fell into his wife's arms

Living With Regrets - Part 10: A New Life

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Rebecca (OC), Clara Y/L/N (OC)

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: mention of character death, nightmares, nothing much just fluff.

Wordcount: 3100ish (short for this series yes but it is kinda a long epilogue so)

A/N: I can’t believe this series is over. It has been part of my mind for the past 4 or so months. I have grown so attached to these characters I find it very hard to let them go. Therefor I do also have a small surprise for y’all tomorrow at 4pm danish time/10am EST.. so stay tuned. 

Thanks to everyone who has commented, liked or send me asks about this series. You have no idea how much it has meant to me.

Thanks a billion to @blacktithe7 for being beta that she is! And thanks to her for being patient and listening to all my whining over this one.

No hate towards Danneel. Let’s just pretend she is happy with someone else. This is fiction.


Jensen, half awake, reached across the bed to pull Y/N back against him, but his hand landed on the empty mattress. Jensen let out a soft groan and forced his eyes open. The spot next to him was empty, but still warm. She couldn’t have been gone for long. Jensen pushed himself up to sit against the headboard, rubbing his eyes and trying to get used to the darkness in the room.

It didn’t take him long to spot her standing by the window. She was wearing the same top and pj boxers she had worn to bed last night, and Jensen instantly worried she would get cold. Still he stayed put for a while, just watching her, remembering all the nights she had woken up screaming from a nightmare. All the nights he had pulled her back down into the bed and held her as he listen to her tell him real and half real truths about the past. Michael might have been gone, but for a long time, he still haunted her dreams. He had even haunted Jensen’s for a while. His mind playing tricks on him as he watched both his girls being taken from him forever in his dreams.

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Happily Ever After 4/?

Felicity and Oliver continue to struggle and become foster parents. 

Thank you all so much for your kind words and likes!

I would like to give a special thanks to @wherethereissmoak for her help and support during this chapter. Thank you so so much!

I also want to thank to @almondblossomme for her proofing. I am so grateful for both of them! All chapters are available on AO3.

                                   4. The Importance of Friends

Oliver knew Felicity was trying to put on a brave face but he was well aware that she was sad. It was almost as though she was in mourning. She seemed to want to grieve in private and he wanted to respect her wishes but he felt so helpless.

To cheer her up, he thought he’d bring her Saturday Special from the cafe for lunch on Wednesday. He contacted her assistant and booked himself in for lunch. Felicity was in meetings all morning, so he hoped this would be a surprise.

Oliver swung by the cafe to pick up their orders and John was waiting for him.

“Hey man, how is everything going? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

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The Quiet Night

Sarah walks into the room after a long day. She sees Michael laying on the bed, a book in his hand, his back against the head rest. She walks into the bathroom without gaining Michael’s attention. After changing, she walks back into the room settling in bed; applying her lotion without making much conversation then finally, laying down in bed pulling the comforter over her. Michael still hadn’t looked at her, he was immersed in his book. She looked at him from where she lay, a smile on her lips seeing his concentration. She lay on her right side; facing Michael, her right hand laying palm up beside her face; showing the only ornament she wore; her wedding ring. She had a feeling Michael could see her from the corner of his eye, so she put her left hand in the space between them silently asking for Michael’s hand. She saw a small smile take his lips as he placed his left hand in hers, their hands fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. 

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TV personality Stephen Colbert attends HBO's official Emmy after party in The Plaza at the Pacific Design Center on Sept. 22, 2013 in Los Angeles.(Photo: Jeff Kravitz, FilmMagic)

The Colbert rapport. Joyous Emmy winner Stephen Colbert arrived at the AMC party near midnight with his wife, Evelyn McGee-Colbert. Colbert was such a hot guest that even Mad Men stars such as Jay R. Ferguson lined up in what he called “a receiving line” to praise the talk-show host. During their conversation, Colbert returned the favor by telling the Mad Men stars what a fan he is of the show, before jumping over to sit down with Emmy winner Anna Gunn of Breaking Bad for a deep conversation. But Colbert quickly returned to his wife, eliciting awws as he pulled out his iPhone to take a picture of her in the moody lighting. He then asked a waitress to bring over Champagne and fell into his wife’s arms. — Alexander USA Today

Katara looked him over head to toe, knowing that something happened, but dismissed it for now. “C’mon, sit.” She smiled, walking back into the bedroom, getting her daughter from her crib. As she walked to her little girl, Kya started giggling. “Daddy’s here, and I bet you want to see him too, huh?” Once she had her daughter on her side she headed back to Zuko.

“It’s fine. To see you now is the best thing that could happen.” She raised, kissing his cheek. Her eyes scanned over his face, spotting the scar on his forehead. She moved his hair to get a better look at his newer scar. “What happened?”

Zuko limped over to the cozy-looking sofa, but stopped once Katara returned. His heart melted at the sight of his daughter. She was so much bigger, she’d matured so much since he’d seen her last– and he was missing all of that. He wouldn’t dwell on that, though– not now. As she kissed his cheek simply, he melted once more; he’d been without a gentle or affectionate touch for three months. After her inquiry, he fell into her arms, wrapping his arms around both his daughter and wife.

“I missed you both so, so, so much– you wouldn’t believe it,” Zuko murmured. He’d been sleeping even less than usual, and his eyelids when they shut felt glued. “Don’t worry about that, it’s no big deal,” he excused, wanting anything but to divulge the truth, praying that their intimacy wouldn’t have her detecting his scent he knew he carried, but became immune to smelling. He pulled away slightly, trying to fight the tears of relief that threatened to spill. He smiled widely at the baby, cupping her little face, “You’re so big now, sweetheart,” Zuko cooed. “Daddy misses you, and loves you, and wants to be with you, and thinks about you all the time,” he whispered gently. “You’ve gotten so big; I’m so proud of you.”

It’s only been a couple of hours since their bundle if joy arrived into the world. After 12 hours of intense labor, they both agreed that it was totally worth it.

They finally got to meet their-son.

Castle is perched on the visitors chair beside becketts bed cradling the new born, in their private hospital room. He went all out with expenses to make sure his wife and son get well taken care of on their 48 hour stay. “Well i’ve got to admit it, beckett.” Castle whispered over to his wife, whom is fighting off a wave of sleep.

“You and I, we make one hell of a baby. He’s going to have to beat the girls off with a stick when he’s in kindergarden.”

“Ye, i guess he inherited his moms good looks.” She teases.

“Nonsense,” he quietly huffs. “he’s ruggedly handsome like his daddy, arent you tiger.” He joked, as he cradled their sons tiny hand in his shovel like palm.

“Look at his hands, theyre so tiny, beckett. Look how small he is. i could fit him in my pocket.” Castle was in awe with his new born son. It was love at first sight.

“Ye, well he didnt feel so small when i was pushing him out of me.” She winced.

“Awh come on, he was totally worth it.” he looks over at her and gives her one of his dazzling smiles. He was bursting with pride.

“I’m so proud of you.” He whispers to her. “You did great. And i’m not just saying that. You’re going to be an epic mom.” He threw her a wink.

“Will you two get over hear already,” she was tearing up. It was the hormones. She was an emotional wreck. “I miss you guys already.” She started blubbering words into her pillow as tears streamed down her face.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok honey,” he assured her. “i’ll bring him over right now.”
Castle thought this side to kate was adorable.

“Come on, buddy. lets go cheer mommy up.” He whispered into his sons ear.

And right there on the tiny single bed in room 147 of hospital wing B, his wife and son fell asleep in his arms. A place he would have never imagined he’d be seven years ago with kate beckett. He was the happiest guy on the planet.

"Bad dream" (Xibalba and La Muerte drabble)

“Bad Dream.”

A request by devildog452 ^_^ I hope you like it.

Xibalba found himself in La Muerte’s castle, he held a smile holding a bouquet of dead roses to suprise his wife. He walked up to her chamber door putting out his hand to knock until he heard laughter behind it. He raised a brow destinictly hearing his wife’s laughter along with a deep laugh. He blinked wondering who is inside her room, she never lets anyone in except for him. He wrapped his hand around the handle insticitvly and pushed the door open.
His eyes widened finding his wife in the arms of anouther man.
The candle-maker.
The bouquet fell to the floor finding the two of them seperate with flushed faces.

“What is going on here?!” he demanded, his anger suddenly beginning to boil as he walked up to La Muerte who held a smile as if nothing had happened. She shrugged.

“What do you think?” she asked almost mocking him taking the candle-maker by the arm. “I found someone much better than a tar-faced loser like you.”

“What?” his face fell at the words coming out of his wife’s mouth, can he even call her that anymore?The Candle-maker took La Muerte’s hand into his massive one.

“Yup! sorry man, but you ain’t good enough for her anymore.” The Candle-maker bubbled holding a large grin. “Me and her, we have somethin special, we both love humanity! and you-” he rolled his wrist at him methotically trying to think of the right word. “…don’t, so! by the power vested in me, you two are no longer married and by me, me and La Muerte are!” he exclaimed clapping his hands together conducting a loud boom. Xibalba wings slanted down as his arms fell in disbelif as his wife cheered excitedly for having ended her marriage with him, jumping into the arms of her new lover. Xibalba felt his breath begin to quicken making him stumble back, he was having a panic attack, it did’it make sense! what did he do wrong to make her leave him for that overweight piece of cloud! He thought angerily. This can’t be happening, it can’t, they always got though their arguments for centuries!

“Oh, Candy~” his wife cooed gently running her fingers up the candle-maker’s beard. Xibalba placed his hands on his head, not beliving what he was hearing and seeing. His wife turned the Candle-maker’s head towards her, his ruby lips puckered slightly as she leaned in and-

“No!” he yelled sitting up in bed, thrashing in the covers. He found himself in a large room, different from his own until he realized he was in his wife’s bed. He looked beside him to find his wife sleeping peacefully next to him. He let out a sigh of relif, running his hand down his face, wiping off the cold sweat. He was breathing heavily that he clutched onto his chest thinking that he might have a heart attack. He closed his eyes slowing his breathing down.

“Just a dream, just a dream…” He repeatedly whispered over and over again. He suddenly felt a wave of anger overcome him wanting to throatle the candle maker’s fat neck, even though the kiss never happened but the wave of anger was quickly replace with a sense of fear from that dream, was it a glance into the future? Was she really going to leave him? He wanted to shake it off, but the thought invaded his mind refusing to leave that he began to shake uncontrollably.
La Muerte stirred feeling the sudden vibration, she slowly opened her eyes to find her husband shaking. She let out a small gasp going to his side.

“Balby? Balby what’s the matter?” She asked urgently placing a hand on his shoulder. Immeditatly his shaking stopped feeling his wife’s touch he turned to her completely placing his hands on her shoulders making her look at him in the eyes which was wide with fright.

“La Muerte, you love me right?” He asked. She blinked at him from the sudden question. “Right?!” He asked again hearing no immediate reply.

“Y-yes! Of course, of course I love you!” She answered placing a hand on his cheekbone seeing his eyes close in relif. “Balby? What happened? Why are you asking me this?”

“I-I…” He stammered, not sure how to tell her.

“Balby, your scaring me…” She admitted with a shaky voice. “Tell me what’s wrong.” She begged.

“I had a dream-” he answered with his head low as his voice shook. “T-that you…l-left me, for that…that candle maker!”

She placed a hand over her mouth, the ends of her lips twitching upward as he continued.

“Y-you said you didit love me anymore and that you and candlemaker got married and well, I know it sounds unbelivable but-!”

His wife suddenly let out snort, letting out a set of giggles. His brow raised as his mouth went into a scowl finding his wife laughing at him.

“This isn’t funny! It’s serious!” He whined, crossing his arms seeing tears run down her face unable to stop her laughing.

“I-I know!” She laughed, wiping her tears. “I know! it-it is very serious!” She echoed with a smile, she takes a breath stopping herself as she place a hand back on his shoulder in comfort.

“Oh Balby, I am not laughing at you…I am laughing at the absurdity that I would ever marry the candle maker.” She let out a anouther laugh, imagining herself in a relationship with him, she only sees him as a. big child. Xibalba gave her frown taking her hand off his shoulder as he held it giving it a squeeze.She takes anouther breath fighting off anouther set of giggles as she looked at him in the eyes. “I would never leave you.” She promised, she leaned in giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. He let out a sigh, content with the answer watching her pull away.

“Really, my love?” He asked, peering into her eyes. “I would die without you…”

She gave him a small smile. “And I would die without you, that is how much I love you.” She said.
She let out a small squeak as he embraced her, his arms wrapped around her tightly and protectively as if making sure she was there. She rested her chin on his shoulder feeling him bury his face into her hair. Her eyes soften as she place her hand on his back feeling his shoulders bounce slightly.

“Oh Balby….you don’t need to cry.” She whispered gently. “I’m not going anywhere…”