Shows [Reverse Harem x Reader]

Forty

Your life as a housewife isn't bad.

Free food

Free house

All you have to do is take care of Dexter's baby son.

Harrison, or Harry as you’ve taken to calling him, is a sweet, curious toddler who seems to adore you.

He’s always reaching for you, babbling in his baby talk, and laughing when you make silly faces while reading him a bedtime story.

Life with Dexter Morgan is not as weird as you initially thought it would be.

In fact, it’s almost normal.

Well, as normal as life can be when you’re living with a vigilante serial killer who works as a blood spatter analyst for the Miami Metro Police Department.

However, the blessed peacefulness didn't last as Dexter was brought to the creepy place where he murdered his victims.

For you to murder the woman who has killed many pregnant women.

"I don't think I can commit such a thing," you explain nervously as Dexter makes you hold the knife.

"Why not? You told me you liked experiencing new things."

"Yes, new things as learning new hobbies or traveling, not murdering."

He steps closer to you. His gloved hand gently adjusts your grip on the knife, his touch cold and clinical.

"You don’t have to enjoy it," he says, his voice low and steady.

"She deserves to die."

Dexter grabs your hand tightly, pressing his body against yours from behind.

Which strangely feels sexual.

"Wait, are you enjoying this?" you ask, turning your head around to face him.

Dexter's expression remains impassive, a mask of calm.

"Enjoying?" he echoes, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion.

He slowly shifts his grip, guiding your hand closer to the bound woman.

Her eyes, wide with terror, reflect the flickering fluorescent light of the kill room.

The air is filled with the metallic smell of blood, a scent that Dexter has become intimately familiar with.

You stop your hand from moving down and murdering the woman.

"She handed herself in, I'm sure the justice system will deal well with her."

You try to get out of this situation, but Dexter seems to be insisting on you killing her.

The knife inches closer to the woman's chest, yet time seems to stop around you.

Even Dexter freezes.

"You are going to kill her, how disappointing, and here I thought you were a good girl."

Staring wide-eyed at Adam as he appears in the room.

You notice his fashion style is different, he isn't wearing a suit.

He is wearing casual clothes with bright colors.

"I wasn't going to kill anyone!"

You exclaim, pulling your hand away, and throwing the knife to the ground.

"I know, I was just joking with you; how can my precious (Y/n), who has a crush on Newt, ever harm a fly?"

You frown in confusion yet you remember something important.

"How did you know that I traveled to the Harry Potter Universe?"

"What are you speaking about? I teleported you to that universe for fun, it must have been a coincidence."

Now, you are becoming more suspicious of him.

"No, how did you KNOW about me and Newt?"

Castiel who is pretending to be Adam, finally drops his mask.

No, he doesn't reveal his identity.

"I was the one who teleported you to the Harry Potter Universe the first time."

"Wait, I didn't swallow the time turner?"

"No, I simply saw you choking on it and decided to experiment and transport you to that Universe."

"You knew and watched me all those years, Adam?!"

"Correction, I was stalking you."

He didn't lie to you.

Castiel and his twin knew you.

"So, the interview, I passed...?"

Your expression is filled with disgust at the idea of Adam being creepy.

Castiel stares you up and down before chuckling.

"Now, who would expect you to be an experiment for such a project? You look..."

Adam is stern, yes, but the way he voices out his next words makes your heart drop.

"...like you couldn’t find your way out of a paper bag, let alone handle the complexities of interdimensional travel, you are just a naive little girl."

Out of nowhere, you grab him by the front of his shirt, quickly replacing your sad expression with a cunning one.

"Says the one who is obsessed with the idea of me."