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wordsaresimple-imnot · 6 years ago

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War meets Death - Ch. 1

This is an AU!AHS with Michael as the son of the Greek gods, Hades and Persephone.

Pairing: Michael x O/C Female (Emersyn)

Rating - eventual NSFW (not super slow burn but wont start for a few chapters)

Type: multi-chapter story

So much longer than I planned it to be, but I’m happy with the outcome. I have a couple ideas of how I’ll start the next chapter so hopefully that’ll be up in a couple days. Forgive any spelling or punctuation errors, I’m getting my laptop set up again on Word and it’s being a pain. I hope y’all love reading this as much as I loved writing it! Thank you to everyone that gave such encouraging responses to my plot-line post idea for this! <3 <3 <3

Here we go! - Chapter 1

Emersyn had been sitting in her car for twenty minutes. No matter how many times she gave herself a pep talk she couldn't bring herself to get out and walk into the house. Was it fear? In a way, yes. Not fear of failing or being turned away. Not fear that if this didn't work she'd be on her own completely. No. It was fear that this would work. That her Nana was correct in her letter and that by going down this path she'd finally have answers. Having the answers and knowing who she truly was, was what she feared the most. Taking a deep sigh, she pulled her letter out of the bag and read it for what was maybe the hundredth time since she'd been given it on her birthday two months ago.

"Follow my instructions my darling girl. Everything will work out and I promise you will gain more than answers to your past. You will get the future you were born to have. I am sorry I cannot tell you everything but rules are rules and I've bent them as much as I can. I love you more than anything. - Nana"

As Emersyn finished that last paragraph, she forced the butterflies to calm and pushed every doubt out of her head. "Okay Nana, here I go," she mumbled to herself. She put the letter back in her purse before turning her car off and stepping out, slinging the purse over her shoulder.

Once outside the car she let herself look around her surroundings once again. Off to her right was a large hedge in the middle of the gravel front. It was sculpted in a scepter and cornucopia, representations of who's home it was. The faint smell of flowers and fruit swirled around her, no doubt from the famed garden behind the house. Everyone knew the lady of the house loved agriculture and beauty, and her husband though intimidating could not say no to her. However the rest of the front, and no doubt the inside, gave little doubt of who held dark power here.

The gravel crunched under Emersyn's flats as she made her way to the stairs leading to the massive house. House wasn't even the correct word. More like a mansion. Everything was ebony marble, dark and sleek while also glittering. It was daunting against the bright blue sky but also the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. At the base of the steps on either side in a grey marble was the family protector, Cerberus, sitting at attention waiting for this master.

Breathe in, breathe out. She kept the mantra up until she was at the door. For a minute she just looked at it. It was made of solid marble with pearl for the handle and door bell. A monogrammed L was etched into the front of it. Emersyn nearly bolted back to her car but her legs felt like lead and her Nana's voice boomed into her head. "You are braver and stronger than you know. Grasp the power in your blood and all will be right." She'd told Emersyn that since she was a little girl anytime she was afraid and it always worked. Just as she lifted her hand to press the doorbell the door gave a click and slowly swung open.

She waited a couple seconds for someone to show themselves and speak, but nothing happened. It wasn't proper but she felt something tugging her forward so she slowly opened the door more to walk in. Once she was completely inside the door once again moved on its own and closed itself.

Emersyn took in some long deep breathes to calm her nerves as she looked around at her new surroundings. The inside was even more stunning then the outside. The floors and the grand staircase not far in front of her were made of the ebony marble that made the outside of the house. The walls were an off white with a few paintings and a couple mirrors put up. Above her was a huge shimmering chandelier with white lights and black jewels. She could see some black furniture pieces scattered around the room and in a couple open rooms easily visible from her spot. On some of the tables were smooth pearl vases with flowers in them, giving the house that same alluring smell as outside. Just as Emersyn had made her way to one by the door and was leaning in to take a sniff an authoritative voice stopped her.

"Who the hell are you?"

Emersyn spun around gripping her purse tighter to keep herself from screaming. A woman slightly shorter than her with dark short hair, dressed entirely in black stood by the stair case. She must have been coming from one of the back rooms when she saw Emersyn. The woman snapped her fingers to get Emersyn's attention as she hadn't answered the question.

"I'm so sorry. I was going to knock or ring the bell but the door opened and I thought someone did it. But no one was there so I walked in and I know I should have called out but I got distracted by everything being so beautiful and I wanted to smell the flowers and -" She knew she was word vomiting, something that happened when she was nervous, but she couldn't stop them until the lady cut her off.

"Wait. The door opened on its own? You didn't do anything?" The look on her face was blank but her eyes were calculating and taking every response in. Emersyn nodded her head.

"Correct ma'am. I was about to push the door bell and it clicked open. I waited but no one was there, so I came inside and when I was in the door closed again."

The lady was quiet for so long staring at her, she thought maybe she didn't hear her. Then she spoke again, "Interesting. Back to my original question, who the hell are you?"

Emersyn gathered her thoughts. "My name is Emersyn. I'm uh, not entirely sure what I'm here for but my Nana had a letter given to me on my birthday and it said to come here. I'm suppose to see a Miriam Mead. Do you know her?"

The lady raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest, "You could say that. I'm Ms. Mead. But I don't know anything about meeting with you or anyone else."

"I have a letter addressed to you from my Nana. She said to give it to you and that everything would make sense after that." She rummaged through her purse and pulled the envelope out, walking towards Ms. Mead with it.

"Look kid, you seem nice but I -" The stern look Ms. Mead had fell and she stopped talking as soon as she saw the hand writing on the envelope. She took it from Emersyn and pulled the long letter out, instantly going to the signature. Ms. Mead looked between Emersyn and the letter a couple times before she spoke again. "This is your Nana? Truly?"

Emersyn looked at the signature shown to her and nodded her head. "Yes ma - Ms. Mead. That's her." The next minute was the longest of her life as Ms. Mead seemed to scan the letter and would look back at her a few times. Finally she said something.

"Go sit down in there and wait for me. Don't snoop. I'll be back in a bit." Ms. Mead pointed to a room to Emersyn's left that seemed to be a type of sitting/visiting room with a couch, coffee table, two chairs, book cases, and a large bay window. She nodded again as she walked in and sat on the couch. Ms. Mead studied the girl for a moment, trying to get a sense of if she was trying to pull a scam but nothing raised any flags. Going back the way she'd come, she went into her office and sat down at her desk to read the letter in full.

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Twenty minutes had gone by and Ms. Mead had re-read that letter three times. Few times in her life was she at a loss for words but this would be one of them. She never thought this day would come but here it was. A small chuckle left her lips as she looked at the writers last sentences.

"This is my last act of defiance towards by daughters decision with my grand-daughter. She might have been stronger than me, but she is not stronger than fate. Enjoy the outcome for me, my dear friend."

Oh I will.

Ms. Mead suddenly felt lighter. As if her worries for the future were dissolving and everything was going to be the way it was meant to be. With a final scan of the letter she folded it up and put it in her desk, locking it away, then took a deep breathe as she stood to set her part of everything in motion.

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Michael was bored and agitated. He'd been slumped in a chair staring at the fireplace for the past two hours. His laptop and files left open and ignored on his desk behind him. Did he have things that needed to be done ASAP? Yes. Did he have the motivation to do them? Not in the slightest. He sighed so loudly his dog, Cerberus, came over to check on him.

"I'm good boy, just ignoring my work. I'm sure I'll get a message from father later." He grumbled as he pet the three heads of his faithful beast. Cerberus seemed to understand as he gave a low sigh himself and laid his heads on his masters lap. They sat that way for a few minutes when a knock came on the door. Michael told them to enter and kept staring at the fire.

Ms. Mead walked towards Michael but stopped short of the chair next to him. Cerberus came a small wag and went over to greet the woman. He'd known her since she started before Michael was born and had always liked her. She patted his heads and told him to go sit down, which he did. Michael held a small smile as he watched the interaction.

Cerberus was a perfect dog, but only to those he respected and liked. Namely only Michael's family and Ms. Mead. Everyone else he scared nearly to death or actually tried to eat them. It was entertaining at times. Still wearing his small smile he looked Ms. Mead, seeing her looking at him. Her expression was soft, as it usually was with him, but her eyes were calculating something he couldn't figure out.

"What is it?" He asked, sitting up straighter and sounding a little worried. Had something happened to his parents?

"Nothing. But I need you to come meet someone. She's in the sitting room up front." She spoke as clearly and un-emotional as she could. She couldn't let her excitement out just yet. There were things that had to happen before she could celebrate. First was getting them in the room together.

Michael rolled his eyes and slummed back in chair. "Not another 'wanna be queen' one of the families sent over is it? I really don't have time for it. I'm far too busy." He waved a hand towards his desk. At this Ms. Mead raised her eyebrow.

"Firstly, no she's not from any of them. And secondly, really? You've been in the same spot since I brought lunch to you and that was hours ago. Don't start with me." Michael shifted in his chair and refused to make eye contact knowing his excuse wasn't good. He just didn't want to meet someone else that only wanted the wealth and the power that came with him, instead of wanting him. Ms. Mead called his name pulling him from his thoughts and made him look at her again.This time she was sitting in the chair next to his, leaning towards him.

"I would never force someone on you. You know I only want the best for you, for this family. I love you all like you're my own. But I wont be here forever, and your parents need my help with things in the Underworld. You need someone you can depend on by your side for when I'm away. I think this girl would be a perfect fit to take over for me and help you." The look in her eyes and the steadiness of her voice told Michael that he needed to trust her. So he nodded and stood up to follow her with Cerberus trailing behind.

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Emersyn had skimmed the books on the book a few times and after fifteen minutes of still waiting on Ms. Mead decided to pull one off as a distraction. Blinding grabbing a big one, she settled into the window seat made into the bay window. It was cozy and had a lovely view of some of the flowers surrounding the property. She looked at the book in her lap. Inside the Gods and Demi-Gods of the world.

She flipped it open to a random spot and just started skimming. It was pictures of all the symbols and crests of the families. Some of them she knew from her growing up and some were new to her. Just as she turned the page again her eyes stopped dead on one at the bottom of the page. A ring of fire circled two swords making an X. A tingling sensation started in her fingers, growing up her hand and arm. The longer she stared at it the stronger the sensation got and her breathing started growing shallow. Just as her eyes started to flit around the page for who that belonged she felt something cold bump her arm.

Emersyn turned away from the book to be face to face with the infamous Cerberus, just staring at her. Logically she should have screamed or jumped away but she did neither. Instead she closed the book, moving it aside and looked at the three faces taking her in.

"Hello there," she spoke softly, raising a hand towards the noses for it take her scent in. Slowly the heads took turns sniffing and then after taking it in, he gave a small wag and sat down in front of her. She gave a small laugh of relief and started giving the beast some pets and scratches behind the ears.

As Emersyn smiled and gave attention to Cerberus, Michael stood in the entry way watching her while Ms. Mead watched him. He'd tried to grab Cerberus before he went to the girl, not wanting to deal with her being terrified and possibly crying but what he was watching was almost as frazzling as what he tried to stop.

His hound, one of the most feared creatures that hated everything outside the family and Ms. Mead, was wagging its tail and totally attentive to this stranger. This girl. This girl that Michael now couldn't stop looking at. She had hair blacker than the marble the made up his house and skin as pale as the moon. She could have been a Goddess herself, but he knew all the females in the other families and had never met her before. She didn't look like she ran in those circles based off of her outfit either. Most of them loved to show off their skin and wealth, but her outfit was a simple white button up shirt with black skinny jeans and flats. Her hair was pulled into a low bun and she seemed to be free of much if not all make-up. Natural and bright. Something he wasn't use to outside of his mother.

Ms. Mead nudged him forward, effectively putting him in the room with her. Clearing his throat, he gave a small whistle to call Cerberus away from the girl. Cerberus gave a small whine but conceded to his master, giving the girl a small lick before walking to lay down by Ms. Mead. Michael gave his dog a raised eye brow as he walked by but turned towards the girl when he heard a small "hello." She was smiling at him and it was like seeing for the first time. Everything was bright and beautiful. And when their eyes met, damn he was done for.

Emersyn looked at the stranger that called the dog away and forgot how to breathe. The most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life was standing in front of her. His outfit was fitted perfectly to his body; black shoes, pants and a long sleeve turtle neck. Wavy strawberry blonde hair framed his face, complimenting his golden skin and his eyes - oh those eyes. The brightest blue she'd ever seen; the sky and ocean didn't even compare to them.

Michael had never seen such green eyes. They were greener than any harvest field he'd ever seen during the spring tributes. They were calm and so easy to fall into, but there was something swirling behind them. Something he wanted a better look at. Taking a step forward to help his curiosity and to be a good host, he put his hand out introducing himself.

"Michael Langdon. Ms. Mead neglected to tell me your name, I'm afraid." He flashed a smile, sending calming energies into the room. She kept smiling, standing up and moving forward to reach his hand.

"That's alright. I'm Emersyn, or Emery, either is okay." She gave a silent thank you to the universe that her hand wasn't sweat as she reached him. Her hand slid into his and everything stopped. Nerves. Doubts. All the thoughts that had been plaguing her since she set out on this journey. It was just her, him, and a humming that started somewhere deep within her and spread into her very blood. The tingling sensation she had earlier came back but isolated just to her hand that was holding Michael's.

Michael was feeling something as well. His frustrations and uncertainties went away so fast, it was almost like he never had them. The most serene feeling he'd ever had washed over him, engulfing him like a warm hug. A calm set deep into his bones, then the slow simmer set in. It wasn't uncomfortable, more like pleasurable. Every part of his body and soul was calling out, craving, this girl. The good and the bad. His hand that still held hers tightened slightly as he took a half step closer. As he moved closer his curiosity became stronger. Her eyes were still that perfect green, but then a fire flashed across them. Strong, red, and bright. He'd never seen anything like it. A breathe later and they'd settled back to normal. He wondered if he'd imagined it.

They seemed to come to their senses at the same time as they dropped their hands and everything else came back into focus.

"Ms. Mead tells me you're here about taking over her position when she semi-retires in a few months." He said, trying to regain some control back from the situation.

Emersyn was going to say she didn't know anything about, but then remembered part of her Nana's letter; Go along with whatever Miriam says. She is there to help. So instead she said, "Yes. I know I'll have a lot to learn and big shoes to fill but I catch on fast. I can do it."

Michael smiled, "Ms. Mead is definitely a tough act to follow. I'd be totally lost without her." He glanced over at her, as she rolled her eyes but sent him a soft smile none the less. Emersyn could feel the true bond between them and it made her a little sad. She had that with her Nana, never having quite bonded properly with her own mother and when her Nana passed she was alone. Hopefully not anymore. Michael turned back to her, making her push those thoughts away.

"You have Ms. Mead's backing and apparently Cerberus would like you around as well," Michael nodded to the dog that had moved by her again wagging his tail and looking expectantly for attention. Emersyn gave a small laugh before he continued, "All I can say is welcome to the Langdon family. We take care of our own and by working for us, you are one of us. I'll let you and Ms. Mead go over the details and look forward to seeing you in action."

Emersyn gave him a 100 watt smile, he found he loved bringing out. "Thank you sir. I won't let you or your family down."

"Michael, please. And I believe you." He smiled back.

"Thank you, Michael." Her eyes held his and once again they flashed that fire. The craving came back full force in him, causing him to take a step back. If he stayed too close he was afraid he might actually act upon these feelings and scare the poor girl. With a parting nod he bid her and Ms. Mead good-bye, whistling for Cerberus to follow.

The dog gave Emersyn a look, begging for a final pet which she could not deny him. After she'd paid each head some attention, he gave her another lick on the hand and followed after his master. She looked at Ms. Mead wondering what the next step would be.

"Come along girl. Let's get you set up." Ms. Mead motioned for her to follow and started up the staircase. Emersyn followed behind, each step easier than the last. For the first time in her life she felt she was where she belonged.

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darkmystress00 · 6 years ago

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Babysitter’s Club - Ch 14

A/N: Happy Misha Saturday everyone! My week from hell is over. Hopefully next week goes better. I have been asked a couple times when the smut is coming. I swear it is coming (no pun intended) and it’s looking like it’ll be in chapter 16. This is/was a slow burn and I appreciate everyone sticking with it. I wanted this to feel natural and organic. Hope you enjoy!! (P.S. this is a LONG chapter. 4600 words long...so get comfy!)

Trigger warnings: none that I can think of...

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Catch up here!

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you carried groceries up to the apartment. It had been buzzing off the hook for most of the day. You shook your head and unlocked the door. Misha was inside entertaining the kids so you could run and do the grocery shopping without having to drag West and Maison along. He knew it would go a lot faster for you, and he wanted to spend some time with just him and the kiddos.

“Y/N!” West cried from the living room as he heard you enter, lugging the bags into the kitchen.

“Hi, West. Told you I wouldn’t be gone too long!” You said as he launched himself at you, wrapping himself around your leg. He let out a giggle. “You want to help me make dinner?” West scrunched up his face and looked worried for a moment.

“I do, but I’m playin’ Monopoly with Dad.” You ruffled his hair as he let go of your leg.

“That’s fine.” You pulled your phone out and placed it on the counter as you started unpacking the grocery bags. “I’ll make something quick and then I’ll come watch you beat him!” Your phone buzzed again.

“Not gonna happen!” You heard Misha call from the living room. You gave a snort.

“Just watch out, West.” You stage whispered. “He cheats.” West let out a laugh.

“Y/N, I am offended.” Misha grumbled as he walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. “I do not cheat.” You cast him a suspicious look before cocking your brow up in question. He let out a snort. “I don’t!” He affirmed. You let out a disbelieving snort before your phone buzzed again. You picked it up, checked your text messages and smiled, before setting it back down again on the counter. “Who was that?” He asked more out of habit than being nosy or needing to know.

“My boyfriend.” You teased. You missed the shocked and almost hurt expression that crossed Misha’s face while you pulled groceries from bags and set them on the counter.

“Oh really?” He tried to play it off, hoping you weren’t serious.

“Right, like I have time for a boyfriend?” You looked up at him with a smile. “That one was my mom.” You went back to work gathering what you’d need to make dinner.

Misha breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like you’d just lifted a huge weight from his shoulders. After the night out after his con a while back, he’d had a hard time keeping it strictly professional. He had a hard time forgetting what it felt like having you pressed up against him. He’d had a hard time forgetting what you looked like in that dress. He’d had a hard time forgetting just how hard it was not to kiss you all night. He’d had a hard time forgetting, because it was the same thoughts rolling through his head every time you walked into a room.

He heard your phone buzz again and noticed you pause but refuse to stop and pick it up. “I’ll have dinner done in about twenty minutes, so go ahead and play your game guys, then I’ll bring it out and we can eat together.” West let out a chirp and scampered back into the living room. Your eyes drifted up from the food you were preparing to land on Misha who was quietly staring at you.”What?” You asked. The soft look on his face made your insides all warm and fluttery. Since the con you’d been hard pressed not to dwell on the feeling of him holding you and being so comfortable and close with him. It hadn’t happened again (you wouldn’t let it) but your mind loved to slip that memory to the forefront and make you miss the sensations all the same.

“Nothing.” He cleared his throat and cast his eyes to look at all the food on the counter. “You need any help?”

“Nah, I got dinner. You go entertain the munchkins.” He gave a nod and then quickly turned and followed West out to the living room. You watched him leave and took a deep breath. This job was going to be the death of you. Not because the kids were a challenge, but because you were having a hard time remembering that there was a damn line you couldn’t cross. You couldn’t want Misha. You couldn’t want to kiss him, and hold him, and feel his hands all over you. You couldn’t, but you did, and it was getting harder and harder to stay professional. You couldn’t even pinpoint when you’d started having feelings for him, but you admitted to yourself that you did. You 100% did have feelings for Misha. You pushed out one more harsh breath before picking up the package of chicken to start dinner.

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You let out a cheer as West squealed in excitement. The board game everyone was playing had been changed to Candyland (Monopoly had gotten boring for poor little Maison who was stuck just watching) and West had just pulled a winning card. “Good job, Westy!” You said as you swept the boy into a hug and placed a kiss to his cheek. He let out a giggle and wrapped you in a quick hug. Suddenly, your phone buzzed again and your eyes darted down to look at it. You picked it up, expecting a text, and stared at the caller ID. “Sylvia is calling me.” You said quietly and looked to Misha. “One second…” you unlocked the phone and held it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hello, Y/N!” Sylvia chirped into your ear. “How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you?” You smiled, feeling more at ease knowing Sylvia wouldn’t be calling with bad news if she was this upbeat.

“I’m good. Me and the girls wanted to call and tell you something since you’re missing girls’ night…again.” She teased.

“Oh?” You smiled at the thought of all of your friends doing girls’ night. You made a mental note that you needed to see them all the next time you were home.

“Yeah, ready?” You heard her call to all the girls. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Y/N! Happy birthday to you!” You laughed at hearing them screech the song into the phone. You were so touched that your friends had remembered your birthday and decided to call you during their monthly girls’ night. God you loved your friends.

“Oh my God, girls. You are all too sweet.” There was raucous laughing on the other end. “Thank you for remembering. I promise when I get home we’ll all go out and celebrate properly.”

“Sounds great girl. Don’t work too hard, and we’ll talk when you get back state side.”

“Definitely, Sylv.” You said. You bid your friends goodbye and hung up the phone. Your eyes landed first on West, then Misha who were both sitting on the couch looking like you’d just told them there was no Christmas this year.

“Y/N, is it really your birthday today?” West asked. His voice sounded so small and upset.

“Yeah, buddy.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Misha asked, startling you.

“I don’t know. It’s just another day. I didn’t want to make it a big deal.” You floundered.

“Dad,” West called, “we should have done something special for Y/N.” Your eyes looked to West again.

“Oh, West, spending my birthday with you is something special. Promise.” He looked unconvinced, but hopped off the couch and hugged you.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” He said.

“Thank you, West.” You whispered into his hair. You felt inexplicably sad that you’d upset West. You didn’t understand, but you didn’t like it all the same. “How about we play one more game of Candyland, then I’ll tuck you in and read you and your sister a bedtime story?”

“Ok!” He called before climbing off your lap and moving all the pieces back to the start of the game for one more round.

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You quietly shut the bedroom door to West and Maison’s room and tiptoed back into the living room. You watched as Misha was putting the pieces of the board game back in the box to be put away. He was definitely looking at you with sad eyes. “What is going on?” You asked quickly, mindful of keeping your voice down so as not to wake the sleeping kids down the hall. “Why is everyone so upset all of the sudden?”

“West is a big birthday person.” Misha supplied. “We all are, kind of. But him the most.” You fidgeted, suddenly feeling bad.

“I wasn’t trying to keep it from him, or anything. I just didn’t want to make a big deal about it. I mean, I’m working for goodness sake.”

“But not to him, you’re not.” Misha supplied with a soft smile.

“I know, but…” you huffed. “Ok, thanks a lot. Now I feel bad...on my birthday.” You teased.

“You do realize he’s going to want to do something for your birthday, right?” You thought for a moment.

“I know he really liked the zoo. Maybe I can take him to that for my birthday. Think that would work?” Misha paused as he tucked the game up into the cabinet.

“Possibly.” He shrugged. “I think anything fun with you could potentially work.” You smiled at him. “Then I’ll try to do that on a day that you’re super busy shooting. We’ll have to be busy anyway, and we’ve been cooped up in the apartment a lot lately. Going out to the zoo will be a nice change.” Misha smiled.

“Sounds good. I’ll let you know about my schedule so you can pick a day.” You grinned at him.

“Sounds great.” You moved towards the kitchen. “I’m going to wash the dishes and then, if you’re cool, I’m gonna hide in my room and read for a little. That good?”

“I did the dishes while you were reading to the kids, so don’t worry about it.” He smiled. “Go ahead and enjoy your book. I’m just going to watch a little TV.” You smiled at him. “You know, you don’t have to hide in your room to read. You can read out here.” He offered. “I mean, unless you’d like some quiet time. I totally get that.”

“You know, if it wont bother you,” you felt your cheeks heat up in a blush, “I think I will read out here.” He smiled a wide, charming smile at you and you were hard pressed not to cover your face. You were sure anyone within a ten mile radius would be able to tell you were blushing. You ducked your head and scampered to your room to grab your book.

Misha flipped on the TV, surfed the channels until he found something that interested him, and then lounged on the couch comfortably. He forced his eyes to stay trained on the TV until you passed his line of sight to walk to the opposite side of the couch. He felt his mouth go dry at the realization that you were wearing those pajamas from when he’d barged his way into your room. The pajamas that he’d pictured rumpled in a pile on the floor of his own room. He was flooded by the same images, but this time the were accompanied by the feeling of you pressed against him, and he had to swallow to keep from groaning. His eyes followed you as you curled up against the arm of the couch, your book laid gently in your lap as your eyes floated over the pages. He studied you and marveled at how far the two of you had come since you’d been hired. He remembered a time when you would have died rather than be in the same room with him while in your pajamas. God, had it already been a year? He couldn’t remember. “Y/N?” he watched as your eyes drifted up to his from across the couch. “How long have you been taking care of West and Maison? I forget.”

You were trying desperately to get your heart to slow down. The idea to wear your pajamas into the living room was a last minute decision. A naughty idea you gave in to almost as soon as it formed in your mind. You wanted Misha to see you in your pajamas, not that they were risque per se, but the idea of him seeing you in something less than fully clothed sent a thrill through you. You sat on the couch and tried to focus on your book but the sound of Misha saying your name drew your attention up to him. “Uhm…” you paused to think. Had it really already been a year? More? Goodness. “I think it’s been a year? A little over maybe? Why?”

“Just couldn’t remember.” He supplied easily and watched as you nodded and went back to your book. He took another moment to watch you. You were so beautiful, and you had absolutely no idea what you did to him. He quickly turned his attention to the TV. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by staring, but lord knew he wanted to memorize the way you looked in all aspects of life. He needed to get his act together. He couldn’t put the moves on you regardless of the fact that you were the nanny. You were also his friend and he’d never do anything to make you uncomfortable.

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“You mean yesterday was her birthday...and you didn’t do anything or get anything for her?” Jensen asked, aghast. Misha grimaced.

“She never said anything.”

“But Misha, after a year...you should know that kind of information. She knows about everyone else’s birthdays...did you never think to ask, man?” Leave it to Jensen to rub it in and make him feel worse.

“I know. I messed up.” Misha groaned out. “How do I fix it?”

“You could give her a night off.” Jared offered.

“But she lives with me and the kids...what, do I pay for her to have a hotel room all to herself for a night?” Misha asked and Jared shrugged in understanding.

“Why don’t you do the nanny job for a night?” Jensen offered. Misha looked at him confused. “I mean, make her dinner, clean up after the kiddos for her, give her one day where she doesn’t have to do all the work she normally would. Hell, if you had a free day, pay for her to have a spa day or something, and you take the kids for her.”

“Yeah...but that isn’t gonna happen for a while. I want to do something like this weekend.” Jensen thought for a moment.

“You could surprise her with a nice dinner out, you the kids and her? That’s a common thing people do.” Misha laughed a little. He could do that. He wanted to do something special for you, but he had a feeling if he tried to take you out you’d get all flustered and not have a good time. “You’ll figure something out, man. We got faith in you.” Jensen teased. Misha wanted to smack him.

~~~

You opened the door to the apartment, West holding your hand and Maison perched on your hip. It was Friday, and you’d had a great time at the zoo with the kids. West seemed to be appeased over the birthday hiccup. He’d made you promise to tell him about your birthday next year and you’d laughingly agreed. The day had been good, but you knew you needed to get the kids home and fed before bed time. Misha was supposed to be working extra late tonight and wouldn’t be home until much later.

The second you walked into the apartment, you were hit in the face with the most amazing smell. Your stomach rumbled as you quietly made your way into the kitchen. There you found Misha grinning as he pulled plates out of the cupboard. “Perfect timing.” He said with a charming smile.

You stood there flabbergasted. “Surprise!” West and Maison cried.

“What?” You asked, completely and utterly confused.

“Dad wanted to do something nice for you, so he made your favorite food, and we all got you presents.” West cheered. “I even got to help make the cake.” You’d been in the fridge that morning. How had you missed a cake?

“Go have a seat at the table, and I’ll bring it out.” Misha said. You were quickly ushered to the dining room table by West and Maison.

“It’s ok, Y/N. Dad makes yummy food.” West offered, mistaking your stunned silence for upset. “And if you don’t like it, we have cake! I know the cake turned out yummy. I helped.” You smiled at him and stroked his cheek gently.

“You are all too sweet to me.”

“We would have done something a little more extravagant, but we didn’t think you’d like that as much. Maybe next year.” Misha offered, setting a plate down in front of you. You shook your head.

“This is perfect.” You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. West scrambled up on to the seat next to you, and you scooped Maison up, placing her in the chair across from you. Misha set down their plates before sitting down himself. “How did you know this was my favorite?” You almost whispered, trying to keep your emotions in check.

“Dani and Gen told me.” You smiled brightly.

“You’ve been plotting this for a little while huh?” He grinned at you and nodded. “Were you in on it, little man?” When West pinned you with a big smile you knew you’d been had. These two had plotted and schemed to give you a touching, home-cooked meal, that was special to you. That was more heartfelt than many other birthday celebrations you’d had in your lifetime. “Thank you.” You got choked up. Misha and West looked at you concerned. “This is just so sweet, and special. And it really, really means a lot.” You met eyes with Misha. “Really. A lot.”

“You are very welcome, Y/N. Next year we’ll make sure it’s actually on your birthday so it’s even more special.” You let out a quick laugh. “Now hurry and eat, I know West and Maison are anxious to give you your present.”

“You didn’t have to!” You protested.

“Y/N...we wanted to.” West said so matter-of-factly. You reached over and pulled him into a hug.

“You are all too sweet to me.” Dinner was delicious and you probably ate more than you should have, but you couldn’t make yourself stop. It had been a long time since you’d had your favorite meal, and you didn’t think you’d ever enjoyed it as much as you did tonight. West, Maison, and Misha were all laughs and jokes and stories long after dinner had finished. They’d sang you happy birthday and let you blow out your candles before all sharing some cake. When you’d moved to get the dishes, Misha had ushered you away, informing you that he was going to clean up dishes tonight. West pulled you into the living room and sat you on the couch before proudly announcing that you were not to move while he grabbed your presents. You giggled and watched as he ran off. Maison walked up and climbed up into your lap. Misha arrived in the living room just in time to see West carefully set down the little presents they’d picked up.

“Open this one first, Y/N.” West cried as he handed you a little round package. You giggled and started carefully opening the wrapping paper, ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘aww-ing’ as you revealed the little bottle of your favorite perfume. “I picked it out.”

“Oh my goodness, West. How did you know this is my favorite and I needed more?” You gushed, hugging West tightly.

“Mine next!” Maison exclaimed as she handed you a rectangular package. You repeated the same ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘aww-ing’ until you revealed a novel by one of your favorite authors you’d been wanting to purchase.

“Thank you, Maison!” You hugged the little girl, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Misha watched you open your presents, feeling his heart swell at seeing how attentive you were to making sure the kids knew how much you loved your gifts. You opened them so carefully, and gushed to each child about how special and thoughtful the gifts were. True they were simple presents, but you still made sure the kids felt special for picking out something you would utterly love. It was so amazing to watch, and he had a hard time not imagining this same scenario happening in the future, at Christmas, birthdays to come. He wanted this. He wanted this to be his little family. He wanted you to be a part of them forever, and watching you with the kids gave him so much hope that you wanted the same thing.

“Oh my goodness, you guys have spoiled me!” You exclaimed. “My favorite meal, cake, doing the dishes, my favorite perfume, and a new book! This is the best birthday ever.”

“We’ve got one more thing.” Misha said, standing to pull one more gift out of a cupboard. He sat down on the coffee table, handing the little gift to you. Your breath hitched when he sat down and his legs seemed to frame yours. You looked up into his eyes before looking down at the little flat box. You looked over to West and then to Maison. They both looked so excited. “This is from all of us.” Misha said, suddenly fighting off a storm of butterflies in his stomach.

Slowly you peeled the paper away from the little black box and opened it. Inside sat a little pendant necklace that made your breath catch in your throat. A round pendant sat against the little cushion inside, a crescent moon cut out of the metal with the words ‘to the moon and back’ etched into the shiny surface next to it. Your eyes flew up to Misha, your heart thundering in your chest. “This is so beautiful.” You breathed.

“West and Maison informed me that it was perfect.” Misha said. He was fibbing kind of. They had, of course, told him it was perfect, but he’d ordered it before even showing the kids. It just seemed to scream her name when he saw it and he bought it without a second though.

“Put it on Y/N.” West and Maison cried, clearly elated at how much you loved the necklace. You let out a laugh and removed the necklace from the box.

“Here,” Misha said gently before collecting the necklace from your fingers and delicately sliding it around your neck to clasp it. “Beautiful.” He breathed, and you had to wonder if you’d imagined it. There was no way Misha, your amazing friend, employer, and father of these amazing children, was saying you were beautiful. No, you’d imagined it. Wishful thinking, you reasoned. Your fingers gently touched the pendant you felt your words catch in your throat.

“Thank you. This is amazing.” You sniffed lightly. “I am so touched.” Maison reached up and hugged you, followed by West who crawled up on to his knees to hug both you and Maison. You hugged both kids to you, overflowing with love for them.

“Alright guys.” Misha called gently. “Time for bed. You’ve had a busy day.” Both West and Maison released you, running to the bathroom to brush their teeth and get ready for bed. You stood to go help but Misha stayed you with a gentle hand to your shoulder.

“You take it easy. I’ll send them out to say good night, but you relax.” You smiled at him but nodded. You picked up the novel from Maison and started reading the first chapter before you heard little voices calling out to you from their bedroom. You gently set the book and went to their room. They were both cuddled up in their beds staring at you expectantly. You sat down first on West’s bed, giving him a hug goodnight, before moving to Maison’s and doing the same. You followed Misha to the door before turning to the kids once more and smiling at them.

“To the moon and back guy. Always.” There was a chorus of ‘to the moon and back’ before both you and Misha made your way back out to the living room. You stooped to pick up all the wrapping paper you’d set on the coffee table.

“I told you I’d clean up.” Misha chimed from behind you and you whirled up to look at him. “I know it’s not a spa day, or a night off, but let me at least do this for you. You work so hard and you deserve a little rest and relax time.” You nodded dumbly, unable to say anything while you tried to navigate the emotions currently flooding you.

“Thank you.” You rushed out as he turned to leave. “For everything. I don’t remember the last time I’ve had a home-cooked meal that I didn’t have to make, or such a sweet and thoughtful gift.” You hand came up to touch the pendant. “It’s really so sweet and special, and I appreciate all of it.” Misha turned to look at you and smiled. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you walked up and hugged him, throwing your arms up around his shoulders. You felt his arms come around your waist to gently rest on your back. “Seriously, thank you, Misha. You didn’t have to do any of this. It was an amazing birthday.”

“You’re welcome Y/N.” He breathed near your ear. “You mean a lot to the kids, and to me, we wanted to do something special for you. To show you how special you are to us.” You felt him rest his head on your delicately. “Now, why don’t you relax while I clean up.” You laughed a little. “You want a glass of wine?” He asked and you paused. You didn’t drink when you were ‘on duty’ and any time you were in Vancouver meant you were ‘on duty.’ “It’s your birthday Y/N, you can relax and have a glass of wine. The kids are in bed so you don’t have to worry about being on the clock.” He supplied, guessing at the mental war you were having. You smiled and nodded. “Alright, one glass of wine. Have a seat and I’ll get it.”

Misha set two glasses of wine down on the coffee table, promising to be right back. You heard the water running in the kitchen before Misha came back and flipped on the TV. He sat down and looked at you pointedly. You snickered before taking a glass and sipping your wine. Chancing a daring move, you scooted a touch closer to him and got comfortable watching TV.

Misha loved the feeling of you sitting so close to him, when you scooted to fit better next to him and began watching TV, he slowly slid his arm from the back of the couch to rest gently on your shoulder. He was nervous, but so far you didn’t seem upset to have him touching you and it help bolster his confidence. He relaxed next to you and enjoyed the wine, TV, and the feeling of you with him.

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