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discount-shades · 1 year

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Sleepy Baby Part 4

a/n: Part 4 got split into 2 because it was too long.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 900 ish

Summary: Jake gets many things to think about.

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You groan in confusion. Something is ringing and it takes time for your half asleep brain to recognize that it is your phone. You reach for it blindly and open your eyes enough to make sure you are hitting the green accept button before answering with a mumbled hello.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” Jake's voice is altogether too chipper for you. “Did I wake you?”

You just groan back. “What time is it?”

“It is just after 9:00.” You could hear the smile in his voice. It figures that he was a morning person. “The morning is almost over, how did you sleep?”

“Not long enough,” you tell him. “It’s a bold move to call someone in the morning on a Saturday, I need my beauty sleep.” You can hear him laughing through the phone and it makes you smile even though you haven't had your morning coffee.

“You’re already beautiful.” He sounds positively giddy. “And we have to plan our date tonight.”

“I’m seriously reconsidering it,” you say, groaning as you stretch. “I didn't know you were a morning person, it might be a deal breaker for me.”

“Nonsense, you are just saying that because you can’t hit me with a pillow for waking you up.” His voice lowered. “If I was there I would have a much better way to wake you.”

“I’m not awake enough for that kind of talk.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “I was thinking you would pick the dress code and I would plan the activities.”

You frown, your brain still feels sluggish, “What if I pick a ball gown and you plan a day hiking? I can’t hike in heels.”

“What?” You can hear the confusion in his voice. “No, you tell me what you are going to wear and I will match you and plan an activity based on what we will be wearing.”

“Oh,” you can hear him laughing. “Shut up, I'm still half asleep. So if I said evening gown what kind of night would I be in for.”

“Me in my dress whites at the fanciest restaurant I can get a reservation at.” You can hear the sound of him shifting through the phone. “Honestly that will be the toughest one to swing.”

“What about a bathing suite,” you ask.

“San Diego has lots of beaches.”

“If I dress like a cowboy?”

“Have you ever rode a horse?” He asks.

“No, but it could be fun.” You tell him, “I have cowboy boots.”

“Let's save that one for a later date.”

“What about if it was business casual?” You are trying to think about other modes of dress.

There is a brief pause, “I’ll have to get back to you on that one.”

“An Indiana Jones costume?”

“Museum, or a historical site.”

“A Miss Frizzle costume?”

“The science center.”

“What about—.”

Jake cuts you off abruptly. “You are just listing Halloween costumes you have in your closet aren't you?”

“Yeah, and you are right it's probably best we save the role play for another day,” you agree. “What if I wear lingerie?”

Jake inhales sharply and you grin. “I will not know if you wear lingerie,” he sighs, “because I am a gentleman and you are a lady and it is our first date, but thank you for the visual.”

“Ok, just wanted to make sure you have something to think about.” Teasing Jake has woken you up and you are looking forward to later today. “How about I wear the standard jean shorts and a t-shirt to keep our options open for the date.”

“Ok, I will plan for that, do you want to meet me there? I can pick you up so where we are going will be a surprise, but I don’t know if you are comfortable giving me your address yet.” He sounds hesitant and unsure, not wanting to overstep and you roll your eyes. Five minutes ago the man was suggesting he would wake you up with sex if he was here.

“Jake, we spoke for a half hour over two months ago and you stalked every library in San Diego until you found me, and I still gave you my number, I'll text you my address, surprise me.”

After finalizing your plans for the afternoon you stop Jake before he hangs up the phone. “You know, Jake, I’m impressed.”

“Why?” He already knows you well enough to have a slightly suspicious tone in his voice at your cheeky statement.

“We have been on the phone for well over ten minutes now.” You can't stop the grin on your face. “You know I am still in bed and you haven't once asked what I’m wearing.”

His voice sounds strained when he responds. “Kisses, I’m a gentleman.”

“Sure you are,” you agree blithely. “Just so you know it's an oversized university t-shirt with bleach marks and a big chocolate ice cream stain from when I fell asleep watching Bridgerton.” You quickly add, “don’t worry I didn’t get any ice cream on the couch.”

“I am relieved to hear that,” he deadpans. “Your upholstery was my greatest concern.”

“I knew it would be, I am also wearing rainbow unicorn shorts that are way too big and fall off when I’m walking if I don’t tie them tight enough, they also have pizza stains from when I dropped pizza on my lap.” You can hear him laughing. “I just wanted to give you a visual,” you say. “You know, give you something to think about.”

“Goodbye Kisses,” he laughs, “I’ll see you later.” You smile to yourself after saying your own goodbyes. Talking to Jake was worth the early morning wake up call.

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nocasdatsgay · 9 days

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Blessing of Spring

(A Spring Time Affairs mini fic)

@tamlinweek Day 1 Heir of Spring

Implied Pairing: Tamlin/OC |Rating: G | Word Count: 1090

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Warnings: a child?

Summary: Tamlin rushes out when he hears his son screaming from his office. He finds the young heir in a predicament.

A/N: This can be read as a standalone. A case study on Daddy!Tamlin if you will.

There were very few things that terrified Tamlin anymore. Not after the ordeal under the mountain and the years after. The day Lucien and subsequently Elain, was abducted by Koschei was one. He would never forget the panic of Rhysand’s in his head explaining what happened. And the help he needed. That day was so long ago, Tamlin no longer had nightmares about it, thank the mother.

When he married Flora was another. He still didn’t understand for months how she could agree to be his wife. He buried his fears but he also waited on bated breath for her to change her mind. It took a lot of healing to move past it. Watching his son being born was also terrifying but in the best way possible.

But he had to admit, out of all of it, hearing his three year old son screaming like he was being murdered was the worst of them all.

Tamlin could hear him outside from his office. He nearly threw the door off the hinges, frantically trying to get to him. He paused for a second, listening for which end to go, forgetting the layout of his own home. He went right, sprinting down the hall and following it around the corner. He kept running, the halls shockingly empty. Did everyone go to his son? He finally found the door that led out to the gardens. As he flung open the door he almost ran into Elain.

“Thank goodness, I was coming to get you-“

“Where is he?” The words came out harsher than intended.

“With Flora.” She pointed to the right. “He shifted and-“

He didn’t give her time to finish. He ran around the house and found them near the fountain. His son's incoherent screams turned into a chant.

“Papa!” His son wailed through loud tears. “Papa please!”

Tamlin froze at the sight before him. His poor wife, kneeling and holding their son against her while he cried. Flora was obviously doing her best to soothe him. But that wasn’t what had Tamlin frozen in place. His son looked up at him with his red rimmed green eyes.

“Papa- won’t- go!” was all he could understand.

His poor boy had grown antlers out of his head. Tamlin also could see the end of a tail coming out his pants, the tip poofy with fur. In a blink, Tamlin closed the distance, kneeling beside Flora. He pulled the back of his son's trousers down, just enough to free the tail.

“Oh Ez,” Tamlin muttered, still a little shocked.

His boy’s sobs turned to sniffles as, squirmed out of his mother’s grasp and went to Tamlin. He lifted him up against his chest holding him tight.

“I don’t like it,” Ez buried his face against his fathers chest. “I don’t like it papa!”

Tamlin made eye contact with Flora. She looked worse for wear, hair frizzled and the top of her dress soaked in their baby boy’s tears.

“He was playing with the other children and- I don’t know what happened.” Flora explained. “He can’t make them disappear. I told him you could fix it but he wouldn’t budge.”

Tamlin rubbed his hand along Ez’s back trying to comfort him. Flora gestured to the stones- the they had crushed, little claw marks embedded in them. He nodded in understanding.

“Ez,” he whispered gently. “I’m going to put you down alright?”

“No!” He screamed and clung tighter. Claws Tamlin didn’t know were present on his hands dug into his shoulders.

“Sunshine,” Tamlin whispered. “You’re going to have to stand so I can help you. I need to see to make them go away.”

His son whimpered into his chest. It took a few more minutes of coaxing but he finally let go. Now standing, Tamlin assessed the damage. Claws on his hands, his shoes were destroyed with paws and more claws coming out of them. Thankfully other than the antlers and tail, he looked normal.

“You’re so brave Ez. I’m going to make them go away but you have to be still. Do you need mama to help?”

“No papa.”

Tamlin reached out and hovered his hands over the horns. Using his shapeshifting magic, he shrunk them. Ez ended up squirming, Flora moved behind him just in case she needed to hold him. Tamlin moved to the tail next since he knew how uncomfortable that was from experience. He straightened the pants on him once it was gone. Finally, he retracted the claws and fixed his feet.

“Let’s get these off, hm?” He said and gently pulled off the ruined shoes.

“Can you fix it?” Ez said through little gasps.

“I’m not sure.” That made Ez let out a screaming wail. “We can try. Ez, look at me.” He said gently. He still cried but looked at his father. “I will do my best. If I can’t fix it, I will get you a new pair.”

Ez nodded solemnly. Flora moved back around beside Tamlin and pulled out a handkerchief.

“Can mama wipe your face?” She asked. Ez nodded and she gently wiped up the tears and snot. “All better. You did so good for papa. Do you want to go back and play?”

“My shoes,” he whimpered, pointing at them.

“I think you can play in the dirt with your bare feet just this once,” Tamlin smiled at him. “But you can’t fight your mama or Lainy during bath time.”

“Okay papa.”

It was as if nothing had happened, the giddiness returned and he ran off to join the other children again a few yards away. Flora let out a heavy sigh and leaned against her husband.

“How often did this happen when you were a youngling?” She asked, taking his hand in her own.

Tamlin slumped back onto his feet, unable to reply. Too often. He wanted to say. The Blessing of Spring was a curse for him as an Heir. Too often and each time was met with punishment or disdain. His brothers alone tormented him into shifting on purpose. Then when he was older, his own father would force him to shift just to prove himself. Flora seemed to realize he was in his head; she squeezed his hand.

“You were so good with him,” she added. “He knew you’d take care of him, Tam. You're a good father.”

He watched his son chase another youngling in the distance, carefree and giggling. A stark contrast to his own childhood. He squeezed her back, a silent agreement that she was right.

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scryarchives · 8 months

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

chaos has ensued in the city, and this villain has no intention of letting up. when all felt lost, a new hero showed up, much to jaime's surprise.

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– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers, tw: mentions of blood

– author's note: created an absolutely new character for this chapter, and i discovered that i have no idea how to write fight scenes well. disclaimer: i don't speak Spanish, Nahuatl or Tamil so please do correct me if i am wrong! read more under the cut! :)

“Mierda, this looks messy,” Jaime winced at the sight below him where a figure stood, her hands spread out as people screamed around her.

“Khaji, what’s the situation like so far?”

“It appears the woman has psychosomatic illusions,” Jaime’s brows furrowed. “Psychosomatic illusions; the user can cast illusions powerful enough to–”

“Cause physical effects and injuries, I know what that means, Khaji. I took pre-law, I know what quantum physics is.”

The hero flew downwards, to where the villain stood, her laughter cackling in a twisted way. Her hair was frizzled and messy, a messily dyed lab coat over her shoulders as goggles covered her crazed eyes. She slammed a mace onto the roof of a now-abandoned car.

Snapping her fingers, the mace disappeared, sparkles remaining in its place.

“Come on! You are all so pathetic, don’t you all wanna play?” She hollered, waving her hands as a hatchet materialised in her hands, aiming it towards a poor civilian who saw his life flash before his eyes.

“Hey, that’s not playing nice,” Blue Beetle quipped, the handle of the hatchet in his hands, blade inches away from the middle of the civilian’s forehead.

Quickly, the hero tilted his head back at the civilian, who instantly ran out of range, seeking safety. The Blue Beetle raised his arm, aiming the weapon back at the villain, but before he could throw the hatchet, it disappeared, vanishing into thin air.

“And who are you supposed to be?” She sneered, her eyes narrowing with a huff.

“The name’s Blue Beetle, but you look like… a mad scientist?”

“Oh, you’re so observant!” Her expression morphed into one of enjoyment, the woman hopping down from the roof of a car, watching as the hero formed light blasters from his wrists.

Her eyes lit up in a warped sense of joy, a gasp of interest escaping her. Shaking her shoulders, she cracked her neck, eyes trained on the hero who had just entered the scene.

“I can tell, you’re gonna be so fun to play with!”

Without a second to spare, gauntlets formed around her wrists and the former scientist lunged in Blue Beetle’s direction. Swiftly, the light blasters disappeared, a shield forming around the hero’s figure instead. His forearms held up in self-defence out of instinct despite the glowing shield.

“Ohoho! You’re good!” She hissed, pressing harder against the armour. “I can’t wait to squash you!”

Blue Beetle grunted, pushing back against the villain, a yelp escaping her.

“No thanks, I’d like to be back for dinner in one piece,” He replied, the shield dissipating around him.

With a new sword forming in his hands, Blue Beetle aimed his sword in the woman’s direction, her gauntlets forming an ‘X’ shape and bringing the sword to a halt. The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air before the woman replaced her gauntlets with a larger axe, moving out of the way just as the sword landed.

Moment after moment, blow after blow, the two figures were face-to-face once again before her weapon changed shape back into the gauntlets, her hands raised and colliding with the Beetle’s mask.

He let out a cry, punch after punch landing. He tried his best to fight back, but he could feel himself stumbling back. Memories flooded his mind as he was soon trapped in the corner, down on his rear and his forearms brought up to defend himself.

Jaime thanked whatever higher power that his armour was stronger than it looked, wincing at the injuries that would leave a bruise tomorrow.

“Say goodnight, Bug Boy!” The woman hissed, her arm raised higher than any of the previous punches before, zoning in directly onto his skull.

Jaime closed his eyes, waiting for the impact, waiting for the hard material to break open his armour, waiting to feel the metal crash into his skull.

But a shriek of pain filled the air, his eyes snapping open in alarm. He glanced upwards, finding the villain above him hissing in pain. A sharp, black blade glinted in the sunlight, lodged in the woman’s upper arm, the item set aflame.

Crimson blood trickled down the villain’s bicep, her gaze trained on her bleeding arm as anger filled her veins.

“Not on my watch!” Another voice cut in, both their heads snapping to the source.

A glare was settled on his saviour’s face, bushy ebony locks tied into a ponytail as a headpiece of gold and feathers were positioned into a fan-shape and tucked into her hair. Red face paint was splashed across her eyes, white paint lined in dots across her nose bridge.

Baggy pants that were cream white covered her legs until mid-knee, and a similar-coloured strip of cloth underneath the gold belt allowed anyone to see the contrast of the vibrant feathers beneath the gold of the belt against the cloth.

Donning red boots, the colour of her footwear complimented the gold arm cuffs that covered her upper arms, the gold of her outfit presenting itself in her circle-shaped necklace and belt sparkling in the sun. Her wrapped fists were clenched, and red flames enveloped her hands as she marched in their direction.

“Back off the guy, xinola,” She hissed, pulling a feather from her headpiece, and aiming it at the mad scientist above the beat-up hero.

As soon as the flame made contact with the feather, the material hardened up, turning shiny and sharp, just like obsidian.

“Another rival? My day just got made,” The woman hissed, pulling herself off of the Blue Beetle, gritting her teeth in partial anticipation.

“I thought this guy would be a pest, but you just might be on the same level of annoying as the one he’s on because now you’ve made me mad,” She grunts, pulling the shard out of her arm, yet the flame on her lab coat remained.

“What’s your name, peṇ?” The new woman narrowed her eyes, a smile gracing her lips. “I’d like to know the name of the first villain I’ve fought in this city.”

“Phantom,” She spat, her gauntlet-clad fists balling up. “The name’s Phantom. You must be a riot at parties.”

“How’d you know?” Phantom scoffed, eyes widening once she spotted a flame being slung her way.

“The dramatic entrance says wonders.”

“Well, Phantom,” The fire woman smiled, the fire in her hands growing larger. “I hope that you’re fire-proof.”

Before Phantom could make a comment, the flame that caught on her labcoat sparked into a blaze, grazing against her open wound and catching onto the open flesh.

She let out a howl of pain, her cheeks puffing up to blow out the flame, yet it persisted, the flame growing larger with the clench of the new hero’s fists. Phantom’s cries grew louder and louder, her uninjured arm now clutching the one that was set ablaze, her arm limp and rendered useless.

Phantom let out another hiss, eyeing the woman spitefully as the Blue Beetle’s eyes widened, pulling himself up from his behind.

The new woman glared, Phantom sneering as she formed an orb with her uninjured hand. Lifting it above her head, she slammed the item into the ground in front of her with a crash, smoke enveloping her figure.

The Blue Beetle’s saviour dashed towards the smoke, eyes wide in realisation. Yet, when the smoke cleared, she was gone without a trace, like a ghost.

“I really did not think that through… so much for that,” She muttered, turning to see the armour-clad hero behind her.

“You alright?”

Jaime’s brows furrowed under his helmet, confusion running through his mind. Khaji-Da’s voice resonated through his head, but nothing registered.

“Who are you?” He mumbled, a smile growing on the woman’s features once more.

“The name’s Solar Flare, but Flare works just fine,” She raised her hand out to the hero, and an image flashed through Jaime’s mind, his new neighbour standing before him with her own hand raised as well.

Drea?

Unsure or not on whether Khaji had placed the thought in his mind, or whether he was seeing things, he slowly raised his own arm up.

Hesitation filled his gut as he held back the urge to ask her questions, to interrogate her and find out the true reason for who she was, if she was even the same person as his new neighbour.

“Blue Beetle,” He slurred, their hands meeting. “I, uh, I had it, but thanks.”

“You sure had it alright,” She joked, her smile dropping temporarily. “Sorry, too soon?”

“No, no it’s fine. Where uh, where you from?”

“‘Scuse me?” She tilted her head with genuine confusion.

“You mentioned that it was your first time fighting a villain in this city earlier,” He mentioned, clearing his throat. “I mean, I just overheard from the fight with Phantom.”

“Oh yeah, I moved from Metropolis, but hey, that’s another story for another time.”

Her grin was so childish, so carefree and warm, Jaime almost envied her for her overall aura before realising that she did only appear towards the end of the battle. His head still reeled from the events earlier, brushing off Khaji-Da’s comments on improving his fighting form regardless of being the host of the scarab for the past few months.

Suddenly, a soft beeping rang out, Jaime perking up quickly in case the source of the noise was a threat. Quickly, Flare placed a hand on her ear, and the blue-clad hero realised that it was her earpiece emitting the noise.

Solar Flare then lowered her hand, smiling over at Jaime apologetically.

“I gotta go, but sorry about the whole fight intrusion thing, by the way,” She shrugged, running backwards. “I really do believe that you almost had it. Better luck next time! See ya around, Blue Beetle!”

With a jump, fire blazed out of her hands, and the new hero flew off, Jaime’s jaw slack with shock as he registered the slim possibility of the woman being his neighbour, the same neighbour that hung around his family constantly.

If his ego allowed it, he would’ve agreed with Khaji-Da that this woman truly could be a danger.

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neonlight2 · 10 months

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*Nyx Flamel Backstory*

Warning: blood (nothing to graphic) and pregnancy

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It was raining…

So hard, that each drop that hit the glass of the many window mimicked that of pebbles falling on steel. The wind had grew ravenous as a starved dog, howling and thrashing against any surface that came within its path. All other life had grown silent, hiding in hopes that the weather would soon pass and leave their homes in some reasonable form.

A man, frail in stature and pale in color, however, was up and about as ever. He had little worry, lost to his youth which had left him many decades ago. Now, with his mostly white, frizzled hair decorated with thin lines of brown, his mind raced faster than his feet. Bare as the day he was born, they touched the cold stone floor in order to keep him awake, for it had been days since he’d slept.

Grabbing the fourth—and seemingly the last— bottle of crushed gold he had in his possession, the man poured the remainder of the shiny dust into the cauldron frothing with fog. There was an intense aroma about the room; one he had become immune to. The smell had numbed his nose the fifth time he’d come across it, yet he knew that all was right just based upon the liquid’s complexion. Rich, and thick— the mixture moved smoothly and gave off a purple hue until faced with natural light. In the suns rays, or in this case, lightening’s flash, it glistened a deep scarlet.

For a moment he could feel his knees buckle; he had been too indecisive with this batch. The alchemist knew he should have made it a week earlier, but he had truly thought of letting go this time. And no matter how much his conscious scolded him, calling out his cowardice to face death, Nicholas Flamel could not help his instincts. Nor could he stop the giddiness bubbling in his stomach as he imagined that same flavor on his tongue. The taste of life.

Moreover, when he went to scoop up the first vial— he’d only made enough for two this time due to his negligence toward his ingredients— he was started by an abnormal banging on his door. At first he merely flinched, believing it to be the storms’ rage, but he could not ignore it after noticing a pattern.

The moment his mind registered the sequence within the dulling taps, he realized what they truly were…

Tap. tap. tap.

Someone was knocking.

He hissed as he felt immeasurable heat seeping into his hand. It would seem the vial was full, now overflowing. Dealing with the feeling a little longer, he sealed the vile tight with a charmed cork to which only he could remove, before he finally set it on his working bench.

Rushing over to the various plants growing in the open, cracked floor in the left corner of the room, he plucked a ripe bud from a vine and squashed its insides onto the inevitable burn. It’s sure to leave a scar, Nicholas thought as he rushed to the door.

Taking a deep breath, the man yanked it open to reveal something— someone he would have never conjured up in his millennia of thoughts.

A woman was crouched against the steps of his home, holding herself up only by the frame. She was wheezing, and soaked in rain and sweat— no doubt from a ruthlessly growing fever—

“Please, help us.” She pleaded, her eyes finally meeting his as she struggled to stand, making Nicolas scramble to her side in order to help. “We have nowhere to go.”

Looking all around them, the awkward man couldn’t help as his voice wavered. “W-we? Is t-there s-someone ac-accompanying you?”

It was only until he had gotten her into the safety of his house that he noticed the way she was still hunched over, and the specks of blood tracing the end of her skirt.

“Have you been h-harmed? Are you injured?”

He was quick to lead her to a chair, ready to access whatever injuries she may have had. Yet, all he found was her belly swollen round and blood trailing down her legs.

“You’re pregnant— I-I mean of course you know that— I meant you’re in labor!” He said with encompassing worry.

“I’m sorry,” the woman whispered before letting out a pained groaned. “No one else would answer and you’re lamp was on—,”

Her words were cut off by her own screams. She gripped the chair arms tightly, clenching her teeth as more color drained from her face and water fell from her eyes.

“No, no, no,” the man repeated before standing up swiftly and moving around his home as fast as he could. “Don’t apologize! Just make sure to breathe! And I’ll…,” his voice trailed as he gathered as much as he could hold, “I’ll try to do my best in taking care of you.”

It’s not like I haven’t done this in a century, he thought to himself as he grabbed more blankets and water.

Flinging the pieces of cloth onto the floor he placed the buckets of water next to where they ended, before going back to the still weeping woman.

“I’m really sorry Mrs— Miss?? Ma’am you have to stand, it will be easier that way, I promise”

The woman nodded, taking his hands in hers in order to leverage herself up. They both took slow, heaved steps until finally reaching the covered ground, giving no thought to the trail she’s left behind. As he got a closer look at her, the woman could only be with the first years of her adulthood. Which only made the wizard’s heart ache more, for she had still not regained any color in her face, and after pressing a hand to her forehead— neither had her fever broke.

Although, he noticed that before he could say a word about remaining on her feet during the process, she had already squatted down as he would have instructed.

“Are you comfortable— I mean of course you’re not, what I mean is—,”

“I’m not laying on my back!” She wailed as more blood pooled below her. “It was a cruel custom made by a king who only wished women to suffer! And I will have no part in it.”

She breathed steadily after feeling the cool water against her temple, looking over to see the man dabbing her face with a cloth.

“Thank you,” she whimpered.

“You’re losing a lot of blood Miss.” Nicholas stated, knowing very well that the woman knew.

Her lip shook as she nodded, getting herself ready to push again. “She can’t die. She can’t—,”

“Okay, okay,” he soothed, “do what feels right, I’ll get something to help the pain alright? Or would you rather I stay here?”

Shaking her head, she pulled away from his grasp and leaned forward. “No, I’m okay!”

He wasted no time, scatting numerous bags, baskets, and vials. Until his eyes spotted that familiar sparkle, lit by the crackle of a fresh lightening bolt. Without a second thought, he grabbed it, yanked out the cork, and placed it inches from her face so she could see it clearly.

“It should save you both,” he said, words honestly unsure.

“Should?” She asked with a small scoff.

Letting a small smile adorn his face he nodded. “You’ll just have to trust me…more.”

Her eyes flickered, blinking instinctively as another bolt hit the ground not too far from the pair. And for a moment, she swore it changed into a color she had seen only once before; it’s complexion reminding her of something magical.

“Brilliant,” she simply said with a short nod, opening her mouth in compliance.

In any other instance, the alchemist would have wavered in his decision. Normally he’d be particular, perhaps even greedy with his creation, but this time… it was as if he need not think at all.

He simply watched as it poured into her mouth until gone, and then as a smile prickled at the woman’s now, red cheeks.

She let out a small laugh, taking Nicolas aback.

“It tastes of chocolate.”

Tilting his head to the side, he stared at her with confusion and amazement. If it weren’t for her swift change in composure, returning to a pained cry, he would have corrected her. For that was nowhere close to what he had tasted over the centuries of curating it.

They would stay in that position for what felt like hours, truly only being thirty minutes. The man did what he could, trying to ease her pain by whispering incantations under his breath, while holding his hands under in order to catch the precious cargo the woman held so dear. Just enough to give her strength. Just enough to help. Just till she arrived.

Surely enough, the moment the woman’s arms went limp, letting her body fall back with no care, the baby had come. Laying in the wizard’s hands, quiet as the night had become.

The storm had passed. And the baby wasn’t crying.

This cause the mother to spout more tears of her own, sobbing and reaching out for her child. He did not deny her, delicately placing the newborn into its mother’s hands.

Everything suddenly became so dark. The night outside was chilling and bare of light. And the mothers rejuvenation seemed to grow weaker by the second. Her dark hair now dry and dull with sullen cheeks accompanied by pail skin. She’d looked like a corpse if it weren’t for those purple hued eyes, which were brown at first if Nicolas’ memory ran true.

“Oh please baby, you have to live. Please.please.please.please. Merlin let her live.”

Eyes practically popping out of his scull, he stared at her in disbelief and sympathies. “Are you..?”

Shaking her head vigorously, the woman’s gaze flickered about the room, landing on a pair of scissors on the floor. “Could you please..?” She asked, a small sob leaving her lips as she caressed her child’s stomach.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he follows her gaze before understanding. “Oh! Oh, yes of course.” He scampered over, retrieving the tool.

He glanced over at her tired figure, treading lightly toward her. “Would you like to, or would you rather I?”

All she said in return was please. And the alchemist couldn’t help but feel his heart drop. Gently, he pulled on the cord and cut it clean.

At that very moment, he watched as light peered through his window, and he saw a twinkle of red flicker below him. The babies eyes fluttered open, and in the light of an unveiled moon, one shined a bright red while the other a deep brown.

He had grown absolutely elated in those few seconds. Laughing out loud to himself in disbelief, as he stared at the child who still refused to cry. He felt as if he had just witnessed a real miracle. Real magic.

But all magic has a price.

“Look! Look! She’s awake—,” he throat got tight as he choked on his words, seeing that now the woman’s eyes were indeed brown, staring right back at him as her head laid limp from her body. It was a wonder that the child hadn’t slipped off her breast, yet there she lay. Totally unaware. And so quiet.

Suddenly, Nicholas could not see, for water had purged his eyes. Welling up until a flood of tears streamed down his face, the man felt a wave of sorrow overcome him.

“Oh, you poor thing.” He whimpered, closing the woman’s eyes, and picking up the child who was staring at him with curiosity beyond any of his comprehension. “I’ll take it from here, you can rest.”

Sniffling, he cradled the child to his chest with one arm as he used the other to cast a spell— cleaning both the baby and the woman’s body before wrapping it in fresh linen. He had no idea what he should do with the body. Bury it? Burn it? What would she have preferred? Did she have family? Likely not the good kind.

Should he call the minister of magic? Definitely not.

The baby cooed, apparently entertained by something behind him. When he turned he practically jumped at the sight. Her hand was stretched out, and everything in front of them now that the moons light touch was dancing through the air.

He marveled at the child’s abilities, watching as she twirled her fingers in order to make the plants he had grow and dance with one another.

That very moment, as he stared at her, and she stared at the moon, Nicholas Flamel made a decision he would never regret.

He took the ladle resting in his cauldron, not bothering with the manners of a vial and drank from it. He felt as his joints loosened, how strength returned to his arms and legs, and new warmth was brought to his body.

And sure enough, it still tasted of lemons.

***

The girl know as abnormal in every sense would grow, learn, and adapt faster than any child Flamel had ever know. For a moment he worried that putting her in Hogwarts when she came of age would bore her, for she had practically learned everything on her own, or through his stories of history, and the never ending amount of books he had in his possession. But he gave in quickly after she begged him to allow her to go.

He never denied her.

So she went to Hogwarts, in 1892, for the first time, and made friends that would go down in history. Two of which she thought to be her kindred spirits.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

And

Gellert Grindelwald

But that was before they grew up, and she stopped.

Her soul and mind may have changed, but her body stayed for same. Trapped in time. In youth…

Until 1976 that is.

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Escape {51}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader Au

Warnings: Language {I do this because I swear a lot haha I never know} But otherwise, this is ALL FLUFF! Tooth Rotting Fluff!

Words: 3,513

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It has been weeks since he had that episode in bed with you, and he still has no idea what had caused it. He was just grateful that it hasn’t happened again. He just chalked it up to his mind not being in the right place. Because it’s not like he never thinks about it. There’s times where he sees you undress or even sees you in the shower and his mind goes to that dark place. He pictures you laying there, helpless as that disgusting man tortures you and it kills him every time. So, ever since then, he’s just brushed it off and he tries to keep his mind away from that place as best as he can.

Life went on like normal. Work was work, but coming home to you made everything better. It didn’t matter how rough of a day he had, when he walked through that door and saw you, all his problems melted off.

Thanksgiving came and went without a hitch and the weather soon changed from beautiful fall sweater temperatures to snow falling and making you all pull out the ice scrapers and firewood. Life was going well and Dean definitely couldn’t be happier.

Crawling onto the bed, Dean’s careful as to not wake you quite yet. He slides up alongside you, laying on his left side as he gazes down at you, watching as you breathe in and out and hoping your dreams are good considering you look so peaceful.

Glancing down at your hip, he sees little goosebumps resting along your skin, so he gently pulls the covers up and over your waist before letting his fingers run along your side and over your shoulder. Your body shivers at his touch and he sees your eyes begin to flutter, slowly peeling open as your mind pulls itself from its deep sleep.

He knows you’re waking a bit more when you smile blindly at him and hum softly before cuddling more under the blankets. He leans forward and places a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose and then pulls back to admire your smile some more.

“Hi.” you sleepily greet him, your eyes still not quite open.

“Hi.” he greets back, his right hand then reaching out and smoothing out your frizzled hair. “Merry Christmas.” Your smile grows when you’re reminded of what day it is.

“Hmm. Merry Christmas.” Finally, you slowly open your eyes, granting him his wish to see your sparkling orbs.

“I uh...I made breakfast but then I realized that I don’t have a tray.” You giggle softly, muffling it a bit as you pull the blanket up to your face, trying to hide the blush that takes over. “So I can’t serve it to you in bed like I had originally planned.” Pulling the blanket down, you quickly lean in and steal a kiss from him, your smile wider than he would expect for just waking up.

“You’re so sweet.”

“Just wanted to make today special.”

“It is special. It’s my first Christmas with you.” Dean’s smile softens a bit as he looks down at your left hand curled around the blanket and he reaches over and slides his fingers between yours, running his thumb along the back of your hand. He’s silent for a few minutes as he just plays with your fingers and you bask in the comfort of his company and his touch.

“Who knew that my brother would end up picking out the perfect woman for me.” A silent laugh shakes your chest a bit and you let yourself relax into your pillow a little more. “You have saved me on so many levels, Y/N. You’ve brought me back from a place I thought didn’t have an exit.” You could feel your heart tighten at his words, but in the best way. Tears were the thing you had to worry about as they began to start pricking at your eyes, threatening to overflow if you didn't pull yourself together. “I love you so much.” he says as he brings his eyes up to yours.

“I love you too.” His hand then slips from yours and comes up to your cheek, holding you in place as he presses his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss. It lasts awhile, neither of you wanting to pull away from the moment. But when you do finally part, his lips brush against the tip of your nose as he goes to place a kiss on your forehead. “We should go eat.” you giggle softly. “The food is probably cold by now.”

“Wait.” he stops you from removing yourself from the covers and getting out of bed. “I want you to open something first.” As he backs his way off the bed, you look on, confused.

“Why can’t we wait until after breakfast?” you ask playfully, but Dean ignores your question as he goes for the top drawer of the dresser. He pulls out a decent sized present, one that must have barely fit in the drawer in the first place and he brings it back to the bed.

You shuffle back, keeping yourself from tangling in the sheets as you sit back against the headboard, your eyes jumping back and forth from the present to Dean. Once you’re settled, he hands you the gift with a loving smile. You're a little hesitant as you try to guess what it could be before you start to peel the green holiday paper off the square object.

Once the paper is ripped off, you set it aside as you look down at the cardboard box. You look up at Dean briefly with a curious grin before you unfold the four corners. The color red fills your vision as you reveal the inside and a lighthearted laugh escapes you.

You look to Dean again, wondering what you’re supposed to do now that you see the gift is a bunch of rose petals, but he only nods towards the box. So you reach your hand in, loving the velvety feeling of the petals brushing against your skin. Eventually your hand collides with what feels like...paper? Whatever it is, you grab it and pull it to the surface.

It turns out to be just that. A piece of paper. Bright and white as the snow outside. But what’s on the paper is what makes you speechless. In large, cursive handwriting are four simple, yet life changing words.

Will You Marry Me?

A shaky gasp shakes you and it takes a moment for you to be able to look up at him. If it wasn’t for his gorgeous smile, his glossy eyes would make you think this wasn’t a special occasion. Your eyes jump back to the paper as if you’re expecting it to say something else, or for there to be no paper at all. But it’s real and it says exactly what you thought it did.

As you stare at the gorgeous handwriting, Dean’s hand dips into the box and pulls it out, leaving only the rose petals floating around inside.

“I know it’s really cliche, but...the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I wanted to start off the new year knowing that I would have you by my side for the rest of my life. And I'd rather do it today than on New Years, so…” he chuckles nervously before reaching back into the box, and to your surprise there’s more than just rose petals in there.

A small black box comes out in his hand and he just cups it in his palm as he locks eyes with you. You don’t realize there’s tears coming out of yours until he reaches over and wipes at your cheek.

“I know we haven’t been together as long as most couples are before they do this, but I know that there is nothing that I want more. You’re perfect, Y/N, and I don’t think I will ever be able to prove to you enough of how happy I am to have met you.” A quiet sob interrupts the moment briefly, but Dean doesn’t let it stop him.

“The two of us have gone down a severely broken road. But I believe that we have both made it out the otherside. I believe our roads have smoothed out just in time for them to join together. But what makes this road trip even better than any of the others I’ve been on is the fact that I’ll have you in the passenger seat.” Your tears are unstoppable now and your sobs are quiet, shaking your body as you try to hold them in.

“I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you. So…” Scooting a little closer to you, he keeps the ring box curled in his right hand as he takes your left hand in his. “Will you marry me?” Hearing him say it was even more emotionally challenging. Your eyes screw shut, feeling your tears slip down your cheeks as you try to nod your head to the best of your ability. When you open them again, you’re met with an emotional Dean, but his smile is large and stretching back to his eyes.

“Yes.” you breathily cry out, hoping he heard you because you knew you couldn’t speak again. At least not for a little while.

Evidently he did hear you, for right after you said it he brought up the hand that was holding the ring, keeping it in a fist as he lightly held the side of your face and kissed you just as lovingly as he did minutes ago.

You didn’t want him to stop. But between the kiss and the fact that you were crying, your ability to breathe was very low.

“Here.” he pulls back just enough to hold the ring box in front of you and props it open to reveal a beautiful, sparkling silver ring. The infinity diamond band added just the right amount of character and the single diamond at the center was the perfect size. You never wanted anything crazy big, and somehow Dean had nailed everything you had ever dreamed without poking around for pointers.

“Is it okay?” you both let out shaky laughs, soft sobs mixed in.

“It’s perfect.”

“You’re not lying to me are you?”

“No!” you laugh harder, tears still falling from your eyes. “No. I promise.”

“Good.” Taking a calming breath, Dean reaches into the small box with his large fingers and pulls the ring out. He pinches it between his fingers, looking it over briefly before grabbing your left hand and sliding the infinity band onto your finger, both of you sighing in relief as it seems to fit perfectly.

“Gorgeous.” he hooks his hand in yours, tilting your hand a few times to show off the ring's glimmer and then pulls it up to his lips. “Just like the woman wearing it.”

The new weight on your hand had you smiling all morning. You couldn’t get through your shower without looking at the sparkling ring multiple times. Even after you got dressed and started up the big feast, it distracted you.

Every vegetable you chopped, every dough you rolled, your eyes went to the sparkling diamonds getting caught in the sunlight that was pouring in through the windows.

Dean’s heart was full as he watched you. He could see every glance you took and it made him so happy to know that you shared his delight. He’s beyond grateful that you loved the ring, because honestly that’s one of the scariest parts of asking someone to marry you. It’s up there with the fear of the answer, “no”. He was afraid that you weren’t going to like it, and he recalls thinking the same thing with Cassie all those years ago. That’s one of the last things Dean ever wants to do. Disappoint the people he loves.

The house was getting filled with an overwhelming amount of smells. Thankfully they were all good ones. The Ham in the oven was sending out mouth watering savoriness and the rolls you had just pulled out were fluffy and shimmering with the honey butter you just brushed over them. You were no doubt starving and ready to dig into the Christmas feast.

“I got it.” Dean says after you both hear a few knocks coming from the front of the house. His hand brushes over your waist as he passes and it isn’t until then that you realize that you’re about to face the Winchester family not as Dean’s girlfriend, but as his fiance. You start to feel nervous and a million questions start running through your head.

Will they be happy? Will they think it’s too soon? The two of you haven’t been together that long after all. What if his parents think you’re just using Dean? What if they’re so unhappy with the news that they storm out? Did Dean even give them a heads up? Did he tell any of them that he was going to ask you?

Your chest was rising and falling at a rate that would no doubt make everyone worry for you. Especially Dean. So after hearing all the “Merry Christmas” greetings and all the happiness, you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths. Any second they would be heading your way and you needed to get a hold of yourself. You knew that half those questions weren’t going to come true, but that didn’t seem to stop your nerves.

“Merry Christmas!” Sam was the first friendly face to come into the kitchen. Holding a few bags from his wrists and carrying a casserole dish, he walked passed you, leaning down to place a kiss to your cheek before setting everything down on the counter. “How’s it going in here?”

“Pretty good.” you smile, helping him unload the bags of stuff he brought. “Thanks for doing all this.”

“What are you talking about?” Sam laughs. “Sarah did most of it, I just carried it in.”

“Of course you did.” Setting the green bean casserole on the counter, you pull a spoon out from the drawer behind you, setting it nearby so it’s ready to go. “You know how to cook, so why didn’t you help?”

“When Sarah gets in her mode, I’ve learned to leave her be.”

“I wish you would learn to do that with me.” Dean jumps into the conversation, sliding up behind you and kissing your cheek before pulling the oven door open. “My alarm went off. Ham’s ready.”

“What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t annoy you, though?” Dean can only laugh, knowing that a non annoying sibling didn’t really exist.

Through the little banter though, you realized that your new title and the object around your finger weren’t being brought up. You glance down at your left hand, wondering even more on whether or not they already knew and just weren’t making a big deal out of it, or if they had no clue. But you weren’t one to jump into the spotlight and make everything about you, even if it was something as big as this. So you kept your lips sealed and decided to let it be.

Within the next half hour, everyone had piled food on their plates and sat around the table, all smiles and happiness. A feeling of love and family that you weren’t used to having anymore. Your eyes look across the table at Sam and your smile grows. You know that if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be here right now. He brought you into his life and welcomed you as family right away. Took care of you at your lowest {before you knew your life could get even lower} and, well...he planned on introducing you to one of the best men in the world besides him.

“But this place was delicious! Like, I’ve never had better BBQ in my life, I swear.” Sarah was going on and on about a great place her and Sam went to eat a few weeks back while your mind wandered, but you were sucked in halfway through.

“Well, in Kansas anyway.” Sam adds, grinning at his wife. “Texas has some pretty great places.”

“True.” she admits, knowing it’s hard to beat one of the biggest BBQ capitals of the world. “But...you knew what I meant.”

“I did.”

“But anyway,” she sticks her fork through a few green beans before lifting them from her plate. “We’ll need to take you guys sometime, because you need to try it.” You smile across the table at your friends, enjoying the food you spent all morning preparing when Dean asks.

“Do they cater?” Sarah glances up, chewing her food a little quicker when she realizes the question is directed at her.

“I think so.” she nods, grabbing her drink from the table. “Why?”

“Just thinking I’ll have to keep them in mind for the wedding.” Your body freezes, your breath stuck in your throat as you look over at Dean, but he just continues eating like he didn’t just drop a huge bomb at the table.

The silence has you looking around at the family, seeing as all their faces were just as shocked and just as confused, that told you right there that he didn’t say anything to any of them.

Sarah lets out a light laugh before her eyes shoot over to Mary and she takes it upon herself to ask the question that was going through everyone’s head.

“What wedding?” Dean looks up, food still being broken down in his mouth before he quickly swallows and clears his throat.

“Oh. Right.” his eyes sweep the table quickly. “Y/N and I are engaged.” There it was. The biggest bomb of them all.

Everyone’s eyes are widened and they seem to be in too much of a shock to say anything. Dean can see that you’re just as taken off guard and shy about the fact, so he slides his fingers into yours, lifting your left hand up and showing off the beautiful ring he had chosen for you.

“Oh my God!” Sarah was the first to break the shock barrier and pushed her chair out from the table.

“Holy shit.” You could hear Sam mumble quietly before Sarah jumps you, squishing you like a kid with a new stuffed animal.

Dean stands then, smiling at the gesture. He catches Sam’s gaze briefly before his mom pulls on his arm, turning him so that she can embrace him as well. He closes his eyes as he holds her close but then looks over her shoulder to see his dad standing there, smiling down at them.

“Lemme see! Lemme see!” Sarah’s voice is a few octaves higher now and Dean can imagine her jumping up and down as she grabs your left hand as he accepts a hug from his dad. “When did he do it? This morning?”

“Yeah.” Dean hears your faint answer, but he knows you’re smiling. Unmistakably. When he turns back he sees that he’s right. You’re beaming with happiness and it only adds to his.

“Oh my God….you need to tell me how he did it!” Sarah squeals, gripping your hand before staring down at the shimmering diamonds some more.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to hear that story too, because...I can’t imagine my brother proposing.”

“Hey!” Dean scolds, playfully glaring at him. “I proposed to Cassie!”

“Yeah! In Vegas while you were both drunk!”

“We weren’t drunk.” Dean defends, but Sam scoffs before locking eyes with you and shaking his head. “I only had a few drinks in me, and Cassie...she…”

“She had been drinking for at least three hours beforehand.”

“You know what....” Sam raises his eyebrows, waiting for Dean’s come back. “Shut up.”

“Doesn’t mean it wasn’t legit.” Dean adds when he pulls his chair back out, going to take a seat once again so he can finish his food.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t. I’m just curious if you’re capable of being romantic.”

“Leave your brother alone.” Mary defends her oldest as both her and John take their seats again.

“I am plenty romantic.” Dean adds to his defense, taking your hand as you join him at the table again. “But I don’t have to prove anything to you.” Squeezing your hand, Dean then looks over at you, a soft smile growing before he brings your hand up to his lips.

“Aww.” Sarah looks at the two of you, looking almost emotional. “I’m so happy for you guys!” she cheers before picking up her fork again.

“We’re all happy for you.” John’s comment has the five of you turn to him and he raises his half empty glass. “To Dean and Y/N.” The rest of you follow by lifting your glasses, the other four look to you and your fiance, a big smile matching all your faces.

“To Dean and Y/N!”

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Stay with Me

Pair: Mute/GN! Reader

Type: Drabble - 906 words

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You have training to attend to with Mute, but you’re a famously terrible morning person. You’re also a famously convincing person, at least when it comes to your boyfriend. Mute has other plans, however.

TW: None

A/N: Just wanted to write some more variety and write for my favourite R6S guy! Also wanted to make my debut in the tag, since I don’t think my masterlist reaches it ^^;

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Mute didn’t necessarily consider himself a morning person, but he didn’t have as much difficulty when it came to waking up on time. At least, not as much as you. You always wondered where he’d gotten such tenacity from, but he merely shrugged. He had a job to do and lazing around wasn’t going to win him any permanent favours. How admirable. You were almost envious of how easy it was for him. Maybe your struggles came from your terrible sleep schedule- but that’s besides the point.

As an alarm spells out impending doom for you, it spells a loud, annoying get the fuck out of bed to your boyfriend- which you are none too pleased about. Especially when as he leans up in bed, you find your arms being unwillingly dragged along- causing your body to contort weirdly. You could’ve easily just let him go but… You’re stubborn, as you keep your arms as tightly locked around his figure as possible in your sleepy state, making the latter laugh lightly,

“C’mon, it’s time to get up, love.”

There’s no verbal response as you shake your head fervently against his side. You try to pull him back, knowing full well he had the upper hand being fully awake already and all,

“Just a few minutes, come onn, it won’t kill you,” you drag your words out to try and tempt him, tugging lightly as you bury your head in his side. Your sentence is muddled partly by your face being in his side, and partly because of the slur in speech sleep cast on your voice. Mark could feel his lips lift higher into a more visible, amused smile, resting the hand next to you on his side on your head instead,

“Hmm, maybe that won’t but Thatcher certainly will,” he’s thoroughly entertained as you scoff, shaking your head,

“I don’t know about you but I'm not letting him get in between me and my precious extra 5 minutes of sleep with my beloved,” there’s a mock pompous tone in your voice as you cling a little closer. He sighs, shaking his head disapprovingly, but you can still practically hear that adoring smile on his lips as he speaks,

“With how long this,” he gestures briefly at your insistent grip, “has been going on for, i’d reckon you’ve had your so-called five minutes,” he tilts his head to the side with a smirk, already hearing your complaints of him being a smartass before they’d even begun. Mid-complaint, you’re already pushing your head past from under his hand to feign a glare face-to-face, or at least, as much as your head could crane up to his face with your awkward positions. His eyes gaze over the visible parts of your face, admiring the tired droop to your eyelids as they threaten to shut again, to the bed head that curls around your face in a frizzled, adorable mess.

Chuckling again, he simply presses the tip of his index finger to your nose. Almost immediately, your face scrunches up beneath the touch, as though you’d eaten a lemon, making him snicker even more. You can’t help but laugh along, trying to stifle yourself with the fabric of his shirt, “God, you’re ridiculous, love,” he teases affectionately, making you huff against him,

“Am not,” you pout childishly. He rolls his eyes and attempts to get up again, making your slackening grip tighten once more,

“Come on, I need a shower, love. I’m certain you want one too,” he tries to urge you up, his other hand moving to slightly push at the raised part of your back. You act like dead weight however, trying to drag this out as far as possible. Admittedly, mornings were one of your favourite parts of the day, if only to convince Mark to come back and snuggle with you back under the warm covers for whatever precious little, alone time you had left to spare. It was a recurring joke that simply grew into tradition. One you both loved to do, no matter how exasperated you both may seem.

He stops pushing you, if only to rotate you with a sigh into his lap. You’re mildly annoyed at the loss of warmth from being half under the covers, but you could admit that being in his lap had its benefits too. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for him to use your arms around him as leverage to lift you up- supporting your legs and lower back in his arms.

You yelp and hold on closer out of instinct, a few uncouth curses tumbling out of your mouth as he starts walking. He watches your reaction closely with a snicker, warm eyes crinkling with amusement as you squint your eyes in confusion,

“If you’re gonna be this stubborn and clingy, i’ll just have to carry you with me and have that shower together, hmm?”

The suggestion makes your face burn up, newfound warmth spreading to your ears and neck as the dirtier implications suddenly register in your sleep-addled mind. It almost acts like coffee in the way you perk up and wake up a bit. Oh. You can only hide your face in his chest as he walks you to the bathroom, teasing you about your reaction all the while.

Although, despite your mild fatigue and reluctance to get out of bed, you can’t help but be very intrigued at this new proposal.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Reaper and The Death Angel Snippet 4 - The Charming Gazette

Who doesn't love a bit of world-building?

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Contains: A little it of fluff

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From meaningless scuttlebutt to breaking news The Charming Gazette has it all.

Living in a small town meant a small-town newspaper, in this case The Charming Gazette. Run by a mix of fresh out of high school kids who want to be journalists, in the know towns folk and small-time writers and photographers.

For just three dollars a week, the paper could be delivered to your door seven days a week, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year. It wasn't the largest publication, there was a section for the local businesses, another for school sports and obituaries.

Sometimes, they wrote about the Club, Clay was good friends with the head of the paper so it was never bad. Sometimes they wrote about weather events or the change of seasons. There was the occasional huge story, like when the new fish monger was caught selling fake crab but most of the time, it was such small-town gossip and fluff pieces.

Although, that didn't stop everyone from reading it, and you can best bet at least one article would be the topic of every breakfast table in Charming.

"Did you see the front page today?" You took the paper from your brother.

"The guys at Teller Morrow help local business."

You nodded, "yes I did. I'm pretty sure what Clay has going on with Jerry is illegal, I thought the news was supposed to be impartial."

Sam shook his head, "it's not when the head writer's sons works for Unser and Jerry's been getting free services for years."

The article was simple, and went on to talk about how after a truck fire, the local ice cream man was out of work, so T-M built him a custom truck and offered half-price service as long as he was in business.

"To be fair, he makes the ice cream himself and it's amazing, I don't blame them if they made him pay them hin chocolate chip Sundays."

****

"Wow, they've really got it in for Hale." Clay tossed the paper to the side, everyone had stopped by Gemma's for a nice weekend breakfast and the paper this morning was being passed from person to person.

"Dirty development done dirt cheap."

"Good, does anyone in this town want what Hale does. Even his brother dislikes him."

Jax shook his head, "you should have heard Earl go on and on about Hale harassing him to buy his house, he might wanted his lawn mower fixed but I'm pretty sure he was looking to hire Happy for some other work."

Gemma laughed, "wouldn't that be a story."

****

"Fun at Francine's Fabrics."

"Are you going to the sewing class on the weekend?"

You nodded your head, "Of course, I mean, I know how to sew but she always orders the fabrics I need so I want to support her."

Sam nodded, "yeah, some of the guys are going to be there. She's a good lady."

The piece about her shop was nice, the author had won the high school textile competition that year and wanted to give credit for all help Francine had given them. You hoped it would drum up business for her. Francine was a kind woman in her mid-fifties who went out of her way to help everyone who entered her store.

"She deserved every cent of what she makes this weekend, I'm glad the paper decided to run the story."

****

Jax put the paper in front of you, "what have I told you about sharing your achievements with me?"

You shook your head, "it was under duress, the museum made Holt force me to do it."

"Charming's own Miss Frizzle."

Jax dramatically opened the paper, reading the article out loud.

"Our tour started with a warm hello and the statement that there are no stupid questions, only stupid answers. Dr l/n took us through her lab where she and her colleagues help law enforcement identify missing persons."

"Dr l/n or y/n as she insisted we call her believes that science should be for everyone, and when she's not giving a voice to those who had theirs stolen, she's teaching the kids of Charming Elementary all about the world on her wildly popular tours."

"But that's not all, the quiet Charming resident is also an author and activist who spends her free time lecturing at various universities and speaking at the UN."

You shook your head, "ok Jackson enough. You are insufferable." He smiled and went to the cupboard, getting out the scissors, "what are you doing."

He picked up the paper again and started cutting, "I'm framing this."

You thumped his arm, "do you enjoy embarrassing me?"

He smirked like a cat who just caught a mouse, "no, I want to hang it in my locker."

****

Jerry answered the phone, "hello sir, I have a story I'm sure you'll love to run."

He picked up his notepad, "what is it?"

He could hear that the person was outside the paper's office, "in two days, something is going to break and you're going to want to be the first person to talk about it. Outside in the rose bush is a folder filled with photos, with plenty of proof to your story. All I ask, is that you run it under my headline."

Jerry sent someone out and sure enough, they came back with a thick yellow folder. He was shocked when he opened it. "Done, what's the headline?"

"Fascists at our door."

Part 31

Just a short one to add context for the next chapter which should be up tomorrow. I hope you liked this plot device.

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midnightlee25 · 2 years

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Yandere Miscellaneous Masterlist

Main Masterlist

This list is for writings that either don't have enough for their own master list yet or are just one idea I had for a fandom/series. If you see something missing at some point its maybe because it get its own master list.

The dawn that will never come - Josh Washington (Until Dawn)

Bad dream - Random Yandere

On a dark cold night - Random Yandere

New Years - Random Yandere

Let Me Be Your Wings - Prince Cornelius

Just another job - Cato

Yandere ABC: Yuugo

NONE YET

Kanaya Maryam

Koolie Sterling

Tatsu

Turanga Leela

Berkeley Beetle

Flint Lockwood

Mikasa Ackerman

NONE YET

Their darling comforting them about what they've done - Isabella, Yuugo, Lucas

A darling with an ex who wants them back - Mash Burnedead

Royal AU after having an arranged marriage the yanderes find out the darling is cheating - Sweeney Todd

Their darling calling them their husband for the first time - Kyo Sohma

Their darling going on a hunger strike - William James Moriarty

To their darling wanting a baby - Tatsu

Their darling wanting to break up with them - Fry

Manjiro Sano (Mikey) with a darling trying to break up with him

Platonic Yandere: Warden with a child who doesn't want to take over the prison

Having a Stockholm darling - Juan Ruiz

Platonic Yandere: Taro Sakamoto with an older child who wants to become a hit man just like him

Royal au: how would they go about being with their darling - Homestuck

Would they want their darling to become dependent on them or stay independent? - Homestuck

Are they deadly or tame - Homestuck

Most delusional to least delusional - Zodiac War - Juni Taisen

Character headcanons: Alternates

Character headcanons: Manolo Sánchez

Platonic Yandere: Laughing Jack

Platonic Yanderes: Barbara Maitland & Adam Maitland

Character headcanons: Spawn (Al Simmons)

Having a darling that has chronic pains - Wally Darling

Yanderes and their love languages - Welcome Home

Platonic Yandere: Older Brother Levi Ackerman

Character headcanons: Tilda Weber

Character headcanons: Neteyam

Platonic Yandere Parent: Ash Williams

Do they call their darling “darling”? - María Posada

Character headcanons: La Muerte

Darling says: I promise I'll came back - Sugar Plum Fairy

Darling says: You... don't like me very much, do you? - Thor

Chixie Roixmr

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Sora ( Super Danganronpa Another 2)

Random Yandere Headcanons: Big Daddy (BioShock)

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Thrax

Mini Profiles: Thrax

Yandere Profile: Thrax

Yandere Moodboard: Thrax

Yandere Reactions: Their darling avoiding/ wanting the yandere to leave them alone? - Thrax

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Thrax

Random Yandere Headcanons: Thrax with a darling that was a one night stand

Random Yandere Headcanons: Thrax with a darling that's closed off

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Eiji Kashii (Warrior of the Ox)

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Vampire Thrax

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Richie Tozier

Yandere ABC: Rebecca Lee (Revy)

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Ms. Frizzle (The Friz)

Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Eren Yeager

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #masterlist

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aikoiya · 6 months

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LoZxDnD - A Sorcerer In Hyrule

You know what'd be cool?

A DnD Sorcerer, in the middle of the last fight of his campaign, the big bad hits him with a Banishment spell as he's casting a spell of his own & the 2 combine & it sends him to a different Material Plane, one outside of the reality that he knows; Hyrule.

He's a Sorcerer, but his occupation is Teacher, specifically knowledgeable in the field of magic.

While he doesn't know nearly everything there is to know about the magic of his realm, he's a bit of a savant & knows at least a little bit about everything regardless of Class.

This includes Alchemy & Potions, Infusion, Runes, ect.

Problem, for whatever reason, he's unable to Plane Shift. After a bit, he realizes that it's due to this new world being on an entirely different magical vibration from himself.

This, however, results in him basically having to tap into Hyrule's magic & adapt it to his spells, then relearn everything he knew based on this different magic.

He's a bit miffed at this fact as he spent quite a long time perfecting his spellcraft, about 427 years out of a possible 1,000 in fact thank you very much! And while utterly fascinated with this new world, he & his companions were in the middle of a fight to save the world & he'd very much like to get back to that.

I see him being a middle aged elf fellow with a personality not dissimilar to Merlin from Disney's Sword & the Stone. A bit bumbling, but remarkably intelligent. Just brilliant with an intimate understanding of how magic works & a thirst for knowledge that was almost insatiable.

If multiclassed into Cleric, I see him worshiping Boccob, God of Magic, Arcane Knowledge, & Balance, I think.

Anyway, he'd definitely grumble for a while but once he realizes that there was no getting back before the fight in his plane ends, he'd sputter indignantly & say a few words like "poppycock," before buckling down into studying.

Like Merlin & even Ms. Frizzle to a degree, he'd frequently use his magic to help teach & would be considered quite eccentric.

Though, what'd be interesting would be how the Hyruleans would react to all his stories of a world that was forever fighting off some apocalypse or another.

Either way, he might be able to sense both Zelda & Link as having Divine Soul Sorcery potential. Though, I think he'd recognize Link more as a Paladin of the Ancients with "points" in Ranger.

I actually think he'd probably just sniff at Ganondorf in derision, eyes narrowed as he quickly clocks the almost Goliath-like man as the Warlock of some sort of Arch-Demon or fallen deity, but with the potential of a Divine Soul Sorcerer ironically. Which causes the man to shudder.

LoZ Wild Masterlist

#loz #legend of zelda #dnd #dungeons & dragons #dungeons and dragons #botw #totk #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Mayans MC Masterlist

UPDATED 7/18/22

Angel Reyes

The Dress

Up Late

F Like a Pornstar

On or Off

A La Nanita Nana

Wrong Bitch

The Barbershop

You’re My Husband (Drabble)

Safe

Skin

Angel’s Girl

Sweatpants SZN

Don’t Make Me Say It

Happy Birthday, Mr. Reyes

Series:

No One Needs to Know (In Progress)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Just Right (Completed)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Golden God Masterlist (In Progress)

Tell Me Your Fantasies (Mayans & Marvel Crossover...In Progress)

Part 1

EZ Reyes

Amor Prohibido

The Barbershop

Series:

I’ll Take Your Man(s) Masterlist (In Progress)

Miguel Galindo

Wild Child

The Barbershop

Surprise

Sweatpants SZN

Series:

I’ll Take Your Man(s) Masterlist (In Progress)

Coco Cruz

Sweatpants Szn

#black!reader #Mayans MC #mayans fandom #mayans fanfic #mayans mc fanfic #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x black!reader #frizzlesmasterlist #frizzle masterlist #ez reyes #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x black!reader #ezekiel reyes

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jvsons · 2 years

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Heyo! What do you think about the idea, when the reader knows Jason/Red Hood as they meet in readers apartment after patrols, when the reader patches him up or let him sleep inside after rough nights (maybe they’re really close but not together yet) and one night Jason comes as usual and see y/n all dressed up, like with nice clothes, hair, makeup(?) and he is amazed by this sight, like he had never seen them like that (because they usually see each other very late and in pj’s) and he gets a little jealous, because he doesnt know the reason for this look and gets reaaaally flirty? Maybe it might make a soft smut or just him being cute? I don’t know, Im needy for attention. The Reader might be gender neutral for everyone to feel safe with the idea or whatever that Will help you in writing if you like the idea! Love your way of writing Jason, it’s so intense < 3 have a nice Day!

OFF-PATROL DAY

Jason Todd x gn! reader

MASTERLIST

WORD COUNT • 954

WARNINGS • none

CATEGORY • fluff

SUMMARY •

“It’s not that big of a deal.” You chuckled, reaching a hand out once more to pry one of his own off of his face. “We can just go out tomorrow, unless you want to go on patrol again.”

AN • thank you so much for requesting! i thought this prompt was super cute, and i couldn’t thank you enough for being specific.

The soft melody of a whistle carried out along Gotham’s rooftops, swaying in bass with the thump of footsteps on asphalt. His ending note joined in with the clanking of metal, moving down the fire escape to the apartment complex’s highest floor, then the fifth window to the left. Three knocks to a familiar window sheathed in beige and he sat back, sliding off his helmet at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Jason?”

His eyes widened at the sight held before him, straying against the rails that supported his back in an attempt to stay still. You stood behind your window as you usually did, curtain half clenched in your right hand, left holding your phone. However, he could not bring himself to look away from the drastic change of your attire, devoid of pajamas and frizzled hair. Instead, you were dressed up, the very glow of an evening’s sun on your face enough to render him awestruck.

“You’re not on patrol Friday afternoons.” You remarked, stepping to the side to welcome him inside. “What’s up?”

Jason slid past your question, setting his boots down on the small mat next to the window before turning to you, eyebrows quirked in the same way they did when you stitched him a little too hard. The repetitive tapping of his gloves against the nightstand behind him made you cross your arms, titling your head to the side in confusion.

“Going on a date?”

“Why does it matter?”

Jason’s eyes narrowed at your comeback, in hand with the light frown that crept upon his mouth. You leaned back against the wall, waving a hand in his direction as a call for an answer.

“You look nice, tonight.” He mumbled, eyes shifting a fraction at the rise of your features. “Wait- I mean nicer than usual. You always look nice, and I didn’t mean to imply that you didn’t, but-“

“Oh my god.” You snorted, slapping a hand over his mouth. “Please, shut up.”

You watched as one of Jason’s hands rose, starting to write slowly in the air. Another rise of laughter was held in your chest as you saw him squint, finger moving especially slow to spell each letter clearly.

Date?

“No, no date.” You smiled, hand pulling away from his mouth. “Just going out like a normal person. Can we address those wounds now?”

A sigh of what you could only guess was relief passed through Jason’s nose at your answer. He allowed you to take his arm, placing him at the foot of your bed before you disappeared into the bathroom. Upon your return, he had already shrugged his jacket off, welcoming you to begin dabbing at his face with a hydrogen peroxide soaked cotton ball.

“Where are you going?”

You threw the first bloodied cotton ball up, reaching into the box for another. “Barnes and Noble. They started a pretty good sale a little while ago.”

Jason perked up at the mention of Barnes and Noble alone, almost causing you to dab him in the eye.

“Stay still, idiot.”

“You’re going to Barnes and Noble?”

Even you weren’t expecting him to look so excited at the mention of a bookstore. His reaction made you sigh, placing a bandage above his eyebrow before stepping away from his face.

“Yes, and I was going to invite you,” A nerved frown rose on your face as you waved at his wounds. “thinking you weren’t going on patrol today.”

“Wait,” Jason breathed, reaching out to take hold of the hand coming for a bruise on his neck. “You were going to invite me out on a date and I ruined it?”

A simple shrug from you and he let out an exasperated groan, raising both hands to cover his face. “Jesus, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.” You chuckled, reaching a hand out once more to pry one of his own off of his face. “We can just go out tomorrow, unless you want to go on patrol again.”

“NO! I mean, no.” Jason stammered out, lowering his other hand to rest above yours. “Please let me take you out tomorrow, gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous?” You leaned forward, coming to a stop just inches from his face. “That’s a new one.”

“Glad you like it.”

Before you could open your mouth to respond, Jason seized your wrist, pulling you right where he needed you to be for your lips to meet. The corners of your mouth curved upwards at the sensation, reveling in the light drag of his hand up your arm. Yet, before he could deepen the kiss, you pulled away, earning a disappointed sigh from the other end.

“I need to finish patching you up.” You said, tapping his shoulder with a freshly grabbed wipe. “And you need to take a shower.”

“Stop teasing me.” Jason stuck his tongue out at you, allowing his last bruise to be rubbed. “I don’t smell.”

“I never said you did.” You fired back. “But you need to wash up before I patch those cuts.”

Jason stuck his hands up at the stern look you sent him, removing his gloves and grabbing his jacket before standing.

“Don’t use too much of my body wash, or I’ll kill you.”

A knowing smile was shot at you before he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you to grab a pile of your own clothes from your hamper and head for the washing machine. As you lifted Jason’s jacket from the floor, a quiet rustle sounded from somewhere close.

Bending down, you moved a small pile of clothes to the side, revealing a $25 Barnes and Noble gift card lying in replacement of his jacket.

When did he swipe my card?

#jvsons #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd reader insert #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd fluff #red hood #red hood x gender neutral reader #red hood x y/n #red hood x you #dc x reader

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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Hey, I have another request/ idea for a Camilo x fem reader. What if the reader has EXTREMELY long hair? Kinda like jinx from arcane. Like it’s braided like hers but when the braids are undone, I’ll be like twice as long. I don’t know, do whatever you want with this and I hope you like the idea ^^ <3

Request: Hey, I have another request/ idea for a Camilo x fem reader. What if the reader has EXTREMELY long hair? Kinda like jinx from arcane. Like it’s braided like hers but when the braids are undone, I’ll be like twice as long. I don’t know, do whatever you want with this and I hope you like the idea ^^ <3

Prompt: None

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: None, cuteness, I would warm that Camilo might be slightly out of character but my boy has six minutes of screen time, not much to go off really

Paring : Camilo Madrigal x F!reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Camilo really wants to see your long hair

507 words

I do not know any Spanish so I did use a lot of google translate, so if there's any mistake I apologize, just let me know ill fix it asap

Camilo always loved your hair. Whether it was how the brown had tinges of gold running through it or the fact you tied the bottom of your braids with blue and yellow lace or the one that most people noticed, how your hair was mere inches from dragging on the ground. He wanted to ask you to take it out, he wanted to see all your hair as it curled, he wanted to see how long it really was. He never asked though, he thought it would be too weird.

So Camilo sufficed for imaging what it looked like as you both sat on his bed in boredom. You guys wanted to go about town, maybe even explore the edges of Encanto, but god it was so hot outside. Camilo thanked the stars his room was cool, but he still tossed his ruana to the side, sitting in just his white buttoned shirt.

You let out an overly dramatic sigh catching Camilo's attention. You were twisting the overgrown hair of your fringe, having an inner debate with yourself. "Wanna help me with something?" You asked, meeting Camilo's eyes.

"Yeah," Camilo said putting his guitar he was lazily strumming, just off to the side to lean in his bed. "I'm so bored I think ill do anything." You laughed pushing yourself off the bed to sit on Camilo's floor, resting between his legs.

"Can you help me take my hair out?" You asked leaning your head back to look up at Camilo, who bent his head to lean over to meet your gaze. "It's getting to frizzled, and I wanna put some string through it thins time."

Camilo nodded taking a hold of the left braid, slowly undoing the tie. "You know, I've never seen you with your hair down," Camilo said matter of factly. You turned around to face him with a confused look.

"Really? I swear you have," You spoke suspiciously. Camilo shook his head, taking the tie from you so he could put them on his bedside table. "Why haven't you asked to see my hair then?"

"I thought it would be weird," Camilo stated honestly, gently raking his finger through your braid, slowly letting it fall free. "Hey Y/N, you look great and all, but take your hair out," Camilo spoke in a weird voice making you laugh. Camilo laughed softly as well, making sure not to tare your hair.

You raked your fingers through your hair faster than Camilo did and with the combined effort, your hair was free in a matter of minutes. You stood up, shaking your head, letting your wavy hair fall over your shoulders and drag a few inches along the floor.

Camilo smiled looking at you brush your hair with your fingers. "So? What do you think?" You asked suspiciously, eyeing Camilo who took a pile of your hair to play with.

"I think you just more perfect, perfect-erre," Camilo declared stumbling on the last word. You laughed lightly hopping into bed beside Camilo, your hair flying everywhere.

Request : Masterlist

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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Kinktober II

You

Chapter summary: It was so wrong to start an affair with your boss, but when you wanted to put an end to it, it was too late, you were already trapped

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x FemaleReader (very ambiguously described)

Chapter Warnings: Pet calling, ANGST, heavy talk about infidelity, divorce and marital problems, unwanted pregnancy, murder, but nothing described, (secondary character) threats of murder, kidnapping, involuntary imprisonment, DARK

+18 please.

Word Count (Chapter): 3.3k

Notes: It´s my first Andy Barber as well, and as you might know, the YOU season three was released and... I already devour it hahaha and it inspired me to write this. Sorry for this though, the cliffhanger had me shook too

Inspired by: The Netflix series “You”

MASTERLIST

You knew then and there you had fucked up

Bad

Your heart broke when you saw Laurie walking into the building that morning, she greeted everyone in the office with a smile, and a general “Hello”, including you. She walked past your desk and knocked on Andy's door before she went straight in, he was alone sitting on his desk behind his glass walls. He stood up and embraced her. He caressed her hair and kiss her temple

You were sure that she could find out what you did to her just by looking at your guilty face. She would find out you were fucking her husband, that you were dreaming about the life he was promising you. Him and you, together, in your own house.

How could you do that to her?

He told you they were getting a divorce

Like hell they were

You knew he wasn't living in his big house, he was renting an small bachelor apartment near the town´s square, near you

You hugged your bag tighter against you

You had fucked up

Thank to God, Odin, Ra, or whoever was up there, today you were needed on the other side of the floor, to archive some old case files, you were going to be alone, and that worked just fine with you, so you could spent all day without having to look at his sorry, handsome face.

You grabbed the box filled with old case files, as you were leaving your desk, you looked up and there he was. The look of mortification he had on his face, while his wife was still in his office was priceless. You blinked away the tears as you broke eye contact and continued your path.

She was smiling, her body language was relaxed, loving, she was speaking with a big smile on her face

You were such an idiot

You thought you were the one, that one story that ends well

Because he was so nice, a District Attorney, a decent man, he wouldn't lie to you, right? After all the crazy things his wife had pull out, he had to divorce her

But no, it was another deadend, it wasn´t it, you weren't that

“So, I file them by case number, right?” you murmured to the other office assistant

“Yep” he was as bored as you, “I'll come relieve you before lunch”

“Great” he nodded and left

You should had become a police officer, and later a detective, you loved working cases, now you were trying to resume your studies to become a lawyer

“Hey” only a whisper from him could frizzle the little hairs in your neck. He was on you in a second, invading your personal space

“No” you whispered, putting an old folder between you and his broad chest. You didn't dare to look at him, you couldn't

“Baby” god you didn't like that nickname

“I'm working” you said trying to put up a strong front, “Please”

“I'm sorry” he said

“Not here, please” you gave him a smile, one he´ll bought, and he did, “I'm doing part time today”

“Mee too” yeah because you both made it happen so you could spend all friday afternoon fucking, after you order takeout from that indian place in the corner of your block you both loved

He caressed your face one last time before he left you

A single tear escaped your eye.

You had to tell him it was over. You would go to his place, so you were the one that could make a quick exit after you'd tell him. If it was in your place he wouldn´t leave, he would fuck you into submission. By this point he knew exactly what buttons to push to drag you willingly back to him

That had to come to a end

. . .

You looked at him exiting the office as you did, you took separate ways, like it was the usual, he took his european car and left, and you decided to walk, you needed to think about the exact thing you were going to say. To think what he would say back, and what you would answer to him then

Your brain was already wired like a lawyer´s

I´ll come to you - you texted him

Ok ;) - he´ll text back

You felt your stomach turning like a knot inside of you

He opened the door and he knew, he knew you were upset at least, your face told him so

“Want to order the usual?” he wanted to drag it out, so be it

“I'm not in the mood for Indian” thinking about Indian food actually makes you feel sick.

He tried to took your coat and bag, like he used to do, well he did loved undressing you, but you wouldn't let him, no

“Baby…” why did you have to love him so much? You loved him, you loved that man. But the love you could feel for him wasn´t enough, it wasn't enough to break up a family. “I´m sorry, she wasn't supposed to come to the office”

“Why?” you finally caved and looked into his eyes, “So I wouldn´t know she was still behaving like your wife?” his face turned

“You know we are split up” he said firmly

“Do I?” you asked, “Does she?”

“(Y/N)” Oh, right on time, the DA face and voice, this is the moment when he manipulates you into thinking you were acting insane, clingy and jealous, “You know it's all over” yep, his big hand caressing your cheek, right on cue

“Yes it is” you said, quickly and without pain

“What do you mean?”

“It is over, this, us, it” you said looking straight at him, without flinching. And you managed to do something other attorneys would only dream to do, you disarmed Andy Barber

“You don't mean that” his face, you wanted to kiss him so badly

“I do” you said

“You love me, I love you, we were moving in together”

“Andy, you have a wife!” you said, “You have to give your family another chance”

“There is nothing salvageable in that house” he fought back

“Can you swear to me...” you said “... On your mother's grave, if it wasn't for me, you´d still ask her for a divorce?” that three seconds he took to respond, gave you the answer that you needed

“Of course…”

“Not” you completed for him

“(Y/N) Don´t do this, we have a future together”

“Do we?” you asked him, “Your wife entered the office today and greeted everyone there, hugged you, kissed you, yeah that is normal behaviour for a woman that is about to divorce her husband!”

“She doesn't want to accept it” he growled, “That is not my fault”

“Are you still spending time in your house?” you asked him

“Of course not! you are being ridiculous”

“Call me” he frowned, “Call me on your cell phone, now” He signed, but took his phone out of his jacket and dialed

Your phone started ringing, and you showed him that you had him saved as “Andy” and red heart emoji, his profile pic was one of you both together in bed, after sex bliss all over you both, messy hair, big smiles.

He understood it then. He looked panicked, as you canceled the call and called him yourself.

His phone started ringing, your plain number displayed on screen, not a single photo, no pet name, not heart emoji, he didn't even had you saved on his phone

“This doesn't mean anything,” he said. You couldn't hold it together anymore. You look around his apartment, it was all so impersonal, no photos, no him, no you. All those times you wanted to leave something in his place, a fresh blouse in case you´d stay here on weekdays, or a toothbrush, or underwear, he had shook you off with excuses not to. Tears started falling without stop

“Baby” he cooed, he tried to hugged you, but you took to steps back

“It´s over” you sentenced, you went for the door, “I'll give in my two week notice at work”

You opened the door, but he was over you, as he closed it strongly

“You are not going anywhere” he growled

“Andy let me out” he growled but he removed his thick arm from the door. And without a second thought you exited his apartment

“You can't walk away from me!” he yelled, “You are mine!”

Without looking back, you exited his apartment

And hopefully his life

If you think you had fucked up before

It hold nothing on this

Pregnant said the little screen in your pregnancy test

“FUCK!”

Turns out the turns and knots in your stomach weren´t guilt trips about fucking a married man, or the indian food, they were morning sickness

Now you really fucked up

You had broken up with Andy four weeks ago, you didn't need to quit since you requested a transfer inside the department and they gave it to you, at the other side of town. Crappier office, but your Boss wasn't handsome and lying about getting a divorce to get in your panties

You even had move out, after Andy creep you out for the first week tailing you whenever you went

You returned your gaze into the sink, where the test laid there, mocking you

What the fuck where you going to do?

The doorbell rang scaring you to your core

Your date was here

Oh yeah, your date. You finally agreed to dinner with a former college classmate, he was handsome, in a cute geek way, his glasses hiding those big blue eyes, his sharp jaw

Now you could blame your horniness in your pregnancy.

You dried your tears you haden´t notice that came out and you exited the bathroom and ran to the door

One last night

You needed a breather

You opened with a wide smile, hoping it would hide the fact you were crying ten seconds ago

“You look stunning” he greeted, and he did as well, with his tailored suit

“You clean up very well yourself Clark” you giggled

He took you to a nice restaurant and was a gentleman enough not to question why you didn't want to drink wine, but sparkling cider to go with your pasta. You had such a great time. He was so charming and nice, he told about his passion to become a journalist, and how his job at the local newspaper was tiring, but rewarding.

You interrupted him for a very needed bathroom break, and you were going to the back of the restaurant, you saw, incredibly so, a way too familiar back seating on the bar

No, please no

You could have sworn it was him, and you cleared your doubts when he turned around just enough to peek at you, and your eyes met.

Fucking Andy

He had tried to talk to your boss about you, lucky for you, your very veteran boss knew better, he took one look at you and the reason you transfer and from where to figure out to some extend what went down between you two, and was over this gossip bullshit, defending you from the slander coming out of his mouth, unexpectedly for you, he was an old school gentleman, and had told Andy, nicely, to go have a nice picnic at the top of a cliff.

He waited for you in your old apartment, never engaging you, but he didn't hide as he followed you with his gaze from the bus stop to the very door of your place. You had to move out, at night, so you could make sure he didn't follow you

And now he was following you to your date. Well fuck him, you look at him with desdain, and continued your way into the ladies´ room

You were washing your hands when you felt him, towering over the corner of the bathroom

“You look different” he said, you finally looked at him, with his hands on his pockets, “You are more beautiful”

“That's what happens when you stop being in a toxic relationship”

“A toxic relationship?” you wanted to wipe that smug look on his face with you fist

“Are you following me now?” you asked, “It's over” he took two steps towards you but you didn't move, you stood your ground

“And I told you you couldn't walk away from me, you are mine”

“And I'm telling you to watch me walk away” he didn't stop you as you did, you walked out of the bathroom calmly

What were you going to do? you couldn't hide from him forever, maybe you should go back to your parents house. They would yelled to the skies when they found out you were carrying the baby of a married man, but they adored you, and your father loved babies, they would be over the moon after their rage had passed

The thought made you calmer, moving back was also a step back on your life's timeline, but you didn't care anymore, you will need the help. With a smile you sat back at the table, to continue your date.

“I would love to take you out again” he said way to close to your ear, when you both walked out of the restaurant, your arm intertwined with his

“I would like that too” you answered smiling shyly, being selfish because you did want to go out with him.

He had parked at the top of a parking lot building,

You saw in the corner of your eye a figure walking hastily towards both of you, since there were no more cars in the lot, you worried, and turned fully to look at it. Clark caught your gaze and looked in the same direction. The shadow soon became Andy, that when it was close enough, he grabbed Clark by his suit

“What the hell?” yelled Clark, trying to fight him off but failing

“Andy!” you called, to try to break them apart, “What the hell?” you tried to go around the car to get to them

“You are mine” you didn't notice how close they were to the railing until now. With a single push from Andy, Clark fell off the edge of the building. Time stood still as you stood there in horror. The sound of his body breaking against the concrete 6 stories down will hunt you forever.

Andy kill him

Andy killed a man

You ran to the railing but before you could look down Andy caught you

“Don´t look” he commanded

“Andy, you killed him!” you punched his fist with your hands, tears start falling, and you were so frighten you body shook, if Andy haden´t grab you by the arms you would have fallen knees to the floor, “You are a murderer”

“I told you you were mine” he growled in your ear, you whimpered in his arms, “You are fucking mine” you felt a prick in your arm, and then your body heavy, like it waws filled with rocks

“No!” you fighted, but you lost consciousness

When you woke up, your head hurt, you tried to focus, and when you did, you almost lost consciousness again. You were laid on a bed, in a strange dark room, which had a big glass wall on one side, the glass door was tight shut, the rest of the room had no windows, but painted walls, behind the glass, you could see an old wall that belonged to a basement. The room was big and spacious, it had its own small living room, a bookcase filled with books, and another door. You rose to you feet slowly, like you were afraid you were going to fall, and you gain mobility, you ran towards the glass door, your tired to opened it, but it didn't budge

“Oh God” you muttered, and you grabbed the door and tried to shook it, desperately

“It won't open darling” in the shadows behind the glass, Andy appeared, walking slowly towards the door

“Andy what's going on?” you asked, tears pricking your eyes, “What is this?”

“It took me a while to get it together,” he said looking around like an engineer would look at his masterpiece, “But is impenetrable”

“Andy please let me out”

“No sweetheart, you see, you didn't believe when I said I was getting a divorce to be fully with you, so I´ll show you”

“How?” you asked, scared

“I´m going to keep you here until I arrange everything, so we can finally be together, fully”

“Andy this is insane let me go please” you begged, tears falling freely, “You don't really love me, and you don't have to”

“I do” he was mad at the accusation, as he walked until he was standing just in front of you, a glass wall between you, “I do love you, and you don't believe me, so you forced me to do this”

“What about Laurie?” you asked, “Nobody is going to believe me Andy anyways, is not too late” you continued, “left me in the nearest Bus stop, and I will leave, and you can go back to your family”

“Don´t worry sweetheart” he said, putting his hands in the glass where yours were on the other side, in a tender gesture, “I´ll get rid of her” Oh god what did you do?

“No!” you yelled, and when he realised why you were so panicked, he frowned

“I´m not gonna kill her” he said, like he haden´t murder someone already, “I´m divorcing that nutjob, but if she refuses…Then I just might have to get her out of the way”

“No please Andy, she is so nice, the mother of your child” a child that was never going to left the hospital

“A crazy bitch that tried to kill that son, and almost succeeded” you sobbed as you tapped the glass slowly, reality would not sink in your mind right now. “Don't cry sweetheart” he said placing a Hand where yours was, “we are going to be together, we are so close”

“Andy please” you yelled, “this is insane, please let me go!” you tapped the glass with your closed fists, “I´ll skip town, you´ll never see me again” you were sobbing at this point

“I will let you out sweetheart” he said with a smile so tender it was clear to you that he was insane, “When you are so heavy with my baby you won't be able to escape me”

“What?” you whimpered, and he angrily tapped the glass with his hand, holding your positive pregnancy test, “How?”

“You were going to leave with my fucking baby”

“I just found out” why were you trying to explain yourself to him?

“After Jacob, Laurie and I tried for years to have another baby, but we couldn't”

“I'm sorry about that” you cried, “But please”

“I know it now, it has always been you” he said, smiling again, “You were meant to be with me, we belong together, just you and I, and our baby girl”

“We don´t know that yet” you cried, “You are married Andy”

“If you want them gone so bad, I´ll do it”

“NO!” you yelled, tapping the glass strongly, “No please don't hurt them”

“I will do anything so we can be married before our baby girl comes”

“NO!” you yelled, but he paid you no mind as he left the basement through a door.

Andy left you in the basement, as he closed the door strongly behind him, he fixed his tie as he went up the stairs to the first floor of his house.

He went to the kitchen

“Laurie, Honey, where are you?” he called as he slowly rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white dressing shirt

“I'm upstairs Sweetheart!” she responded, he only smiled as he grabbed a kitchen knife.

“I'm going!” he said happily

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