#mari please you're so close yet so far

[softestqueeen]

i can't do this anymore!

pairing: bbc!sherlock x gn!reader

summary: When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

warnings: nothing really, just miscommunication and a little angst

a/n: hey, this is my first ever fanfic so please be a bit patient with me. English is not my first language, I apologise for all the mistakes I've probably made.

Sherlock and you have been in an relationship for almost two years and so far everything was going great. Well, at least that’s what Sherlock thought.

Until one day, when he overheard you on the phone talking to your best friend, Mary. It wasn’t his intention to eavesdrop, but you looked upset while talking and he just wanted to assure he wasn’t the cause for it.

You were on the phone ranting to your best friend about wanting to quit your job. It didn’t make you happy anymore and you’ve already applied for new jobs. You didn’t tell Sherlock yet, because he was very busy with one of his cases and didn’t want to bother him with something that could wait.

“I’ve noticed that in these past few weeks I wasn’t happy anymore with this situation. I can’t keep on doing this, it’s just too much. So the only right thing to do, is end it. Once and for all.”, you told her.

Hearing this, Sherlocks heart shattered. He thought you were happy with how things were in your relationship, but apparently that was not the case. He couldn’t hear what Mary said on the other end, but he could hear very clearly that your plan was to end it tomorrow.

He couldn’t lose you. You were his everything, his reason to live. You made his life worth living and managed to break down the walls he built to protect himself. He trusted you with his life, so just thinking about you wanting to break up with him, nearly send him spiralling.

He didn’t know what to do or say so hedecided to wait until tomorrow and then beg you to not break up with him. Even if he’d have to get on his knees and beg. Alone the thought of you leaving made tears well up in his eyes.

He quickly composed himself, because he could hear you saying goodbye to your best friend. Acting like he was in his mind palace when you entered, gave him some time to think about what to say tomorrow.

“Hey Sherly”, he could hear your joyful voice call for him, but choose to ignore it, keeping up with the act. You were not happy at all with Sherlock ignoring you. After all the time you’ve spent with the consulting detective you knew when he was really in his mind palace and when he was just pretending.

With a frown on your face, you bent down to be at eye level with him. You crossed your arms and lifted an eyebrow. The moment you lifted your brow you could already hear the defeated sigh from your boyfriend.

“Hello, love”, he greeted you with a tight lipped smile. Immediately a crease started to form between your brows. “Is everything alright, honey?”, you asked him. “Yes, everything is just fine, love. I just have to.. uh.. go to a crime scene. Exactly, John called, he needs my help. Now. Don’t wait up for me.”, while explaining his not really convincing plan he put on his signature coat and his scarf.

He kissed you on the side of your head and left without another word. You could just mumble a short “take care” before you heard the door to the busy streets of London shut closed.

Not going to lie, you were worried. Why was he acting so weird all of the sudden? He seemed almost distant. Normally, when something is on the genius’ mind he talks to you. You’ve made a lot of progress since you first got together and talk about almost everything. You knew each other so well, you could always tell what’s on his mind, even if he doesn’t like to admit that. It’s his own fault, if he teaches you to deduct people. But in this case you wanted to wait until he came to you with his worries. Whatever it was it seemed to really bother your boyfriend.

Sherlock wandered around aimlessly before he returned to Baker Street. He wasn’t ready to face you just yet, so he did something he rarely did. He visited his house keeper Mrs. Hudson. He was that desperate.

He knocked twice, before the elderly woman opened the door with a surprised smile on her lips. “What do I owe the honour to, Sherlock? You never come to visit me.”, she ushered him in and set on a kettle.

“Uhm… I fear y/n wants to break up with me.”, he mumbled, not daring to look Mrs. Hudson in the eyes. “Oh, Sherlock! What makes you believe that?”, she wanted to know from the detective, that has grown into her heart and is now like a son to her. She was worried, she knew how much you meant to him.

On the other side she also knew how much you loved him and doubted that you wanted to end things. Sherlock told her what he overheard of your conversation. “But Sherlock, are you really sure that’s what she meant? Couldn’t she have been talking about her job or something?”, she wanted to know.

He just shrugged and sipped his tea.

“I think you should go and talk to her, Sherlock. Maybe it’s all just a big misunderstanding.”, she reasoned. Still unsure of himself he nodded and thanked her for the advice. “Anytime, Sherlock, anytime.”

He went back into the flat you two shared, first as flatmates and now as lovers. He couldn’t see you anywhere and softly called out your name. He went into his bedroom, which the two of you mostly share and found you underneath the blanked, hugging his pillow. The dried tears on your face made his heart shatter.

He wasn’t sure what to do, thinking he messed up. He undressed and put on his pyjamas, but instead of joining his lover in the bed, he went back to the living area and settled on the couch. It wasn’t comfortable but he couldn’t sleep anyways. At around 4 o’clock in the morning his exhaustion won and he fell into a dreamless slumber.

You woke up to an empty bed. It wasn’t something new, but you worried about your boyfriends whereabouts. A lot.

You got up and found him asleep on the couch, looking incredibly uncomfortable, his tall frame not fitting into the small space provided. You started to rub your hand up and down his arm to wake him up.

Slowly he opened his blue-green eyes and looked into your e/c eyes. He sat up, stretched and then looked at you like a kicked puppy. If you looked close enough you could even see a pout forming on his plump lips.

“Sherlock, what’s wrong?”, you asked cautiously.

After a very pregnant pause he chocked out, “Please don’t leave me. I- I- I just cant live without you, you are my everything!”

You looked at the tear that rolled down his face, taking a path over his high cheekbone to the corner of his lip, with utter shock and heartbreak.

“Oh darling, what makes you believe I want to break up with you?”, you sat down next to him, cupped his cheek and used the pad of your thumb to wipe away a new tear that threatened to roll down his face. “I love you so much, I would never leave you!”

Sherlock released a shaky breath and leaned forward, making your foreheads touch. He cupped your face and whispered with his eyes closed, “I thought you’re going to leave me. I- I was so scared I-“ “Shh, it’s alright, darling. I’m not going to leave you. You’re stuck with me now.”

The last sentence made the detective smile. You furrowed your brows. “What made you think I was going to leave you?”, you wanted to know. He looked hesitant and then admitted, “I heard you talking to Mary about how fed up you were and that you wanted to end things. I assumed that you were talking about us.” He avoided looking at your eyes.

You chuckled a bit but stopped when you saw his puzzled expression. “I want to quit my job. I’m not unhappy with us, silly, I’m unhappy with my boss and my colleagues. I haven’t told you about it because you’ve been so busy with your case.”, you reassured him, “Why did you eavesdrop on our conversation in the first place?”

“You looked worried and I wanted to be sure that I’m not the cause of it. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”, he confessed. You knew that when he dropped the words ‘I’m sorry’ he really meant it.

“It’s alright, you meant it well.”, you told him, “I wish you would have been honest with me from the beginning, but I could have asked you what’s going on when I noticed you acting weird. From now on we know better.”

“You are right. As always.”, even though he whispered the last part, you’ve still heard it.

With a soft smile you stood up, “Come on darling, let’s go to bed.”

He immediately stood up, picked you up bridal style and took you to his bedroom.

He was just glad, he still gets to call you his love.

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[oakwave]

Roomies- Van palmer x reader-smut

Warnings: smut xoxo, a little almost angst

Description: prompt was "there's only one bed" "fuck"

If the plane never crashed and they made it to nationals and where happy little lesbians they deserve to be! (+getting caught kinda)

Words: 2000

Requested by: @imnotjesscossen

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I feel my eyes start to open as the intercom crackles on "please re-buckle you're seat belts, we will be starting our descent in around five minutes" the voice of the captain announces. I rub my eyes, trying to wake myself up whilst Nat, next to me, begins buckling her seatbelt and taking her headphones off her head. "Morning sunshine"  she chirped,sarcastically yet still far too happy for someone who just sat through a six hour flight. "Hey" I grumble, much less enthusiastically, not feeling the same joy as the twinge in my back makes itself known from sitting too long.

The plane slowly tips forward as we begin to land, and coach Martinez goes over what we need to do when we land, usual teacher stuff collect our bags and follow him to the bus that'll take us to our hotel, a plan we follow well after landing, each making our way to the large bus, graciously paid for by mr.Mathews, whilst he's a shit father (from what Lotties told me) at least he doesn't mind spending his money on us. Once everyone's boarded the bus, me sitting next to Nat with Lottie infront and Jackie and Shauna on the two seats across, over the aisle, coach begins to tell us what's happening when we arrive at our hotel. "You will be sharing rooms with DESIGNATED room partners unfortunately you won't get too choose who you share with as we needed to give a list to the headmaster for safeguarding reasons" he announces, voices of objection rise, clearly no one's happy. Great. Now I need to share a room with someone I might not even be close with and won't get to sit and drink with Natalie tonight, perfect. His voice cuts through the air again "I know I know it's not ideal but it was necessary. Ok so Lottie and Nat you're sharing,  jackie and Shauna you're sharing, mari and Laura Lee, gen and Melissa, Allie and Sarah, Misty and crystal, tai and Akilah, and  y/n and Van". My eyes find vans as we look for each other in the crowded bus, we're friends, we both live in the trailer park so we know each other quite well. As our eyes meet she gives me a smile and I smile back, at least it's not someone I don't like.

After a while longer, the bus pulls up outside our hotel and we begin to file out, gathering our bags and meeting in the lobby. Coach Martinez tells us to find our room mates, me and Van drift together through the crowd of rowdy teens. "Hey" she speaks "hiya" I speak back smiling, "I'm quite glad I got you I was afraid I was gonna get someone random when coach said we don't get to choose, she commented. "I know I didn't wanna get out with one of the sophomores or anything" I joke back. Coach hands out the room keys and informs us what time to wake up tomorrow, what room he's in incase of emergency and where all the fire escapes and vending machines are incase we get hungry later in the night. He concludes his speech by telling us to find our rooms and try not to be too loud or stay up to late to prepare for the game tomorrow. The group splits up, each pair going to find their room and set up for the night. Me and Van start walking towards the elevator, making light conversation as we go. Eventually we find our room, between Lottie and Nat's, and Taissa and Akilahs rooms, "well that's good, at least they’re near by", I say nonchalantly and Van nods, fiddling with the key as she opens the door. Revealing a large room with a window on the far side and a bathroom on the left wall, however what room my attention is the double bed sat in the middle, pillows neatly stacked on the crisp white bedding. " there's only one bed" Van utters, clearly just as shocked as I am, "fuck" I blurt out. "Hey I'm not that bad you know, if this is about me liking girls-" "no no no no no, it's not sorry, I just expected there to be two beds, it's definitely not about you liking girls I promise, sorry it sounded like that" I cut her off quickly, the last thing I want her to think is that I'm homophobic, I mean I'd literally hate myself, literally. "Ok good, I thought I'd have to fight you all John McClain style for a minute" she laughs, referencing die hard in the process. "Oh no trust me you don't have to worry about that with me" I ramble, not really thinking about how obvious I made it that I wasn't straight. She looks back at me quizzically for a moment before stepping into the room with her bags. "Which side would you prefer?" She asks, it's nice of her to let me choose, not everyone would do that. "Oh I'll take the side nearest the window if that's ok with you?" I reply, and she nods in response as we begin to unpack our pyjamas and I go to get a shower to get all the grime from the day off. After cleaning off I hop out the shower, brushing my teeth and go to leave, only to realise I left my pyjamas in the bedroom and now need to head into the room with only me and van in,with nothing but a towel covering me. Perfect. After a while of debating I pluck up the courage to just go, I mean it's not big deal we're both girls right? I head into the room and start to change when I feel Vans eyes on me, as I pull my shirt over my head, "take a picture it’ll last longer" i utter giggling, secretly hoping she's not judging me for how I look. Her cheeks flush a pink colour under her freckles, her eyes moving across the room at light speed away from me, realising she's been caught. "S-sorry" she mutters. Weird, vans the most outgoing person I know, I mean in sex Ed she literally shoved a condom on her hand to prove to Randy he's not 'too big' for it, I've never known her to be reserved or quiet like this, maybe she's just tired from the flight? "Okay weirdo" I reply jokingly and she just nods before going to the bathroom.

I get into bed, Van joins me when she comes back from I assume brushing her teeth, turning the lamp of on her way.A silence fills the air, not awkward but almost expecting as I wait for one of us to say something. "Are you ok?" I ask, concern lacing my voice. "Fucking fabulous" she verbalises through gritted teeth, "ok woah, what’s going on?" I ask getting a little concerned, is it me? maybe she’s stressed about the game? "Nothing just go to sleep" she says sharply, clearly annoyed. "This is ridiculous, have I done something? How can I fix it if I don't know what I've done?", my voice annoyed, concerned maybe even upset with the last question. Vans bright blue eyes meet mine, softening a little when she sees how her words effect me. "It's nothing y/n, please let's just sleep" she asks almost pleadingly now, I sit up and turn the light on before moving closer to her. "Van I want to help, if you want to sleep I'll respect that but you don't seem ok" she sits up to the same level as me " I don't think you'll understand, you'll hate me", hate her how could I hate her? "Try me" I respond. She nods a little before shuffling closer to me, our noses nearly touching. "Is this ok?" She whispers, i nod in response, the air in my lugs seemingly caught. Her lips connect with mine so gently, a wave of electricity going through me as i realise what she meant previously. She pulls away an anxious look on her face, "are you mad?". I pull her in, my hand on the back of her neck, "does that answer your question?" We both giggle as our lips reconnect, the kiss growing more intense every second, the ache between my legs growing.

I climb into vans lap, the kiss never breaking as both of my hands find their way to her hair, I feel hers grip my waist, palming at the skin, moving to my thighs and ass, resting there. The sensitivity in my pussy growing too much, my hips begin to roll, craving for attention. I feel vans lips curve into a smile on mine, " is this ok?"Its my turn to ask through heavy breaths, afraid I'm taking things too far. "It's perfect..." Van utters, her hands encouraging my actions. My legs twitch a little, the pleasures incredible but I need something more.

As if she can read my mind Van kisses down my jaw before, reaching between us to my heat and rubbing gentle circles over my panties, feeling how wet I am through the fabric. "All this and I haven't even touched you yet?" Van questions seductively, my face goes hot and I bury my head in the crook of her neck. She moves my panties to the side, playing with my clit. I let out a long breathy moan at the sensation, Van kissing me harshly to muffle the noise, smiling into it; god she's so proud of herself. Her hand continues to move two fingers easily thrusting up into me, the sound filling the room accompanied by both of our heavy breaths and moans. Vans free hand comes up under my shirt to pull at my nipple before massaging the tissue there, sending a shiver through me. "Van, I'm gonna-" I utter, before cutting myself off with a loud moan, feeling my pleasure build. "It's ok princess, just come" with that I let myself fall over the edge, my breaths deepening as my legs started to shake, an electric feeling coursing through my veins. She continued her movements, fingers guiding me through my orgasm until i couldn't take it anymore . "mhph- van please" I almost begged as she slowed her movements, removing her fingers from my pussy, sucking them clean them in her mouth, curved in a smirk, holding eye contact with me. 

As soon as she removes her fingers, I pull her in for a long, deep kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. The kiss continues for a while, it's passionate but also gentle and sweet, filled with unspoken feelings. Van flips us over, straddling one of my legs and reigniting the kiss. A harsh knock broke through the sound of our kisses and breathing, making us pull apart before looking at each other to see if the other heard it. Van got up, quickly combing her hands through her hair and making herself look presentable before answering the door. As she swung it open Taissas and Nats shadows filled the door frame, “Could you two PLEASE keep it down, we’ve got a big game tomorrow we need to rest” tai communicated, “I know, the boning was unexpected anyway, but for this long, really!?!” Nat pushed. Van turned round to face me both our cheeks a cherry red. “Sorry” we both said in unison. Van exchanges a few more words with the girls before closing and locking the door and rejoining me in bed, silence filling the room before we both broke out in laughter. “ I can’t believe they all just heard that” she speaks in a hushed voice trying to calm down, “ I know I didn’t think we where THAT loud” I whisper back. We both take some deep breaths as our laughter dies down and we sink into bed a little. “I’m glad tonight happened and I don’t really want it to be a one time thing if you don’t” Van looks into my eyes as she speaks. “ me neither” I confirm and we share a short gentle kiss, one that represents the start of our relationship. We sink down into bed, turning the lamp off and cuddle into each other; getting the best nights sleep ever before the game tomorrow.

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[kenphobia]

YOUNG AND RECKLESS!

"here's an idea! let's buy a cake, lure Elias out and throw it off a cliff. watch him get it."

summary. when the new hire and the hottest archival assistant become besties, all hell breaks loose.

contents. really really old content; somewhat ooc since i was too lazy to fix dialogue; wholesome, general fluff; there's not much of a plot tbh; not edited

The job were boring, you knew that from the very start.

When you first stepped into the Magnus Institute, a weird feeling had crept up on you like a snake slithering pass the halls and jumping at you with fangs sinking into your shoulder. Yet after the terrible, terrible interview with Elias and getting accepted into the job, that funny feeling slipped away once you settled into the notion of things.

You worked in the Institute for far longer than you would've liked, always having to look around corners because that sense of dread and foreboding death trickled in at the worst times possible (AKA when you're idly standing in the corner, waiting for the printer to finish its job). But the pay was good enough to pay your stupidly costly london rent AND your necessities at the same time, so you had to room to complain.

Though, you wish your boss wasn't so weird and creepy all of the time. Makes sense since this is an Institute known for collecting statements and artefacts regarding otherworldly, and dare you might say 'spooky', beings and events. And also for holding the highest MIAs/deaths record among all other academic institutes, but you digress.

Working in the library department was fine, nothing really big like the artefact storage or the achives. Like you mentioned, it paid a hefty amount and the place was quiet enough for your introverted self to get comfortable in.

Well, until you were brought into the archives and met the one and only (and possibly the hottest person in the archives), Tim Stoker.

After another excruciatingly awkward meeting wth Elias regarding your sudden promotion, you sighed in relief as you pass those doors and hear it close on you. You tried shaking off the feeling of being watched, but the loud pounding of your heart echoed louder than what your mind is trying to tell your body.

As you try to silently pass through the halls, squeezing yourself into tight corners despite having no one but you around, your body suddenly came into contact of another. You stumbled, nearly falling to the floor until a hand grabbed you and pulled you closer by your arm.

"I get that I'm charming, but really is no need to fall head over heels for me." You looked up and saw a man with bright hair. He was tall, taller than anyone in your family and his colorful outfit choice really made stand out from the boring, nearly barren hallway.

You raised a brow at his words. "Oh please. With how you bumped into me while being in a spacious hallway, I'd say you're the one who's head over heels here." You played along to his sudden flirtatious move, rolling your eyes and flipping off a strand of hair with the back of your hand. "You seemed like the type of guy who'd pay someone just to have a mary sue moment with their crush."

"Oh, you wounded me!" The man cried out dramatically, putting a hand on his chest and letting you go in the process. You were alreayd standing on your two feet and yet you still nearly stumble backwards. "But yeah, maybe I was or maybe I wasn't. I'm Tim, Tim stoker by the way."

Tim offered you his hand and you gladly accepted it, shaking it gently but firmly. "(Name) (Last name), it's nice to meet you, Stoker."

"Please, call me Tim. And the pleasure's all mine." He laughed, winking playfully.

And from that day moving onwards, you and Tim were practically stuck by the hip at every hour of the day. Wherever he went, you were there as well. And wherever you ended up at, Tim was closely following behind you like a unassuming bodyguard with a few tricks up his sleeve.

Oh, Tim's at the police getting evidence for a report? You were there as well, merely for fun and also you can secretly record police officers fucking up for laughs. You're out in the woods for a camping trip, getting wood for fire? There's Tim guarding both of your tents, rehearsing alpha male jokes to tell you when you come back.

It was almost impossible to split the two of you up. Well, almost impossible.

"Hey, (Name). Did you see the email Elias sent to everyone?" Tim called you from across the room, sitting relaxed in his chair while you turn your gaze away from the bright screen of your laptop.

"Hm? No, not yet. Why?" You asked him, despite knowing it was either about you and Tim or random changes being implemented into the Institute.

The bright-haired man struggled to contain his laughter, even bringing up his wrist to bite at his cuffs but even still he wheezed through his teeth. "Hgh— Listen to this!" Tim coughed, breathing in before displaying a poor impression of Elias.

"May I remind everyone that bringing in alocholic beverages are strictly prohibited in the archives, as well as bringing in any lighters or any item alike that could potentially set fire to 'important materials'. Sincerely, Elias Bouchard."

You raised your brow in amusement, chuckling all the while Tim stopped himself from bursting into laughter when he was impersonating Elias. "Is that so? Surely, no one has been bringing in alcohol or lighters into the archives. Right, Tim?" You teased, poking him with your words as to hint him to cough off his crimes.

Tim composed himself. "Yes... No, of course not. I mean, that would be stupid, wouldn't it?" He sighed, leaning on the office chair. "But... If you hide it well enough, then it's not so stupid anymore." He grinned mischievously, pulling out a flask from his pockets. It looked a lot like a calculator in his hands rather than a little alcoholic bottle as the metal shimmered under the buzzing, yellow-ish lights.

As he shook it, he didn't realized the looming shadow over him until you divert your eyes from his form and hold back a snicker. Tim looked at you with confusion, closw to saying something before he turned and saw no other than Elias' percing pale blue eyes.

"Is that so, Tim?" Elias spoke callously, though a wide smile was attached to his face, stretching skin across his facial bones like plastic covering. "Why don't you meet me in my office for a little chat, wouldn't that be lovely?"

Tim shrinks in his seat, averting his gaze down to the ground. "Yes. of course, sir."

You watch in half amusement, half concern as Tim is dragged out of the office by Elias. A familiar face peeked out of the corner, carrying a tray of tea and donning a blue cloud-patterned sweater.

Martin raised a brow as he settled the tray down. "What just happened?"

You pour some tea for yourself and drink from it, doing a dramatically loud slurping sound before smacking your lips. "The cycle of life, Dear Martin."

notes. this was supposed to be for a request but hhhh i need to fill the space somehow oopsies i'll do the req later maybe

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[cambionverse]

Happy March 29th!

Once again, it's Cambionverse Day and Jesse Turner's birthday. We don't have the next chapter of Envesseled ready to post yet, so we decided to post some excerpts from it instead! Please enjoy them, and as always, thank you for your patience <3

Amazon Rainforest, Brazil

"Do you think this is what it looks like?" asks Jesse as they leave, moving on foot through the towering forest until they find a place without angelic interference to let him jump. "In...Heaven or whatever. Where souls go. Do you think this is what Ben sees?"

Claire has dreaded the thought of Heaven since she was eleven years old, and some days she thinks she only survived this long out of fear of ending up there. Maybe this forest is a close analogue, if the way her skull feels about to vibrate off her spine is any indication.

"I keep thinking about what Marie said," he confesses. "About how he might be—happy there. With his mom."

"He's probably surrounded by angels," Claire retorts. "That's no one's idea of a good time, even if you're a Winchester." She doesn't want Ben to be happy in the afterlife, she realizes; either she is cruel enough to tear him out of Heaven, or cruel enough to hope he is suffering so that even being with her again would be a relief. She kicks away a vine that crosses their path and then crushes it under her heel out of sheer spite.

"But what if she's right?" says Jesse. "Don't you think—"

"No one asked you to think," she snaps. "I don't need the Antichrist's opinion of Heaven. Just take us to the next place."

Jesse stops. Claire does too, silent and glaring. He searches her face, and for a moment it's like he's looking at a stranger.

"I still want him back," Jesse says. "I didn't say I don't."

Claire flicks out her hand like she's drawing a sword. "Then stop wasting time," she says, "and let's go."

She kisses him again later that night, after a piece of grace in Kabul knocks her out too badly to continue. It's not an apology, and she doesn't try to make it one. But it does keep him from asking about Ben again.

Nile River, Egypt

"Just leave some for tomorrow," Jesse says as she wrings out her hair. The locals on shore haven't noticed them yet, but it's getting to be a close thing. "This is already more than we usually get in a day."

"I'm almost done," Claire mumbles. Her mouth tastes like copper. She reaches down again, gets hit with a flash of Castiel fighting off one of his brothers, and comes to with the river breaking across her face as Jesse pulls her up again.

"Claire," he says, holding her upright. "This is stupid. Just stop."

She ignores him, tries to pull away. When that doesn't work, she frowns and aims her mouth at his mouth instead. To her surprise, Jesse tightens his grip on her shoulders and stops her there too. When Claire's eyes refocus, she sees him watching her with a frown.

"Look," he says, quieter. "You can get your blood on my mouth if you want to. I'm still going to tell you you're going too far."

Claire reaches up to wipe her face, petulant, and only now notices that her nose has been bleeding all along. It's not that she didn't think he would notice the pattern, but he's not supposed to talk about it. A drop of red falls off her lip and stains the river red.

Jesse sighs. "It's not like I mind," he says. "The kissing, I mean, or whatever you want to call it. But just 'cause I like it doesn't mean I can't tell what you're doing."

"It's not a reward," Claire grouses.

"It can be whatever you like," says Jesse, too sincere. His hands are still holding her in place, holding her up. "You know that's always been true, don't you? And if you decide you don't want to do it anymore, that's also fine." His cheeks go a little red. "Or if, when Ben is back—"

The warmth of tolerant exasperation curdles in Claire's throat instantly. She pushes out of Jesse's arms, and this time he lets her go. "This isn't," she begins, and then chokes as the truth curse tries to twist her words. She smears more blood off her face and glares at the river. "My usual outlets aren't available right now. I've already explained what this does and doesn't mean to me. You have no excuse for wishful thinking."

She's glad she can't see whatever face he makes at that. By the time Jesse speaks again, his voice is as even as hers. "As I said. You'll do what you like." He steps out of the water. "Let me know when you're done."

Claire tastes blood the whole rest of her time in the Nile. They don't share a bed that night.

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[maries-gallery]

Hello! Here to shake things up for you, my dear Marie. I'm assuming you're only taking requests for your current event?

Here is my request:

Rio: public sex + "Could he make you feel as good as I do?"

I hope it ✨️sparks✨️ some inspiration. 😚

L, YOU SAVE ME! Thank you for this request :,) But please you got me puddly wobbly over here and that is not faire, so I'll have to get you back for that, somehow <3

genre: nsfw, mdni

warnings: public sex, dirty talk, jealousy, penetrative sex, mention of marking, mention of voyeurism, creampie, female bodied reader

word count: 1k

Over the numerous years Rio had loved you, rarely had he found himself wrapped in the tight coils of jealousy.

Rarely had the sweet puppy turned into the big bad wolf.

Rarely had he felt the need to claim you as his, to ditch his gentleness in favour of brash recklessness.

He knew part of this could be attributed to the simple fact that before you became Belle, it had only ever been the two of you. Caught in your own little corner of Rhodolite. There, he stood, in a maze of books, the only prince charming and you his one and only love.

Of course men had tried to make a move on you, but they had never been serious rivals. Mere strangers you'd meet at the bookstore or in the streets. Men who knew close to nothing about you yet willed themselves to profess their undying love for you. One had even gone out of his way to ask you for marriage.

Rio could not blame them though. After all, who wouldn't fall head over heels with you?

With sunshine features and a bright mind to match, with a tender heart and fierce ambitions, you outshone the prettiest of blooms. Anyone crossing your path would be tempted to let their heart bleed at your feet for a mere smile from you.

He was no exception.

But none of these men had ever spent enough time with you for you to actively consider them anything other than mere strangers or clients at the bookstore. None of them knew you as well as he did. None of them loved you, adored you nearly as much.

However when you became Belle, things had changed. Caught in a whirlwind of responsibilities and golden opportunities, all eyes had turned to you.

And Rio's tongue had soured. His heart squeezing in his chest every time he found you growing closer and closer to the princes. Caught between the desire to support you in your new position as Belle and the inner desire to keep you to himself.

So when you had returned his tender feelings openly? Relief had washed over him in great waves of sighs and emotional tears. Temporarily clearing his mind of the crippling dark clouds of insecurity.

However, as much as he tried to remain optimistic for your sake, to remain joyful and like the good puppy Rio you knew him as, even he had his limits.

Limits that had been pushed too far this afternoon when he had caught you merrily chatting with prince Jin in the gardens. Your smile as pure and cheerful as the sun was ripe, blissfully unaware of the prince's lingering eyes.

And although Rio knew your heart to be his, the unease in his nerves would not be soothed by any other means but your warmth.

"Rio-" You choke out between heated breaths, palms spread wide against one of the palace's many ornate walls in a poor attempt at remaining steadfast.

"I am sick of this." Your lover answers, words punctuated by a brutal snap of his hips against yours, pushing you flush against the wall. "I am sick of watching them flirt with you right before my eyes."

He pushes a quiet moan past your lips. Still the sound resonates all too loud for your liking in the deserted halls of the Castle.

Deserted it is for now. And deserted you pray it'll remain.

"What-What if someone comes?" You manage to say, swallowing back sinful moans of his name.

But you know reasoning with him to be futile. Rio's gentle hands possessing none of their familiar tenderness as they hold onto your hips with the same desperation laced around his heart, fingers digging in the soft skin and leaving crescent moons in their wake.

"I do not care. They can come for all I care." He says, the hint of a pout in his voice, "This way they will see that only I get to pleasure you."

Your answer loses itself in a string of high pitched moans as Rio picks up the pace, length pushing up deeper inside of you to nudge at the spot he knows will have you melting for him.

Your teeth dig in your lower lip, the metallic taste of blood meddling with the sweet warmth blooming in your core with each thrust of his hips against yours.

The longing warmth blossoming into a scalding heat as one of his hands leave your hips to tickle the apex of your thighs and wander between your legs. A finger catching onto your reddening bud in teasing circles.

Any worries you had about getting caught melt away in a puddle of urgent need, a helpless whine escaping you as his lips grace the shell of your ear.

"Could he make you feel as good as I do?" He asks, ragged breath fanning over your heated skin, "Jin, could he make you come like I do? Make you moan and forget all sense of reason like I do?"

"No-No!" You cry out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you burn for sweet release, "Only you, Rio!"

He groans in your ears, length pushing inside of you a last time to finally grant you the relief you craved, "I thought so."

Your consciousness of reality blurs as your eyes roll to the back of your head, pleasure washing over you in waves as Rio helps you ride your high.

Your thighs quiver and buckle underneath you, his sign to wrap a securing arm around your waist. Purposefully giving a few more thrusts to spill inside of you and paint your insides white.

Neither of you pay attention to the nearing footsteps as you collapse in your lover's arms, thighs sticky with the product of his love. His fingers quick to replace his length between your thighs and plug his seed inside of you.

He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, his own features flushed with exertion and breathing ragged.

"I am sorry..." He apologises in a whisper, a sad glow in his blue eyes. The hand of guilt wrapping its thorny fingers around his heart. "I-I couldn't help myself..."

You offer him a tired smile, a warm hand cupping his cheek. Letting him know that his apologies were not needed.

For you had enjoyed it as much as he had.

And same thing could be said for prince Jin who had so happened to stumble upon the two of you.

Not that either of you would ever know about it though.

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#ikemen prince #ikemen prince rio #ikemen prince fanfic #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikemen prince smut #ikepri #ikepri rio #ikepri fanfic #ikepri fanfiction #ikepri smut #ikemen series

[loguetowns]

Hi Cee!! I hope you have been doing well and your holidays so far have been bright!! It's a beautiful day outside, so I am going to request our favorite green-haired swordsman and light blue or dark grey! (I bought a new car, which is dark grey or "cloudburst gray" 🤣). Please stay warm in the upcoming cold days! Love, love, love your writings!!

hi mary! congratulations on the new car! thank u for always being so sweet, your support means a lot to me ♡

jet grey.

lazy sundays. cloudy mornings. a winter chill that begs you to stay in bed. gentle breathing. sleepy eyes. cuddling under covers. your lover's breath on your skin.

it's 10am and zoro wakes up first. the world is dark, cold and grey outside his window, and he's once again reminded that winter is not his season. thankfully, zoro's in bed — warm, cozy, and snuggled next to the love of his life.

it's 10am and you're still sleeping, of course. though even in your sleep, you’re a menace.

you’ve managed to swipe his share of the blanket and you’ve invaded his territory. your legs are tangled with his, arm draped over his chest, and he can feel the tickle of your breath on his neck.

but truth be told, you fit into zoro as if this is the only place that you belong.

he wouldn't want you anywhere else.

zoro smiles to himself as he brushes your hair to the side, his calloused fingers ghosting your cheeks.

"mm," you stir in your sleep and he marvels at the adorable way you wake up. stretching your toes first before you snuggle up to zoro is part of your morning rituals, and he waits in anticipation for the final step — you look up at zoro with a sleepy smile and a gentle "g'morning, baby."

he kisses your forehead, "good morning."

you respond with a kiss to his chest before looking around the room. "what time is it?"

"guess," he grins.

you sit up, blinking as your eyes adjust to the grey shadows of the morning. "don't tell me the sun's not even up yet," you groan. "is it like 5 in the morning?"

"nope," he says, popping his lips on the 'p' sound. "add 5 hours to that."

"it's already 10?! why didn't you wake me up?"

“you were snoring loud, i wasn’t even sure that i could.”

you clamp your hands over your mouth, and zoro has to laugh at how cute you are when you’re embarrassed.

“don’t be rude!” you swat at him but he dodges. you gasp at his swift maneuver.

“excuse me, how dare you?”

“you can’t expect me to not defend myself when i’m being attacked, can you?”

“attack? i’ll show you an attack.”

you climb over zoro and make to grab his cheeks, but he intercepts you and grabs a hold of your hands. he flashes a devilish grin, a clear provocation that you fall prey to. his fingers intertwine with yours and, despite being on top of him, he easily steers your arms in the opposite direction you want to move.

obviously, there’s no way you can overpower him but it’s so endearing to see you try so hard. teasing you is truly so easy.

“i thought you were attacking me?”

“i” — “am” — “you” — “dumb” — “himbo.” each word is punctuated with another thwarted attempt to free yourself from zoro’s clutches. his little smirk turns into a full-blown grin. he knows that your efforts are harmless; he can see the affection in your playful eyes and, with that, he supposes that he should let his pretty lover off the hook.

in one quick motion, you find yourself free from his grip but somehow, you’ve switched positions. it’s now zoro that hovers above you, and you’re lying on your back with his face dangerously close to yours.

you blush, “hey-”

“calling me a bimbo,” he says as he brings his face even closer to yours. “so you think i’m pretty?”

“obviously,” you breathe against his lips. warm and sweet, you smile just the same and zoro forgets that it’s the dead of winter. he forgets about anything else that isn’t you — you and your honey love, the way you look at him, the way you make him feel.

you loop your arms around zoro’s neck, and time seems to move at half-speed as you pull him closer and closer until the distance between you is no more and all that exists is your absolute adoration to each other.

it’s 10am and zoro is kissing you. the world is cold and grey outside his window, but it’s beautiful and wondrous in the way that only winter can be. it’s a breathtaking backdrop for every glowing moment of happiness that falls amidst the snow, and it’s truly a sight to behold.

it’s 10 am and thankfully, zoro’s in bed — warm, cozy, and snuggled next to the love of his life.

thank you for reading!

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[elvenmother]

The Art of Crossed Wires - 2 - The Plan

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader Rating: Teen. Warnings: Swearing Chapter: 2/9 Word count: 1177

Summary: After slapping your boss, Agent Pike, you're pretty sure you're going to jail. Unless you can come up with a good plan.

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. Also, enjoy another Pedro boy's cameo in this chapter.

Part One | Series Masterpost

The next day the office was blissfully peaceful. Mary sat typing while listening to an audiobook. A box of your favourite cupcakes sat on your desk as you arrived with a note. 

‘I’m so sorry. I took a joke too far yesterday. Mary x’

You gave her a half-hearted smile as you took your seat. You were too distracted to properly make up with her yet. Her prank had pushed you to the breaking point yesterday. Already on edge from Mary’s pranks, you had ended up slapping the completely innocent Marcus Pike.

You tried to focus on your work all morning, but whenever your supervisor, Bob, crossed the office floor, you could feel the panic rising. It would only be a matter of time until you would be called into his or Agent Pike’s office. Best case scenario was you would be fired. Worse case? You’d assaulted a federal agent. That was a Class A misdemeanour, and you faced up to a year in jail along with a $100,000 fine. You did not have that much money. You definitely did not want to go to jail. To say you were screwed was an understatement. 

But the morning passed, and no reprimand came. Finally, lunch rolled around, and desperate to get out of the office, you decided you were going to walk over to the Smithsonian. As you made your way out of the building, you saw him. Marcus Pike was standing next to the elevators talking to another agent, his arms wrapped tightly around a stack of files. There was no way you’d be able to sneak past them, and you were considering taking the stairs when he looked over, and your eyes met.

You watched as he visibly gulped before nodding to his colleague as they left. You stood, frozen in place, just staring at him. Neither of you moved for a few seconds before he finally started to dart away, tripping over his feet and spilling the files across the floor.

You rushed forward to help, determined to seize your chance to make some kind of amends. Falling to your knees, you began to scoop up files as Marcus scrambled to grab others. Then suddenly, you felt a crack and a flash of pain as your head collided with Marcus’.

“Shit!” His hand flew up to his head, dropping the files he was holding. You did the same, rubbing your forehead and looking up.

Marcus leant back onto his knees, frowning and rubbing his temple, giving you your second close-up look at the handsome agent. While he had been completely clean-shaven yesterday, he was now sporting a short stubble across his jaw. Your heart dropped as you realised it was probably because it was painful to shave as you noticed the small purple speckling of a bruise on his cheek.

“I’m so sorry.” You blurted out, causing his head to snap up to look at you. “I’m really, really sorry. Oh my… please, I’m just-”

Marcus just shook his head. “I’m fine. My fault.” He began to gather up the files again.

“But your face.” You instinctively reached out but dropped your hand as he flinched. 

“It’s fine.” Marcus scrambled to his feet, clutching the files to his chest. “I’m…” He trailed off awkwardly before all but running away towards his office.

Watching him leave, it suddenly dawned on you that he was frightened. He was frightened of you.

~~~~~

The rest of the day passed as quietly as it had begun, and you could relax a little more now that you knew you wouldn’t be hauled off to jail. But a new problem was niggling at your insides. Marcus Pike hadn’t reported you because he was afraid. Of you. 

He had good reason, to be fair. From his point of view, one of the admin assistants he’d never spoken to slapped him out of the blue. That was pretty weird and scary for anyone. But you hated the idea of him being afraid of you. You weren’t a bad person, and you needed to sit down and talk with him long enough to properly explain what had happened.

By the time you got home that evening, you had part of a plan formed. You needed to show him you weren’t scary or crazy or whatever else he was thinking about you. So a nice friendly gesture was needed, and you had thought of the perfect one.

If you took a slight detour tomorrow morning, you’d be able to swing by a small bookstore you’d visited a few months back. It was out of the way but was sure to have some art history books or even artist biographies. You knew from the way Marcus spoke in briefings how passionate he was about art, and it wouldn’t surprise you to find out he painted himself.

After finding him a nice sorry present, he’d be more likely to listen to you. Right? Or at least be less afraid around you. Plan in place, you spent your evening finishing a short story you had been writing for the past few weeks before heading to bed.

~~~~~

The bookstore was well off the beaten path, and you were amazed that anyone was able to find it. You had stumbled on it months ago entirely by accident when you were lost. Since then, you’d been back a handful of times, always surprised to find it busy with a smattering of customers.

Stepping inside, the man behind the counter greeted you with a warm smile. His deep chestnut eyes peeked over a set of gold-rimmed spectacles.

“Back again to my humble establishment?” He greeted you with his rich Southern accent as he set down the book he was reading and lifted the glasses to place them on his head. His curly brown hair swallowed the frames as they rested next to a strange patch of blond at the front. “Are you here for anything in particular? Some fiction to whisk you away to strange lands? Or perhaps something more academic?”

“Do you have any art history books?” You walked over to the counter, placing your bag on it and smiled. 

“Ah, you have an interest in aesthetics and culture.” The owner’s eyes lit up, and he stepped around the counter, gesturing for you to follow him. 

“It’s for a… friend.” You clarified. “It’s a gift to, um, say sorry.”

“I see.” The owner nodded, finally leading you to a section near the back. “An apologetic gesture to mend bridges.”

“Yes.” You looked at the small section, then turned to smile at him once more. “Thank you so much.”

“You are most welcome.” He bowed slightly before leaving you to peruse the selection before you.

You knew you didn’t have long to look as you still needed to leave enough time to get to work. However, it didn’t take you long to spot exactly what you were looking for. Bringing your choice over to the counter, you crossed your fingers that Agent Pike would find this book just as interesting as you.

Taglist: @jxvipike, @miraclesabound, @littlemisspascal, @galaxyofmando, @pintsizemama, @athalien, @zanzann, @furiousmushroom, @ghostofaboy, @thebestrouge

#marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader #the mentalist #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #the art of crossed wires

[snowbellewells]

Self Promo Sunday: "I Put A Spell On You (Because You're Mine)"

This mini-MC really belongs more with the October/spooky postings probably, but I wanted to get it in before I started with my November and Thanksgiving re-runs. I've always been pleased with how this late season 4 canon divergent fic turned out, and I'm trying to gain it a little more love and a few more eyes to see it. It was written right after the 4b episode "Sympathy for the DeVil" (so 4x17? 4x18?) and picks up pretty much where that episode left off. My idea for how the Darkness would lure Emma, and even how it would manifest, was way different than the way the show took it, so this is now definitely canon divergent from that point. If you read this again, or if you're seeing it for the first time, I hope you'll enjoy!

Summary: He's been watching the changes for weeks now, worrying about her well-being and the demons she's fighting... When it all goes crazy, will he be able to help her step back from the brink? (A 4B chaptered story, taking off somewhere near 4x18, and carrying on from there. CS, obviously and all the way)

***Also available from the beginning on AO3 or ff.net, if either of those are your preference...***

by: @snowbellewells

i. darkness creeps in

The deepening purplish circles under her eyes have been growing ever more pronounced, worrying him for weeks now. She is both anxious and jittery, yet bone-weary and weighed down by the cares upon her shoulders. Emma Swan surely thinks that she has hidden her stress and fatigue well, but to one who knows her (and he does know her – as well as she will allow anyone to) the strain is beginning to show.

When they part ways at night now, she tilts her face up to his, grinning a warm, secretive smile and awaiting his gentle kiss, and he tucks her hair behind her ear, cradles her cheek in his hand, profoundly happy to steal a few moments alone with her. Yet, he also finds himself near to biting a hole in his tongue to keep back his words of caution for her, his fear that she is pushing herself too hard, too far, too soon. He cannot risk driving a wedge between them or making her run – not now. She is already keeping her distance from her parents, no longer staying with them in the loft. He has gone back to his ship since the Jolly’s return to him, and so has offered her the use of his room at Granny’s – paid for the month in doubloons that the old woman bit to check for authenticity, then grinned conspiratorially, accepted, and ferretted away in some hidden pocket of her skirts. However, he wonders if Emma paces the floor all night, or haunts the library seeking answers with an equally sleepless Belle, or simply drives aimlessly for hours; whatever it is she does, he can plainly see that she is not resting.

Killian Jones is not a man afraid of much on this wide earth’s surface, but Emma turning her back on him now and walking away is a haunting phantasm that never truly leaves his mind. And it is no longer simply the pain he knows he will feel, but the fact that she needs his support more than ever. He is more afraid for her safety and her sanity than he has ever been, and he does not know what method to try.

Those worries and fears all come to a head as he skids to the edge of the cliff face, behind a stunned, crushed-looking Mary Margaret and David, where he can clearly see Emma and Henry clinging tightly to one another frantically; panting, near tears, and much too close to the drop-off, but at first glance seeming whole and unharmed. He does not know where the rotten banshee who tried taking Henry has gotten to, has missed the entire showdown due to what he knows must have been Gold’s trickery and machination with the shell and Henry’s voice. He wanted to be there and have his Swan’s back, but he feels intense relief to see that she seems to have done just fine on her own.

A rush of air brushes along his skin as Regina charges up behind him, nearly bowling them all over as she calls out her son’s name in a voice harsh with desperation, clearly having been slowed by a similar deception to the one which fooled him. Killian merely steps back so that she can see her boy has been saved and reach him.

It is only as Regina falls to her knees on Henry’s other side, pulls him into her arms, and Emma shifts back slightly, that he is hit by a jolt of fear upon getting a good first look at her face. The reddened irritation beneath her lovely eyes has taken on an even more pronounced hue, making her look angry and more than a bit unhinged. He takes a weak step forward, wishing to soothe, to comfort…but then she leans to peer over the edge. Killian realizes in a flash that Cruella must have gone off the precipice, that the villainess is truly finished, no longer a threat. However, he is frozen in place, a chill of foreboding running down his spine, when Emma turns in his direction once more.

Her gaze is unfocused, not resting on any of them, but turned inward as if contemplating what she thinks of Cruella’s demise. Killian’s heart does not truly splinter until he sees a small, ill-suited little grin of satisfaction sneak over Emma’s lips…almost as if she is pleased with what she has done.

And he knows. Knows with the sinking certainty of one who has crawled back out of the pit and still clearly remembers the darkness’ pull, that something inside of his beautiful Emma has turned. A bit of his Savior’s shining, bright light has gone out.

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#self promo sunday #cs ff #ouat canon divergent 4b ff #i put a spell on you (because you're mine) #cs five shot #cs post ep canon divergence

[newtonsheffield]

Hi Molly, hope you are well! is hurts like heaven still going to be a fic?🥺 could we please have a little snippet or anything of them or even edwina and josie they are so cute and I miss them so much! Have a good weekend 😊

Um. Maybe it will be.

I don't know, my enthusiasm for it has dulled a little after some criticism seemed to stack against it. Much like with the new chapter of all that i am (all that i ever was). I don't know, justification and saying you don't know the whole story yet takes a toll. Tiring. Eats away at enthusiasm.

But here's this.

Kate had spent most of her life it felt like, walking the three streets between their house and the Bridgerton House. She'd tagged along with Mary at first, to drop off and collect Edwina, then as she'd gotten a little older she'd volunteered to go by herself, hooking Edwina out of whatever game she and Tony were playing, and even when Edwina had been sixteen, Mary had sighed before she put dinner on the table while Kate was home from university and her father had just been getting home.

"Can you go and make sure your sister is planning to come home?"

She'd walk those streets slowly, giving Edwina another few minutes with her best friend before rapping on the neat front door , Wisteria climbing up the side of the house.

"Kate!" Mrs Bridgerton would always say kindly, gesturing her inside.

"Hi, Mrs Bridgerton, I'm just here for Edwina." She'd say, though the woman must have already known.

"They're upstairs." Mrs Bridgerton would say, and the old they got the more exasperated she became. "There was a lot of whispering before they went up so I'd knock twice if I were you if you don't want to get an eyeful of something on Tony's laptop. Lord knows I've not had the balls to look on that in years."

Kate would always stifle a laugh and make her way upstairs, rolling her eyes as she heard the laptop snap and magazines rustling about seconds after she called out.

The welcome she'd always received had been warm. Even the last time she'd been here, when she'd dressed in black Mr Bridgerton had been lain to rest and as she'd looked at her own father who'd been right there in the car beside him on their way from a meeting, everything felt numb.

But she was sure her welcome wouldn't be so warm this time. Not with Violet's son's hand on her thigh as they made their way through traffic anxiety gnawing in Kate's stomach like a dog with a bone.

"You're not nervous are you?" Anthony chuckled from the driver's seat, turning the wheel one handed as they pulled onto the street, the other occupied with keeping contact between them.

Kate rolled her eyes, "I'm meeting your mum, of course I'm nervous."

Anthony's brow furrowed, that little worried crease between his eyebrows far too prominent. "You've met my mum literally thousands of times. She sends you a christmas present."

"That's kind of the point." Kate sighed, reaching for his fingers, intertwining them tightly. "That was before all this happened. She might not feel the same way now."

He wiggled his eyebrows as they pulled into the curb, darting around to open her car door "Are you worried my Mum's going to ask you for compensation for my virginity? Only fair that you giver her a few chickens, you did seduce me an innocent young man, into a relationship."

Kate rolled her eyes, poking his ribs as Anthony made to throw the door open. "I actually think you seduced me, somehow."

"You're damn fucking right I did." Anthony threw the front door open, hollering up the stairs before Kate could stop him. "Mum! I'm here!"

"Anthony, jesus." Kate hissed at him, "Give her a second."

"What? If we loitered on the stoop she'd think you were seducing me even further with your feminine wiles." Anthony was grinning at her, pushing back with his hips until he had her pinned against the bannister, his arms either side of her.

"My feminine wiles?" Kate scoffed, trying to pretend his closeness was having no effect at all "What are you-?!"

"Well, some things never change."

Violet Bridgerton was standing in the doorway to the kitchen a slightly amused expression on her face as Kate shoved hard against Anthony's chest who seemed undeterred by his mother's presence and kept his arms tightly around her anyway.

"Mum, you remember Kate." His lips were still tickling her ear as he spoke, shivering down her throat.

"Of course, darling. It's been a little while."

Kate's cheeks were burning as she forced words out. "It's lovely to see you again, Mrs Bridgerton. It's been too long."

Violet hummed gently before she turned to her son. "Anthony, go and make sure Gregory's not got lego up his nose courtesy of his sister again, make sure they're ready for dinner."

Anthony kissed Kate's cheek lightly, before he bounded up the stairs two at a time, "Alright troublemakers, your leader's home!"

Kate couldn't help the smile on her face as she watched him go, his eyes bright smile huge.

"He's a good boy, always has been." Violet hummed softly, catching Kate's attention, "Even though he's not a boy anymore."

Kate's stomach swirled uncomfortably for a moment before she cleared her throat, "I hope you don't feel that I'm... taking advantage of him in some way. I know I'm a little older than he is but-"

"You're not even five years older than him."

Kate flushed again, "I know but, he's sweet and kind, and capable of knowing his own feelings and I love him, Mrs Bridgerton, and he's happy with me and I hope that means more to you than anything else."

Not for the first time Kate wondered if it would matter so much if she hadn't been the one their parents had trusted to look after him and Edwina. If she hadn't grown up ahead of him. She supposed she'd never know. "And I never thought about him like that until recently."

Violet stayed staring back at her, blinking in surprise at her forthrightness before a delighted laugh broke free of her chest, echoing around the entrance room. "Kate, I think you've... I'm very happy for you and Anthony. He's had feelings for you for a very long time and I'm not... overly surprised." She leaned in a little conspiratorially, "Truth be told I'm only a little cross because I now owe your mother £100, she won the bet."

And despite herself, Kate laughed as well.

#hurts like heaven #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[theirnamewaslove]

You were born within the Same Month your "Dad" was Born & Died the same month I gave life to your big brother. Life & Death So Close Yet So far. I cant say "Dad" without Quotations because he didnt love you nor I. He Loved Whatever we could be. But your brother. He loved you. Every bit of you. He'd wake up and ask if there was a baby in my stomach until the day came where the only answer I had to your brother's questions were not yes or no but just silence. Because you were still here. But just not with me.

Mateo, He left you to die with me, in me.

He left us is his apartment hallway, watching you trail down my legs as if you dying was not enough, He told us to go Die at your Grandmas. As if my soul and innocence had not died enough there as a child. Funny.... how ironic things can really be.

And before you, I had thought the last of my innocence inside had been long taken & forgotten but you were nothing but. I had thought the only innocence I could carry would be your brother in my arms and not.. you. I Wished more for you. I did. I think I did better....

I Prayed.

I Prayed For A Miracle, To Keep you out of harm's way

For you not to be cursed of a life of pain and suffering for the sins of a "father" or Mother or family.

I Prayed harder than I ever had before.

I Prayed and I prayed and I prayed

For God to Save someone like you if he couldnt save your "dad" or me Or your brother at the time. I had to ask for you to be saved from the person who "helped create you" I Wanted To Save you. What did that mean exactly? To Ask for God to Save you? I mean what did it really mean...

Be careful what you wish for.....

That is what He said to me. He said I wished for you to be Gone... He told me it was my fault because I told him I SWEAR TO GOD IF I LOSE THIS BABY ITS BECAUSE OF THE STRESS YOU PUT ME THROUGH!

YOU WANTED A BABY! YOU TOLD YOUR FAMILY YOU WANTED THIS ! I TOLD YOU I WASNT READY !

Please STAY

Just STAY

GO! I

Please Stop

Please Leave!

Just go!

I dont want YOU here

Is the baby still inside of you?

Come home.....

........

YOU SAID YOU WERE THINKING OF HAVING AN ABORTION! THATS NOT WHAT I WANT! I WANT A BABY! I WANT YOU HERE BUT NOT HERE !

........

Are you still pregnant? Ok Good....so you can go...

..........

OKAY So then If youre okay I dont want you here just GO I just want me and My SON! ALONE!

But Im not... Im bleeding? Alot...and Im scared, I dont know whats going on I have an appointment to check it out on Saturday to see if everythings okay

**Friday night calls of worrying**

I DONT CARE IF IT HURTS

........

IM NOT OPENING THE DOOR! You can stand out there I dont CARE!

........

My sisters/female friends say bleeding is normal ! You're dramatic

But it hurts really bad and Its not normal ! Please youre the last person I want to ask for help but youre the only person that should

PLEASE help me!

*deleted a recording from my voice memos pleading with him to help* all he can focus on is his own voice

.........

......

....

As He watched me Give Birth to Life & Death in his bathtub, He didnt believe me when I said I could die. He didnt believe my screams. He didnt even believe in the horrific cries.

He believed a 2 second phone conversation and his sister that had no kids of her own who did not give him any children to bare.

And thats only when he cried. And cried. And cried. Why did you cry? Because this is not what you expected when you forced life into this.... or you didnt believe your own seed was dying, being pushed out infront of your eyes? Or was it because the last bits of YOUR innocence was being raped by your selfish needs.

I did not WANT to know what you being Saved meant but I knew in a way what it might mean...

A)by the miracle of God I was a Virgin Mary again and the only Father or daddy you would have ever had is God

B) Everything was going to be alright and somehow I could keep you here with me on Earth, safe, just the three of us

C) You would go back to the Stars & would never have to deal with a broken home, and be at peace in Your First home.... Heaven.

And as Long as it took you to get here you left me in a second as forver can last that way. C. Was the Answer that God chose.

1:30 am Bits of you floated

2:00am He Flushed you and me with you, down his drain, with disgust on his face. I did not see blood, or just any clot, I saw you. Not whatever was on his face and in mind.

2:15am The ambulance was called and picking me up

2:16am

I love you...

Okay?

call me when you get to the hospital

I love you

*silence*

(As if the EMTS couldnt see right through his bullshit)

I DONT CARE IF YOURE BLEEDING GO BLEED AT YOUR MOTHERS HOUSE

*just getting back from the Hospital*

*first time I see him again**

Well, you spoke it into existence

IT WAS MY BABY TOO! I know I wasnt there BUTTTT

BUTTT

BUTTT

OUR child we lost OUT child ! (Man who abandoned the thought for months until the misconception)

THE BABY WAS MINE TOO! I wish I couldve been there for you I want to be there for you! Its just hard being there for you! Near you! You say this you say that I cant handle being around you but I want to have a baby with you! I want our family back!

I WANT

I WANT

I WANT

I said I wanted to be alone with our kid because you never let us be alone! But I didnt mean it! I just want to spend time with him alone! But I wanted you there! And the baby! And all of us ! Together! Living in separate houses! While you have the baby in your house!

I want to be here for you I just cant do this

.......

Well you spoke it into existence so thats what happens ☺️ (sounds like his sister or one of his followers)

Mmm...... but I didnt ask God to give me a miscarriage.....

yes, I spoke it into existence. I told you if I have a miscarriage it's because of the fact that you put me through this kind of stress it's because God knows you don't deserve anything else from me

So God said heard

I told him to help me through this situation

I told him that if this child is to be harmed in any way, because of this fallen angel, please protect my child the best way you can

And what happened happened

*silence*

IM HURTING TOO ! YOU JUST DONT UNDERSTAND !

.....

Youre right. I guess I never will.

[micheya]

Reader who's a solid middle between smart and idiot

Part one: with the idiots

mentions of: Noelle, Zhongli, Itto (separate interactions)

No mention of pronouns

Part 2 coming soon: Diluc, Kaeya, Probs more

i beg, even if you have to make a side blog to not tarnish your main blog. please reblog, they count more for something than the hearts in the algorithm

Summary: the reader being bang in the middle of the idiot of the smart people and the smart of the idiots.

With the idiots it's a case of "I have to protect them with my life-"

But no:

"Oh my gosh NOELLE STOP THAT'S NOT WH-"

In Mondstadt when Noelle is overworking herself for others completely misinterpreting a request and maybe about to do something crazy.

.......

"And where do you think you're going in the dead of night?"

There is no way she was travelling Liyue again for a mere bracelet supposedly woven by the Geo Archon himself. You're sure the person was just exaggerating, hoping Noelle would bring a replacement in place of the usual delivery service.

"I was hoping I would bring it in time for her birthday, Mary said-"

"Mary lied. Her birthday isn't tomorrow, and I've done my research. At most it was simply a shop collectable. Nothing to do with Rex Lapis." you sighed at the sight of her posture wilting a small stuttered 'O-oh' leaving her lips.

"I told her no. She's going to order and wait the normal delivery time. You're busy tomorrow anyways, so go to bed right now."

"But-" you didn't spare a word and instead blankly stared at her, your eyes squinting ever so slightly, your resolve unmoving. She didn't dare refute anymore, seeing your side and reluctantly letting out a dejected ok, before heading to her dorm.

She hadn't realised how exhausted she was until she lay down and almost instantly passed out.

__

Then there's:

"Zhongli. Put. it. down."

In the nation of commerce and contracts, Liyue, being the creator of the worldwide accepted currency you'd think he'd understand the importance it held when making such expensive purchases.

There are many moments like this in which you have to be quick to grip his wrist before he picks up an object. And in many of these moments there's a quiet wrestle. It's clear he's the stronger one but it's about the mental block of the purchase. It's exactly why both you and him seem to settle in a stalemate; like an arm wrestle with no victor.

"No one is paying for this. Don't you dare."

you both paid no mind to each other's eyes. instead your gazes were left on the two contesting hands.

"It is-"

"I don't care what it is, as far as I'm concerned I'm the one paying. Even if you did so happen to remember your wallet, out of good conscience I couldn't let you squander yet again."

"Please understand that-"

"I will run away if you try to make the purchase."

Zhongli closed his eyes in thought, you did once threaten to never go shopping with him again, and he has yet to completely pay you back for the last purchases, though he was making steady progress with it.

"Mmm." He gave in settling it down, in the corner of his eye watching your stern expression soften in relief. "My apologies, I'll just request this item be reserved for a future purchase."

"Zhongli..." you groaned.

"Please understand that this item is..." and as intelligent as this man was, you thought as you both walked out of the store (with him rambling yet again), sometimes he flabbergasted you with the lack of wisdom he had when it came to shopping.

Or maybe it was just a lack of self control.

__

And more:

"-ITTO DON'T EAT THAT-"

of course in Inazuma when your one and oni best buddy is feeling a bit peckish due to a lack of snacks. He's been on yet another losing streak with his onikabuto battles and has done nothing but whine about it that day you were traversing Inazuma with the traveller.

You don't know what sort of mushroom he picked up, but it didn't look like the usual, you and the traveller would cook for dinner.

But why should that matter, he's the great arataki , numero uno, Itto. This silly little thing should pose no trouble to his 'Stomach of steel'.

Well...

"Boss, why on earth would you eat such a thing despite their warnings?" your call to kuki shinobu was responded to quick, as she made no trouble of meeting you in the hospital room where Itto lay.

"Huh...Sh-shinobu? Why- Why's your neck all loopy?" you cringe at his reactions to whatever hallucination he was going through.

"You're the one that's loopy." Shinobu and you mutter together. The two of you locked eyes before shaking your heads and sighing.

but if it's the other way around, I'm the one walking into walls, forgetting things constantly and having things click a little bit late.

You feel you sighed a lot when around him.

Just noticed how all of them are Geo users...Huh.

#genshin impact #genshin impact zhongli #zhongli #zhongli x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto #itto imagines #genshin impact itto #noelle #genshin impact noelle #genshin noelle #noelle x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #itto x gender neutral reader #itto x gn reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x gender neutral reader #zhongli x gn!reader

[lancermylove]

Voice of Healing (Oneshot) [Part 2]

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Mammon x OC (Mariposa)

Warning: None

Commissioned by: @gr8mammon

Prompt: OC X Mammon fanfic of Mammon discovering the OC can sing when he eavesdrops on her one day and his feelings increases more for her. He then shows up that he knows about her singing abilities and encourages her to show it more. Their feelings are so borderline of confession and one thing leads to another.

A/N: Presenting part 2~. 😁 For anyone wondering, the first song is "Gales of Song" and the second song is "Lend Me Your Voice" from Belle.

Word Count: 2,514

Series: [Part 1]

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The sounds of her heels clicking against the wooden boards echoed within the walls of the RAD assembly hall. Her footsteps had an uneven rhythm, and that was enough for him to guess she was nervous. Maybe he should have snuck backstage to cheer her one last time, but Mammon had faith in Mariposa as she was nothing less than a determined fighter. As the gentle notes of the music began filling his ears, Mammon held his breath and dug his fingertips into his palms. 'Ya got this, Mari. Show 'em what you're made of.'

The young girl clutched onto her mic, scanning the audience, and though it was dark, she could sense Mammon's presence. She knew he was cheering her on in spirit, but a part of her wished she could meet his gaze while performing. As the music intensified, Mari's heartbeats increased - this was it - this was going to be her moment to shine and defeat her fear. She closed her eye and poured her heart out through her voice.

La. La. La. Gales of Songs, guide me through the storm.

Her beautiful yet powerful voice resonated through the hall, leaving every demon, angel, and human speechless. Mammon freed his fists and exhaled in relief, the hardest part was over, and he had no doubt she would pass her trial with flying colors.

A life without you, I cannot accept.

He wasn't willing to accept a life without her either. Their friendship had gone through so much that imagining a life with Mariposa was impossible for the demon.

Seems like everyone just smiles staring at the sun.

But what about me?

Smilin' while starin' at the sun, huh? That means they're cravin' for light 'cause their life is filled with nothin' but darkness. 'Sides, Mari, you're the sun, and one sun ain't got need to stare at another sun. And you're my guidin' light...so my sun.' His cheeks heated up while he recalled all the times she helped him out of the darkness.

It's just me, lost so far away from home.

Alone I shut myself in.

The song described Mari's journey in her life to the point, and he knew that, but Mammon's heart still pained at the thought of the trauma his love had gone through. If only he had found her earlier, maybe she wouldn't have had to bear so much.

Mariposa slowly opened her eye, allowing the hidden tears behind her eyelids to fall freely. For a second, Mammon panicked - was she sad - but wait, she was smiling. As the end of the song came around, her gaze drifted in his direction, praying he would get the hint she was about to give him.

Gales of song, please stay by my side.

Winds of love, breathe into my life.

The assembly hall was dead silent after she finished singing, and in that minute, countless thoughts swirled in her mind. Did they not like her song choice? Was her singing not good enough? Should she not have joined the competition? But those fragile thoughts quickly shattered once she heard the entire hall erupt into cheers. The screams, claps, and praises, combined with the bright spotlight overhead, overwhelmed her, but Mari managed to bow and thank her audience before hurrying backstage.

Once safe in the dressing room, she rested her dampened back against the cool wall and pressed her right palm on her face. "I did it. I really did it. I won over my fear. I…I WON!"

Mariposa excitedly threw her hands into the air and grinned at herself in the mirror across the room. Right on time, her room's door flung open, and Mammon rushed in. "Did somethin' happen? Why're ya screamin'?"

"MAMMON!" She faced him with her arms still raised towards the ceiling and flashed him the widest smile, "I DID IT!"

"You did. You won, Mari," a warm smile spread across his lips. "I am proud of you."

He took a step closer, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her to his height. A soft squeal escaped her lips, and she tried her arms around his neck to maintain her balance. While Mariposa looked questionably at her friend, Mammon continued to smile. "Did ya mean what ya said?"

"Mean…what I said?" She slightly tilted her head to one side. "Y'know," he mumbled. Did she forget already? Was she really going to make him say those words back to her? His face grew redder by the second, but she left him no choice, and he repeated her words. "P-Please stay by my side. Winds of love, breathe into my life."

"Oh, those words," she playfully giggled.

"Wait, you knew which words I was talkin' about, didn't ya?" He shot her a glare, but that only made her laugh.

"Maybe~. Maybe, I just wanted to hear ya say them."

"Why you..."

"Oh, are ya mad? Whatcha goin' to do 'bout it, Mammon?" Mariposa mimicked his speech in a sweet, high-pitched voice. Amidst her teasing, she had forgotten how close Mammon's face was to her; on the other hand, he took note of details he hadn't noticed before. The heat of her skin against his, the faint pulse of her heart against his chest, the delicate flora fragrance coming from her clothes, and the warm, sugary smell of candy coming from her lips.

In a low, shaky voice, the demon called her name, "Mari."

"Hm?"

Mammon tilted his head, parted his lips, and closed the distance between their faces. Feeling his warm, moisturized lips on her own, Mariposa's eye widened. How many times had she dreamt of kissing him? She had waited a long time for this moment, and it was even more perfect than she had imagined. Her lips tugged into a smile as a tear rolled down her cheek, but she tightened her arms around his neck and returned his kiss.

"Mariposa," the demon slightly pulled away, breaking the kiss. "Will you go out with me?"

"Yes." She pecked his lips and gently rested her forehead against his. "Nothing would make me happier."

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"I...I can't...," Levi mumbled under his breath but paused before burying his face in his hands and exclaiming, "I can't take this anymore!"

The first, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh brothers and the angels stopped eating and looked at Levi. Lucifer broke the silence with a loud sigh, "Levi. This is neither the time nor the place. Let us finish eating first, then we can talk."

"No! Just, no. I am tired of seeing Mari and Mammon all lovey-dovey. That Mammon...can he get more annoying!?"

"Tired?" Asmo dramatically gasped, "Well, I find it quite adorable. They look so cute together!"

Beel nodded while Belphie added, "They look happy together."

"They do look quite happy," Simeon chuckled.

"Levi, I understand why you are upset. We all wished to be with Mariposa at one point, but she chose Mammon. We need to respect her choice…even if we don't want to," Satan forced the corners of his lips up while tightly gripping his fork and knife.

"Satan is right. We need to respect her decision, and there is a good reason why Mari chose Mammon. Some of you may not agree with my words, but he is the right choice for her," Lucifer set down his silverware and spoke sternly. "If any of you dare to intervene in their relationship, I shall take it onto myself to teach you a lesson. Now, finish eating."

"By the way, has anyone seen them? They missed breakfast, and now they are missing dinner," the older angel asked.

Asmo gasped loudly in response, followed by a squeal, "Maybe they had a long, romantic night together! I can already imagine-"

Simeon quickly covered Luke's ears as Lucifer yelled the fourth brother's name, "This conversation ends here. Finish. Eating."

For the remainder of the dinner, the brothers and angels ate quietly, and all of them had beet-red faces except for the younger angel, who had absolutely no idea what was going on. Unbeknownst to them, Mariposa had spent the entire day planning a surprise for Mammon while he lounged in his bedroom, waiting for her call.

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"I do hope you enjoy your time here. Also, please refrain from borrowing objects from the castle. I shall take my leave now," Barbatos politely bowed before leaving Mammon near the entrance of the castle gardens. The butler was scarier than Lucifer, especially when he gave an emotionless smile and spoke threatening words in a gentle tone. A chill ran down the demon's spine, but he shook his head and walked deeper into the garden. 'I ain't got time to think 'bout him. Mari is waitin' for me.' 

As he approached the lake, he saw his beloved sitting on a yellow picnic blanket, her eyes examining the falling stars in the sky. On each corner of the blanket sat a glass jar with a large candle inside, adding warmth to the cool-toned backdrop. The setup was simple yet effective, and Mammon preferred it that way.

The young girl heard her love approach and turned her attention to him, welcoming him with a genuine smile. She stood up and patted the wrinkles of her skirt before beckoning him to come closer. "How was your day?"

"I was sulkin' all day. I thought you forget 'bout me. Took ya long enough to message me," he pouted.

Mariposa giggled and shook her head, "I would never forget you. I couldn't, even if I tried."

"Ya? How do I know you're not just sayin' that for the sake of sayin' it?" He knew she was telling the truth but teased her nevertheless. "Or are ya tryin' to get me to kiss you again?"

"I am not, and I can prove it to you!"

While she prepared for the date, Mari attempted countless times to think of a way to convey her feelings without making them seem forceful. How would she begin singing for him? All her ideas ended poorly in her mind, and she decided to go with the flow. Now was her chance. Mammon had given her the perfect excuse to pour her heart out through her song.

Mari reached for his hands and held them in a firm grip, met his eyes, and took a deep breath.

It's easy to push me away from you Easy to say you want to be left on your own

Mammon was confused after hearing those two lines. Didn't she say she wanted to prove she wouldn't forget him? He raised an eyebrow, and the corner of his lip slightly twitched, and though Mari saw this, she didn't stop singing.

Yet somehow I can't help but see how your eyes shy away Your hands seal the entrance and path to your heart Anger kept fear and the sadness you feel Under the surface for so long

His muscles tensed while his eyes grew in size. Where was this song going? Was she trying to say she knew he was pushing her away on purpose when they first met?

With each line, Mammon's heart slammed harder against his ribs. He was aware she could connect well with him, but how was she able to read his heart so clearly? Since his time in the Celestial Realm, he made sure not to be an open book to anyone, including his brothers. That was the very reason why he masked his sadness and pain behind a clown mask.

Mammon took a step back, but the songstress tightened her grip around his head and took a step closer to him.

Bring me close Let me see the past you regret deep down below It's not so hard living all by yourself It's what you have told yourself over and ovеr again in darkness

His face remained expressionless, but his hands became clammy and began shaking. Whenever moments got uncomfortable, he had a habit of running away. Even now, he was trying to do the same. No one had looked so deeply into his heart or attempted to understand him for who he really was. Tears welled up in his eyes against his will, 'What the hell...I don't wanna cry in front of her...but...'

But you know, I just want you as you are

Her intention was not to make him cry but to make him understand just how much she loved him. Mari brought his right hand close to her cheek and brushed her warm skin on the back of his hand. She gave him a comforting smile as she sang the final lines of the song.

Just the "you" that I see right before me It's all that has been on my mind

"And will always be," she whispered.

Mammon was speechless. What was he supposed to say to her? "Thank you" wasn't enough. "You're the best" sounded odd. "I need you" sounded desperate. "Don't leave me" sounded sad. His mind worked over time as it tried to formulate the perfect response. Drained of energy, he slowly lowered his head and rested it on her shoulder.

"Mari..."

"Yeah?" She stood perfectly still, eagerly waiting for his reaction.

"I love you."

Just the reaction she had been hoping for. "I know..."

"You know...?" He chuckled weakly, not expecting such a straightforward response.

"Mammon, I have some more abilities I didn't tell you," she whispered, "I can...hear people's emotions, meaning...I knew you liked me even before you realized it."

'She, what?' So the entire time he struggled to figure out how he felt for her, if he should be feeling these feelings for her, whether Asmo was right or not, whether he was losing his mind, and what she meant to him...she already knew the answers?

"You've to be kiddin' me. Man, that's embarrassin'."

"Sorry, Mammon. I didn't do it on purpose," Mariposa giggled. She would be lying if she said she wasn't getting a kick out of his reaction. "Hmm. If I say, "I love you too," will that make up for everything?"

"Yeah. Yeah...it will."

"Then, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed and the bestest demon in Devildom, you are the best thing that happened in my life, and I will never let you go...even if you get sick of me. I love you and will love you for eternity." She freed his hands from her grip, wrapped her arms around him, and snuggled her face into his shoulder.

Mariposa had been through a difficult journey filled with pain, setbacks, loneliness, and torment. She prayed every day for relief but never thought her relief would come in the form of getting whisked away to the realm of demons; moreover, she didn't imagine meeting a demon who brought out the best in her, understood her, and loved her more than anything else.

Though their journey together was only getting started, Mari couldn't wait to see what the future had in store for them. Even if her future was the same as her past, she knew she could overcome any obstacle as long as Mammon was by her side.

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[wearingaberetinparis]

Please please please post "Jammiest bit of Jam(es)" soon!

Aww, you're a sweetheart! I'll first finish Lily in the Sky with Diamonds, it's all happening without me and my Jily December Challenge fics, but then I'm definitely going to continue working on Jammiest Bit of Jam(es), because it's so much fun to write that one and it might very well turn into my latest obsession. I anticipate a December update of the first chapter. To tide you over... another long snippet.

Jammiest Bit of Jam(es)

“Miss Evans?” Her eyes widened and she very nearly dropped her wand. She turned around ever so slowly, schooling her face into a neutral and thoroughly unimpressed expression. “Ah,” she spoke, hoping to sound dismissive and unaffected, while – in reality – her heart pounded a mile a minute, “it is you.” Lord James Potter – the far too handsome Pure-blooded dunderhead – examined her closely, took a small step towards her. “Are you well? You appear to be lost.” “Oh,” she said, tilting her chin, “lost I’m most certainly not.” He cocked his head to the side. “In trouble then?” “Now, whatever would make you say that?” “Well, since you’re dressed as a young Hogwarts school boy –” She refused to let her confidence falter as she scoffed at him. “Clearly, you have no idea about the intricate goings-on at Queen Mary’s. Maybe this is just how we would prefer to dress when there’s no wizards about.” “You’d wear a cloak with the Hogwarts crest at Queen Mary’s?” he raised his eyebrows. Infuriatingly, he was all the more attractive for it. “Do you fancy yourself an Auror, sir?” she stubbornly crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Not quite yet,” he muttered as if he wasn’t destined to become the next Minister of Magic, like his father and grandfather before him, taking another step forward, the toes of their shoes – similar in looks, comically different in size – nearly touching, forcing her to look up at him. “Now, tell me, Miss Evans. What are you doing at Hogwarts? You weren’t planning on calling on a suitor were you?” “A suitor?” she couldn’t hide the scandalised tone in her voice, the way her breath caught on the word. “How dare you insinuate such a thing –” He held up his hands, his wand resting between the fingers of his left hand. “Do forgive me, Miss Evans, for drawing such a conclusion when you are attempting to open a door to an empty Hogwarts classroom that has a rather sordid history.” “A sordid history?” He leaned forward, brought his lips closer to her ear. “Rumour has it Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor favoured the room when they were courting each other.” She felt her cheeks pinken, her breath catch. It had, of course, nothing to do with his close proximity. I’m not that desperate, she thought angrily to herself. It’s just the smell of his cologne that is making me feel rather dizzy. The absolute ponce. It is sure to be some expensive bottle imported from France.

#jammiest bit of jam(es) #snippet

[lifewithparanormal]

Butterfly effect

Chapter 3: Hidden heritage

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Back at Navarro and Harold's scene, the two recoiled from two steps, looking at the creature.

''So, two puny mortals discovered me.'' Matzarathulu insulted, under a voice with echo.

''Wh..what is that thing?!'' Harold exclaimed!

''I don't know but I'm not gonna sit around waiting to find out!'' Felix answered, rising his soul collector.

But before he had a chance to press on the button, the demon used his extensions and holes on the tips to throw orange stuff on both PIs. The leader didn't react in time and got his weapon covered in goop, but Harold got the time to avoid it by jumping left.

''Tsk tsk, my orange melted cheese will stop you from any benevolance!'' the cheese-like demon boasted.

''Gragh, the stuff is covering the visor!'' Navarro complained, trying to press the button of his soul collector anyway, without effect.

But he kept it on himself anyway. Matzarathulu kept throwing cheese goop out of his peculiar members hoping to immobilize them, but they both avoided in time, jumping each in different directions: Felix on the left, Hal on the right!

While Navarro tried to get the cement out of his weapon, Harold teleported himself a few centimeters close to Matza's ''face'' . Kneeling himself immediately, he took some dirt from the ground and threw it in its eye.

While the effect was successful and made the orange demon close its eyes, it didn't take him long to do an alternate attack and pushing Harold a little far with a ''tentacle'' blow. Using its sense of hearing, he then used one of its other tentacles to throw orange cheese at Navarro. The brunt of the blow was so strong it made Navarro recoil while dropping the soul collector and he fell on the ground, arms and thighs immobilized under the mixture.

''Felix!'' Harold shouted, he then prepared to teleport into the action, but Navarro gazed intensely at him.

''No, do like we said!'' his friend ordered.

Right, what they said…..on one side he didn't want to leave Navarro alone, but on the other hand, they both knew it wasn't their first rodeo. Hal instead directed his teleportation in the direction of the fraternity house and out of the forest, going away.

Meanwhile, Navarro moved like a snake to sit himself carefully, watching Matzarathulu closing the special vacuum's power with its extended members.

''So, before I met my demise, can I at least know what I'm up against.'' Felix asked, trying to keep a brave face. ''Oh you will have a demise, but not in the way you think! …..You speak to Matzarathulu, spirit of humiliation, and you're getting in my way!''

Clenching his teeth, Navarro upped his tone.

''Lo sabia! You're the one responsible for the detective's disappearance into your portal!''

The monster laughed for a few seconds, but something among Navarro's lines got to it, it interrupted itself.

''Wait, sure, I did create a nethergate to get into your humiliating world, but I didn't prisonner any humans, I don't see the point of your bluff!'' Matza revealed.

''Don't fool me! You threw that cement cheese at the victim while the nethergate was activated and he went into it!

''Oh please, I'm over one simple mortal, on the contrary, I have one entire fraternity at my source of power!''

The more this conversation went out, the more Navarro was confused. The way he interpreted it: this creature knows and seems deeply interested about the fraternity yet it doesn't hurt anyone when it would have several occasions to do so? That didn't seem logical to him.

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Meanwhile, in the main alley of Omega Alpha Pi's fraternity house. Mary walked, still trying to use her telepathic powers, but to no avail. Hands still behind his back, Willard only watched her while following.

''Ergh, if I knew that was going to happen, I would've brought the psychic amplifier.'' Mary complained in low voice. ''If we had that: good luck being subtle with that fashion failure thing on your head then.'' Willard nonchanlently whispered.

Mary was going to answer but suddenly, Harold appeared by teleportation behind them. Mary was the first to turn in a jumpy way.

''WOH! Don't startle us like that Hal!'' she jumped.

Willard then turned away, unshaken by the glassy PI's sudden appearance. Both looked at Harold, he seemed deep in his thoughts because he looked at his friends, eyes wide open and took some time before saying anything, like he was out of it.

''Take your time mate.'' Will mocked.

''Sorry sorry.'' Hal shook his head. ''Quick, let's grab some things in the car, Navarro's in danger!''

''A monster?'' his female friend just said.

The young adult with glasses quickly nodded, then handed both his hands to his friends.

''Grab my hands, it's gonna be quicker.''

Both complied, then Hal used his powers to teleport the three of them away……some OAP crew saw the spectacle and there was a long silence.

"Yo did that nerd just-''

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Back to Navarro, the named continued to try to know more, to buy some time.

''I…I'm not sure I'm believing you, demons like you are not honest.'' he argued.

''On the contrary, why would we lie? Nothing screams more humiliation than someone impotent in front of a masterplan discourse! And any form of this gives me more and more power.'' Matzarathulu boasted.

Getting closer and closer, it then threatened under Navarro trying to keep a brave face.

''Give it a few more days of witnessing all this fraternity's humiliation, and then soon, I'll be unstoppable and you'll spend all eternity bowing in shame in front of me!''

Then, without warning, from behind, its only eye got covered by a fabric which seem to came from behind. This was coming from Mary, wearing a belt hiding a weird pistol and a strange small container, who had her foot pressed on the back of the demon and spirit of humiliation. It was quite big, but the girl had enough space to do her pulling move with Frederik's Omega jacket, pulling the sleeves with her hands.

''M-Mary?!'' the tied leader exclaimed.

''Gnh…snake you way out of here, quick!'' Mary struggled.

Meanwhile, Harold, with a backpack, appeared by teleportation behind Felix and retreated him farther from the creature by pulling his back with one hand.

''You came back fast, but wait the soul collector!'' the young Navarro shouted.

''I think the more pressing matters is freeing you from this small prison!'' Hal objected, ransacking his backpack.

And indeed he had the right gadget out of the bag for that: a cyan gadget in the form of a hair dryer he then pressed on. The heat wave was so extreme that the cement orange cheese around Navarro started melting slowly.

Meanwhile, Mary continued to struggle with the monster, pulling the sleeves of the sweater. To test something, she tried using her telepathy, and...to her great surprise...

''What's this…I…I can read minds again? ….What this monster can tell us?'' her voice echoed through her head.

She did try to get small bits of info, but Matzarathulu started to get the upper hand in the struggle despites being blinded by the OAP jacket. Shaking its ''body'' violently, it made Mary jump a few steps behind and almost tripped, but thanks to her quick reflexes, she repositionned herself, one hand on the ground. Her telepathy still working, she anticipated Matzarathulu rushing at her and giving a swing of one its extensions on her.

With quick reflexes, the mindreader PI blocked the hit with her arm, struggling to get the upper hand.

Her other hand free, Mary Beyer was about to reach for the pistol on her belt, but her telepathy made her notice another tentacle pointing at her. Quickly deducing what it meant, the woman rolled herself on the ground, avoiding a goop shot and grabbing her weapon on her belt during the rolling.

Putting herself in a kneeled position, she then grabbed the small bottle full of pepper seeds attached on her belt and emptied some of it in a vertical compartment of her pistol.

Once she pulled the trigger towards her opponent's big eye, brown powder came out of it, making Matzarathulu squinting and backing up under complaints.

''Euuuuwgh! Why is it always on the eye?!'' he shouted.

While Hal finally finished to melt the cheese both on the soul collector and Navarro, Willard was rushing into the scene directly towards Matza without gadgets and taking his sunglasses off, not even paying attention to his team. The monster took some time before noticing him because he was going to immobilise the three other PIs by throwing more orange ''goop'' at them.

''It's OVER!''

Navarro was ready to press the button of his collector before he got covered once more, but something strange made him stop……all the goop Matzarathulu threw at him, his two other friends….was completly staying in the air, not moving at all, and surrounded by a purple aura.

''…..Willard!'' Navarro instantly turned at him, he could recognise that color of power between hundreds.

''Hey, pizza face!'' Will adressed to the demon of humiliation, hands lifted up, surrounded by the same aura. ''Next time you want to inflate your ego, count the number of opponents you have!''

Then, all by himself, the power reflector reflected the goop towards Matzarathulu. Unfortunately for the team, he avoided it in time.

''Y….You! How can a human control my own powers?'' the humiliation monster stared at Willard with full of contempt!

''I guess you'll never know the answer! Say cheese!'' Navarro proceeded, lifting up the soul collector.

Unfortunately, something unexpected interrupted everyone. Big flashs of colorful red and blue lights dragged close to everyone's feet, they turned around and looked towards any tree's opening.

''The cops!'' Navarro exclaimed.

''Thanks for the precision I thought I would never guess!'' Willard taunted.

Then, a demonic laugh was heard from Matzarathulu, the only one who didn't bother to move with the Phantom Investigators. Everyone looked at it retreating.

''Poor fools, humiliated when they least expect it!'' it insulted.

Holding a groan, Navarro pushed the button of the soul collector to catch its prey, but the yellow-orange rey missed the fast target. Soon, Matzarathulu was out of their line of sight deeper into the small forest. Everyone looked at Navarro, not even moving.

''You don't want to catch it?'' Harold seeked.

''….Not right now, I'm not falling for a potential trap.'' Felix explained. ''And thanks to some new infos, it's clear what we must do now: our top priority is getting Fred's father safe and sound!''

Everyone lifted their eyebrows, even Willard was a little taken aback by that new planning.

''Wait, so for once you agree with me? In what grounds?!'' the latter exclaimed.

''Can't explain here! Everyone, gather the gadgets, we'll retreat temporarily to prepare supplies for our netherrealm hunt!'' the PI chief ordered.

That's what everyone did, and once all was gathered. Three of the PIs got very close to Harold, once again using teleportation to make everyone, himself included, disappear.

''Wait, hold the backstory!''

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That voice was coming from Kira. Back in the present, everyone was quite attentive to Navarro's story and quite skeptical about one aspect.

''Matzarathulu was one of your cases?'' Kira asked.

''Not directly, but as I started to think in that time: this demon had some colleration with our initial case. …….You know that ''raisin-ator'' I passed you once?! Well……'' he interrupted himself as he saw Casey and Daemona snapping their fingers as a found idea. ''Well…it seems you figured out the rest.'' he added, smiling.

Daemona moved forward, scratching her head.

''But there's something I quite don't catch, Navarro. Clearly you're more involved than we thought in one of our past cases, so we know it probably didn't end well on your side….so….what is the point you're trying to make? How does that fit our quarrel?'' the leader of the current PIs questionned.

''Yeah, I mean there's a 100% statistic that Matzarathulu was-''

Casey's remark was immediately interrupted by Jericho bumping him with his elbow.

''Shhht, spoilers.'' the latter shushed.

''Don't you ''shhht, spoilers'' me , we were HERE! What do you think this is? A TV series?'' Casey argued.

Not directly paying attention to that little exchange, Navarro started to resonate, the more he moved forward in his small rant, the more serious he got.

''Look kids, I know there's some chance you think that story is long. But everything happens for a reason, some things you don't know yet happened in that case! The known and the unknown that had consequences and that back then it was not the appropriate time to give all the details. If you want to see my point, you need to get el panorama, and it's only when I'll give you all the pieces of this puzzle that it will fit….you're all very shrewd in case-solving so I think you'll get it along the way.''

Approving while smiling slyly, Daemona patted Navarro's shoulder.

''Alright, I'm believing you. To be honest, I quite like hearing stories about how my grandparents and you kicked butt.'' she boasted.

''I don't doubt it.'' Navarro answered, with a complicit smile.

While Daemona went back to her friends, all attentive, Navarro cleared his throat and pursued his story.

''So, my team and I did a temporary retreat. But not to your grandmother's house, Daemona. After all, we all had small hideouts for our gadgets or reunions, thanks to our horror novel fanclub front. Places like…..this very one where you're listening to me right now.''

Everyone gasped.

''Wait, your shop existed in the 50s?'' Kira promptly asked.

''Come on: Navarros repairs, you think I was the only one with Navarro as a last name?'' the named jaded, crossing his arms.

''...Wait....oooooh ''Navarros repairs'' I thought it was Navarro's repairs like YOUR repair, an apostrophe!'' Jericho revealed, like he had an epiphany.

''But wait...that means...'' Daemona started, hesitating.

The mentor stood up to look out in the same closet he was cleaning long moments ago, he took some time, but he took a picture frame, came back to his place, and showed it to the four kids in the room…

….On the center of the frame was Navarro himself…way younger, at 9 years old, wearing striped white shirt. Right to him was a middle-aged man looking a lot like him in face, but with a mustache and similar hairstyle, only it was more black and no lavender; only some grey at the sides of his hair, wearing a chic suit.

Left to the child in the photo was a woman with a middy hairstyle who seemed at the end of her thirties: made up with a lipstick and earrings; wearing a short-sleeved dress with a loop on her collar

It was hard to tell the colors since the frame was completly black and white, however, what lacked in emotion on that side was mirrored by how happy the two adults were holding the dear kid close to them, faces close to each other, looking straight at the camera….

…And though everywhere understood the elephant in the room, it took some time before someone answered.

''Y-Y-You had parents?!'' Jericho just said out of nowhere.

''……Like every newborn human in existence had at one point you mean?'' Navarro asked.

''You know what I meant by that.'' the ginger kid awkwardly answered, blushing a little.

''I know I know, I'm just kidding.'' the adult laughed, scratching his soul patch.

Holding the picture at the palm of his hands and moving his arms across the room, he continued talking.

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Back to the 50s, in ''Navarro repairs'' , Felix was the first to enter there with his dirty leather jacket in one hand and an horror book on the other, he was followed by his friends who also had one book in hand.

Though the repairs first were established by Papa Rigo, his son, Ulises Navarro, already inherited the shop at that time. He was my father.

Ulises was rightly standing behind the counter, classifying the tools in compartments while peeking small gazes at the small television standing on another counter. Navarro's mother was also there, wearing a squared yellow-orange dress, just putting a plate of snacks right towards the main counter. Adjusting her brown middy hair, she was the first to see her dear son entering.

''Hola, Felixito!'' She waved full of joy. ''Hola, mamà!''

My mother, Tatiana, was mostly a stay-at-home woman but she would occasionally help or give food in the shop, and that day where me and my friends had our retreat meeting there….it was no exception!'

Uli in turn noticed all the greetings and put an hold on what he was doing.

''Oh, hola mijo. Perdón por no haberte visto, la tele me tiene distraído'' the dad excused, pointing at the television.

(Original drawing by @beatleswings)

Yeah...when we were speaking between us, it was in our native language, even with our friends in front.

The dad looked at his three companions with a polite smile.

''……Veo que trajiste a tus amiguitos.'' Ulises Navarro remarked, looking at Willard in last.

''Sí…. ¿Está bien si leemos nuestros libros allí?'' Navarro asked, showing his horror book.

Looking at his mother, he then got rid of his leather jacket, who was still stained by all the goop despites being melted and taken off.

''Oh, mamá, ¿puedes lavar mi chaqueta, por favor?'' Felix kindly demanded, handling his jacket to his mom.

''Claro que puedo, cariño.'' Tatiana approved, she took the jacket but looked at the mess with a concerned look. ''Pero…..¡Dios mío! ¿Qué tipo de juego estabas jugando para ensuciarlo así?"

''Bueno, el mundo está lleno de sorpresas.” Felixito awkwardly excused, scratching his head.

Meanwhile, the mustachioed dad took a long gaze at the television, the news were talking about a man called ''Brandon Kenneth'' , a detective who disappeared near Omega Alpha Pi.

....Seeing some of the fraternity members acting all sympathetic while being interviewed, Ulises wasn't fooled: he was aware of the fraternity's reputation, and the thought of its contents made him grimaced.

"Ergh, y pensar que hay gente que no tienen decencia ni dignidad'' Navarro's father groaned at his source of disgust.

But he then looked proudly at his son.

''¡Pero no eres como ellos! ….Felix, prométeme que cuando tengas la edad de ir a la universidad, en dos semanas, que no sigues el mismo camino y piensas en lo que te enseñamos.'' the mustachioed dad said, hand on Felix's shoulder. “Oh papá, ¡no te preocupes!” his son happily said.

Me? Getting into clubs like that when I'll go to university? My dad didn't even need to worry about that, he taught me good values.

Looking proudly at his three friends, Tatiana Navarro grew a smile, though she hesitated looking at Willard a little.

''Hablando de que, you three are really something else. Mi Felixito is the youngest of yours and you're kindly waiting for him to be your age so you can go to universidad all together. No dos like yours!'' the mom complimented.

Yes, Though my parents were used to speak in their first language when alone or only with me, they always managed some english when my friends were here, even if it was not perfect.

''Oh, it's nothing madam, after all, we have the same interests, we intend to stay together a good amount of time!'' Harold warranted, moving his glasses downwards as a sign of polite salute.

''Yeah, plus your son is really mature and kind-hearted. He'll go far.'' Mary added, hands on Felix's shoulder.

''Mature, but still a child de corazón, that's all that matters.'' Ulises said, patting his dear son's hair.

Willard, the only one who hasn't said anything so far, cleared his throat.

''I'm sure you've got a lot of things to say, but if it's OK we would like to borrow Peter Pan here for a second, after all we have books to read.'' Will Plowright rudely said.

Tatiana wasn't the only one awkward to that question, Harold too. Nobody saw it, but he side-eyed Willard with contempt...was it something he said?

Holding a smile but eyes gazing at Willard with a lot of inner thoughts that probably wouldn't be pretty for Mary to read, Tatiana nodded.

''Sure, avanzar. But I can't say I'm a fan of these types of libros. I'd prefer for you to read them en esa mesa over here" she said, pointing at a table far away from customers.

And they complied, a little far away from the counter, they all sat together on the table and opened their book while Navarro's parents continued to work in the shop. Some customers were entering but didn't really pay attention to the fanclub of four young adults.

….But in fact, the horror novels were not horror novels, but books of documentation about kinds of sprites, ghosts, demons, elementals, kinds of portals: in a nutshell, the kind of things the 50s PI could face on a regular basis and that most of the time they noted themselves. They cleverly attached normal paranormal novels covers on it so they could read it anywhere.

There was complete silence from all four of them a long time, but Felix finally opened with a sentence.

''OK guys, the samples we analysed at Mary's attic matches with Matzarathulu, I guess that nothing about that demon is already noted.'' the leader briefed.

''Unless it's in one of Mustapha's strange books from Lugosi Junior High, highly improbable.'' Harold thought.

Willard raised his index while lowering his book.

''How about we call that whiny little flying potato demon we already met….what was his name again…..Jinxie?! I think he has a chart that can help us!'' Will suggested nonchalently.

''¿Estás loco? Not in this public place! Everyone will see it!'' Felix loudly whispered, tapping his finger on his temple gazing straight at his teammate.

Not paying attention to Willard's sigh, Navarro went to a blank page and started noting things, while drawing a quick sketch of Matzarathulu.

"Besides, when I was alone with this demon, I bought some time by acquiring some infos about him.'' he said, showing the page he filled so far.

The three other PIs looked at the quick sketch, of course it was unfinished, but they found it was quite ressembling so far. Navarro the leader then went back to writing notes by turning his book around.

''Matzarathulu, the spirit of humiliation in a form of a demon of….cheese? Like the name said: humiliation is the source of energy that powers him up. And what better source of infinite energy than a fraternity that pulls disturbing initiation stunts like Omega Alpha Pi. With enough energy, he could be unstoppable.'' the PI chief described.

Putting her own book on the table, Mary joined her fingers, looking directly at her friend Felix Navarro.

''So, let's resume what happened in a nutshell: One week ago, Matzarathulu created a nethergate connected with our world to find energy nourishement; then one week later this very day he comes out of his temporary hideout somewhere in the forest, leaving some dirty trail; he sees the argue with Frederik and his father with an energy so negative that his nethergate opens.'' the girl briefed.

''Then, the demon tries to get rid of the witnesses that saw the portal in question opening and grasp something to not be sucked in it. Matzarathulu throws his melted cheese, AKA goop, at Fred's father, but misses the latter.'' Harold pursued with his friend's line of thought.

Deep in thoughts, Felix pointed at Harold as a signification to his last line of thought.

''No realmente, I don't think that last part happened in the way we think.'' Felix then revealed.

''What?'' the rest of the PIs said.

''I tempted a bluff to make him spill the beans, but Matzarathulu was categorical: he was not aware someone was dragged in his nethergate. I think what really happened is that with the force of a suction, one of his young trails got attracted towards the portal and it hit the unlucky detective.'' the latino-american leader concluded.

Harold was tempted to believe his friend, but he had his own doubts. Head negating, he gazed at Felix.

''And you would believe that reasoning? From the bad guy itself?'' Hal argued.

''For once, I'm tempted to agree with Navarro, Hal.'' Willard added. ''Think about it: even if witnessing humiliation gives probably less energy than causing it yourself, why would he focus on only one person? There's like a really good amount of people and humiliation in the fraternity he worships so much!''

Even if Harold was attentive to what Willard said, he seemed to look at him with some grief, the same look he was side-eyeing earlier.

''I wish you had that energy way sooner than this case you know.'' Hal complained.

''So what, you're going to blame me for being cooperative now?'' Willard supplemented, with a tone of arrogance.

''Don't push your luck with that tone!'' Hal suddendly stood up rudely. ''Just because I sympathised with your past in Omega Alpha Pi doesn't give you the right to be rude.''

''You're the one who started it!'' Willard got up in turn

''Basta, you two!''

That last sentence, Felix said it as quiet as possible to avoid getting any of his parents or customers's attention, but he still got loud enough to get both members's attention. Still sat on his chair, the leader of the gang took a small breath before getting back to the briefing.

''Look, me too I first thought that demon was lying, but it's obvious that right now, he's only focused on that fraternity without directly interacting with it.'' the chief justified.

''Yeah, besides, me and Will did say during our trip to this repair that no OAP member was abducted or went missing during all that one-week period.'' Mary put her grain of salt.

Nodding, Navarro's eyes pupils then moved to Harold. Stern but without raising his voice, he continued to speak.

''So, Harold, as crazy as it might sound to you: Willard was right since the very beginning! I just had to take precautions as anyone would've done. Right now, Matzarathulu is not our priority! I promise we'll neutralise him, however, that detective Kenneth has been in the netherrealm long enough and who knows what he must feel right now!'' Navarro concluded, with empathy.

Hesitant due to his problem with Willard, but still respecting his best friend's choices, Harold stood up.

''All right all right…of course we'll help the poor guy first. After all, it's probably why you've brought us all to your father's repairs in the first place, right?'' the bespectabled young adult brought up with a complicit smile.

''Exactly….been hiding some inventions in the garage nearby, we must be prepared for that small hunt through the netherrealm. Follow me!'' Navarro ordered, standing up.

Everyone followed him going away from the place, though Willard was more close to the leader than his other friends. On the way, said leader waved goodbye to his parents, who were now without customers. His father waved back looking at him, but his mother Tatiana seemed to devert her gaze towards someone else, a gaze that her son followed.

With his usual pouty and frowned look, Willard looked at Navarro's parents for some time, but he ended up smiling, though still keeping his frown, almost never fully-opened eyes, waving at Ulises and Tatiana. With a satisfied look, Navarro put his arm around Willard, going away.

Even if my parents tried hard to hide it, I always knew they had some kind of apprehension towards Willard……..in a way I could say I understand, after all, he wasn't the kind to smile often. I remember me, Mary and Harold being quite intimidated by his look when we first saw him…..Willard Plowright, a new student in Lugosi Junior High since 1955.....

Then, almost to voluntarily connect with Navarro's narration. Ulises and Tatiana started talking between them, in their native language, with worried looks.

"A veces no entiendo a este Willard…no sé qué ve mi Felixito en él" Tatiana began.

"Yo tampoco…pero después de todo…siempre hay una buena razón, confío en el criterio de nuestro hijo". Ulises resonated

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In the repairs's basement, Mary was guarding the stairs, using her telepathy in that zone to see if anybody went nearby, meanwhile, Navarro ransacked stocked shelves under Harold and Willard's curious looks.

''Hmmm…I think I put them in a big box if I remember well.'' the ransacker mumbled to himself.

Then, on the bottom shelf, pulling a big box way behind other boxes, he finally got what he was looking for. Harold and Willard moved towards the box while Mary followed them, still in telepath mode.

Into the box were three gadgets: a second soul collector; a strange vacuum; and what seemed to be a brown squared container with a red button on the backside, a lightbulb on top, a pulley on the right side, an antenna and a cannon on the front.

''Hey, I thought we lost that thing!'' Harold said, pointing at the third gadget.

''The morph box? We didn't, I just allowed myself to put some modifications on it.'' Felix informed.

Stopping her telepathy for some time, Mary pointed at the second object: the vacuum in its vibrant colors.

''And what's this? Did you just built it?'' Mary asked.

With a surprising force, Felix Navarro took the vacuum with his two hands, showing it to his friends.

''The VacuumOrmal, damas y caballeros!'' the little inventor introduced. ''A really light vacuum specifically made for capturing ghosts or monsters. You adjust the power according to the type of monster and WOOSH, you contain him in.'' he explained, showing the buttons.

Hand on his chin, with a deceptive tone, Willard cleared his throat.

''And there's no braces to wear it on our back?'' he commented.

''………No.'' Navarro just said avoiding Will's gaze, feeling a little shameful. ''However it's very mobile, watch!''

Showing the wheels and putting it on the ground. A big push from Navarro's foot made the VacuumOrmal move very fast towards the other side of the room.

Crossing his arm, Willard did not seem convinced.

''You take that handy side from your father, admirable! However sometimes I don't get how your mind works….the morph box, seriously?'' Will reviewed.

''Never question my science.'' Felix said, waving his finger, keeping his smile.

Harold moved on the back to take the vacuum by the handle, rolling it with him towards the gang.

''I'll take that vacuum, if I can teleport with it, it'll be very useful!'' Hal proposed.

''Dibs on the morph box!'' Mary said, running to pick the said gadget, excited like a child.

Navarro then took the second soul collector and threw it to Willard, who catched it without hesitation.

''I could manage myself with only my powers you know….but all right, I'll take it!'' Willard scoffed.

''Good, that means we each have one self-defense equipement, I hope you're all ready for the rescue mission, it risks to not be a piece of cake!'' Felix warned, getting serious and putting a light topaz detective coat.

No words were needed for reassuring, everyone nodded.

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Once again, all the 50s PI team parked their car very far away from the fraternity so it could not be associated by the perimeter of cops that started investigating on their side.

Hiding behind bushes, the team were all here. Navarro and Willard each had their soul collector, Mary was holding the morph box and Hal had the vacuum. They all had a backpack on them, for what seemed to be parachutes. Also, Mary wore a green coat superimposed on her dress to have more ease hiding things on herself.

Felix Navarro got a map out of his coat, everyone gathered close to each other, looking at it.

''Alright, if Frederik noted it well…..this is where the nethergate appeared.'' Felix Navarro pointed at an x on the left of the map where a fence and a crossroad were drawn. An arrow pointing right on the right on the sheet was written ''Omega Alpha Pi house''.

''People must have been very dimwitted to not see that nethergate appear in that open space.'' Will insulted.

''Tell me how many times you used negativity right at this precise space then we'll talk about it.'' Mary jested, looking at her jaded friend.

Keeping a long distance from the fraternity where all the cops were present, everyone clinged on Harold so he could teleport himself, his teammates and the gadgets to safe hiding spaces, avoiding any trouble with authorities.

This particular parkour continued until they teleported into a small soccer field, not so far away from behind the fence where the nethergate appeared according to Frederik's hand-drawn map. The Phantom Investigators gazed around the area…..two polices car were parked right in front of the messy area, with two cops in their uniforms of that time looking at it, a man and a woman.

''Rats, why are they here?!'' Will complained quietly.

''Probably investigating the mess the nethergate has caused while it opened.'' Harold deducted.

''Anyhow….if we must open it again, it will not help to have more causalties.'' Mary commented.

''Indeed….we have to find a way to make them go away from here…sugerencias?'' Felix then proposed.

Willard stared at the single circular red beacon that each police car had that was flashing.

''I think I have an idea.'' Will then said.

Leaving his soul collector behind, the lone wolf PI got closer to the area of police cars, but not close enough so the two cops would see him. He used his power reflecting to absorb the light of both beacons and rendered them off. Then, he quickly got away while the two cops noticed the problem.

''Wait, our signal doesn't work!'' said the female cop.

''Weird….I'm gonna check the inside.'' the male cop proposed, getting in his own car.

Checking the whole scene with his friends, Harold was a little doubtful.

''I doubt that trick will make them go away.'' the aforementionned confusingly said.

''No wait….there must be a radio transceiver inside this car…..Mary?!'' Felix looked at her.

''I already see what you mean!'' Mary said, approaching in turn.

Closing her eyes, fingertips on her temples, Mary focused strongly to project her telepathy right into one of the transmitters, the very one that was in front of the cop who was checking the inside of her car. Then, after a few short statics, her voice was heard through the transceiver, it spoke to the policeman.

''Code red, code red, all cops must go to Omega Alpha Pi immediately, important clues found.'' Mary's voice alerted.

Without any questions, the cop then started his car, his comrade went to see him.

''Wait, what are you doing?''

''We all must go to that darned fraternity, I think it has something to do with Inspector Kenneth's disappearance!'' the driver cop alerted.

''But what about that mess here?!'' his coworker argued, showing the small traces of goop and small objects scattered around.

''Probably a prank from some troubled lads, now follow me!'' the cop nonchalently ordered.

While the two members of the force went away in their own cars, the four PIs hurried themselves towards the messy area, gadgets in hand, Harold looked at Mary with admiration while running.

''You're cute when you break the law.'' Daemona's future grandfather complimented at her, with a complicit tone.

''Don't think for one second that will become an habit.'' Mary sassed back with flirty eyes and a smile forming, gazing at Harold.

''Alright, we don't have much time before they come back, so we must open this nethergate qui-''

Navarro didn't even have the time to finish his sentence, everyone noticed that the nethergate slowly opened as they got closer, and the wind got stronger, they then stopped their sprint, speechless.

''But….wait….we didn't even do anything yet!'' Hal dreadfully said.

"Th-th-…the negative energy is THAT strong?!'' Mary questionned, shivering with fear in her voice.

As the wind attraction intensified towards the portal, everyone hold clutch to their weapons.

''Whatever opened that thing, BRACE YOURSELVES!'' Navarro shouted.

While Willard was ready to jump with the action with open arms, the rest of the PIs screamed while being vacuumed into the nethergate……oh sure, they were aware of its contents and witnessed a lot of things in their past cases….

….but it was always another story being directly involved in what was told in the books.

To be continued

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Bonus

Translation of the spanish dialogues

''Oh, hi son. Sorry I didn't see you yet, the television was capting my attention'' The dad excused, pointing at the television.

He then looked at his three companions with a polite smile.

''……I see that you brought your friends.'' Ulisses Navarro remarked, looking at Willard in last.

''Yeah….I was wondering if we could read our books there if you don't mind?'' Navarro asked, showing his horror book.

Looking at his mother, he then got rid of his leather jacket, who was still stained by all the goop despites being melted and taken off.

''Also, mama, could you bring my jacket to clean?'' Felix kindly demanded, handling his jacket to his mom.

''Sure I can.'' Tatiana approved, she took the jacket but looked at the mess with a concerned look. ''But...my words! What kind of game did you play to get it dirty like that?"

''Well, the world is full of surprises.'' Felixito awkwardly excused, scratching his head.

-...-

(...) Ulises wasn't fooled: he was aware of the fraternity's reputation, and the thought of its contents made him grimaced.

"Ergh, to think some people don't have any limit of dignity or decency.'' Navarro's father groaned at his source of disgust.

But he then looked proudly at his son.

''But you're not like them! ….Felix, promise me that when you'll be of age of going to university in two weeks, that you won't go down that same path and think about what we taught you.'' the mustachioed dad said, hand on Felix's shoulder. “Oh dad, don't worry!” his son happily said.

-...-

''Sometimes I can't read this Willard....I truly wonder what my Felixito sees in him.'' Tatiana began

''Me too.....but after all, there's always a good reason, I trust our son's judgement.'' Ulises resonated.

#phantom investigators #fanfiction #fanart #handdrawing #fanfic #butterfly effect #chapter 3 #Daemona Prune #Jericho #Kira Williams #Casey #Felix Navarro #Harold Prune #Mary Beyer #Mary Prune #Willard Plowright

[stayinhellevator]

Golden Ratio

"No one ever said it would be this hard"

Our love was irrational but it was golden. We were so close yet so far. Destined to meet but fated for a doomed love.

Weaved in five intricate threads, on the verge of snapping.

Pairing: Seventeen x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst

Release: TBA

Playlist: The Scientist ~ Corinne Bailey Rae

Divergence

"I know better than to ever call you mine"

Torn between societal expectations and their deep connection, Hansol finds himself unable to forget you, the girl he was supposed to forget after one night and accept his Soulmate, now that he finally found her.

Pairing: Vernon x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Almost Lovers

Release: Released

Playlist: Let's Fall In Love For The Night ~ Finneas

Parallels

"I love you, but not in that way"

Love had found its way into Seokmin's heart, yet a different kind of love, unrequited and unspoken, lingered in yours.

Pairing: DK x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Unrequited Love

Release: TBA

Playlist: Not In That Way ~ Sam Smith

Asymptotes

"We're bound to break and my hands are tied"

By twisted fate, Seungcheol and You began to seek refuge in each other when things started down spiralling and without realising, you fell for each other but it was too late.

Pairing: Scoups x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Forbidden Love

Release: TBA

Playlist: Rewrite The Stars ~ James Arthur, Anne Marie

Intersection

"And now you're just a page torn from the story I'm living"

Mingyu and you find yourselves on crossroads when you learn a groundbreaking truth that makes you question everything you've ever known.

Pairing: Mingyu x fem! Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Heartbreak

Release: TBA

Playlist: Dynasty ~ Miia

Tangents

"I had all and then most of you; some and now none of you"

Dreams turn into nightmares when Wonwoo and you found each other too late.

Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Love Too Late

Release: TBA

Playlist: The Night We Met ~ Lord Huron

A/N: The warnings to each chapter will be provided as I release them but I won't post them here.

I thought a lot about it but I realised I'm more comfortable in writing with a female reader for longer writings. But I'll try to keep as inclusive as possible.

Taglist is open for this one shot Series. Please let me know if you want to be added.

If in the future you find any fault, please let me know. With that I hope we have a good time with this series.

©stayinhellevator: Please don't repost, translate or plagiarise my work.

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Tʜᴇ Bᴏss

"Izzy, please." Mattheo begged his girlfiend - ex-girlfriend - for the hundreth time. They on the other hand didn't want to listen. She listened the other two times, the other two times he betrayed her trust and made her look like a fool. The other two times he made them believe he regretted his actions and really loved her, and she took him back because, fuck those damn eyes of his.

"Leave me alone, you asshole." Izzy cries at him trying to close her bedroom door on him, yet he is stronger. She still tries to close it by putting her entire weight on the door which helps to some parts. Mostly because Mattheo doesn't want to hurt her by being too violent with the door.

"Please, malishka. I'm sorry. Just let me explain." He tries begging again but to no avail.

"Fuck off, I've listened the past two times. Thrid times a charm Mattheo, you're out." They give the door one more big slam with their entire body weight and manage to fully close it, quickly turning the key in the lock to keep their ex-boyfriend outside. Izzy slid down her door and started quietly sobbing while keeping her head buried in her lap.

Silence occured in the dorm, Mattheo must've left. Izzy stays in their position on the floor until her roommate softly knocks on the door. The brunette jumps off the floor and in lightning speed opens the door and falls into her friend's arm. She continues her sobbing while Mary rubs her back with comforting words.

Never again, Mattheo. Izzy tells herself. Never again.

"How's you morning going, boss?"

"Very pleasant, how's yours going, Rick?"

"Pleasant aswell, thank you for asking boss." He swings through the big crowds of his bar, Église, greeting employees and customers on his way.

"Your drink, boss."

"Thank you, Joshua." He opens his office door and gives his employe a quick smile before entring his office. He lets out a big sigh before going to his table, already seeing a big pile of paper work on there. He sits down and buries his face in his hands. So much paperwork yet the hardest assignment is his best worker. The only reason he currently is in France.

“You asshole...” He whispers to himself before lifting his head to look at his computerscreen. He started doing his work, all the things he normally would, meetings, drug deals, papers for his clubs and bars. Everything a mafia boss does. But his mind was not in this room, hell, it wasn’t even in the same building.

All he could think about was that girl, the girl he met at his friend’s apartment today. 

He thought about her eyes and how they shined, her pretty hair and how it draped over her breasts, her lips and how kissbale they looked in that moment, her thighs and how he would hold them while he-

A loud ringing brought him back, he picks up his phone. Leander written in bold letters shines on his phone. The boss lets out a big sigh before picking up.

“Hey, Lee.” He spoke into his phone, trapping it between his ear and shoulder continuing his work.

“Hey, bud. I just wanted to apologize. You were right I wasn’t in the right state of mind, I fell for that girl and completely forgot the importance of the mission. Not only for myself but also for you and your business...I’m sorry, I’ll do my best to stay away...but you saw her...It’s hard not to want her.” He finishes off with a sigh and shaky breath, anxiety clear in his voice. Fear of messing up the big project they, have been working on for many years now.

“It’s okay...As long as you keep the mission as your first priority.” He smirks as he continues his work. Less competition.

“Of course...to avenge my sister is all I need to do now...Thank you for helping me, brother. Without you I wouldn’t have gotten this far, I won’t dissapoint you.”

“Trust me, Lee, you couldn’t.” After saying their goodbyes they hung up. He couldn’t help but smile at Leander’s reaction. How naive, thankfully. It makes his job of getting all the competition out of the way so much easier, less blood shed and less money spent. Those thoughts make his mind drift to that girl again.

Oh, that girl.

She truly has him around her finger, and he barely even knows anything about her. He doesn‘t need to, she‘s his soulmate. She will have to love him be it with or without force, but again why force? Soulmates are meant to love one another unconditionally no matter the situation.

There is a knock on the door, making the boss look at his watch in thought.

8:27 a.m.

Time for the first meeting on the day, after an audible come in the door opens. He stands up extending his hand for a firm, polite hand shake. As he sits down, talking with his colleague, he notices his name tag on his table wasn’t turned correctly. He takes the little metal piece and turns it around revealing his name to the person sitting in front of him.

Niko Sterling.

#ADR #maewiwrites