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don’t have to pretend | blake hughes au

blake hughes au

summary: how blake hughes and nico hischier finally confess their feelings for each other

word count: 4.1k

“Nico, you know you don’t have to keep coming over anymore,” Blake whispered. she had been thinking a lot about their relationship lately, or lack thereof. she didn’t know how much longer she could take being so incredibly infatuated with him but unable to say anything.

Nico looked confused, like the idea of not coming over to visit Blake was incomprehensible. Blake stared at Nico, waiting for him to respond. she hoped he would say that he wanted to be with her, that he had feelings for her… anything to suggest that he wasn’t just here to make her brothers playing less sloppy. she had watched the games, she knew that Jack was struggling and the reason was probably her.

“I want to come over,” Nico finally responded, and although that's what Blake wanted to hear it wasn’t as satisfying as she thought it would be.

They both sat in silence for a moment, drinking hot chocolates out of mugs decorated with little ice skates. “yeah but, if you’re here just because of Jack then-”

“I’m not,” Nico butted in. They both stared at each other.

“Right well,” Blake was the first to shift away from Nico’s heated gaze, uncomfortable in whatever awkward tension she had just created.

Nico cursed himself in his mind. She doesn’t want you like that, he kept repeating over and over again. Although, no matter how many times he told himself that Blake wasn’t interested in him, he would still hold out on any string of hope that he had.

They had really connected over the few months that they had gotten to know each other, and either would be damned if they let that all go to waste. So, they both held on without knowing that the other person felt the exact same way.

“You're going to get cold,” Jack had pointed out to Blake as he picked her up to go out. but of course, she decided against better judgement and had decided to wear her sluttiest top without any form of coverup so that she wouldn’t chicken out.

Jack hadn’t mentioned Blakes tiny top, and so she counted it as a win that his critique came in the form of needing something warm. “Like, I'm seriously not going to give you my jacket when you start complaining,” he continued with the roll of his eyes.

“If all goes well tonight i won't need your jacket,” Blake had rebutted to Jack's distaste.

“Yeah well, with your luck you're going to be single forever so I'll be waiting for you to complain about the cold,” Jack teased.

“Right and… where’s your girlfriend?” Blake played into the sibling banter. “Last I saw your ex was on a lingerie mag and here you are… coming over to your sister's place before going out so she can help you pick out an outfit….”

“Right, okay I'm done fighting now!” Jack said, lifting his hands up in mock surrender. “But seriously, do these pants match with this top,”

“You're wearing black skinny jeans, anything you wear is going to match, now go!” Blake responded, shooing Jack out of her apartment and into the hallway. She looked at her reflection in the mirror one last time before leaving, making a mental note to put on some more lip gloss in the car.

“Who are you trying to impress anyway?” Jack had shouted once he and Blake got inside the bar. He was trying to find his teammates among the crowd, but it was no luck.

“None of your business!” she shouted back, catching the boy of her affections eye from across the bar. “Nico’s over there!” she yelled, turning to her brother who was already being pulled into conversation by somebody else. It seemed like fate was on Blake's side as she made long strides over to Nico who was, luckily, alone.

Nico looked hot, and god… the things Blake wanted to do to him… she should be locked up.

Blake wasn’t the only one appreciating the view though, because Nico was very clearly checking out his teammate's sister. His eyes trailed down Blakes face and onto her top, and if Blake had noticed him shift in his seat she hadn’t said anything.

“You look good tonight!” Nico had leaned over so that Blake could hear him through the loud music. Blakes face burned at his comment, and she was glad that the bar's lighting was dim otherwise it would be very obvious that she liked her brother's captain. although, liked seemed like a very meager word when her whole world turned upside down upon seeing his dimples.

“And you look very handsome!” Blake had turned her head close to his. She was going to need a few drinks if she was going to be this close to him all night. Especially, when all his teammates were here.

Nicos face lit up with a smile, and Blakes immediately matched it with a bright smile of her own.

“Sit beside me,” Nico said, pulling out the last empty chair beside him. He was still waiting for his drink.

Blake easily complied, smoothly sliding the bar stool as close to Nico as was possible without raising suspicions. “So….”

“Soo…” Nico copied Blake, both giggling at each other. They were two lovesick fools and yet, they didn’t recognize that the other was also helplessly in love.

“So, how have you been?” Blake smiled, leaning an elbow onto the bar so that she was even closer to the brown eyed man. She was so down bad…

“I’ve been good, just waiting for a pretty girl to come sit with me, you?” he replied flirtatiously.

“I’m really good! just waiting for a hot man to order me a drink…” she trailed off, focusing her gaze away from Nico and back to the bar staff.

“What do you want?” he said, already pulling out his wallet.

A bartender came over to their section, dropping off a cold beer in front of Nico while offering all sorts of apologies for the wait time. He waved the waiter ramblings off, and instead looked towards Blake for her order.

“A vodka cran,” she told the bartender, “double shot”

Nico had handed over the cash.

After some more harmless flirting, Nico led Blake back to the team’s table where she was greeted by everyone.

“Nice outfit,” one of the boys piped up, eyes trailing down Blakes body. she was wearing some jeans and a tight corset top that pushed her boobs up just right…

“Don’t talk to my sister,” Jack huffed, swatting the guy in the chest.

At Jack's words, your eyes immediately turned to catch Nico’s who was already staring at you. He looked torn, and before you could make any sort of move to question him he was shuffling chairs and sitting as far away from Jack as was possible.

All night, Blake had been trying to catch Nico’s attention from down the table. He barely glanced in her direction for the rest of the night, and now she was afraid that when he did she’d start to cry. She felt so pathetic as the other guy's attention fell to her chest, reminding her that the guy she was trying to get wanted nothing to do with her at this moment.

“I'm going to get another drink,” Blake said as she swirled the ice around in her cup. Jack nodded at her, and then she was walking towards the bar by herself.

Blake let the bartender make her “something special”, and she sat at the bar watching him pour a shit ton of juice and gin into her cup.

“Hey, you new here?” Some guy, blond and skinny sat in one of the many available seats next to Blake.

“uh no i’m not. Is that your opening line?” she huffed, giving the bartender a tip when she finally came back with her drink. Yes, Blake was being rude to the guy but she wanted nothing more than to be alone. Something that was impossible to happen in a bar at 1am.

“Uh, can I have this dance?” The guy tried to correct himself, and Blake cringed as a mix of two songs from 2010 blared through the bars speakers.

“No you cant-” Blake said, just as her head turned just enough for her to see a girl approach Nico. she couldn’t make out what they were saying, just that he was smiling in the same way he was earlier.

“Actually,” Blake corrected herself, and the blond guy turned to his group of friends as if to say “i told you so, girls cant resist my charm…”

the girl touched Nicos arm… “I’ll dance with you!” Blake forced a smile onto her face, turning back to the bar one last time to take a large swig out of her drink.

The blond guy grabbed her hand, and with a deep breath Blake let herself be dragged onto the dance floor which was coincidentally right beside the table filled with her brother's friends.

The blond guy, who still didn't have a name, spun Blake around so that her back was against his front. she tried to lean back into him, but it all felt so wrong.

The guy guided her hips, and her face heated up in shame as her brother's teammates started turning their attention towards her.

Blake turned herself back around, now facing the guy who brought her to dance. they swayed together for a few more minutes, and as soon as the next song finished Blake was immediately bidding her goodbyes.

She rushed over to the table, ignoring the blond guy's shouts for her snap. she grabbed her purse from her brother's chair. “Can we please leave Jack,” she practically yelled in his ear.

he turned to his sister with a look of concern in his eyes. “Did he do something..?” he said, gesturing to the guy from earlier who was now retreating back to his group of friends.

Blake shook her head. “I think i’m getting a headache,”

Jack stood up then, waving to his teammates as he bid them all goodbyes.

Nico had tried to catch Blakes eyes, but she refused to look in his direction.

By the time she and Jack got out to the car, she could feel tears of frustration threatening to fall. She had to keep her head glued to the window so as to not raise any suspicions with Jack, who was well… oblivious to all things that weren't in his direct line of sight.

“Thanks for driving me home!” her words were rushed as she scrambled out of his car. “I’ll call you in the morning!”

When her apartment door slammed shut behind her, Blake broke out into quiet sobs. She just wanted the mood from seeing Nico at the bar to continue for the rest of the night. It seemed that despite how hard she tried, nothing would ever come out of whatever she and Nico had going on.

When Blake was 15, she had dated this guy who had lived a few doors down from her. The relationship didn’t last long, but sometimes Blake liked to think about the boy who broke her heart. Usually at night, usually when she was upset, and usually when she had nothing better to do than upset herself with her own life's events.

He had been nice at first, someone Jack had talked to a few times when he was out playing street hockey. She couldn't remember if Ryder had ever joined Jack and her brothers games, but that didn’t matter much anyway.

What mattered was Blake overhearing him tell his group of friends that the only reason he was dating her was because she was going to compete in the olympics.

“she’s like, the perfect girlfriend to have,” he had said to his friends. “i never have to see her, she's a champion, and like, I can make out with her and shit whenever i want,”

The last part hurt the most. Ryder was the first guy she had ever kissed and really been with. She didn’t have time to have boyfriends that weren’t always at the rink or the gym. Her seeking out Ryder and being with him was her own little act of deviance.

Now that she’d gone to enough therapy sessions though, she was sure that the reason she wasn’t upset that he was with her because of her titles was because she wanted to be with herself because of her titles. When she was younger, she was solely defined by her medals. Therefore, it came to no surprise to Blake that her relationships would be defined by her achievements too.

Anyway, that didn’t stop her crying to her older brother about the whole thing.

She had bursted through Quinn’s door, tears silently streaming down her face as she fell face first onto his bed. He had brushed her hair from her face, asking her what was wrong.

“He’s using me,” she had said, and Quinn looked upset enough for the both of them.

“He’s such a fucking asshole,” he had said, looking at his younger sister with so much pity. “He doesn’t deserve somebody like you,”

At the time, Blake wasn’t sure what “somebody like you,” had meant. All her life she was defined by her skills, her body, her wins and loses… she wished figure skating and relationships didn’t have to be so difficult.

She hadn’t seen Ryder again after that. She had made no effort to go and see him, and Blake could’ve sworn she saw him slowly sneaking back inside his house whenever her brothers would go outdoors.

Now at 20, Blake lays in her bed and reminisces on all the shitty parts of her life with a new lens. She remembers Ryder and how he had used her, her coach and how she forced Blake to compete through injuries, and then her mind turned to Nico. who hadn't necessarily done anything to hurt Blake but his lack of action made her feel pathetic.

How is it that a man can flirt with you at a bar, make you believe for weeks that he truly likes you, and then refuse to make eye contact with you later?

Blake’s head spun like one of those spins she used to practice. She had thought of calling Quinn but then what? She had already told him how convinced she was that Nico had liked her. It would just be embarrassing now to have to tell him that now she wasn’t so sure.

So, Blake did what she did best, wallowed in her own self-pity until she eventually drifted off into sleep.

A few days later Nico came knocking on Blakes door. She wasn’t surprised to see him, but she had already decided that she shouldn’t talk to him anymore.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come over anymore,” she had told him. She hadn’t let him step through the threshold of her apartment, and she hadn’t changed her mind under his soft gaze.

“But… Blake?”

“Nico, I'm really busy right now. There's a lot of stuff that i’m going through and I cant handle-”

“You can’t handle hanging out with me?” he had said, voice quiet.

Blake had to look away from his pointed gaze, wanting nothing more than to just confess her feelings. But if Nico did like her like she thought he did, then his reaction to what Jack had said at the bar a few nights ago just proved to her that a relationship just wouldn't work out. And so, as Blake always does, she prioritised what she thought would end up working in the long run. Instead of pushing through pain to win medals, she was pushing through her feelings for Nico to protect her heart.

“I’m sorry,” she had whispered to him, gaze falling to the floor when he finally walked away from her.

Nico had thought that he was doing the right thing. Sure, he had let things go too far when he started flirting with Blake at the bar. But come on, she was so gorgeous, and she was exactly the kind of person that he wanted to be with. Forget “kind of person”, Nico thought. She was literally the only person he wanted to see or talk to.

He thought that maybe he was taking advantage of her in some way. after he had started stopping by her house and visiting, and they had become friends… Jack had started telling him stories of Blakes abusive childhood. He couldn't even imagine growing up in a sport so toxic. And then of course there was her career ending injury, which is the reason behind them even starting to hang out.

Blake Hughes was vulnerable, she was hurt and she was upset, and Nico wasn’t sure if love was even something she was looking for right now. He felt like he was stepping over some sort of invisible line, and that if Blake didn’t reciprocate his feelings, she wouldn't want to talk to him anymore.

But he was proven to be right regardless, because Blake wasn’t talking to him and he had no idea why.

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The devil’s holiday event was lackluster. Jack had caught the eye of some pretty brunette and so he was off flirting and doing god-knows what. She had hoped that by now that Jack would stop insisting she came to these kinds of events and outings. But Blake guessed watching Titanic every night for the last week counted as a setback in her recovery journey.

She swirled the drink in her cup, watching mindlessly as couples mingled and talked amongst themselves. This was just getting depressing.

As the night continued nothing changed. She sat in her spot by the bar, conversing with the bartenders with as limited a vocabulary as possible. If her mother were here, she would definitely be scolding Blake for being rude.

“You okay?” one of the girlfriends had asked Blake as they waited at the bar for another drink. Blake had nodded respectively, and when that didn’t appease the girl she sighed.

“Boy troubles, you know?” she laughed, hoping that the awkwardness would be too much and that the girl would take the hint and leave.

“Hit me,” she had said instead, and so that’s how Blake spent the next 45 minutes explaining to Jesper Bratts girlfriend all the ways in which an anonymous man had shown feelings for her.

“I mean, it really sounds like he likes you. you know how men are, maybe you should make the first move?” the blonde had replied.

“But there’s a lot at stake here… this guy is.. Well,”

“Standing over there?” Bratts girlfriend said, pointing to Nico Hischier. He looked gorgeous, and if Blake wasn’t so shocked that she had guessed correctly she probably would have melted to a puddle on the floor.

Blake fumbled with what to say, opening and closing her mouth pathetically as her gaze moved from Nico to the girl perched in front of her.

“You guys aren’t very subtle, Blake” she said, patting the girl on the shoulder before launching into strategies in which Blake could “get her man”.

After the talk and another drink, Blake was ready to pour out all of her feelings to Nico because when she really thought about it, could life get anymore awful? she was already never going to be able to figure skate again, and she and Nico weren’t talking… nothing could possibly be worse than this.

Wrong.

In the 35 minutes it took for Bratts girlfriend to convince Blake to confess her feelings to Nico, he had moved on. Like, literally moved on from the group of guys he was talking to and onto a far too attractive blonde.

Life was actually cruel.

Like they always do, Blake and Nico caught eyes, and before he could make a move to come talk to her she was pushing past people to get towards the exit. She’d text Jack that she left when she was far, far, away from this cursed event.

Blake had just taken off her heels and pulled the backs of her earrings off when loud knocks echoed off her front door.

“Jack, I literally told you I was going home. I’m fine!” she stressed, yanking open the door without really looking at who was standing outside.

“It’s not Jack,” Nico’s voice was soft. Blake paused where she was standing, slowly turning so that she was face to face with the man of the last few weeks… Nico.

He looked even better up close. His beard was shaven, tie a little loose. He was her weakness if that kind of thing even mattered anymore.

“Nico,” she had breathed out, like she hadn’t imagined a single possibility in which he could be standing right in front of her. The weeks had seemed that long. Like there was no possibility that he’d still be waiting for her.

“Blake,” he sighed, walking into the apartment and shutting the door softly behind him.

“I really like you, you know that right?” she admitted. “Like, every time I'm with you I feel so calm and yet so overwhelmed with the idea that you were made for me?”

Nico didn’t have a chance to react before Blake continued saying her thoughts out loud. “Whenever I'm near you I get butterflies and I've never felt that way about anyone before. You're, youre so different to anyone I've ever known. And I know that you're Jack's captain and that I'm his sister and that could make things really awkward for you but I really don't care! Because I like you and Jack’s just going to have to get over that when the time comes,”

“I bought your jersey! I don't even own my twins jersey!” she continued, pulling out her phone from her small shoulder bag. She flicked it open, pulling up her duolingo streak. “And Duolingo! I have Duolingo to try and learn Swiss German!”

“Nico, if you don't feel the same way that's fine. I'm so sorry for thinking there was something between us,” Blake began apologizing, dropping the phone to her side as she started to calm down from the shocks of the evening.

“I have a notes app filled with all of your favourite things,” he interrupted Blakes ramblings.

“When I'm missing you, I make two portions of my dinner and bring some over to you as an excuse to see you. When Jack told me I didn’t have to come over to visit with you anymore, I was upset. My first thought was that I really liked you and that I didn't want whatever we have going on to end,”

“you liked me?” Blake spoke, her timid voice breaking through Nico’s speech.

“I still like you,” he responded, and not a second later was Blake’s purse falling to the ground as her hands wound themselves around Nico’s neck.

He grabbed her by her waist, fingers dancing over the small of her back as he brought her into a passionate kiss.

By the time they realized what they were doing, Blake was backing Nico into her room. “Are you sure?” he whispered, breaking away from their heated make out session to rest his forehead against hers.

“I need you,” she was basically whimpering, but Nico paid that no attention as he slowly started sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

“You're gorgeous,” he whispered, trailing kisses from her lips all the way down to her cleavage.

Blake moaned, gripping onto Nicos hair as the both of them sunk down onto her plush bed.

In the morning, Blake woke up to her and Nico cuddling. Blake ran her hands lightly through his hair, all of last night's events rushing back to her with pleasure.

Nico groaned when he finally came to, head moving against Blakes shoulder as he tried to shield himself from the light that was shining through her curtains. He placed a few soft kisses onto her shoulder before snuggling closer to her.

She set one of her legs over his, and then allowed him to pull her as close to him as possible.

They would discuss the nature of their relationship later. but now, all the two cared about was spending as much time with one another as possible before life got in the way. They went back to sleep peacefully, knowing that they don't have to pretend anymore.

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writing-in-the-impala · 7 months ago

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Secret Smokes (Part 15)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 2311

A/N: wow it's been a while I have no excuses I just have a soul-draining full-time job and no free time. Enjoy! I missed you all <3

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You spent the whole Sunday sulking as you walked around Hogsmeade trying to lift your own spirits. You couldn't take it anymore. On one hand you thought about how maybe you just need to go one a date with someone else to break this fixation you had on Remus on the other hand you felt like you may have a lot more than just a crush on him and that no one will be able to replace him. You simultaneously wanted to bump into him and to not see him for a few days. But something pushed you to try and force him into bumping into you. So you pulled out the marauders map and saw he was in his classroom. You went to the corridor adjacent and sat with a book waiting for him to walk out, yet the next time you checked the map he was in the library so you headed straight there. Once you arrived to the library he was nowhere to be found, you checked the map and saw he was walking towards the courtyard you followed him but couldn't catch up with him until you saw him disappear from the map. You knew he left Hogwarts, and you knew he was avoiding you as he probably saw where you were using his own map. It was hopeless. He was impossible.

Your next interaction with him was Monday morning in class, one of the only places he couldn't avoid you, especially that you knew he couldn't skip classes as he had to do so at the end of each month anyway. When you walked in Remus's eyes flicked to yours and then straight to the floor to avoid yours. He kept his composure well during class but spent the whole hour tapping his finger on his wand and falling over his words. He barely answered questions and took deep breaths. After the lesson finished he let out a sign simply saying "that's all, thank you very much. Remember keep studying I know you'll all do great." In this moment he gave you a short glance breathing in, closing his eyes slowly and turning to walk up to his office. As everyone funnelled out you followed him. "Professor, I have a question about one of the exams." You said nearly running up to catch him as he was already half way up the stairs.

"Miss L/N, I can't go into too much details about exams you know this. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be of much use to you."

"But professor I just want to understand more." You pushed hugging your books for comfort and looking around as some students were still in the class, he shifted his body weights to his other leg.

"I'll be honest I've never ran a class through exams, you know I'm new to all this. It would be better for you to speak to a different professor on this subject." He pained and you knew you were both speaking in double meanings at this point.

"But you're the one I want to speak to as you are the one who teaches defence against the dark arts."

"Was I not clear that I'm not the right match for you on this topic when we last spoke about exams, I suggest Professor McGonagall could help." He said looking past you at the last few girls in the room both you aching for them to leave you you could speak normally as he knew you wouldn't leave and there wasn't much you could say like this.

"Yes I do understand that Professor however what she explained wasn't that clear either, it left me with a lot of questions specific to defence against the dark arts." At this moment the last two girls left saying "bye Professor Lupin." He said goodbye to them before turning back to you and saying "Follow me, let me see if I can help." You followed behind him, he held the door open for you and let you in his office first before shutting the door behind you, you didn't make yourself comfortable in the room but rather stood by the door. "You shouldn't speak to me like that while there's other students around." He said in a low tone.

"I needed to get your attention somehow."

"You know you've always got my attention." He words were almost a low growl.

"But you avoided me all Sunday."

"It's what's best for you." He took a step closer closing the space between you forcing you to look up if you want to look into his eyes.

"How do you know what's best for me?"

"Trust me I do." He leaned down his lips were an inch away from yours.

"Really?" You asked and his lips met yours as he moaned a "mhm" in confirmation. He pulled away to say "you know you really shouldn't act like that in my classroom while there's other students still leaving, begging me to talk to you, to give you attention." His words were making hot flashes go through your body as you said nothing just looked up at him. "Do you understand?" He asked and you nodded.

"Good girl." He said the words catching you off guard. He walked away from you to go and lean against his desk as you stood in the same place confused.

"I thought you were avoiding me?" You asked not understanding his sudden change in behaviour.

"I am." He said signalling for you to come closer with his hand and you followed his command. He stood up straight in front of the desk as you looked up at him he picked you up and put you down on the desk so you were now sitting on it.

"How is this avoiding me professor?" You ask him as he looked down at you, he got on his knees in front of you, his head at desk level as his hands moved up and down your thigh.

"Well right now we don't have to discuss all the stuff I'm avoiding." He said moving his head between your thighs and teasing you through your clothing.

"How are you so sure?" You asked as you resisted all the feelings he was sending through you.

"Because dear you can't even think straight and I haven't bent you over my desk yet." He said standing back up leaving you aching for him.

"Please don't stop." You said looking into his eyes that seemed a lot darker in this moment. He began to kiss you as he undressed you and you unbuttoned his shirt. He grabbed you by your hair to turn you around and bent you over his desk. You felt his body against you before he leaned down to whisper in your ear he took a deep breath and then he let you go and walked away sitting on the sofa opposite the desk while saying "I can't do this."

You turned around in confusion to see him buttoning back up his shirt, you quickly fixed yourself before questioning him. "What do you mean you can't do this? You started it!" You attempt to protest.

"and I'm ending it."

"So what happened to wanting to bend me over your desk?"

"I can't, I care about you too much. I don't want to throw you around this room like an object of desire. Don't get me wrong I do desire you, and you do something to me when you out me on the spot in public like that but I can't treat you like this."

"What if I want you to treat me like that?" You asked afraid of moving anywhere closer to him in the room.

"Then you don't understand your own worth." He simply stated.

"So now you won't speak to me or even sleep with me anymore?"

"You know I think it was William Blake who said sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires."

"Well if you studied Blake like I did you would know Blake is telling you to act on your unacted desires, unless you're telling me you would rather kill a infant in its cradle than kiss me again."

"You've got it wrong dear. I may have been homeschooled by my parents but don't underestimate how many hours I spent reading. The enacted desires are the things you should murder. If you nurse them, they must be in a cradle. They are the baby in a cradle so strangle your unacted desire, don't act on them."

You felt almost embarrassed at you pointing out school, you didn't know he was homeschooled but it made sense with his condition and the fact they moved constantly, it added up and now not only were you angry at Remus for his recent actions but you felt guilty for your own words. You didn't reply, the silence was thick before Remus breathed heavily and continued to speak.

"Therefore it's time for me to strangle mine, if you remember the day we went to the British Museum I asked you to promise that if you developed any strong feelings for me to tell me so we could cut it off before either of us gets hurt." He said and you nodded slowly to show you're following along. "Well I may have not been too truthful and I feel neither have you, and it has resulted in us both becoming victims of our own misfortune."

"Are you saying you have strong feelings for me Remus Lupin?" You asked feeling both nervous and excited.

"Not exactly, what I'm saying is there was a line that I tried to set and I believe somewhere that line became blurry. So after you left on my birthday I decided to establish that hard line again. I decided we will stop sleeping in my bed, we will stop all the cuddling nonsense and all the softness. However I simply can't do that Y/N, I can't be as stern and strict as I want to be with you."

"That's okay, I want to cuddle with you."

"I'm aware however I told you that day, I would like to take you on dates, I would like to walk around and hold your hand, I would like to bring you to see my friends especially during my birthday but we can't do that, I told you it will hurt to not be able to live in public, I didn't want to risk the pain for you. You deserve so much more than this." He looked weak.

"Can you not tell you're what I want no matter how many times you deny me?" You were almost in tears.

"I simply don't believe you understand what you're signing up for with me, and it's emphasised by you asking me to take you on dates, to go see Sirius, to go to my cottage. I always told you those weren't options with me especially while you study here but you didn't listen." He was angry but also frustrated like he was mainly fighting with himself.

"What if I didn't study here?"

"What? Y/N don't try and ruin your education?"

"No, as in when I finish. What happens then?"

"Then we're free, but then you have the burden of being associated with me. I fear that the stigma attached to me will affect you before you even have a chance to become the amazing witch you can be."

"I don't care." You simply shrugged. "But would you take me on dates?" You asked and he thought for a second.

"Of course if you're not my student there no reason not to." He replied thoughtfully.

"Would I be able to visit Sirius with you?"

"It would be encouraged." He replied instantly.

"Okay, then we'll continue this whole conversation when I finish."

"So what happens now?"

"You tell me, you're the one who knows what's best for me." You said and he laughed for the first time since you entered this room. "Touché."

"I think we hold off for a little bit, you're right you know, I'm not being truthful about how attached I am to you. And I haven't been really seeing my friends this year because all I can think about is you." He gave you a sad but understanding nod. "So I think I should come here less, but I don't want to stop coming. Maybe we become a bit more casual, see each other every so often, I'd still like to be able to come for tea, listen to music and sometimes kiss you if that's okay."

"It's always okay." He said with a soft pained smile.

"Okay, so we do that, and when I finish school you can ask me out and show me what dating Remus Lupin is like, deal?"you put your hand out for him to shake.

"Deal." He said reaching out to shake your hand. "Would you like to stay exclusive still?"

"You don't?" You were caught off guard.

"No I do, but I'm not in my last year of school, I'm asking you?"

"I don't think I would be comfortable finding out you're kissing someone else, so could we please stay exclusive even if we don't see each other as often?" You asked nervously.

"Of course dear, now what would you like to do stay here with me today or go back to your friends I won't be offended if you leave right now."

"I'd like to stay." You said and he reached out his hand to pull you to sit beside him.

"I'm very proud of you for putting your foot down like this, don't get me wrong it hurts to know I'll see you less but I think you've acted more mature than me in all this."

"If we had it your way we would still be smoking and flirting on the bridge." You pointed out as Remus put and arm alright you and got comfortable making him laugh. You felt safe, and like you made the right decision. You hoped.

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pastelminx · 6 months ago

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My Best Friends Sister (Pt. 1)

"Hey man, is Katie okay? She seems really on edge or something." I ask my friend Connor.

We've all know each other since we were kids. Their dad was never around so Connor and I looked after Katie and their mom. Now we still spend most of our free time together. Katie lives with my friend Conner so I see her frequently. She's normally bubbly and happy but this week she hasn’t been herself. Conner cares about her but he can be kind of a dick to her, where I've always had a soft spot for her. The older we get, the larger that spot has grown but I'd never act on it.

"I don't know, she won't talk to me. She's been acting like a little brat again and shutting me out so I've started to give her some space. She talks to you sometimes though, maybe you could attempt to see what's going on." He says, a bit hopeful. Of course, I'd take any chance to talk to her.

"Yeah, I'll go see if I can get her to talk. Call 911 if I don't make it out" I joke and we both laugh.

*Knocks on bedroom door*

"Katie it's me, can I come in?" I ask, trying to sound normal.

"Leave me alone!" She shouts back. I roll my eyes.

"Katie come on, don't start with the attitude." I say sternly. I look over and my friend is looking at me like I've lost my mind. She hates being talked to that way. Well… she acts like she hates it but I've seen her slip enough to know better.

"I'm going to count to 5 and if this door isn't open, we're going to have some serious problems. 1.... 2.... 3" I start counting and the door flies open.

"Fine! You better have a good reason for this.” She huffs and I smile, knowing I was right and my friend is probably in shock that it worked. She sits on her bed with her arms crossed, sporting a sour look. I start looking around before I sit down next to her.

"Come on Sugar, tell me what's going on. You haven’t been yourself all week" I say softly. She just shakes her head and basically pouts.

I adjust myself on her bed and notice something... A different sound. I move again and it's coming from the bed. I get up and lift the covers, seeing a plastic mattress protector sticking out from under the sheets. She's mortified but silent as she looks away from my gaze.

"Care to explain this, sugar? I know you haven't always had this. You can tell me if something is going on." I say gently. No answer again. I sigh knowing I'm going to have to do this the hard way.

"You've got two choices. 1, you look at me and tell me the truth about what's going on. 2, I go through all of your belongings… and device history until I find out." I tell her sternly.

She whips her head around so fast to glare at me. "I'll call my brother in here. He won't let you do that." She retorts, thinking that would work.

"Who do you think sent me in here, Sugar? I'm happy to get to the bottom of this either way so what's it going to be." I ask. She just stares at me in silence so I take that as the hard option and I get up to start on her closet.

"Wait!" She shouts, sounding panicked.

"Yes?" I ask without turning around.

"I'll tell you. Please don't go through my things, Jace" she says in a defeated tone. I walk back to her but instead of sitting on the bed, I sit on her computer chair. I move it right in front of her and sit with one leg on either side of hers.

"I'm all ears, Sugar." I say to her. She waits a minute before letting out a big sigh and starting.

"You're the last person I want to know about this, this is extremely embarrassing and I don't want to tell you." She states, hoping that I'll back off. But I watch her and wait for her to continue. "I've been extremely stressed with finals and work right now... It's brought on an old problem that I'm trying to deal with." She said and waited for me to say something but I just wait for her to continue. "I used to wet the bed and sometimes have accidents as a kid. I recently went to the doctor and she told me that stress is likely the reason I'm dealing with it again. But she couldn't tell me when it would go away." She finishes and she's bright red now and fidgeting with her fingers.

"Is that the whole truth? How often are these accidents happening and when did this start? Aside from your mattress protector, what are you doing to help with it?" I ask as I ease up on the tough guy act. I remember that she used to wet the bed sometimes but as far as she knows, I never knew.

"Yes, that's the whole truth. This is really embarrassing and it bothers me a lot. I don't want people to know or to think I'm some dumb baby. It started a few months ago and has just gotten worse. It's been happening every night and when it's a really stressful day sometimes I have an accident or two." She confesses but didn't answer everything.

"And aside from the mattress protector...?" I ask, reminding her. The poor girl looks like she's about to cry.

"I've been wearing diapers again to bed." She chokes out. I know she's embarrassed but none of this bothers me like she thinks.

"What about for your daytime accidents, Sugar?" I ask.

"I still wear my panties during the day." She says quickly.

"You were a very good girl for telling me the truth. I'm so sorry you're dealing with this but you don't have to go through it alone. Your brother and I can help you and help take the stress off the best we can. No one will think you're a baby or think less of you, everyone knows how independent and intelligent you are. You've done a great job by going to the doctor and taking care of your nighttime accidents so far. Let us help you." I say almost pleading.

"No! No. He can't find out, I don't want h-" she starts but I cut her off.

"Don't start that, he has a right to know and he will be finding out. He doesn't have to be involved if you don't want but he needs to be aware. It's very important, do you understand?" I ask sternly, giving her a look.

"I don't want him involved and I don't want to talk to him about it. " She states.

"Fine, I will handle it and make sure he respects your wishes." I reassure her and I see her visibly relax.

"Would you like my help, Sugar? I'm sure it can't be easy with your work load and you know I'll be here all summer while your brother is overseas. I can help you with your studies, the extra laundry, your diaper changes, the apartment chores." I start listing things and she goes rigid.

"I can manage just fine, thanks" she says through gritted teeth. I'm thinking it might be time to call it the end of the chat to let her relax when I notice her hand placement on her lap and the dark spot creeping out around it.

"Stand up, Sugar." I say quickly and she shakes her head at me. "Now. 1.... 2...." I start the countdown. I'm not sure why that works but it always has. She stands and tries to cover her accident. I see the tears prick her eyes as she tries not to let me see how upset she is.

"It's okay honey, I know this was a hard conversation. Would you please let me help you?" I say softly, trying to coax her into letting me. She gives me a faint nod. "You know I'll need verbal confirmation, Sugar." I say, hoping that didn't change her answer.

"Yes, please, Jace." She hiccups out as the wet spot grows. I direct her into her bathroom and start the shower. I undress her while the water warms.

"You're okay, Sugar, I got you. You take a long hot shower and I'm going to get the laundry started. I'll be here when you're all done though to get you ready for bed. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything if you let me know where you're hiding your diapers." I speak softly and brush her hair out of her eyes.

"In the closet... under the loose floorboard on the left." She says sheepishly. I raise an eyebrow but let it go.

"Okay the water is warm. Get cleaned up." I say and then get to work on the laundry like I said I would.

I lay out a clean blanket on her bed and go looking for these diapers. Oh, I definitely found them... I had to chuckle. They're not boring medical diapers. They have cute little animals in pastel colors all over them. She even has baby powder and rash cream. Oh, and there's a little stuffed animal down there too... That's no place for one. I got all of her supplies out and laid it on the bed ready for her. Next, I picked out her pj's, one of her cute nightgowns seemed fitting.

I heard the water shut off and I walked into the bathroom with a big fluffy towel that I had warmed in the dryer. She hesitated but let me dry her off. I think she was still in shock and unsure what to do or say so I let her just enjoy being taken care of. She froze when she walked out of the bathroom and saw what was waiting for her on the bed.

"I don't need all of that stuff, Jace. It can go back." She tried arguing but I didn't even respond. I just guided her to lay down for her diaper. God, she was so pretty and even putting a diaper on her had me worked up. I didn't give in to those thoughts though. I put cream and powder on her and taped up her cute diaper. I had to admit she was actually adorable like this. Naked except for a thick diaper was not what I expected to be turned on by. I put her nightgown on her and pulled back the covers for her to climb into bed. It was 8:30 which is extremely early for her but I know she hasn’t had a lot of sleep lately.

"Thank you for being such a good girl and letting me take care of you. I know that was hard but I hope I helped ease some of your stress. Your clothes and blanket will be dry in the morning. You, Sugar, are going to get some sleep. I want you to unwind and relax. I know you extremely well so I put a timer on your TV and your phone. It's temporary, don't worry, I just wanted to make sure you relax tonight. Your laptop is staying in my room tonight as well. I'm just down the hall if you need me, the timer doesn't mean you can't get ahold of me anytime. I promise things will get better soon. Night night, Sugar." I let her know and started to get up but she grabbed my wrist.

"Thank you, Jace. I really appreciate your understanding." She said to me. I could tell she wanted to say something else but I didn't push it.

"No need to thank me, Sugar. Get some sleep." I say and then walk out of her room.

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otomehoneyybearr · 6 months ago

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Kagari Ending

The Beast Tempts the Little Rabbit Keith vs Kagari Story Event

Warning: slightly nsfw suggestive (and Kagari’s kink at the end?), mentions of blood and trafficking

Minors DNI

Ep 1 | Ep 2 | Epilogue

Kagari: "Wait until there's more of a distance between you before you move. You wouldn't want to be found out so clumsily."

It was Kagari who held me back.

Emma: "But why are you...?"

Kagari: "I just happened to see him leave the dance hall."

(Despite me searching so much, he just had a passing encounter.)

Kagari: "Let's go."

Whispering, Kagari looped his arm around my waist as if escorting me and began to walk.

Emma: "Um, what are you doing...?"

Kagari: "Pretending we're lovers. Even if he notices us, his guard will be lowered if he sees a couple."

Emma: "Shouldn't we go call Prince Keith?"

Kagari: "No need. It's troublesome when he's around."

(Well, that's a problematic statement.)

While paying attention to my steps, we continue to follow the man.

Emma: "The person you’re really looking for isn't that man, is it?"

Kagari: "You got it. Well done, Princess."

(Given what I've seen of Kagari so far, he could just catch him immediately.)

Kagari: "I have business with the guy that man is contacting."

Emma: "...Are you going to take him back to your country?"

Kagari: "No, I'll make him disappear."

●●●●●● Flashback ●●●●●●

Kagari: "Don't worry, there won't be a war. We're just stopping a negotiation."

Kagari: "But, it's not so minor of an offense that we can just let things slide either."

●●●●●● Flashback End ●●●●●●

(I had a feeling it might’ve been something like that.)

Despite his casual tone, his words weighed heavily on my heart.

For a royal to come all the way to Jade to deal with a criminal, it must be an issue that couldn’t be resolved through discussion.

(But... is there really no other way?)

Man: "..."

(What? His pace seems slower than before.)

The feeling of unease suddenly turned into certainty, as the man came to an abrupt stopped.

As if he was about to turn around――

Kagari: "......"

I grabbed Kagari's arm and pushed him forcefully into a nearby room.

......

(Did he see us? Are we safe?)

I wanted to check through the gap in the door, but the chance of getting caught would defeat the purpose.

Kagari: "You certainly have a lot strength to push a trained man into a room, Princess."

Emma: "I often carry dozens of books at once, so that's probably why."

Kagari: "I see. You should continue that training to protect yourself in the future."

Kagari: "So, what do we do now? The footsteps are getting closer."

(...!)

(They ARE getting closer. Just how sharp is Kagari's hearing?)

I listen from the door and contemplate.

(The owner of the footsteps might not be a man, and I’m not even sure if they’re really heading towards this room.)

(Still, it’s better to hide just to be saf—Oh, of course there’s only a table and chairs!)

Perhaps because the room is rarely used, but there’s no furniture to hide behind.

(If they come into the room, I could pretend to faint... but what if it's a different person that comes in? That would be disastrous.)

Kagari: "Time's up, Princess."

Emma: “What...? Time's up?"

Kagari: “You can scream if you want, but don’t refuse.”

Emma: “Um, Kagari…? Wah!

I was pulled by the arm and suddenly felt weightless.

Kagari sat on a chair and placed me on his lap, facing him.

Kagari: “If there’s nowhere to hide, then we’ll just have to create a reason for us to be here.”

(So this position…)

(Is he suggesting we pretend to be lovers here too?)

His hand ran up my thigh as if lifting the hem of my dress, and I felt a heat surge through me.

(Right, I can't hesitate anymore! I have to do something!)

I made up my mind and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

Kagari: “They stopped in front of the door.”

(They found us out.)

Kagari: “…”

As I tensed up, my arms tighten around his neck and—

Emma: “Ah!”

A slight pain shot through my neck.

(Wait, did he just… bite me…?!)

Before I could understand what happened, I heard the door open from behind me.

Man: “Oh…”

Woman: “Eek!”

(A woman’s voice?)

Kagari pulled my head closer to his shoulder.

The sweet, fleeting scent of cherry blossoms made my heart strangely flutter.

Kagari: “We're in the middle of something. Get lost.”

His emotionless tone seemed to stoke fear in the intruders, as the man and woman quickly left the room.

(At least that man didn’t notice us, right?)

(That’s a relief. But still…)

I remembered the embarrassing sound I made and felt an urge to roll on the floor.

(Who would’ve thought I’d be bitten…?)

(I’m sure they all heard. The people who came into the room, and even Kagari…)

Emma: “--AH?! K-Kagari, you don’t have to pretend to be my lover anymore!”

I hastily grabbed the hand that had begun to stroke my thigh again.

Kagari tilted his head curiously...

Kagari: "Are you sure you’re okay with that?"

Kagari: "You didn't seem to want to get off, so I thought I should continue."

Emma: "I'm sorry, I'll get off now."

(Actually, it was rude of me to be lost in thought on a prince's lap in the first place.)

I hurriedly put my dangling feet back on the floor.

●●●●●● Flashback ●●●●●●

Kagari: "I have business with the guy that man is contacting."

Emma: "...Are you going to take him back to your country?"

Kagari: "No, I’ll just make him disappear."

●●●●●● Flashback End ●●●●●●

(....)

Seeing that I hadn't made any effort to get off, Kagari tilted his head slightly.

Emma: “…Can I ask you something?”

Kagari: “Yeah, go ahead.”

Emma: “What kind of crime did the person you’re looking for commit?”

Kagari: “Why do you want to know?”

Emma: “Both Rhodolite and Jade are countries that find taking away someone’s life unacceptable.”

Kagari: “Your quite knowledgeable, Princess.”

After staring at me for a moment, Kagari slightly hesitated before speaking again.

Kagari: “Human trafficking.”

Emma: “….”

Kagari: “That merchant colludes with orphanage directors, regularly selling children to nobles as tools for profit."

Kagari: "Even if there are laws in place, why should a second chance be given to someone who’s done nothing but evil?"

(Evil, as the name suggests, might be a term that's fitting for this.)

Emma: "The crimes of the merchant cannot be forgiven."

Emma: "But I believe everyone deserves a chance for redemption."

Emma: "I don't want them to die without knowing the severity of their crimes."

Kagari: "....."

Kagari: "Unfortunately, people who’ve had a taste of power tend to repeat their crimes."

Kagari: "Their crimes spread like stains and become irreparable as they continue."

(It sounds like he's speaking from personal experience...)

I was gently lifted up and placed back on the chair where Kagari was sitting.

Contrast to his words, he handled me as delicately as fragile glass.

Kagari: "Wait here, Princess."

Kagari: "People like you, who are so fixated on peace-making, will only get in the way."

With that, Kagari left the room without waiting for my response.

The painful silence felt like it was blaming me.

Taking a life could be considered the greatest crime.

But history has taught us that peace can only be attained through sacrifice.

(....It's natural to be perceived as complacent about making peace.)

(But before that, I should have understood the situation properly and not forced my thoughts onto him.)

Guilt weighed heavily on my chest.

Emma: "W-what... was that sound just now?"

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise from afar, as if something big had fallen, accompanied by a faint vibration.

(It came from the direction Kagari went.)

(...I'm sorry.)

As if shaking off my hesitation, my intuition urged me, and I dashed out of the room.

……

(What... is this?)

Upon entering the room where the intense noise emanated, I was met with a gruesome sight.

The floor and walls were stained red with splatters of blood, and there were heaps of people groaning and trembling in pain all around.

In the midst of it all, Kagari stood there calmly.

(There's so many of them lying on the floor. The people from earlier we're also on the ground.)

(Did Kagari take them all out in that short amount of time? And without a single scratch...)

Overwhelmed by the sudden surge of fear and discomfort, I leaned against the wall, feeling dizzy.

Kagari glanced over at me and casually flicked the blood off his sword.

Kagari: "You’re so fearless despite being weak, Princess."

Kagari: "But, that fine. It'll be over soon. Just stay quiet over there."

His indifferent tone only added to the tense atmosphere.

His emerald eyes fixed on the man with trembling legs.

He was probably the man Kagari was looking for, and surrounding him were a few mercenaries, glaring at Kagari with swords in hand.

Merchant: "Damn it... You actually came all the way to Jade to disrupt our negotiations."

Merchant: "Hey, how much are we paying you guys? Hurry up and finish him off!"

With the angry shout as a signal, the mercenaries rushed towards Kagari.

Kagari: "Don't get so frustrated. You're the one who wasted you money on them."

Kagari: "...But seriously, opponents this weak are hardly worth my time."

His heel slowly lifted off the ground.

It didn't take long for blood splatters and screams to fill the air.

The mercenaries fell without even knowing what had happened.

Kagari effortlessly wielded his sword, as if performing a dance in hell.

Then, one mercenary sneaked up behind Kagari and raised his sword.

(No...!)

Kagari: "...."

Before I could even think, my body moved instinctively, and I pushed the man's back with all my strength.

(I did it...! It’s all thanks to carrying those heavy books every day.)

Mercenary: "You bitch...!"

(...Uh oh.)

The enraged mercenary directed his attack towards me, and I brace myself.

Mercenary: "Guh...!"

(W...what?)

Before I realized it, the tip of the sword was protruding from the mercenary's side.

A few millimeters closer, and it would have surely reached my abdomen.

Kagari: "Are you incapable of waiting patiently like me, Princess?"

Kagari: "I won't stop you if you want to die, but don't mistake bravery for recklessness."

As the sword was pulled out, the last mercenary collapsed at Kagari feet.

Shortly after, I saw the merchant crumbling to his knees.

There was no trace of the vigor he had moments ago in his expression.

Merchant: "I... I'm sorry. It's my fault. I won't do this anymore."

Merchant: "So please, spare my life. I don't want to die... I'll give you all my money, everything, please..."

(How selfish...)

My hands clenched in anger as the merchant begged for his life, pressing his head against the floor.

Kagari: "..."

(Kagari...?)

I felt a slight sense of unease as he shook his head ever so slightly.

Meanwhile, the tip of the sword was directed towards the ceiling—

And without hesitation, descended directly towards the merchant's neck.

Keith: "Stop!!"

A sharp, low voice filled with anger, echoed in the room.

The sword stopped just as it touched the merchant's neck in response to Prince Keith’s voice.

I let out a shaky breath.

Kagari: "You've arrived just in time, Keith. How disappointing."

After glancing at Prince Keith and me, Kagari looked down at the merchant again.

Kagari: "It’s thanks to both of them that you narrowly escaped death."

Keith: "K-Kagari!"

Merchant: "Gyaaaah!!"

Amidst the merchant's blood curdling screams, I realized he was rolling on the floor, blood flowing from one of his eyes and his leg.

Even though Prince Keith was holding Kagari’s wrist that held his sword, Kagari‘s expression remained unchanged.

Kagari: "What's wrong? He's still alive."

Keith: "Even so, that doesn't mean you can just do anything you want."

Kagari: "You're still the same as ever."

Kagari: "That's why you always end up losing control."

Keith: "...!"

Kagari shook off Prince Keith's hand, wiped the blood off the sword, and sheathed it.

At the same time, knights hurriedly appeared with bustling footsteps,

Under Prince Keith’s instructions, they began to restrain the fallen individuals on the floor.

(...Is it over now?)

With the danger gone, my legs give out from under me as if the tension had been cut loose.

Prince Keith, who rushed over, squatted in front of me with a visibly worried expression.

Keith: "Emma, are you okay? Are you injured? Please tell me anything, no matter how small."

Keith: "...I'm sorry I came late."

Emma: "No, thank you. I'm not hurt, so there's no problem."

Emma: "I just sat down because I felt relieved. I'm sorry for causing a commotion."

I smiled to reassure him, and a sense of relief colored my golden eyes.

Knight: "Prince Keith."

Keith: “Ah, just a moment.”

Emma: "I'm fine, please go ahead."

Keith: "...Thank you."

With a hint of hesitation, Prince Keith headed towards the knights,

And as he passed by, Kagari approached me.

Just that, for some reason, my heart started to pound unpleasantly, and I felt breathless.

(Why am I suddenly feeling afraid of Kagari?)

Kagari: "..."

Emma: "...!"

His eyes looking down showed no emotion.

As if to prevent me from backing away, he stepped on the hem of my dress.

Kagari: "You tried to stop me and then you tried to help. Why are you running away?"

(My voice... won't come out.)

Kagari: "Cat got your tongue...?"

Kagari: "Yet, you talk normally with Keith... It feels lonely."

(Why... why does he sound so resentful?)

Just as Prince Keith did before, Kagari crouched down in front of me.

His emotionless face remained unchanged.

His expressionless emerald eyes remained the same.

(...But it's different.)

In his eyes, there was a viscous, syrupy heat that hadn't been there before.

Kagari: "If I kneel down and cutely meow like a cat, will I get your attention?"

The words were whispered as if to himself, and his wicked smile amplified the fear...

Kagari: "Princess."

(Ah....)

As his face approached, and his breath brushed against my neck—

With a sudden snap, everything went dark in front of my eyes.

▼・ᴥ・▼

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hgfictionwriter · 7 months ago

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Handy - Part Two

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie isn't done helping you with household projects. In fact, she helps you undertake your biggest one yet. But can she finally tell you how she feels? To be determined.

Warnings: None other than it's sickly sweet.

A/N: Thank you SO much for the response to the original post. I'm excited to share Part Two with you all. I hope you enjoy! Part One is here if you need it.

"Good morning! How is your day going?"

"Morning Jessie :) My morning's going okay. It's still early, so not much to report yet lol. I have a couple of meetings later though. How is your morning going? Let me guess, even though you have the day off, you've been up since pretty much sunrise, you've probably fit in a run, a couple of chapters and had breakfast haha."

"Why do I feel like you're making fun of me? lol. And you may be right about all of those things."

"Not making fun - it's really more admiration. If I had the day off I'd still be fast asleep lol."

"There's nothing wrong with that either. For the record."

"I appreciate the sentiment lol. Very generous of you. So, what do you have planned for your day off?"

You leaned back in your chair and waited as the three dots faded in and out in sequence. A frown crossed your face as they disappeared. Before you could think too much about it they came up again. Another frown creased your forehead as they disappeared once more. You sat up. What was going on?

A few moments later the dots reappeared and shortly after a text mercifully came through from Jessie.

"I'm running some errands in the SW today. I probably won't be too far from your office. If you're not too busy or don't have plans already, maybe we could go for lunch?"

Another text came through a moment later.

"No pressure though."

You leaned back in your chair and smiled. She was really so cute.

It had been a couple of weeks since your impromptu night over at Jessie's. You'd seen each other since, including when Jessie did in fact come by your apartment to patch up the drywall.

That said, lunch together mid-week was something new.

"That sounds great. I'm in a meeting until 11:30, but can meet you after."

"Okay! You know the area, so you pick where and I'll meet you there."

The morning went by quickly and before you knew it you were walking into the restaurant and wordlessly searching the tables until you saw Jessie. If she saw you, she was making a point of not showing it. Instead, she leaned into the menu, studying it rather determinedly.

"Fancy seeing you here," you teased as you grabbed a seat. She looked up, eyebrows high in surprise and greeted you.

"Oh hey!"

You resisted the urge to blush as she - inadvertently or not - looked you up and down.

"I feel like I'm underdressed," she muttered, giving a nod to your business attire before leaning back in her chair and tucking her hands into her hoodie pocket. You gave her a look.

"Don't be silly. You look great." She gave you a dismissive frown and you went on, shrugging off your jacket and picking up the menu. "I hope you weren't waiting long."

"No, no," she dismissed readily as she began reviewing the menu once more. "Gave me time to figure out what I want."

"Okay, good. I always get the poke bowl," you told her and a wry smirk formed on her face as she looked at you over the menu.

"I knew it," she said in a very self-satisfied way.

"You know me so well." You rolled your eyes with a short laugh. "What kind of errands were you running in this part of town anyway?"

You frowned as she lifted her eyebrows high again, forehead creasing as she worked to respond. She didn't avert her eyes from the menu in her hands.

"Uh, just picking up something for the team," she relayed evenly.

"Oh. What was that?" You asked, curious and truthfully a bit skeptical.

The blush she'd been fending off broke through and her cheeks began to glow pink under your scrutiny. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Just some gear. Nothing exciting," she said with a laugh, her voice slightly higher than normal.

"Oh, I thought equipment staff would take care of things like that," you said lightly, immediately seeing her readying a rebuttal. You cut her off with a cheeky remark. "I would've said otherwise that if you just wanted to have lunch together you could simply ask."

Her face grew red and she subconsciously sunk into her chair a bit before righting herself and frowning at you.

"I know that." She nearly pouted before huffing exaggeratedly. She shot you a look and spoke pointedly. "Anyway, I have those new hinges for your cupboard. Does Friday still work for you?"

"It does, thank you," you said, allowing her some reprieve.

You enjoyed your lunch together, and although you wanted it to last longer, you had to be back at the office soon. You'd excused yourself to the washroom and when you came back Jessie was hunched over the table concentrating on something. When she heard the scraping of your chair on the floor she looked up.

"Good timing," she said with a quiet smile as she held out a small folded item for you. "His name is Bernard. He's for you."

The puzzled look on your face was quickly replaced with a wide smile as you realized what it was.

"An origami dinosaur!" You exclaimed excitedly as you looked it over. "The best use of a napkin I've seen yet."

Though Jessie wasn't outwardly beaming, the lift in her shoulders and the brightness in her eyes told you she was pleased by your reaction.

"He's awesome," you told her as you began to tuck him into your bag.

"Oh, I was just kidding, you don't have to keep him. I was just messing around," Jessie said, belated embarrassment now encompassing her. You stilled your movements and shot her a look.

"Throw Bernard away? And you kidding me?" You asked in mock offense. "He's mine now. For good."

Her cheeks were bright pink, but she laughed as she stood.

"So...Friday?" She asked again, a hint of nervousness sneaking back into her voice despite how nonchalant she was trying to make herself look. You nodded decisively.

"Friday."

"Alright. Well," Jessie stalled momentarily scratching her temple idly, her gaze focused elsewhere before she looked to you again with a small smile. "Thanks for having lunch with me. I hope your afternoon goes well."

"Thanks for meeting me. Let me know if you have to run anymore errands around here," you said with the faintest hint of teasing. It was enough to get Jessie to look away and blush once more.

"Yep. I will."

"Bye, Jess," you said easily as you stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug. Though her hold on you was still a bit tentative, like she didn't want to relax into it too much, it was still a far cry from how she'd been that first night.

When you pulled away, her hands went behind her back immediately and she went up onto her tiptoes. "I'll walk you to your car."

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"What's this?"

You looked over with a frown. You cracked a smirk as Jessie stood there, looking at you accusingly as she held up a paint swatch as if it was a piece of evidence.

"A paint swatch," you replied slowly.

"I'm aware," she said in exaggeration before looking a bit disappointed. "Why didn't you tell me you were planning to paint?"

You shrugged, really more distracted by how cute and endearing she looked as she pouted.

"Um, I'm sorry?" You offered with lackluster earnest.

She rolled her eyes and walked over to your wall with the swatch. You watched her as she frowned in concentration, lifting her other hand up to rest on her chin as she studied the colours in front of her.

"I think-" she started before turning her head to you. "Wait - do you want my opinion?"

You laughed. "Of course I do. You're my resident handyperson. Personal reno expert. Whatever title you prefer."

Jessie's lips pulled into a tight, shy smile as her cheeks began to grow pink. She turned her attention back to the swatch.

"I like this third one. I think the one above it will just end up too washed out and the one below will make the space feel closed in and small."

"Well, we're in luck, because that's the one I was thinking of."

She gave you a nod of approval before walking back over to you. She folded her arms across her chest, planting her feet and exhaled briefly. She took a moment before looking at you.

"Well. You're going to need a lot of supplies. So, we could go together and get them," she trailed off, her gaze following before resetting. "And it'll take you ages to do this whole place on your own, so," she waved her hand aimlessly for a few seconds, "I can help."

"Jessie." You gave her a pointed look. "As much as I appreciate that, painting is a big ordeal. You've already done way too much for me."

She surprised you by looking nearly hurt by the sentiment.

"I don't mind. Seriously. I told you I was happy to help and I meant it. Mean it." She gave a listless shrug. "I like painting."

"A whole condo?" You scrutinized, arching an eyebrow at her.

She blushed a bit, the smallest of smiles sneaking out as she shrugged once more. "We make a good team."

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It should've been no surprise to either of you that it didn't take much convincing for Jessie to get her way. The following week you were driving around town together picking up paint and accompanying supplies.

Again, you had to give yourself a reality check when you and Jessie were wandering the paint aisle of the hardware store together. It was too easy to think of yourselves as something more as you controlled the list (though curated mostly by Jessie...) and she pushed the cart and dutifully retrieved items.

It was pathetic, really, how you were fighting for your life, trying not to smile as you two were leaned in together as you compared and debated two types of paint brushes. You had to roll your eyes at yourself. You were in way too deep.

To make matters worse, Jessie - after bouncing her knee all through lunch and determinedly avoiding eye contract with you - offered to have you stay at her place while painting was under way.

"I'll take the couch again. You really can't stay here with the furniture all awry and tarped, and the fumes."

She was going to be the death of you.

"Okay, so everything's set - we've moved everything, things are tarped, supplies are laid out-"

"Meticulously so," you interjected with a teasing smirk. She shot you a mocking glare.

"We can get taping," she announced patiently.

You walked over wordlessly and removed her hat. You saw her swallow as she looked at you with wide, brown eyes.

"Not your nice hat," you told her as you tucked it away and retrieved a hat of your own. "I don't want you to get paint on it. Here, you can wear mine instead." You placed it on her head with a gentle smile, sure not to laugh at how her cheeks were now burning red.

She cleared her throat and adjusted the hat. "Okay, well, let's get started."

It was only a few minutes in when Jessie interjected.

"What are you doing?" She asked, clearly aghast and not hiding it particularly well.

You sat back on your heels and looked at her.

"Cutting in?"

"Freehand?" She said, her voice rising and narrowing her eyes in sheer disbelief. "That's what the tape-" Jessie's words trailed off as she examined your work. "Oh," sounding nearly deflated. "That's actually quite good."

You gave her a teasingly scrutinizing look as you did air quotes. "'Actually quite good.' Wow. The disrespect." She rolled her eyes at you with a laugh and nearly stamped her foot.

"Come on, you know what I mean."

You shook your head at her. "You're not the only one with skills here, Fleming."

You bit back a smile as her cheeks started to darken. She distracted by readjusting her hat, tucking her hand into her pocket and idly shifting her weight from one foot to the next.

"Is that so?" She asked.

"It is. I just haven't had my chance to shine," you continued cheekily as you stood up.

"Well, what I'm hearing is you don't need my services," she said, a glint now in her eyes.

"Jess." Her name came out like a pout and you gave her arm a gentle shove. She grinned before lifting her chin haughtily and giving a shrug.

"I mean, I can go."

"Jessie," you protested once more, jostling her a bit this time and pulling a wide smile out of her. You gave her a look of warning. "Don't make me beg you to stay."

That glint was still in her eyes as she leaned in and gave you a soft nudge with her shoulder. "Fine. I'll get back to work," she deadpanned.

You worked steadily for several hours, you and Jessie finding a good cadence and coordinating seamlessly early on. You nicked the baseboards and doorframes on a couple of occasions, but it was Jessie's fault. How could you be expected to remain steady and focused when you could see the muscles in her back flex and her calves pop as she maneuvered herself along the wall to paint. And her t-shirt sleeves rolled up onto her shoulders? A little too attractive. Never mind her biceps being on display.

The other close call was when you nearly dropped the roller when you felt her hand on your back as she shimmied past you and around the furniture at one point. The contact was feather-light, but it sent a shiver through you nonetheless.

Eventually, you both took a break, sitting flush against one another on the tarped floor, your backs against the couch that had been moved into the center of the room.

You were taking a sip of water when Jessie's phone began to buzz. You saw her look at it and you told her to take the call.

"Mm. It's just my sister. I'll call her back later." Shortly after the buzzing stopped, a text came through. Jessie read it quickly and sighed before calling her back.

You rose from your spot, aware of Jessie's eyes on you as you did so. You retreated to the other room to give her some space. However, you could still overhear Jessie despite how hushed she was trying to speak. You weren't intentionally trying to eavesdrop, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't curious.

"...I can't right now...I'm out..." A huff. "I'm...at a friend's...No...No...No." Then, in an even more hushed tone. "Y/N's..." Another exasperated huff. "I'll call you later. Yes! Okay. Bye!"

You gave it a few moments, but couldn't resist much longer and came back into the living room to see Jessie looking flustered and a blush lingering on her cheeks. She met your eyes before her gaze darted away.

"Hey," she nearly mumbled before standing up and brushing off her shorts needlessly. You, again, tried not to get distracted by her paint-covered hands. "Shall we continue?"

You worked late into the night finishing a first coat across the rooms before packing it up. Your body ached.

"I can't believe you have a game tomorrow. I'm so sorry," you told her, guilt creeping in.

"What for?" Jessie looked genuinely puzzled.

"Aren't you sore? My back is killing me," you asked incredulously.

"Oh, no, I'm feeling fine. It's good conditioning," she joked. "We'll get you a heat pack when we get back to my place."

You were going to need a hell of a lot more than a heat pack, but you gave her a grateful nod nonetheless. You bent to pick up your overnight bag, but her hand shot out and grabbed it before you could. She stood and swung it effortlessly over her shoulder.

"Ready?"

A/N: You all have me so into this now that I couldn't fit everything I wanted into two parts. Third part is available here.

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso x reader #jflem #woso imagine #canwnt x reader #woso

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judysxnd · 10 months ago

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can we plz plz get more reader and pedro dating?? 😭 i love it so much!

I don't really know if you mean dating in general or going on a date? So I guess I am going to do a going on a date one, since it's a part of dating in general (don't know if it makes sense, but in my head it does).

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Ever since you started to date Pedro, you've never been on dates so much. In the first two months of dating the number already exceeded the number of fingers. It's a good thing, don't get me wrong. It made you feel so special, loved like you've never been. You always thought it was Pedro's love language, taking you on dates. He always loved spoiling you in every way possible.

Tonight was no exception. But he decided to change things around. Instead of going out, he decided to bring the outside, inside. And by that, he needed the house to himself, so he gently.. yes.. kicked you out for the afternoon. He told you to come back for 7:30pm. You didn't really know what you would do in the meantime, so you wandered in town, buying some nice chocolates to eat in front of a nice movie, and you decided to buy a bottle of wine. Pedro probably took care of that too, but whatever, it won't go to waste either way.

You arrived home for 7:30pm. As you parked, you saw Pedro walk outside the house. He didn't leave you time to get out of the car, opening the door for you. He was wearing a nice black suit.

"Hey baby" you had a big smile. "Looking handsome" you said adjusting his jacket. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before handing you what looked like a blindfold. "You're going to blindfold me in my own house?" you both chuckled

"I need you to get to the bathroom without seeing what I prepared"

"Should have given me the outfit before I left"

"I- well no comment" you laughed. He put the blindfold on you. You grabbed his arm and let him guide you inside the house. Once you entered, you were met with different smells. You could smell the dinner getting ready in the kitchen, you could smell the burning of candles, some sweet vanilla, your favourite scent. "we're taking the stairs" Pedro warned you. You lifted your foot, but still almost fell.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea Pedro" you joked

"I'll take care of that" was all you heard before Pedro took you in his arms, climbing the stairs, walking into your bedroom, finishing in the bathroom. He put you down slowly and nicely. "I've prepared a nice outfit for you, I'll let you get dressed, and once you're done, put the blindfold back and call me okay?" He said.

"Yes sir" you joked. You heard Pedro laugh a little. He kissed your cheek before leaving you alone in the bathroom. Once you heard the door closing, you removed the blindfold. You looked around still a little confused, finding the mirror and looking at yourself. You smiled as you shook your head, still not realising what was happening. He always managed to surprise you. After 2 years in the relationships, after hundreds of dates, he was still here surprising you.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, something sparkly caught your attention. You looked at it through the glass, seeing something dark green, sparkling. You turned around walked to the drawers. You grabbed the clothes, naturally unfolding as you took a step back. It was a very nice sparkly dark green dress. Once again you were impressed. He even bought you a dress. You quickly put it on, looking at the mirror.

Damn. He really knew you, your taste, your body, your size. The dress fitted perfectly, and it was absolutely magnificent on you. There were a pair of heels next to the dress, so you wore them. Those were from your wardrobe, you recognised them. You still laughed at the view, he did say, quite a lot, that they were his favourite pair of heels. You rapidly brushed you hair too, letting them fall on your bare shoulders. You didn't have anything left to do, so you put the blindfold back, and called Pedro.

"Woah" You heard him say as soon as the door opened.

"Right choice" you said, making a pose. You smiled.

"Agreed" you felt his hands on your arms. "Now let's have dinner darling"

"Yes, because I'm starving"

"I'm going to carry you again" Pedro hold you once again, carrying you down the stairs. Barely there, he put you down, removing the blindfold. Once away, you finally opened your eyes. The entire house was lit up by candles. There were rose petals on the floor and now there was music in the background.

"Woah, Pedro!" You looked around, amazed. "You didn't have to do all of this, you must have been working non stop to do this"

"It's all worth it for my princesa" he said looking at you. You looked at him with complete heart eyes.

"I love you so much" You put your hands on both side of his face.

"I love you more" You kissed passionately. After a few, you both pulled away. "Shall we?" he asked you, asking for you hand to guide you to the kitchen. You held his hand, nodding and smiling.

You entered the kitchen to find the dinner table lit up with candles two, with nice flowers and decorations. Pedro really put his soul into it and it showed. It was beautiful.

"You're more talented than me for decorating the table, so unfair" you joked as he pulled the chair for you.

"I had help" he admitted

"You did?" you were surprised

"You think I suddenly know how to decorate a table and cook?" he laughed as he opened a bottle of wine.

"I don't know, maybe!" you laughed too. "By the way I bought chocolate and wine too, but I left it in the car"

"We'll grab it later"

Pedro served you the nicest and tastiest dinner. Even if he had help or hired someone to cook or even ordered something, it didn't matter. He made everything for you, for the both of you to have a nice dinner date at home. You don't always need to leave the house to have a perfect date, and tonight was the proof. You had fun, talking about random things, reminiscing about some other dates, thinking about the next ones.

#fanfic #imagine #oneshot #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x female reader #pedrostories #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff

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danieyells · 6 months ago

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I just saw the "characters that might have feelings for pc". So like what about Haru and Jin. The way haru was talking about the PC in the 4th Chapter. And Jin BEING A CUTIE PATOOTIE 😍

I mean it's a joseimuke so everybody has a chance of having feelings for the pc, really. I was just talking about in terms of the appearances of like doves during the story as indication of someone catching feelings.

Jin doesn't like that you're nervous around him and is very comfortable with and reliant on you--Jin worrying that you went missing and immediately going to save you from The Pit show he cares at the absolute minimum of his feelings!

(and all of frostheim thinks you're fucking too lol.)

Haru definitely could also have feelings for you--he definitely likes and appreciates you a lot--but he also might just heavily appreciate your work ethic and help and company, especially with how Towa and Ren aren't much help for him. He was pretty sloshed, I think he would've said something more straightforward if he was like in love at that point!

As far as story feelings go I think right now it's mostly Kaito, Towa, Taiga, and Sho like I said before, although we know many other characters are also very attached to you and, based on the genre, probably on their way to feelings that could be called love. Especially some of the max affinity voicelines. . .as usual for a joseimuke the pc is well loved among the characters, even the ones who don't like them very much haha.

There are some where the feelings don't feel very romantic at all(Ritsu and Jiro for example)--but that lack of romanticism is also in line with the character's behavior, and they may have shown some kind of attachment in other voicelines or scenes(Ritsu asking you to stay with him even though the workday is over and Jiro saying he hasn't had a family for a long time implying he sees you like family, for example) that suggests that they love you(maybe not romantically) but they express their comfort and attachment differently.

Haru's max affinity line has him saying when they have some spare money he wants to buy you your very own Jabberwock uniform--it wasn't as charming to me as the others, hence why I didn't include it when listing his voicelines, but if you think about it he sees Jabberwock as his kids, his family. So a jabberwock uniform of your own means 'you are family to me, you belong here with us.'

Jin's is something to the effect of 'i don't take you being here for granted, you know. I know it won't last forever.'(i'll post the exact wording when i get home and post his voice lines, but it was something like that) so his is more intimate--this is his last year on campus so he probably won't see you after he becomes a fourth year. No matter how he feels you won't be part of his life anymore very soon, and either you die in a year or your curse is lifted and you presumably will choose to leave Darkwick and go back to your normal life, so when he eventually becomes president you still won't be involved. So he values what you have while you're together--even if what you have is a master-servant relationship lol.

But. Yeah, it's a genre thing. Everybody loves you! But as far as story beats go we've got the four main ones I think, and some suspicions like Jin.

#danie yells with anons #danie yells answers #danie yells at tokyo debunker

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quinloki · 4 months ago

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A little modern yan Sabo bit that's been kicking around my head... growing increasingly paranoid of him, whatever the reason. Your skittishness grows severe enough for him to notice. Maybe he even finds out your planning to try and move away. And he can't have that, can he? You wake up bound, blindfolded and gagged in the trunk of a car, confused. It's dark, your head is fuzzy, and you can't move... trying to rub your eyes or roll onto your back. It takes longer than it should to realize you've been tied up, much less where you are. You can't remember how you got here, and the fact that your captor has oh-so-graciously lined this trunk with soft padding, your head laid onto a pillow, does little to settle your panic. You have no way of knowing how long you're shivering in that trunk for, but eventually the engine cuts out and everything goes quiet. All you hear is your own heartbeat. You try to stay calm, but the soft click of the trunk opening has you in tears. You wince when a strip of light falls over your covered vision, whining against the gag. A familiar voice coos down at you, the comforting feeling of warm leather brushing hair out of your face. "Oh you poor thing... it didn't last as long as I thought it would. I'm sorry, sweetheart..." you cry as the familiar man lifts you into his arms, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "You won't be hurt, I promise. I know it's scary. I know the... precautions I've taken may seem intense to you, but you're gonna be okay. I'll take some of this off once I've got us settled in, alright?"

Anon.

I am unwell.

You have made me terribly unwell.

Thank you.

Gods it's a perfect set up too! I need the whole thing \o/ I need the meet cute, the first date, the first sweet kiss, the soul-crushing orgasm, the after care. The ease of slipping into a life with him, a routine. The small build up of concerning things.

The dismissed worries and fears.

The unavoidable concerns.

The plan to leave.

Waking up in the trunk. You were, admittedly, still probably a week away from leaving. It wasn't like he cut it close either.

The understanding in his voice. the KNOWING. He's not mad, he's not lost to anger or sweet sanity, he knows full well what he's doing is wrong. He understands the desperation isn't quite right, that he should be willing - able even - to let you go. It's not your fault.

And so he won't hurt you. He won't be mad at you. But he'll get you there. He'll bring you around. It'll be okay.

Fuck.

Slow burn Yandere.

Like.

I NEED IT.

#quin answers #quin muses #reader insert #x reader #anon asks #yandere #sabo the revolutionary #flame emperor sabo #mafia AU slow burn yandere?#Oh gods SABO AS A MAFIA HITMAN AND HE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO KNOW #and that's when the small prickles of concern start #like #fuck #FUCK #I need this #Gods be damned I'mma hafta write it

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delinquentbookworm · 4 months ago

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🌤️ 🌈

Ahh thank you for sending this Janelle! It took me so long to reply because you picked something soft and fluffy and basically none of my WIPs had anything like that. This is the closest I could find, it's from the Jace Hireling AU fic that I've been playing around with, and it's the night before Jace is supposed to leave to go with the Bad Kids.

There's a mention of sex, but nothing explicit.

"You saying you won't notice that I'm not there?"

Porter sat on the bed, watching Jace as he pulled the most practical, durable items of clothing he owned from the wardrobe and tossed them onto a pile. A pair of Mage Hands picked them up and folded them up, stacking them into his oversized adventurer's backpack. “Alright, so, I've got clothes, then I'll need to pack spell components, I'll need my backup focus… Oh, I should probably take some Devil's Honey with me too, just in case they ask about Arianwen.” Jace was murmuring, mostly to himself.

He wasn't looking Porter's way, wasn't doing anything particularly alluring. He wasn't wearing anything particularly revealing, either. Sure, the yoga pants were tight, but most of his body was obscured by the oversized, chunky knit sweater that he'd stolen from Porter, covering him up from his neck to about mid-thigh. And yet. And yet. Porter had never felt so enchanted by his little elf. Maybe it was the knowledge that they were going to be apart for the next few weeks; maybe it was the knowledge that Jace was doing something incredibly dangerous all on his own, just to help Porter's plan succeed. Either way, he couldn't just let this moment pass by. Porter pushed himself up from the bed and crossed the room, wrapping his arms around Jace from behind and planting a kiss on the top of Jace's head. He pressed his face against Jace’s curls, taking a deep inhale, smelling coconut and lilac, and all those ridiculous, expensive products his little elf put into his hair. Jace was such a pampered, pretty little thing; the thought of him roughing it and living out of a van for a couple of weeks straight was honestly kind of funny. Porter almost didn't know how he was going to cope. “Porter, you're making this kind of difficult.” Jace said, unable to walk away from the wardrobe to do anything else with how Porter was holding him. Despite his words, his voice was light, the annoyance clearly just for show. “Shouldn't you be packing too?” “I’m gonna miss you, little star,” Porter said softly. It was more sentimental than they usually were with each other, but even so, it didn't come close to capturing how he actually felt about his little elf. Not that any words ever would. Not that Porter put that much stock in words anyway. They both knew how easy it was to lie. Actions were better, actions were real.

Porter began to nuzzle at Jace's pointed ear, pressing chaste little kisses along the shell. He wasn't chasing the kisses with tongue, wasn't grazing Jace's skin with his teeth. He wasn't trying to arouse Jace just yet. He just wanted to live in this moment for a bit longer. “It's only going to be a couple of weeks. And you're going to be busy with Copperkettle’s lot the whole time. You'll barely even notice I'm not there.” Jace said breezily. It wasn't exactly what Porter had wanted to hear, and he let out an irritated huff.

"Dunno. I might not. We're going to be travelling all round, who knows what kind of big, handsome strangers I might meet. We're only monogamous in Solace, right?" Jace said. Porter knew he was joking, he could hear it in his voice. The words still pissed him off. He'd been trying to say something real, and Jace was just brushing him off, acting so damn cavalier.

"Very funny, Stardiamond." Porter growled, letting go of Jace only to spin him round, to force the little elf to look at him. Jace's eyes were wide, all feigned innocence, as if he hadn't known exactly what he was doing, as if he hadn't been riling Porter up on purpose. "You know damn well you're mine."

He lifted his little elf up and tossed him bodily onto the bed, climbing on after him. As he was fucking Jace, he made sure to suck hickey after hickey onto his neck, marking him up, making it clear to anyone who looked at him that he was claimed. One day Porter wouldn't need to use anything as primitive as bruises, one day there would be something much more permanent on his little elf. But for now, this would have to do.

After they both finished, in the quiet that followed, Jace curled up next to Porter and rested his head on Porter's chest. He ran his fingertips over Porter's stomach, idly tracing little abstract shapes along his skin, and once again, Porter wished he had his own kind of chronomancy, just enough to stretch this moment out, let it last a little longer.

"I am going to miss you, little star." He repeated, needing Jace to know he'd been sincere the first time he said it. Jace looked up at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Listen, we've both got our crystals. And I've got Sending. We'll still be in touch. I'll keep you updated on everything that happens.” Jace said, leaning up to give Porter a soft, lingering kiss. “And... I’m going to miss you, too.”

#starbreaker #jace stardiamond #porter cliffbreaker #fanfic #wip #later Jace asks under what circumstances he would be allowed to fuck someone else #“what if it's necessary for the mission? what if someone's life is at risk?”#Porter concedes he can in those circumstances. but he really doesn't think either of them are very likely #enter james whitclaw

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just-an-absolute-mess · 4 months ago

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A Bully Gets Bullied

CW: Musk, CNC, Transformation

Emily had just gotten back from a day of classes to find her roommate” was still out. Well actually a long day didn't quite fit, she was supposed to go to 5 classes today but instead skipped the last 2 to go work out. Her roommate Bea wasn't actually her roommate either, Emily had been bullying the scrawny nerd for the past 6 months and due to some well placed threats to her old roomie got the key. This was all too make sure this nerdy loser was nearby 24/7 for whenever Emily wanted to have some fun.

Bea was a short, scrawny girl at only 5’5”. What she didn't have in muscles she had in her brain. Already at a 4.0 GPA and on track to graduate a year early. Emily had noticed Bea one day in the library, when Bea had told her to stop playing music out loud Emily had decided to teach the nerd a little lesson. Shoving the chubby girl down and stuffing a sock in her mouth to keep her quiet before cramming her under a desk. They stayed there for hours as emily enjoyed her new footrest, from that day on Emily had decided Bea was hers to toy with.

She still remembered the surprise on her face when she walked in just to see her tormentor waiting with all of her stuff. That was also the day Bea learned what the inside of her 4 year old boots smelled like. Judging by the gagging and screaming the must've smelled worse than Emily could've ever imagined. Since then Bea's life has essentially been taken over by the bully's musk, never going without it for more than a couple hours.

Emily finished with her reminiscing and went to the mini fridge. Hoping to find something good in there, she never actually bought any of the food or drinks in it of course. Bea did all the shopping and usually got to keep whatever Emily didn't want (usually only a handful of the stuff she bought). One drink caught her eye though, a blue soft drink with no label. But it did have a bright yellow note taped to it, Special, please do not drink -Bea

“Must be a specialty soda that loser got.” Emily thought. Deciding that it was the perfect solution to her problem, she twisted the cap off and chugged it letting the note fall to the floor. Ending with a loud belch that she swore shook some of the objects in the room. “Damn that was nice, gotta get more of it. Weird aftertaste though.” Emily then feeling a little tired after a long day went on her bed, turned on the room's tv and quickly fell asleep.

When she woke up she saw Bea looking over her. “What're you staring at nerd.” Emily said but quickly got surprised at her voice, it sounded.. tinier? Sitting up she also realized she was shorter than earlier that day! Before she was 6’1” and way taller than Bea, now she guessed she was maybe 5'3" and Bea was taller! Then came the last of the changes she noticed, all of her muscles seemed to be gone! She probably couldn't even lift 30lbs like this!

“What the hell did you-” Emily started before Bea shoved her down and put a hand over her mouth.

“This worked out better than I could've hoped, look at how tiny and weak you are now! You can't even move my hand from your face!”

Emily started grumbling angrily while fighting to get this loser's hand off her.

“Stop that, or I'll never tell you how to reverse this.”

Emily stopped but still couldn't hide the rage in her eyes. How could she have been reduced to this by such a pathetic nerd.

“Now I'll let you know what my plan is since you can't fight back no matter how much you try. I planted that drink to put you through the same hell you put me through, and I won't reverse the changes until I think you've learned your lesson. I guess it'll take the rest of the semester, probably more if you keep fighting though.” Bea was staring down at Emily with a slight smile on her face. Reaching down she pulled her shoes off and held one above Emily. “Now huff up, I haven't made anything as bad as your boots yet but these will still show you what you're in for.”

She couldn't believe this, she had to be having a nightmare. She couldn't be at the mercy of her loser punching bag of a roommate, any second now she'd just wake up. Either way she wasn't going to sniff the shoe held over her nose. She would just hold her breath and wait for Bea to give up.

Except Bea stayed there. After a minute Emily couldn't hold her breath any longer and took an inhale, a much bigger one than she wanted. Immediately she could feel the tears form in her eyes as the cheesy, salty scent filled her lungs. Gagging into Bea's hand she tried to mumble out an apology but nothing could get through.

“Keep sniffing.” Bea's voice was icy, Emily knew she could either breathe in again or would be subjected to another torture.

Another breath in and another gag. No matter how much she sniffed she couldn't adjust to this. Her nose was burning from the scent and all she could do was whimper and whine the more she was forced to do this.

“You know, you look kind of cute like this. My sweaty running shoe over your face while you're helpless to fight back. I see why you did it to me, but there's so much more we need to do.”

Bea pulled the shoe and her hand off Emily's face and giggled at her desperate breaths of clean air. She wouldn't get much of a break though as Bea removed her sock and shoved it in Emily's mouth. Every taste bud screamed in agony as the salty sweat dripped down. Bea grabbed some tape and made sure Emily wouldn't be spitting it before tying her hands behind her back. Emily was truly helpless, not only was she tied up but even if she wasn't she had no hope of beating Bea in a fight.

Bea sat back and enjoyed the show for a few minutes as Emily writhed, gagging and screaming into the improvised gag. Nothing could compare to this sight, seeing her bully brought so low with no hope. She felt arousal build in her and did her best to hide it for now. It was better to save that for much later.

Instead Bea lifted her feet and placed them both on Emily's face. Emily's screams doubled, but the neighbors knew not to come in when they heard screaming. Bea idly rubbed her feet on the girl's face soaking her in even more rancid sweat. The screams almost made it feel like she was getting a massage.

Emily was truly in hell at this point, not only could she taste the disgusting socks (which she would've sworn hadn't been washed in a month) her nose was also subjected to a worse smell than the shoes. It didn't help that Bea was literally rubbing them in her face. Every so often even cupping her toes around her nose and making her huff nothing but the foot funk. She prayed that this would end soon, that she would get a break at the very least. Her prayers went unanswered, this torment lasting hours until it was already dark outside.

“Oops, guess I lost track of time. Honestly I could do this all night but we should probably sleep.” Bea said nonchalantly to the girl tied up on her bed whimpering. The only thing going through Emily's mind now was hoping that the day could finally end and she could be free for at least a few hours.

Bea got up and pulled Emily down until her head was in the middle of the bed. Confused at what was going on and why she was still gagged Emily looked up at her captor.

“Oh you aren't going free yet, we might need to sleep but there's something you can help me with. See I haven't showered in the past 3 days and my ass is swampy, I think your nose can help air it out.”

Emily was too exhausted to fight anymore, she just accepted her fate. At least she thought so until Bea sat on her face and Emily took a breath in, the smell was so much worse than she could have imagined. A bitter acrid stench that made her nose burn and her eyes roll back into her head. The screams she let out weren't words, they weren't even done consciously at this point. Emily had truly been broken already just by some sweaty feet and a swampy ass.

Thankfully for Bea the screams died down soon after she threatened to subject her to worse smells from her ass. Falling to sleep within a few minutes with her captive trapped between her cheeks. The breaths airing out her ass being the only noise she heard from Emily.

Emily passed out shortly after, the smell of her ass too much for her poor brain to handle. She hoped she would be turned back after 6 months. She had already learned her lesson after one day, she would never subject anyone to this torment again for fear of what might happen if the roles were reversed.

#please lmk if yall want a sequel!#story #also please like if you enjoyed the story reblogs are optional but likes lmk if yall want more of this or not

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case-almost-closed · 10 months ago

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Little precious thing

Yamato Kansuke x fem!reader / OFC (no name mentioned, however some features mentioned such as hair that is at least shoulder lenght, third POV) Words: 13K A/N: This got WAY longer than I expected and I am not quite satisfied with some parts, but take it anyway.

She swallowed and looked just about everywhere but the bathroom door, behind which was a small plastic strip that had the potential to turn her entire world upside down. "I don't think I want to know after all." "What?!" Yui looked unenthusiastic and gazed at her in dismay from the sofa. "And live in ignorance until it's possibly obvious?" Silence. Yui raised her eyebrow in disbelief and looked at her. "You're not really thinking about it now, are you?"

She whimpered softly. "Anything sounds more tempting than going into that bathroom right now." Snorting, Yui started to get up. " Alright, then I'll go see." "NO!" Yui dropped back onto the sofa and stared at her.

"Well, one of us has to go and see. Otherwise we'll sit here until Kan-chan gets home. Maybe he can look." She stared at her until she stood up with a sigh, but still looked at Yui accusingly. "If I die, it's your fault." "What's the worst that could happen? Either you're pregnant or you're not. It's as simple as that." She quickly turned to Yui and stared at her, beside herself. "It's as simple as that? It's as simple as that? Yui, this is about whether I have to explain to Yamato Kansuke, the grumpy old man, that I'm carrying his child under my heart. Just the thought of it makes me panic." Yui looked at her for a few moments before smiling gently and carefully. "You really are scared." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

She laughed humourlessly. "Of course I'm scared. We've never talked about having children, it never even occurred to either of us that it might happen! What if he doesn't want to? What if he leaves me and I have to bring up this child alone? What if-"

"Hey, hey, hey." Yui reached for her hand, hoping to reassure her and, above all, calm her down. "We don't even know if you're pregnant yet. And even if you are, do you really think Kan-chan will just leave you like that?" She laughed and squeezed her hand.

"Then you don't know your husband very well. Have you ever noticed him around you? He can be having the worst day and be on the verge of throwing someone out the window himself, but as soon as you walk into the room and smile at him, he'd be ready to buy that person a drink. He's crazy about you and loves you more than anything. He won't leave."

Yui rolled her eyes. "I admit he can get a bit difficult and will probably be even more insufferable at the start of the pregnancy, though that's not your fault, it's the fact that he's insecure about it. But I can promise you one thing, he will stand behind you like a giant, fierce shadow, scaring everyone within a two kilometre radius away if they so much as look in your direction the wrong way. Kan-chan will support you in every decision you make."

During Yui's speech, tears had come to her eyes, which Yui watched in horror. "All good?" She just nodded and laughed a little ashamedly. "Everything's fine. Thank you, Yui-chan." Her friend just nodded and she turned to the bathroom door after taking a deep breath.

Yui watched her friend disappear into the bathroom and waited. And waited. And waited. She was sure that five minutes had already passed and she was beginning to feel worried. On the verge of rushing into the bathroom, she paused when her friend finally stepped out into the corridor.

In her trembling hands, she held the pregnancy test she had taken fifteen minutes earlier and her eyes were fixed on it. Yui leant forward, now nervous herself. "So, what is it?" She didn't answer and after a moment Yui was tempted to jump up and snatch the test out of her hands as she looked up and over at Yumi with wide eyes. Trembling, she lifted the test so that Yui could see it, who immediately gasped and slapped her hand over her mouth.

"Two strips." She swallowed and a smile slowly made its way to her lips as she saw Yui jump up and hug her tightly. "Kansuke darling, you're in for a surprise when you get home."

~**~

"I'm back," her husband growled as he stepped through the front door, slammed it shut a little harder than necessary, kicked off his shoes with a groan and hobbled into the living room with his crutch. Of course, she knew he was home before he had even reached the front door. She would recognise the engine of his car pulling onto the driveway and the way he slammed his door among hundreds.

Yui had successfully managed to calm her down and had also given her step-by-step instructions on how to teach Kansuke the gentlest way possible, but as soon as she had seen him arrive in front of the house, she had forgotten everything, which was why her heart was now beating up to her neck as she stepped towards him and, instead of pressing a kiss to his cheek as usual, wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

She could almost hear the cogs turning in Kansuke's head when she didn't break away from him. "Clingy today, huh?" His comment sounded gruff and disinterested, but she knew better and could hear the concern in his voice. She closed her eyes briefly before looking up, still clutching him tightly, and though there was a scowl on his face, as always, she could see the concern in his eye. "I have a good reason, Kansu."

He raised an eyebrow and let her lead him to the sofa, which she pressed him onto. That fact alone warmed her heart. A few years ago, he had taken any offer to sit down as an insult. Now he knew that she simply wanted to make him comfortable, to make him feel at ease. "Oh, really?"

Despite her tenseness, she couldn't help but snort in amusement. "Save the sarcasm, smart arse." The words may have sounded harsh, but they both knew she meant them affectionately, which is why Kansuke rolled his eye slightly and didn't give her a death stare into the sofa cushions.

Reduce the tension. That was what Yui had advised her to do and she had to admit that she wasn't doing too badly considering her current state of mind. Nevertheless, her smile slowly disappeared and she began to play with the hem of her T-shirt again. "Kansuke, we need to talk. To be more specific, I need to tell you something." The mischievous glint in Kansuke's eye faded and she could see that he was listening to her intently. "And what?"

She pressed her lips together and looked down. The words she had carefully prepared before seemed to have disappeared all at once. Kansuke's gaze was on her and with every moment it seemed to grow heavier, so she swallowed and hoped to find the right words as she spoke. "So... I, um... In the last few weeks I've... no, that doesn't sound right... you must have noticed that I... no, no... um"

She laughed nervously, scratched the back of her neck and stood up to pace around the room. . "I...I actually had the right words in mind, but...I forgot them because I'm nervous and scared of how you'll react and I don't know how to tell you...so-"

Apparently Kansuke seemed to want to rescue her, or he had had enough of her stuttering, because he leaned forward and took her hand reassuringly. She stared at it. Kansuke could certainly be quite affectionate at times, but he lived by the principle of "all or nothing", which was why such casual, almost meaningless gestures were not an everyday occurrence.

"Calm down, everything's fine. Unless you've accidentally or deliberately killed someone and now need help hiding the body, there's nothing to be afraid of." She fell silent and stared at him in disbelief. Was he serious right now? Kansuke leant back. "You didn't kill anyone, did you? Because I should warn you, I have a professional obligation-" "I didn't kill anyone, Yamato Kansuke!"

He raised an eyebrow at his full name and let go of your hand, but leaned closer to you again. "Then you have nothing to worry about." "You say that now," she muttered, knowing he was going to react a little more strongly than he thought he would. "Just spill it." "What?"

Kansuke shrugged his shoulders. "Don't beat around the bush, just rip the band-aid off." She hesitated. "Kansuke I really don't know if that's appropriate in this situation." He growled softly, clearly more impatient. " Just do it now. It can't be that bad. I mean you've hardly-" "I'm pregnant." "- whacked someone or... what?“

He blinked and stared at her, which didn't really make her feel any less nervous. At least his stare made her stop pacing back and forth. "I'm pregnant," she repeated slowly and, seeing his stare, got the impression that she really should have been more careful with him. However, he had wanted it that way.

"I was overdue and I've been feeling so sick in the mornings lately, which is why Yui urged me to take the test. I did two more just to be on the safe side. All positive." Her husband was still silent, staring at the spot where she had been standing before, not moving or even seeming to blink.

"Kansuke?" No response. Slowly, the panic inside her gave way to worry. "Kansuke, are you all right? Hey!" She snapped in front of his eye, which seemed to bring him out of his trance.

His gaze shot back up to her before he jumped up and stared down at her insistently from above, which could be quite frightening. "You're pregnant?" She nodded. Kansuke exhaled, ran his hand over his head, causing hair to fall out of his braid and took a few steps back. "How the hell could this happen?"

Although she wasn't really in the mood at the moment, she couldn't help but laugh a little. "Don't take offence, Kansu, but you were there, you should know that." He huffed and turned around, apparently thinking that humour wasn't very appropriate right now. He mumbled to himself for a few moments, pacing a little, and she could live with that. It was only when he fell silent and stopped, his eye lowered and his back to her, that she became nervous again. "Ka...Kansuke...?"

"Are you serious?" Kansuke turned round and looked her straight in the eye. There was a seriousness in his that she had seen more often, but at the same time such gentleness and even vulnerability that her heart grew heavy. He took a step towards her. "You're really pregnant? And you want to keep the child?"

She nodded timidly and Kansuke closed his eye. "This isn't a cruel joke, is it?" When he opened his eye she could see a plea, something she had never seen in him before. "You and Yui didn't make this up to get one over on me, did you?"

Her first impulse was to react outraged and berate him for accusing her of such a thing, but she paused to look at her husband. His posture was tense, his head proudly raised, but she thought she saw something else. Hope, longing. Love.

Kansuke had experienced many strokes of fate in his life, so many that he didn't even expect anything good to happen to him. He was a bit brusque and prickly by nature and had perfected this over the years, but at this moment he seemed so open and anxious, as if he expected her to laugh at him at any moment for believing that she wanted a child with him. They had been together for five years and married for three, and she knew that Kansuke still didn't understand why she had chosen him. He would probably never understand, but he didn't have to. As long as she knew, it would have to be enough.

Slowly, she stepped forward and gently placed her hand on his left cheek, running it gently over his scar. "I'm deadly serious. I'm not joking and it would never occur to me to joke about something like this." With her other hand, she reached into her jumper pocket and pulled out the three tests, which she pressed into his hand and stepped back to give him some space. "I am pregnant. And yes, I want to keep the baby, no matter what you say."

Kansuke's gaze lingered on the three small plastic strips in his hand and she knew that he was looking for a flaw that would mark the whole thing as fake. She didn't blame him, wasn't hurt, because she knew that these were just habits that came with the job.

However, when he didn't seem to find any, she saw him tense up briefly just to look at her and for a moment she thought she even caught a tear in his eye.

"You're really pregnant?" Now she could no longer contain herself and let the tears that had been stinging her eyes for several minutes roll down her face. "Yes." Her voice was little more than a breath, but it was all Kansuke had needed.

Before she knew it, he had dropped both the tests and his crutch to the floor with a slight clatter and rushed towards her. Determined but gentle at the same time, he grabbed her by the chin, pulled her towards him and kissed her. A surprised gasp escaped her.

She was used to fierce and passionate kisses from him, as well as gentle and tender ones, but never in such a combination. While he seemed to be trying to hold her as tightly as he could and keep her face in its position with his hand on her chin, she felt the gentleness and love he was trying to transmit. He lifted his other hand, placed it in her cheek and gently stroked her hand before moving it to the nape of her neck to bury it in her hairline. But they were only human and needed oxygen, so the kiss couldn't last forever.

Panting, she broke away from him, but only so far that her lips were only a few centimetres away from his. Her forehead was pressed against his and while his right hand had moved to her hip, the other was still on the back of her neck. She herself had wrapped her arms around his neck and buried them in his hair, which had now finally escaped the braid.

They just looked at each other for a while until Kansuke laughed raspily and closed his eye, smiling. "We...are going to be parents." A smile crept onto her lips as well. "Looks like it." His eye was still closed, she was now pretty sure he was on the verge of tears, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you. Thank you." He pulled her into a tight hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

~**~

She had been officially exiled to desk work. It had been pretty much the first thing Kansuke had done after they had returned to work after her confession. She had just smiled at the whole thing and had been handed money by the grumbling Yui. Yui had thought that Kansuke wouldn't do it before ten o'clock, but in the end she knew her husband a little too well.

They had decided together not to make a big announcement. If they were asked, they would answer honestly but not go any further, and they wouldn't forbid anyone to talk about it.

"They'll realise in a few months at the latest anyway. Or think that I'm just really good at cooking," Kansuke had joked, which had elicited a hearty laugh from her. They both knew that Kansuke was an amazing cook, however nobody believed it so over time they decided, that it was far more amusing fror the two oft them to let them believe that he was horrible at it.

However, they then agreed to tell one other person face to face.

Komei looked at her with a surprised expression on his face. Kansuke was leaning against his desk while she sat behind it, he had insisted that she sit. " I beg your pardon?" She smiled and leaned forward slightly. "I'm pregnant. We thought it was only right to let you know." "You thought that," Kansuke growled. "I said he'd find out on his own." She snorted. "I remember that a little differently." Instead of getting into an affectionate argument with her husband, however, she turned to Komei and stood up.

"We didn't want to make a big announcement, but Yui knows and we thought it was only fair and right to tell you in person." She emphasised the "we" explicitly. "After all, you and Yui are the only people helping me deal with this grump." She laughed lightly when she heard Kansuke's grumble, but he didn't speak up. "You're not joking?" Komei asked, but it sounded more like a statement and her lips curled in amusement. He and Kansuke were more alike than he thought. "No. I'm really pregnant."

A smile crept onto his lips before he stepped forward and hugged her gently. It came as a surprise, as he didn't normally initiate physical contact, but she didn't protest and hugged him back. As quickly as the hug had begun, however, it ended and Komei took a step back. "Congratulations. I guess that's why you've been condemned to desk duty now."

She sighed and nodded. "I figured it was something like that. However, it could have been that you were seriously ill or had a falling out with Kansuke-kun. Of course, this is a lot more pleasant." Kansuke snorted snidely. "Oh cut it out." She gave him a sharp look before turning back to Komei with a smile.

"He's happy that you're happy. He's just too stubborn to admit it." Komei smiled thinly and turned away. "I know."

~**~

It was late at night and she was supposed to be asleep, but she was lying awake in bed staring at the wall. She was lying on her side with her back to her husband, who seemed to be asleep, judging by the depth of his breathing and how limply his arm lay around her middle. He was snoring lightly and mumbling to himself, which occasionally made her smile, but in the end she always returned to the troubling thoughts that plagued her.

She usually talked about such things with Kansuke, a promise she had made to him, but she hesitated to do so. He seemed happy. Truly happy, for the first time in ages. She didn't want to burden him with her troublesome thoughts, especially not now, in the middle of the night, when he so rarely slept so peacefully.

She sighed softly and tried to turn a little more, despite Kansuke's embrace, and to her own surprise she succeeded. Her eyes fell on the clock that stood on her bedside table and bathed the bedroom in a bluish colour. It was two o'clock in the morning. She sighed again as the hand around her suddenly loosened a little.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Kansuke turn over, his brow furrowed, his sleep obviously becoming more restless. She bit her lower lip and gave up, rising as carefully as she could.

Just because she couldn't sleep didn't mean she had to wake her husband with her restlessness. On bare feet, she toddled as quietly as she could into the living room, where she sat down on the windowsill and looked out.

It was raining and the drops of water raced against the window pane, while the lanterns on the street bathed everything in a yellow-orange hue. She sat there for a while, her gaze unfocussed outside, before she got up and sat down on the armchair next to the window instead. Looking down, she drew her legs up, wrapped her arms around them and rested her cheek on her knees as the doubting thoughts returned.

What if she wasn't going to be a good mum? What if something went wrong during the birth? What if something happened to the baby? More and more doubts and worries came to her, each like a dark cloud that increasingly darkened her mind until she felt she could no longer think or breathe clearly.

The clouds seemed to suffocate her and suck all the warmth out of her until she sat on the armchair, trembling and with her eyes squeezed shut, trapped in dark thoughts.

But just when she was sure she was completely drowning in them, warmth seemed to return to her and she emerged from her thoughts. Kansuke had put his arms around her from behind and was resting his head on her shoulder. Since she had told him she was pregnant, he had become a lot more affectionate, especially when he was tired. "I woke you up, didn't I? I'm sorry." "Don't be." He lifted his head and stepped up beside her, but kept one arm around her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

She sniffled and only now realised that tears were rolling down her cheeks. "I guess 'I can't sleep' isn't good enough, is it?" He chuckled huskily and took her cold hands in his to warm them. "I'm afraid not quite."

She looked over at him and despite the dim light, she was able to see the worry in his eyes. "It...you'll probably think it's stupid, but...I'm scared." He hummed softly. "Because of the child? Stupid question, of course, about the child," he interrupted himself grumpily before looking at her with such gentleness that it warmed her heart.

"I don't think it's stupid. I actually think it's normal. I'm worried too. Will it go well? How badly will this pregnancy and the birth hurt and stress you? Will I be able to help you?“

He gently took one hand away from hers and placed it on her cheek instead. "But at the same time, I know you can do it because you're incredibly strong, in some ways stronger than anyone else I know. And I know we can do this somehow, okay? Together." He smiled wryly and wiped the tears from her face, eliciting a tear-strangled laugh. "I think that's the most romantic thing you've said to me since we got married."

Outraged, but still smiling, he straightened up a little. "How dare you? I'm a born romantic!" She laughed again and sat up, wanting to say something back, when something caught her eye. "Yamato Kansuke, you're not squatting on the floor, are you?" "..."

Horrified, she jumped up and saw that he was indeed doing it. "You'll get a muscle cramp in your leg!" Kansuke slowly straightened up and groaned softly, leaning on the armchair. "I think it's a little too late for that." He swayed slightly and without his crutch, he only had the sofa to support him, so she quickly rushed over to him and put a hand around his waist.

"I don't need your help," he grunted and tried to pull away, only to lose his balance again. "Swallow your ego and give me your arm." Kansuke grumbled softly, but wrapped his arm around her shoulders and let himself be walked back to her bedroom, groaning softly. She felt his weight on her, but also knew that he wasn't leaning on her nearly as much as he needed to, yet left it uncommented on.

As soon as they reached the bed, he let go of her and let himself fall up, eliciting a groan of pain and relief at the same time. She shook her head worriedly, but smiled as she looked at him from beside the bed. "That's what you get. Why are you squatting on the floor without your crutch?" Kansuke snarled softly. "I'm really really sorry I worry when I wake up and my pregnant wife isn't in bed and I hear soft crying from the living room."

Her smile softened, no longer mocking and annoyed, and she stepped up to the bed to take his hand in hers, which he reluctantly allowed. "I'm sorry, Kansu." He grumbled softly and she was expecting him to turn around in offence when he suddenly pulled hard on her hand.

She gasped and stumbled forwards, but was gently caught by his hands so that she landed softly next to him and not on top of him. Without further ado, he pulled her close so that her head rested on his chest and settled his head on hers to nuzzle against it.

"It's okay," he murmured, pulling the blanket over them with the hand that wasn't on her hip. They both knew they weren't going to lie that still, but neither of them cared at that moment. "Just get some rest. You have to eat and work for two people soon, so you should rest as long as you can."

A small smile crept onto her lips. "The eternal optimist." He snorted briefly before pressing an oh-so-gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Go to sleep. I'll take care of you." His hand twitched briefly from her hip to her stomach. " Of both of you."

~**~

Kansuke's gaze slid to the clock hanging on the wall before he looked over at her. "She's late." They were on their lunch break and, as usual, they ate together in his office. Normally she sat in the "guest chair", as she always jokingly called it, and he sat behind his desk, but recently he insisted that she had the "better" and more comfortable chair. She didn't complain about it.

"Kansuke, you don't really expect her to do it every week for the rest of the months, do you?" "She's been doing it for the last three weeks. Every Wednesday during the lunch break."

She rolled her eyes and turned to her food, but couldn't deny that she was also curious to see if Yui would come. As Kansuke had already said, their mutual friend had taken the time every Wednesday over the last few weeks to pop in and proudly announce how big the baby had grown.

Sometimes she even brought the objects with her to emphasise how "incredibly cute" the baby was, in her words. And even though she knew that Kansuke would never admit it openly, he was also beginning to look forward to hearing her announcement.

However, he seemed to be right, because Yui didn't turn up for the next ten minutes either, which is why their conversation moved in a different direction over time. They were just having a discussion about what to have for dinner and who would cook, chances were not good that she would let Kansuke into the kitchen.

He was just explaining to her that he could indeed cook and bake very well since his grandmother taught him, she knew that her husband was phenomenal in the kitchen, she just loved to tease him, when all of a sudden the door opened and Yui came in. And maybe she was just imagining it, but she thought she saw a satisfied smile twitch at the corner of Kansuke's mouth.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time," Yui confessed and approached the desk behind which, by now, both the Yamatos were sitting. "Everything's fine," she assured her and smiled at her. "So, how are things?" Yui grinned and brought her hand out from behind her back, presenting her closed fist. "You're currently in your seventh week of pregnancy, which means your child is about the size of-" she opened her hand "a grape." Satisfied, Yui placed the fruit on the table so that her friend was able to take it in her hand and look at it admiringly. "Look at it, Kansu," she murmured softly. "Our little one is already so big." She rolled the grape between her fingers, unable to contain a smile. "Kind of adorable, isn't it?"

Kansuke leaned forward and took the grape from her hand to look at it with boredom, at least that was what he wanted her to believe. Inwardly, she knew, he was also fascinated by how quickly their child was growing up. "Nahh, if you say so."

With that, he tossed the grape into the air, caught it with his mouth and swallowed it down. "Kansuke!" She stared at him in disbelief before laughing out loud. "You just ate our child, you barbarian." He just snorted, though both she and Yui could see the amusement in his eye. "Don't be like that. It was just a grape."

They both knew it was more than that.

~**~

She sighed contentedly as she felt Kansuke's arm tighten around her middle, hugging her closer. "In need of a cuddle this morning?" All she got in response was a low, deep hum, which elicited a small smile and made her turn around. Kansuke had pulled her close to him, his eye still closed, and although he didn't show much movement of his own, she knew he was awake and following her every move in thought.

It was Sunday and they both had the day off, which normally meant they would go somewhere together as neither he nor she were really homebodies, however, it was raining outside and given their circumstances, he had decided to spend the morning in bed.

"Stop moving." His voice was even deeper and rougher than usual in the morning and she had to stifle a grin. "Don't tell me it bothers you when I do that?" With that, she turned again and felt his grip on her tighten, which made her grin for good.

Kansuke seemed to have given up, as he was now looking at her with a grim expression, but she could see the amused twinkle in his eyes. "Oh for fuck's sake, woman! You're driving me mad."

"Ah, ah, ah!" she scolded affectionately, tapping him mockingly on the tip of his nose before placing his hand on her stomach. "There are children here, no swearing." He grinned grimly and propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her. "That's a real shame. Then I guess I shouldn't do that either."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her forehead. "Or this." He kissed each of her cheeks and brushed her hair behind her ear. "Or this." Kansuke pressed his mouth against the corner of hers and she turned her head to catch his lips with hers, but he broke away again to grin mischievously at her.

"Ah, ah, ah, there are children here," he repeated her words, but they lost their impact when he leaned down and pressed several hot kisses along the crook of her neck and pulse, eliciting a gasp from her. "Kan-" was as far as she got as an incredible nausea suddenly rose up inside her and she had to press her hand to her mouth to stop herself from throwing up all over their bed.

Her husband seemed to realise that something was wrong because he let go of her neck and looked up and as soon as he saw her, concern came into his face. "Hey, what's wrong? You seem-" That was as far as he got as she hurriedly struggled free from the blanket and his embrace, overcome by another wave of nausea, and hurried out of bed and to the bathroom, where she frantically lifted the toilet lid and emptied the contents of her stomach into the bowl.

Tears came to her eyes and her throat ached from retching as she tried to keep her hair from falling into her face, when suddenly there were footsteps and the familiar thud of a crutch, and moments later Kansuke sat down on the edge of the bathtub with a groan and gently took her hair out of her hand to hold it back.

"Take it easy, love," he murmured surprisingly softly, rubbing her back encouragingly and supportively. "Let it out, let it out." She retched again and bent over the toilet bowl, tears of not only pain but shame coming to her eyes. "I'm sorry," she managed to say after a while of empty retching. "I actually thought I had it under control."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kansuke straighten up. "'Under control?' That implies it happened before." Ashamed, she looked to the side, but he didn't allow it and tapped her cheek. "Hey, look at me." Reluctantly, she complied with his request. "Has this ever happened before?"

She sniffled in an attempt to stop the tears. "Every morning, sometimes more often." Seeing the disbelief on his face, she glanced to the side. "You were asleep." There was silence for a while and she wiped her mouth with a towel, knowing she would have to rinse her mouth.

Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned her head slightly, only to realise with horror that Kansuke had lowered himself to the ground. "Kansuke, your leg-" she protested, but was cut off sharply by him. "Forget about the fucking leg! Why didn't you tell me?" He looked exasperated, almost angry, and the crease between his eyebrows looked deeper than usual. "I-" she broke off, which seemed to frustrate him.

"Why did you think it would be a wise decision to keep it from your husband that you were unwell, huh?" "Because there's nothing you could do about it anyway," she hissed back, wiping the tears from her face. "It's normal when you're pregnant, which you'd know if you'd done the work to find out!"

Kansuke backed away a little and finally let go of her hair, but now she fired a volley at him. "You're hardly ever at home anyway, Kansuke! You're only at work and when you are at home, you're complaining about the whole world, eating or sleeping! So I thought you already have enough to worry about and I don't need to make it worse when you're finally home, you stubborn bastard!"

He stared at her and slowly the words that had come out of her began to sink in. She slapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh my... I'm sorry, Kansu, I'm so sorry. I don't know where...those words I...I didn't mean it, I-" "Oh yes you did.“

His voice was calm, which was even creepier under the circumstances, and she almost didn't dare look at him, but then she did. She was surprised. Instead of anger or indignation, she found only melancholy and sadness. "And you're right about that." She started to protest, even more surprised by his answer, but he raised his hand and she closed her mouth to let him finish.

"You're right. I haven't been very attentive lately. And definitely not at home much. And you're also right that even then I'm not very helpful." Gently, he took her hand and seemed to be waiting for her to pull away, but instead she squeezed it tightly, encouraging him to continue.

"It's... been busy at the office lately, but I don't have to tell you that, you've experienced it yourself. And yet you're right, it's no justification for neglecting you like this. Both of you," he added and swallowed, making his Adam's apple jump up and down. "I was a horrible husband and I would like to avoid being an even more horrible father-to-be. It will still be stressful for a few weeks, but I swear to you that I will always, you hear me, always have time for you." He grinned slightly. "I admit it might be harder during a manhunt, but I'd call back as soon as I could. It's always been that way, and I apologise if I ever made you feel like it wasn't."

He exhaled and smiled boyishly before seeing the tears in her eyes. "Oh, shit, I screwed up, didn't I? Which part was it? Oh fuck, I'm not good at this, you know that, I-" She interrupted him with a hug that would have cracked his ribs had he been more fragile. "All good," she murmured, "pregnancy hormones. Besides, you're getting sentimental, old man."

He laughed softly and put his arms around her as well. "I guess I'm forgiven?" She hummed softly. "Only if you give me something to rinse my mouth with and keep me company in a long, hot bath." "I think that can be arranged."

A while later, they were both lying in bed, wrapped in bathrobes and arm in arm, when Kansuke, who had his arms protectively around her middle, raised his voice. "Do you think I'll be a good father?" She turned her head in surprise, prompting him to continue as he drew invisible patterns on her shoulder with his hand.

"I'm not the happy-go-lucky type and have a tendency to be a bit gruff. A lot gruffer. And rude. And I'm bad at ... taking it easier, being gentler." He was silent for a moment. "What if I hurt our child? Whether physically or mentally. Whether intentional or not?" Now she turned round fully and placed her hand on his cheek

"You're going to be a great father, Kansuke. Yes, sometimes you're a little harsh, and yes, sometimes I'd love to shoot you to the moon. But you're a man with a big heart and I know you'll shower our little one with love, your way, and they'll know it because you're their father." She smiled slightly. "However, I have a hunch that you will be a little gentler with them after all. Like I said, you're getting soft in your old age." "Hey!"

~**~

He was exhausted. Behind him lay a twenty-four hour shift in which he had had to travel with Yui and Komei to the other end of Nagano to arrest a crazed man who had decided that it would be an excellent idea to pull out a pistol and shoot wildly around with it. Kansuke was pretty sure that if he hadn't knocked Komei to the ground and injured his own knee in the process, he would either be in hospital or no longer with them. In the end, they had caught the bastard and although he normally wrote the report himself, this time he had snarled and given the task to Komei and Yui. He had promised to make time for them and even though he could be a damn stubborn git sometimes, he honoured his word.

Kansuke opened the door and stepped inside, whereupon he slipped off his shoes in the corridor as elegantly and quickly as possible. He took off his crutch for a moment to free himself from his jacket before hobbling down the corridor when a delighted squeak caught his attention. He just managed to step into the living room when suddenly his wife came slithering out of the bedroom, a huge grin on her face, before she threw her arms around his neck and planted an energetic kiss on his lips. He swayed for a moment, surprised by the stormy greeting, but returned the kiss no less intensely and wrapped his arm, which was not leaning on his crutch, around her middle.

"What have I done to deserve this enthusiastic greeting?" he murmured against her lips and saw hers twist into a wide grin before she took a step back. "You tell me, Kansu?" He furrowed his brow. He didn't really feel like puzzling at the moment, he had enough of that at work, but his wife's good humour seemed to infect him, which was why he leaned against the back of the sofa in amusement. "Do I get a tip?" "It's me," she admitted and grinned even wider, causing Kansuke to quickly glide his gaze over her, but he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She was wearing her usual clothes that she used to wear after work, had tied her hair back and turned sideways towards him.

She chuckled at the look on his face. "I admit, maybe it's a little harder to see with the baggy clothes. How about this?" She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up so that it was just below her chest. Kansuke's eyebrows shot up, definitely not complaining about the sight she was giving him, and he was about to make a lewd comment when something caught his eye. He froze briefly before his gaze shot up to her in disbelief. "No!" She smiled broadly and nodded so hard that he feared she might strain something. "Yes."

He let out a laugh of disbelief, which was unusual for him, and stepped closer to her to place his hand on her abdomen, which now showed a small but noticeable swelling. "I'm finally showing," she exulted and fell around his neck again, which he now reciprocated much more enthusiastically than before. "And you look fantastic," he murmured into her ear and pressed a kiss to her temple, only to pull away and return his attention to her stomach. He would have loved to leave his hand there, which would have seemed strange before but now made sense to him, but she flinched and he only then realised that his hands were surprisingly cold. Unusual, as he was usually a walking radiator, but it was quite cold outside. "Sorry, I'm icy." He pulled his hand back, but she grabbed his wrist, forcing him to keep his hand in place. "It's all right," she returned, pressing her forehead against his. "I don't mind."

~**~

Her belly had swollen a lot over the last few weeks, so much so that she couldn't even hide it at work. A few people had asked her about it and, as agreed with Kansuke, she had answered honestly, but most of them held back and only watched her with curious glances from a distance. Considering the fact that her husband had been swarming around her even more since she had started to show, scaring away anyone who even dared to look at her strangely with a death stare of the extra class, this was to be expected.

But she didn't care, on the contrary. Lately, she had been feeling truly energised. Her morning sickness had completely disappeared and her back pain had also stopped tormenting her in the last few days, so she was finally able to get a decent night's sleep. She had the feeling that she was able to do everything, which in turn worried her husband.

"Please put it down," Kansuke pleaded, watching with rising panic as she bent to lift the moving box. Yui had found some cupboards and given them to them as their last one had broken, and although it wasn't very big, it was still quite heavy. "I can manage it. I'm a big girl," she joked, putting her hands on the handles as a test, causing a river of panicked sweat to run down the back of Kansuke's neck. If she had only been his subordinate, he would have snarled at her, maybe even grabbed her by the collar until she came to her senses, but it was her. His wife, mother of his child and a person he respected very much and didn't want to make her angry and sad, which was quite easy due to her hormones lately.

" You are. However, that doesn't mean you should carry this heavy box. I'd better do it." Amused, she turned to him, still leaning forward. "Oh, because you can do it so much better with your crutch?" Frustration rose in him and he would have loved to shout it out into a pillow, but she suddenly gasped and straightened up to put her hand on her stomach.

Instantly concern spread through him and he hobbled over to her to place his hand over hers on her stomach. "Are you all right? Have you hurt yourself? Is it the baby? Oh I knew we shouldn't have taken that fucking wardrobe, but Yui can be very persuasive when she-"

"It kicked me." He broke off as he saw a smile spread across her face, wonder and fascination in her eyes, and only then did the words sink in. "What?" Her smile widened and she squeezed his hand in hers. "It kicked me. Our child kicked. It was only very light, barely felt, but it was there." Tears shimmered in her eyes, but she laughed and Kansuke felt the irrepressible urge to laugh as well, but suppressed it for a smile. "You see, even they don't think you should transport that wardrobe in." She looked at him for a moment, laughed and kissed him.

"Well, if that's the case. Don't come crawling to me if you can't get the box in." With that she turned and walked over to her house and Kansuke found himself staring after her, however he thought he could. Their child had kicked. Whilst they knew she was pregnant, this was the first sign of life from her child and all of a sudden everything felt so much more real.

It had all started when her belly was getting bigger, but this... this was proof that the child not only existed, but that the child was doing well, more than well. It was alive, active and, according to the doctor's visits, seemed to be healthy all round.

He smiled and felt something stirring inside him, something soft and warm, and Kansuke thought back to the night she had reassured him that he didn't need to worry about being too hard on the child. And although her words had eased his worries then, he felt for the first time that they were really true. Maybe he really could become a good father.

Smiling, he turned round to the car and immediately the smile gave way to a scowl and he cursed quietly. She was right. How the hell was he supposed to get this bloody box into their living room with one hand? True, he could ask Yui or Komei for help, but Kansuke would rather die than give in so quickly. He put on a grim face.

He was Inspector Yamato Kansuke, damn it, he could handle a box.

[He couldn't. After half an hour, Komei drove up, called by Kansuke's wife, and carried the box into the house to the loud raging of Kansuke. There he enquired about the child while she thanked him, which put a damper on Kansuke's good mood, but he couldn't hold it against the man. However, he didn't let him know].

~**~

"I'm out of place here," Kansuke growled softly in her ear as she flipped through her magazine. She smiled slightly, reached for his hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "Don't worry, you're exactly where you should be, Kansu." "Tell that to them," he grumbled, nodding briefly to the women sitting opposite them, who were watching him suspiciously and secretly out of the corner of their eyes. At least they thought they were doing it secretly and unnoticed, because they flinched every time Kansuke turned his head so that his healthy eye looked over at them. "They're just not used to seeing a man in a gynaecologist's office, calm down." She glanced at him herself out of the corner of her eye. "You don't normally mind being stared at, do you?" „Still don't like it," he growled, which wasn't really an answer to her question, and leaned back grimly in his chair, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Smiling, she turned back to her magazine. She knew that Kansuke was uncomfortable with doctors, especially gynaecologists, but he had made it his mission not to miss any check-ups and had even taken time off work from time to time to accompany her. He was worried that he wouldn't be a good father, but she didn't have those worries herself.

She knew her husband and knew that he was up to the task. Yes, he would have his difficulties at first, but she had no doubt that he would succeed. All at once, the door opened and the doctor stepped out, making eye contact with her immediately afterwards. "Yamato-san? Please follow me.“

She stood up, put the magazine to one side and waited patiently for Kansuke to stand up and put his crutch in the right place before following the doctor into the room. She was already waiting for them with a smile and pointed to the chair while she put on her gloves. "You already know how it works. Please lie on it and clear your stomach." She complied with the doctor's request and lay down on the chair, pulling her top up so that her now clearly swollen stomach was exposed. As always, Kansuke refused to sit down, but stood next to her, ready to take her hand if she wished.

"Watch out, it's getting cold," the doctor explained, opening the gel bottle as usual and she herself grimaced slightly. The gel was really cold and felt a little uncomfortable on her skin. The doctor sat down in her chair after she had applied the gel thoroughly and wheeled over, holding the transducer in her hand. "Well, let's have a look then." The doctor carefully placed the transducer on her stomach and ran the device over her skin. Her gaze, as well as that of her husband, was fixed on the small screen on which they could recognise the outline of their child. When she had seen it for the first time, tears had welled up in her eyes and although he denied it, Kansuke's eye had also become a little moist.

For the next ten minutes, the doctor explained the individual steps she was taking and reassured both her and Kansuke that the child was perfectly healthy. In fact-

"I could tell you the sex of your child if you want me to." Her eyes widened and her head shot over to Kansuke, who also looked surprised. "That's already possible?" The doctor smiled gently at her. "You're already six months pregnant, so theoretically we could have determined the whole thing two or three weeks ago."

She could feel the excitement building inside her and didn't have to think long about what her answer would be. A glance at Kansuke told her that he wouldn't mind, so awestruck did he alternately look at the doctor and the screen. "Please." Smiling, the doctor let the transducer glide over her stomach before pointing to the screen.

"This is the head, this is the stomach and this is the legs." She pointed to the different areas on the screen in turn and both she and Kansuke greedily absorbed the information. "Since your child is lying on its back, we can see the whole thing better. Of course, it's not a hundred per cent guarantee, that's only possible at birth," the doctor added.

"But I'm pretty sure I can congratulate you on a very lively daughter.“

She heard Kansuke suck in a sharp intake of air and before she could control herself, tears came to her eyes. It could be the pregnancy hormones, though she didn't care as she turned to him and gripped his hand tightly. "A little girl. We're having a little daughter."

Her voice was no more than a whisper, but Kansuke nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Perhaps she was imagining it, but she thought - admittedly blurred by tears - she could see Kansuke wiping a tear or two from his eye. The doctor gave them a few moments to compose themselves and Kansuke murmured supportive and caring comments into her ear, so quietly that only she could hear, before clearing her throat, a sheepish smile on her face. "I could print out the picture for you? If you like?“

A week later, she was putting the dirty laundry in the washing machine, it was her turn, even though Kansuke protested when she realised that he had forgotten his wallet with his police ID in his jacket. Sighing, she pulled it out, silently cursing her forgetful husband, when all at once a piece of paper fell out of his badge. Puzzled, she picked it up and turned it over, only to grin broadly. It was the ultrasound image of her daughter, which Kansuke always carried with him, even at work. Let him tell her again that he wasn't getting sentimental.

~**~

She sat on the sofa with a concentrated expression and tried to regulate her breathing as Kansuke stepped through the door into the living room. "'Sorry I'm late, but the morons at work had to put a few more obstacles in my way." Kansuke stepped up to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaving the room to get rid of his bag and jacket. "Are you all right?"

This morning, for the first time in months, she had been terribly nauseous, which had become so bad that she hadn't been able to go to work. Not that it was particularly bad, after all she was only allowed to work for another month anyway before she went on maternity leave. "Everything hurts me," she groaned between clenched teeth, "because your daughter decided to kick me all day.“

Kansuke came back and settled down next to her with a slight groan and a cheeky grin on his face, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Oh, so now it's my daughter. Usually it's always your daughter." He wrested a tired smile from her. "You know how it goes, Kansu. When she does good, she's my daughter, when she messes up, she's yours."

He laughed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Tea?" She nodded and grimaced slightly, but just as he was about to sit up and push himself up, she gasped and hit his arm lightly. "Give me your hand, give me your hand!" Kansuke sighed slightly, but complied and gave her his hand, whereupon she pressed it against her stomach.

In the meantime, he was no longer particularly impressed. His wife had pressed his hand on her stomach dozens of times over the last few weeks in the hope that he would feel the kicks, but so far it hadn't been the case. "There!" she exclaimed, pressing his hand harder on her stomach. "Did you feel that?" Kansuke sighed again and shook his head. "Just face it, she's not kicking hard enough for me to-" He broke off as his wife groaned in pain and something suddenly pressed against his hand. He opened his eye and looked down at her stomach. "What-?" Something kicked his hand again, this time he could feel it clearly and she gasped in pain again, making him almost feel bad for wishing he could feel it again, just to be sure.

"She kicked," he whispered and now placed his other hand on her stomach, gently stroking her skin. "I felt her, she...she kicked right against my hand."

He looked up and caught her looking at him lovingly. "Just as strong and stubborn as her father." He was at a loss for words, so he did what he could think of: he put his hands to her cheeks and kissed her.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he murmured softly and pressed his forehead against hers, his right hand moving back to her stomach. "I know it hurts you and is uncomfortable for you, but I'm so incredibly grateful for this." Gently, she ran her hands through his long hair. "Believe me, I'm more than happy to do this.“

The tea was forgotten and Kansuke spent the rest of the evening sitting on the sofa with her, placing his hands on her stomach when she told him to and with each kick that reached his hand, his heart warmed little by little and gratitude flooded through him that he had been given the honour of witnessing this and he vowed to himself to live up to it.

~**~

She watched sceptically as Kansuke tried to put the cupboard up. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you?" He just glared at her. "I've survived being buried under an avalanche for several days, I've been promoted to inspector and I've caught more thieves and murderers than you and I are old together. I'll probably be able to put this shitty cupboard together. It's all that's missing." Sighing and raising her hands in surrender, she averted her gaze and let it wander around the room instead, which instantly brought a smile to her lips.

The children's room looked fantastic. They had decided to keep the colour of the wall neutral, so she had painted it in beige and sandy tones, but it had turned out that Komei was surprisingly good at painting, so flowers in all colours of the rainbow now meandered across the walls, forming the most beautiful patterns. So while she and Komei had painted the walls, it had been Kansuke and Yui's job to assemble all the furniture a few days later. Although he had thought he could do it on his own, she had objected and threatened him that he would sleep on the couch if he didn't let himself be helped, so he had reluctantly asked Yui for help.

In the end, the whole thing looked really lovely. She had found some colourful polka-dot curtains, there were some cuddly toys on the changing table and just thinking about the little baby rompers made her grin. However, they had found another wardrobe yesterday and since Yui couldn't, Kansuke had decided to take the whole thing into his own hands instead of waiting another day. She had taken it with scepticism, because although her husband was skilful, he was not very patient, which was proven once again by the constant stream of curses flowing from the nursery. If she were superstitious, she would have started airing out the room, because she was pretty sure that Kansuke had conjured up more than just a demon with his cursing.

She was just about to put on some tea when a triumphant shout came from the nursery. Amused, she strolled over and leant against the doorframe to watch Kansuke step back from the wall to which he had previously nailed the cupboard that now hung above the rocking chair. Looking satisfied, he turned to her and raised his eyebrow mockingly.

"You see? Your husband can actually still do something." "Don't you think it's hanging askew?" Kansuke grumbled softly, hobbled towards her and put an arm around her middle. "Just be satisfied that we're done."

She couldn't disagree, but simply rested her head on his shoulder and put her hand on her stomach. "We're actually finished. The little one can come." Kansuke hummed softly. "Well, she'll have to wait a bit. But yes, she can come."

~**~

The midwife looked at her urgently. "You have to push, you're almost there, just a little more." With a frustrated and pain-filled groan, she threw her head back. Her whole body was trembling and she felt like her body was being torn in two as she tried not to lose her nerve. The only reason she hadn't collapsed yet was sitting next to her, holding her hand tightly and occasionally running his other hand through her sweaty hair to murmur words of encouragement. She really didn't know how the hell she would have got through the whole thing without Kansuke.

Her waters had broken when she had gone out to lunch alone with Yui. Normally, Kansuke no longer left her side for fear of missing the birth of his daughter. Today, however, he had been ordered from the top to go to a murder scene, which was why he had left Yui in charge.

She had just finished the phone call with Kansuke, in which he had explained that he was only twenty minutes away, when she had suddenly felt a liquid running down her leg. Immediately she had panicked and if it hadn't been for Yui, she didn't know if she would have made it to the hospital so quickly. Yui, however, had kept a cool head, taken her to the hospital and never left her side.

The first half hour had been the worst. Not because of the pain, but because Kansuke hadn't been there and she had been afraid he wouldn't be there in time. Yui had tried to calm her down and had just offered to call him when noises had sounded from outside and shortly afterwards Kansuke had come rushing through the door, followed by Komei, who had done his best to calm the doctors who were after Kansuke. Kansuke hadn't minded, he'd just barked at the people standing in his way before he was at her side and had taken Yui's place as hand-holder.

She had grabbed Komei and promised to wait in the corridor, where they were probably still waiting while she screamed her head off and cursed everything around her. Kansuke, however, was helpless and he hated this feeling, she knew that, and all he could do right now was stroke her forehead, whisper encouragement and shout at the doctors to see whether they could help her. By now she had been lying here for five hours and although she knew it was nothing compared to others, she couldn't take any more. She was physically and mentally exhausted and tears were streaming down her face. "I can't do this, Kansu." Her voice had become rough and hoarse from crying. "I can't do this, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..." Her voice was drowned in quiet sobs and all Kansuke could do was squeeze her hand tighter and kiss her on the mop of her head, his arm around her.

He had already given up the chair after an hour and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. She had protested at first, but he was her steadying rock at the moment and she was incredibly grateful for that.

"I know it hurts, I know," he murmured, running his fingers through her hair again and again to reassure her. "And I'm sorry, so incredibly sorry, but you're doing brilliantly. It's going to be fine, you just have to push one or two more times and then it'll be over and you can hold our girl in your arms, yes? She'll be beautiful, just like her mother, and if it makes you happy, I'll personally ask Komei and Yui if they want to be godparents, because it was our idea. Not yours, ours. If need be, I'll make an ass of myself as long as you give it a few more pushes now, love. Please."

She sobbed, squeezed his hand tighter and buried her face in his shirt. He had already got rid of his tie and jacket. "I'm scared, Kansuke, so scared beyond belief." "I know. I know." She could hear her pain in his voice. "And I'm so incredibly sorry."

She squeezed his hand. "Don't let go of my hand, do you hear me? Don't you let go!" He squeezed back and kissed her on the top of her head. "Never." Another wave of pain rolled over her and she felt like a hot knife was being plunged into her body. For a moment, a split second, she was disorientated by the pain and didn't know what to do with herself. But then she felt a pressure on her hand and, as if from far away, a warm, deep voice whispered in her ear. "Push, love. You can do it. Just one more time and you'll have it."

She gathered all her strength one last time and pushed so hard that she thought she would break her pelvis. A scream escaped her, long and pain-filled, which echoed in the room as an even stronger pressure built up and she thought she was going to tear apart completely. But suddenly the pressure was gone and she let herself fall back, gasping and crying, but the scream continued, echoing, although it sounded higher, sharper. She felt Kansuke squeezing her and placing kisses on her head and she suddenly felt as if she had risen through the surface of the water and could hear everything, see everything and perceive everything.

The first thing she heard clearly was a loud scream that echoed through the room, followed by Kansuke's voice, which came through to her and grounded her like an anchor. "You've done it! She's here, you did it!"

A laugh escaped him and he pressed kisses all over her face, making her smile a tired and pained but sincere smile and she squeezed his hand that was in hers.

"Where is she?" she murmured softly and raised her head as panic slowly rose inside her, but the midwife was with her in an instant and smiled as she placed something warm and slightly damp on her chest. "Congratulations." She looked down at herself and the first thing she noticed was that the something was wrapped in a pink blanket. The second thing she realised was that the crying had stopped.

She carefully placed a hand on the blanket, whereupon the little thing underneath immediately began to move. One by one, a hand, an arm and then a head emerged from under the blanket and she couldn't help but burst into tears. Her little girl was perfect in every way, even if she could already tell that she took after Kansuke. She had his brown skin colour, his nose and the small dark brown, albeit damp, curls on her head closely resembled the waves on Kansuke's head. She smiled through the tears and looked up at Kansuke, who was staring mesmerised at the little bundle lying quietly on her chest, only making a few gasping noises from time to time.

"Look at her, Kansu. She's perfect." Kansuke didn't answer at first, but just stared down at his daughter in awe before he dared to run a finger carefully over her head. "She's so small," he whispered after a while. "And so fragile. How can she be so petite?"

She smiled too tiredly to laugh and stroked her cheek gently. "I don't know. I'm not worried, though. After all, she has you for a father." She stroked her cheek again. "Welcome to the world Yamato Yumiko.“

The next few hours passed in a confusion that she couldn't quite follow. After a few minutes, the midwife took Yumiko from her again to weigh and dress her, which she didn't like at first, as she had only just had her, but she had shown some understanding. She had also been washed and moved to a clean bed and given painkillers, which was why she was now lying in her bed, clean and in relatively little pain as long as she kept still, Yumiko in her arms and Kansuke next to her.

He couldn't take his eye off his daughter and when he held out his finger to her, which she immediately grabbed, she knew that Kansuke was blown away, staring at her as if she were the next wonder of the world. In her eyes, Yumiko was getting pretty close.

Yui and Komei had been there briefly and, as promised, Kansuke had asked them if they would agree to be the godparents. Yui had instantly burst into tears and even Komei had wiped his eyes suspiciously and looked very touched. Both had agreed, explaining that it was an honour, and had only glanced briefly at Yumiko before leaving. They had promised to drop by again soon, but they both had to work the next day and it was already late. Kansuke was of course off duty.

A yawn escaped her, which snapped Kansuke out of his trance. "You must be tired. Wait, I'll get a nurse, then she can put Yumiko to bed." She frowned and suddenly realised that he hadn't held her daughter yet. "That's not necessary, you could just do it." He froze before looking down at the baby. "I think I'd better call the nurse." "You're afraid of hurting her, aren't you?" He froze again, this time in his movement and she could see him swallow hard. Slowly, he turned back to her, avoiding her gaze.

"How could I not?" His gaze slid lovingly over Yumiko and stroked her head. "She's so small and petite and fragile and I... I'm big and harsh and crude. She looks like she's going to break in my arms." "She won't. Take her." She smiled gently and held out the child.

"You're her father, you have the right to hold her too." Kansuke hesitated and for a moment she feared he would refuse, however he sighed in compliance and angled his arm so that she could place Yumiko in it.

He didn't move except when she admonished him to support her head, looking more like he was holding a bomb than a child. She laughed lightly and leaned back in her pillow to savour the sight.

Yumiko was small anyway, but in Kansuke's arms she seemed a lot tinier and he didn't even need the other arm to hold her and although the view of the "scary" man with the cute baby was a strange display, it looked right in her opinion.

Kansuke seemed to realise after a few moments that Yumiko wasn't going to explode, so he slowly relaxed and his face lost the tension, which gave way to gentleness and an expression of pure love. "She's so small. And light," he repeated, this time not in fear but in admiration. He turned to his wife to say something else, but she was already fast asleep.

Kansuke smiled gently and pulled the blanket up a little higher. She had had an exhausting day and needed the rest. A small yawn was heard and as he looked down, he noticed Yumiko smacking her lips softly, blinking heavily. His heart warmed and carefully, as if she were made of glass, he stroked her cheek and slowly got up to take her to her bed.

It was tedious with the crutch, but he didn't really care and put it down to lay Yumiko gently in her bed. She made a face and he ran his fingertip over her nose to reassure her. "It's all right, princess. You just sleep. Papa will look after you and Mama, okay? I promise."

~**~

She smiled and couldn't help it when she saw him carefully place the Maxi Cosi on the floor to open the door, only to pick it up again and carry it inside attentively. She had offered to carry the luggage in, but Kansuke had forbidden her to do anything other than heal. Yumiko hadn't noticed any of the commotion. Apparently, she not only looked like her father, but had also inherited his deep sleep.

A sigh of relief escaped her as she slammed the door behind her and was about to bend down to get out of her shoes when Kansuke stepped in, knelt down and opened it for her. "Kansu," she scolded him affectionately. "That's not good for your leg." He just snorted and freed himself from his shoes before standing up with a groan.

"You've been through more painful things in the last few days, so I think I'll manage to help my wife out of her shoes." She shook her head with a smile and kissed him gently. "Thank you, Kansu." He snorted contentedly and then lifted the Maxi Cosi, in which her daughter slowly woke up and gave a little yawn, which was the sweetest thing there was for her right now.

"Good morning," she cooed softly and released Yumiko, who was getting a little squawky, from her seatbelt. "Did you sleep well?" She rubbed her nose against Yumiko's. "I'm sure you did, you snore as much and as deeply as your Papa."

Kansuke grumbled softly, but he didn't contradict her as he walked past her into the living room. She was too busy with her daughter and only realised that Kansuke was talking to someone when she stood next to him in the living room, where Yui and Komei were sitting on the sofa. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Hi?" She looked questioningly at Kansuke, who smiled and nodded over to the two of them. "I asked the two of them if they could help a little. Apparently they've taken things a bit further than I intended." She followed his gaze to the dining table, where steaming pots and plates already stood. Perhaps it was post-pregnancy hormones, but tears came to her eyes and if she hadn't been holding Yumiko in her arms, she would have hugged them both. But as it was, she had to make do with a heartfelt thank you.

Yui smiled and Komei just shook his head. "Gladly, but a thank you is unnecessary. You have given us the honour of being godparents. The least we can do is support you." This earned him a snort from Kansuke, but they all knew that he was just as grateful for the help. Yui nodded over to the table. "Shall we?“

Although they had intended to leave after cleaning up from the meal which the two insisted on, she convinced Yui and Komei to stay after all. Yui was easier to convince, but when she offered Komei to hold Yumiko, he too had been unable to refuse her invitation. Kansuke didn't seem very happy to give his daughter, whom he had taken in his arms during the meal, into other arms, but he couldn't deny that it looked cute. Yui was completely taken by Yumiko and tears welled up in her eyes. She was sure that if it hadn't been Komei's turn to hold her next, Yui wouldn't have let go of Yumiko.

Yumiko seemed to find Komei very interesting. While she had been quiet with Yui, she stared at Komei in fascination. He stared back at her with equal intrigue, which was why he realised too late that Yumiko was reaching for his beard, and anyone who had anything to do with babies knew that they had a strong grip.

So while she was desperately trying to stop her daughter from pulling out Komei's beard, Kansuke was almost dying of laughter on the sofa and the only reason he didn't take a picture was because he was shaking too much with laughter. He actually had tears in his eye from laughing and not even her scolding could ruin his mood.

Komei took the whole thing in stride, however, just smiling and assuring her that she didn't need to apologise. Yumiko was a child and not in a position to recognise what was right or wrong. The two of them stayed for a few more hours before saying their goodbyes and even at the door, Kansuke couldn't wipe the grin off his face.

"You're a horrible friend," she murmured as she lay in his arms in the evening. They had put the cot next to their bed to make sure all was well at the beginning. "And I'm not sorry. That was excellent." She could feel his grin, even though she was pressed against his chest. "Maybe you're right, maybe she does take after me." "Maybe? She's your absolute spitting image."

Kansuke stroked the hair from her neck to place a kiss there. "Maybe, but she clearly gets her beauty from her mother." "Suck-up.“

~**~

When she opened her eyes and it was still dark, she had to stifle a groan. They had come home with Yumiko a fortnight ago and although her daughter slept soundly, she never slept for long as she had unfortunately inherited her father's hunger as well. She glanced at the clock and realised with tired surprise that it was already four in the morning.

Yumiko didn't normally sleep this long. Sighing, she sat up to check on her when she realised two things. Kansuke was no longer in bed and Yumiko's sleeping place was empty, but their bedroom door was slightly open.

She got up and trudged down the corridor. Light filtered out of the nursery and curiously she poked her head in, only to see a heart-warming sight. Apparently Yumiko had woken up after all and she hadn't heard it, but Kansuke had, which was why he was now sitting in the rocking chair with Yumiko lying on his bare chest and the baby bottle on the table next to him. Both were fast asleep. She hurriedly pressed her hand over her mouth to suppress a delighted laugh and scurried into the living room, where she fetched her mobile phone to take a photo, which she promptly sent to Komei and Yui, knowing they would love as much as she did.

But just as she decided to wake Kansuke to make sure he didn't get a stiff neck or drop Yumiko, he started to stir and opened his eye with a yawn. His first glance was to Yumiko and when he saw that she was still sleeping quietly, he smiled and lifted his gaze, flinching when he saw her, which made her smile. Quietly, she crept towards him and let her hand wander down his neck, where she played with his hair. "I was hoping you wouldn't wake up," he murmured and, after shifting Yumiko onto one arm, reached for his crutch to stand up. "It's okay," she returned and kissed his cheek. "I had this gorgeous sight for that." She couldn't be sure in the dim light, but she thought his cheeks were darkening. "Doctor said skin-to-skin contact is important," he murmured, but she only laughed softly.

"You don't need to explain yourself, I meant it. It looked cute. It did." He growled something about her getting sentimental and limped to the door to put Yumiko down, though she couldn't help but smile even wider. Maybe she was getting sentimental, maybe he was too, who knew. What she did know was that they were a small family. They were far from perfect, but their little treasure not only brought out the best in her, but also the best in him. Maybe they weren't perfect and conforming to the norm, but they were perfect for them and that was all that mattered.

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