alice knows. she’s known. she’s just waiting for you to say it.
“you changed your perfume. that means you’re seeing someone. and judging by the way you stare out the window like a war wife waiting for her soldier to return…”
you trust alice. you know she’d always have your back.
demetri sends you handwritten letters on parchment sealed with his volturi crest.
he never writes anything incriminating, but the way he phrases things drips with longing.
“you haunt me in every corner of this ancient castle. i think of your laugh in the silence of the throne room.”
he hides your photo behind a book in his room. he calls it his “weakness” and stares at it more than he’ll ever admit.
demetri is soft with you in a way no one’s ever seen.
“i’ve done terrible things,” he tells you once, forehead pressed to yours. “but i’d burn this world down before i let them touch you.”
demetri is… very territorial.
he doesn’t like it when human boys flirt with you at school. or when jacob looks at you for too long.
“does that mutt always stare like that? maybe i should give him something to be afraid of.”
you: “demetri. chill.”
demetri: “oh, i’m perfectly calm.” (he is not)
you once danced with a random vampire at a coven gathering just to make demetri jealous.
it worked. he dragged you outside and kissed you against a stone wall.
“don’t ever do that again.”
“why? did it bother you?” you grin, breathless.
“i’m a tracker, not a saint.”
there are times demetri almost bites you. not to hurt you, but out of pure instinct when you kiss him.
it terrifies him how much he wants you. just you.
“don’t tempt me like that, cara mia. i’m trying to be good.”
you tease him relentlessly. “who says i want you to be good?”
you’ve stayed in demetri’s room in volterra once or twice, hidden behind a sealed chamber door only he can unlock.
it’s quiet there. dim, ancient. you bring books. he watches you read.
he touches your face like he still can’t believe you’re real.
“sometimes i wonder if you’re just a dream i’ve built to survive this place.”
once, you meet halfway between forks and volterra in the middle of nowhere to avoid suspicion.
you’re both tense. he’s late, and for a minute you think the volturi found out.
when he appears from the trees, it’s wordless. he just grabs you, holds your face like you’ll disappear, and kisses you like he’s been drowning.
“they’re watching more closely now,” he warns.
“then let them.” you kiss him again, harder this time.
when the truth comes out, the cullens are shocked.
bella: “you’re dating a volturi tracker?”
rosalie: “please tell me you’re joking.”
carlisle is… quietly disappointed at first, until he sees how protective and gentle demetri is with you.
edward is furious. until he sees that demetri can’t read your future, track you, or control you. and he realizes: this wasn’t manipulation.
demetri truly fell for you.
the family, slowly (and with some threats), begin to tolerate him.
emmett: “if you break her heart, i break your legs. and i know they grow back, but i’ll keep doing it.”
he’s always touching you now. hand at your back. fingers laced with yours. lips pressed to your temple when he thinks no one’s watching.
it’s not just affection. it’s a quiet kind of desperation.
“don’t leave my sight,” he murmurs constantly.
when you go hunting, he waits by the window until you return.
once, you tease, “miss me already?”
he doesn’t laugh. “always.”
demetri never had softness in his afterlife. he was turned, trained, and used by the volturi.
affection was weakness. gentleness was dangerous.
then you came into his life like a sunrise he wasn’t ready for.
he resists it at first, but the way you touch his face like he won’t shatter. like he’s real, undoes him.
he doesn’t do grand gestures. he’s not showy. but he remembers every little detail about you.
he brings you obscure books he knows you’ll like. ones written in languages barely spoken anymore.
he steals them from the volturi library like a lovesick thief.
he doesn’t say “i love you” often, but when he does, it’s like a vow:
“i love you. and i would destroy anything that dared to touch you.”
sometimes, when he’s alone, he imagines a future where you and he live far away from all of this.
no volturi, no cullen coven politics. just the two of you somewhere quiet. free.
but he doesn’t believe he deserves peace. he’s done too much. hurt too many.
when he was human, he dreamed of being free.
when he was volturi, he dreamed of being powerful.
now, the only dream that visits him is you. sunlight through your hair, your laugh echoing off forest trees.
demetri is used to tracking, following, studying people from a distance.
but with you? it’s not calculation. it’s reverence.
he watches the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re reading, or how you hum softly when you’re thinking.
he doesn’t realize how tender he looks until alice catches him and says softly, “you look like you’ve already made your choice.”
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Pairing: Demetri Volturi x Reader (Felix’s biological sister)
Summary: When Demetri’s human mate—who also happens to be Felix’s little sister—finds out she’s pregnant with his child, terror ripples through the Volturi just like it did with Bella and Edward. Demetri refuses to lose you and turns you just in time, but the newborn bloodlust makes every second near your half-vampire daughter, Luan, feel like a threat. Terrified you’ll hurt your own baby, you run. Now Demetri is determined to track down the one person he never wanted to hunt, to help you tame the hunger so you can finally come home to your child.
Warnings: Canon-typical violence & blood, Pregnancy & birth complication, Turning into a vampire (pain, fear), Intense emotions, guilt, self-loathing, angst, Mentions of death but no character death
You never thought a plus sign on a cheap pharmacy test could scare two of the deadliest vampires on earth.
You sit on the edge of Demetri’s bed, fingers locked around the plastic stick so tightly it creaks. Your heart thunders in your chest, the sound loud in the vaulted, stone-walled room. Demetri stands across from you, perfectly still, eyes locked on your face instead of the test like he’s afraid looking at it will make this real.
Felix is pacing.
Actually pacing. The hulking, red-eyed executioner of the Volturi looks like a worried older brother standing in the middle of Demetri’s room with his hands in his hair.
“Say it,” Felix mutters. “Someone say it out loud because my brain is not computing.”
Your throat is dry. “I’m… I’m pregnant.”
The word drops between the three of you like a stone into deep water.
Demetri flinches first.
His crimson eyes flick down to your stomach, then back up to your face, and you can see the flash of absolute terror there. Not for himself. For you.
“Cara mia,” he breathes. He’s across the room in a blur, dropping to his knees in front of you. His cool hands hover over your thighs, not quite touching. “Are you sure?”
You hold up the test with a shaking hand. “Three of them. All positive.”
Felix swears under his breath in three different languages.
A memory flickers through the room like a ghost—Bella Swan, the impossible pregnancy, the way even the Volturi whispered about it. A half-vampire child that nearly killed its mother from the inside out.
“Is it going to be like… her?” you ask quietly, your voice wobbling. “Like Bella?”
Demetri’s jaw clenches. “We don’t know.”
Felix stops pacing. “But we’re going to find out before anything hurts you, you hear me?” His eyes are wild as he looks between you and Demetri. “I just got you back, sorellina. I’m not losing you to some monster baby.”
“Felix.” Demetri’s voice turns sharp, warning.
You press a hand over your stomach, protective instinct already flaring. “She’s not a monster,” you whisper, shocking yourself by how certain you sound. “I don’t even know how I know that but… she’s not.”
Demetri hears the pronoun. “She?” His eyes soften just a little. “You think it is a girl?”
You nod, tears pricking your eyes. “Yeah. I… I keep thinking of the name Luan.”
Felix sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Great. We’re naming the potentially lethal baby already. Wonderful.”
But his voice has softened too.
Demetri finally lets his hands settle lightly on your knees, his gaze steady and unblinking. “Listen to me,” he says, every word careful. “I failed to save too many people in my human life. I will not fail you. If there is even a hint of danger, I will turn you. I don’t care what Aro says. I don’t care about their politics. You live. Both of you, if possible.”
The fear is still gnawing at you, but under it, something fierce and stubborn rises. You nod. “Okay.”
His shoulders loosen just enough that you can see the weight of the vow he’s just made.
Felix clears his throat. “So we have a plan. We monitor. We keep Aro’s nose out of this unless we absolutely have to. And if things go south—”
Demetri’s voice drops to a quiet, lethal promise. “I will do what needs to be done.”
For you. For your child. For the future none of you saw coming.
⸻
It’s not gentle when it goes wrong.
Your pregnancy speeds up in a way no human body was built to handle. At first it’s little things—the nausea that never fades, the ache in your bones, the way you tire so quickly it feels like walking through water.
Then the bruises appear.
Demetri starts hovering. Felix starts bringing you blood in dark, sealed cups, trying not to look too closely at the way you drink it. The Volturi library fills up with stolen medical journals, old vampire legends, half-remembered stories from nomads who once met a half-breed child.
“You’re getting worse,” Demetri whispers one night, his hand stroking your hair back from your sweaty forehead. “Your heart, amore. It’s straining.”
You can feel it too. Every beat is a struggle now.
“Don’t let her die,” you gasp, pain wracking your body. “Promise me. If it comes down to it—”
“No.” His eyes flash crimson in the dim light. “Don’t you dare ask me to choose between you.”
“Demetri—”
Felix stands in the doorway, arms folded, jaw set. “You heard her,” he says roughly. “If one of them has to—”
Demetri is across the room in an instant, teeth bared, a growl rumbling from his chest. “Do not finish that sentence, Felix.”
Felix growls right back, but there’s grief in his eyes. “She is my sister.”
“And she is my mate.” Demetri’s voice breaks on the last word despite his fury. “I refuse to accept a world where I must bury either of them.”
Another wave of pain slams through you and you arch off the mattress with a choked scream.
“Enough,” Demetri snaps, turning back to you. “We are out of time.”
Even through the agony, you understand what he’s about to do.
“Okay,” you breathe, tears slipping down your temples. “Do it.”
He hesitates only once. You reach up with what little strength you have left and grab the front of his shirt.
“I want to meet her,” you whisper. “I want to hold Luan.”
His face crumples.
“Then you will,” he swears, and his teeth sink into your throat.
Fire.
It’s all fire, pouring through your veins like liquid lightning. You hear your own screams, hear Felix’s growl and Demetri’s panicked apologies tangled together, but it all blurs as the world erupts in white-hot agony.
You drift in and out, the pain folding you into itself. Somewhere in the middle of the burning, you hear it:
A tiny cry.
High and thin and new.
Your baby.
“Luan,” you try to say, but it comes out as a raw, broken sound.
“She’s here,” Felix says, his voice choked in a way you’ve never heard before. “She’s small and pissed off, just like you. She’s okay.”
You hang onto that.
The fire rages on, ripping out everything human and sewing something new and bright and wrong in its place, but you cling to the idea of your daughter: small fingers, a tiny face, the name you whispered in the dark before anyone believed she’d live.
Luan.
When the burning finally stops, it’s like falling out of a storm into perfect, sharp silence.
You open your eyes.
The world snaps into impossible focus—dust motes in the air, the tiny crack in the ceiling, the slow, steady thud of hearts somewhere far below in Volterra.
But one sound drowns out all the others.
A fast, fluttering heartbeat, half-familiar.
Your head turns instinctively toward it, and a sweet, rich scent hits you like a truck.
You don’t realize you’ve moved until Demetri’s hands slam against your shoulders, pinning you to the bed with unbreakable strength.
“Stop,” he rasps, red eyes wide. “Stop.”
You blink, dazed. Your throat burns. Your teeth ache. You can hear a tiny, questioning noise near the door.
Luan.
You can smell her.
The scent is intoxicating—like the richest blood you’ve ever imagined and something softer underneath, something that smells like you and Demetri mixed together.
“Let me see her,” you whisper, but your voice is wrong, too smooth, too controlled.
“You can’t,” Felix says hoarsely from the doorway. His giant frame blocks most of the view, cradling a small bundle against his chest. His eyes are wild with protective instinct. “Not yet, sorellina. You just tried to launch yourself at her.”
The words hit you harder than the fire did.
“I— I didn’t mean to,” you stammer, horror curling through your chest. “I just… I smelled… I would never—”
Your throat aches, the venom-thirst roaring up again at the memory of that scent. Your hands shake.
Demetri’s grip tightens. “It is not you,” he says urgently. “It is your newborn instincts. You need time. Control. We will get there, amore. I promise.”
“But what if we don’t?” You can hear the edge of panic in your own voice. “What if I hurt her? What if one day you’re not fast enough?”
Felix’s arms curl tighter around the bundle in his hands. “You won’t,” he says, but there’s doubt shadowing his expression.
Luan makes another soft sound. You can’t see her, but you hear every tiny shift of her body, every stutter of her heart. It’s torture.
You swallow hard, the burn in your throat intensifying. “I can’t stay here.”
Demetri stiffens. “What?”
You drag in a breath you don’t need. It doesn’t help. “I can’t be around her like this. I can’t even trust myself to take one step closer without—” You shake your head, tears you can’t shed burning anyway. “She’s safer if I’m not here.”
The room explodes in protest.
“Absolutely not,” Demetri snarls. “I just turned you, I nearly lost you—”
“You are not abandoning this child,” Felix snaps over him, his voice feral.
“I’m not abandoning her,” you snap back, your own newborn snarl slipping free. “I’m trying to keep her alive!”
Silence slams down.
You lower your voice, forcing it steady. “Look at me. I can’t even hear anything over the sound of her heartbeat. I— I want to hold her, I want to kiss her, and at the same time there’s this… voice in my head telling me to sink my teeth into her neck. Do you understand how horrifying that is?”
Demetri’s face crumples.
You look at him like you’re memorizing him. “You can find anyone,” you whisper. “You’re the tracker. You can find me.”
Realization dawns in his eyes. “Don’t—”
“Let me go.” Your voice softens. “Let me get control somewhere far away from her. Then come find me. Train me. Help me be someone she’s safe with. I’ll come back when I can trust myself.”
Felix shakes his head violently. “No. No, you’re not leaving this castle—”
“Felix.” You meet his gaze, your big brother who’s killed for you, protected you, dragged you into immortality’s orbit. “You promised when I moved here that you’d let me make my own decisions. This is mine.”
He looks wrecked.
Demetri is shaking his head like he can undo the idea by sheer force of will. “I can help you here,” he insists. “We’ll feed you, we’ll restrain you—”
“Do you want Luan to grow up knowing her mother as the monster tied to a bed so she doesn’t kill her?” you ask, voice breaking. “Or do you want her to meet me when I can hold her without wanting to rip her throat out?”
It hurts him to even consider the question.
You reach up, cupping his face with trembling hands. “Trust me,” you whisper. “Just this once, trust that I know what I can handle.”
After a long, agonizing moment, he drops his forehead to yours.
“I will find you,” he vows, every word like steel. “There is nowhere on this planet you can go that I won’t reach.”
“I’m counting on it,” you whisper.
⸻
You run.
Not from them. Not really. You run from the scent of your daughter, from the way it shreds your self-control like paper.
Weeks blur into months.
You hunt animals until their blood tastes like ash in your mouth. You push yourself to the edge of starvation and then hunt again, forcing control into your muscles until every movement is deliberate instead of instinctive.
You practice with humans too—darting through crowded cities, deliberately breathing in their scent, walking past them without allowing your eyes to darken. It’s torture at first, but you keep going.
Every heartbeat you hear, you imagine it’s Luan’s.
You talk to her sometimes when no one’s around.
“Hi, baby,” you murmur to the empty woods, to the lonely motel ceilings, to the foreign city streets. “It’s Mommy. I’m sorry I’m not there. I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to be good.”
You tell her about the stars in different countries, about the birds you watch at dawn, about the stupid human TV shows you turn on in cheap hotel rooms to pretend you’re not a monster.
You tell her about her father’s laugh, about how he looks at you like you hung the moon, about how annoyed he gets when Felix calls you embarrassing nicknames.
You don’t tell her about the nights you curl up on unfamiliar mattresses and shake with dry sobs.
You don’t tell her how your chest aches every time you imagine the way she must be growing, the way her scent will have changed, the way her eyes might look more like Demetri’s or yours by now.
You’re in a small town halfway across the world, sipping from a thermos of animal blood in a dark alley, when you feel it.
A pull.
A familiar brush against your mind like cold fingers trailing down your spine.
You close your eyes.
“Found me, tracker?” you murmur.
Demetri steps out of the shadows like he was born from them, the same dark, elegant silhouette etched against the dim streetlight.
“Yes,” he says quietly.
He looks different. Not in any physical way—he’s still the same marble-smooth, sharp-featured vampire you fell in love with—but there’s something heavier about him now. Like he’s been carrying the weight of two worlds on his shoulders.
Your world.
Luan’s world.
“How long did it take you?” you ask, trying to sound light.
“Too long,” he answers, voice rough.
He’s in front of you in a heartbeat, hands hovering at your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he actually touches you.
“How is she?” Your voice cracks on the very first question you’ve been wanting to ask since you left. “How’s Luan?”
He swallows, unnecessary. “She’s… perfect,” he says softly. “Half the castle is wrapped around her tiny finger. Even Jane.”
You huff out a watery laugh. “Of course she is. Have you met her parents?”
His eyes soften, but the pain in them doesn’t fade. “She is walking,” he continues gently. “Talking far too early. Growing quickly, but not as fast as the Cullen girl. Aro is fascinated. Chelsea adores her. Felix—” His mouth twitches. “Felix would murder God for her if he could reach Him.”
Your chest aches. “Does she… know about me?”
“Yes.” His voice is sure. “She knows your voice. I play recordings. She knows your name. She draws pictures of you— stick figures with very sharp teeth.”
A broken laugh escapes you, half-sob. “Of course she does.”
Demetri finally lets his hands settle on your arms, gripping just hard enough to ground you. His eyes scan your face like he’s searching for cracks.
“You’re different,” he says quietly. “Your eyes… they’re calmer. Your movements. I followed you through three cities and you walked past at least fifty humans without flinching.”
“I flinched,” you admit. “Just… inside.”
“That’s where it counts,” he says.
You lick your lips, nerves suddenly spiking. “Demetri, I— I want to come home. I want to see her. But if you think I’m still a risk—”
“I think,” he interrupts, voice firm, “that you did something impossibly brave and impossibly stupid, and I’m furious with you.”
Your heart clenches. “Dem—”
“I am also,” he continues over you, “more proud of you than I have ever been of anyone in my existence.”
You blink, stunned.
“You left everything you loved,” he says, eyes blazing. “You walked into hell alone just so you wouldn’t risk a single hair on our daughter’s head. You forced yourself to master instincts that break most newborns. You never once called me to make it easier on yourself because you were afraid Aro would force you back too soon.” He swallows hard. “I hate that you did it. But I understand why. And I will never doubt your love for her again.”
Tears sting your eyes, useless but persistent.
“I love her,” you whisper. “So much it scares me.”
He lifts a hand, brushing his thumb under your eye where a tear would be. “Come home,” he says softly. “Let me help you with the rest. We’ll do this together, amore. You, me, Felix, Luan. We’ll make it work. We’ll make you safe.”
“And if I mess up?” you ask, fear still clinging like cobwebs. “If I slip?”
His gaze hardens into something fierce and unshakable. “Then I will be there,” he says. “Between you and anyone you could hurt. I will not let you become the monster you fear. Not to her. Not to anyone.”
Your voice drops to a whisper. “You’re sure?”
He gives you a small, crooked smile you’ve missed more than anything. “I am Demetri of the Volturi,” he reminds you gently. “I am sure of many things, cara mia. But I have never been more certain of anything than this: you are meant to be in our daughter’s life.”
You take a breath.
You think of Luan’s heartbeat, of her tiny cry when she was born, of the drawings Demetri described—sharp-toothed stick figure mothers with their hands held by little scribbled girls.
“Okay,” you say, voice steadying. “Take me home.”
⸻
Volterra feels different when you walk back into it.
Some guards stare with thinly disguised curiosity, some with open relief, some with suspicion. You ignore them all, focusing only on the familiar figure standing at the end of the hall.
Felix.
He looks like he’s aged somehow, even though he can’t. There’s more weight in his shoulders, dark circles of worry under his eyes. But when he sees you, everything on his face cracks.
“Sorellina,” he breathes.
You barely have time to brace before he’s on you, arms like iron bands wrapping you up, lifting you completely off the floor. You squeak, laughing and choking on a sob at the same time.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble into his shoulder. “I know you’re mad—”
“I am furious,” he says into your hair, voice rough. “But I am more glad you are alive. If you ever run off like that again, I will personally throw you into a cell until the end of time, you understand?”
You nod against him. “Understood.”
He sets you down, stepping back, eyes shining more than you’ve ever seen. “She’s been asking,” he says softly. “About you. Nonstop, lately.”
Your new still heart lurches. “Is she…?”
Felix glances at Demetri, then nods down the hall. “Come on, then. Let’s go introduce you properly.”
Your legs feel strangely unsteady for an immortal as you walk, Demetri at your side, Felix leading.
Every step, you repeat it in your head like a mantra.
You are not a monster.
You are Luan’s mother.
You can do this.
Felix pushes open the door to one of the private sitting rooms. The scent hits you immediately—sweet, familiar, but muted now under layers of stone, old parchment, and Demetri’s scent.
There she is.
Luan sits on a plush rug in the middle of the room, surrounded by drawings and blocks. Her dark hair curls around her face, and her skin shines with a faint, almost luminous glow. Her eyes—your shape, Demetri’s intensity—lift the second the door opens.
“Papa!” she chirps, scrambling to her feet when she sees Demetri.
Your throat tightens so hard you can’t speak.
Demetri’s face breaks into something soft you’ve never seen him show anyone else. He drops to one knee, arms open.
“Stellina,” he greets, catching her as she barrels into him.
You can’t move. You can barely breathe.
Luan pulls back, eyes catching on you. She goes very still.
Demetri’s voice is gentle, reverent. “Luan,” he says, brushing a curl behind her ear. “Do you remember how I told you about your mother?”
Your hands tremble at your sides.
Luan nods slowly. “The one in the recordings,” she says, her voice small but clear. “The one who says she loves me lots and lots. The one with the sharp teeth.”
Your lips twitch despite everything.
Demetri smiles. “Yes,” he says. “She’s here.”
For a heartbeat, the world stops.
Luan turns fully toward you, eyes wide, studying every inch of your face with eerie, thoughtful focus. You freeze, forcing yourself to stay still, to breathe slowly, to ignore the faint, sweet echo of her blood. It’s there, but it doesn’t roar like it used to. It’s a hum. Manageable.
She tilts her head, curls bouncing.
“Hi,” she says.
Your voice wobbles. “Hi, baby.”
Her eyes brighten at the nickname. “You sound like the recordings,” she says matter-of-factly. “Are you really my mommy?”
You swallow, the word making something in your chest finally unlock. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I’m really your mommy.”
Luan looks at Demetri, then at Felix, like she’s cross-checking this information. Both of them nod, faces oddly solemn.
She considers this for exactly one second.
Then she marches forward with all the confidence of a queen in training and holds up her tiny hands.
“Pick me up, then,” she says.
Your breath catches.
Fear claws at you, but Demetri’s hand comes to rest lightly at the small of your back, steadying. You glance at him. His eyes meet yours, filled with absolute faith.
You can do this.
Slowly, carefully, you kneel, bringing yourself down to Luan’s level. Her scent swirls around you, rich and warm. The old hunger flares for a heartbeat, a whisper at the back of your mind.
You think of every animal you hunted instead of humans. Every lonely night. Every word you whispered to the empty air.
You reach out.
Your hands close around her small body, warm and solid and real.
Nothing breaks.
Nothing snaps.
You pull her gently against your chest, cradling her as if she’s made of glass. She fits perfectly, like she was carved for this place.
You bury your face in her hair and inhale.
She giggles. “You smell like Papa,” she informs you. “And like wolves and deer and trees.”
A startled laugh escapes you. “I’ve… been in a lot of forests,” you admit.
“You didn’t come before,” she says, not accusing, just curious. “Papa said you were learning to be safe.”
Your throat tightens. “I was,” you whisper. “I was very thirsty and I didn’t want to hurt you. So I went away to learn how not to be scary. So when you met me, I could just be your mom.”
Luan seems to consider this, tiny hands patting your face with unquestioning trust.
“Are you safe now?” she asks.
You look into her eyes, your whole world reflected back at you.
“Yes,” you say, and for the first time, you really believe it. “I’m safe now.”
“Good,” she decides, snuggling closer like that settles everything. “Because I have lots of pictures to show you. And Uncle Felix says you used to make him eat broccoli and I want to know why.”
Felix groans from somewhere behind you. “Traitor,” he mutters.
You laugh, the sound wet and bright.
Demetri kneels beside you, one arm circling your shoulders, the other resting gently on Luan’s back. He presses a kiss to your temple, lingering there, his voice a soft murmur against your skin.
“Welcome home, amore.”
You close your eyes, Luan’s heartbeat a steady, strong rhythm against your chest.
Home.
You chose to run to keep her safe. You chose to claw your way back from the edge of hunger. And now, with your daughter in your arms and your mate at your side, you choose something else.
You choose to stay.
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memories of a fallen angel ☆ eli moskowitz x reader
Eli Moskowitz was everything to you. He was shy, kind, caring, and quite nerdy. He was so smart, and that’s the best thing you loved about him. Every night you would call him, sick with love. Now it was all gone.
He was a new person; new spiky neon blue mohawk, intense fighting skills, confidence but to the point of just being an absolute dick.
He’d stopped returning your calls. Your messages of sweetness and affection gradually rotted to nothingness as more and more were “read” or “delivered”. You hated those stupid words that formed under the message, and how it followed without a response.
It’s been almost two months since then. There was a karate outbreak in your entire school, if not the vast majority of the Valley. You didn’t care for it. Multiple people you knew, including some kid Miguel Diaz and your other best friend Demetri, converted to a life of karate cultism. It sure felt like a cult to you.
You felt like the odd one out. The only person completely disinterested in this whole martial arts fiasco. A certain name, Cobra Kai, bounced around a lot. That was where Eli trained, huh? Miguel partakes in that dojo as well, maybe you could ask him about Eli, just to see how he’s doing. Sure, he joined your guys’ lunch table for not too long, but you knew him enough to ask him a simple favor.
You decided to catch up with him, tapping him on the shoulder as he walked through the school halls. “Hey,” you chuckled.
He turned around to see you. “Oh, hey, uh, what’s up? Y/N, right?”
“Yes, that’s me. So, you’re a part of Cobra Kai, I believe? Am I correct?” He nodded in response to your question. “Do you know… Eli Moskowitz? You close with him at all?”
“Oh, Hawk?”
“Hawk? What?” What the hell was he talking about, ‘hawk’?
“Yeah, he goes by Hawk now… in our dojo, at least,” he professed, with a completely straight face. Hawk? That was his name now?
“That’s… interesting,” you chuckled in response, completely dumbfounded by that. “Well, I wanted to ask how, uh… Hawk… was doing.”
“I guess he’s doing… fine… as far as I know. I’m unsure, but uh…” he hesitated for a second, before continuing, “…I know you guys were, like, a thing. Before all of this,” His smile fades into a slightly apologetic expression. He could see right through you.
“Ah… yeah. Well, thanks for telling me about… him,”
“Sure. Take care,”
He left you there, unsure of how to even feel. Does he miss you? Why was his name… Hawk? Out of all things? He’s dragging this ‘badass karate kid’ façade so far that it almost seems performative.
You’re happy that he had found his confidence and finally became comfortable within himself. But you miss when he was that sweet, shy, adorable, angelic Eli whose face lit up brighter than any star when he saw you.
You needed to see him, damn it.
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You knew where he lived, of course. You’ve been there multiple times to play video games, have long talks, and make out.
If you could see his lamp on, you knew he was home in his room. You also knew how to get up to his window and sneak in.
It was a quiet night, little to no stars were out, and you could hear the crickets chirp into the darkness. Taking the bold step onto his front yard, you jumped up the pipe that led up to his window, landing onto the roof swiftly. This took you multiple attempts in the past but you eventually got the hang of it.
Pinning yourself to the side wall, you peeked through the glass pane a tad bit. He was in his room, playing on his phone shirtless.
Blood instantly rushed to your face, your heart pounding in your ears. God, you had never seen him without a shirt… he was very well-built, that’s for sure.
Hesitantly, second thoughts flooded your brain… should you knock on the window? Will he be upset? No, no, he’s the one who’s been an absolute dickhead! You don’t owe him an apology or relief at any time. All you’re here for is to give him a piece of your messed-up mind, that’s all.
So, finally, you pushed yourself to lightly rap your knuckles against the window pane. He looked up immediately, his eyes widening as soon as he saw your face. Fuck. You looked so foolish yet so beautiful under the moonlight, upon his roof… but all he could do was shake away the thoughts, keeping up his front.
He rushed over to the window, opening it immediately. “What the hell are you doing here?” he exclaimed forcefully.
“No, I’m the one here who’s asking questions,” you snapped. “What happened between us? To you? We were so close, then you just stopped talking to me one day,” your hands fell down fast, landing on your thighs to show exasperation.
“God, Y/N,” he sighed, putting his face in his hands.
“Did you think I wasn’t good enough to be around you? Too nerdy, too ugly or something? Did you forget about everything, every damn thing we’ve been through together?” Tears rolled down your cheeks as ragged breaths escaped your lips uncontrollably. “Do you not love me anymore?”
“No, I love you, Y/N!” he cried, placing his hands on your shoulders. You flinched as his sudden reaction, watching as tears fell out of his once menacing eyes. “Please, I love you so much.”
Caught by surprise, you just couldn’t speak. Deep down, you believed him, but in the end, how could you? He’s treated you like shit; ghosted you, ignored you, as if you were invisible. He doesn’t seem to be doing so during confrontation.
“Then why don’t you show it anymore?” You whispered with a breaking voice. He ran his thumbs up and down along your skin, looking deeply into your eyes.
“I’ve just… been so caught up with other things. Karate and whatnot… new friends, new environment-“
“Why can’t I be a part of it, then? Am I not good enough for this little life you have now?”
He caressed your hair, astonished and barely able to speak. “That’s not what it’s like,” he whimpered.
“Then what is it like, Eli?”
“I just want you back, okay? I had no reason. I was being an idiot. I’ve just been too much of a pussy to return your calls,” he declared, still fidgeting with your hair. God, you wanted him back as well, so damn badly. But it was so wrong.
“Eli, I-“ Before you could utter another word, he connected his lips with yours. You were melting in his arms all over again, just like you always used to do.
Warnings: Adult Language, Medical Emergency, Angst, Fluff, Reader Tells Sad Backstory, Mention Of Death, Depression, Anxiety, Anger, Reader Feeling Used, Reader Feeling Pressured By Kreese, Kreese Being Hard On Reader, Forbidden Romance, Bad Break Up, And Possible Grammar Errors.
Summary: Y/N is the granddaughter of John Kreese and now the leader of Cobra Kai. Johnny comes up with an idea to take Cobra Kai down a notch so he wants Miguel to start up a relationship with Y/N but Miguel doesn’t want Y/N to get hurt.
Word Count: 4,416
Author’s Note: This story takes place in season four! Also don’t know if I want to do a part two that takes place in season five, but we’ll see. I didn't really go back and reread this so if there are any errors I am so sorry. I just really wanted to get this posted. I haven't written anything this long is a really long time!
Y/N was laying in her bed sleeping peacefully until she was awaken by a bull horn. Y/N screamed as she jolted awake. Y/N quickly sat up in her bed. She relaxed when she noticed her grandfather standing at the end of her bed holding the bull horn. “Grandpop, what are you doing?” Y/N asked him as she started to calm herself down. She’s surprised she didn’t fall out of her bed. “Get up kid. It’s time for a training session.” Kreese told her. Y/N glanced at her alarm clock that read 5:00 a.m. “Train? But I have school in two hours.” Y/N told him. “Yes, which is why you need to get up right now.” Kreese told her. “But- “Y/N started but her grandfather cut her off right away. “You are a Kreese! If you want to be the female all valley champ you must train whenever you can.” Kreese told her in a stern tone.
“We also need to beat Johnny and LaRusso.” Kreese added which made Y/N let out a heavy sigh. That’s all she’s been hearing for weeks. “They aren’t working together anymore. They got into a huge fight.” Y/N told him. “It doesn’t matter!” Kreese snapped at her which made her flinch. “You have to beat LaRusso’s daughter and whatever girl Johnny finds for his team. You are our greatest and strongest fighter.” Kreese told her. She could see the darkness forming in her grandfather’s eyes.
“Now get your ass up and get changed.” Kreese told her in a demanding tone. “Yes, sir.” Y/N said pulling her blanket off her body. “Yes sensei.” Kreese hissed. “Yes sensei.” Y/N corrected herself. “You have five minutes.” Kreese told her and walked out of the bedroom.
Y/N let out a sigh as she quickly got out of bed and got changed into her training gear. Ever since moving to the bay area Y/N’s whole life has been centered around Karate. But she can’t help but feel like she’s disrespecting her mother every time she steps onto that mat. When her mom was still with her, she tried to take her away from karate, so she doesn’t turn out like her grandfather. But what keeps bringing Y/N back is her grandfather telling her she was born to be in karate.
Miguel just stepped out of his apartment with his bookbag on his back. “Miguel.” He heard someone call out his name. When he looked he saw the voice belonged to Johnny. Johnny jogged up to him. “What’s up, sensei?” Miguel asked him in a curious tone. “I know a way we can knock Cobra Kai down a few notches.” Johnny told him. “What is it?” Miguel asked with some eagerness in his voice. “A distraction.” Johnny answered him. “A distraction?” Miguel asked with confusion in his voice. “You remember meeting Y/N.” Johnny said.
When Johnny said her name, he could feel his heartrate speed up. Miguel met Y/N when he was still with Cobra Kai and before in accident. Him and Y/N were actually really close but when he left, they became distant from one another. Not talking to her actually made Miguel feel lonely. He actually broke up with Sam because he realized he didn’t have feelings for Sam like he thought he did. He realized that he actually was growing feelings for Y/N while he was with both Tory and Sam. He felt bad breaking up with Sam, but she understood. She knew they were better as friends anyways.
“Kreese’s granddaughter, yes I do.” Miguel answered trying to keep cool. Johnny doesn’t know about his crush. “I want you to pretend to go out with her. Be a distraction to her.” Johnny told her which made Miguel’s heart drop. “What? No, I’m not doing that.” Miguel told him shaking his head. There’s no way he could do that to not just Y/N but to anyone. Yes, they get into it with Cobra Kai but every time he sees Y/N he just wants to scoop her up and get her away from Cobra Kai. The only reason why she’s in that dojo is because of her grandfather but Miguel knows that Y/N is nothing like Kreese. “Sensei this is crazy. I can’t do that.” Miguel told him. “Miguel, Y/N is their best fighter. If you get her to fall in love with you, she’ll be too worried about not wanting to beat you, she’ll be making all kinds of mistakes. Johnny explained to him.
“I don’t want to hurt her.” Miguel told him with a soft look in his brown eyes. “She won’t get hurt as long as she never finds out.” Johnny told him. “But- “Miguel started but Johnny quickly cut him off. “It will all work out. I promise, no one will get hurt.” Johnny told him with reassurance in his voice. Miguel really doesn’t want to do it, but he also doesn’t want to let Johnny down. “Okay.” Miguel said with a sigh as he nodded his head. “That’s my boy!” Johnny said giving Miguel and pat on the shoulder.
“Miguel this sounds like a really bad idea.” Demetri told him. It was lunchtime and Miguel was telling Hawk and Demetri what Johnny wants him to do. “Especially considering your actual feelings told her.” Hawk added in. “I know guys, but I can’t let Johnny down.” Miguel told them with a sigh. “To be honest. Maybe this is my sign you know. Maybe this is a sign that says even though we have all these odds going against us, it can work between us.” Miguel told them. “Miguel, she’s Cobra Kai. She’s Kreese’s granddaughter for fucks sake.” Demetri told him. “Miguel, he’s right. But you know what we got to take Cobra Kai down some how and maybe this is the way.” Hawk added in.
The boys saw Y/N take a seat at a table with her lunch. She was by herself. “Now is your chance. Go over there before her Cobra Kai posse shows up.” Hawk told him. Miguel stood up from the table. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves down and walked over to Y/N.
“Hi” Miguel said in a soft tone. When Y/N looked up her eyes met Miguel’s. “Um, hi.” Y/N said a little confused on why he’s talking to her.
She remembers how close she was with Miguel, but she knows those days are gone since he’s not with Cobra Kai anymore. She does her best not to talk to anyone that is with Johnny or Daniel. She knows she’s supposed to hate Miguel but when they were in the same dojo together, she felt like she could talk to him about anything so she couldn’t hate him.
“Not to sound rude or anything but why are you talking to me. We shouldn’t be talking or anywhere near each other.” Y/N told him. “I know but um I was wondering if you had any plans tomorrow night?” Miguel said in a nervous tone which made him curse himself in his head. Y/N shook her head no. “Why?” Y/N asked him. “I was wondering you wanted to go out with me.” Miguel said to her. “What? Our sensei’s would kill us. Like I said we shouldn’t even be talking to each other. We are in different dojo’s Miguel.” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “Let’s forget about the childish bullshit.” Miguel told her.
“When was the last time you went out on a date?” Miguel asked her. “I don’t know.” Y/N answered with a shrug. “You deserve a night out that has nothing to do with karate.” Miguel told her. Y/N knew Miguel was one hundred percent correct but she knows if her grandfather finds out that she’s going out on a date with Johnny Lawerence’s best student he would not just kill her, but he would kill Miguel, too. Miguel could tell that she was still unsure. “Just one date. If it doesn’t go good, I’ll leave you alone.” Miguel told her. Y/N thought about his offer. Her grandfather doesn’t have to know and it’s just one date. “Okay, I’ll go out with you.” Y/N told him giving in.
Y/N is meeting Miguel at the arcade since she doesn’t want her grandfather to know that she’s going to go meet Miguel. She really thinks she shouldn’t be doing this. If her friends find out she’s going out on a date with an enemy, they will feel so betrayed. But she just couldn’t say no to Miguel. Also like she said, it’s only one date and that’s it.
She walked out of her bedroom and into the living room where her grandfather was. He was sitting in his chair reading the newspaper smoking one of his cigars. “I’m heading out.” Y/N told him grabbing her keys off the ring by the door. “Where are you going?” Kreese asked her taking the cigar out of his mouth. “I’m going to the arcade.” Y/N answered him. “With you?” Kreese asked looking at her with a stern look in his eyes. “Tory.” Y/N quickly answered. She’s hoping he doesn’t see right through her lie. “Don’t stay out too late. You have training in the morning.” Kreese told her in a stern tone and went back to reading the newspaper. Y/N didn’t even realize that she was holding her breath. “Yes, sensei.” Y/N told him and walked out the front door.
Y/N is actually having the best time with Miguel. She thought it was going to be awkward, but she was completely wrong. After playing many games, they decided to take a break and eat something. Miguel was telling her how he got into karate. “Damn, that had to be ruff.” Y/N said picking up a fry from the tray and ate it. “It was.” Miguel said with a sigh. “What about you?” Miguel asked her in a curious tone. “It’s not an interesting story.” Y/N told him with a shrug. “Was Kreese always your sensei?” Miguel asked her and took a sip from his drink. “Hell no! My mom would never let him. He would just watch me compete in tournaments.” Y/N told avoiding eye contact with him.
Miguel wanted to ask more but he had a feeling that he’s not going to get anymore out of her. Even when they were in the same dojo Y/N didn’t talk much about herself. All he really knew was the she was Kreese’s granddaughter and she has been doing karate ever since she was six years old. However, he really wants to help Y/N come out of her shell.
“So, is there going to be a second date?” Miguel asked her in a curious tone. “Shit, you are putting me right on the spot.” Y/N said looking at him. “I know that you are having a good time.” Miguel told her with a smile. “Yeah, I am.” Y/N said as her lips turned up into a smile. “Do we have a second date?” Miguel asked her again. Y/N didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes.” Y/N answered him.
It’s been weeks and Y/N has been officially dating Miguel. It surprised Y/N that she’s been falling head over heels for Miguel. She’s been doing a good job hiding it from her grandfather, but Tory found out and of course told Robby, but they are the only two that know.
Y/N just got done with her training session and was walking out to her car when she ran into Robby. “Hey, Y/N. Some of us are heading out to grab something to eat. Wanna come?” Robby said to her. “Sorry I already have plans.” Y/N told him. “Why are you still going out with him?” Robby asked her in disgust, obviously talking about Miguel. “I really like him, and we are having a really good time with each other.” Y/N told him. “He’s an asshole. He’ll just break your heart just like he did to Tory.” Robby told her. “I don’t have time for this.” Y/N said with frustration in her tone as she took her keys out of her pocket. “Y/N- “Robby started to say but she cut him right off. “Just mind your own fucking business.” Y/N snapped at him and made her way to her car.
Y/N and Miguel were at a frozen yogurt shop. They were sitting at a table right by the window. “Y/N, how come you never talk about your family?” Miguel asked her. Y/N just gave him a shrug as she stared down at her empty cup. Miguel put one of his hands on top of one of hers which made her look up at him. “It’s okay Y/N. You can trust me.” Miguel said looking into her eyes. “My dad is in prison and my mom died a couple years ago.” Y/N told him which took him by surprise. “My dad has been in jail ever since I was a toddler. He was involved in really messed up shit and my mom was killed in a plane crash with my grandmother.” Y/N told him as tears started to fill her eyes. “Kreese is a widower?” Miguel asked her. “Technically no. My grandmother divorced him when my mom was a kid because he was too busy obsessing over karate.” Y/N told him. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Miguel said looking at her with sad eyes. “My grandfather is all I have.” Y/N said as tears started to make their way down her cheeks. “You have me.” Miguel said holding onto her hand. “Really?” Y/N asked him. “Yes, I really like you, Y/N.” Miguel told her with a smile as he rubbed his thumb against her knuckles that were red from training. “I really like you, too, Miguel.” Y/N said with a smile as she used her other hand to wipe away her tears.
It was the next day and Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about her date with Miguel last night. She has never felt this way about anyone. Usually, those feelings would scare her away, especially since those feelings are towards Miguel who is part of a rival dojo, but she doesn’t feel scared at all.
Y/N just got to school and was walking towards Miguel’s locker. She wanted to thank him for their talk last night. When she saw Miguel talking with Hawk and Demetri she hid behind the wall since she didn’t want them to know that her and Miguel are going out.
“Miguel, how long are going to string Y/N along?” Demetri asked Miguel which quickly confused Y/N. “What do you mean?” Miguel asked in a confused tone. “This relationship is supposed to be just a thing to distraction to her, but you are- “Hawk was saying but Y/N cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “You were trying to distract me?” Y/N asked walking out from behind the wall taking the boys by surprise. “Oh shit!” Demetri hissed with wide eyes. “Miguel, what are they talking about?” Y/N asked him in a stern tone. Miguel knew that he couldn’t lie to her. “Johnny wanted me to go out with you so he could get your attention away from karate and the all valley.” Miguel told her which immediately broke Y/N’s heart into pieces. “So, you were just using me?” Y/N said looking at him nothing but hurt in her eyes. It was killing Miguel to see the hurt and betrayal in her eyes.
“Y/N.” Miguel said going to take her hand, but she stepped back from him. “I can’t believe you just used me!” Y/N said as tears started to flood her eyes. That hurt quickly turned into anger. “Robby was right about you.” Y/N said with anger in her voice. “Y/N I swear I didn’t want to- “Miguel said trying to explain but she quickly cut him off. “No!” Y/N snapped as tears started to run down her red cheeks.
“You stay the fuck away from me!” Y/N snapped at him and turned away from him. Miguel watched her walk away from him as tears started to fill his eyes.
Y/N has been in the weight room ever since she got to the dojo. She was using one of the punching bags. She was taking her anger out by punching the bag as hard as she could. She feels so stupid for falling right into Miguel and Johnny’s trap. She should’ve known it was all an act.
“Hey, Y/N.” She heard a familiar voice say her name. When she turned around, she saw Tory and Robby standing in the doorway. “Are you okay?” Robby asked her with concern in his voice. “You were right about Miguel.” Y/N told Robby. “What?” Tory asked with confusion. “He was just going out with me to distract me.” Y/N told them as kicked the bag with a back kick. “He’s a jerk. Just like my deadbeat dad.” Robby said with anger is his voice. “Well apparently it was his idea.” Y/N told him. “Don’t worry. We’ll kick their asses at the all valley.” Tory told her. Y/N just gave her a nod. “Is there anything you need? Anything we can do for you?” Robby asked her. “Yeah, just leave me alone.” Y/N told them and walked over towards the bench. Tory and Robby shared a look, but they knew not to argue so they walked away and did what she told them to do.
Y/N picked up her water bottle and took a big drink. She couldn’t help but keep thinking about what Miguel said to her. Everything that happened between them was all a lie. Everything he told her was a lie.
Y/N threw her bottle down onto the bench. She could feel her blood boiling. She walked back over to the punching bag and started to punch it as hard as she could. She could feel heat radiating off her. She was imagining that the bag was Miguel. She jumped up and kicked the bag as hard as she could which made her leg snap. She screamed out in pain as she hit the floor. Kreese ran into the room with Robby and Tory behind him.
“Shit, Y/N!” Tory said running over to her with Robby right behind her. Y/N held her leg in pain as tears streaming down her face. Tory knelt down next to her. “What the hell happened.” Kreese said walking over to his granddaughter. “I did a high kick and when I hit the bag my leg just snapped.” Y/N said as she cried in pain. “I think I broke it.” Y/N cried as Tory rubbed her back. “Shh calm down okay.” Kreese told her.
“You two stay with her and keep her calm. I’m going to go call 911.” Kreese told Tory and Robby and ran out of the room to his office to grab his phone.
Y/N was sitting in her living room with her leg elevated. She had a cast on her going all the way up to the top of her knee. Her grandfather is at the dojo so she’s all by herself. She didn’t break her leg entirely like she thought she did. She chipped her tibia. There was a knock at the door.
“It’s open.” Y/N called out as she kept her eyes on the television. “Hey.” Miguel said walking inside the house. “You shouldn’t be here.” Y/N told him in a stern tone not looking at him. “I don’t care.” Miguel told her shutting the door. “I needed to see you.” Miguel said walking closer to the couch. She figured Tory must’ve told him what happened
. “How long are you out for?” Miguel asked her with concern in his voice. “I’m out of the all valley.” Y/N told him finally looking over at him. “Y/N I- “Miguel started to say. “You and your sensei got what you wanted okay!” Y/N told him in a snappy tone as she glared at him. “Y/N, no! I didn’t want any of this to happen! You have to believe me!” Miguel told her in a pleading tone. “You need to leave.” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “Y/N, please.” Miguel said with a pleading look in his brown eyes. “Get out, now!” Y/N told him. “I’m not going to say it again!” Y/N told him as a warning.
Miguel let out a sigh and did what she told him to do. When the door closed Y/N went back to watching the tv. She wanted to believe Miguel, but something was pulling her away.
She could feel her eyes start to water so she quickly wiped her eyes. She’s done crying.
It was a week before the tournament and Y/N was able to go to the dojo and watch Tory train. With Y/N out Tory is the front runner to represent Cobra Kai in the girl’s portion of the tournament. Tory was having a private session with Kreese. “You are looking great Tory.” Kreese told her with a smile. “Thank you, sensei.” Tory said once she caught her breath. “I need to go make a call in my office.” Kreese told her and walked away and into his office.
Tory took a seat next to Y/N on the bench that was up against one of the walls. “He’s right. I think your definitely going to win.” Y/N told her. “I hope so.” Tory said. “How are you doing?” Tory asked her. “Alright. At least I’m able to leave the house.” Y/N told her with a shrug. “That’s great but I meant your whole thing with Miguel.” Tory said which confused Y/N. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked her with confusion in her voice. “Listen I know Miguel hurt me too when he kissed Sam at that party but ever since you guys broke up it’s like he’s completely just fallen apart. When I see him at school he’s moping.” Tory told her. Due to Y/N’s injury she’s forced to do school online. “You know Johnny. He will do anything to take us down. Maybe you should be directing most of your anger towards him instead of Miguel.” Tory told her.
“Alright Tory, back to work.” Kreese said walking back into the room. Tory stood up and walked towards Kreese. Y/N let out a sigh as she ran one of her hands through her hair. She knew that Tory was right. Maybe she should be blaming Johnny more than Miguel.
The tournament was just about to start. Y/N was able to find a seat in the front row. She had her crutches close to her just in case she needed to get up and do anything. She’s still so upset that she can’t fight. She feels like she’s letting her friends down, but more importantly she felt like she’s letting her grandfather down. When it’s just her and her grandfather in the room she can feel the anger from him. It’s always tense. She feels like he is resenting her for getting hurt. She feels like he wants to punish her for hurting herself. That’s why she’s really hoping Tory can pull out this win, so her grandfather doesn’t take out his anger on both of them.
“Hey, Y/N.” She heard a voice say which broke her out of her thoughts. When she looked up, she saw Johnny. “What do you want assface.” Y/N said in a snappy tone. “Yep, I deserve that name.” Johnny said with a sigh as he took a seat down next to her.
“I’m for what I made Miguel do. I shouldn’t have stooped that low.” Johnny told her. “No, you shouldn’t of.” Y/N said avoiding his eyes. “Don’t be mad at Miguel for my mistake.” Johnny told her which made her scoff. “And why shouldn’t I be?” Y/N asked. “Because he told me he has had feelings for you before I made him ask you out.” Johnny told her which took her by surprise. “What?” Y/N asked finally looking at him. “That’s why it didn’t work out with Sam. He realized that he doesn’t have feelings for her, but he has them for you.” Johnny told her. Y/N wants to believe him, but she’s scared that he is just trying to trick her again.
“Dad! Leave her alone.” They heard a voice say in a snappy tone. When they looked over, they saw Robby and Tory. They were giving Johnny a death glare. “Haven’t you put her through enough pain.” Tory told him in a snappy voice. “I really am sorry Y/N.” Johnny told her. He stood up and walked away from them.
“Another one of his fucking lies.” Robby said with anger in his voice. Y/N watched Johnny walk over to Miguel. “Yeah.” Y/N said in a soft tone.
Everything was going normal till it was Miguel going against Hawk. Miguel jumped up to do a kick, but he ended up falling down onto the mat yelling in pain because he hurt his back.
Miguel walked out of the nurse’s office to see Y/N sitting in one of the chairs. “Miguel! You’re okay!” Y/N said with relief in her voice. “Yeah, I um just pushed myself too hard.” Miguel told her sitting down on the chair next to her. “I obviously know how that feels.” Y/N said referring to her leg. “I’m sorry you got eliminated.” Y/N told him. “It’s alright. Hawk deserves the trophy more than I do.” Miguel told her.
“Was any of it real?” Y/N asked him. Miguel knew what she was talking about. He took one of his hands and put it into one of hers. He was surprised she didn’t pull away. “All of it was real. The more time I spent with you the more I fell for you.” Miguel told her. “I started to have feelings for her before all of this. I meant when I said forget our sensei’s.” Miguel said giving her hand a light squeeze. “When you agreed to go out with me, I realized that there is a shot that we can be together.” Miguel added looking deep into her eyes.
“I really like you; Miguel and I do want to be with you.” Y/N told him. “Me too.” Miguel told her. He leaned in and connected his lips with hers for a quick kiss.
“Was that, okay?” Miguel asked with nervousness in his voice which made Y/N giggle. “It’s perfect.” Y/N reassured him. She pulled him back in for another kiss.
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