how things are done. Killian was right, and she should have known better.

She remembers hearing a statistic in college, back when she wanted to be a social worker, about how battered women are in the most danger when they try to leave their abuser. She never for a second saw herself becoming a statistic.

~~~~

The sheriff’s car had been parked outside for twenty minutes before Deputy Ruby Lucas decided to take a peek and investigate why he wasn’t coming inside. When she finally does look, she sees something she would never have expected.

Of course, she figured out they were having an affair pretty easily. It’s not like they were being discreet about it, after all. But Ruby never suspected that the sheriff would lend his town-appointed vehicle to his mistress.

She likes the mayor’s wife well enough, even more so upon finding out how little she regards her husband. The man’s an absolute terror and she’s never liked him, and always struggled with how someone could possibly have found enough good in that man to marry him. Of course, finding out that Emma doesn’t actually like her husband very much was a bit of a pleasant surprise.

She taps on the window on the drivers side and the woman inside jumps, staring up at Ruby with wide eyes filled with terror. “Are you alright?” Ruby asks her through the glass, and she watches as Emma grimaces as she turns her head to face forward again. Suddenly and with great clarity, Ruby’s astute deputy skills kick into gear as she notices a deeper-than-normal shadow on the woman’s neck and realizes what’s happening. “Where’s the sheriff?” she asks.

Emma says, “the hospital,” although her voice is rough and sounds strained.

Ruby wants to turn on her flashlight and take a better look at the woman before her, but thinks better of it so as to not spook her. She leans down so that she’s more on her level and says, “can you come inside with me? We can call him.”

She watches as the frightened woman reaches her hand up to her neck and cringes away from her own touch before undoing her seatbelt and exiting the car, her eyes wide and fearful as she looks around the empty parking lot.

Ruby has never seen someone look so terrified in all her years as deputy.

~~~~

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never cold | third year boyfriend!tsukishima x gn!reader

genre: fluff and angst

warnings: jealousy, poor communication

word count: 4.0k

summary: you’ve always loved valentine’s day and believed it was a holiday worth celebrating and this year you have tsukishima to spend it with. however, much to your disappointment he tells you that he thinks the holiday is a waste of time and doesn’t understand why people even bother. so what happens when your secret admirer takes their chance to tell you how they feel?

a/n: i’m sorry this turned out kind of lame but nonetheless i hope you like it!!! ty for requesting!! also this is a repost bc tumblr is picking a fight :)

original request here

Every year, each class is assigned to run a holiday event for the school. So, when the school president notifies you that your class will be in charge of the Valentine’s Day event this year, you’re over the moon.

You’re determined to pull off an amazing event not only because your pride as class representative is on the line, but simply because you love the concept of Valentine’s Day.

During your break between classes you rack your brain, trying to think of an idea that will blow the entire school away.

“What about a kissing booth?”

You turn to look at your friend, nose scrunching in distaste, “Really? A kissing booth? I think that’s overdone and quite frankly, disgusting, Yachi.”

Embarrassment is written all over her face and you can’t help but feel bad at your small outburst, “Sorry Yachi, that was rude of me. I do appreciate you trying to help me though.”

Her messy blonde hair sways side to side as she shakes her head, “No, you’re right. I’d feel sorry for whoever has to kiss hundreds of random strangers.” A giggle escapes your lips when you see the way she gags at the thought.

“Hey, Y/N are you planning to do something with Tsukishima for Valentine’s?”

The question catches you off guard. You’ve been dating for just about a year now and you know he wasn’t exactly into these sorts of things but surely, he at least had something planned, right? Just as you’re about to respond, the school bell goes off, signalling the start of your third period.

For the rest of the day, your mind is preoccupied with brainstorming. Love telegrams? Serenades? Chocolates? No, although traditional, it was all too boring to you.

It’s only the when the ring of your cellphone brings you back to reality. Your face lights up at the caller ID, your finger quickly swiping across the screen.

“Kei! Where have you been?”

When you hear your boyfriend’s voice for the first time today, your worries seem to fade away. “Yamaguchi, Hinata and Kageyama kept pestering me to practice with them during all our breaks today.” You can just imagine the scowl he has plastered on his face.

“Well it can’t be helped. After all, interhighs will be here before you know it. You’ve got to set a good example for all your juniors.” You hear him sigh on the other end, “Yeah I guess but, that means we won’t be able to see each other as much.”

The corner of your lips lifts upward into a wide smile. Tsukishima has never been the type to be so forward when expressing his affection towards you, so you always cherish these types of moments.

You’re suddenly reminded of what Yachi asked you earlier in the day and you ponder whether or not you should bring it up with him.

“Hey, Kei?”

“Hm?”

“Do you have anything planned for Valentine’s Day?” You can barely make it out, but you definitely hear him scoff.

“Probably not. I don’t really understand why people go crazy over it. It’s so corny and unnecessarily expensive, it’s just a waste of a day.”

You nod your head, even though he can’t see you, “I see. Well I have homework to do, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Kei.”

Before he can respond, you end the call, throwing your phone on the bed.

Why were you so upset? You know that your boyfriend was like this; you understand that he isn’t fond of big theatrics when it came to love. You like him and he likes you, that’s all that should matter. Yet, for some reason, you can’t get rid of the tight feeling building in your chest.

When you wake up the next day, your heart still feels heavy. Last night’s conversation still lingers in your mind, maybe because you know there’s some truth to what he said. Or maybe, it’s because you secretly hoped he’d take advantage of the holiday to show you how much he cared for you.

Pushing your thoughts away, you busy yourself with getting ready for another day of school.

When you arrive, you easily spot your boyfriend, his tall frame towering over most of the other students. One of his friends catches your eye, before giving your boyfriend a gentle a nudge, pointing towards you. Tsukishima turns to look at you momentarily before quickly walking off in the direction of his classroom.

Automatically, your lips turn into a frown. He must be upset because you abruptly hung up on him last night. You let out a sigh; maybe you’d buy him a slice of his favourite strawberry shortcake and surprise him after his practice.

During class your mind is anywhere but the lesson, your focus drifting between the Valentine’s event and Tsukishima avoiding you.

“Y/N”

“Y/N!”

Your seatmate gives you a sharp nudge to the side, bringing your attention to the front of the room.

“I believe you have an announcement for the class?”

You scramble out of your seat, smoothing out the wrinkles in your uniform as you make your way to the front of the classroom, “This year our class has been chosen to run the Valentine’s day event.” A mixture of groans and excited whispers fill the classroom, “If you would like to participate in the planning process please let me know. Those who do not partake in the planning are required to participate in the execution of the event.”

During lunch, much to your relief, a number of students approach you to offer their help. As a group, you exchange ideas back and forth and by the end of lunch break you’ve collected a wide variety of ideas. All that was left was to actually decide on one.

Happiness and excitement settles in your chest, and you can barely sit still for the rest of the day. When the final bell goes off, those helping with the event hurriedly crowd around your desk to continue the conversation from earlier.

“Okay well we definitely have to have flowers and chocolate! How can you have Valentine’s Day without those?”

“Singing attracts way too much attention. I would literally die of embarrassment if I got serenaded in front of the whole class.”

“Telegrams are so overdone, but I also think they’re romantic, they definitely fit the vibe.”

“What if we set up an event based on the red string of fate?” Once you hear the idea your heart falls in love.

“Watanabe, that’s a great idea! Students can send in their profiles and whether they’re looking for love or friendship. Then we’ll match them based on preferences. On Valentines Day, we’ll separate students onto two sides of the sports field. They’ll find the card with their names and put on their string before they set off to find their match!”

Excited chatter erupts among the group, everyone adding in their two cents. The next while is spent delegating tasks to everyone, from promotion to design to operations. By the time you wrap up it’s already close to 7pm.

Grabbing your belongings, you quickly throw them into your bag. Tsukishima should be wrapping up practice soon, and unless his teammates ask him to stay the two of you could walk home together.

Quickly, you make your way to the gym to find your boyfriend. From quite a distance away you can clearly hear Hinata and Kageyama shouting at each other as usual. When you arrive at the door, you’re greeted by a chorus of “hellos” from the volleyball club.

Your boyfriend jogs over to you, stopping just shy of the door. Upon further inspection, you can see the beads of sweat forming on his nose and forehead and you can’t help but smile, knowing how hard he must be working to make it to nationals this year.

“Y/N? What are you doing here still?” there’s a hint of standishoffness in his voice but you brush it aside, “My class was assigned to the Valentine’s Day event, so I stayed behind with some classmates to do some planning. I thought that we could walk home together?”

Tsukishima’s lips press into a thin line. Was he still angry with you?

“Sorry, but we’re still practicing.”

A voice chimes in from behind, “What are you talking about? You just said-”

The tall male whips around, you can’t see his expression but by the way Hinata reacts, you can tell he’s glaring at him.

“You know what, forget it. You obviously don’t want to walk home with me and I’m an adult so I can walk myself home.” Turning on your heels, you storm away from the gym, ignoring your boyfriend as he calls your name.

The next couple of weeks fly by as you’re busy preparing for the Valentine’s event. Applications flow in every day, and although you’re glad the event is a hit you can’t help but feel exhausted.

The fact that you and Tsukishima haven’t spoken properly since your outburst doesn’t help either. Your text messages are short and infrequent; a simple “good morning” and “good night”, and sometimes the occasional “have a good day”.

Before you know it, Valentine’s Day arrives. As you step onto the field, your heart is racing uncontrollably. You’ve spent the past month alongside your classmates working out every single kink to ensure everything would be perfect for today.

You raise your arm into the air, the red flag in your hand dancing in the cold winter breeze. Taking in a deep breath, you call out as loud as you can, “Ready... set.... go!”

Laughter fills the air as you watch your school mates stumble between each other trying to find their other half for the day through the sea of red.

“Pull on your string, you might be my match!”

“Quit pushing me!”

“Hey, stop trying to tangle my string!!”

“You guys are totally matched together, you’re literally the same person.”

Your cheeks start to ache from smiling so hard, but you can’t help yourself. Watching as everyone slowly finds the end of the red string creates a warmth in your chest. You haven’t felt this way since... well since the day Tsukishima confessed to you.

It had happened last winter. The two of you were walking home together after his volleyball practice. You’re not sure what came over you at the time but you thought it would be a good idea to throw a snowball at him. The look on his face when the cold white powder hit him square in his chest was absolutely priceless. But the moment didn’t last long when he made a much much much larger snowball.

You screamed at the top of your lungs as he chased after you, determined to get back at you. After a few minutes, your lungs started to give out and so you turned around, hands held up in the air, “I give up, I’m sorry.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, snowball still in his hands ready to throw it at you if need be, “What are you sorry for?”

You tried to stifle your laughter, for someone who acted so cool all the time, seeing that side of him was honestly quite refreshing, “I’m sorry for throwing a snowball at you. You must be cold.”

“No.” In three swift strides, Tsukishima is standing in front of you, “I never feel cold when I’m with you, Y/N.”

A distant voice snaps you out of your daydream. When you come back to your senses, you realize everyone has found their match and is waiting for your closing remarks. Grabbing the microphone you quickly thank everyone for participating, sending them off with well wishes.

Once the majority of the students leave the field, you round up your classmates, thanking them for all the hard work they put into the event.

As you head back inside, a familiar voice calls your name, “Y/N!”

“Watanabe, thank you for the amazing idea. There’s no way I would have been able to think of something as creative as this.”

They quickly shake their head, “No way, I should be the one thanking you. You had so many more ideas to add on that really brought it to life. This event was totally a hit, I heard a lot of people saying they want to do this again next year.”

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you as you head back to your classroom to grab your things.

“Hey, Y/N...?”

“Yes?”

“Are you doing anything tonight?” Your head snaps towards them, the surprise evident on your face.

“Ah sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just wondering since you always seem so excited to talk about Valentine’s Day.”

You reach out, giving their shoulder a gentle pat, “That’s okay, I don’t mind,” you pause momentarily, “I don’t think I’m doing anything.”

Watanabe nods their head, clearly thinking about whether or not they should puruse the current topic. When they choose to let it go, you silently thank them, not wanting to be reminded of the fact that you and your boyfriend were still on bad terms on the supposed most romantic day of the year.

When you arrive at home, you try to distract yourself with your homework. Hours pass by, not a single message, or phone call. Even if Tsukishima didn’t like the holiday didn’t he at least have the heart to tell you “happy Valentine’s Day? Pulling out your phone, you open up your chat with your boyfriend. But before you can start typing, the familiar typing bubble pops up and you quickly exit out. You watch your screen expectantly, jumping when your phone chimes.

[10:43pm] ♥kei♥: good night.

Immediately, your shoulders deflate. That was it? Another simple goodnight? Throwing your phone in the corner, you climb into bed and shut your eyes. Maybe in your dreams you’d meet Tsukishima in a world where he truly cared.

Your body feels sluggish in the morning as you make your way to your cubby. Instead of sweet dreams, you tossed and turned all night unable to get Tsukishima off your mind. Pulling your indoor shoes out of their slot, you drop them to the floor with a thunk. You slip off your outdoor shoes, and just as you’re about to put them away, a red envelope catches your eye.

You look around to see if anybody is watching you, but everyone around you is absorbed in their own conversations. Quickly, you stuff your shoes away, before tearing the red packaging open.

Dearest Y/N,

Where do I begin? When I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were an angel sent from the heavens. Seeing you smile at me sends my heart into a frenzy, and quite frankly, I’m not sure if I’ve even recovered from the last time you looked at me with those eyes. Those beautiful eyes that I could get lost in forever.

If only you were mine, I’d make you happy.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

You were at a loss for words. From the way they addressed you, it was obvious it wasn’t your boyfriend. Yet, you couldn’t think of a single person that could have written you this letter.

The warning bell goes off and you shove the letter into your bag, rushing off to homeroom.

As the week continues on, so did the letters. No matter how hard you looked, you couldn’t figure out who was leaving them for you.

At your wits end, you decide to confide in Yachi. If you couldn’t catch sight of your secret admirer, maybe she could, “I’m telling you Yachi, it’s definitely not Kei. I have no idea who it could be and I have no idea how they keep slipping me these notes without me noticing!”

As you ramble on about your secret admirer, you fail to notice how silent Yachi has become. When you finally realize, you notice how stiff she’s become; the colour has drained from her face and she’s not looking at you, but past you.

Slowly you turn around, only to be met with a cold pair of eyes. The grip around your wrist is tight as you’re dragged down the hallway.

“Kei, you’re hurting me. Let go!” Your complaints are dismissed as the two of you continue on, stopping only when you reach the gym used by the boys’ volleyball club. Your body is shoved into the supply room, Tsukishima slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

Click

“Why have you been ignoring me?”

Your mouth hangs open, completely lost for words, “Kei you can’t be serious.”

The way his gaze pierces through you tells you he’s dead serious.

“Is it because of the letters you’ve been receiving? Who are they from? Do you like them?” His questions come rushing at you so fast, you can barely catch everything he’s saying.

But the longer he goes on, the angrier you feel yourself become. You can hear the blood rushing in your ears, your body trembles with anger, you even think you might be seeing red.

“Do you want to break up with me?”

It’s like something inside you snaps and you can’t bear to listen to his rambling any longer, “Tsukishima Kei,” your voice rings loud and clear in the small room. For a moment even you’re stunned at yourself.

You open your mouth to speak again, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a weak sob. You lean over, resting your hands on your knees as the tears build in your eyes. It only takes a moment for them to start streaming down your face.

“Kei you’re so stupid, you’re so fucking stupid.” When you feel his fingers graze your skin, you immediately step away, your back hitting the layer of gym mats.

He takes a step towards you, “Y/N...please tell me what I did wrong. Please.” His voice is soft, barely a whisper.

When you look up at him, he looks just as ruined as you do. The area around his eyes is bright red, tears brimming his eyes.

"I wish you loved me more.” The words are bitter in your mouth, but there’s truth in them.

But when you see the look on his face, you’re instantly filled with regret, “Kei I didn’t-” but he cuts off you off before you can continue, “Is this because I said I wasn’t planning anything for Valentine’s Day?”

You say nothing, but your silence tells him everything he needs to know. Running his fingers through his hair, he lets out a frustrated sigh, “Maybe if you weren’t hanging out with Watanabe or any of those other people.”

“We were working on the Valentine’s Day event, and you know that.” you spit back at him, anger brewing in your chest once again.

He steps towards you again, arms trapping you between his body and the mats behind you, “I bet one of them is the one sending you the letters.”

When you don’t respond, he starts to make his way out of the supply room stopping momentarily to look back at you, “Y/N, I don’t need a shitty holiday to express how much I love being with you, when I do it everyday. Or at least that’s what I thought.”

With that, he leaves you, his footsteps heavy against the hardwood floors of the gym.

Over the weekend, you try to distract yourself from thinking about Tsukishima. But no matter what you do, everything always seems to lead right back to him.

Like the hoodie you’re wearing that he (reluctantly) gave you when you snuck out past midnight that one time. Or when your parents bring home the strawberry cake that the two of you would sometimes share at the bakery near your house.

While you drown in your feelings you ignore the knock on the door. But it comes again, and again, and again. Forcing yourself up from your bed, you make your way downstairs.

Swinging the front door open, you’re greeted by nothing but the emptiness of your front yard. Just as you’re about to shut the door, a flash of red catches your eye.

On the ground is a card and attached is a piece of long red string. The string passes your front gate but that’s as far as you can see. Cautiously you pick up the card, your name written clearly on the front. You don’t recognize the writing and so you debate with yourself for a few moments.

You shout to your parents that you’ll be back, not bothering to tell them why you were running off so late at night.

As you follow the red string you pass a number of familiar places. Your favourite bakery, the record store that has all the albums of your favourite artists, and the book store you like to hide in on rainy days.

At last, the string leads you to the park. Your eyes follows the string to where it disappears behind a nearby tree. Slowly you approach, your feet crunching against the snow.

Just before you can identify the person at the end of the string, a ball of white is hurled towards your chest.

You look down, the icy crystals already melting into the fabric of your hoodie. The sound of footsteps catch your attention, the culprit walking out with his signature smirk plastered across his face.

“What the hell was that for?”

Suddenly, you’re pulled into a hug. It’s warm and familiar, the feeling has you melting into his arms.

His hands grab fistfuls of your hoodie, pushing you closer to his body, holding you as if you were going to melt away just like the snow. Part of you is still angry at him for lashing out at you, but the other part of you knows that you were also in the wrong. So you stay, you stay in his arms because when you’re together like this, your heart knows that it’s home.

The two of you continue to stand there, breathing in sync, hearts beating as if they were one.

“Y/N I’m sorry.” His voice breaks the silence between the two of you.

One of his arms wraps itself securely around your waist, the other rising to cup your cheek, “I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you like that, it’s not your fault you were getting those letters.”

You shake your head furiously, wanting to tell him he’d done nothing wrong but when you look into his golden eyes. It’s a look you’ve never once seen before. It’s almost as if they’re pleading for you to listen, just for now. So desperate yet so full of love.

“I should have realized how important Valentine’s Day is to you. When you hung up on me, I should have realized. When I saw you the next day I shouldn’t have run from you. Being away from you hurt me, and I know it hurt you just as much. It wasn’t fair of me.”

There are a million thoughts running through your mind, but there’s one that you can see clearly.

“Kei, I love you.”

Maybe it was the winter chill, or maybe you’ve finally managed to fluster him, but nonetheless his ears burn a bright red.

“I didn’t mean what I said the other day - about wishing you loved me more. I know you do. I know you don’t say it often, but everything you do for me shows me you do.”

You ramble on, listing every action of love, big or small, that you can recall. Your speech is cut short when your boyfriend captures your lips in a chaste kiss.

His lips are cold against yours, yet when he pulls away, your mouth feels like they’ve been set aflame, “Y/N, I love you. If you want, I’ll make you feel as if Valentine’s Day is everyday.”

Your heart flip flops at those three words but all you can say is, “Kei you’re cold.”

Gently, he knocks his forehead against yours, “I’m never cold. Not when I’m with you.”

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