I am in such a happy mood right now; I think some fluff is in order! :D Now, I usually never write any slash (besides that very light Tick Tock one) but the idea has been nagging me for a few days, so I had to listen to the nag and write this. And, in my opinion, everything is better in threes.

Enjoy!

I've been so blind, so utterly oblivious to everything. The sudden act of caring, the gifts and letters, and most of all, the tolerance for my friends and I. Why didn't I see these signs before? I thought of it at first as another scheme for me to go by his side, but that one night, and that one gift…it was beautiful. Sure, it was a simple golden chain with an emerald attached to it, but the way it sparkled in the light, it was absolutely breathtaking.

And then it hit me.

I'm so stupid for not noticing this before. He just doesn't want me to be his son; he never wanted it at all! He wants something so much deeper, passionate even. The thing he's wanted for twenty years, but never received. I never expected him to care about me so much. Something must have snapped in his head to slowly inch his way towards me. He never seemed to have an ounce of emotion in him every time I was beaten, bloody, and bruised. Then one night, I couldn't even move I was in so much pain. What surprised me the most was that he came to me and took me to his home and fixed me up right; whispering sweet little nothings into my ear. He never left my side that day, he stayed late into the night, holding me close like a small child and peppering my skin with feathery butterfly kisses.

I really thought he lost it, I thought he became more of a deranged fruit loop than he already was. But as the days rolled by, everything seemed different to me. New feelings replaced old, new emotions came into play, making me feel as if I were floating with every step I took. I was seeing everything in a new light, my friends and family took notice into this. I was always so lost in my own little world, daydreaming pleasantly about my future, what I wanted it to be like. Funny thing really, Sam was never in any of them, I had no family with her, nothing!

All that seemed to be there was a cold winter night; the snow was falling gently, casting a beautiful scene on the clear sky, the moon full and bright. I sat by a fire with a mug in my hand, the steam emitting a delightful smell of chocolate that teased my nose. Next he would come into the picture, with a large fleece blanket in his hands, sitting next to me and wrapping us up in it tight, holding me close. We'd sit there for what seemed to be hours at end, just watching the fire, listening to the wood crackle and split, lost in the flames hypnotizing dance. We'd stay there until the ashes gave off a soft glow, and drift off into a peaceful slumber, feeling as if we were the only two human beings left on the planet.

It always ended that way, I never knew why, but every time it left me feeling warm inside, always happy. I wonder if he felt the same way, the butterflies stirring in my stomach, making me nervous and weak-kneed whenever he visited. He would always throw me glances, and give out small hints that flew over my head.

But now, I finally realized, after all this time of ignoring these new feelings, how he was always in my dreams, and when I looked at him I always felt like a little puppy dog. All this time of being so oblivious, I was developing feelings for the one person I never thought I would.

Vlad Masters.