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charlie-boio · 4 years

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Care For You

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Summary: y/n is kidnapped by terrorists looking for Mitch

Requested: nope

Warnings: some angst, abuse, torture, kidnapping fluff don't read if any of these trigger you (also if I miss any lmk)

A/N: so this is my first fic...ever. Ive written before but I've never published anything before so hope yall like it :)

Y/n's head was pounding. She groaned as she turned her head to the side, feeling something sticky on the side of her face. Her arms were bound above her head with ropes digging into the flesh of her wrists as she hung there, duck tape strapped across her mouth. She had no idea how she got here, only remembering falling asleep soundly in her hotel room.

...this definitely wasn't the hotel room where she was staying. She pried her eyes open, blinking furiously. Her vision was blurred for a few moments as she tried to take in her new surroundings.

The room itself wasn't impressive. It looked like she was in a basement of some sort. It was cold and damp, with cement surrounding the wall and floor. She could see in the corner a circular table with a group of men sitting around it, laughing as they played poker, she guessed. One of men caught her eye and nudged the fatter man beside him. The fat man got up from the table with a sinister grin on his face. The rest of the men paid no mind to her, for now.

"Ah, look who's finally awake," he mused, coming up to her and ripping the tape off rather forcefully. He chuckled as her noise of discomfort as he pulled out a small photograph and shoved it in her face. "Know this man?"

"No," y/n lied. Of course she knew who it was: Mitch Rapp, the man she loved. The fat man knew this as well, earning her a slap across the face.

"Of course you do, you've been sharing a room together for the past week now," he said, slipping the photograph back into his jacket pocket.

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about,"

"Aw, come on doll, don't be like that!" he reached up to cup her face, but she flinched and turned her face away. The fat man exhaled through his nose, his lighthearted demeanor fading.

He turned his head and whistled, flicking his wrist forward. Two more men who were taller and muscular stood up from the table and walked over.

"Here's what's gonna happen doll: you're gonna tell us everything you know about you're little boyfriend Mitch Rapp, all the cases he's been working on, and where he is right now. You can either tell us all this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice."

Y/n knew her answer right then. She leaned forwarded and spit right in the fat man's face. One of the muscular men immediately punched her the in ribs.

"Where's Mitch Rapp?"

"I don't know." Another punch to the ribs.

"What case is he currently working on? Is it us?"

"No idea." That time, the punch hit her across her cheekbone.

It continued like this all day, the fat man asking questions while she refused to give answers. Y/n knew she'd rather die then give up the love of her life. She tried to stay strong for him, but she couldn't help the tears or the cries of pain she let out every time one of the men hit her. Once they were finished for the day, they slapped new duck tape on her and shoved a box under her feet and left her in the dark. Y/n tried to untie herself, but to no avail.

The next two day was a repeat of the first day, the cycle of torture starting anew. However, towards the end of the day, one of the men had pulled out a knife and had nicked cuts all over her, with a long but shallow one across her chest. At night, once again she'd tried to untie herself, but it worse because the rope had burned into her skin so bad that even shifting her wrist caused them to scream with pain.

The fourth day had started the same as the others, only y/n could see the fat man becoming increasingly agitated. He was hoping she'd crack by now, and he was tired of her snarky remarks.

"Enough!" he shouted as one of the men delivered a particularly hard punch to her face, instantly blackening her eye. "This ends right now! You tell us the information we want-"

"That I don't have," y/n said.

"-or I'll do something that I'm really gonna enjoy," he smirked as he began to unbuckle his belt. Y/n's eyes widened, silently begging.

BOOM! A shot rang out through the room. The next time y/n looked the fat man was on the floor, with a bullet through his head. She looked up across the room, smiling widely at her savior.

"Mitch..." she breathed.

Suddenly, a slew of CIA men came running in behind Mitch as they began to take down all the men in the room. Mitch took down one with two swift motions as he made his way over to her.

"y/n..." his facade of an emotionless machine momentarily broke as he looked at her, beaten with cuts and bruises all over her, eyes swimming with concern. He immediately began to untie the ropes on your wrists as you collapsed into him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry that this happened y/n, but I've got you now, you're safe. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?"

She nodded, tears slipping down her face as he carried her out of the room. Once outside, she squinted at the sun as Mitch and her entered the black SUV.

"Drive sir, we're good," Mitch said. Y/n looked to the driver seat to see Stan Hurley as he drove them off, mentioning the new hotel they'd be staying in indefinitely, forbidding either her or Mitch from leaving during that time.

"Now y/n, don't take this the wrong way, but we need to know any information you told them. No one will hold it against you for-"

"I didn't," y/n mumbled. Stan looked at her through the rear view mirror with his eyebrows raised.

"I can confirm, sir. They're ringleader mentioned how frustrated he was at her for not giving information just as we were about to enter," Mitch said, glancing over at y/n briefly. She silently thanked him.

Stan pulled into their relocated hotel, telling him he'd be in touch in a few days. Mitch thanked him as he pulled her out of the car and carried her once again to their new hotel room.

He walked into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. He placed her gently onto to the bed.

"y/n..." Mitch said, placing his hands on the side of her face. He leaned in and kissed her softly. She sighed into the kiss, overjoyed to finally be safe with him by her side. He pulled back, eyes filled with concern again as he wiped the fresh tears from her face. "Arms up, baby." y/n complied, lift her arms in the arm as he removed the tattered shirt from her. He immediately winced as he took in her beaten form. "I'm guessing you'll want to shower. I only have my clothes with me for now, but I'm guessing Stan'll bring yours when he comes back again. I'll bandage you up afterwards okay?"

Y/n nodded, standing up and walking toward the bathroom when she stopped. She turned back to Mitch, who was already looking at her.

"Um...could you-I mean I don't want to-but-"

"Yes, I'll shower with you," Mitch stood up and lifted his shirt over his head. They both enter the bathroom and stripped off they're clothes. Mitch turned on the water, checking to make sure it was a comfortable temperature before stepping in. He extended his hand, which y/n gladly took. She stepped under the water, hissing at the stinging sensation across her cuts. Mitch immediately took her into his arms, whispering apologies and soft words over and over as his friends danced patterns onto her back.

They stayed there like that for what felt like hours to y/n, swaying back forth slightly, both of them overjoyed to be in each other's arms. Eventually, Mitch took the soap and began washing the dirt and grim off of y/n's skin, being extremely careful around her cuts. Once finished, he turned off the water and grabbed the towels from the rack. They dried themselves off, then Mitch guided y/n out of the bathroom and sat her on the bed. After seeing no extraneous injuries on her legs, he handed her a fresh pair of sweatpants that she gladly slipped over her legs.

Her chest, unfortunately, was a different story. Large bruises covered her ribs and tops of her shoulders. They're were little cuts all over with a long one cut diagonally across her chest. While her one eye wasn't swollen anymore, it was still bruised along with her cheekbone. Mitch's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of her, instantly blaming himself.

"Okay, I'm gonna grab the first aid kit, okay?" he said, standing up.

"Wait!" y/n cried, grabbing his hand. Panic flooded through her chest. Mitch's eyes widened and he kneeled down back in front of her, shush her quietly.

"I'll be five seconds, even less if you want. I'm not leaving the room at all. You're safe here..." he ran his fingers through her hair a few times to settle her down. She took a deep breath a nodded, flashing a quick smile to seem brave. He got up and ran quickly to the bathroom again, rummaging through until he found the first aid kit. He ran back, y/n looking at him expectedly.

Mitch kneeled, opening the kit and removing the gauze and rubbing alcohol. He took the towel from the bathroom and dipped some of the alcohol onto it.

"Luckily, I don't need to stitch this big one, it's too shallow so it'll heal on it's own, but I need to clean it so it won't infect. It's gonna hurt..." he trailed off, looking at her sadly.

"...can I hold your hand?" she whispered. Mitch nodded quickly and held out the opposing hand for. He took a deep breath and began cleaning the wound. Y/n cried out and grasped his hand tightly as he worked as quick as he could. Once finished, he took the gauze and wrapped it around her chest. Mitch grabbed a sweatshirt and handed it to her, which she accepted gratefully.

Y/n laid back on the bed and Mitch followed, laying on the bed and opening his arm out for her. She snuggled closely into his side, breathing in deeply.

"I'm sorry baby, I am so so sorry this shouldn't of happened. Its my fault it happened I should've been here I-"

"Shhhhh my love it's okay," y/n looked at her through her lashes. "You saved me. You saved my life Mitch, just like I knew you would." She smile at him.

"I love you, y/n," he whispered.

"I love you too."

He placed a long kiss to her forehead as they settled in closer together. Soon, they're breaths evened out as they fell into a peaceful sleep.

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maraudererasmut · 4 years

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Black and White (Part XXXVI)

((Hey all! I might have to take a bit of an unexpected hiatus for a few days. Don’t worry, I will try to continue to write while I am gone and post as soon as I can. I apologize for the inconvenience!))

TW: mentions of sex (no actual sex, just vague discussions about it!)

It had been over a week since Remus and Sirius had fooled around in Black and White, and their late night shenanigans had yet to be mentioned by either party. Remus had avoided bringing anything up at the risk of making Sirius feel uncomfortable, and he could only assume that his boyfriend had done the same.

When Remus was out with Lily on their weekly coffee date, he absentmindedly nodded along to whatever his friend was saying; his mind was focused on other, more pressing matters.

"You okay, Remus?" Lily asked, nudging her friend with her foot. "You look a little out of it…"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he muttered, trying to bring his attention back to Lily. "Just lost in thought…"

"Wanna share with the class?"

Remus shrugged, taking a sip of his tea. He wasn't sure how much to disclose, or how much Sirius had already said to her. Seeing as Lily wasn't begging for additional details, Remus had assumed that Sirius hadn't mentioned anything about their evening in the gallery.

"Is Sirius a virgin?" Remus asked, surprising even himself with his straightforward question.

Lily stared blankly for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Remus furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what was so funny.

"What kind of a question is that, Remus? Where did that come from?"

"Iunno…" Remus looked down at his hands, trying not to let himself feel embarrassed. "I... was just wondering…"

Lily blinked. She scrunched her nose and tilted her head to the side.

"You're not kidding, are you..."

"Nope."

"Uh… no. No, Sirius isn't a virgin. Remus, he's almost thirty!"

"So?" Remus scowled at Lily, crossing his arms in dismay. "Age has nothing to do with that."

"You're right, you're right… I'm sorry. I just… A— are you?"

"What? No! I'm— no, I'm not. This isn't about me." Remus knew he was sounding a bit too defensive, but he hadn’t been expecting Lily to ask him that. Remus never had any particular qualms discussing his sex life in general, so he didn’t mind answering candidly— he was just taken by surprise by Lily asking him the same question in return. "I...well, things were a bit odd the other night and I was just… wondering…"

"Odd?" Lily quirked an eyebrow as she rested her chin in her palm. "In what way?"

Remus narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"How much do you know?"

"Nothing." Lily must have noticed the look on Remus' face, because she put her hands up and let out a giggle. "Honestly! Nothing! He hasn't told me anything! Last I heard, you two made up and you've been on a few dates and that's it!"

Remus nodded— they had made up and been on a few dates, that much was true. It seemed that Sirius neglected to tell Lily that after each date since their night in the gallery, he gave Remus a chaste kiss and a jovial goodbye before driving away.

"Sirius and I… we uh… we haven't…" Remus ran a hand through his curls, trying to think of a way to discuss this delicately. "I mean, we've only been dating for a week, but I was kind of expecting to… you know… and we haven't…"

"Hmm…" Lily crossed her fingers and chewed her lip in contemplation. "Maybe he's… trying not to push you? Like… maybe he's trying to respect your boundaries?"

"I've… made my intentions pretty clear," Remus admitted with a chuckle. He had not been subtle about his desire to sleep with Sirius this past week, but Sirius acted as if he was none the wiser.

"Have you tried asking him?"

Remus shrugged.

"I figured I'd ask you first… I didn't really want to… make things awkward, you know? We haven't been together that long. I was starting to get the feeling that something else was up..." Remus took another sip from his mug, trying to give himself a moment to think. "Is this… his first time dating a guy?"

Lily shook her head.

"No, he's been with men before. He's… never been averse to sleeping with anyone, to put it lightly."

"Just me, then..." Remus didn’t mean to sound so dejected when he spoke, but he couldn’t keep it out of his voice.

Lily's expression changed to the dreaded look of pity that Remus hated. She reached a hand out to his, giving it a squeeze.

"I'm sure that's not it, Remus. You should talk to him! I'm sure he has a good reason for why you two haven't done anything…"

Remus' mind wandered briefly to a fleeting image of Sirius on his knees and he quickly distracted himself with his tea.

"We… I mean… it's not like we haven't done anything…" He murmured, barely concealing his blush.

"Oh my god, Remus! Why haven't you told me?! Tell me everything!" Lily had a grin so wide, Remus couldn't stifle his laugh.

"No. I'm not telling you everything. We just… we did some stuff… he didn't seem as interested in doing other things…"

"Ugh, you're being so vague. This isn't helpful, you know!" Lily tried to give Remus a serious look, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face.

"He… didn't seem too keen on having sex. I didn't want to push it, so I just… left it at that. I was confused, is all. So I figured I'd ask you if he...had ever done it before..."

Lily's smile wilted as she considered Remus carefully, trying to read him.

"As far as I know, Sirius has always been fine with sex… I'm not really sure what's going on… Do you… want me to talk to James?"

"No no, leave James out of it. I'll talk to Sirius myself. I just…" Remus rolled his eyes as he thought about this whole situation. "I figured I should do some recon in case there was something delicate that I needed to know before I breached the subject. God… this is all so high school…"

Lily smirked at her friend over her coffee cup.

"You two are adorable," she cooed before taking a sip.

"Yeah yeah… shut up."

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"Hey Remus!"

Sirius sounded so enthusiastic on the phone, Remus could picture the gallery owner's smile perfectly in his head. The artist grinned up at his ceiling as he held his cell to his ear.

"Hey…"

"Ready for tonight? I was thinking we could catch a play. I've got a friend who can get us great seats—"

"That sounds lovely, Sirius," Remus interrupted, trying not to sound like he wasn't grateful.

"I feel there's a but coming…"

"I thought maybe… we could stay in tonight? I mean, don't get me wrong, this past week has been amazing, and it's so sweet of you to take me out to all of these things…"

"But?"

Remus closed his eyes and took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself.

"But I hate that it always has to be you treating me. I'd… I'd love to be able to treat you to something for a change. I just… you know I can't really aff—"

"Exactly!" Sirius sounded like he was sure Remus had just proved his point. "I don't mind treating you to stuff! You're my boyfriend, afterall. Let me spoil you. You know that I can afford it, I don't really see the problem!"

Remus held back his groan. Of course Sirius didn't see the problem.

"I know, I just…" Remus picked up a paintbrush that had been lying on his bedside table and he began to twiddle it between his fingers. "I like that you want to spoil me, I just… I'm not really a fan of being spoiled…"

There was a pause on the other end, and for a moment, Remus was sure that Sirius was about to break up with him.

"So… you don't want me to take you out places?"

"No, no, I just… how 'bout a happy medium? It doesn't have to be going out every time we see each other. We don't have to go to fancy restaurants every evening. We can… stay in sometimes. Watch some TV… play a board game… you know?"

Something about Sirius' silence told Remus that he didn't know.

"So… you want to spend tonight in?"

"Yeah! You can… uh…" Remus turned to look at his tiny flat, knowing that it was nothing compared to what Sirius was used to. "You can come to my place if you want. I can… cook you dinner…"

Remus silently prayed that Sirius would say no and invite Remus over to his place instead. That would be the ideal compromise: a night at Sirius' place.

"You know what? I'd like that. Dinner at your place sounds lovely."

Remus blinked, his hand stopped moving and the brush fell onto his chest.

"I… what?"

"We can have dinner at your place tonight. I didn't realize you could cook!"

Neither did I…

Remus closed his eyes tightly, silently cursing himself for trying to be polite and inviting Sirius over.

"Yeah, okay," he choked out, trying to sound casual. "I'll cook you dinner at mine. See you tonight…"

"See you tonight, Remus. I can't wait to see what you're gonna make!"

"Yeah… same…" Remus groaned, more to himself than to Sirius. He had accidentally dug himself a hole that he wasn't entirely sure he could climb out of.

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slapshot-to-the-heart · 4 years

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Flatbush & Atlantic: part v

Here we have part v! Took me a little longer than usual, but I’m really happy with how it turned out - it’s All Star Weekend with our favorite couple, folks! I haven’t been getting as much engagement as usual with the posts, so please feel free to reblog it and pop into my inbox!

part i part ii part iii part iv

part v

January 28

Cass sat on a metal bench at JFK, legs propped up on her carry-on, eyes flitting between the departures screen and her phone. Mat walked through the sliding doors to her left, catching her eye with a quick wave and smile. If he wanted to travel incognito in Long Island, though, the suit bag and “these-are-more-expensive-than-they-look” sunglasses weren’t helping his cause. “You’ve got the tickets?” She asked. After much convincing, Cass finally agreed to let Mat buy the tickets; he said it would be easier to make sure they were seated together, and had told her to think of it as a belated Christmas present if she’d like.

Mat nodded, gesturing towards the check-in counters. “Shall we?”

Cat grabbed his hand in her own as they walked to the counter. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that they’d be travelling anything but economy — she never had, after all — so she was more than a little surprised when he steered her and their bags towards American’s first-class check-in. He looked down at her. “What? You think I’d let you go to the All-Star Game in anything but the best? Nah, we’re travelling in style, babe.” Cass flushed, handing over her bags to be weighed and taking the boarding pass from the flight attendant with a harried thanks.

“Qu-est-ce que c’est, chère?” Mat asked, brushing a kiss over the top of her head as they headed up the escalator. French had been her foreign language in high school and college; it had gotten rusty, but Mat and Tito had been more than happy to practice with her, though Beau’s Québécois accent sometimes proved a little difficult to understand.

“I’m just really excited for this weekend. I know how much it means to you to be on the team and competing in the skills competition again, and I’m lucky to be able to see you do what you love.”

After a less-than-ideal forty minutes in the security line, Cass handed her license and Mat’s passport over to the TSA agent, who gave them a cursory once-over before marking their boarding passes and letting them through the scanner.

They boarded the Delta flight some 40 minutes later, after a much-needed pit-stop at the Starbucks. The flight attendants took their coats and showed them to their seats, and before Cass knew it she was seated in a very large, very comfortable chair that had more legroom than she thought humanly possible, a glass of champagne perched on her tray table. “Is this how you live? All the time?” She whispered to Mat, stunned.

“Sometimes,” he admitted. “The team charters a plane for games and I usually don’t do first class to go back home, but this is a special occasion. It deserves it, you deserve it.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek, pulling out his Airpods. “We’ve got just enough time to get through Pirates of the Carribean before we land. What do you say?”

Their plane landed a few hours later, the two catching an Uber to the hotel about twenty minutes away. Apparently there had been “a car” coming for them, but Cass balked at the idea, insisting that the Toyota Corolla coming to pick them up was more than enough for her.

“Hi, checking in for Barzal,” Mat said, smiling at the receptionist.

“One moment,” she replied, tapping on the computer and turning around to grab two key cards. “You two will be in room 307, third floor. Elevators are that way. Enjoy your stay!” Mat took the cards, handing one to Cass as they turned towards the row of elevators. As excited as she was, Cass was also just the tiniest bit apprehensive about sharing a room with Mat for a whole weekend. She had spent the night once or twice since the Christmas party, and had officially been granted “a drawer” in his dresser, but it was still the longest (relatively) uninterrupted time she’d spend with him.

There were a few hours before the festivities kicked off with some sort of red carpet-type thing, so Cass pulled out her laptop and got to work while Mat went off to exercise in the hotel gym. None of her professors this semester recorded lectures, so she was relying on good friends and a strong Wifi connection to get the notes from the one class she was missing. Cass wasn’t one to skip out on responsibilities and she did feel bad about not being there, but she had earned a break.

Mat came back a little while later, and Cass took that as her cue to start getting ready. After he got out of the shower, she took over the bathroom, spreading her makeup, brushes, and precisely-3.4-ounce bottle of hairspray over the counter. This was the first big event she was going to as a WAG, and nerves were flying. Cass was already well aware that she didn’t fit into the typical mold, and hated the fact that she felt like she had to justify herself everywhere she went. And it didn’t help that Mat wasn’t just one of the best young players in the NHL in recent memory, but also a total smokeshow of a man who had hundreds of women falling at his feet.

But galas, parties, extravagant events were nothing new to her. She had been the president of her sorority at UConn, organizing and attending more than her fair share of her own formals and semiformals or accompanying a friend or boyfriend to theirs. And law school called for dressing up more than occasionally. She was no stranger to impressing people. The dress was light blue to coordinate with Mat’s suit, heavily beaded, and absolutely gorgeous. This was the one part of the trip that she had absolutely refused to let Mat pay for, even though he offered. The league covered the room and he had gotten the flights, and her ego needed to pick up at least a marginal part of the expenses.

She twisted her hair up into a bun, bobby pins stuck in her mouth as she pulled out a few strands of hair. Setting spray? Check. Lipstick? A deep rose shade that she’d had since her first year of law school, so, check. “You almost ready to go, chou?” She asked, leaning down to her suitcase and grabbing the strappy heels she’d picked out for the night.

“Uh, yeah,” Mat said, buttoning his suit jacket. He usually had pretty good taste even before they started dating, but the navy blue velvet suit he was wearing was really something else. “Wow, you look amazing, Cass.”

She smiled, stepping towards him. “The lipstick’s kiss-proof, you know.”

He raised one eyebrow. “You wanna try that out?”

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It was a fifteen minute drive to the venue, the car the league had sent packed with players and their partners, or whoever else had managed to wrangle a spot. She thinks there were some cousins involved? Mat got out before her, holding the door open while he leaned down. “The reporters are usually fine, they get that most of you guys aren’t used to this,” he murmured, “but you don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to, I’ll say something if I see it getting out of line.”

She squeezed his hand in appreciation, taking a breath to steady her nerves before following him onto the red carpet. After posing for a few photos, they moved onto the reporters, Mat getting steered towards someone who Cass was pretty sure was from SportsCenter, but she couldn’t be positive in the crowd of hundreds. Cass briefly introduced herself, stepping slightly to the side as the conversation’s topics veered towards strategy and expectations, how best to manage playing with only three players and how he was feeling about his chances for fastest skater.

“And you’ve brought your lovely girlfriend Cassidy along, how did you two meet?” Cass heard her name mentioned, quickly snapping out of the daydream she had been lost in. Fluff pieces were nothing new and she knew it would come up, everyone loved getting to know the players outside of a strictly hockey context.

“Yeah, so I’m in law school, and I got an internship with the counsel’s office for the Islanders,” Cas started, “and I helped Mat with some visa stuff. He kept trying to drop hints that he was into me, but—”

“They weren’t hints. I was being as obvious as possible,” Mat deadpanned. Cass giggled.

“Well, yeah, in retrospect I was just being incredibly oblivious, but came to one day, and the rest is history.” Mat leaned down, brushing a kiss over her cheek, and Cass could see camera flashes go off in her peripherals. She’d have to track that picture down later.

The interviewer nodded, asking a few follow-ups on her exposure to hockey growing up, her dress, and one more. “So, you hardly live the typical life of a hockey girlfriend. What do you think about that?”

Cass was confused. “Pardon?”

“Law school, being a lawyer. That’s not something that you typically see WAGs pursue, especially considering the salaries NHLers make. It’s not like they have to do much.” Cass was floored. How could someone be so disrespectful, not only to her, but to every other woman in her position? She was struggling to come up with a response. As it would happen, she didn’t need to.

“Excuse me?” Mat’s response was dripping venom. “Why would you ask something like that?”

The interviewer tried to backtrack, but ended up digging himself into an ever deeper hole. “Well, I just meant that you don’t see it often, which is true—”

“Maybe you don’t, but that shouldn’t matter,” Mat said. “Being a stay-at-home mom or running charity events is awesome if that’s something that they want to do, but it’s not for everyone. And don’t you dare ever suggest that Cass hasn’t worked hard as hell to get to where she is. She’s graduating in five months from an Ivy League law school, and she’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. Don’t ever talk about her that way. Don’t ever talk about any woman that way.” He turned away, his hand on Cass’ upper back. “Don’t ever let anyone undersell you. You’ve worked too damn hard and come too damn far.”

Jan. 29 (fri)

Cass smoothed out her dress, taking a last-minute look in the mirror to make sure nothing was stuck in her teeth. “How do I look?” She asked, turning to Mat.

“You look great, babe. Stop stressing.” She had picked a floral dress and denim jacket for breakfast with Mat’s family, but couldn’t stop wringing her hands in worry. Mat crossed the room in three steps, holding her hands still and looking at her more intensely than she had ever seen. “Remember when I was losing my shit meeting your parents?” Cass gave a tearful nod. “And it all turned out okay and now I text your brother probably more than you do?”

She laughed. “Noah worships you, and my dad loves you. Thinks you’re ‘good for me,’ whatever he means by that.”

“I think,” Mat said, tapping her temple with one finger, “that sometimes you get a little stuck up here. You’re so smart, and it’s incredible, but you overthink things sometimes, pretty girl.”

She ducked her head. “That’s probably true.”

“But what I meant to say is that it turned out I had nothing to worry about. And neither do you, my parents will love you and Liana’ll just be excited to have another girl around to complain about me to. It’s going to go great,” he added with finality.

“You promise?” Cass asked.

Mat kissed her, soft and sweet and slow, the kind of kiss that wasn’t born of passion and lust but of just genuine deep trust and affection. The kind of kiss that brings your feet back to the ground when your head’s stuck off in the clouds. “I promise.”

Cass flashed a small smile, squeezing Mat’s hand in hers and heading towards the door. “Then I guess we’d better get going.” She had been up late the night before, searching on Yelp for the perfect restaurant, despite Mat’s continual claims that they’d “love wherever, they just want food.” Though, she’s not sure what she expected when asking a 20-something man what he wanted to eat. There was a cute place a ten minute drive away, with four-point-seven stars and reviews that said their quiches were the “best thing on this godforsaken planet,” according to IridescentGymRat44. Cass loved quiches.

It was a quick Uber over, Mat’s mom having texted him that they had already arrived and snagged a table in the back for privacy. It may have been a family event, but it was still All-Star Weekend and Mat was still, well, Mat. It wasn’t likely he could fly under the radar for too long. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand reassuringly as they turned the corner, and his face split into a wide grin at the sight of his family. Hugging each of them quickly, he stepped back to introduce Cass, one hand lightly resting on the small of her back. “This is Cass, my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, we figured,” Liana said pointedly, causing Cass to poorly cover up a snort of amusement, which in turn just caused everyone to laugh even more at their efforts trying not to laugh so hard.

As it would turn out, Mat was right. She really had nothing to worry about; his parents embraced her (literally and metaphorically) as soon as she set down and his sister immediately whipped out her phone to show his worst baby pictures. “Hey,” she said, as Mat glared at her, “you deserve to know what you’re getting yourself into.” They were interested in her work and school, and Mat gladly took the liberty of explaining how they met, earning a slap on the back of his head from his mom when he got to the part with the visa slipup. They said their goodbyes sometime around eleven; Cass would have liked to stay longer, but everyone needed to get back to their hotels and ready for the skills competitions in the afternoon.

“Excited to defend the title?” Cass said, bumping her shoulder against Mat as they walked down the hallway to their room.

“Yeah, I guess,” Mat said, shrugging slightly. “Obviously it would be great to win, but there’s still McDavid and Eichel and a ton of other guys that have just as good of a chance to run away with this thing.” After his win last year, it was no shock that Mat had been picked for the fastest skater competition again, but the hordes of fans and reporters who were expecting him to go back-to-back weren’t helping his nerves. They reached the door, Mat shoving his hand into his pocket to dig out the key card.

“Look at me,” Cass said softly, once they had gotten their shoes off and were propped up next to each other in bed. Mat’s head turned, his hand still absentmindedly tangled in her curls. “You’re going to do great. Win or lose. I believe it, your family believes it, the other guys on the team believe it. Now all we need is for you to believe it yourself.”

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Cass was walking through the tunnels of the BB&T Center, phone pressed to her cheek as she tried to listen to her dad on the other end of the line. A few players and their families were milling about, some getting ready to compete in their skills competitions, others catching up with old friends. “Oh, and you booked the tickets to Hermosillo, yeah?” It was a family tradition for them to spend a few weeks every summer back in Mexico with her grandparents; they had split their time between San Antonio and their hometown ever since retirement. Cass always tried to make it, but the past summer she wasn’t able to wrangle the two weeks off from her job that she’d need for the trip, and it had crushed her. They weren’t getting any younger, and her abuelo had suffered a nasty stroke the year prior that made her all the more anxious to visit.

“Yep, layover in Mexico City like usual, I’ll send you the ticket when the trip gets closer,” Patrick responded.

“And you’ve got everyone’s passport info?”

She could imagine her dad rolling his eyes. “Yes, Cassidy. Everything’s booked, everything’s fine. Have fun in Florida, tell Mat good luck from us.”

“Okay, I will. Love you, dad.” Cass said, running a hand through her hair.

A voice that she didn’t quite recognize called her name, and as she turned around she was more than a little surprised to see Auston Matthews waving at her. “It is Cassidy, right?”

She nodded her head. “Cassidy, Cass, I’ll answer to both.”

The confusion on her face must have still been evident, because he followed up. “I follow Barzy on Instagram, he brags about you all the time.”

“Yeah, sounds like him,” she said, tapping her fingers on her thigh.

“Are you going to introduce me?” His mom asked from beside him.

“Oh, yeah, ‘course,” Auston said, stumbling over his words. “Mom, this is Cassidy, obviously. Cassidy — Cass?” He questioned, looking over at her. She nodded. “Cass, this is my mom Ema.” She greeted her with a warm hug, and Cass just about melted. Moms really do give the best hugs.

Ema spoke up. “Do you have family in Hermosillo? I heard you mention it on the phone.”

“Mhm!” Cass’s head almost bounced from how fast she was nodding. “My grandparents split time between there and San Antonio, we try to visit for a few weeks every summer.”

“That’s where I grew up,” she responded, beaming. “It’s wonderful, but the summers get so hot, don’t they?” Cass and Auston both nodded.

“I think it got up to 110º when I was there once? Maybe 115º? I want to lock myself in a freezer sometimes, I swear.” The whole group collapses into laughs, and spent a few minutes talking before Cass had to tear herself away and find her seats with Mat’s family for the fastest skater competition. Ema had left her with no fewer than three restaurant recommendations, making her swear to try them all. “Best tacos I’ve ever had,” she had said about one.

Cass greeted Mat’s family with a wave as they settled into their seats, one row up from the ice on the right side. The players had just come out, and it only took a few seconds to make eye contact with Mat. She was wearing his — her — jersey, and had long since abandoned trying to roll up and cuff the sleeves. It wasn’t going to happen, and she kind of liked the feeling of being buried in it. She blew him a kiss as the announcers voices echoed through the stadium, and the heat was on.

Mat was slated to go last, which was either the best or worst thing depending on how you thought about it. Cass was always someone to sign up for the first slot for speeches and presentations, and hated having late games in tournaments during her lacrosse days. She liked being able to get it over with. Mat was the opposite. He was competitive and stubborn to a fault, needing to size up the competition and get ahead of the game. Needed to know what to expect. There first few she didn’t recognize, a few first-time faces to the All-Star competition, a rookie from Winnipeg who was a favorite for the Calder. Everyone was doing well, really well — all the times but one were under 14 seconds, but nobody had broken Mat’s time yet.

Eichel got close, McDavid got closer, and then Mat was up to defend his championship. She blew a kiss to him as he stepped up to the line, murmured a prayer, and the whistle blew. Clean straightaways, tight turns, gaining speed on the curves, and in the blink of an eye it was over. Cass knew he had won, the roar of the crowd told her as much, but she didn’t realize his time. She didn’t realize until the announcer reported that with a time of 13.080 seconds, Mathew Barzal had just set the record. His face was stunned for a moment, looking up at the screen and then down at the ice and then back up at the screen again, while being hugged and congratulated from all sides, as if trying to process what had just happened.

It was the last one of the night, so Cass said her goodbyes to Mat’s family, with a promise to meet up before the game the next day, and hurried down to meet Mat. There wasn’t anything formal scheduled for the rest of the night, so he came out of the locker room in just a pair of athletic shorts and an Islanders t-shirt. Cass ran up, jumping into his arms as he dropped his bag to catch her. “Woah, babe,” he said, steadying his hands on the back of her thighs, “coulda given me a warning there.”

Cass kissed him. “Wouldn’t have been nearly as fun that way, though, huh?”

“You’re right.” Mat shrugged good-naturedly, setting Cass down and grabbing his bag and her hand.

“How does it feel having beaten the record?” Cass asked.

Mat ran his free hand through his hair, still shower-damp. “So surreal. I wasn’t even sure I’d win, not with how stacked the lineup was, let alone get anywhere near breaking the record. It’s ridiculous, but it’s amazing.”

“You’re amazing.”

Jan. 30 (sat)

Mat was busy doing media and catching up with some of the guys before the game later that day, and Cass had elected to stay in the room. Mat had offered for her to come along, “you might think it’s interesting?” he had noted, but she’d be damned if she let herself fall behind in her last semester, she was just too close. It had already been a bit of a stretch for her to take a day off and come for the whole weekend, so her afternoon was instead filled with some utterly thrilling reading on advanced contract theory and a thick-as-all-hell review book for the New York state bar. She leaned back in her chair, taking the last remaining sip of the mediocre Lipton tea she had snagged from the basket by the room’s coffee maker. She could finish it later.

Cass picked up her phone, pressing play on a voicemail from Fiona that had been left earlier in the afternoon.

Uh, hey, it’s me. Cass, I don’t know if this is what you want to hear, but I don’t think I’d be a very good friend if I didn’t say it. Uh-oh. Conversations that started like that never ended well. I’m happy about you and Mat, I know you like him a lot, but I’m worried that he’s distracting you. I know you told us you’d be gone, but we missed you at the study group, and I know you skipped your law review meeting today. The rest of the message was more of the same, but one sentence stuck out to her. Think about where your priorities are. Think about where you want them to be.

Fiona Chan had a one-track mind. And Cass loved her for it — she was one of the most dedicated people she knew and an incredible friend. But she sometimes found it hard to understand when people had priorities that extended beyond the bounds of law school, when their sole focus wasn’t on their Contracts final or clinic or clerkship they were doing for some top-tier appellate judge.

She flopped back on the bed. Think about where your priorities are. She had been spending a lot of time with Mat lately, but no more than anyone would spend with their significant other — right? And it wasn’t a sin for her to have a life outside of law school. She was still more than competent at her job, got most of the reading done, was prepared when professors would cold-call on her. She still showed up to meetings.

But even she would admit that her head wasn’t in the game all the time, if she could hazard another High School Musical reference. She’d sneak texts, meet him for lunch instead of going to office hours, and now, take weekends off to be with him. But that wasn’t a bad thing. Or was it? Her grades weren’t really suffering, and nobody else had mentioned anything. Friends notice things, though, Cass thought. And Fiona was one of the most perceptive people she knew. She groaned. Why wasn’t there ever an easy way to figure these things out? She really liked Mat — she might even love him — but Cass couldn’t help but feel like she was gambling on something that wasn’t a sure thing. And her future wasn’t something to play games with.

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ladyideal · 4 years

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Get Well Soon

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1829

Summary: You help a colony pack up from a planet, and caught a rather nasty bug on the way back. After nearly two weeks, a cure was finally found. A particular doctor became rather reluctant in giving you it, as there were side effects that could be rather life threatening.

A/N: First off, I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense. Not entirely sure what I was trying to write. Was trying to get as close to the symptoms of the coronavirus, and ended up adding some of my own. Stay safe everyone, and remember to WASH YOUR HANDS. :)

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“Sweetheart, you’re burning up,” Leonard mentioned, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You had try to dodged away, but he was too fast. “You’re showing the same symptoms as the others.”

“I just need sleep, Len,” You argued. “’m not sick.”

The Enterprise was ordered to evacuate a Federation colony immediately. Planet 52XX was promising for some time, until the larger than life hurricane was spotted a year or two after the first settlement. Yet, the colony held out until the very last minute. With the hurricane larger than Jupiter’s own and encroaching onto the colony within two days did the Federation finally called it quits.

The planet was slightly more arid than the climate on the ship. In response, the lower decks were cleaned, and the second, more smaller Medbay was stocked ready for the colony members to come through for increase fluids. Temperature was raised, and the humidity was lowered to copy the planet’s climate. Steadily, they would be acclimated to the rest of the ship.

Other than that, the colony were thin, but healthy.

As Captain, you and two teams were beamed down to the surface of the planet to help with the evacuation. Well, it was mostly you and one team speaking with the adults, and the other team herding the kids towards the shuttle. In just the five or six hours needed to get everyone on shuttles, a thunderstorm passed through, soaking literally everyone within its vicinity.

Everything went seamlessly. Life aboard the ship continued.

Three day passed before the two members of the two landing teams was found unconscious, and immediately quarantined within hours after being brought down to the Medbay. Then another the next day, and another. Within five days after the original evacuation, everyone that was involved in the landing party were isolated.

Len had messaged you the notice earlier, but you’d ignored it for the most part. Being friends with him since the Academy, and dating for a solid two years now, you’d learned to never question him on his medical expertise. However, you had other plans. Command was hailing you every other hour, demanding for reports on the status of their failed colony.

Your boyfriend observed you in concern, as you played around with the peas on your plate. “Then you wouldn’t mind coming to medbay with me, so I can take a look.”

“It’s just a waste of time, Len,” You insisted anyways. “It’s just a low fever and a slight cough.”

Leonard raised an eyebrow. “Humor me.”

You sighed, reluctantly chasing after the offending peas with a spoon and eating them. “Let’s go, I guess.”

It didn’t take long for Len to settle you in an isolation room. One hour being quarantined, and finally away from work, your exhaustion returned in full force, sending you into bouts of coughs and the beginnings of a rather nasty pneumonia. Your boyfriend gently brushed away an errant hair, affectionately tucking it in behind your ear.

“Get some sleep, Y/N.”

In a day, your health spiraled out of control. Your fever soared into the dangerous zone, and the pneumonia worsened, puzzling all the doctors on board. The colony members were fortunate enough to not have encountered any significant diseases, and none ever had any symptoms like you did. It was just a brief mission; get them ready, and back up the ship. There was minimal contact with them, and yet both landing parties were afflicted with a life threatening disease.

Your joints ached, and you felt as if every inch of your body was on fire. It was becoming a fight for your life. Even Chris’s gentle touch as she cooled your forehead with a cool washcloth was too much for your senses to take. The medication dripped steadily from the IV was helping, but it was going to be a long recovery ahead.

“Leonard,” You whimpered weakly.

Christine sadly shushed you, humming tunelessly in an attempt to soothe you. She glanced over her shoulder in time to see Jim join your boyfriend, standing outside the isolation room.

“Still nothing?” The blonde spoke.

The CMO crossed his arms across his chest, but shook his head. His face was expressionless, but Jim knew better. He knew having you in the isolation room and severely ill was taking a toll on the doctor. There was a significant weight on him to take care of you, and all he felt was a failure in keeping you safe.

“It doesn’t look good,” Leonard paused, briefly glancing up at the monitor that displayed the numbers to your vitals. “We’re doing all we can for her.”

“She’s a fighter,” Jim assured his best friend. “She’ll pull through it.”

The doctor was silent for a minute, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t lose her, Jim. I can’t.”

“And you won’t, Bones. She’s got you. She’ll be okay.”

A week and a half went by before any good news came around. The fever had loosened its grasps on you, but you were still warm, and everything absolutely ached. It was selfish you knew to keep your boyfriend by your sides at all times, especially since he still had other patients to take care of. So as much as your soul ached for the skin to skin contact, you kept quiet. Leonard, on the other hand, did his best to stay with you as long as he could. He would catch you up on the recent ship’s gossip, how Joanna was, and how Jim and the rest of the Bridge had sent you Get Well messages.

Today was no different.

You were curled up on your side, mindful of all the monitor leads and IV tethers. Resting your eyes, you didn’t realize a presence beside your bed until the figure heaved out a heavy sigh. Despite the cannula nestled in your nose delivering a steady stream of pure oxygen, it was still hard to breathe.

“Len?” You croaked, cracking your eyes open.

Your boyfriend met your gaze. Even though he’d donned on his protective gear, you could still see his red rimmed eyes, and the dark circles beneath them. Almost instinctively, you reached out for him, only for him to grasp your hand in his gloved ones.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” He sounded strained, even to himself.

“You look awful, love,” You admonished gently, rubbing little circles on his hand in a futile attempt to get him to relax. “I’ll have you know that your office isn’t a place for you to sleep in.”

Leonard didn’t answer immediately, dropping his gaze to the vial rolling in his free hand. Curiously, you followed his attention too. With the joke falling flat, you figured out that he was wound up and too serious. All business, and no fun.

“What’s that?”

“A cure,” Your doctor flatly replied.

You brightened up at his words, but frowned since he wasn’t feeling the same. For now, you reserved judgement.

“Then?” You propped yourself up on an elbow.

Leonard sighed again, making a show of reaching the hypospray and loading the blue tinged liquid vial into it. Once he readied it, he caught your gaze again. This time, instead of happiness, there was apology swirling within his eyes.

“Science pulled through late last night. There’s a lot of side effects to this. Nausea, headaches, chills, and a significant chance of having seizures. In your current state, I’m not sure if we can pull you back from that.”

Your frown deepened.

“But if I take it, I’ll have a chance, right?”

“Yes, darlin’.”

“Then let’s do it,” You watched as your boyfriend got to his feet, and paced in front of your bed. “I already feel worse then I did before I went to nap earlier.”

“Sweetheart, please. You’ve still got a fighting chance with all the immunity boosters we’ve given,” He cursed afterwards, shaking his head.

“Len,” You spoke after a pause. “C’mere.”

Your boyfriend obediently shuffled back towards your bed, and sat back down on his stool. Reaching out for his hand, you kept your gaze on him and pouted.

“Please?”

He looked like he was going to argue, but thought better of it and stripped one of his gloves off. You spent the next few minutes reveling at the skin to skin contact, and briefly closed your eyes. It was awhile before you spoke again.

“I know you’re not ready to let me go, and I-I-I don’t want to either. But this is my one and only chance to stay with you, Len. I don’t want to go anywhere, but be by your side,” You breathed out, rubbing tiny circles with your thumb on the back of his hand. “I know the risks, love. This is me giving you my informed consent to go ahead, to give me a fighting chance.”

Leonard continued shaking his head.

You caught his gaze, observing the swirl of anger, desperation, sorrow, apologetic, and most of all, love in his. Gently squeezing his hand, you smiled slightly. The muscles in his neck were strained, and the way his hands clenched and unclenched, as though they were itching to do anything, was a sign of his desperation.

“For us.”

“Y/N, you’re the captain of this goddamn ship. What if-?”

“Leonard, listen to me,” You interrupted. “There is a long list of what ifs that could happen. We won’t be getting anywhere if we start into those questions. However the fact still remains that giving me that is the only logical choice.”

“Logical?” The doctor rounded on you again. “Sweetheart, please don’t tell me that Spock’s been giving you lessons.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Len, it’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first in a long time, you could see the hurt and the fear flicker across his face. The entire time you were severely sick, he was careful in not worrying you for as much as he could. Rounding towards your bed again, he made a show in readying the hypo and priming it.

Gently, he splayed a hand across the column of your throat, and glanced back at you. You nodded your consent one last time, as though you would have changed your mind in just a short amount of time. There was a slight fear, but you were ready to fully fight off this damn disease and get back into Leonard’s arms once more.

Without much flair, he pressed the hypo to your neck, and injected the slightly blue substance. Tossing it aside when done, your boyfriend sat back down on his stool, head in his hands.

“One hour,” He declared, voice muffled by his hands. “If you’re not having any seizures, we can talk about bringing you out to the main wing soon.”

You settled back against the biobed, and waited alongside him.

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wolfypuppypiles · 7 years

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Your fanfics are absolute blessings?? Sorta addicted to hurt!Alec in Malec fics, so I'm obsessed. Just to put down a prompt idea, no pressure... Magnus gets possessed by a demon (like the possession of Alec and Izzy), and spews hateful words to Alec and attacks him? Alec is injured but expels the demon, and what happens from there is dealer's choice! Vise versa (Possessed!Alec attacking Magnus) is also fine if you prefer that. Have a wonderful, Malec-loving day. ❤❤

awww you are so sweet thank you! This was a great prompt, I really liked how it turned out and it’s longer than my one shots usually are so I really hope you like it!! It’s called “Devil on your mind.” which is a song by whittaker and its really good

Alec knew it wasn’t Magnus, but it was his eyes, and his voice, and it hurt so much. “Magnus, please. Don’t do this, you can fight it!”

The warlock’s eyes were cold, and his voice hard, as he came after the love of his life, with balls of magic curling around his palms. “What if I don’t want to? What are you worth to me? A few years? One measly lifetime? You are a blink of an eye; a memory lost among thousands of others. You are nothing to me.”

Alec let out another sob as he desperately tried to crawl away from his boyfriend. They’d been spending the day together, and it had been perfect, until Magnus had changed.

His shoulders shook, body curling in on itself as he groaned out a warning. “Alec. It’s a…ugh, it’s a demon. I can’t stop it. Run.”

And then his eyes turned cruel and he’d laughed hysterically. It was so unlike Magnus it had made Alec shiver. His voice was tinged with humour. “Too late, little shadowhunter.”

Alec had tried to stop him, tried to draw a devil’s trap on the floor, but the demon was faster, and it had broken Alec’s arm before he could make a single mark. That agony, that white hot pain, blurred Alec’s mind, and he couldn’t think clearly.

And now, the demon stalked its prey, slowly advancing on Alec as he tried to crawl towards the apartment door. Izzy and Jace were trying to get in, but were being kept out by Magnus’ wards. Alec wasn’t even sure how the demon had gotten past it.

The demon threw another ball of magic, one of many that had already been thrown, among kicks and punches and every ugly insult that the demon could find that would hurt Alec.

The ball of flame struck the Nephilim in the chest as he screamed. The concentrated orbs of magic hit like a bat, slamming the shadowhunter to the ground with a force that made several of his ribs snap. Alec sobbed again, unbroken arm wrapping around his chest as he tried to reason with the body the demon was in.

“Magnus, I know this isn’t you. It’s okay. You’ll be okay, we’ll get it out. Just…please try to fight it.”

Jace and Isabelle could hear it all, and slammed at the door with renewed vigour, at the desperation in Alec’s voice. Jace could feel everything his brother did, and he knew that Alec was hurt. His own hands were bloodied, and still he hit them against the doors, desperate to save his Parabatai.

It was agony, hearing and feeling his best friend being hurt by the man he loved, while being shut out, unable to help.

Isabelle cursed as she tried every rune and resource she knew to break the wards and get through, but none were working.

Again, the demon came closer, as Alec backed himself against a wall. He had nowhere else to go and he couldn’t stop him on his own.

Usually, when possessed by a demon, the victim has no control and doesn’t remember it happening afterwards. Alec knew that feeling for himself; that strange hollowness, the loss of time. But because Magnus was part demon, he had more say over what his body did. He didn’t have much control, but he couldn’t bear to hurt Alec anymore.

Using every ounce of strength he had, Magnus forced the demon to the back of his consciousness, and took over his own body, just for a second. But a second was all he needed.

Alec watched Magnus’ steps falter, stumbling as he regained control, before he flung out an arm and took down his wards, allowing Jace and Izzy through. His eyes were full of apologies, and he opened his mouth to tell Alec he loved him, only to growl instead.

The demon took back control, angry at being overpowered, and roared, running at Alec with hands lit up with flames. “You’ll pay for that warlock!”

Alec flinched, curling into a ball against the wall, but those flames never came. Jace and Izzy burst through the apartment doors, weapons raised, and the demon was tackled to the floor, slamming against the hardwood.

Jace struggled to hold the warlock’s hand’s down, but he and his siblings had wrestled enough times that he knew about fifty different ways to pin his opponent beneath him. Finally, he had the demon subdued, hands twisted behind him, useless, as it screamed in rage.

Isabelle raced around the two, quickly drawing a devil’s trap on the floor and beginning her chant. It was a prayer, and a spell, one to exercise the demon and trap it back in hell.

The demon struggled, pulling Magnus’ face into an expression of pain and hate as it was dragged back to hell. Jace pressed it down harder, while doing his best not to hurt the body it was dwelling in. “Get out of Magnus!”

The demon’s screams grew louder and more desperate as Isabelle came to the end of the exorcism, and finally Magnus’ eyes rolled up into his head and he went limp. The demon was gone.

Jace scrambled off him, carefully rolling him over as Izzy knelt beside them. Jace gently shook his shoulder. “Magnus?”

Nothing happened. Alec whimpered from his place against the wall, as he watched Jace grow more worried. The blonde lifted a hand towards him.

“Stay there, buddy. Don’t move.” And then he turned to his sister, voice quiet. “Iz, he’s not breathing.”

The Lightwood girl let out a small curse and went to start compressions, when finally, the warlock shot straight up and gasped. Jace jumped back in fright before taking the other man’s shoulder and leaning down to look into his eyes. They were widened in fright, and Jace kept his voice calm and quiet.

“Magnus? You’re okay now; the demons gone. I’m going to check on Alec. Izzy stay with him.”

Magnus looked up at the mention of his angel’s name, and Jace sprinted over to his brother. Alec was trying to make his way over to the others, but his head pounded and he hurt so bad. His chest was tight, and he couldn’t get enough air in, as he stood on shaky legs, only to fall back on his knees, with a grunt of pain, after the first step.

Jace caught the Nephilim before the rest of him could hit the ground, and he cradled him in his lap as he spoke softly to him.

“Alec, just stay still, we’ll get you both fixed up, but I can’t have you moving. Lay still.”

But Alec didn’t care about himself, he needed to know how his boyfriend was doing. He struggled to sit up in Jace’s arms, whole body shaking as his vision blurred. “Is he okay? Is Magnus okay?”

Jace nodded, looking briefly over to where Magnus was slumped and ragged but sitting up, as Izzy checked him over. He looked shell shocked, eyes frightened as he looked at Alec.

Jace turned back to his brother, and gently lifted Alec’s shirt in order to activate his iratze rune. “He’s fine, he’s just worried about you. Let me see that arm.”

Magnus may have been free of the demon but he remembered Alec’s pleas for mercy, and his screams of agony as he’d attacked him. He could remember the way Alec’s bones had sounded when they broke.

Isabelle whispered reassurances to him as she wrapped a blanket around his shoulders, but he heard none of it as he shook on the ground.

Jace did his best to treat Alec without hurting him further, but the broken arm couldn’t even be touched without causing pain. Magnus couldn’t watch anymore, he couldn’t see that arm laying at such an unnatural position, and he couldn’t hear Alec whimper any longer. It was his fault, he’d done that to him.

The warlock stood on shaky feet, and ran to the bathroom, throwing up as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Izzy came to his aid, kneeling beside him, and rubbing his back as he tried to catch his breath. He didn’t even have to say anything; she’d been in his shoes before and she knew the guilt he felt. “It wasn’t you, Magnus. He knows that.”

But the warlock shook his head. “I wasn’t strong enough to stop it. It was my hands that hurt him, Isabelle. My voice that said those horrible things. How could he ever forgive me? How could he ever look at me again without seeing that monster?”

He dissolved into sobs, and the shadowhunter took him in her arms. She rubbed a hand over his back, her words coming out with a sigh.

“Because he loves you.”……

“Alec, lay back down or I swear to the angel, I will knock your ass out.” Jace was getting impatient with his brother; having to tell him off more than a few times, but the shadowhunter just didn’t want to stay in the infirmary.

“I have to talk to him, I need to make sure he’s okay!” Jace gently pushed Alec back into the bed and pulled his blankets back over him, before readjusting the Iv on his arm.

“And I need to make sure you’re okay. Izzy’s with Magnus, he’ll be all right, but you seriously need to stay in bed. Just let me look after you.”

He was fussing and he knew it but Alec was always a difficult patient; he never liked being kept down for long. Alec sighed in defeat and slumped back in his pillows as Jace carefully placed ice packs all over him.

He hurt all over, his arm still throbbing despite the amount of pain meds in his system, and he had a migraine from the concussion he’d sustained. He watched Jace as he adjusted pillows with his own bandaged hands.

He’d banged on the apartment door so hard and for so long, that he’d ripped the skin over his knuckles and broken a few fingers. Of course, he hadn’t complained, but Alec noticed anyway.“Thanks for saving us.”

Jace nodded, not looking up from his work. His voice was causal, as if banishing demons and saving lives was no big deal. “You know I’ll always come save you. I’m just glad you’re okay. Magnus will be too, and I did my best not to hurt him when I attacked the demon. He might have some bruises though.”

Alec took his hand, making it pause from where it had been drawing an iratze on the Lightwood’s side. “I mean it. Thank you. That demon would have killed me if you hadn’t stopped it.”

Jace looked uncomfortable at the thought, and shrugged, frowning at a bruise and a graze over Alec’s jaw.

“You’ve handled worse before. You could have taken him.”

“No, I couldn’t.” His voice was quiet as he looked up at the ceiling. “I didn’t even fight back, Jace. I couldn’t hurt Magnus.”

The image of Alec laying on the ground, broken and bloodied by Magnus’ hands, struck Jace so hard that he shuddered. He gave his hands something to do, to take his mind off the horrible image of his brother being killed by the person he loved most, and carefully cleaned the graze on Alec’s face, making him wince.

“Well it’s a good thing Izzy and I were there then.” He was clearly upset, and Alec let out a soft sigh and took his parabatai’s hand.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… Thanks for taking care of me.” Jace gave him a reassuring smile, and squeezed his hand back.

“Anytime.”

……………

It was a few days until Jace let Alec leave his bed, and in that time, he hadn’t managed to get Magnus on the phone.

Izzy said he was fine, just shaken and feeling guilty after the whole awful ordeal, but Alec was worried. He knew exactly what Magnus was going through, he’d buried himself in his guilt when he killed Joycelyn and hadn’t let anyone help shoulder the pain. Until Magnus took it from him.

Alec needed to know he was okay, and he needed Magnus to know that there was nothing to be sorry for.

He was still healing, and his arm was in a cast, but he was feeling much better and he finally talked Jace into letting him go so he could talk to his boyfriend.

He headed straight for the apartment, finding the doors tightly shut and the wards back up and stronger than before.

Alec was usually the only person that could enter whenever he liked, because he considered it home too. But this time it was locked, and so, he resorted to knocking.

“Magnus it’s me.”

The apartment was quiet for a few moments before Alec could hear something like ice clinking in a glass, and then a soft voice from close behind the door.

“Alexander. Are you, all right? How badly did I….?”

Alec leant against the door, hating the distance between him and his warlock.

“I’m fine, Jace fixed me up.”

Another pause and then Magnus’ sombre voice.

“Then you should go.”

“Magnus.” The name came with a breath of surprise. Alec pounded on the door again.

“I’m worried about you, please just let me in.”

He didn’t hear anything for a few moments, and thought that Magnus was ignoring him, until the wards shimmered and fell around the door, as it opened, allowing Alec through.

The shadowhunter found him on the balcony, looking out over the city with a glass in his hand. Alec walked over to him but the warlock didn’t turn.

“Magnus, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

He wanted to reach for him, but Magnus was keeping his distance, and hadn’t even looked at him yet.

“I’m fine. You’re not.”

Alec stepped closer. “I’m healing, I’ll be okay. Hey, come on, look at me.”

The warlocks head lowered and he set his glass down, fingers curling into fists.

“I can’t. How can you be here? How can you stand to look at me?” His voice was shaky, and it was evident that he was hurting. Alec came up behind him, reaching for one of his hands.

“It wasn’t you, Magnus.”

The warlock let out a small trembling breath, tears blurring his vision as Alec’s fingers curled around his.

“I hurt you. I said such horrible things.”

Alec pulled gently on his hand, turning him around to face him, but Magnus kept his eyes closed and his face ducked low. There were tears trailing down his cheeks, and Alec’s breath hitched at the sight of them.

“No, you didn’t. That’s what the demon did, and it’s gone now. It can’t hurt us anymore.”

Magnus still wouldn’t look at him, but Alec was standing so close now, and he lifted Magnus’ hand to his mouth, kissing the fingers as the warlock curled them away as if it hurt to be given affection.

“Alexander.” The name came as a plea, but Alec wouldn’t let him be pushed away. He wouldn’t let Magnus hurt on his own.

“That wasn’t you. You wouldn’t say those things and you would never hurt me.”

Using his good hand, Alec guided Magnus’ palm to his own cheek, pressing it to his face. His voice was insistent and calm. Magnus couldn’t get the image of Alec cowering away from him, out of his head, but Alec wasn’t afraid.

“This is you. Here with me. You kiss me every morning, and make tea in your robe, and you like to sing when you think I can’t hear you.”

Magnus let out a sob, eyes still tightly shut as Alec brushed his hair back with a gentle finger.

“You like to spoil me, even though I tell you every time that all I need is you. I fall asleep with you wrapped around me, and wake up with your hand in mine, and I’ve never been happier in my life, than when I’m with you. You’ve given me everything I ever wanted, and never thought I could have. You are Magnus Bane, you are my boyfriend, and you are everything good in this world. That thing that hurt me wasn’t any part of you.”

Magnus moved his hand from Alec’s cheek, down to the Nephilim’s chest, where he could grip his shirt and feels his heart thumping beneath his fingers.

Alec spoke again, taking Magnus’ other hand and squeezing it in comfort. “Open your eyes. Look at me, baby, come on.”

Magnus took a shuddering breath, and slowly opened his eyes, only to step away from the shadowhunter and sob again as he took in the damage to his boyfriend. The bruises over every part of his skin, the cast on his arm, the grazes over his face.

“Oh god, what have I done. Look at you, my poor angel. I’m so sorry.”

Alec didn’t let the warlock move away, taking his waist, and pulling him back to his chest.

“You didn’t do this. You would never do this. Magnus, kiss me.”

The immortal shook his head, eyes unable to stray away from the deep black bruises smeared across Alec’s collarbone where he’d kicked him. Alec didn’t relent, voice dipping to a breathy whisper as he held Magnus close, noses brushing, their lips only a breath apart.

“Kiss me.”

Magnus surged forward, pressing his lips to Alec’s perfect mouth with a shaking gasp. He tasted the way he always had; like safety and home, and everything he’d ever wanted.

Alec’s heart was thumping under his palm, as the Nephilim buried his fingers in his hair at the back of his head.

Everything else melted away. He wasn’t that horrible thing, he wasn’t cruel and his hands weren’t the fists that had beaten Alec down. His hands were soft where they touched his angel, fingers brushing across Alec’s cheek.

He was not the cold, hard, voice that told Alec he meant nothing; he was a man with a heart bursting at the seams with love. That’s all they were, in that moment. Two people in love.

He finally broke the kiss, and Alec smiled, seeing the grief and pain gone from his boyfriend’s face. “There you are. My beautiful warlock.”

Magnus finally relaxed in his hold, and Alec pulled him to his chest for a hug. He was enveloped in safety, and Magnus breathed a sigh of relief.

“I love you, Alexander.”

Alec kissed his temple, and squeezed him tight.

“I love you too, Magnus.”

(I really hope you like it!! Please tell me what you think!! I’ll post this on my ao3 and ff.net accounts too! and thanks again for the prompt!!!)

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Small World

Summery: based off this Daddy Wednesday rom @bucky-plums-barnes and @arawynn

Triggers: Break up, cheating (mentioned very briefly, this is mostly fluff)

Word count: 2100+

A/N: sorry ive not been as active recently. ill try to write more. love you all.

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um was hard. After an amazing night with a guy named derek you were left with a more than you bargained for. Tara. Not that you didn't love your daughter, she was just unplanned. And you did love her but dating with a child was hard. So you waited till she was in school to date.

Your first date was nice but he bailed after you told him that you had a young daughter. The next guy was was amazing.

He bought you flowers, treated you well, was fun with your daughter. And he was amazing until you found out he was fucking his personal trainer. So after that 3 year relationship disaster you swore off men.

‘I fucking hate them, Stacy’ you whined after taking another sip of your cocktail. Your best friend decided to take you out while her boyfriend watched Tara.

‘Yeah, men can be shit’ she agreed, her hand rubbing your shoulder soothingly. There was loud music and people dancing all around you. Usually you'd love it, today it irritated you.

‘Why can't I find a good man?’ You moaned, swirling the drink with your finger.

‘You just have to wait for the right man’

‘I'm going to be forever single’ sighing you finished the rest of your drink in one gulp and ordered two more.

A man, about your age, blond and tall, walked out in front of you. He pulled your attention by tapping you on the shoulder and practically singing the words. “Have you met Bucky?” He then pulled his friend into your view and walked away.

His friend, Bucky, must have been 6’1 and thick. You could see the outline of his muscles through the shirt he wore. His hair was dark, long and messy. It really framed his face. Oh, and his face. The definition of perfection.

Unfortunately, you couldn't appreciate any of that. Clouded by the heartbreak of your last relationship.

‘Hi’ he smiled nervously.

‘Look, Bucky?..’ he nodded to confirm his name. ‘Normally I'd be all over you but I just got out of a 3 year relationship so I'm just here to drink away the sorrows’

‘Thank god’ he sighed, letting out a breath that seemed to hold him up. ‘Not that you're not beautiful, coz you are, but I'm just not ready for anything. My friends are pushing me to get a girlfriend’

‘Sorry I couldn't be more responsive’

5 years later

You were at a hotel for a work conference. Tara was staying at your friend’s house that week and you were a happy for the peace. She had just started middle school and it was like she developed an attitude overnight. You had got there a little early so went to the bar to have a well earned cocktail.

‘Excuse me?’ You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to find a very attractive man smiling at you. ‘I recognize you. Bucky’ he pointed at himself. You must have looked quite confused because he carried on explaining. ‘We were at a bar and my friend said “have you met Bucky?”’

And then it hit you. Bucky. From that club. Was he that hot when you first met him? Heartbreak must have made you blind, you finally understood why Stacy yelled at you when they left.

‘Yeah, I'm Y/N’ you smiled, you shook his hand as this was a formal event.

‘I finally know the name of the hot bar girl’ he said slightly under his breath.

‘Hot?’

‘Yeah, oh god. We've just been calling you that and I forgot what it meant’ he laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

‘So, you still talk about me?’ you smiled at him, taking it as a compliment.

‘Yeah, my friend Steve keeps getting on my back coz I'm still single and talking to you is the closest I've got to a relationship in ages’ he laughed again and rubbed his eye.

‘Well, that makes two of us.’ you raised your glass at him and took a sip.

‘Really, you're single?’ nodding, you chuckled ‘Well if you're single, could we go for a drink some time?’

He smiled at you hopefully, and you returned it. ‘I would love to!’

Bucky opened his mouth to say something else when the door to the conference room opened and some guy dragged Bucky away. He saluted when he walked away but turned before he could see your response.

The conference was just as boring as you had expected. Still, you tried to take notes but Mr “gorgeous” Bucky was directly in your eye line. After it had finished you were hoping to catch him and give him your number but your friends distracted you and he was lost in the crowd. After the two of had finished your conversation she was pulled away by someone and you were left again. You started to stand on your tiptoes and looking above the crown, but before you could analyse the room you felt a hand brush against your back.

‘Looking for someone?’ you hear the smooth tone of his voice again and turn to see Bucky standing there.

‘Not anymore’ you said while smiling up at him.

‘Are you free now? We could go for that drink now’ He offered.

‘Well, all my boring work lunches are over so I’m all yours. Lead the way’

You texted your friend the location of your date and got on.

The hotel bar was elegant. The room’s lights were dim and there was soft jazz playing In the background. He was sat at a table in the far corner of the room. You walked over to him and saw that he was sitting on a very comfortable looking couch. When you reached him he stood and kissed your cheek, he then offered you a seat which you took gratefully.

The date was amazing. You ended up ordering food as well and staying up till late. You learned that Bucky had been in the army but after an accident he left. He also had a son who was about the same age as your daughter and he liked to dance. He was actually good at it and offered to show you on your second date.

You kissed too, he was an amazing kisser. So, naturally you agreed to that second date.

You were smiling the whole way home. You can’t believe you had turned away that man all those years ago. Playing your happy playlist, you drove over to your friends house. You knocked on the door and waited for her. When the door was opened you walked in to find your daughter in the living room.

‘Hi Tara!’

‘Hey, mum. How was the conference?’ She stood up as soon as she saw you, hugging you as she asked the question.

‘Better than I expected’ you were clearly very happy, judging from the massive smile on your face. ‘Come on, we better get out of Stacy’s hair. How much did she annoy you this week?’ you turned to your friend.

‘Not at all, she’s been a delight to host’ Stacy hugged your daughter, kissing the top of her head protectively.

You waited for Tara downstairs and she got her bag from the guest room. Stacy had redecorated a little since you had been here last, usually the two of you would go out or go to yours. It brightened up the room. You spoke briefly about it but Tara was by the front door quicker then you had imagined.

‘Thank you so much for this week, I’ll tell you more about the conference at lunch’ you hugged your best friend before turning to leave the house.

‘I look forward to it. Bye Tara’ you heard her call out.

‘Bye Aunt Stacy’ She replied opening the car door.

You followed your daughter, getting in the driver's seat and driving off.

‘Ohh, mum. Why is your happy playlist on?’ She asked after looking at the screen in your car, you looked over at her for a second to see her smiling at you.

‘I’m happy’ you replied simply.

‘Yeah, I guessed that. But why are you happy? Usually your mind is so numb after one of those things you can barely talk.’

‘I’m just happy. Anyway, how’s school? You make any friends yet?’ you tried to change the subject, she didn’t seem to notice or care.

‘Yeah, actually this guy, Steve, is having a sleepover this Friday to break the ice or whatever. It was his dad’s idea. Can I go?’ you put of her most innocent smile to get you to say yes and you fell for it.

‘Yeah, just make sure you give me his address’

‘Thank you, mum’

Tara was dropped off at her sleepover, you were strictly to remain inside the car. She couldn't have her mum making her “uncool”. But you were glad, sure you missed her but nothing some me time couldn't fix.

You were planning on having a bath when your phone started vibrating. Tara’s name was on the screen.

‘Tara?’ You answered quickly.

‘Mum? I forgot my toothbrush, can you bring it over please’ her voice was distorted by the speaker and the loud children in the background but you could still understand her.

‘Yeah, I'll be there in 20 mins.’ You sighed, your night of me time was being interrupted but you remembered how annoying you had been at that age. If your mum could put up with you, you can put up with Tara.

You found her toothbrush and was in the car in under a minute, determined to get home to your bath quickly.

This was the second time that day you found yourself outside this stranger's house. You rung the doorbell and waited a few paces away from the door. When you heard the lock being undone you smiled slightly.

‘Y/N?’ Bucky was on the other side of that door. Judging by his expression he was just as confused as you were. ‘Come in’ you did as he said and he closed the door behind you. ‘How did you know where I lived?’

‘I didn't, I'm here coz my daughter forgot her toothbrush at a sleepover. How funny would it be if-’

‘-my son was hosting a sleepover? Yeah, he is’ he lead you to a room that radiated noise. Your daughter was sitting on the floor surrounded by 3 other kids holding a piece of pizza and laughing. She looked up to see you and immediately got up.

‘I've got your toothbrush, love’ you pulled out the little bag you had put it in and handed it to her.

‘Thank you, I should probably introduce you to everyone. This is Nancy, bill and Steve. And this is Steve's dad’ she pointed at everyone and looked up at you.

‘Yeah, we kind of know each other’ pointing at Bucky you mumbled your words. Feeling a little embarrassed.

‘You do? How?’ Steve, who had Bucky’s brown hair and piercing blue eyes but shared no other features, asked.

‘You remember that girl at the conference?’ Bucky said to his son, he nodded in reply. Bucky just gestured to you.

‘You guys went out on a date?’ Steve asked.

‘You went out on a date?’ Tara repeated.

‘Yeah, but if it's too weird for you we don't have to’ you said quickly, Bucky looked a little sad at the thought of losing you so quickly.

‘No, mum, you should. You've been single for a while’

‘Yeah, same with you, dad.’ Steve said to his dad.

‘Okay, we’re gonna leave now. Have fun!’ Bucky closed the door behind you and lead you to another.

‘How weird is that?! Small world huh?’ You sat down on the small couch he had, waiting for him to sit beside you.

‘Yeah, that's the 3rd time we've met by accident. Are you sure you're not stalking me?’ He joked.

‘If anyone was stalking anyone here, you'd be stalking me.’

‘That's true’ he nodded, making you giggle like you were a kid yourself.

‘Tara said that it was your idea to have a sleepover, why would you do that? I mean put yourself through having 4 pre-teens in your house?’ You were curious because even one was hard work for a single parent, but 4 would kill you.

‘I know, I can be an idiot sometimes. But Steve likes them and I have noise cancelling headphones so hopefully I'll get some sleep’

‘Well I can help for a bit but I bought a film I wanna ugly cry to without my daughter around to laugh at me, so not too long’ he laughed softly and leant forward slightly. You met his lips, smiling a little into the kiss before pulling away quickly.

‘You're a doll’

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