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oneshotnewbie · 3 days

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hi, I hope you're well! I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to write a Carol Peletier x child or teen!reader where she's super overprotective of reader because reader reminds her so much of Sophia and doesn't want to lose reader who is like a daughter to her like she lost Sophia? ty! -🍄

Authors note: Reader is approximately Sophia's age when she disappeared. So around 11-13 years old, at least that's how I imagined it. Hope you like it, little mushroom ♥

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Carol Peletier stood on night watch at the edge of the camp, her eyes piercing the dense treetops as her mind sank into memories of days gone by. The loss of her daughter Sophia a few years ago had scarred her; her heart was broken by the turmoil of the entire apocalypse. But on this day an unexpected encounter would take a positive turn in her life.

A group of new survivors approached the gates of Alexandria slowly and with hunger. Among them was a young person whose appearance immediately caught Carol's attention. With disheveled hair and a torn sweater, your figure appeared fragile and insecure in the group of older people. There was something in your gaze that made the gray-haired woman pause.

When you newcomers entered the society, an atmosphere of uncertainty and mistrust surrounded you. But Carol was already determined to stand by you and give you a new, better life. She recognized in you something of Sophia, her beloved but departed daughter. It wasn't just your looks, but also the innocent and shy way you moved and spoke that made Carol remember.

"What is your name, my child?" Carol asked softly as she approached you. The other survivors looked on suspiciously, but Carol didn't let that stop her. “Y/n,” you replied quietly, your gaze full of fear, the terror reflecting in your eyes.

Carol felt a pang in her heart and she knew immediately that she would do anything to protect you, just as she would have done for her own daughter. She smiled comfortingly and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, immediately feeling the connection between the two of you. "Welcome to Alexandria, Y/n. You're safe here," she assured you, averting the gaze of the other survivors.

In the days and week that followed, Carol watched you carefully. She helped you navigate in the community, gave you advice, and stood by you when you were shunned or teased by other younger survivors. The gray-haired woman recognized in you not only the vulnerability of a child in this harsh world, but also an incredible strength and will to survive behind the shy facade.

You slowly began to crawl out of your shell, fueled by Carol's care and support. You began to settle into the community and even made a few friends like Judith among the other survivors.

But you remained special to Carol. You were a second chance for her, a chance to right the wrongs of the past and replace a lost daughter. Every day she fought to keep you safe, because in your eyes she still saw the innocent face of her beloved Sophia.

And so she watched over you with dogged determination, ready to fight anyone who even tried to harm you.

Over the weeks, the atmosphere in Alexandria became significantly more tense as news of Alpha's threat spread. The residents were alarmed when they heard that the feared leader of the Whisperers was nearby with her community and was personally threatening to attack the community and especially the new addition if she didn't get what she demanded. Carol felt the fear in the air and the worry in her heart, but also the determination to protect her group, which had long been a close family to her.

Her thoughts immediately went to you. You had now become an integral part of Carol's life, like a daughter, and the worry for you burned in her heart like a blazing flame while the very idea made her throat tight. She couldn't imagine losing you like she had once lost her own daughter.

When she heard that Alpha and her followers were approaching, Carol prepared to do everything she could to defend her community, and especially you. She knew she couldn't let anyone hurt you or the other residents. Especially not Alpha, whose hatred towards the gray-haired woman was particularly severe.

The tension reached its peak when the Whisperers finally appeared at the gates of Alexandria. Carol stood ready on the tower, clutching her bow tightly, her eyes blazing with pure hatred and anger. The menacing figure in her leather mask stepped forward and fixed Carol with a cold and unyielding gaze, ignoring the others in the group, before her gaze shifted to you, who was standing behind Carol, trying to hide.

"My child, why are you trying to hide? Come out and show your pretty face," Alpha began, cutting through the silence with a voice as sharp as steel. Carol felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized her only interest was in you. As you stepped forward and grabbed her forearm, you sought her proximity to bind your fear while you showed yourself to Alpha. "You don't get to talk to her, do you understand me? Y/n is part of our community and I won't hand her over to you."

The tension hung over Alexandria like a heavy veil and the residents stood in silence behind the gates as they waited for the inevitable. "She has such a beautiful, young face. And I want it."

Carol's eyes darted down to you for a brief moment before she bit her lip hard, the metallic taste spreading in her mouth. "She will be the first to die if we attack," Alpha spoke and a feeling of terror gripped Carol. She promised herself that nothing would happen to you. Not after everything she'd been through. She knew she had to fight to protect you now. Even if it meant going against Alpha and the rest of the Whisperers.

"You don't dare harm a single hair on her head." replied the gray-haired one in a firm and determined voice, her eyes sparkling in a dark hue. She couldn't allow herself to act without thinking and put you in danger. "I will protect her, no matter what the cost."

You looked at Carol with wide eyes. You were scared, but you trusted her enough to know she was doing the right thing. Meanwhile, Alpha laughed darkly and took a step closer to the gate, her eyes still glued to you. "You think you can protect her? You're just as weak as the others in this community."

Carol felt anger seeping into every fiber of her being, but she forced herself to remain calm. She had to keep a calm mind if she wanted to protect you, and her love drove her to calm her racing heart. She signaled you with a nudge of her head to step back behind her and you did as you were told while she remained steadfast in her position like a lioness.

"You may think I'm weak, but I'll do anything to protect her." Carol declared firmly. Alpha laughed scornfully, but the grey-haired woman could see the uncertainty in her eyes. "You will see how weak you are when the time comes. But until then we will retreat. But remember, the clock is ticking for your little protege."

With these words, Alpha turned and disappeared into the darkness with her company. Carol took a deep breath, her hands shaking with tension as she sank to her knees and pulled you into a tight hug. She knew the fight for survival had only just begun. But she would do anything to make sure you survived. "Are you okay, my love?"

You nodded and she began to smile, although her eyes were still shining with worry. "As long as I'm here, I'll make sure you're safe. You're like a daughter to me, and I won't ever let you down." She knew you were safe, at least for now. But Carol also knew that the fight for survival was far from over. And she would fight until her last breath to protect you.

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oneshotnewbie · 5 days

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Carina is afraid of Reader getting hurt (she is a police officer) and maybe, just maybe, they get hurt? You don't have to if you don't want to!!

Authors note: This story has been sitting in my finished documents for about two years haha. So maybe it's not all that well written

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Working undercover was exhausting, if not draining. You were aware of it both physically and mentally, yet you accepted the job. Accepted it in hope that, like every order, it would pass quickly. You had been investigating undercover in a drug gang for several weeks now. Barely exchanged a word with your wife for endless days to protect her from the cunning mastermind of the gang. Sporadically, there was a short on-minute-conversation at a phone booth here and there, but it was not enough. On both sides.

Carina was worried sick; she only got fleeting answers from your lieutenant on how you were doing. She was so concerned for your life that the brunette even fell ill and had to be hospitalized. When you found out, you wanted to break your cover and risk your life just so you could see her. But she managed to stop you, promising she would take care of herself until you were back home.

You missed everything about the cozy apartment you shared with her. The scent, your bed. Even the smell of cheese that had spread throughout the kitchen. But mostly the closeness of your girlfriend and the warmth that reached you every time you had a hard day at work. All of that you had to exchange for a cold, sparsely furnished one-room apartment outside of the city.

With each passing day it became harder to maintain the disguise. Everything got on your last nerves and ripped you apart. On the very first day, you wished that you could leave work and go back to your family but it had taken you a long time to earn the trust of the drug lord, Joaquín González, before he gave you permission to do big jobs. You were basically his second hand and knew everything about his business.

Even so, you still had to wait to snag all of his followers. At least until this evening where the cruical deal would go through. If everything went smoothly, you could go back to your old life tomorrow. Back to your family. The day passed faster than you could have imagined and it slowly started to get dark. The pink tone of the setting sun gave you a feeling of security and freedom- a feeling you had not had in a long time and made you believe that everything would turn out the way you wished for.

Slowly, you sat down on the chair you had prepared and waited out the last hours before your assignment while you looked through the small window. The landscape was swallowed up in a deep darkness, so completely dark that you felt the cold and hatefulness filling up your heart. Without the feeling, you could not think straight in the violent drug clan. This feeling had changed you, you felt it deep inside. That freezing cold surrounded you and gave you the courage to do any assignment without hesitation so you would not experience pain. But you still hoped to shed that mask once you were safe in the arms of your beloved Italian.

The mask had so often saved you from a mental collapse on missions, that you might not want to take it off as protection for further police operations and it shocked you deeply, that you even believed in wanting to keep it. After each undercover assignment, Carina was always able to give you the feeling of security, and the conscience that everything would be fine again. But you were not sure if she could still save you from what ate away your soul this time.

Of course you knew that she would do everything in her power to get your old self back- Carina had managed it all the time. The brunette would take care of you, spoil you like your life was more important than hers. This time was different. You had been separated from your old life for far too long to make up for with a few days of utmost nurturing.

A small tear, which you quickly wiped away, rolled down your face. You were not allowed to cry, you had to blame yourself for your fate and now you had to face the consequences.

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"Where is she? Where is Y/n?" yelled a rough and worried voice at a nurse of the emergency room and you could immediately assign it to Carina. Frantically, she made her way to search between the occupied beds for the woman for whom she was the emergency contacts. „Deluca, calm down. She is here, I will lead you to her"

To her ears, the spoken sentence of Owen Hunt sounded like a war. Knowing the seriousness of the situation, she felt nothing but pure fear. Worries enveloped the woman and she could not imagine finding you badly injured somewhere in the emergency room and realizing that you were hovering between life and death.

The brunette swallowed hard. She missed you so much and just wanted to back healthily. Quietly, she trotted behind the head of trauma surgery, very carefully and slowly, until she came to a stop in front of a curtained bed. There, she already heard your pain-distorted grumbling while stilling in her movement.

Carina had never forgotten how your voice sounded, longed for it every single minute of the day. And now, hearing it without the hum of the phones terminating line, her heart was racing like the first time she had met you. She was only centimeters away from you, as close as she had not been for a long time. "It hurts like hell!"

"I wanted to give you a pain hemmer but you refused," she heard the soft chuckle of Miranda Bailey and a stone rolled from her heavy heart. You were not badly injured, at least not bad enough to be concerned for your life. "Now live with it"

As the brunette doctor moved the curtain with a firm grip to gain access to you, she looked down at you with glassy eyes. Your clothes and face were spattered with dirt and blood, your jeans cut down on one leg to the thigh. Her eyes widened to the bulled hole in your femur, blood still dripping slightly through the stitches already in place.

"Bella, what happened? Stai bene?" (Are you alright?) her voice trembled and was overwhelmed by choked tears. She sneaked through the narrow space between bed and curtain and knelt down next to it. Her warm hand softly cupped your cold one, that was gripping the bed sheets, and squeezed it tightly.

"The deal was overrun by my colleagues. The shooting was in full swing and some were trying to escape. I wanted to help another police officer and I caught a ricochet myself. It is half as bad, it was a straight through shot"

Disorted in pain, your body tensed up briefly before relaxing shortly after; abruptly pinching the hand of your wife before your eyes turned back to her. Deeply, her fawn eyes stared at you, some pitiful tears welling up from them before they closed. "For a brief moment I thought I lost you, mi amor"

Thinking lines appeared on her face and you swallowed impercepitibly. You knew her mind was working through every negative scenario she had ever saw in movies. A faint smile appeared on your face and you broke away from her before you put your hand under her chin and tenderly pulled her to you. "Carina, look at me"

The addressed opened her eyes slightly, pure was immediately recognizable. A tear rolled down the Italian´s face and she grabbed your midsection to cross the last empty space between you. "You did not lost me. I am still here"

Gentle kisses spread across her ruddy cheeks, forehead and nose; trying to catch her bitter tears. You hated when she cried. But you hated yourself even more for causing those sadness upon her. Such a great woman like Carina did not deserve to be in a constant state of fear and you were more than sorry. It broke your heart and shattered it into pieces.

"You won't do me another mission like this. Mai più, capito?" (Never again, understand?) she said insistently. Her arms broke free from you and crossed over her crumpled pink scrubs, expertly starting to pout. "Se lo fai di nuovo, ti uccido io stesso" (If you do it again, I'll kill you personally)

That it was your last police operations for the time being, which you would do in the next few weeks, was more than clear to you. But you did not care. The most important thing you had to worry about now was your wife, whom you had neglected for weeks, and your health.

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oneshotnewbie · 8 days

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hi!! i was wondering if i could request an addison x reader fic where the reader’s on her period and feels really crappy while on a shift, and then addison takes her home or something? just a fluffy and comforty fic ^^ a oneshot would be awesome but i’m happy with a drabble/hcs if that’s easier!

i hope you’re having a nice day/night 🫶

Authors note: Since I have a lot to do at the moment and I'm not feeling well physically, I sometimes don't get to post and especially not write. So forgive me for the lack of posted stories 🙏

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You walked through the entrance of the busy doctor's office that you and your colleagues had built with so much dedication and professionalism. As one of the outstanding doctors in this well-coordinated team of medical professionals, you were used to starting each morning with an aura of serenity that calmed your colleagues and patients alike. But there was an unusual tension in the air that day.

The office was buzzing with activity, the phone lines humming in a constant crescendo as the waiting room expanded into a sea of impatient patients, crammed in anticipation of their appointments.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you made your way with persistent steps down the busy hallway, past Naomi and Cooper as they scurried from room to room in a frantic ballet. As a highly respected doctor, whose dedication and commitment were widely known, you were usually able to handle even the most difficult situations with a calm composure. But even you couldn't deny the pressure of this particularly hectic day, settling like an invisible weight on your shoulders.

As you took your steps further to your office, a sharp pain shot through your abdomen, causing deep wrinkles on your forehead as you looked around in confusion. At first you tried to ignore the unpleasant feeling, but as the pain increased in intensity and your eyes fell on your stomach, you could no longer deny the unpleasant truth. An unexpectedly heavy menstrual flow made its way unwaveringly through your body, and you felt the unpleasant air of reality slowly settling over you.

A rush of panic shot through you as you realized that in the middle of this hectic day you were dealing with pain. Despite the mounting pressure, you forced yourself to remain outwardly calm, fighting to suppress the pain as you continued to rush towards your office, determined to fulfill your duties even if it meant neglecting your own discomfort.

You finally reached your office and closed the door gently behind you, longing for a moment of privacy. Another stab shot through your insides, more intense than before. You gritted your teeth, suppressed a rising sound of pain, and forced yourself to concentrate. You couldn't allow yourself to be weak today - you knew that all too well.

With shaky hands, you reached for a bottle of water and some painkillers that you pulled out of your desk drawer. The pills slid heavily over your tongue before you swallowed them, and you sat back, already exhausted so early in the morning, staring at the cool glass as you waited for the medicine to take effect.

In that moment, you realized that this day was not only a test of your medical skills, but also a challenge to your own strength and endurance. As you focused on the cathartic feeling of pain relief, you vowed to get through this day, no matter the cost. No matter how overwhelming the demands, you knew deep down that you were a doctor - a doctor used to facing life's stormy waves with determination and courage. And today you wouldn't do anything else.

You withstood the pain with a brave fighting spirit as you walked through the hallways of the office. A forced smile graced your lips as you greeted your patients, and you made an effort to ease their worries and suffering as you examined them.

But despite your best efforts to concentrate on your tasks, the pain was making it increasingly difficult. Every step felt like a knife was piercing your muscles, and every fibre of your body was shot through with a stabbing pain.

With iron willpower, you forced yourself to compose yourself as you rushed from room to room tending to your patients and using your medical expertise to bring them relief. But the harder you tried, the more inescapable the challenge of overcoming the pain became.

Your hands began to shake as you tried to insert a needle, and your mind felt like it was shrouded in an impenetrable fog. Despite your tireless efforts and unwavering determination, you felt your concentration slipping and your ability to make clear decisions fading.

When you finally returned to your office, you were gasping for breath and your body was covered in sweat. You sank into the chair with a muffled sigh, trying to regain your composure as you fought the sharp pain in your abdomen. The painkillers had no effect.

With each passing moment the pain seemed to increase in intensity and you couldn't help but wonder how much longer you could muster the strength to stand firm.

As you retreated to your office, Addison Montgomery, one of your closest colleagues and best friend, noticed that something was wrong with you. Concern was reflected on her face as she watched you go on with your day, obviously in pain.

Addison didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately made her way to you. She reached the office just in time to stop you from leaving, pushing you back with gentle firmness. "Y/n, are you okay?" the redhead asked worriedly, her arms on her hips as she looked at you carefully.

A timid smile tried to form on your lips, but the pain in your eyes betrayed your torment. "It's nothing, Addy. Just my period, it'll be okay."

Addison shook her head firmly. "This doesn't look like 'just a bit of pain'. You look like you're going to collapse at any given moment. You need to take a break and lie down. I can see how much you're suffering." Her words were full of concern and determination as she looked at you firmly, ready to stand by you no matter what it took.

Another sharp pain shot through your body and you forced yourself to press your lips together to keep yourself from groaning in pain. It was as if your body was constantly telling you that a break was urgently needed, that you couldn't ignore your own needs any longer.

“Please, sweetheart,” Addison pleaded, her voice full of concern and compassion. "You're an outstanding doctor, but even doctors need help sometimes. Let me help you."

You hesitantly raised your gaze and met her eyes, in which you could read both uncertainty and care. You didn't want to neglect your duties, you didn't want to abandon your patients, but the thought of a much-needed rest was irresistible and you finally gave in, giving a weak nod of agreement. "Alright, Addy. I'm going to rest."

A relieved smile spread across her face as she helped you to your feet. Together you left the office and went to one of the unused examination rooms, which was secluded and offered more privacy to give you the rest and relaxation you so desperately needed.

As you lay down on the soft lounger and slowly closed your eyes, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. The tension in your muscles eased and you were finally able to get some rest that you so desperately needed.

Addison stayed by your side for a moment, lovingly handed you a blanket and sat down on a chair next to the lounger. Her hand rested reassuringly on yours, a warm smile playing on her lips. “Rest, y/n,” she whispered softly. "I'll be outside if you need me. You don't have to go through everything alone."

In that moment, surrounded by your colleague's loving care and kindness, you finally allowed yourself to let go and relax.

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While you were resting on the lounger, the doctor's office did not remain idle. Addison and the other colleagues worked hand in hand to share the burden of patient care and ensure that each of your patients also received the best possible care.

Addison took on much of your responsibility and led the team with quiet determination. She coordinated scheduling, carefully reviewed patient records, and ensured all medical requests were addressed promptly. Her professionalism and commitment were evident, and she worked tirelessly to ensure that the practice ran smoothly, even in your absence.

The atmosphere in the practice was one of a sense of collaboration and mutual respect as the team strived to overcome the day's challenges together. Everyone did their part to keep things running and despite the unexpected circumstances, they managed to keep everything running smoothly and ensure that patients continued to receive the best possible care.

Despite her best efforts, Addison couldn't stop worrying about you. When she saw you come out of the exam room to continue your work an hour later, she immediately knew from the color of your face that you weren't feeling any better.

“Y/n, I see you’re still not feeling well,” Addison said worriedly, stepping closer to you, her cool hand gently touching your cheek. "I really think it would be best if I took you home. You desperately need some rest and relaxation to fully recover."

You wanted to protest, but you knew she was right. You hesitated for a moment, but then nodded slowly. The exhaustion in your own body was obvious, and you knew you couldn't ignore it any longer. You needed your colleague’s support. “Thank you, Addison,” you said quietly, reaching for her hand. "I think that's a good idea. I can really use your help."

A reassuring smile crossed Addison's lips as she squeezed your hand and helped you to your feet again. She put an arm around your shoulders and led you out of the office. "Of course, y/n. I'll make sure you get home safely." Her words were full of compassion and determination as she reached out to support you during this difficult time.

You left the practice together and made your way to your apartment. You didn't talk much on the way, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. Addison was just grateful that she could be there for you when you needed her. You leaned exhaustedly against the window pane and let your gaze wander outside while the redhead concentrated on the street in front of her.

When you finally got to your apartment, Addison helped you out of the car and walked you to the door. She stopped and looked at you seriously. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need,” she assured you. "And if you need anything, I'm just a phone call away."

You smiled gratefully and hugged her tightly. "Thanks, Addy. You really are a great friend. I really appreciate your help." Addison returned the hug and squeezed you gently. "Take care of yourself, y/n. Rest and recover. I'll check on you after closing time and call every now and then to make sure you're okay."

With one last smile, Addison opened the door to your apartment and let you in. She waited patiently until you were safely inside before turning around and slowly walking back to the car.

As she drove back to the office, Addison thought about how important it was to be there for each other and support each other, especially during difficult times. She knew that she would be there for you as long as you needed her, just like you had always been there for her.

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oneshotnewbie · 8 days

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Question about rabbit hole, how long has the reader been at svu?

The story is supposed to take place somewhere in the 7-8 season only that I included Kat, took Cragen out and replaced Olivia with the Captain.

Alex Cabot is gone at the beginning of the fifth season, the reader should perhaps have already worked in the Special Victims Unit for 4-5 years and should have already known Alex Cabot for one or two years 😊

#anon #asks #answered asks #answered

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oneshotnewbie · 8 days

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do you write for modern family or shameless 🫶

No, I'm sorry. Unfortunately not

#anon #asks #answered asks #answered

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oneshotnewbie · 12 days

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I need more of Rabbit Hole please please please 🙏 🙏 🙏

Authors note: Your wish shall be my command. I hope you like the little twist, I don't know what came over me 😂

Olivia Benson stood in your empty hospital room and let her gaze wander around it. The silence was deafening as she tried to find any clue that could help her find you and bring you back to her. She knew she had no time to waste - you were in far too much danger, and it was her duty as a captain and your friend to save you.

With a determined look, Olivia began to systematically search the room. She opened drawers, checked closets, and inspected every inch of the room, looking for anything that might give her clues to your whereabouts. But the more she searched, the more it became clear to her that this escape couldn't have just happened spontaneously.

There were no signs that you had acted alone. The way you left the hospital without telling her suggested that you must have had help leaving. But who would be interested in supporting you? Who would have a motive to hide you from Olivia, the other team members and investigators?

Olivia sighed in frustration as she asked herself these questions. It was obvious that she needed more information to solve these mysteries. But where should she start? Who could help her shed light on the darkness other than her and Elliot's team?

Suddenly her eyes fell on the pillow, which had something sticking out of its cover and zipper that didn't seem to belong there. Heart pounding, Olivia walked up to it and pulled it out. The finely folded, yellow note was opened and a handwritten message was discovered that immediately caught her eye. Below there was an unknown number.

"They'll never find you. Trust me, I know how to disappear. - A friend,"

A friend? Who could that be? Olivia looked at the message skeptically. There were few people you would consider a friend, and none of them seemed to have a motive to hide you from the police. From her own team. From Olivia. It had to be someone else, someone Olivia didn't know or underestimated.

She suddenly realized that she couldn't limit her search to just the obvious suspects. There was someone out there who helped you go into hiding, and she had to find out who it was in order to take you into custody and protect you on her own.

With a firm resolve in her heart and a hint of anger, she put the note in her pocket and left the hospital room. Her mind was spinning wildly as she wondered who could be behind your escape. But one thing was certain: she would not allow someone for whom she had deep feelings and sought protection to fall into the hands of a violent persecutor once more and the news had given her a new perspective, even though she knew that alone wasn't enough to find out the truth. With quick steps she made her way to her car that would bring her back to the precinct, where she could retreat in her office to think about her next steps.

On the way, she took out her cell phone and dialed her sergeant's number, her long-time partner and friend. He was an experienced detective. He was the best when it came to helping her, and now she needed it more than ever. The phone rang twice before Finn answered.

"Finn, I need you," Olivia said without further ado. "Y/n escaped from the hospital and I believe she got help. Request all the video recordings from the last week, especially the ward where y/n was in and the entrance, and go through them with Kat,“

"Of course, Liv, I'm on my way to speak to her doctors and nursing staff." he answered immediately and Olivia could hear the promise in his voice, but she also knew that Finn knew how serious the situation was regarding of you.

"Keep me updated if you discover anything new. I'm heading back to the precinct." With those words she hung up and continued on her way, her thoughts swirling around the message and the phone number on the note. Who was this "friend" who helped you escape? And why? The answers to these questions would be the key to finding you and protecting you from further harm.

When she reached her office, Olivia closed the door behind her and took a moment to breathe in deeply while collecting her thoughts. Then she sat down at her desk, starting to spread the piece of paper out in front of her and studied the note, hoping to find anything in the handwriting that might help her identify the mysterious friend. There had to be someone close to you, someone who knew how to hide and who had an interest in protecting you.

But the answers seemed to slip through her fingers. She couldn't make a connection between you and any suspect who would have had a motive to hide you. It was frustrating and discouraging, but Olivia didn't let it stop her.

As her thoughts wandered, her eyes fell on a photo that was on her desk. It was a picture of you and her, taken at the brunettes police graduation a few months prior. Olivia stared at the picture and a thoughts flashed through her mind.

"No this can not be." She whispered, but the thought didn't leave her. It was unlikely, but not impossible. What if you were helped to escape because you knew someone who was a police officer or another detective? Someone who had access to sensitive information and various ways to disappear?

Olivia shook her head to dispel the ridiculous idea. It couldn't be someone from her own ranks. But the thought wouldn't let her go. She had to find out if there was a connection between you and a police officer. If there was probably even someone on the hospital video footage. It was a risky hypothesis, but she felt like she was on the right track.

With a sigh, she stood up and prepared to continue her search for answers, walking back outside to task Amanda with tracking the number on the piece of paper and your phone, finding out who it belonged to and where you were. Olivia wouldn't rest until you were back with her, and she wouldn't let anyone stop her. It was a vow of revenge, and she would keep it, no matter the cost.

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You stumbled through the crowded city streets, your heart pounding wildly in your chest while every step was accompanied by a sharp pain that emanated from your side, where the deep but already stitched wound had become infected after the procedure. You were breathing heavily, your lungs burning with exertion and pain. Your steps were hurried and uncoordinated as you tried to orient yourself and find a safe place. The people of the city whirled past you, the sound of the crowd ringing in your ears. But despite the hustle and bustle around you, you felt lonely, lost and afraid.

With every step you took, the fear inside you grew. You were alone, hurt, and on the run from a man who would stop at nothing to find you. Every movement and push made you flinch as you tried to hide from your ex-husband's eyes.

The streets of Manhattan were a maze of alleys and deserted squares, and you felt like a rat in a trap. You didn't know where to go. Your head was spinning with fear and panic, and you forced yourself to stay calm even though your mind was wandering.

Suddenly a thought flashed into your mind - the note with the number that a nurse at the hospital had passed to you from someone who could help you. With shaking hands, you fumbled for your gym bag and searched for your cell phone, which you had turned off to avoid being located.

"They'll never find you. Trust me, I know how to disappear. - A friend," you went over the sentence you had memorized for the hundred time this week. A friend. The words seemed like a last ray of hope in the darkness, a spark of hope in the midst of despair. You didn't know who this friend was, but you knew you had to trust them if you wanted to survive.

With your heart pounding, you typed in your cell phone password and typed a message to the number. Your fingers trembled and flew over the keys as you made your request, desperate. "I need your help. Where should I go?"

Meanwhile, you had leaned against a wall, away from the world, to take a short break. Heavy and fast footsteps echoed behind you and you turned around in shock, anxiously waiting for an answer. Your heart was beating so loud you thought it would jump out of your ears. But it was just an older man running past without noticing you. You breathed a sigh of relief, but the fear didn't go away. You didn't feel safe.

It didn't take long for an answer to come. A simple instruction, concise and precise. "Come to the old pizzeria at the harbor in an hour. We'll pick you up there. But throw away your cell phone before you come. We can't be found."

You swallowed hard as you read the message. It was a risky move, but you had no choice. You had to trust this person if you wanted to have any chance of not being found by your ex-husband or dying from the infection that was spreading through your body.

With a determined nod, you threw the phone into the nearby restaurant bin and forced your tired and shaky legs to walk towards the harbor, a bone-chilling pain coursing through your body as you tripped over an objext lying around, and you gritted your teeth to keep from screaming. The streets were still crowded and seemed to stretch on forever. You saw a potential danger in every person and fear was on your mind, but you knew that you had no time for doubts now.

With one last desperate look over your shoulder, you placed the hood of your hoodie over your head and continued on your way, willing to pay any price to save yourself. You didn't know what the future would hold, but you knew you would fight until your last breath.

Forty-five minutes later you arrived at the designated location at the harbor, your heart racing with excitement and fear. With shaking hands, you pushed against the heavy doors of the restaurant, which slowly opened with a creaking sound, the metal handle feeling cold in your warm, sweaty hands as your view slid freely onto the inner workings of the pizzeria. Here you should meet the person you know.

A rush of smells greeted you as you slowly stepped over the threshold - the sweet smell of spices, the savory smell of grilled meat and the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It smelled of hunger and thirst, of life and movement.

You looked around, your eyes slowly adjusting to the yellowish and strong light as you searched for the familiar figure you were supposed to meet here. But the restaurant was full of strange faces crowding the narrow aisles and sitting at the tables, and you couldn't make out the person you were expecting.

Even the slight forward movement as you fought your way through the maze, searching for a familiar face had unleashed a shockwave of blinding, feverish pain that lanced upward. The source of the fire, on the left, above the hip, under the costal arch. You looked down at yourself for a moment, running your shaky fingers over the area where you could now feel a bulge. The bump under your sweater was covered with a bandage, but you knew you needed enough painkillers and antibiotics as soon as possible. Frantically, you searched for a familiar face, but the more you searched, the more you feared that you were wrong, that no one was here to help you. A trap.

But as you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder and you spun around with care, never in a million years could you have thought that you would run into this exact person. A shiver ran down your spine as the realization hit you.

“Alex,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. Alexandra Cabot, the former prosecutor, the person who worked with the SVU for many years before she disappeared herself, was here to help you. It was a surprising revelation that almost took your breath away.

The blonde nodded, her face marked with happiness. She took a step closer to you, her eyes full of compassion. "Yes, yes. It's me," she said softly, her voice firm and soothing, her lips warm and inviting in a smile of relief while your eyes widened in surprise and realization.

You were speechless with astonishment. "We have to act quickly. Come, I will take you to a safe place where you can also be provided with the necessary emergency medicine."

You nodded silently, your throat dry with relief and gratitude. You couldn't believe was here to help you. After all the years she was in hiding and she was considered dead, you never thought you would ever see her again.

“How did you know-” you asked, taking a deep breath, blocking out the pain. You felt her eyes on you as you got into a dark SUV, which got driven by one of her protectors. "It was all over the news. The critical condition of a detective with your photo, that it was your ex-husband's fault, the injuries you sustained as a result. The police tried to keep most of it secret to protect your privacy, but some things were still leaked and I didn't know what else to do.“

You nodded again, a feeling of relief washing over you. You knew the road ahead would be long and difficult while your team did everything possible to find your ex-husband and you could finally return to Olivia. But until then, you were safe by Alex's side and Olivia was safer with you gone.

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oneshotnewbie · 15 days

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I'm obsessed w you 🌟

With my stories or with me? If it's supposed to be the second.. should I be concerned about your health? 🤣😅

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oneshotnewbie · 15 days

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I love your work but I’m caught up to date on everything!! Tehe

Any other fanfic writers you enjoy/recommend!?

Are you really done with all my stories? Holy crap, respect to you, nonnie!

I don't read much fanfiction anymore because I'm busy with stories myself, but if I want to read a few, I read those from: - @toogay2besaved just started, has only one fic but she is really good and she always sends me snippets of her work BUT NEVER ACTUALLY FINISHES THEM SO I CAN READ MORE! (if you read this- I hope you take that as a motivation and a tiny little bit of a menace haha🤍) - @tvseries-writings - @storiesofsvu - @upat4amwiththemoon

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oneshotnewbie · 17 days

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Can I slip into your dm's and get to know you by any chance? I've been following your account since you posted the first SVU fics, and I think you have a great personality. Until today I was really too shy to message you and now I ask before I do something that you might now like. I would really like to get to know you a lot better 😌

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Aww, you don't have to be shy texting me. I do not bite. You are welcome to text me, I am open to meeting new people 😊

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oneshotnewbie · 17 days

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B!D's stomach pain comes back?, but this time it ends up being an ulcer. Kara comes back from patrol to hear her crying in pain in her room, and goes to comfort/hold her while she's in pain until that morning when they go to the ER?

Authors note: This request is so old and probably came in when I published the "Stomach Inflammation" series. I'm so sorry it's only coming now. I totally missed it!

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Night fell over National City as Supergirl returned from her patrol. The wind carried the scent of smoke and despair as she flew over the rooftops of the city. Her red cape fluttered in the wind as she listened to the sounds of National City with her ears pricked.

But in the midst of this nightly chaos that plagued the National City, she heard a sound that immediately stopped her in her tracks. A quiet sob, muffled and desperate, came from one of the windows below her. Supergirl hovered indecisively for a moment before deciding to investigate the source of that sound of distress.

With a quick push of her powerful legs, she landed on the roof of a building that included your apartment. Her super ears could now clearly hear the faint cries of pain, and her heart clenched at the sound. You needed her help.

Without hesitation, she floated down to the front door and walked silently up to your apartment. It was dimly lit by the moonlight, and she could hear the soft whimpers coming from your bedroom before she silently walked into your bedroom and spotted your figure on the bed, seemingly in pain.

“Y/n?” Kara whispered softly as she slowly approached. Her super eyes immediately took in the scene: you were curled up on the bed, hands clutched tightly around your stomach, tears streaming down your face. You raised your head and looked at your sister with tear-filled eyes. "Kara," you sob. "It hurts so much. I don't know what's wrong."

Her heart ached at the sight of you in such agony. She had seen you struggle with stomach problems often enough, but she had never seen you so desperate. “Oh, my sweet girl,” Kara murmured, sinking onto the bed next to you. She gently placed a hand on your shoulder and felt your body tremble under her touch. "It'll be okay, I promise you."

But deep down the blonde knew that she couldn't keep that promise. Because she knew that your stomach pain wasn't a simple case of stomach problems. They were a symptom of something much more serious.

Kara hugged you tightly as you clung to her as if you were holding on to the last shred of hope. But in that moment, Supergirl knew she was facing a new challenge. A challenge stronger than anything they had ever experienced before.

The night had long since reached its climax when you and Kara were still sitting in your room. The silence was only broken by the muffled cries of pain from you as you writhed on the bed, trying to endure the excruciating pain. Kara sat next to you, one hand gently on your back as she tried to provide comfort as best she could.

“It will pass soon, y/n.” She whispered reassuringly, even though she knew her words could provide little relief. "I'm here with you. You're not alone."

You squeezed your eyes shut and clenched your fists in pain. Every breath was a challenge, and you desperately fought the tears that stung your eyes. "Why is this happening to me?" you whimpered quietly, your voice barely more than a breath.

Kara swallowed hard as she pulled you closer and hugged you tightly. “Sometimes things happen that we can’t control,” she replied quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "But you're strong. You've gotten through this before, and you'll get through this time too."

You leaned heavily against your sister, your cheeks wet with tears. The pain continued to pulse through your body, but in that moment you felt a little less alone. Kara was with you and that gave you strength to keep fighting.

The minutes passed slowly, each second filled with the agony of you and the silent support of Kara. The first gentle rays of the sun broke through the curtains and bathed the bedroom in a soft and calming light. You were still lying on the bed, your eyelids fluttering as you slowly woke up. A dull ache still pulsed in your stomach, and you sighed softly.

Kara was still sitting on your bed, her back leaning against the headboard, her gaze resting lovingly on you. The tension of the past few hours still weighed heavily on her shoulders, but in that moment she also felt a deep gratitude that she was able to stand by you when you needed her most.

But before you even got to sit up, you felt a firm grip on your shoulder, gently pushing you back onto the bed. Kara was next to you, a worried look on her face. "Slowly, y/n," Kara spoke softly, stroking your forehead. "You do not have to hurry."

You nodded weakly and fell back into the pillow. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice gentle like a hug. You sighed and tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through your stomach, forcing you back into bed. “Not too good at the moment,” you mumbled, forcing a weak smile. "But thanks for being with me, Kar. You really helped me.“

She stood up and adjusted herself correctly so her head was close to yours before wrapping an arm around you. "That's what sisters do, y/n. We stand up for each other no matter what."

You smiled tiredly and nodded, grateful for the unwavering support from her. But despite the apparent calm, you both knew that you couldn't just carry on as before. You needed medical attention, and quickly.

Determined, Kara stood up and reached for her phone, her expression serious as she looked at you. "I'll call Lena and hope she'll help me make an appointment for you at the hospital. It's important that you get checked out."

You nodded in agreement while your sister arranged the phone call. The idea of going back to the hospital scared you, but you also knew it was the right step to figure out what was wrong with your body this time.

When you finally entered the hospital, you felt uncertain and afraid. However, Kara stood firmly at your side, her hand firmly in yours, giving you the strength you needed to take the next step. The doctors welcomed you together with nurses who immediately began to examine you. Hours passed, filled with lengthy tests and exams as you patiently persevered, strengthened by the knowledge that your sister was by your side.

And when finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doctors came into the room with serious faces, your heart began to beat faster than you were hoping for your diagnosis. "Mrs. Danvers," the senior doctor began to speak. "After our examinations, we found that you are suffering from a stomach ulcer."

Your heart sank at those words and a wave of fear washed over you. A stomach ulcer - that meant more treatments, more pain and an uncertain future. But before fear could overwhelm you, you felt a firm grip on your hand, gently bringing you back to reality. "We'll get through this together, sweetie," your sister spoke softly, her eyes full of compassion and love. "You are not alone. I am here with you."

You smiled weakly, your eyes filling with tears of gratitude. In that moment, you knew that as long as you stuck together, you could do this. Together you left the hospital and plunged into a new phase of your life, ready to face whatever challenges came your way.

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oneshotnewbie · 17 days

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hi!! do you have any x daughter fics coming out soon or in the works? thank you!! 💞💞

Hey sweetheart! I have a lot of them in work, two coming out next week for different fandoms

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Reader walks through fire to save Emily Prentiss. That's it, that's the prompt. You can decide what you do with it. Thank you 💖

Authors note: Somehow lately I've had a thing for long oneshots that go well over the actual 1000 words. I just can't stop writing once I start haha. I wish you a nice start to the week ♥

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the slight mention of burn injuries and fainting. The plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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As Special Agent Emily Prentiss and you brought your car to a stop on a remote forest path, the dense treetops reached high into the sky, forming an impenetrable canopy of leaves that barely let in the light of the sun. It seemed as if nature itself wanted to keep a secret as a cold wind blew through the branches, carrying with it the whispers of the leaves.

A brief exchange of glances between Emily and you revealed the determination burning within you as you checked your gear and got your vests ready. As a well-rehearsed duo in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, you were familiar with the darkest depths of the human psyche and had faced the most dangerous criminals. But even for you, this case was of unusual intensity.

A series of brutal murders had terrified residents living on the edge of the Arkansas grove. The victims appeared to be chosen at random, and every lead the team found at the crime scene led to a dead end. But now a clue had led you here, to this dark place that was far from any civilization.

Together you made your way down the rocky and arduous path deeper into the forest, the cracking of twigs under your boots and the occasional call of a bird accompanied you like a dark melody. Imbued in your minds was the determination to solve this mystery and put an end to the evil that threatened the innocent inhabitants of this remote area.

Eventually you came to a small clearing dominated by a dilapidated log cabin. The centuries-old wooden walls were overgrown with moss and ivy, which covered the abandoned building like a veil. The windows stood empty and dark, like the eyes of a ghost from a bygone era, silently bearing witness to long-forgotten stories.

Emily sensed an eerie presence that seemed to emanate from the place, as if the walls themselves spoke of the horrors they had experienced. But she forced herself to suppress her fear and focused her gaze on the task before you both. Despite the ominous feeling that surrounded the place, your resolve remained unbroken as you prepared to explore the secrets of this mysterious place.

“Ah, here we are,” you whispered quietly to her as you crouched and crept up to the entrance, gun drawn. "Let's see what we can find and finally close the case."

You entered the abandoned building together, your flashlights cutting through the darkness and illuminating the path before you. A hint of decay hung heavy in the air as the old parquet floors crunched beneath your feet as if revealing the secrets of the building beneath you. But your resolve was still unshakable, and you searched every room with meticulous care, looking for clues that could solve the mystery.

As you began to move further into the next room, Emily paused in her position in the largest room and raised a hand to silence you before you could even begin to speak. You listened intently, and a quiet but distinct sound reached your ears - a gentle breeze that seemed to whisper through the gaps between the door and the frame.

“Over there,” Emily whispered as you returned to her, pointing to a locked door at the end of the hallway. The two of you approached the door slowly, your hearts pounding loudly in your ears as if anticipating the rhythm of the horror to come. With a quick nod, you released the lock on the door and entered the room first.

What unfolded before you chilled your blood. In the middle of the room sat an altar made of weathered stone, surrounded by extinguished candles and mysterious symbols that formed a dark coven around it. On the walls hung grotesque paintings of dark figures whose eyes seemed to pierce you, as if they wanted to explore your soul.

But the horror reached its climax with the sight of the body lying on the altar - a young girl, bound and mutilated, her face contorted in pain while an iron stake protruded from her chest, her breathing long stopped. The sight of her echoed in your mind, a cruel testament to the evil that permeated the place.

"What have we gotten ourselves into?" you asked, an ice-cold shiver running down your spine as the ominous scene before you slowly took shape. Emily shrugged, her gaze caught by the gloomy atmosphere as she swallowed hard to maintain her composure. "We have to get out of here and call for backup," she said firmly, but the undertone betrayed the growing concern that threatened to overwhelm her too. She signaled for you to back off as she took a few steps back to give you cover. "This is bigger than we thought."

You nodded in agreement, but before you could take a step, another sound echoed across the ceiling - a soft rustling, followed by an ominous hissing that seemed to be emanating from a hidden pipe, accompanied by the pungent smell of smoke coming from beneath the door.

Panic rose within you as you realized that you possibly were in danger and that the rest of the team might be taking too long to reach you. You were trapped, surrounded by the dark remnants of a ritual space that seemed to harbor evil and now encircled you menacingly.

As you walked up the short steps and opened the door to leave the basement, and hastily return to your vehicle to call for backup, the blockhouse was engulfed in thick smoke.

Emily felt the heat rising on her skin and the acrid smoke entering her lungs as she coughed and pressed her sweater under her nose to escape the choking smoke. "We have to get out of here!" she shouted over the infernal crackling of the fire, which threatened to spread greedily, as if it was hungry for more fuel.

You nodded in agreement and reached for her hand, and together you fought your way through the impenetrable fog, your eyes burning with tears as you searched for a way out of this nightmare. But the fire, which had spread for reasons still unknown, seemed to cut off your path, your every movement blocked by a wall of heat that threatened you and that blocked your view. You didn't know where the exit was. Every step you took brought you closer to the certainty that you were surrounded by the merciless forces of destruction that were driving you closer to the abyss with every second.

Fear gripped both of you tightly as you looked around and realized the terrible reality. The flames around you burned higher and higher, their glowing tongues lashing out greedily at everything in their path, spreading an atmosphere of desperation and chaos.

And as you progressed on your way, you suddeny saw the outline of a dark figure. You strained to sharpen your focus, to heighten your senses in this inferno. "The perpetrator! He's here!" You shouted out to Emily, your voice filled with determination as you moved resolutely towards the unknown, clutching your gun tightly, the desire for justice burning in your heart.

But in the rush of the moment, you didn't notice that Emily wasn't following you, her own thoughts torn apart by the urgency of the situation. Her eyes searched desperately for a way out of this blazing hellfire as she fought within herself against the panic that threatened to overwhelm her.

But as you got closer, you realized with horror that it wasn't the murderer, but just a shadow dancing in the pale light of the flames. A moment of relief quickly gave way to anxiety as you realized that the perpetrator was still lurking somewhere in the dark corners while you had lost sight of him. And now you were separated from Emily, your ally, your anchor in this burning hell.

Emily called out to you, but her voice was swallowed up by the angry crackling of the flames that raged around her like a wild animal. Her heart began to race involuntarily as she looked around and realized the cruel reality - she was completely alone, surrounded by the surging waves of fire that threatened to consume her and destroy her existence.

With her back pressed against the wall, she pressed her flashlight hard into the fog that permeated the room, hoping that the beam of light would attract you and lead you back to her. “Y/n, I’m here!” she cried desperately, her voice laced with the pain of isolation. "I'm trapped in the flames. Follow the light, please!" Her words echoed through the burning room, a silent cry for help amid the raging inferno.

Less than a minute later she heard a faint sound rising above the roar of the fire - the sound of a figure, a jacket over your head, fighting through the flames to get to her.

Emily turned to the side and watched in horror as you emerged from the blazing inferno, your face contorted with pain, your clothes scorched by them, and your skin marked by the cruel scars of the fire. “Oh my god, y/n!” she shouted, her voice filled with fear as you fell the last few inches towards her, her eyes wide in terror. "What have you done?"

You couldn't speak a word; the pain unbearable, your voice paralyzed by the torment of the fire. Your only job was to get your partner safely out of this burning house, so you placed a wet blanket over her head and body before carefully guiding her out of the flames, yourself also hidden under the blanket to protect yourself from further burns.

Her hand gripped yours tightly as she pulled you closer to her, feeling the pain and heat of your skin. "Y/n, you are seriously injured. Let me guide you," she whispered softly as she placed your arm over her shoulder, but the adrenaline rushed through your body, your mind numb from the agony that was coursing through you, her words unheard.

You struggled through the flames, your senses numbed by the unrelenting burn that accompanied you as you leaned heavily on Emily. Every step was agony, every breath a fight against the heat and smoke that threatened to suffocate your lungs. But despite the darkness of the inferno, you did not give up, but continued to fight, driven by the irrepressible will to bring Emily and yourself to safety, out of this hellfire.

As you finally made it out into the open and made your way to safety, a deafening bang ripped through the air, followed by a blinding flash of light that pierced the dark clouds of smoke and bathed the night in blinding daylight. Emily and you were thrown to the ground by the force of the explosion, the impact shattering your bodies as chaos erupted around you.

Fire shot out of the windows of the log cabin and quickly spread to the surrounding trees, the forest itself was going up in flames. The air was filled with an infernal crackling and hissing that shook the ground. The forest immediately became a burning fortress, enveloped in an impenetrable veil of flames that seemed to block any possibility of escape. "Y/n, get up," Emily urged, her voice firm and determined as she leaned towards you, "We have to get out of here. I'm going to take you to the hospital to get you looked after." Her words pierced the chaotic scene, a promise of rescue and hope amid the tumult of flames.

She shook your motionless body, but you didn't move. The adrenaline that had once fueled your senses was gone, and now your body was collapsing like a house of cards blown away by a merciless breeze. Emily gently turned your lifeless body onto its back, an act of tenderness in the midst of chaos that reflected your sacrifice and bravery - you had gone through hell to save her.

Half your body was scorched by the flames, your skin scarred by the fire, and your breathing was shallow and uneven, a faint sign of your struggle to survive.

Emily fought the panic that overcame her when she saw your badly injured body. "Stay with me, y/n," she whispered, her voice cracking with fear as the flames around her licked at the trees and ate through the undergrowth, a warning sign of destruction. "You can do this, you hear me? You have to do this. Please, y/n."

But you didn't move, unconscious and silent as death itself. Emily felt the tears burning in her eyes, but she forced herself to stay strong so as not to give up on you. Her hands rested gently on your bruised skin, a silent vow of loyalty and hope amidst the flames.

Emily pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, her fingers shaking with tension as she dialed the number for her boss, Aaron Hotchner. She raised the phone to her ear, hoping for a connection as the chaos raged around her, the flames spreading unstoppably.

"Hotch, we need help urgently," she said, her voice firm and controlled even as fear burned in her heart. "Y/n is seriously injured, we need firefighters and paramedics here. The whole forest is burning down. Now!"

He reassured her that help and the team was on the way, and Emily put the phone away, her thoughts entirely on you, still lying motionless in front of her. "Please, y/n. Wake up," she pleaded, running her hand gently over your burned neck, as if she could call life back into you through the touch. "You have to fight, you hear me? You can't give up."

The minutes passed like hours as Emily waited, her eyes fixed on you, counting every breath, watching every movement of your body as she evaluated your vitals every second. But nothing changed, you remained motionless, your face expressionless like a mask of ash, and your thoughts swirled in a whirlpool of fear and hope.

Finally, the sound of engines pierced the oppressive silence as firefighters burst through the flames and rushed to your rescue. She was accompanied by the paramedics who immediately lifted you onto a stretcher and took you into the ambulance while she followed you with a worried look, closely watching the rescuers' every move.

The ambulance raced through the mountainous streets, sirens blaring across the countryside, as Emily sat next to you, holding your hand tightly amidst the furious roar of the sirens and the rattling engine.

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The bright morning light filtered gently through the hospital room window as you slowly came to consciousness. Every breath was accompanied by pain, every muscle in your body felt like it was filled with lead. A silent struggle against the stabbing pain shot through you as you tried to move, only to be thrown back into the soft hospital bed by a painful retreat.

Emily sat by your bed, her eyes full of concern, her hand gently stroking your fingers as if she was trying to ease your pain with her touch. Noticing you had awakened, a soft smile broke across her lips as she reached for your hand that wasn't injured. “Welcome back, y/n,” she whispered quietly, her voice warm and sensitive. "How do you feel?"

You tried to speak, but your voice was only a hoarse whisper, choked by the pain of your injuries, and you coughed painfully. Emily handed you a glass of water and gently held it to your lips, helping you take a slow sip before continuing. "It's okay, speak slowly," she encouraged patiently. "You've had a tough time, but we're here to support you." Her words were a promise of care and hope in the midst of the darkness you had lived through.

You nodded slowly, your mind raging like wild whirlwinds, flooding with memories of the past mission - the fire, the flames, the heat that had penetrated your skin. And then there was Emily, strong and unwavering, standing next to you and holding you as your body slowly gave out and you tried desperately to get her out of harm's way.

“I remember,” you finally whispered, your eyes cloudy with pain as you tried to form the words through the thick fog of memories. A faint hint of understanding crossed Emily's face as she heard your words, her eyes full of empathy and compassion.

"You literally walked through fire to save me," she spoke quietly, her voice laced with a hint of awe as tears pooled in her eyes, glittering like diamonds in the light.

A faint smile crossed your lips, trembling with exertion, as you slowly raised your hand and placed it gently on her cheek, your touch a delicate promise of love and devotion. “You were inside,” you murmured quietly, your voice a whisper in the quiet of the hospital room. "No fire in the world would stop me from saving you. I can't lose you." The words were a confession that reached deeper than words could, a promise that was anchored in the infinite expanses of your connection.

Emily reached for your hand, her touch as delicate as a gentle breath as she leaned against you, letting her tears flow freely. "Thank you for coming to get me," she spoke, her voice filled with admiration and gratitude. "You are incredibly brave. I was deeply impressed by your courage and willingness to sacrifice. I will always be there for you, just as you were there for me."

Your eyes shined with gratitude and a hint of relief. You knew the road to recovery would be long and difficult, but you also knew you didn't have to walk it alone. You had Emily by your side, strong and unwavering, and the team that supported you. Together you would overcome this challenge, side by side, hand in hand, ready to weather any storm that blew your way.

You knew that the bond between you both was strong, strengthened by the flames of fate you had traversed together. And so began a journey of recovery and growth for you that would bring you closer together than ever before. Every step you took together would show you that the love and connection you felt for each other was stronger than any darkness that threatened you.

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