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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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A Silent Night

Hufflepuff!Reader X Draco

Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong When she's just so nice to look at?

I'd never tell No, I'd never say a word And oh, it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Summary: Winter break promises soft moments in the snow and laughter... or does it? There’s a darkness looming ahead and it’s harder to escape now than ever before. It doesn’t help at all with how you two feel about another.

A/N: Alright! Y’all told me to follow my heart so here’s about 7k words of a winter holiday that has fluff and angst. Also She by Dodie was on repeat as I wrote this (the lyrics are above). If you’re like me and need music to read, give that song a shot. Also I 100% stan Narcissa in this chapter. There were a lot more cute moments I wanted to add, and rewrote a lot of this, so if you want a headcanon list of things that were going to happen let me know! (Welcome to Christmas in the middle of the summer)

Miss Y/n,

It delights me that you have invited us to your home for the holiday. Draco speaks adamantly about you whenever his father is not around. I must apologize for having him keep you from his father’s knowledge. I know it pains him to have to keep you hidden, but I fear at the moment it is for the best.

I must thank you for your understanding and kindness. The burden that he bears is steep and I wish nothing more to see him through it and to keep him safe. You have taken years off of his eyes and heart and now I can begin see my young son shining through.

Draco and I will accompany you for the holiday. Lucius will be away all of the winter holiday and I feel as if it would do Draco some good to see you as it aided him over the summer holiday. I have written a letter to your mother as well, so she is aware. Draco will arrive in the morning of the 24th and I shall join him later in the evening for dinner.

You are a bright and wonderful young wizard with a heart so pure to see what I see in my son. The same thing that keeps us both fighting for him. Thank you for everything you have given. I am in your debt for bringing back my son even for a little while.

Narcissa Malfoy

I read the letter again as I sat in bed late at night. Tomorrow would be the day that Draco came for Christmas and butterflies had a permanent residence in my chest. I put the energy to good use and spent the few days scrubbing the entire house top to bottom and decorating every square inch. Mother taught me a few new cleaning spells to use and I was getting pretty good at them.

The morning came and I was up before the sun making sure that everything was perfect for when Draco would get here. Not that I thought he would judge me for anything out of place, but I had a sinking feeling that he hadn’t had a proper Christmas in a while, and I wanted things to be almost perfect if not completely.

Keeping myself busy with peeling and cutting apples for a pie, I heard the doorbell ring and almost tripped on my way to opening it.

Draco was there, an amused smile on his face as his eyes darted over my form.

“Hi,” I breathed out, grinning.

“Hello,” His expression was amused and his voice quiet. “Nice apron,”

I flushed, remembering I donned my grandmothers cooking apron that had tiny little snitches buzzing about the fabric.

It wasn’t fair that he looked so angelic on my front porch, almost at home among the snow. He was a bit more formal than I was used to seeing him: a blazer and turtleneck all in dark colors. It only enhanced the contrast of his pale features and the snow. I led him inside, closing the door. Shedding his jacket and setting down his bag, he followed me to the kitchen where I continued to chop apples. He took one, unpeeled from my pile and took a bite.

“Those are mine,” I baited. “Now you have to help,” As if it were the only option.

“Oh, I do? Do I?” He smirked, taking another bite and grabbing a knife.

He watched me for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure what to do before he began to slice the apples the way I did, narrowly missing his fingers a few times. I tried hard not to laugh as I finished chopping up two to his half of one.

It earned me a small pout from him. Laughing this time, I pecked his cheek and took our harvest and a large bowl filled with the rest of the filling ingredients and tossed them in, mixing them with my hands until they were all incorporated evenly. Draco studied me all the while.

“Can you hand me a pie crust from the fridge?” I asked, rinsing my hands. Frowning at the refrigerator he opened it and scanned the shelves.

“Middle shelf, blue ceramic,” I hinted.

He pulled the right dish out and set it on the counter. I lifted the bowl of filling and started to pan it into the doughy crust.

“Here,” I nudged him and nodded to the precut strips of dough on the counter. “We weave them to make a lattice.”

I showed him how to do the first few then left him to it, watching his slender fingers with such care create the woven pattern. Taking a fork, I pressed down the sides of the dough, sealing them then placing the pie in the fridge to be baked later.

“I think that was the most muggle thing I’ve ever done,” he muttered softly, pulling me into his arms properly for the first time since he arrived.

“Not too bad I hope?”

“Nothing unbearable,” he teased.

“Oh, Draco,” my mother greeted making us jump apart. “I didn’t hear you come in darling,”

“Mrs. Y/l/n,” Draco greeted politely.

“It’s so nice of you to join us. Y/n has hardly been able to keep quiet about your arrival,”

I flushed red and rolled my eyes nonchalantly and Draco chuckled, offering his hand for my mother to shake.

“Thank you for the invitation,” I recognized the tone he use: the same one that was present at the Ball from the summer, the one he used when he had someone to impress.

“None of that, really,” My mother scoffed pulling him into a hug that made me laugh. “You’re family here,” She insisted the turned to me. “Well cookies still need to be made before tonight, Y/n you know what to do. I’ll be out for a bit,” my mother gave me a hug before hurrying out the door.

“Cookies?” Draco mused sounding unsure.

I grinned and took out the ingredients to make sugar cookies from scratch and taught Draco how to make them. He padded around my small kitchen in cashmere socks. It warmed my heart to see him so domestic.

Rolling out the dough, I started to press the cookie cutters into the thin confectionary and Draco crowded next to me, taking another cutter and stamping the dough. Preheating the oven, I left him to cut out the little shapes as I began to work on peeling potatoes and sweet potatoes.

“Don’t you have house elves?” He asked, leaning against the counter, finishing his apple, watching me.

“No,” I spoke softly. “Father never liked the notion, and I guess mother kept it that way...” I took a breath in. “And these skills aren’t the worst things to know,” I smiled. “Will you start dicing these?” I gestured to the peeled potatoes with my peeler.

“I suppose,” He mused, picking up the same knife we had used for apples and began to cut the potatoes into small cubes.

When the oven went off, I got up and slipped as many trays of cookies as I could into the oven and set the timer. Throwing the cubed potatoes into a pot, I filled it with water about half-way and set it on the stove to boil.

Draco followed me around the kitchen all morning, helping where he could, confused about some things I did, but there was an explanation for everything. Around lunchtime my mother returned, arms filled with parcels and packages. Last minute shopping I supposed. She shooed us out of the kitchen and outside after lunch.

After a short argument—I didn’t see a need for things like gloves, a scarf or a beanie, but Draco put his foot down and bundled me up—Draco and I were both clad in winter gear and walking outside along the few acres that my mother and I shared together. Our hands intertwined; we didn’t speak much, just enjoyed the quiet moment together. The butterflies in my chest fluttered happily.

“Want to let Pinnae fly?” He asked, thoughtful.

“Maybe later,” I leaned against him. “Don’t wanna fly when you’re still on the ground,”

I caught his eyeroll in the corner of my vision and the redness on his cheeks darken slightly.

“My mother is quiet taken with you; you know.” Draco gave off-hand.

I hummed in acknowledgement thinking of the letter sitting on my bedside table. We meandered around the grounds, heading back to the front porch and inside to warm up.

“Reading anything riveting?” Draco teased as we curled up in the den by the fire.

I laughed softly and stood, taking his hand. I ignored his questioning and led him to the room adjacent from mine: my studio. The entire back wall was covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves holding all of the books, both muggle and wizarding, I had collected over the years.

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Draco stared at the wall of books and trinkets. Some he recognized: old textbooks from prior years and items like a Sneakscope and Timeturner. Some things were clearly muggle: the pictures that didn’t move or the snow-globes that weren’t enchanted.

He had never seen so many muggle books resting so peacefully next to wizarding books. Some were new and the gold leaf still shined at him whereas others were dull and faded and he could barely make out the titles. Carefully he ran his fingers over the spine of the nearest book.

“Pride and Prejudice?” He muttered, frowning looking at the cluster of Jane Austen books.

“Sense and Sensibility is better,” You mumbled, and his eyes flickered to the well-worn book beside its sister. “And it’s too complicated for me to try and pay attention to right now. Get out of Jane Austen,” You advised, pulling him a bit further down.

“Of Mice and Men?” He mused, looking at the smaller book that was also well worn.

“Ugh,” You scoffed. “Awful ending.”

“Then why are you keeping it?” He gave you a pointed look.

“Not all books have happy endings, it would be stupid to only keep the ones that did,” You whispered softly.

His eyes followed the names of the books not being able to distinguish one from another— Animal Farm, The Princess Bride, Catcher in the Rye, Lord of the Flies, The Great Gatsby, The Scarlett Letter, The Crucible, The Phantom of the Opera, Fahrenheit 451. His eyes passed over your Chronicles of Narnia collection, one book missing—the one that he had.

“Romeo and Juliet?” His eyebrows furrowed.

The name was familiar to him for some reason. The book nested between Taming of the Shrew and Macbeth.

A laugh bubbled through your lips, a quiet amused sound.

“That’s worse than Pride and Prejudice,” You giggled. “Have you ever read Shakespeare?”

His eyes flashed to yours. You knew that answer. No, of course he hadn’t. Rolling your eyes, you took the book of the shelf and flipped to a random page of the wellworn book.

“Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,

Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

What's in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet;”

You looked at him and he blinked, his mind unravelling the words. It was almost worse than Divination books.

“They’re plays,” You explained. “Takes a lot of studying and there are versions that have a bit more updated English, but well,” You shrugged and slipped the book back into its place.

“Are they all like that?” He asked, looking at the row of Shakespeare books.

“Pretty much,” You sighed. “Here,” You reached across him and next to your Austen books, pulled out a book. “This should be a good book to read.”

“A Christmas Carol?” He read the title off the faded cover.

“It’s a classic,” You took his hand again and he let you lead him downstairs and back to the small sitting room with the lit fire and curled up on the couch under an afghan.

You began to read A Christmas Carol, and again he was lost in your words and expressions:

“Marely was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon ’Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.

Old Marley was as dead as a doornail.

Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a doornail”

Just as you began to read of the first ghost that came to Scrooge on Christmas Eve, your mother came into the small den.

“Y/n, Draco’s mother will be here within the hour, you need to get ready,” She eyed your casual attire of jeans and an oversized sweater.

You huffed and handed Draco the book, he kept the page and watched you head upstairs, sulking only slightly. It was such a you thing to do—complaining about being taken away from your book and forced to prepare to socialize.

Your mother hovered in the den and took a seat at the armchair adjacent to the sofa he resided on. He tensed, ready for backlash against the something he must have done wrong, but an amused smile reached your mother’s lips—one that he had seen on you more than a fair share of times. You didn’t look much like your mother, the only thing Draco found was that you two shared the same smile.

“I have to thank you Draco,” She spoke softly. “She is my entire world since her father passed, and I always feared that she would never let herself open up. You have done her a lot of good, and I know that her father would approve of you,” There was your smile on her lips again.

“I must thank you as well,” Draco spoke in the same soft manor. “For allowing her to be with me and for Pinnae. I know she probably would have found a way to do it anyway, but it means the world to her to have your support, as it does to me,” His eyes met the same shade as your eyes as he looked up—another similarity. “And I must apologize for the last month of summer. I thought I was keeping her safe by keeping her away,”

“All is forgiven, darling,” The pet name on your mother’s lips reminded him of his own mother’s habit. “Merlin knows I’ve tried to keep her from things to keep her safe... but she has a way of finding herself there anyway,”

“She is stubborn like that,” Draco mused, thinking of the first night that he knew of your Animagus.

“Yes, she is,” Your mother sighed.

“Is she staying healthy?” He asked. “I know she has a habit of not keeping warm,”

Your mother mulled over the question then spoke.

“The winter has been affecting her more than before, she’s up half the night and sleeps half the day.” There was a soft sigh in her voice as worry blossomed in Draco’s chest at the new information. “She’s getting enough sleep and enough to eat, but I do worry about her. Ever since the change, she’s a bit more spontaneous in her sleeping habits.” The latter information pacified some of his worry.

“It’ll probably take some time for her to figure out,” He said mostly for his benefit. “But she won’t be alone in doing so,” He vowed.

“I know,” Your mother rose, smiling at him once more. “She might not have many friends, but the ones she does have are the most loyal I’ve ever seen,”

He nodded, thinking of Abby and even Pansy.

There was a chime from in the house and your mother rose heading to the foyer. Draco knew that it would be his mother at the door and stood as well. Greetings were made and just as your mother was about to call up to you, you descended the stairs, in a deep green dress he had never seen before. The fabric hugged you to your waist where it then flowed loosely to you knees. The long sleeves and high collar gave him comfort that you would be warm. The sheer black stockings you had paired with the dress seconded that comfort.

Draco gaped at you, deciding that he loved you in green. The night of the summer ball flashed in his mind and the green dress you wore then. He knew that it was stupid to give into house colors with you but Merlin you looked great in Slytherin colors.

“Mrs. Malfoy,” You greeted with the same decorum as the Ball.

“Miss Y/n,” His mother smiled. “It has been too long my dear,”

You flushed and looked down, coming to stand beside him, your hand slipping into his as your mother led the lot of you all into the dining room. It was just as immaculately decorated as the rest of the house, though nothing was overdone or gaudy. It was simple, classy.

Your mother must have taken over cooking to allow you to spend the rest of the day with him, explaining the heavenly smells that emitted from the kitchen all day. There was something different about the food at your home. It was a bit messy and not all of the dishes matched and not everything was perfect, but Draco almost preferred it that way. He had spent too long in perfection; it was nice to have something new.

His mother spoke respectfully to you, asking you about your classes this year and how they had gone. A few times he had to nudge you before you slipped up about Pinnae accidently. Draco would never get over how much his mother absolutely adored you. You had stolen into her heart the same way you had his. If only you could do the same with his father.

As dinner ended, you rose to clear the table, and he joined you, having never done such a thing in his life. You set things carefully on the clean counters of the kitchen and it only took a few trips to rid the table of dinner and replace it with dessert.

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I kept my eye on Draco all throughout dinner, worried that something might go wrong. Narcissa proved to be no trouble and his father was never in the topic of discussion. I still knew that Draco missed his father the same way that I missed mine on the holidays.

“Well, I must thank you for your hospitality, but I’m afraid I must be off now,” Narcissa rose gracefully with a kind smile. “Draco, be home before too long yes?”

Draco gave a curt nod as my mother saw Narcissa to the door. Draco slumped beside me, both of our facades falling.

“Well, that could have been worse,” I mused.

He chuckled and rubbed his face. I could see the weariness in his features.

“Dray?” I asked softly.

“When did everything get so complicated?” He mumbled.

I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and wrapped an arm around me.

“At least there’s presents? And Christmas? And us?” I offered. He hummed in acknowledgment.

Now that it was the Christmas season, I could officially watch The Sound of Music—a Christmas classic at home.

Draco studied me as I set up the DVR and hit play, curling up beside him on the couch. Since it was winter, the sun had set some time ago, leaving us in a soft darkness. The credits began to roll, and I laid my head on Draco’s shoulder, curling under an afghan.

“This is ridiculous,” He muttered halfway through.

I shushed him. I felt him sigh as his arm draped around my shoulders.

“Are you two ready?” My mother asked, coming in with three mugs.

“Ready?” Draco murmured in my ear as I sat up.

“Presents?” I grinned. “We do them on Christmas Eve, it’s our tradition. Then we undecorate on Christmas Day.”

“What?”

“Her father always insisted that as soon as Christmas is over all the decorations should come down. So, we take them down tomorrow.” My mother explained, handing us both mugs.

With the parcels covered in shiny paper distributed, I watched Draco marvel at the number of gifts in his lap. I nudged his shoulder letting him know that it was alright to start.

I started with my mother’s present to me—a new cloak that was a silvery white, matching Pinnae’s feathers. I thanked her and undid the recognizable paper from Abby’s gift. It was a leather-bound photo album. Frowning, I opened the cover and saw Abby and I as little kids dressed up as princesses. I smiled at the photo and ran my hand over the giggling girls. I looked over to Draco, wanting to show him and I paused; he was lost deep in the delicate pages of my gift to him: the entire Narnia collection in one leather bound book.

“It’s charmed,” I explained softly. “If it’s not me or you to open the book it reverts to an old book of spells,”

“Really?” He sounded surprised, not looking up from the carpet pages of finely detailed artwork.

“Mom helped me with the magic,” I stole a glance her way and she was beaming at us.

She stood quietly and gave me a look, leaving us alone in the den to have a few last moments alone.

“You mean you didn’t read me the first book?” He muttered.

“Well, you walked in on me reading the second one,” I poked his side. “Here, this is from Abby,” I placed the photo album between us.

I opened the first page and he laughed at the picture of Abby and I. “You were such a dorky kid,” He chuckled.

“Yeah well,” I rolled my eyes.

The next page was our first day at Hogwarts, my hair was still impossibly long as Abby and I sat together on the Hogwarts Express. I laughed and pointed out Draco sulking in the background of the photo.

“Creep,” I teased.

The photos were a mix of muggle and magic, some moving, some static. Abby and I through the years: getting sorted into Hufflepuff, Christmases, summer vacations. Then there was a page that didn’t hold a photo, but a note:

From Ernie, Blaise, Hannah, Emme, Pansy and me~

The next page held a photo Draco and I at the third task, sitting in the stands. I felt secondhand awkwardness from the two of us in the photo. It was minutes before my entire world ended... or had just begun. The next photo was two of us in the hospital wing, fast asleep in each other’s arms. I ran my fingers over the photo.

Draco took the book from my hands and studied the photos, drawing the album closer to his face. I looked over his shoulder as he slowly flipped through the pages. Each of them was dated and titled:

Draco chasing off after Y/n, Yule Ball, June 21st

Draco and Y/n, Yule Ball, June 21st

Hogwarts Express, Draco and Y/n are prefects, Sept 1st

Draco staring at Y/n and smiling, Sept 13th

Draco and Y/n walking down the hall Sept 19th

Hogsmeade Trip, Oct 5th

Halloween, Hufflepuff Common Room, Oct 31st

Gryffindor v Slytherin Quidditch match, Nov 2nd

Draco fighting Harry, Nov 2nd

Y/n worrying over Draco after the fight, Nov 2nd

Draco and Y/n sleeping together again, Nov 3rd

Late night studying, Dec 12th

Draco and Pinnae, Dec 18th

There was another note at end along with the picture of the four of us the day Pansy found out about Pinnae in the snow:

Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Tears well in my eyes as I rested my chin on Draco’s shoulder. He flipped a few pages back and untucked the photo of us sleeping together in the hospital wing. His slender fingers brushed over it before slipping it into the middle of his new book.

“That’s mine,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck softly.

“Not anymore,” He smiled. “You have good friends,”

“We have good friends,” I corrected him softly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“We do,” He shifted, closing the book and setting it with his before reaching into his coat and pulling out a small satin box. “This is from me,”

I stared at the box and with a shaking hand I took it, thumbing it open. Inside was a small locket with a shifting roaring lion engraved onto the front of it and familiar words onto the back:

“He isn’t safe, but he is good,” was written in a delicate script.

“Draco, I can’t take this,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes at the emotions that rushed in my chest at the thought and love he put into the small gift.

“You can,” He pressed. “And will. Here,” He took it from my hands and released the locking mechanism.

A scene sprung to life before me, a halo of light. Balanced on top was a forest with dancing fawns and dwarves and centaurs around a bonfire. Lyre and flute music radiated from the scene. The sight shifted to a lion roaring atop a broken stone table. Then to a familiar ship on the high seas with a dragon circling it. A battle between a man and a snake in front of a silver chair. Then again, a lion, standing tall, proud.

��Draco,” I whimpered out, closing the locket and throwing my arms around his neck. “Thank you, thank you,” Tears fell down my cheeks as I buried my face in his shoulder.

His arms curled around me as he pulled me close.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, or what the future holds,” He murmured. “But don’t give up on me.”

“Never,” I vowed. “Course he’s not safe,” I pulled away, running a hand through his hair. “But he is good. He is king,” My fingers softly stroked his cheek.

With the locket hung around my heck, Draco and I curled up together, watching the end the Sound of Music. My fingers toyed with the locket, rubbing over it again and again, afraid that it might just disappear.

I had to bid him a good night as the hour got later and we were together on the front porch alone. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I reached up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He responded immediately and pulled me close deepening the kiss, his hot breath mixing with mine. He tasted like tea and apple pie, a sweet intoxicating flavor.

Draco’s hand slipped down to the small of my back, pressing me against the warmth of his body. My fingers tangled and tugged at his hair earning a low throaty sound to emit from his chest. I responded with a soft mewl.

He pulled away, his hot breaths panting across my face.

“Happy Christmas,” He breathed out.

“Mhmm,” I hummed out. “Christmas, yeah,”

He chuckled and pressed his lips back to mine fleetingly.

“Goodnight, Feathers,”

“Night, Dray,”

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Draco melted into his bed that night, watching the photo of you and him sleeping peacefully. There was an amity about the both of you, there was no worry or fear on his face and yours was smiling softly as you clung to him even in your sleep. It was almost as good as the book you had given to him.

Your mother’s present was lying beside him on the bed. He wasn’t supposed to show it to you, your mother had said: it was your father’s wand.

He sighed and looked at the note that came with it:

Draco,

This was her father’s wand. She doesn’t know that I still have it. And she doesn’t know that it belongs to you as soon as you turn sixteen.

Lucius Malfoy killed Walter Y/l/n.

Lucius forfeited the wand, but it will respond to you. It has been a burden to me all of these years but perhaps it can find some peace with you. This is a secret that I share with you. This wand is unique: it knows to protect her, and it is loyal to you.

Keep her safe, I pass her and this wand to you, one Slytherin to another. You will always have a home in among this family.

He sighed and laid back in bed, twirling the wand in his hands. It was similar to his own in length. Birch with a unicorn hair. He wanted to be bitter towards your mother for keeping this secret from you, but the words she said earlier stopped him:

“Merlin knows I’ve tried to keep her from things to keep her safe...”

Was this keeping you safe? This secret that he now held? He knew that if nothing else, it had kept you a pure heart. He couldn’t imagine you’d ever give him a chance if you knew what his father did. He wondered what would have changed...

The morning came along with the small Christmas that he and his mother shared together. It was a quiet affair. He had gotten her a new bottle of ink and a golden quill for her drawings.

“This is from your father,” Her tone held disdain as she handed him a small velvet box. “It belonged to his father and now he passes it to you.”

Nested inside was nothing like the gift he had spent months making for you. Instead it was a weighty silver ring with the Malfoy crest on it. Slipping it onto his finger, the enchantment took place and resized to fit him perfectly.

“Any word of when he will return?” Draco asked, somber.

“January 10th.” His mother sighed.

Draco nodded and drifted to the sitting room that held his piano and began to play familiar Christmas melodies before shifting into his mother’s favorites. She sat behind him on the sofa, working on her embroidery as he played. His melody shifted into something new. He frowned, knowing that it wasn’t anything that he had learned before.

“Composing?” His mother mused.

He didn’t comment. Instead he chased the melody that was fading from his mind, desperate to bring it back. Then he realized that his mind was chasing after you. You were his melody. With you at the forefront of his thoughts, he spent the next few days playing and writing the composition down. When he was certain that it was perfect and represented everything that you were to him, he smiled to himself.

Draco could still have you when his father was home. He would have no idea the melody was wrapped up in you.

“It’s beautiful,” His mother commended. “She’ll love it. You can play it for her tomorrow when she visits,”

And he did. With you sitting beside him on the piano bench, he played your song to you. You were absolutely mesmerized and asked him to play it again. Without knowing it, you had taken something else his father had forced him into and turned it into something beautiful.

Sitting in the rose garden as the stars came out, the year changed. A new beginning, and you were beside him. It was a muggle tradition, but he did kiss you when midnight came. Not that you’d complain.

When you pulled away from the gentle kiss, he about said something that he had forbidden himself from ever saying. No matter how sweet you were, how kind, how long you stayed, how loyal, no matter how much he cared for you, missed you when you were gone, and vowed to keep you safe, he couldn’t say what he wanted to.

He couldn’t tell you that he loved you.

He couldn’t trap you like that. He knew his future was dark and it loomed over him. He wasn’t going to tie you to him like that.

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I held my tongue, a thousand confessions waiting to be unfurled. But I would wait. I would wait until Draco was ready to hear them. I didn’t let myself think that a few months would change everything that had him tied down and scared. I wouldn’t coerce him into anything. I would give him time to figure out his emotions and I would wait for him to heal.

Because I loved him.

And I would love him while I waited. I would love him while he healed. I would love him as he went through darkness and despair. I would love him as years of neglect and abuse untied him. I would love him until he was ready to love me.

So, I didn’t say a word.

I spent the next week over at Draco’s, like I had in the summer, but this time, we were working on spells. Everything that I had learned from D.A. I taught to him. His mother suggested to invite Pansy and Abby over as well during the afternoons to join our efforts.

It was a lot easier to cast Disarming and Stunning spells on Pansy and Abby than it had been on Draco. Narcissa joined us one afternoon, watching us, guiding and aiding where we were failing. Draco was losing focus too easily, Pansy needed to work on her wand movements, Abby needed to pronunciate more and I needed to put my heart behind wanting to perform the spells.

“You’re thinking about them incorrectly.” Narcissa stood behind me. “Think not about the intention to attack what’s in front of you, but to protect what’s behind you. Draco, come,”

Narcissa and Draco switched places, he was standing behind me and she was before me, her wand out and raised. I took a deep breath in, understanding what she meant. I had no ill will against her, but I would protect Draco.

We bowed, entering a proper duel. She cast a hex and I blocked it easily, before rebounding it with my own jinx. She deflected it effortlessly and almost knocked me down with a Stunning spell.

“Mean it Y/n!” She coached. “You want to protect him!? You want to save him!?”

“Mother!” Draco argued.

“No,” I panted softly. “I can do this. She’s right,”

I blocked her jinx that in my deflection almost hit Draco, who dropped out of the way thankfully. Enraged I turned back to her.

“Impedimenta!” I shouted.

And it worked.

She was frozen in the snow.

“Expelliarmus!”

Her wand flew from her hand. Beaming, I undid the Impediment Hex and picked up her wand which had landed in the frost by my feet.

“Very well, my dear,” Narcissa glowed. “There is a fighter in you yet,”

Draco picked me up in a twirling hug and Pansy and Abby were all cheering. We went back to dueling, now it was more for fun than work. Narcissa watched us still, encouraging and teaching us. Until she tensed, the color draining from her face.

“Bellatrix,” She hissed, vanishing from the backyard.

Draco cursed and grabbed my hand, pulling me behind the nearest shrub. With the cloak that my mother had given to me for Christmas, I almost blended in with the snow. Pansy and Abby were crouched down with us.

“Y/n, you need to get out of here,” Draco’s eyes were fixed on the house. “Now.”

“But what about Abby?” I squeaked.

“She’ll be fine,” Pansy nodded to me. “Bella likes me, she’ll be safe with me,” I met Pansy’s stark green eyes and an agreement passed between us.

Nodding, I tried to keep my breathing under control.

“Pinnae!” Abby whispered at me as if it were obvious. “Get out of here Y/n!”

I looked at my friends and closed my eyes, morphing into Pinnae and taking perch deep within the shrub.

“Don’t go until we’ve cleared the house.” Draco ordered.

I chirped and watched them all head towards the house, disappearing inside. Then I took off into the sky.

_____________________________

“Draco, darling,” Bellatrix cooed wickedly. “You remind me so much of your father,”

“Aunt Bellatrix,” He greeted politely.

“Well, aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friends?” Her wild eyes flashed to Pansy and Abby.

“Bella,” His mother chided. “Draco was just seeing them off. And you know Parkinson. The other is a classmate.” Her voice left no room for more questions or argument.

His mother gave him a stern look and he quickly ushered Pansy and Abby through the front door. His eyes immediately scanned the skies for you. He thought he could make out your form perched on one of the barren trees, but he couldn’t be sure.

“Pansy,” He started.

“I’ve got it. Abby will talk to Pinnae. We’ll give word that she’s safe.”

Draco nodded and headed back inside, pacing the halls. He headed to his bedroom and slammed the door, casting a Silencing Charm on the room before letting out a roar of frustration. He didn’t know how much time passed as he paced the room but jumped when there was a chirp from his window.

He relaxed when he saw that the owl wasn’t you, but a screech owl, a letter tied to it’s ankle.

~ Malfoy,

Pinnae is home.

Parkinson

Draco sagged in relief and threw the letter into the fire lit in his hearth. Just once in his life he wanted a day where nothing would go wrong. He just wanted to be happy and safe with you. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently, it was for the last few days of the winter holiday.

Epilogue:

“The Dark Lord is adamant about his recruitment,” Bellatrix purred. “A fine young mind to mold into the ways of the Dark Lord.”

“He is my son, Bellatrix.” Narcissa snarled. “He is not of age until the summer. When that time comes the choice belongs to him and him alone. Until then, you have no business here,” A cold glare passed between them.

“Do I sense disloyalty?” Bellatrix tilted her head, mocking a pout. “The Dark Lord does not tolerate disloyalty, sister mine,”

“I do not belong to the Dark Lord, sister mine,” Narcissa gritted out. “Or have you forgotten?”

“No,” She scoffed. “A foolish mistake. Who else deserves loyalty but him?”

“My family,” Narcissa snapped. “And my son.”

“I am your family!” Bellatrix shouted. “Have you changed your mind about the war perhaps? Deciding to follow the footsteps of our dear sister? Or perhaps our outlawed cousin? You were admirable little sister, before you went off and married that foolish Malfoy.”

“I will not stand here and allow you to speak of my husband or my son in such a manner. You have no business here Bellatrix. Leave this place.” Narcissa’s tone was ice cold.

“His time will come Cissy, and he will belong to the Dark Lord,”

A loud crack and Narcissa was left alone in the cold house once more.

“I wouldn’t be so certain,” She whispered to the empty room.

Chapter 5

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dc41896 · 4 years

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Penny for Your Thoughts

So I saw an ask on my good sis @honeychicanawrites page (if y’all don’t follow her already please do because her writing is 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾❤️❤️ *chef’s kiss* AMAZING!!! She’s so wonderful and deserves all the love💕💕!!) from @damnitaa mentioning football player Chris with a buzzcut, and not only was I shook by this image (whew chile the flavorrr🥰!!!) but I soon got inspo for an imagine based off of it and I hope you guys like it☺️! I also had song inspo from “I Know You” by Craig David ft. Bastille and if you guys want to check it out I highly recommend it, it’s one of my faves!

Pairing: QB!Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: Mentions of cheating, drinking, same old fluff as usual💕

Swallowing the last of his third beer, he gently slides the glass bottle to the side raising his hand just enough to get the attention of the owner/cook so he could get him another one.

He could already hear his coach’s booming voice yelling “if you guys want to drink and party go ahead, but know you won’t win any championships!” from the sidelines during practice tomorrow. Was that gonna stop him from indulging in more of the bitter liquid though. No chance.

“Alright kid, I’m cutting you off after this one.”

“C’mon-,”

“Nope if I let you keep going you’re gonna drink out my whole supply,” Paulie chuckles, lightly smacking his shoulder before going back to ESPN behind the counter.

Hearing the ding of the bell from the front door, the click of heels and a soft voice divert Chris’ attention away from the latest headlines to the stranger sitting at the counter.

“There’s my girl! How you been? You haven’t come see me in a while, I was starting to take it personal.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with work and school. I promise to come see you more often,” you smile as he sets a plastic cup in front of you.

“Okay now, I’m holding you to that. I don’t want you coming in here when I’m 80 years old saying ‘long time no see’,” he replies making you giggle. “What can I get you sweetheart?”

“I’ll just have some fruit and a water.”

“Alright you got it,” he smiles before disappearing in the back.

He tried not to, but Chris couldn’t stop glancing in your direction. All he could really see was the back of your head and partially the side of your face, but you seemed familiar to him. And your voice only made that familiar feeling strengthen as he searched his brain for the answer.

Well the best he could feeling the buzz of the alcohol start to set in.

“Here you go, fruit but with no strawberries since you don’t trust them and your water.”

“Thank you Paulie!,” you smile immediately grabbing your fork to dig into the colorful contents. “So how are they treating you at that job on campus?”

“My coworkers are fine but some of the customers make you want to scream with their complicated orders-,”

“Starbucks girl!,” Chris shouts accidentally making you jump and Paulie look at him like he was crazy.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be loud, I was just trying to figure out where I knew you from and I just remembered,” he responds with a nervous smile.

“It’s okay. I’ve been there before, just maybe not as loud though,” you softly laugh going back to your fruit.

Motioning him to sit at the counter, Chris shakes his head no fearing he’ll embarrass himself more than he already has. Plus he didn’t want to intrude if you were trying to have a peaceful night to yourself.

“You’ll have to excuse Chris here. He’s been hit in the ole noggin more than enough times,” Paulie jokes making you giggle.

“I have not! Well okay I have, but that’s not why- you know what, let’s just start over,” he says waving his hands to stop everything. “Hey you look familiar, where do I know you from?”

“Well I go to school at Boston College, so you might’ve seen me around campus. Or you might’ve seen me at Starbucks since I work there.”

“That’s where I know you from! I go there all the time,” he smiles propping his head on his hand and making you laugh.

A comfortable silence falling over the both of you, Chris takes a drink of his last beer of the night watching the man on television talk about the upcoming NFL season as you retrieve a book from your bag.

Taking another glance at you, he notices the circular frames now on your face as you remove the plastic bookmark and eyes follow the words on the paper in front of you. Respectfully eyeing your outfit, his interest now peaks as he sets his beer down in front of him.

“Sorry if I sound intrusive, but I feel like you weren’t supposed to be here tonight.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“From your outfit and how that’s definitely not a first choice for someone who wants to come to a diner at 11pm on a Friday night just to read,” he smirks.

“Maybe I’m different then,” you reply matching his smirk and making him softly chuckle. “But you would be right. I was supposed to be meeting my friend at Scenic for drinks, but her boyfriend called last minute and I’m sure you can guess where that left me.”

“That sucks,” he answers taking another swig.

“Yea I’m a little mad, but also I know that’s her boyfriend and they want to spend time together so I feel like I just have to deal,” you shrug. “And if you don’t mind me asking what brings Make A Way Evans here on a Friday night by himself?”

“For the lovely company of my man Paulie of course,” he smiles raising his bottle to the middle aged man who gave him a tip of his hat in return as he leans against the counter.

“Oh of course, everyone knows Paulie’s the best,” you add with a giggle as he winks at you.

“But before I came here, I was planning on surprising my girlfriend with a present. Turns out we were both surprised from me finding her in bed with my best friend and teammate.”

Eyes now serious and painful as he looks down at the table, his fingers tap against the dark glass in his hands. You immediately wanted to hug him and tell him he would be okay although he might not feel it right now, but restrained yourself knowing it might be a bit weird.

“I’m so sorry that happened Chris.”

“It’s alright, I’ll get over it. Better yet, I’ll ‘make a way’,” he sarcastically smiles finishing his drink.

“Hey I know we don’t really know each other, and you’re probably not in the mood to talk, but if you are, I don’t mind.”

“Nah it’s ok, I don’t want to take away from your reading time.”

“I’ve actually read this book before so I’m not missing anything,” you smile tucking one of your long twists behind your ear. “Like I said though I completely understand if you don’t want a stranger knowing all your business.”

“Well I’ve pretty much already done that,” he chuckles standing to his feet and making his way to the barstool beside you. White sneakers squeaking against the floor, his dark grey long sleeve shirt clung onto his defined chest and arms as his jeans almost looked to be skinny ones from how they fit on his muscular legs. Necklace resting ever so perfectly around his neck, you knew the girlfriend must’ve been crazy to cheat on such a specimen.

“The only thing missing now though is your name.”

“Y/N,” you answer as he stuck out his hand which you joined with yours.

“There, now we’re not strangers anymore.”

For the next few hours you both talked about any and everything that came to mind from classes to sports to your favorite movies. Noticing your lack of a Boston accent, he asked where you were from, which then led to both of you talking about your childhoods. You guys could’ve stayed there talking forever, but Paulie had to close so he could get some rest before coming back for the lunch crowd.

Having walked to the diner since his apartment was only a couple of blocks away, he planned on doing the same to get back but you refused to let him from how late it was and offered to drive him home.

“I’ll be fine there’s no one out there.”

“That you know of,” you replied making him roll his eyes.

“Listen to her kid, she’s only trying to look out for you,” Paulie added as the three of you stood outside while he locked the door.

“Fine if you insist,” he jokingly groans following you to your car once you both told Paulie goodbye.

Within 15 minutes you were parked in front of his place standing on the passenger side to make sure he exited the car okay.

“I promise I’m not that drunk, I can walk perfectly fine,” he chuckles closing the door and meeting you at the front of your car.

“Hey I’m just being a responsible chauffeur and making sure you enter your place in one piece sir.”

“Well thank you I appreciate it,” he smiles walking close beside you.

“Oh watch your-,” you began trying to warn about the upcoming step only to be brought to the ground with Chris landing with an “oof” on top of him.

“Sure you’re not that drunk?,” you ask with a smirk.

“Yes I just accidentally tripped I promise,” he laughs.

“Yea I’m not sure how much I can trust your promises now.” Covering his mouth, he tries to avoid waking any of his neighbors with his boisterous laugh, but it still somehow echoed as it carried down the street.

Of course your laugh mixed in with his probably didn’t help diminish the noise.

“Ugh you kids don’t care where you do it now huh?,” an elderly woman in a pink, fluffy robe with curlers in her white hair calls from her window.

“No Ms. Waters it’s not what it looks like, we just-,”

“I don’t want to know what you were just doing. Don’t do it out in the open next time.” Forcefully shutting her window, you and Chris only laugh more at your current situation.

“You know, you’re the first person besides my family to laugh at me falling.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It would’ve been nicer to ask if you were okay first.”

“No don’t apologize, I meant it in a good way! The slightest trip or bump people are always asking if I’m hurt and worrying about me being able to play. It’s weird, but it’s nice being laughed at.”

“I guess you’re welcome then..?”

Chuckling at your confusion, the streetlight burning above making the side of your face and eyes glow momentarily causes him to lose his breath from the trance the sight had him under. It made your face look so soft and delicate like a painting hung in a museum.

Realizing how he had been holding you there for quite some time, he clears his throat as he begins to sit up.

“I guess we should get off the grass huh?,” he chuckles standing up with you still being held close to his side. “You okay?”

“Yea, my pride’s a little bruised that’s all,” you answer checking for any grass on your clothes. Following him upstairs, he opens the white door to be met with barks and nails hurriedly tapping against the floor as they come closer to the both of you.

“Hey booboo! Did you miss me?,” Chris smiles as he locks the door. “You don’t have a problem with dogs do you? Like are you allergic or anything?”

“No no I’m fine,” you giggle as the excited dog circles around your legs looking up at you asking for scratches. “What’s his name?”

“Dodger.”

“Hi Dodger, you’re such a pretty boy!,” you smile scratching behind his ears making his tail swing back and forth while he lies his head in your lap.

“He just met you and he’s already in love with you.”

“That’s probably because I’m doing what he wants.”

“Possibly, but he never lied down like that on Kelly or gave her much attention really,” he admits sitting beside you and patting Dodger’s back. “Maybe if I listened to you bud I wouldn’t be in this situation now. They do say dogs have an excellent sense of character.”

Looking over at Chris, you see his head tilted back and eyes closed causing you to mentally awe at how peaceful he looked. Having the day he had plus a game coming up soon you were sure he had a lot on his mind and just wanted to rest.

“Hey I’m gonna head home ok? You go to bed and get some rest. I’m sure you have practice tomorrow.”

“So soon? The night’s still young,” he yawns lifting his arms over his head.

“The night might be, but your battery isn’t,” you giggle standing up to head towards the door.

“Alright you have a point.” Following behind to see you out, Dodger softly whimpers beside him poking your leg with his nose looking up at you with soft big brown eyes.

“Dodge come on bud she has to go home. Also I feel some type of way since you haven’t done that whenever I leave in a long time.”

“I’m sorry I can’t stay longer Dodger, but take care of your dad ok? Make sure he actually goes to bed and doesn’t trip anymore,” you giggle bending down and giving him a final scratch as he licks your hand.

“Thanks for the ride Y/N and everything else tonight, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, you don’t need to thank me. And everything’s gonna be okay. She was crazy to cheat on an amazing guy like you and I know you’ll find a girl who’s ten times better and loves you unconditionally.” Giving him a small wave, he watches you walk down the hall and the staircase before closing his door with a small smile on his face.

Feeling something tap against his leg, he looks down at Dodger walking back and forth by the door as if anxiously waiting for someone to return.

“You literally just met her and you like her that much?,” he chuckles beginning to cut off the lights and leading him to the bedroom as part of their nightly routine. “Can’t blame you too much on that though, I like her too.”

———

Entering the back for your shift, a sigh leaves your lips already hearing someone complain about their drink clearly not having extra soy in it since it didn’t taste right. Tying your apron around your hips, you see a note with your name on it in the spot you usually store your belongings slightly confusing you.

“What’s this?,” you thought unfolding the notebook paper as you leaned against the metal table nearest to you.

“Hey thanks again for last night and keeping me company. Maybe we could do it again sometime? Without the falling on the grass and being judged by my neighbor of course lol. -Chris”

Smiling to yourself, you immediately pull out your phone adding the number he left to your contacts before sending him your reply.

Y/N: Hey it’s Y/N aka Starbucks girl lol. So I just got this mysterious note at work...know anything about it?

You didn’t expect an answer right away thinking he was still in practice, but was pleasantly surprised to feel your phone vibrate and see his name light up your screen.

Chris: Lol hey! And that depends, what’s your answer?

Y/N: I’d love to

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okayoonoh · 4 years

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TAEYONG’S FAMILY

a/n: here is the third part!

i just sorted everything and there is a lot for me to do, but I’M DETERMINED!!!

anyway, i hope you guys like this! taeyong’s kids are pretty iconic imo :)

here’s the masterlist for all things nct dad related!

LEE TAEYONG:

has two kids, 1 boy and 1 girl. lee youngchul is 8 years older than his little sister, lee youngmi.

LEE YOUNGCHUL: >> as a baby <<

you know how taeyong has big doe eyes?

yeah, that’s your son

he was even considerate to his parents

you and taeyong were very very stressed when you were raising youngchul

you and taeyong just had so much love for the little baby but like you were nervous bc he was your first baby

like most days, you guys were just fine

but on somedays, you and taeyong were just so stressed

because you guys weren’t used to the balance yet

the balance of baby, work, and celebrity life lol

but like on those days, youngchul would hold in his tears

you and taeyong didn’t notice it at this time

but when you had youngmi and everything was a little more chill

you realized that youngchul almost knew to take it easy on you two

his eyes are just so mesmerizing

like everyone in the group are entranced by his eyes

youngchul didn’t smile too often

but when he did, oh was it a treat

he was more on the shy and quiet side as a baby

he wasn’t super social, but he did like being around all of his uncles

he was really bad with strangers tho

like when all of the members met him, they went in cycles and youngchul was just not vibing with any of them

youngchul eventually warmed up to them tho!

he’s really generous and considerate with everything

like if he was playing with another baby (this is even before he could formulate words)

and someone would hand him a toy

youngchul will look at it for like a couple seconds

and then he’d give it right to his friend

just a really nice and considerate boy who kept it easy on you and taeyong’s beginner selves!

>> as a child <<

take all of the uwu’s that you and taeyong have combined and bam

you have youngchul

he is just the sweetest little thing in the whole universe

he’s so considerate of everyone and everything

he is a little shy, but when he’s around his family and friends, he’s just having fun

he’s a lot of fun to have around

he’s best friends with doyoung’s oldest son, kim minyoung (they’re born the same year)

they have the same dynamic as doyoung and taeyong tho

like they play fight, but they’re like brothers

youngchul is still the most considerate little bean tho

minyoung knows that youngchul doesn’t like strangers

so minyoung always makes sure that youngchul isn’t along when running errands, or just going outside

they’re like always hanging out together

they practically live at each others houses

like it got to the point where minyoung would sleepover at your and taeyong’s house, you guys got another bed

doyoung got another bed for youngchul too

they’re honestly just brothers at this point lol

anyway

around this age, youngchul started to learn that he loves to dance

youngchul has a hard time expressing a lot of his emotions

bc honestly, he’s full with so much anxiety

but he always saw his dad dancing growing up

and he learned quickly that he loved dancing too

he learned the dances to all of taeyong’s songs

taeyong is so proud of him

like taeyong LOVES to teach youngchul all of the dances too

youngchul’s favorite thing to do at this age is go to dance practices with his dad

and whenever there’s a break, youngchul is in the studio and he’s dancing

he’s honestly just a mini taeyong

you’re always so happy to see him dance with his dad

bc you can tell that youngchul is at his happiest when he dances

a lot of people want to be his friend

he’s shy, but he still knows how to greet and talk to people

if you’re lucky and you become his friend?

oh man, you’re set for life

he loves and he loves hard

if someone plays him?

ooh boy

you’re going to have to answer to all of his family

(oh yeah, i’m talking about all of nct and their kids)

he’s not super sure with what path he wants to go down

like if he just wants to be a dancer

or if he wants to go into a group

taeyong does his best to show him all of the options

he just makes you proud every single day

he’s the type of kid to give you the biggest hug everyday he comes home from school

when he learned that he was going to be an older brother?

he was so happy

he was so excited to be an older brother

(youngchul and noah seo, johnny’s oldest son, are born the same year)

he’s watched noah take care of his younger siblings and he honestly wanted that?

like he’s so close to minyoung, but he wants a sibling that he can see everyday

he’s such a good older brother too

he’s just such a good kid :,)

>> as a teen/adult <<

ooh boy

he’s still really kind and considerate

he’s speaks in tiny like jungwoo

like even his whole aesthetic is just soft

he decided to become a choreographer

and like ooh boy

when he dances

it’s like taeyong’s nonexistent 3rd child

like his aesthetic is so soft

but then you get him in the studio or on stage?

it’s like

he’s a completely different person

like his duality is just????

he decided he didn’t want to join a group so he became a choreographer

and he’s just living his best life

okay

so like his exterior and aesthetic is all soft, right?

then one day, he kinda realized that he’s really skinny

now there’s nothing wrong with that

but he wants to do some stunts and stuff like that

but he’s having a hard time bc he’s so skinny

so, to solve this, he starts working out with noah

(this is when he’s like 16-17)

he told you and taeyong that he started going to the gym with noah

and y’all trusted him, especially if he was going with noah

so when he’d leave you guys were just like “okay, don’t hurt yourself.”

a couple months pass and it’s summertime

the families decide to take a trip to the beach or the waterpark or something

and like everyone remembers youngchul as just a skinny kid

but when he took off his shirt

everyone was shook

like he wore oversized clothing a lot, so everyone thought he was still skinny

oh, how wrong you were

dancing + noah’s gym = greek god

and, lo’ and behold, your son, lee youngchul

he shocked everyone so well

even taeil’s oldest daughter, moon yoojin, blushed

anD NOTHING EVER PHASES HER

noah felt a little betrayed

but like

youngchul doesn’t quite understand

he starts getting shy again but minyoung is hyping him up

anyway, everyone had a fun time regardless

he’s really good with kids

his goal is to open his own dance studio

he opens his own dance studio with ten’s oldest, kaleb

he works at dance studio as a choreographer

usually for the rookies and the newbies and the youngins

he’s the good cop

kaleb is the scary and bad cop

but in the end, their both sweethearts tbh

and he’s living his best life there

girls asks him out all of the time and he just gets so shy whenever they do

honestly and truly, if anyone wants a chance to be with him, you have to be his friend first

like if you just ask him out the second you meet him, he’ll say no

just because you’ll make him so shy he doesn’t know how to answer lol

he’s apart of the 1st gen of kids, so he’s also like an older brother to everyone

people don’t usually come to him for advice, but they’ll go to him if they want to rant

he’s really good at listening and providing adequate input

he’s pretty reliable too

oh, he’s really protective of the younger ones too

like he doesn’t like when he has to be intimidating

but he will if anyone hurts the younger ones

or his younger sister

he’s just a quiet but sincere boy who cares a great deal about his friends and family

LEE YOUNGMI >> as a baby <<

she was very active

like crawling everywhere

she started showing signs of loving music/dancing at this age

she was dancing before she could even sit up on her own lol

as a baby, she had big eyes like her brother did

she smiled more than youngchul did

but she did cry more than youngchul did

youngchul took care of her a lot at this age

he wanted to, dw

youngchul was just so happy to be an older brother

he had a hard time understanding that she could not understand him at al lol

anyway

one of the easiest ways to calm youngmi down when she was crying was to put on some music

she occupies herself by dancing when you add music into the mix

she loved strangers

she was a lot more social than youngchul was

she was pretty talkative too

the second she could formulate a sentence, she did

whenever taeyong was on tour and she missed him

all you would do was put a dance practice or interview or something

on the tv and she would eat it up

as a baby, she could watch him for hours

her first word was “appa”

she’s such a daddy’s girl

taeyong has so much love for his daughter too

youngmi hated to be separated from taeyong tho

it got to the point to where taeyong started bringing her to work

the members didn’t mind in the slightest

like when youngchul was at school, youngmi would be at work with taeyong while you were at work as well

while taeyong was practicing with his group, the members from the other groups would take turns watching her

she was pretty chill tho

she wouldn’t cause too much trouble

she’ll just wait patiently for her dad to be done

she loves you too tho, don’t get me wrong

like if your at home cooking food for her, she’s so intrigued

you’ll sit her on the counter and she’ll just enjoy watching you

she loves to give eskimo kisses

(that’s when you rub your nose against someone else’s)

she’s honestly just a sweetheart <3

>> as a child <<

just like her older brother

she started dancing at this age

except, she also started getting interested in rapping at this age

she thinks female rappers are super cool

she’s also a daddy’s girl

like taeyong loves his kids equally

but youngmi is really clingy with him lol

like youngchul, she wants to hangout with her dad as much as possible

in school, a lot of guys have crushes on her

she couldn’t care less lol

she’s best friends with johnny’s youngest daughter, luna seo, and ten’s youngest daughter, amarin leechaipornkul (aria)

they’re like the powerpuff girls

youngmi is buttercup

she’s kinda tough

she’s more like buttercup because she’s really active

she’s pretty good at sports and stuff

in the group, she’s the fun one

like she’s down to do anything and everything

she’s an adrenaline junkie

she’s just down to do whatever, whenever

but she’s more into dancing

like everyday

she learns from her brother

like she learns how to do a lot of hip hop and like strong moves from youngchul

so she breaks the stigma for girls doing just feminine moves

she’s really good at dancing too

like at a young age, she was already freestyling

she learns dances really easily too

like youngchul will explain things with counts like once or twice

and she’s already got it

she started learning how to write lyrics at this stage too

she knows that she wants to do something with music

but she wasn’t sure at this stage

she knows that she wants to have fun wherever she goes

she’s honestly just a fun individual

she’s adores everyone in her family

she thinks you’re amazing with everything you do

she thinks her brother is so cool and that he can do anything

and she thinks taeyong is simply the best dancer/rapper in the world

>> as a teen/adult <<

SHES SO PRETTY

she has a mix of yours and taeyong’s eyes

like she has your eye shape but has the sparkle that taeyong has

anyway

she becomes the main rapper and dancer for a girl group

she’s having a grand old time doing it all tho

she writes all of her own raps

she still asks taeyong for advice with certain things

but she’s pretty independent with a lot of her stuff

anyway

she has taeyong’s laugh

like how his laugh isn’t on the exhale, it’s on the inhale

she’s apart of the same group that luna seo is in (plot twist, aria is in this group too)

not only is she an amazing rapper, she has a really sweet singing voice too

she prefers rapping tho

her vibe isn’t soft/shy all the time

it’s like her stage presence

like she just gives off this energy that’s purely her

she’s one of the most real idols out there lol

she still looks up to her brother even tho she’s more well known then he is, technically

she’ll go and ask him for advice as to how to do this dance and stuff

she tries to set him up with other idols lol but he gets flustered every time

she’s pretty sassy tbh

like she comes up with a lot of comebacks really easily

she’s really funny too

her favorite types of jokes are dad jokes tho :/

she’s the leader of the group

she’s really good at speaking

she’s a really good leader like her dad

she doesn’t have a hard time in front of a camera at all

youngmi becomes famous because she’s really good at tracking the cameras

she doesn’t let her status get to her tho

she’s apart of one of the younger generations tho, so she’s not the big sister type

she is happy being the youngest in her family tho

youngmi has to deal with aria already lol

honestly, youngmi just makes all of you so proud

like she can spit bars

and she still comes home as often as she can

she’s a machine tho

she doesn’t stop working

when she does stop, she just sleeps

she firmly believes that sleep is for the weak tho

she can eat her entire body weight, easily

she eats a lot

bc she burns so many calories dancing

but still

she can shock the world with how much she can eat

she’s a little awkward with little kids

she’s really good with people who are older than her

but like little ones?

she doesn’t know how to act around them lol

all in all, youngmi is an amazingly talented woman who makes you, taeyong, youngchul, and just the whole world, really proud

---

the power that youngchul and youngmi hold? crazy.

anyway, i hope you guys liked it!! yuta’s family is up next!!!

- amy <3

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A Tale of Two Soldiers- Part 2

Title: A Tale of Two Soldiers- Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader, Erik x black!reader

Summary: Erik attends the readers birthday party.

Word Count: 5150

Warnings: SMUT (18+), cussing, Erik being Erik

Read Part 1 here.

A/N: This is my first MCU fic and Erik fic. Please don’t hate me if its trash lol! There will definitely be multiple parts. This is set after Black Panther but before Infinity War. Please reblog if you really like it!

A/N: Sorry this is so long, but I had so many ideas for this part and I didn’t want to break it up in mini-parts.

Your birthday party was in full swing. The dj was playing a mix of 80s to current music, the food smelled delicious, and you were surrounded by family and friends. The only thing that was missing were your friends on the run: Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky.

Your outfit was a simple, black maxi dress with black wedges, and a gold hoop earrings, which unfortunately matched Erik’s which was, a black t-shirt with black adidas joggers and his gold canine grill, which caused your family to believe you were a couple as soon as you stepped out.

“Girl, you sure he ain’t your man,” your oldest sister, Jemilah wondered as she pointed her cup to Erik while he was talking to your brothers and brothers-in-laws.

“Yes heifer! I’m sure that he’s not my man. Why you asking that stupid ass question?”

Casey, the second youngest interjected, “Because he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since the party started.”

“Well, you need to tell him that, because the way he looking at you telling me he in love and he gon be breaking your back tonight,” Jemilah claimed.

You just told your sisters that Erik was just watching out for you, because he knew you could get a little buck wild when you drank and he didn’t want you to act a fool in front of your family. Soon, they dropped the topic to start gossiping about some of the party goers and you were thankful the attention was off of you for a while. However, your respite was short live, because your mom was strutting towards you with a man who gave you Morris Chestnut vibes with his physique and beautiful skin.

“Y/N, dear, this is Malcom. Malcom, this is my daughter, Y/N, the birthday girl.”

You shook Malcom’s hand, which was smooth unlike Erik’s or Bucky’s. While you two exchanged pleasantries, your mom listed off Malcom’s credentials like she was reading his resume. You tuned her out while seeking a way out at her blatant attempt of matchmaking, when you suddenly felt a familiar warmth behind.

“Hey princess, one of your sisters said they needed your help with something.”

You gave Erik a silent thank you and told your mom and Malcom you catch them later. Somehow your mother caught you taking a break from everyone in the kitchen. “You know, you didn’t have to have your little friend help you escape. I’m just trying to help.”

Exasperated with the same conversation with your mother you sighed, “Help with what mama? I’m not ready to settle down, especially not with some lame lawyer.”

Your mother walked up to you and grabbed your arms, “Baby, Malcom is not lame. He’s a Morehouse man, does plenty of community service for kids of color, and he worked for Obama. The Barack Obama,” she stressed. “And you ain’t getting any younger.” Of course, your mama would be the only one to consider 26 old. “I don’t understand you, Y/N. Why you must be the only one out of 6 kids to rebel against everything. You chose to go to Howard instead of Spelman like your sisters did and if you were a boy you wouldn’t go to Morehouse like your brothers, then you had the nerve to join the Marines, and when you got discharged you did something even crazier, you let my crazy ass brother and his ridiculous friend Tony Stark talk you into joining the Avengers.”

Pulling away from her, you begged your mom, “Can we not argue about this today? I just want to enjoy my friends and family and celebrate my birthday. Is that too much to ask for?”

“Is it too much for me to ask for you to be happy and safe,” your mom threw right back. After a moment of silence, surprisingly, your mom agreed to drop it but promise you two would talk more about it tomorrow.

As you made your way back outside, you joined your siblings on the dance floor and began doing the bunny hop with them. Once that ended, the dj began playing Get It Ready by DJ Jubliee and you knew you were about the cut the fuck up. You felt Erik’s familiar presence behind you and once you heard ‘walk it like a dog’ you were grinding all up Erik like y’all weren’t at a family function. When the song was over you heard your dad clear his throat to break the lust filled gazes you and Erik were giving each other.

“Sorry, daddy,” you mumbled to your dad and ran off to join your sisters and Nakia, Okyoe, and Shuri at the tables. When you joined them, you heard Jemilah mutter to the others, “Mmmhmm, ain’t my man my ass.”

“Oh, he’s not. Y/N has another suitor back home,” Shuri happily confessed.

“Traitor,” you whispered in the princess’s ear.

Casey started whipping her head around as she was in search for someone, “Why he ain’t here then?”

“James does not feel well,” Okyoe admitted while she gave you a secret wink. Thank God, she lied for you, because even though you’ve done undercover ops for some unknown reason you can’t lie to your sisters that well.

“Describe him,” Jemilah ordered.

Thinking of Bucky automatically had you in a dream-like state, “Tall. Broad shoulders. Body of a Greek God. Oh, and his eyes. They’re this deep blue—”

“BLUE?” your sisters shouted.

“You really trying to give mama a heart attack. This man white?” Casey chuckled and you shook your head yes. You knew their outburst came from the fact that your mama had this goal of all her children have a black love relationship like her and your father. It wasn’t bad that she promoted black love, you really appreciated it, but she was harsh on y’all if you tried dating someone outside your race, she and Erik had that in common. You remembered when Casey brought back her white boyfriend during Christmas break one year and your mama was so hard on the poor boy, he didn’t make it to Christmas Eve dinner.

“He is. And I obviously don’t care what she thinks, so lets drop it ok,” you demanded and thankfully the women obliged.

You and the other women discussed the Wakanda Outreach program, when Casey swore, “Aww fuck! Here comes ‘Cousin Faith’.” Now you really didn’t have a Cousin Faith, her real name was Stephanie, but you and your sisters called her Cousin Faith because she was always trying to steal one of y’alls man, even after your sisters got married.

“Y/N, how the fuck you bag a prince,” Stephanie whined.

Clearly confused you looked at her crazy, “Girl, what are you talking about? I’m not dating any prince.”

“Not yet anyway. That dread-headed nigga, Erik. He was talking to your mama and daddy about how he sees a future with you, and said his last name is ummmmm… shit….it’s something foreign.”

“Udaku,” Shuri interjected.

“Yes that’s it,” Stephanie exclaimed. “And your mama walking around saying you marrying a prince and you’re gonna be princess of a country of black people. Girl she even kicked that lame nigga, Malcom out the party. Talking about she don’t want him to mess up your chances with Erik.”

Your sisters just stared at you with slacked jaws and wide eyes at this revelation. You only told them that Erik was an American close with the Wakandan royalty and worked for the Wakanda Outreach Program out in Oakland. Jemilah was the first to say something, “Whew chile. You better get ready for that wedding, because you know mama ain’t gon let up now she knows he’s a prince.” You just rolled your eyes at her and went in search for the soon to be dead prince of Wakanda.

Erik must have known you were looking for him, because when you put your sight on him he ran the opposite direction and went inside the house. The nigga was fast because he was nowhere to be found.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. where is Mr. Stevens,” you called out to the AI.

“In the downstairs bathroom by the kitchen. I have unlocked the door for you.”

You shouted out a thanks to the AI and proceeded to find Erik rolling a blunt in the bathroom. Wasting no time, you decked that nigga in his pitbull ass face. “Oh shit, princess! That hurt. What the fuck is your problem?”

Pointing a finger at the handsome but infuriating man, you responded, “What’s my problem? My problem is you telling my mama that you a whole damn prince!”

Erik rubbed his chin and smirked at you, “So what you’re saying is, you’re mad at me for telling the truth about being a prince, but you ain’t mad that I told your parents I have plans for making you my wife.”

Oh shit, you forgot about the part. Damn, now this nigga really thought he had a chance, but somewhere inside of you knew that the prospect of being Erik’s wife sounded ideal, but you couldn’t let him know. “That’s beside the point Erik. You knew my mama thinks of herself as a so-called matchmaker and you just add fuel to her fire. She’s not gonna stop until I become Mrs. Y/N Udaku.”

Erik couldn’t stop cheesing when he heard your name in front of last name, it gave him a sense of pride that he hope would become true someday. “Baby girl, I’m sorry,” He lifted your chin so you could make eye contact with him, “But after you were throwing that ass, your parents pulled me aside and started asking a bunch of questions about you and I.” At this moment in time Erik looked nervous and unsure of himself when he rubbed the back of his neck. “And, shit princess, I couldn’t lie to them. I wanted my intentions to be clear to them and I threw in my last name so your mama could stop pushing that wack ass Morris Chestnut wannabe up on you.”

With Erik’s declaration out in the open you couldn’t really be mad at him anymore. Rubbing at your temples, you said “I guess I understand. But you don’t understand that my mama is about to work my nerves even more this weekend.”

Erik got that devilish glint in his eye when he was up to no good and presented you with the blunt. You were automatically shaking your head no, because you didn’t smoke, and Erik knew that. “Erik, I can’t smoke that. I never smoke it right and I’ll be wasting the blunt.”

“Nah, its your birthday and I caused you some trouble at your party, so imma get you high,” Erik was practically pushing the blunt in your face. You jumped on the sink counter and took the blunt to your mouth so Erik could light it up. Your first couple of inhales had you coughing, but you finally got the hang of it and it was becoming smooth.

Sensing that you were comfortable with smoking, Erik was pushing the hem of your dress up and kneeling on the ground. “Boy what are you doing,” you questioned him with half hooded eyes.

Again Erik had that damn devilish glint, “Imma help you relax even further baby, so you won’t even be aggravated by your mama.” You just let out a sigh of content and was about to hit the blunt, when you felt Erik’s tongue on your pussy. First, he was making small, slow licks and began to pick up the pace until you felt an orgasm overcome you. “Please…please,” you begged.

“Please, what,” Erik mumbled.

“Please don’t stop,” you slurred out.

And when you didn’t think it was possible began flicking your clit even faster and inserted two curled fingers inside of you. It didn’t take long for you to gush all over Erik’s mouth and fingers. You were in a world of euphoria thanks to the blunt and Erik, that you ordered Erik, “Take your dick out.”

It took him a little while for the words to register in his brain, but once they did he was pulling down his pants and boxer briefs, “Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Erik grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his hard length. Once, he was sheathed, you grabbed Erik by his dick and guided him inside of you. When he was completely inside, you both let out a sight of content, and then he began thrusting into with wild abandonment. You both knew this little fuck session couldn’t last long, because people at the party would notice you two were missing, so Erik made quick work and had you both cumming within two minutes.

After being thoroughly fucked by Erik, you two return to the party, him to the tables and you to the food to make y’all some plates. You just sat in Erik’s lap when you put his plate in front him when your eldest brother, Thomas, interrupted y’all from eating, “Damn, nigga! What the hell you do to my baby sister?”

Both you and Erik looked at each other confused. “What do you mean by that,” Erik questioned.

“Little miss thing over here,” Thomas said while pointing at you, “has said she will never make a man’s plate, because his arms and legs works just as well as hers and she be too damn hungry to make two plates.”

Erik looked at you adoringly while you just wanted to go under a rock and die. Thankfully, Casey slapped Thomas in the back his head, stating he needed to keep his damn mouth closed. Erik just gave you a small kiss on the cheek and a quiet thank you, and then y’all resumed eating without any more embarrassing moments for you.

It was about half hour later and it was time for you to open your presents. T’Challa, Shuri, Nakia, and Okoye designed your gift. T’Challa presented you with a long skinny box that was wrapped in onyx wrapping paper. You made quick work of the wrapping paper and opened the box, which revealed a sword, your preferred weapon.

“Its completely made of vibranium. I used training footage of your fighting technique and designed the sword to compliment you. Even if someone else got ahold of it, it wouldn’t be as deadly as it is with you. Its almost like Thor’s hammer,” Shuri explained.

“Whoa, that’s badass,” your twin nephews exclaimed in unison.

“Watch y’all mouths,” your mom reprimanded the boys while you gave a thanks to Shuri, Nakia, T’Challa, and Okyoe.

“Its our turn now,” Tony announced while he Pepper approach you. You watched your mom roll her eyes as Tony presented you with a manila envelope, not even trying to hold his disdain for him.

“Before you open that, I just want to tell you something Rhodey Jr.,” Tony held up his hands and stopped you from opening your gift. “I’m proud to say its been a pleasure from watching you grow up from that annoying little brat that Rhodey would bring here during the summers to a badass, intelligent young woman. And Pepper and I want to thank you for helping with everything, so you deserve this brat.”

You were on the verge of tears, but you knew Tony didn’t do crying so you just hugged him instead. “Whoa kid, you haven’t even open it yet,” Tony exclaimed as he patted you on your back. At that you went back to the envelope to discover a document. For a while you just sat there in silence as you read over the document a couple of times just to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

Getting tired of your silence, your Uncle Ray demanded, “Girl tell us what it says!”

Breaking out of your trance, you mumbled, “They gave me a 20% share of Stark Industries.” Instantly you went up to Tony and Pepper and pleaded with them to take it back, even with it just being 20% they just made you a billionaire. “Guys you can’t give this to me. This is too much. What about your future kids? They deserve this more than me. You gotta take it back,” you ranted.

“Y/N, no one deserves this more than you do. You work about as much as Tony and me on Stark Industries business, so 20% is nothing,” Pepper explained to you.

You knew that you wouldn’t win the argument, so you gave the couple another thank you and sat down for your final gift. Erik approached you and set down a gift bag in front of your face. “Happy birthday, princess.”

When you reached into the bag you pulled out three tickets, three Beyoncé concert tickets to be exact.

“Beyoncé?!?!?!?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah umm, I got ‘em for you and your sisters,” Erik responded shyly. “They’re meet and greets also. But I got the whole day plan for y’all: massages, mani and pedis, hair appointments, and a shopping spree.” Your jaw dropped more when Erik listed what he had planned for us that day. You couldn’t understand how someone so aggravating, annoying, and selfish could be so thoughtful and selfless at the same time.

“Do you need a wife, girlfriend, side ho, concubine or something? Because damn nigga, that’s one hell of a birthday present,” Casey blurted out, causing her husband to tell her to shut up and sit her ass down, and Jemilah to punch her in her shoulder.

Erik chuckled and waved his hand, “Na ma, I’m good. Besides I only got eyes for one Y/L/N,” Erik stated while looking you dead in the eyes. All the women at the table practically sighed in amazement at Erik’s confession. Pointing at the gift bag, Erik mentioned there was another present in the bag. This time you brought out a small velvet box and fear overcame you. You heard your mom whisper to your dad hoping it was a ring and you were hoping for the complete opposite. Noticing the apprehension on your face, Erik calmed you down, “Chill out, its not a ring. I’m not proposing yet.”

Your mama nudged your dad in his ribs, “You hear that Charles? He’s not proposing yet.” And your dad just responded with a grunt, still not giving his full approval yet. “I like you more and more with each passing moment young man,” your mom called out to Erik.

Relief overcame you and that’s when you opened the box, revealing a necklace with a black and gold jaguar pendant inscribed with a Wakandan text.

“Warrior princess,” Erik said pulling you out of your trance.

“Huh?”

“It says warrior princess. You can kick anybody’s ass, so you’re a warrior, and you’re my princess, so you’re a warrior princess,” Erik explained.

“Girl, if you don’t marry him, imma beat your ass personally and then take him for myself,” your Aunt Charlene blurted out.

You couldn’t help but laugh at your outspoken aunt’s words, but you also knew she would keep her promise, which made you briefly think of a future with Erik. Not wanting to dwell on those thoughts too long, you gave him a kiss, thank him for your gifts, and whispered in his ear that you would properly thank him in the bedroom later on that night, which resulted in him growling in your ear and rubbing on your ass in front of your whole family.

After you finished receiving the rest of your gifts, your Uncle James pulled you to the side. “Here, this came a couple of days ago and I didn’t want you to open in front of everyone,” James declared as he handed you a package.

You knew it couldn’t be a gift from your uncle, because he already gave you his earlier. Inside of the package was a sketchbook, which confused you because you couldn’t draw for shit, but once you open it you knew exactly who sent the book. It was from Steve. He sent you a book full of drawings of you with him, Sam, Nat, or Wanda. There was a picture of you struggling doing your hair during wash day and Sam just laughing at you, another one of you and Nat flat on your asses because y’all managed to take each other down at the same time, one of you having a heart attack while Wanda lifted you in the sky with her powers, and one of you and Steve watching tv during one of your many movie nights. As you made your way through the drawings, a note fell out:

Sorry kid, we couldn’t make your birthday. Sam’s a little sad that we can’t go to the strip club, that you made me promise I would go to on your birthday. However, I’m thankful. I still don’t think I’m quite ready for that. It sucks that we’re not there but trust me we’re doing fine, which brings me to my point. Although, its very much appreciated STOP SENDING MONEY. I don’t want you to get caught, that’s the whole reason we kept you out of the fight in the first place. Don’t worry we’ll see each other soon. Happy birthday, Y/N! Love, S.R.

P.S.- Sam speaking here, I’m not little mad, I’m BIG mad that we’re not at the strip club! Don’t listen to the big guy, keep sending that money. Do you know what type of motels we’ve been staying in? Its not good for my delicate skin. Just kidding, I guess, stay safe kid and happy birthday!

Before you knew it, tears were falling onto the note. “Thanks for giving this to me Uncle James,” you mumbled in between sniffles.

Pulling you into a hug, your Uncle responded, “No problem.” You were making your way out his embrace when he pulled you back, “One more thing. Be careful with that Killmonger.”

You were about to ask your uncle how did he know about Erik’s military codename, but you remembered that he was a colonel and had access to the most sensitive information. Hugging him tighter you told Uncle James, “I will.”

You went up to your room to put away your gifts and clean your face when you got a notification from your kimoyo beads. Suddenly, Bucky’s face appeared before and he immediately took in your red and puffy eyes, “What’s wrong, doll?”

You waved him off, “Nothing. Steve sent me a birthday present, so the waterworks came.”

“That punk. I’ll make sure to beat him up the next time I see him. How’s the party?”

“Its great! Tony and Pepper gave me a 20% share of the company, Shuri—” you absentmindedly went out your room, not thinking about anyone seeing you talking to Bucky, then BOOM, you ran into your sisters in the hallway.

“Bitch, is that the Winter Soldier!?!?” Casey all but screeched. You immediately pulled them inside your room, so no one could see or hear them. “Y/N he’s fine! So, this was the James you were talking about. What kind of conditioner he use, because his hair is on point,” Casey rambled.

“I gotta handle this Buck. Talk to you later?”

Bucky saw your problem and quickly reassured you, “Yeah no problem, doll. Happy birthday and talk to you later.”

“Doll???” Both of your sisters questioned playfully.

Frustrated that they caught you talking to an international fugitive, you asked your sisters, “What the hell y’all doing up here?”

“We were coming up to say goodbye to our baby sister. What the hell you doing talking to an international fugitive,” Jemilah threw right back.

It was Casey turned to speak, “Didn’t he kidnap your ass once and kill T’Challa’s daddy?”

“Yes, to the first question, but he was brainwashed and no to the second, someone used his face as a mask and framed him,” you informed your sisters. Giving them both your puppy dog eyes, you pleaded to them, “Promise y’all won’t say anything. Even to your husbands.”

Jemilah and Casey came and sat on the bed with you and each grabbed one of your hands. “Y/N you know we won’t. If you say he didn’t do those things, then he didn’t do it. We trust you. Now you better hope mama don’t find out he’s the reason you’re not with Erik, because she would flip her shit,” Casey confided in you. Thankful for your sisters you hugged them and returned downstairs to say goodbye to the rest of the guests.

When you returned back to your room, you found Erik without his shirt laying on the bed and scrolling through his phone. Deciding to skip a shower for now you got out of your outfit, just leaving you with your bra and panties on and joined Erik on the bed. “You know, you didn’t have to give me all those presents for my birthday. I would’ve been fine with one or the other,” you whispered to Erik.

“No, baby girl. You deserve that and so much more. I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you.”

“Honestly E, I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” you said as you traced his scars.

“Are you for real,” Erik asked incredulously as he rolled your body underneath him. “Princess, you saved my life up on that mountain. I owe you my life.”

The battle was getting tiring and you didn’t know if it would ever end, even with the help of the Jabri tribe. One second, you’re knocking out one member of the Border tribe, and then the next you see all of the Border tribe on their knees surrendering to the Dora. And what a sight to see, all of those men kneeling before women. However, you didn’t get to enjoy it for too long, as T’Challa called you over the comms. “Y/N, I need you to meet me on the mountain. Erik’s hurt.”

Dropping everything you had and running towards the mountain, you replied, “I’m on my way.” On your way towards the cousins you thought about how your stay in Wakanda wasn’t suppose to be about fighting a war against your ex-fling. When you came here it was for keeping an eye out onBucky and not wanting to return to America after the way Tony and Steve fell out because of the Accords, but here you are running towards a man, who you had a brief fling but intense connection with, who was also dead set on killing his cousin, because of the sins of his father.

“Bury me in the ocean, with my ancestors that jumped from the ships, because they knew death was better than bondage,” you heard Erik declare. You made it up to the panther mountain just in the nick of time, because Erik was pulling out the spear, but thankfully you stop him. “What the hell are you doing, Y/N,” Erik grunted.

“Saving your dumbass. What do you think?”

Erik chuckled and even near death’s door he was beautiful, “I see you still got jokes. I hope you know I ain’t getting lock’d up, so let go princess.”

“No.”

“No?” Erik echoed.

“Did I stutter nigga? No.”

T’Challa interrupted yours and Erik’s banter, “Y/N, I said help him, not antagonize him.”

Turning towards the rightful king, “Chill, I got this,” you assured him. Turning your attention to the would-be usurper, you instructed Erik, “You’re not dying today, I won’t let you.” “All the shit you’ve done was payback for you and your dad, right,” you questioned.

At that Erik just shook his head, so you continued on. “But didn’t he just want you to come to Wakanda and experience its wonders?” Again there was another head nod from Erik. “So, why would you want to die? Yeah, you might have to spend a little bit of time locked up, but it won’t be forever. Your cousin understands your pain. You were abandoned as a child with no one in your corner, let T be in your corner now. Let Shuri be in your corner, let Queen Ramonda be in your corner, let me be in your corner!”

By now, both you and Erik had tears falling down. It was a rare moment where both of you were vulnerable and both of you were crying for the boy in Oakland who lost his innocence. You were confident enough that Erik wouldn’t remove the spear, so you let it go and cupped his face instead. “What King T’Chaka did to your father was wrong, but T’Challa is not his father, just like you’re not N’Jobu. He’s T’Challa and you’re N’Jadka, y’all can be better than your fathers ever were.”

“Ok, princess, you got me. Besides I still need to take your country bumpkin ass to Oakland,” Erik joked with you.

“Thank Bas,” T’Challa murmured off to the side.

“Nigga, how many times I gotta tell you I’m from Houston and that’s a major city, not some podunk ass town. Anyways you can’t convince me Cali is better than Texas. Y’all may have Tupac but we got Beyonce and Whataburger is better than In-n-Out,” you argued back with Erik, grateful that he decided to live.

“Whatever, I’ll prove you wrong. But are either one of you niggas gon help me or y’all just gon talk me to death,” Erik questioned. Both you and T’Challa shared a look before y’all rolled your eyes at Erik’s antics and helped him up. You both knew keeping Erik alive was the right thing to do, but you also knew he would sometimes make you regret the decision.

“E, babe, I just talked to you, you responded back as you absentmindedly traced his scars.

“Well, that talk convinced me to live. Now thanks to you, I have a family, I have a home, I have a noble purpose, I get to watch those Wakandan sunsets my dad always talked about. Baby girl, I owe you everything. I’ll be with you always, even if you decide to get with tin man, even though it would be a mistake, because I’m the better choice.” You playfully slapped Erik across his chest, which he thought was an invitation for play fighting.

A couple of minutes later, you ended up on your back again, and one of Erik’s legs in between yours. He cupped your chin, “I’m serious princess. I’ll never stop being thankful,” Erik confessed. For a while the pair of you stared in each other’s eyes until you reached up to kiss him. Then, Erik made quick work of getting rid of his and yours remaining clothes. Once you were both naked, he entered inside of you and for the first time ever, you and Erik made love and not fuck. While he was giving you slow deep strokes, and whispering sweet nothings and praising you in your ear, you fully admitted to yourself that you were falling in love with Erik and being Y/N Udaku-Stevens wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

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strawberriestyles · 5 years

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Chapter 1: First Impressions

(Banner made by the savior herself @tiostyles)

Harry X OFC (AU)

In which Blue, a perpetual wanderer, finds herself drawn to the mystery of Wolver Valley, and to a certain motorcycle-riding mechanic named Harry.

Read previous part here.

Author’s note: WELCOME TO WOLVER VALLEY. I hope y’all get the same vibe as I do from this place and these characters. Please like, reblog, and LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. Enjoy. Xx

Thank you to my lovely betas: @biteharrysthigh // @lilacobscure // @metinthehallway // @belle-ofthe-sea // @nofoookingway // @lyllibug // @justsaying20

Blue traveled back into town, balancing on the edge of the curb all the way. She hadn’t been in Wolver Valley for more than an hour before she’d seen everything Main Street had to offer: an old-school movie theater, some little boutiques, a diner, a florist, a bookstore, a record shop, a tattoo parlor, and something that looked suspiciously like a strip joint. Not even a cafe.

Deciding that she’d lugged her bag around for long enough, and finding that her strawberries were diminishing at an alarming rate, she made her way to the next block, where she’d caught sight of the Red Roof sign. She checked herself into a room, threw her duffel on the double bed, and stuck the rest of her fruit in the mini fridge. She left before she’d even noticed the pattern on the wallpaper.

As Harry said, The Five and Jive really was just around the corner. A little brick structure with a pot-holed parking lot and dying neon signs lighting up the front windows. Even at six in the evening, it was loud. Music and shouting filtered out through a wood-framed screen door.

Blue pushed her way inside and glanced around. A couple of pool tables, both of which were crowded around. Scratched up booths and a rather empty bar top. Blue swung herself up onto a stool and checked her pockets for cash.

“Oh, new face,” said a woman who appeared on the opposite side of the counter, bronze skin and full lips and cheerful dark eyes. “How exciting."

“Are you Leya?”

The woman looked taken aback. She raised an eyebrow as she leaned backward, toward the lines of bottles arranged on the glowing shelves behind her. “Who’s been talking about me?”

“Harry says hi.”

A wide, white smile spread over Leya’s face. “Well, in that case, first drink’s on the house. What’ll you have?”

“Vodka tonic,” Blue ordered. “You serve fries?”

“Wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” said a man, passing behind Leya and laying a hand on her hip as he worked his way to the end of the bar. “Jack likes to add so much salt, you’ll dry your tongue right out.”

“Actually, he’s right,” said Leya. “Onion rings are probably a better option, if you like those.”

Blue sighed. “I guess I’ll take an order, then.”

“Zayn?” Leya cued.

Zayn sipped a glass of water that he’d pulled out from beneath the bar and rolled his eyes before making his way back around her and into the kitchen. Leya returned her attention to Blue and began mixing up her drink.

“So, what’s your name? Where are you from?”

“Blue. And I’m not really from anywhere.”

“Blue. Like the color?”

She nodded shortly. If she was going to have to keep introducing herself to these strangers, she might just stay in her motel room for the rest of her time here. She’d only done it twice so far and she was already finding it tiresome.

“Not from anywhere?” Leya reached beneath the bar and stuck a lime wedge on the rim of Blue’s glass, pushing it across the counter toward her. “You’ve gotta be from somewhere. You didn’t just appear.”

“I was born in California.”

“Oh. Cali girl, huh?”

“Not really,” Blue deadpanned, sipping from the little yellow straw that Leya had stuck in her glass.

“Mysterious, then.”

“You’re not from around here either,” Blue commented, noticing the way that Leya framed her syllables.

“No,” Leya agreed with a short nod. “Jamaica."

Blue glanced around the bar, at the older men tucked away in a corner, dressed all in black and brown leather. There were a few kids who certainly weren’t of drinking age practicing shots at the pool table closest to her, and another of their friends messing with the old jukebox against the far wall. The girl stepped back to the pool table when she’d made a decision and the twang of a country blues song sounded through the room.

“So,” Blue began, spinning back around on her stool, "who would I have to talk to about getting a job here? Just for about a week or so.”

“You have experience bartending?” Leya asked, just as Zayn returned with a basket full of greasy onion rings. He set them down in front of Blue and looked between her and Leya.

“You’re hiring her?” he asked. “Some stranger? What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Her name is Blue,” Leya told him with an irritated look. “And I will hire whoever I’d like.”

Zayn scoffed. “It took me two weeks to convince you to hire me, and we’ve known each other since second grade.”

“Because we’ve known each other since second grade, Zayn. And you’ve been a pain in my ass ever since.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zayn muttered. He leaned in and pressed a rough kiss to her cheek and then flitted off down the bar to serve another customer.

Blue watched him leave and then raised a brow at Leya. “I should be talking to you, then? Do I have to sleep with you to get a job, too?”

Leya let out a chiming laugh. “Wouldn’t hurt,” she said. “This is my uncle's place. You never answered my question. Do you have experience?”

“I have experience drinking,” Blue offered, sipping at her vodka tonic again. “But I’m a quick learner.”

Leya took a deep breath, leaning back and crossing her arms. “Could be interesting. Where are you staying? Red Roof?”

Blue nodded.

“I’m guessing you don’t have a resume or something for me, huh?”

“No, ma’am.”

A large group of men burst through the screen door. Middle-aged, dads probably, wearing cut-off t-shirts with numbers on the back. Leya tipped her head to them. “All right. I’ve gotta get back to work, Blue. How about you come back tomorrow evening. It’s pretty slow on Sundays. We’ll get you a little training.”

“Sounds like a plan, boss,” Blue responded.

***

The strip-joint-looking place really was a strip joint. Blue knew when she walked past it for a second time, when the blazing sun was beginning to fall at the end of the valley, and a wide-set bouncer newly positioned at the entrance hit her with “You looking for a job, honey?”

“If only you’d asked me a few hours ago,” Blue responded, stuffing her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and continuing on down the street.

She poked her head into a couple of boutiques. In one she bought herself a new pair of sunglasses, just before the store was about to close, to replace the ones whose frames she’d bent just a few days ago. She slid them into her hair on the top of her head as she stepped back out onto the sidewalk. The sun still wasn’t down, but it was falling, and somehow she was already growing hungry again. Probably because she never finished her onion rings.

Blue trailed up the strip to the neon-lit diner that read “Shelly’s.” She stepped through the door to find it filled with teenagers. Some on dates, some groups crowded into booths too small for the lot of them. There were only two tables left. Blue picked the one closest and threw herself down into the chair facing the windows. She drew out the notebook and pen that were tucked inside her leather jacket—all of which she’d collected from her motel room after she left The Five and Jive.

“What can I get you?”

Blue glanced up to find a waitress standing over her. She had big eyes framed by dark glasses, black, sharp bangs, and bright red lips that she licked at when she had Blue’s attention.

“Do you guys happen to have blueberry pie?”

The waitress—Ava, her name tag read—glanced toward the counter across the room and squinted her eyes. “I think we might just have one slice left. À la mode?”

“No, just the pie, please. Oh, and a black coffee.”

“Sure thing."

Blue opened up the faux leather cover of her notebook as she was left alone again and began to flip through the used pages until she found a blank one. Then she removed the cap of her pen with her teeth and scribbled, in fluid black ink, the date at the top left of the paper: Saturday, July 27, 2019.

She’d only jotted a few words down before Ava returned with a plate of warmed pie. The waitress set a mug on the table, beside the plate, and filled it from a pot of what Blue hoped was fresh coffee.

“Enjoy,” Ava said, withdrawing to fill more emptying mugs at the other tables.

Blue forked a bite of pie into her mouth and studied the diner’s floor as she chewed. The tiles were all different colors, arranged in patterns at some points and completely randomized at others, probably replaced and patched in countless times since this place opened. The pie was mediocre, just like The Five and Jive’s onion rings.

She blew over the lip of her mug, hoping to cool her steaming coffee just enough to take a short sip. The liquid still scalded the tip of her tongue. She teethed the spot, already growing sore, as she began to recount the day’s events, the people she’d met, the words that had been spoken.

Blue thought that perhaps Ava would stick out to her. A pretty, red-lipped waitress, the only person who hadn’t asked for her name all day, the one she’d spoken to most recently. Or even Leya, who was to be her new boss. And she did journal about both of them, along with Zayn. But she was surprised to find it was Harry who held most of her pen’s attention.

Blue didn’t even like him, she didn’t think. He’d been rather rude, acted like she’d inconvenienced him, as if her car’s decision to break down wasn’t an inconvenience to her. But there was something about the short clip of his words and the way that his eyes moved that she must have found interesting.

It was nearly an hour later when she finished writing down her thoughts of the day. Ava refilled her coffee twice. Now Blue’s mug sat half empty and the crust of her blueberry pie still sat on its plate, but she shelled out some cash for the food, along with a few dollars for a tip, and left the money on her table. She placed the chewed-up cap back on her pen and tucked it into her pocket, fitting her notebook under her arm, and left Shelly’s. Despite all the coffee, the day’s events had tired her out, and she craved the stiff sheets of an unfamiliar motel bed.

***

Blue slept late into Sunday afternoon. She awoke to the low glare of sunlight through the thin yellow motel curtains. She turned over, away from the windows, as she stretched against the day.

She was unsurprised by how late it was. The previous night she had driven straight through hoping to make it into the Carolinas before she needed to stop. But here she was stuck on the western end of Missouri, pointlessly deprived of sleep, bunkering down in the musty, scratchy sheets of Wolver Valley’s Red Roof.

Blue forced herself out of bed when she saw the red numbers on the side table’s digital clock. Leya hadn’t given her a time to be at The Five and Jive, but Blue wasn’t going to burn her bridges on the first full day in town. She showered to rinse of the scent of long car rides—the inevitable scent of a traveler. She slipped into a pair of jeans, a thin t-shirt, her worn-in boots, and pulled the front of her hair out of her face, still damp. She clicked the door to her motel room shut behind her and headed off, munching on the rest of her farm market strawberries on the way.

The sun, even from the far end of the valley, was hot on Blue’s back until she reached the corner of the street and turned right. The crowds at the bar really were thinned out tonight, although she was sure they would pick up at least a little before the evening was through. But for now the parking lot was nearly empty. Just a few cars, and on the bit of pavement just in front of the windows, a bike that struck a familiar chord in Blue’s mind.

Her footsteps slowed as she approached the screen door, puffing on the last dregs of her cigarette. She scanned the motorcycle, glinting in the sunlight that seeped through the town’s shadows. She knew whose it was. That familiarity, after only being in town for less than a full day, made Blue uncomfortable, like there was something crawling just below the top layer of her skin. She crushed the sparks of her cigarette out into the pavement just in front of the rubber tire of the motorcycle before slipping into The Five and Jive.

The inside of the bar reflected its barren parking lot. A couple of old-timers were seated at the bar. Leya was wiping down the wood. And Harry was there, as Blue knew he would be, bent over the edge of the left-hand pool table, hair spilling around his face. Another man stood at the table’s corner, hands twisting around the stick clasped between them. A short blond sat on a stool that had been pulled across the room. She twisted the seat beneath her, apparently bored and impatient with the game being played out in front of her. Harry flashed a quick grin as she muttered something to him, revealing a deep dimple in one of his cheeks.

“Oh, good,” Leya said by way of greeting. “Perfect timing.”

Blue offered her a thin smile as she worked her way around to the other side of the bar, crushing the empty pulp basket that had once held her strawberries. She tossed the container into the trash can as she passed it and came to stop beside Leya.

“I’m gonna show you how to mix up some basic things,” said Leya. “But first, can you take these over to them?” She nodded toward the pool table as she pulled out a couple bottles of beer and began pouring tequila up to the rim of a shot glass. “You’ve already met Harry, right?”

Blue sighed as she took the beer bottles in one hand and carefully balanced the shot glass between her other fingers, trying to keep the alcohol from spilling. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Leya went back to wiping down the bar top. Blue took that as her cue. She spun on her heel and trailed across the room. Only the blond noticed her approach, eyeing the tequila shot in Blue’s hand and leaving her doubtless it was meant for her. Blue passed the shot over and was taken aback by how easily this tiny girl downed the alcohol without any type of chaser.

“Thank you,” the woman said.

Harry glanced up at the sound of her voice. The other man with them was still tilted forward, eye squinted as he lined up a shot and sent the cue ball across the table. It bounced off of the eight ball and then rolled into the corner pocket closest to Blue. He swore beneath his breath and then he was looking up, too.

“What’re you doin’ here?” Harry asked.

Blue chuckled drily and held out the beers in his direction. “Again with the rude greetings.”

He scratched the back of his neck and leaned forward to take one of the bottles. The other man traveled around the table to take the other, tipping his head toward her as he took a sip of beer.

“Right. Blue, this is Niall and Boston,” Harry introduced, gesturing respectively to the man beside him and the woman still perched atop her stool. “They work with me.”

Blue raised her eyes to Boston, barely more than five feet tall, eyes glazed over with the effects of alcohol and feet tapping to the rock drumbeat playing through the bar. Blue couldn’t picture her covered in grease and pulling apart the pieces of a car, but it was fun trying to conjure up the image.

“Ah, Blue,” said Niall after he’d swallowed his drink. "The one that tried to set the garage on fire. You know, we’ve already had our fill of arson in this town."

Blue raised her brows. “Is that so?"

"What’re yeh doin’ here?” Harry repeated, cutting Niall off before he could even reply. His bottle was hanging unsipped at his side.

Blue took the glass from Boston’s hand and rounded the table to collect the empty beers that Harry and Niall had already finished from a wooden shelf against the far wall. “I work here.”

“Leya hired you? Thought yeh weren’ stayin’.”

“Just for a week or so.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Boston spoke up from behind her. “You’ll miss the party.”

“Oh, yeah,” Niall echoed. “You should stay another week. Wolver Valley’s bicentennial is coming up. Boston’ll probably be drunk off her ass, but we can take you to the fair and—”

“No,” Harry interrupted again. The other three all turned to stare at him. He finally swallowed a mouthful of his beer and then shrugged. “She’s a traveler. Wants to get outta town. Rushin’ me to get a new exhaust pipe in and—”

“Actually, take your time,” Blue told him. She waved the empty beer bottles in her hand. “I might just stay a few more weeks. Could use the money.”

Harry slipped a hand through his hair as he surveyed her. He didn’t look pleased about the news. Niall, however, nodded in approval. Boston clicked her heels together before hopping down from her stool at last. She really was short, especially beside the two boys.

“Perfect,” she said. “Could you get me one more shot, Blue? It’s my turn to kick Harry’s ass.” She peeled the stick from Niall’s fingers and began re-racking for a new game. “And also, if I could bum a cigarette when you go out for a smoke, I would really appreciate it."

Blue nodded and turned back toward the bar. She dropped the empty bottles in the receptacle that Leya directed her to and then poured out another glass of tequila for Boston. She felt Harry’s eyes on the side of her face, even as she trailed back over to the pool table, where Boston was breaking. And on her back as she returned with the empty shot glass. Hot like fire. The heat only faded as Harry lined up his own shot, and it didn’t return for the rest of Blue’s shift.

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lovingmusicsportsllama · 6 years

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Bright Fanfiction - Jakoby/Original Female Character (Wards play Cupid pt. 1)

***OK, y’all. This is my very first post both on Tumblr and in relation to my own Fanfiction. There was just something about Bright and Nick that stuck in my head, so I decided to write about it. I hope you enjoy. Constructive criticism is welcome, but please be kind. ***

Nick was a little distracted during his shift. It wasn’t unusual to hang out with his human partner and his family after work, but it was for them to add another human to the mix. He was comfortable with “his humans” as he referred to them in his head. How would this new person react to his presence?

“Jakoby, you wanna pay attention to the damn road? I’d like to not die today.” Daryl Ward hadn’t always been friendly to Nick, not that he really blamed him. Human/Orc relations haven’t always been cozy. That all changed after the magic wand incident when their friendship was quite literally forged in fire and his became a respected name in both human and orc circles.

“Sorry,” Nick muttered. “You sure this woman is gonna be OK with me being there tonight?”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re acting weird,” Ward said with a chuckle. “Yeah man, Addie’s great. Her real name is Adelaide, but no one calls her that. Sherri met her in college back in Virginia and they’ve kept in touch. When she got divorced last year shit kinda went south so Sherri convinced her to take a job with the City Council here. Fresh start, ya know?”

“City Council, huh? What does she do with them?” His curiosity was peaked now.

“You’re gonna love this shit, Diversity Hire: She’s the assistant to the City Council for Improved Racial Diversity and Relations.”

“No shit? Huh…” Now his mind was going in a totally new direction. What happened with her divorce? What the hell does “shit went south” mean? These humans were constantly confusing him with their weird sayings.

“You gonna try flirting with her, man?” Ward asked.

Nick was caught totally off guard by that. “What? Why the hell would I do that? She probably wouldn’t even consider someone outside of her own race. Most of you humans tend to stick to your own. I have never had a date with a woman, human or otherwise, that ever turned out well so if this is your attempt to set me up, just don’t.”

“Man, quit being a bitch. Just give it a chance. This will be the closest thing to a date you’re probably going to get for a while. Now get us back to the station in once piece so maybe I can get some tonight,” responded Ward.

Nick sighed deeply but didn’t bother with a reply. He knew he would show up since he never liked letting his partner or Sherri down. He turned at the next light and started making his way to the station. He hoped like hell he didn’t make a fool of himself tonight.

Later that night…

Nick couldn’t remember laughing so much in his entire life. This human, Addie as she liked to be called, was smart, funny and damned beautiful. She would never be a model but her warm eyes and petite body appealed to him. She had walked in, greeted Sherri and Daryl with warm hugs before disarming him with a smile and firm handshake. She wasn’t afraid of him which was a good start. Her job had made her well versed in Orc culture and history, so that was a plus. She wasn’t a fan of Orc music but, hey, no one is perfect.

Deep in conversation, he had lost track of the amount of beer he had consumed while he noticed that Addie only sipped water with lemon. “I have to drive home and I’d rather not give anyone a chance to take my job away,” she reasoned. She had a level head on her shoulders. Nick definitely appreciated that.

“Hey guys,” Ward said, “Sherri and I need to get home. That babysitter ain’t cheap. You good, Nick?”

“Actually, I probably shouldn’t drive,” Nick admitted. “Would you mind dropping me off at my place?”

Addie spoke up before Ward could even process the request. “I’ll take you! I mean… I don’t mind and this way Sherri and Daryl don’t have to pay any more than they have to for the sitter.”

“OK, it’s settled then!” said Sherri as she gave Addie and Nick hugs and shot a smug look to her husband. “Told you,” she said to Daryl as they walked to their car.

….

The ride was quiet and soon Nick felt himself slipping into an alcohol-induced nap. His dreams were full of music and Addie’s smiling face. He dreamed of Addie singing to him and stroking his face while his head lie in her lap at a picnic. The sun was haloing her brown hair as she looked down at him with her beautiful hazel eyes.

Some days, I can’t get out of my head

That’s just the dark side of me…

Her face was smiling but the sound of pain in her voice was so clear. His stomach immediately dropped to think something was hurting her. He just wanted to protect her…

I’ve got a human heart,

Are you afraid of the dark?

The sound of sirens on a passing ambulance woke Nick up from his dream. It took a moment to regain his faculties and remember he was being driven home by the woman in his dreams. She was singing along to a song on the radio, the same one she had been singing to him. “Huh, I guess her voice really is that beautiful…” he thought to himself before turning to look at her. There he saw the pain he swore he had heard while sleeping.

Quiet tears were streaming down her face as she was completely lost in the song. He was about to open his mouth to speak when she looked over at him. Being caught in such an intimate moment embarrassed her, he knew, as her face turned a deep red and she rushed to wipe away the evidence of her tears.

“I’m sorry; I guess I’m just in my feelings tonight.” Addie said between sniffles.

“Are you OK?” Nick asked. She could hear the genuine concern in his voice. It felt like a balm to her damaged soul. “Your face looked so pained. I could hear it in your voice while you were singing,” he continued.

“I’m OK. Life has just been crazy lately and it catches up to me sometimes. My mood can get a little dark when I don’t have a routine. I’ll be fine once I get used to L.A. and it feels more like home, promise,” she said as she shot him a reassuring smile. “Humans have tells”, he had once told Ward, and her face told him all he needed to know; she was strong and she truly would be OK.

They rode in silence until Addie stopped her car by the curb in front of his home. He wanted so badly to say something, anything, to keep their time together from ending but his cloudy brain was at a loss. He thanked her for the ride home and got out of the car. She didn’t pull away until he was in the house, which he found adorable.

“Damnit. I should have asked her to text me when she got home so I’d know she got there safe,” he scolded himself as he flipped the lock back into place. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and shot off a quick text to Ward. “Please check on Addie to make sure she got home safe. Didn’t think to ask her to let me know.”

He stumbled to his bedroom as he stripped down to his boxer briefs and slid into his king sized bed. Did he really need a bed this large? No, but he sure as hell enjoyed it.

He laid there for what seemed like an eternity staring at the ceiling waiting on a reply from Ward when his phone finally buzzed. He didn’t recognize the number on the screen but the content of the text helped him realize this was Addie’s number and made his heart beat faster. “Thank you for checking up on me. I’m safe at home in my pjs and about to go to sleep.”

His thoughts immediately turned to Addie in her pjs. Did she prefer sweats or shorts? Tank tops or t-shirts? What would it be like to have her in the bed next to him, his arms encircling her warm, petite frame while she slept? Would she curl into his embrace all night or did she toss and turn?

He shook his head to regain his concentration. He recalled the text to the phone screen and tapped out a reply. “I’m glad you’re safe. Thanks again for the ride…” the cursor blinked on the screen as Nick tried to decide if he felt brave enough to make a move. He quickly added, “Let me know if you’d ever like to get together again. I know a great coffee place downtown,” and hit send.

Shit, he thought as he exhaled the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. What if she didn’t reply? Maybe she’s already fallen asleep, he told himself. What if he accidentally woke her up? He almost jumped out of his skin when his phone buzzed soon after. “Actually,” she replied, “I’d love to. You have my number now so don’t be a stranger.” He wasn’t a pro at this but even he could tell they were flirting. “I won’t, promise. Sleep well, be in touch soon. ”

“Did that just happen?” he wondered aloud to the empty bedroom. Jesus Christ, she had made the first move. None of this felt real. He quickly added her name and number to his phone’s contact list. Now he just had to decide how soon was too soon to text again. So many thoughts raced through his head and he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.

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