Prompted by: Anonymous
Prompt: Imagine that you have a relationship with Chris that you have to keep secret; Wyatt finds out and holds it over you and Chris as leverage.
Pairing: Chris/Reader
POV: Second
Characters: Chris Halliwell, Reader, Wyatt Halliwell
Originally published 26 December 2018
You walk through the door to your apartment, wanting only to relax after a long day at work, and find yourself smiling when you see your boyfriend Chris leaning against the kitchen counter waiting for you. Boyfriend isn't quite the right term: he's also your Whitelighter, a kind of guardian angel for witches and future Whitelighters—and Whitelighters aren't supposed to fall in love with their charges. Your relationship is forbidden, and you have to keep it a secret from the rest of his family and the Elders.
You toss your keys, coat, and bag onto the living room floor just beside the door and walk over to him, wrap your arms around him and kiss him. "Hey," you greet him when you pull back. "What's up?"
He doesn't return your smile, but he does straighten a little and hold your body against his. "I just wanted to see you."
For a moment you're content to just stand there, enjoying the heat of him and the way he feels against you. He's all slender and lean muscle, shaggy dark brown hair and pale jade-green eyes—and this close to him, flames of desire start to lick at your skin.
As appealing as just curling up on the couch with a book to relax had sounded, suddenly you have a much better idea for how you want to unwind.
You slip your hands under the hem of his shirt, rise up on your toes to better reach his neck—one spot you know he likes. Behind you, you dimly hear the sound of faint bells—a jingle, maybe? chimes?—but it doesn't fully register until Chris's whole body tenses as if he's staring at something (or someone) behind you.
"Wyatt."
You step back, whirl around to see Wyatt Halliwell, the Twice-Blessed, standing there glaring at the two of you with his arms folded over his chest. His hazel eyes skip right over you to focus on your Whitelighter. "What are you playing at, Chris?" he demands. "You know it's against the rules."
Chris barks out a short, dry laugh. "That's rich, considering everything our parents went through." His grip tightens possessively around your waist.
Wait, what? Chris is half witch? And Wyatt's brother? Why didn't he tell me?! you think.
You're jerked out of your thoughts by Wyatt's voice: "She's your charge, Chris. And if you don't break it off, I'll go to the Elders."
Chris tenses up even further. "You wouldn't."
Wyatt's expression is cool, hard, and a shiver runs down your spine as you remember just how powerful he's supposed to be and the reputation he has. Then he flashes a wolfish grin. "Try me." A second later, he shrugs, his tone casual: "Or…"
Chris doesn't let him finish. He flicks his free hand, and his older brother vanishes in a swirl of blue-white orbs. The instant Wyatt is gone, Chris turns back to you and wraps his arms around you, rests his chin on top of your head. "He's not going to like that I did that. And we need to go."
"But what about—" you start to say.
"We'll take care of it, okay?" Chris assures you. "But he'll be back once he gets over the shock of me remote orbing him, so we really do need to go."
"Where?"
"Somewhere I have in mind that Wyatt doesn't know about—and it's warded so he can't track my orb trail or scry for me." Chris steps back from you, holds out his hand. "Do you trust me?"
Of course you do. Looking up at him, you nod once and reach for his hand.
Seconds later you've dissolved into cyan orbs alongside your Whitelighter and left the apartment far behind.