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Just Give Me A Reason (Part 4)

Warnings: None

Words: 1030

He was gone for another few days, and Sonja set up her usual daycare kids with a friend of hers. She told the parents she was sick, and it almost wasn't a lie. On the third day, Sonja decided she needed to get away for awhile, and so headed out to a ranch she knew of outside of the city. It only took a few minutes for her to pay before she was sighing happily and preparing a horse for a trail ride through some local woodland. She took great care in brushing her horse down, and soon had the great animal saddled. The fresh air felt wonderful as she started down the nearest path. By lunch, she had all but lost her anxiety over the return of her old friends, and was finally able to consider all the options carefully.

Finding a clearing, she stopped for a bit to have lunch and give her horse a break. She let him graze a bit nearby as she laid out a blanket to sit on and began eating. She closed her eyes, sighing again as any leftover weight in her chest lifted. The next few hours were spent riding around, and soon she was returning home. It was dinnertime by the time she arrived, and she opened the door humming lightly, already planning out a fun dinner to cook. She stopped dead just inside the door, her jaw dropping in amazement. Every flat service in her home seemed to have vases of roses, every single one a pristine white. A small path cut through the vases on the floor, allowing her to walk around and admire them. She knew instantly who they were from, and she couldn't help but admire his determination. Reaching her bedroom, she found her bed to be clear, save for a single white rose and a note on her pillow. She sat on her bed and lifted the rose to sniff it, noting the distinct lack of thorns. She opened the note carefully, unsure of what it may contain.

Sigyn,

I sincerely apologize, both for how I behaved the other night, and how I treated you when we were young. I took your friendship for granted, and you were right to leave me. I only ask that you may forgive me, just enough that I could be in your good graces once more. I desire nothing more than to hear your laugh and enjoy afternoon tea with you again. I will no longer arrive at your home; instead, I will give you the right to choose. If you will have me, I will meet you at the botanical gardens tomorrow afternoon. I hope to see you there.

Loki

She gave a small gasp despite herself. This was the most she'd ever seen him do for someone else, and it made her wonder just how much he had changed in the two centuries she'd been away. Biting her lip, she considered her options. She looked around the bedroom at the roses, chuckling to herself. Loki was always so dramatic, who knew what he had planned for tomorrow. Sonja decided she would go, and she knew just what she would wear as well. A small nagging part of her was worried about what would happen, but she was too happy to care.

The next day, Sonja entered the botanical gardens in an old Asgardian gown she had kept with her. The material swished around her feet as she made her way down the pathways. She couldn't help but wring her hands a bit nervously, worried that he may not show up. Finding a bench, she sat down and stared down at her hands while she waited. It felt like an eternity, filled with passerby giving her strange looks and snapping photos.

"You came." A relieved, familiar voice spoke above her, and her head snapped up. He was dressed in a simple pair of dress slacks and a green button down shirt, and he held a small bundle of white roses. She gave a small chuckle as she stood, a bit nervous.

"Yeah, I did. I had a lot of time to think and I realized how much I've missed you these last years. I do forgive you; after all, we've all done stupid things in the name of puppy love, haven't we?" Sonja chuckled a bit, and it seemed to relax Loki. He offered her the flowers and she took them carefully.

"I'm afraid you are correct. Now, as the first order of friendship business, I think we should have our tea. Wouldn't you agree?" She nodded and tucked the flowers in the crook of one arm, using the other to link up with his. They left the gardens and headed down the street.

"You know, I have far more roses than I know what to do with at this point." Sonja kept her tone light, though she was just a bit serious. He nodded with a mischievous look.

"I'll take care of them when I'm allowed over next." He opened the door of a café for her, following her inside. "You look lovely, by the way. You kept such a fine dress. Why?" She took a seat in the back corner and thought for a moment.

"I supposed I missed home. The courts were a truly wonderful place to be, and I couldn't bear to get rid of my reminders." She leaned a bit closer, speaking softly. "I usually wear one of my gowns on Halloween for my children. They love it, always calling me a princess." She chuckled. "If they only saw a royal gown."

"I see." He seemed far off in thought, and she waved a barista over with a smile. The young woman was gushing over the dress for a few minutes before taking their order. They spent the rest of the afternoon discussing the different parts of their lives. He dropped her off at her home, and left her with a kiss on the cheek and a goodbye. She practically danced her way inside, moving the vases to the less public areas of the house in preparation for the children coming the next day.

#Loki Laufeyson #fanfiction #LokixOFC #Original Female Character

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Fire (Part 4)

Warnings: Mild violence

Words: 835

Elijah had gone back to ignoring her as much as possible again, and Cella tried to think of ways to get through to the oldest Mikaelson. The journals her grandmother had left her had led her to believe he would be the easiest to connect to, and yet she found she spent more time with Klaus and Hayley than Elijah. Hayley had asked if Cella could cloak the arrival of her pack, which the witch had done happily, and Klaus had mentioned the incident in the restaurant. Though he didn’t seem too bothered by her failure to collect Davina, it was clear he was quite upset with the turn of events. He disclosed that both of their parents had returned, and he would need her to be at her strongest. Cella had nodded and headed straight for the garden, settling on the ground with bare feet to meditate with the elements. A circle of fire surrounded her, a breeze blew through her hair, earth held her grounded, and water allowed her to flow through the energies of them all. She didn’t know how much time passed, only that someone had joined her in the gardens at some point.

“It’s not polite to stare.” Her voice was husky from lack of use, and she realized she must have been there for some time. She didn’t open her eyes, instead feeling out with her mind. It was Elijah who stood behind her, a feeling of curiosity pushing through his usual anger and general angst. “Was there something you needed, Elijah?” If he was surprised, he didn’t let it show in his voice.

“We’ve received a rather unique invitation to dinner. Your presence there might help smooth things over a bit.” Her head tipped slightly to one side as she thought over his wording. “We would greatly appreciate it if you would attend, Viticella.” She wasn’t sure why he never wanted to call her by her chosen nickname, but she had to admit it sounded nice. She sighed, releasing her hold on the elements and stood, eyes opening as she turned to face him. He seemed focused on the dissipating flames.

“Of course I will attend. Who is this guest you are so worried about?” He gave a grimace, looking back at her as the flames died off completely.

“My mother. She wishes to speak with us.” This was an important dinner then.

“I understand.” Elijah nodded and turned to go, before hesitating. It was uncharacteristic of him, to say the least, and she waited patiently as he turned back around.

“Do you have any formal wear? A gown, perhaps?” Cella wanted to laugh. She hadn’t had a need for a dress that fancy since her coming out ball into the coven. The fact that he wanted this to be a formal affair didn’t surprise her, though she was curious what Hayley and Klaus thought of the arrangement.

“No, I don’t. I’m sure I can grab one in town today.” He nodded, giving her a thoughtful look for a moment before leaving. Feeling as though she wouldn’t be able to slip back into her trance, she headed to her room to grab some cash and her things, deciding that sooner on the dress was better than later.

That night, dinner passed about as well as Cella had expected, though Hayley wasn’t in attendance. The men didn’t seem worried, but she couldn’t help but wonder where the young hybrid had gone. Things had deteriorated quickly, with Klaus attempting to kill the man they identified as their brother Finn and with their mother arriving late. When her body slumped over, Cella moved immediately, checking for a pulse and trying to wake her back up. The men stood in shock, waiting to see what would happen next. When Cella finally coaxed the girl awake, it was clear she was no longer their mother. Klaus attempted to interrogate her, but Cella stood in his way, glaring at him even as she asked the questions a bit more politely. Clearly, this girl knew nothing of what was happening, and Elijah pulled out his phone. It was a brief conversation, and one that clearly didn’t make him very happy. He was gone in a flash, leaving her with Klaus and the girl. After making sure she was okay, Cella sent the young witch home, sighing as she processed the night’s events. She hadn’t had to fight this time, which was good, but she also knew it had taken its toll on the brothers. Klaus locked himself away for the night, and Cella helped the staff clean up. As she made her way back to her room, she heard voices, and moved closer to listen. It seemed Hayley and Elijah were arguing, and if she didn’t know any better, she’d swear it was a lovers’ quarrel. As Hayley declared Elijah an uncaring man, Cella slipped away silently, not wanting to hear or feel any more of the anger and pain that radiated from the room.

#the originals #Elijah MikaelsonxOFC #elijah mikaelson #fanfiction #Original Female Character

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99 Problems (Part 3)

Warnings: None

Words: 824

There was a tense silence around the table as Sam and Cas looked between Dean and Stella. Robby was looking wide-eyed at the older man, while she glared at him with narrowed eyes that dared him to do something wrong. She managed to smile when Robby turned her way, but it faded as soon as he turned his attention back to Dean.

“You’re my daddy?” Robby’s voice sounded so hopeful, and Stella was so worried Dean would break her son’s heart. After a moment, Dean nodded, his features softening just a bit.

“Yeah, I am. Sorry I’m…late.” She could think of a million different things he could be apologizing for and late didn’t even make the top ten. Robby slid off her lap and made his way over to Dean, looking up at the man curiously.

“Momma says you’re a superhero, like Uncle Sam and Uncle Cas.” She dropped her gaze as she began to gather dishes, not wanting to see the look on Dean’s face. Sam gathered dishes with her as well, following her into the kitchen and pitching his voice low.

“Stella, I am so sorry. I tried to tell him he didn’t need to tag along, but he insisted on coming. I never would have brought him otherwise.” She turned to see Sam giving her the most tortured look, and sighed.

“I don’t blame you, Sam.” She could hear Robby asking a million questions of his dad, and Cas helping things along. “It’s his own fault. He did this, and I’m not going to let him punish Robby for his stupidity.” Sam seemed surprised by the vehemence in her voice, but Stella was dead serious. She may not actively hunt anymore, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t tear Dean apart if he hurt her son in any way. Gathering the desserts, her and Sam returned to the dinner table to see Robby on Cas’ lap, talking Dean’s ear off about what he’s missed. Dean had a pained look in his eye, and she wondered if he was realizing how big a mistake he’d made. Sam helped her serve dessert to everyone, and Stella avoided Dean’s gaze as she set the pie in front of him and Robby. Dessert passed uneventfully, and soon Robby was yawning.

“Hey little man, bed time.” Sam moved to scoop up his nephew, giving him a smile when the boy protested. “Come on, the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you can wake up and open presents.” Robby seemed to consider that for a moment before nodding, curling up with his head on Sam’s shoulder as the man headed upstairs with him. Stella moved to give her boy a kiss on the head as they passed her, then began to clear the table. Dean stayed in the doorway, and she could feel his eyes on her as she gathered all the dishes and got them into the dishwasher for the night. She turned, surprised to find Dean right behind her.

“Stella…” She raised a hand, not wanting to hear all over again about how she shouldn’t have kept her son. Moving to push past him, she was caught off guard when he grabbed her arm gently. “Hang on.”

“No, Dean.” She pulled her arm away, gaze steely as she looked up at him. He seemed surprised. “I’m not hanging on for you. You made your choice, and I made mine.” Stalking away, she gathered the various presents from their hiding places and set to work arranging them under the tree. She felt more than heard Dean following her, and her frazzled nerves couldn't take much more of this.

“Stella, I want to apologize, dammit.” Her eyes snapped up to him in surprise and he gave an uncomfortable shuffle of his feet.

“For what, Dean?” Her voice remained low, that dangerous hunters' tone back in place. “For demanding I get rid of my baby? For insisting I kill him? Or maybe you're sorry you didn't handle it all yourself.”

“I'm sorry I wasn't here!” The intensity in his voice shut her up, and she looked up at him closely. He looked torn apart, pain shining in his eyes. “I'm sorry that I demanded that of you. I'm sorry I haven't been there to be his dad.” He sighed, looking away and running a hand through his hair roughly. “I'm just...sorry.” Stella was left to stare at him in shock for a few moments, the tension in the air seeming to dissipate. She finally dropped her gaze, less enthused about her task as she was before.

“Thank you, Dean.” She finished and stood. “I'm gonna head to bed. Your room is the last on the right.” She moved past him, careful not to bump into him as she headed for the stairs, leaving Dean to think over everything he'd just admitted to. And though she'd never tell him, Stella knew she'd never actually stopped loving the hunter.

#Supernatural #fanfiction #dean winchesterxofc #Original Female Character

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Russian Roulette (Part 4)

Warnings: None

Words: 684

The first thing Alex thought upon entering Hotch’s home was that it was surprisingly well-organized for a single dad. The second was how dominating he could be. Without warning, he had her back against the wall, kissing her thoroughly as his hands roamed over her sides. Her fingers fumbled as she attempted to unbutton his shirt, and she found herself cursing at the number of drinks she’d chosen to consume. Taking her by the hips, he turned them and walked her towards the bedroom, only breaking the kiss to drop his lips to her throat. His hands found their way under the hem to her dress easily. Everything after they hit the bed was a blur.

It was nearly three in the morning when she woke back up, stretching in an unfamiliar bed. Her hand brushed someone next to her, and she did her best to hold back a groan. Valentine’s one night stands were…clichéd, to say the least. Her stomach plummeted as she looked next to her to see Hotch sound asleep. With a red face, Alex climbed out of bed as quietly as she could manage, scooping up her clothes and dressing as she walked to the door. She carried her shoes until she reached ground level and hailed a cab, cursing quietly to herself over her stupidity. She had only a few hours before she had to be back into work, but already she was deciding to head in early.

Flicking on the lights as she entered the offices, she was happy to see no one else had arrived yet. A quick check revealed she’d beaten Garcia, though that wasn’t as surprising. With coffee in hand, Alex settled at her desk and began going through paperwork, finishing her own case files and getting the new ones sorted out. Time passed quickly, and soon the bullpen was bustling with the team members.

“Hey darling.” Morgan sat on the edge of her rapidly clearing desk, setting another coffee near her empty cup. She gave him a grateful smile, sipping the liquid.

“Morning.”

“Late night?” Her heart picked up, even as she worked to keep her features even. Something must have given her away, because his smile faded just a bit. She quickly dropped her gaze back to her work. “What’s wrong? You okay?” She waved him off, but he was persistent. “If you need to talk about something, you know I’m here.” She looked up again and gave a smile, trying to come up with a decent way to get him off of this.

“Agent McLean.” Hotch’s voice rang across the bullpen, drawing everyone’s eye. He had his usual stern expression on, which did nothing to make her feel better. “My office.” He disappeared into said room, and she stood with the new casefiles in hand.

“Sorry Morgan. Duty calls.” Though the man didn’t look convinced, he nodded, sliding off her desk and heading for his own. With a deep breath, she made her way into Hotch’s office, standing awkwardly just inside the door.

“Shut the door, please.” Slowly, she did as he asked, before moving to stand in front of his desk. His gaze followed her every move and made her all the more nervous. “I was hoping we could talk.” Steeling herself, Alex decided to make a preemptive strike.

“I have the new casefiles, sir.” If possible, his frown deepened as she set the files in the middle of his desk. “They’ve been sorted by severity and most recent cases.” His hand caught her own as she tried to pull away, and it drew heat to her face.

“Alex, I would think it would be obvious that I don’t mean to talk about upcoming cases.” With another deep breath to strengthen her reserve, she met his gaze, forcing her features to remain passive.

“No, I can’t say it is obvious, sir.” Pulling her hand away, she spun on her heel and left, grateful that she’d managed to keep as calm as possible through it all. As she snagged her bag from her desk, she decided a real breakfast was in order.

#Criminal Minds #aaron hotchnerxofc #Original Female Character #fanfiction

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Free Falling (Part 4)

Warnings: Violence of the gun variety

Words: 1173

Despite the fact that she had tried to take his secret in stride, Clark never once brought it up again. Instead, as the days progressed, she heard more and more about the nice girl he seemed to have met at his work. Her name was Lois Lane, and Mack tried to be happy for her friend in finding someone. She chalked it up to being a bit lonely herself, and that was all the convincing she needed to download that stupid dating app that everyone and their pet cat used. After several failed dates, and even more weird messages, she decided to try the old fashion way.

“Hey, you going out?” Mack looked up to see Clark just getting in, his work bag slung over his shoulder. He looked her over, taking in her little black dress, heels, and carefully done hair and make-up. In truth, she was just heading to a local nightclub to drink and dance with some girlfriends.

“Yeah, there’s a club a friend said she would get me into tonight.” His brow furrowed and she waved a hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” The worried look didn’t leave his eyes even as she gave a wave and headed to the elevator, texting her friends to let them know she’s on her way. It was a short cab ride to the club, and the bouncer seemed more than happy to let her in once her ID checked out. She was quickly swept into the action, grabbing a drink and dancing with her friends for a good few hours before stumbling out to catch another cab. She tapped away on her phone, flirting with the bouncer as she waited. When one was taking too long, she gave him a wave and started for the brighter part of the city. The cool air was doing great work at sobering her slowly, and she made sure to keep an eye on the shadows. A breeze along the back of her neck had her turning, but it didn’t look as though anyone were there. Peering into the dark, she tried to make out a shape.

“Little lost?” She yelped and spun to see a strange man, wearing a fairly nice leather jacket and a friendly smile. She wasn’t stupid enough to smile back, giving him a wary look. He stepped closer before pulling a gun from his pocket, leveling it at her. Despite her fear, she couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the fact she was being mugged again. “Let’s have the purse and the jewelry. Phone too.” Slowly, she slid her small bag off her shoulder, tossing it at his feet, and followed suit with her phone. She hesitated with her necklace, it being one of her favorites, but the sight of the gun being cocked was enough to get her to undo it and toss it too. He scooped it all up, looking it over with that same smile. “Thank you very much.” Without warning, a shot rang out, and it took her far too long to realize he’d hit her in the stomach. He hurried away as she sat on the ground, leaning back and pressing a hand to her side. Seeing that no one was coming at the sound of the shot, she gave a shallow huff and looked towards the sky.

“Hey, Supes, I could really use your help down here!” There was no immediate answer and she decided laying down was her best option. The ground was pretty cold, and it felt kinda nice against her skin. Feeling sleepy, her eyes began to close just as a tall shadow moved over her. Arms scooped her up, sending pain through her torso that she whimpered at.

“Hang on, Mack.” The familiar voice was soothing, and she found her eyes drifting shut as a breeze surrounded her. It seemed like she woke up far too soon, with a beeping sound nearby and some sort of heavy clamp on her hand. She opened her eyes to slits, side-eyeing the machine making the noise as the events of the night. Taking stock, she noted a headache, a dull throb in her side, and a dry mouth. Glancing around, Mack found the heavy clamp on her hand was another hand; none other than Clark himself. He had his head resting on the bed, his glasses eskew, and was sleeping. Even in sleep, he looked stressed, his shoulders tense. Gently, she began to wriggle her hand in his, hoping to get his attention.

“Clark.” Her voice was rough and she figured it was because of the partying the night before. He shifted, looking towards the door in confusion before turning to her. Every ounce of tiredness in his eyes left as he noted she was awake, and he sat up quickly. His hand released hers and both settled on her cheeks as his glasses slipped off, and he stared at her hard.

“Mack!” He pressed close in what she assumed was supposed to be a hug and she gave his arm a pat. “Thank god you’re alright.” He pulled back to look at her, and she held up his glasses with a knowing, if tired, smile.

“Of course I’m alright.” He took them but didn’t immediately put them back on, staring at her with a deep intensity. “Not gonna let some idiot mugger take me down that easy.”

“You could have died. Why were you by yourself?” The worry didn’t leave his eyes even if his gaze did get less intense.

“I was gonna go find a cab home. Seriously, Clark, I’m fine. Thanks, by the way.” He seemed surprised and she rolled her eyes. “What? Like I wouldn’t thank you for answering my call. Technically, you didn’t have to.”

“I think that would just make me a terrible friend and hero.” He seemed to finally be relaxing, settling back into his chair and twirling his glasses. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“I mean, I’m sore and I’d kill for some food and water, but other than that, yes.” He slipped his glasses back on and hit a button, likely to call for a nurse. “Are you okay?”

“What?” He seemed surprised by her question before nodding quickly. “I’m fine.”

“Clark, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out you were probably freaking out all night.” He blushed lightly and she gave a small smile. “You can head home and rest. I’ll be fine here, I’m sure they’ll just hold me until I lose my mind.”

“You sure? I don’t mind staying-”

“I’m sure. Besides, I’m sure you’ll need to get back to work too.” She thought for a bit. “Weren’t you trying to woo some chick?”

“Alright, that’s enough from you.” His blush had increased and she smirked knowingly. He gathered his jacket and his bag from near the door as the nurse arrived, and as the nurse began to ask questions, Clark slipped out, leaving Mack to lay back in her hospital bed and count down the minutes until she could get home.

#Superman #Clark KentxOFC #fanfiction #Original Female Character

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Left (Part 4)

Warnings: Assault and battery, nearly non-con

Words: 1100

Castle Black was significantly colder than Winterfell, though the men here were certainly nice enough. At least, the ones Jon was friends with; she tried not to interact with the Watchmen much, not wanting to mess up their routine at all. Samwell was always quick to greet her and ask after her and Samwell Jr, and Maester Aemon was a sweet old man. Her few dealings with the Lord Commander led her to believe he was an honorable, good man, and she could see why Jon looked up to the older man. After a month of her staying, she was more at home than Winterfell, easily interacting with a few of the men and spending time by the fire with Samwell Jr and Ghost.

Jon didn’t speak with her much, and she did her best not to let it bother her. When the Lord Commander chose to take some men North of the Wall, she was a bit worried, but kept quiet.

“Are you alright?” Marleigh looked up to see Gilly giving her a concerned look. The baby lay on some furs on the floor, playing with some wooden toys some of the men had made for him. In spite of the vows, it was clear the good men of the Night’s Watch were more than happy to have the two women and the baby around.

“Well enough, I suppose. It’s awful cold up here.” Gilly gave a smile, nodding just a bit.

“I guess it would be, to a southerner.” Marleigh raised a brow. “South of the Wall, I mean. I’ve lived above the Wall my whole life until now. You get used to the cold after awhile.” Marleigh gave her own nod, one eye trained on the baby out of habit. Jon had gone North of the Wall with the others, taking Ghost with him. She found that she missed the great wolf’s presence around her.

“Do you intend to stay here at Castle Black forever?” Gilly nodded, and Marleigh couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I think when the war is finally over and Samwell a bit older, we should travel a bit. Let you see the rest of your new home.” A smile spread across Gilly’s face, filled with excitement.

“Do you really mean that?” Marleigh nodded, and Gilly pulled her into a tight hug. “Thank you. That sounds wonderful.” Marleigh returned the hug with a chuckle.

“I’m glad I could make you happy. You deserve it.”

“Well, so do you.” Gilly pulled away to give Marleigh a thoughtful look. “Doesn’t your husband worry about you being here?” Cheeks warm, Marleigh turned to look at baby Sam.

“I don’t have a husband. I worked in the stables at Winterfell.” Samwell began to fuss and Marleigh scooped him up carefully.

“Really? I just thought...since…” Gilly seemed to be at a loss for words, and Marleigh gave her a tight smile.

“It’s alright. The right man just...hasn’t come along to sweep me off my feet.” In truth, since Jon had left, a few men had asked to court her. Unfortunately, she’d never quite gotten over her love for the bastard, and so every man who asked was inevitably compared to him. Gilly was studying her, and Marleigh put a smile on her face. “Anyway...little Sam here probably needs a nap.” Nodding, Gilly took the baby and gave a last smile before departing, leaving Marleigh to clean up the toys. A few of the men entered, giving her lingering looks that made her skin crawl instinctually. One nudged another and they began to approach her. Marleigh straightened to her full height, though it wasn’t that impressive and gave her best glare.

“You know, it’s so much nicer having you girls around. Easier than going to Molestown for your company.” One reached out to brush at her hair and she swatted the hand away. “Now, now, don’t you want to be nice? It’ll be so much easier if you’re nice.” The leader grabbed her arm and she pulled her knife out from the folds of her skirt, swiping at his face and leaving a cut along his cheek. “Bitch!” She heard more than felt the slap to her face, adrenaline pumping through her. Two of them grabbed her, tossing her onto the table as the leader approached. She waited until he got too close, launching a kick at his groin and watching satisfied as he hit the ground with a grunt of pain. The man holding her right arm gave a sudden cry and was pulled away, just before the second one was as well. She turned to see Ghost chewing on one of their arms, Jon punching the other into submission. The whole ordeal was over in an instant, with a few more of the friendlier brothers coming in and dragging the attackers away.

“Are you alright?” Jon’s gloved hand was cupping her cheek, his face inches from hers. She could see the concern and anger written on his face, and she gave a mute nod. “Why are you here alone?” He helped her stand, and she realized everyone else had left except Ghost, who looked up at them with blood on his muzzle.

“G-Gilly and Little Sam just left.” Her voice sounded a bit shaky and he wrapped an arm around her in support. “Can’t say I’m unhappy they did.” The idea of Gilly and Sam Jr having to deal with those men made bile rise in her throat. Blinking, Marleigh looked up at Jon. “You’re back.”

“Yeah, I’m back.” He gave a half smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. She could still see the anger there. Convinced she had her strength back, she pulled away from him and moved to pick up her knife, carefully wiping the blood off on the hem of her skirt. Jon didn’t make a move to leave as she expected, instead watching her carefully. Straightening up her hair and clothes, she looked up at him.

“Thank you, Jon. I owe you.” He opened his mouth, seeming to reconsider before closing it again and simply giving a nod. Marleigh sighed, looking around. “I would not be surprised if I was sent back to Winterfell because of this.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I’m sure Thorne will understand that.” Marleigh frowned, turning to him. Now that the fear and concern were gone, it seemed there was a crushing weight on Jon, as though something terrible had happened.

“Where’s the Lord Commander?” Her voice came out as a whisper and when Jon’s eyes met hers, she already knew.

“The Lord Commander is dead.”

#game of thrones #fanfiction #Jon SNowxOFC #Original female character

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Just Give Me A Reason (Part 3)

Warnings: None

Words: 1287

The next few days passed uneventfully, but Sonja couldn't seem to relax. She made sure it didn't affect the kids or the clients, but every night once they were gone was a battle with her own emotions. She gripped the counter in her bathroom too tightly one night and crumbled the edge; another night she crushed a wine glass in her hand. Loki showing back up in her life had started to destroy what control she had built for ages, and she began to truly worry. She was extra careful around the children, but she wasn't sure if it would last.

When she heard the knock on the door on the fourth day, she felt her heart jump to her throat. She gave an impulsive swallow as she slowly opened the door. Loki stood there in his finest Asgardian garb, a single white rose in his hand. She was suddenly lifted into the air by large arms, a gentle hug enveloping her. It took a few minutes before Sonja realized Loki had brought Thor along, who was now hugging her like she was a long lost sister. She glared at Loki as Thor set her back down, his golden face all smiles.

"I told you not to tell him, Loki." She growled at the trickster. Thor's smile faltered as he looked between them both; Loki simply shrugged.

"He simply wished to stop by and say hello. It seems he missed you as well." A thought struck Sonja then: Loki had brought Thor on purpose. He was using his lovable brother to try and guilt her back into his life. Cold fury built in her chest and she shook her head before turning towards an increasingly confused Thor.

"I apologize, Your Highness, but I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave. I have quite a bit of work to do for tomorrow. It was lovely seeing you again." He frowned, but nodded and turned to go. Sonja briefly wondered why his brother couldn't behave in a similar fashion. As soon as he was gone, Loki shut the door and gave her a bow, offering the rose. She hesitated before taking it, moving to the kitchen to place the flower in water. He followed along at a respectful distance, and she was grateful as she tried to formulate a response.

"I seem to recall you had a deep love for roses." He spoke quietly, as though he didn't wish to startle her. She was surprised he had remembered, all things considered, but stayed quiet as she filled a small vase with water and trimmed the stem just a bit. She was too distracted by his presence and caught her thumb on a thorn. Hissing, she pulled the digit into her mouth while finishing with the flower. He was suddenly there, pulling her thumb from her mouth and holding her hand in both of his own. She felt a cold breeze flow over her skin before he released her, the small cut healed.

"Loki, you weren't supposed to come back." Sonja spoke quietly, avoiding his gaze as she found a place to display the rose. "I appreciate the gesture of the flower; however, I do not appreciate you bringing Thor in the hopes of convincing me through guilt." Loki scoffed and shook his head, but stopped when she turned to look at him. "I'm no fool. I know that's why you brought him here. It's not fair, to me or your brother." He had the decency to look ashamed, and she nodded.

"I don't know what I'm doing." He admitted, shrugging. "I just know I'm willing to try anything if it meant you would allow me into your life again." He looked as though he held the entire galaxy up with his shoulders, and she realized she might have been unfair. She sighed, moving to the cupboard and pulling out a box. He watched curiously as she put a kettle on and prepared two mugs. She made two servings of hot cocoa and nodded for him to follow her to the living room. She waited until he seated himself before handing him his mug and sitting with her own.

"So, I suppose I could stand to hear how things happened after I left." She sipped her cocoa as she carefully thought over what she should ask. As much as it might hurt, she knew which one had to come first. "Did you end up marrying Lady Sif after all?" He flinched, and she knew she had hit a nerve already.

"I did not. As it turns out, she only had eyes for my brother." The bitterness in his voice was well concealed, and she had to wonder how much time had passed since he'd discovered that. He studied the mug in his hand before taking a tentative sip.

"I see. So, Thor and Sif…?" Loki quickly shook his head, giving a dark chuckle.

"No, my dear brother chose a Midgardian woman over Sif. It caused quite a stir in court." Sonja couldn't help but be shocked, but she also knew one didn't control love. She couldn't help but be proud of the older Prince; he'd always been jovial, but also selfish and pompous. Whatever had happened, it was clear now he was no longer the same way.

"So, in the end, only Thor gained what he wanted. An interesting chain of events, truly." He tipped his head in confusion and she shook her head. "Never mind. What else has happened since I left?" His eyes became a careful blank, and she was worried she'd asked the wrong question.

"Thor attempted to start a war with Jotunheim and was temporarily banished. I…I attempted to claim Midgard, and have been imprisoned for the last year. I'm on something called 'probation.' As long as I am free, I do not care." Talk of war hit her hard, and immediately New York came to mind. She gave a small gasp, and he nodded as though he knew what she had realized.

"Loki, why would you do that? Why attack a peaceful realm?" She set her cocoa down, concerned now as she pulled her legs under her to face him fully.

"It was a foolish wish that a Titan made possible…for a cost." He looked away and she paled. Instantly, she took his hand, squeezing.

"Loki, whatever that Titan took from you, it is nothing. You are here, alive, and this realm is healing at a rapid rate. You're going along with your punishment, and you seem genuinely remorseful." He looked at her, wary now. "If he took advantage of whatever after effects came from Thor's foolishness, then you are not to blame." He nodded slowly, and Sonja wondered if no one had told this to him yet. It took her a few moments to remember that this was not Asgard, and that 200 years had passed since they'd been close like this. She pulled away, turning her face as she warred with herself.

"Thank you. It is nice to hear that someone cares." He leaned forward to put his mug down, before sliding a bit closer to her. She cursed, realizing it would be impossible to escape him now. Yet again, the thought of moving again occurred to her, and she glanced towards the drawer where she kept paperwork for just such an occasion. Loki's hand on her shoulder pulled her from such thoughts, and he stood. "I believe I have troubled you enough for the night. I shall see myself out." He collected the mugs and returned them to the kitchen, and all too soon Sonja heard the door shut. She was alone, and for the first time, it truly scared her.

#Loki Laufeyson #fanfiction #Loki LaufeysonxOFC #Original Female Character

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Fire (Part 3)

Warnings: None

Words: 953

Cella was more than surprised when the next day she found Elijah in her doorway. He was still stiff and aloof, but there was something in his eyes; he was upset by something. Without a word, she waved him in and they each took a seat. He began to speak immediately.

“I’m worried about Hayley. She’s not adapting well to being a hybrid; if anything, she’s simply becoming more vicious and more angry.” Cella nodded slowly, allowing him to say his piece. “I have already asked Klaus to help her, but he seems determined that this is who she is meant to be. I know she is better than this, I simply know it.” There was a crack in his armor, and she could feel the worry and fear coming off of him. It was abundantly clear that he cared deeply for this girl.

“Have you thought perhaps your brother is right? He would know best what it means to be a hybrid.” She kept her voice soft but strong, and his gaze snapped to hers. He was angry now, but she wasn’t about to lie to him. “You’ve only ever been two species: human and vampire. You’ve had so long to adjust to becoming different. If I’m to understand what happened, Hayley believed herself human, and then found herself to be a werewolf. To become a new species, not to mention all that has happened during that time, would completely shatter a weaker mind.” His brow furrowed, and she sighed. “The fact that Hayley is fighting rather than simply letting herself waste away is a testament to her strength and willpower. Given time to heal and adjust, she may surprise you with how powerful she can be.” He nodded slowly, standing and rebuttoning his jacket. Cella remained seated, looking up at him and waiting for his answer.

“I thank you for listening, Viticella. I will…take it under consideration.” He left abruptly, and Cella was left to hope that she’d said the right thing. It didn’t seem like he had taken what she said to heart, but she was simply taking victory in the fact he’d felt he could ask her about it. It wasn’t long before Klaus showed up again, giving her a smirk.

“Cella, I have a task for you.” She nodded, standing in front of him. “I need you to go track down a specific witch for me. Her name is Davina.” Cella committed the name to memory.

“What does she look like?” It wasn’t a far leap to guess this was an ancestral witch, but she wouldn’t take chances finding the wrong one. Klaus described the girl with incredible detail and sent her on her way, telling her to check with a restaurant called Rousseau’s first. She was off in no time, a small satchel of herbs with her as she strode down the street. The restaurant wasn’t hard to find, and neither was the girl; it appeared she was in danger. Several men surrounded her and a young man, and Cella moved quickly. As they all moved to attack, she stepped in, snapping the neck of one and contorting the body of another. Davina was pinned, yelling a name. In the blink of an eye, a man appeared, and the murderous glint in his eyes was unmistakable. He dispatched with the wolves quickly enough, and Cella fought her way closer to Davina. The man turned on the young girl, biting her viciously, and Cella summoned her strength, ripping him away with a flick of her hand. A dark skinned vampire was there, holding the girl, and Cella put herself between the couple and the murderous vampire, holding up a hand. Elijah appeared, slamming his father into a wall, and the two men fought while she turned her attention to the girl’s injuries. The dark skinned vampire watched her warily as she took a deep breath and let her hands hover over the wound. She was cut short by a yell from Elijah, and she turned to see the murderous vampire burying a stake in his chest. Without thinking, she launched herself at the aggressor, landing on his back. Without thinking, she conjured fire in her hand, ignoring the heat as she pressed it against his shoulder. He released Elijah, throwing her into a nearby wall hard. Davina shouted a command and it all seemed to end, with the vampire disappearing and leaving them all to recover.

“What are you doing here?” Elijah hoisted Cella off the floor a bit roughly, and she bit her lip to hold back a small cry of pain. The dark skinned vampire and Davina seemed to be arguing nearby, though Cella didn’t care to listen in.

“Klaus sent me to get Davina. I didn’t realize it would be a brawl or I would have prepared better.” Cella let a touch of amusement tinge her voice, even as her gaze landed on the slowly healing wound in his chest. “Who was he?”

“Mikael. Our father.” There was a dark hatred in Elijah’s voice, and Cella shrank away from the waves coming off of him. He gave her a curious look, and she focused on finding Davina. It appeared the young witch had disappeared, leaving her young male friend behind. He looked around in shock, meeting Elijah’s gaze. Once he confirmed he truly hadn’t seen anything, they all left, though Elijah went with the dark skinned vampire to another location while she shuffled home alone. Klaus wasn’t there, and she was grateful to have some time alone to recover. As she settled into a hot bath and started to wash away the blood and dirt, she wondered just what she’d managed to get herself into.

#the originals #Elijah MikaelsonxOFC #Original Female Character #fanfiction

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99 Problems (Part 2)

Warnings: None

Words: 1256

Two weeks passed before Sam came back, this time with Cas in tow. The angel and Robby seemed to get along famously, and Stella was happy that so far everything was working out. They had lunch out in the backyard, all taking turns playing with Robby. No one mentioned Dean, and she was more grateful. 

“He’s an amazing kid, Stella.” She and Sam were resting at a table while Cas played with her son. A beer for him, a lemonade for her, they sat at the picnic table and watched. “You did good.” She smiled over at her friend, happy to have his praise. She always worried about Robby only having one parent; it was the number one reason she’d given up hunting. Now, watching him run in circles with one of her closest friends, she was glad for it. She wouldn’t change her decision to keep Robby for anything.

“Thank you. You guys coming to visit is the best thing he could ask for.” Sam gave her a curious look and she shrugged. “I’ve told him about you two, and Dean. Mostly bed time stories, and only when he asks.” Sam turned back to the display in the yard.

“What do you tell him? I mean, I hope not everything…” He trailed off and she laughed, shaking her head. The details of their hunts would have to wait until he was older.

“No, not everything. But, I also wasn’t going to be that mom who tells her kid his father is dead.” Her smile faded a bit. “I told him you’re all heroes, fighting monsters to make sure we’re safe. That his daddy wants to be with us, but wants us safe more.” Sam took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Stella gave him a grateful look. “I know it’s not one hundred percent true, but it’s better than the truth, don’t you think?” Sam nodded.

“You know, Dean’s changed in the last five years. Maybe-“

“Sam, no.” Stella cut him off, shaking her head. “I’m not going to put Robby through what I went through. I don’t want him thinking he isn’t wanted or loved.” Sam nodded again, backing off. She knew he’d bring it up again; Sam had always wanted a full family. She had hoped this would work out for him just fine.

“So, what stories have you told Robby about me?” He gave a small smile, and she was grateful for the change in topic. They discussed her bevy of bedtime stories, and Sam gave her a few more funny and happy ones to tell. When they finally left, Robby was tired enough to go right to bed, and she was happy to have her family back.

The next few months passed in a similar fashion, with Sam and Cas visiting as often as they could. They all took Robby trick or treating on Halloween, in costume of course, and shared a Thanksgiving dinner together. It finally felt like a real home, with laughter and love filling the space. Even now, as Stella was putting the finishing touches on Christmas Eve dinner, she couldn’t help but feel excitement to see them again. Robby had managed to convince them to stay the night and be there for Christmas morning, and she couldn’t protest. It would be nice to have them here. Stella heard a knock on the door just before it opened, followed by an excited squeal; Sam and Cas had arrived. She made sure everything was set before heading out to greet them. Her blood ran cold and all joy left her as she saw the all too familiar man in the doorway. He’d grown some, and was even more handsome if possible. He also looked absolutely livid.

“Uncle Sam, Uncle Cas, come see what I made!” Robby was already dragging the two men by the hand towards the kitchen where they’d made a gingerbread house earlier. Sam gave her an apologetic look, mouthing he could explain later. All too soon, they were gone, leaving her alone with Dean.

“Hello, Dean.” Her voice came out surprisingly steady, and she called on what reserves of courage she had to get through this. “What brings you here?” He mouth was set in a tight line, and a part of her wanted to do anything to remove that tension. He set his go bag aside, and she realized he intended to stay as well.

“Got curious as to where my brother’s been disappearing to lately, so I tagged along.” His voice was gruff, deeper than it had been when she’d last seen him. She gave a nod; of course he would have noticed Sam wandering off. She stepped forward, dropping her gaze as she lifted his bag.

“Make yourself at home, then. I’ll get this up to a room for you.” She turned on her heel before he could say another word, heading upstairs. She put the bag in the room furthest from Robby’s, not willing to let Dean stay that close just yet. Downstairs, she saw three large pairs of boots by the door, and couldn’t help but wish it would be like this all the time. In the kitchen, Robby sat on Sam’s lap as they snacked on stolen cookies, Cas sitting nearby. Dean leaned against a counter, watching his son and brother with an unreadable expression. She moved to stand near him, knowing he’d have a thing or two to say.

“So, you kept him.” That statement, filled with no small amount of resentment, hurt. Stella turned to face him, effectively turning her back to her son. Any semblance of her good hostess act was gone, replaced with a rage-filled hunter capable of some pretty horrible things.

“If you’re here to hurt him, or ruin this holiday for him in any way, you can turn around and leave.” Her voice was a deadly quiet, and his gaze snapped to her in surprise. “If you think for one moment I’ll keep you here at his expense, you have another thing coming. I’d be more than happy to toss you out myself.” Dean seemed to consider her, looking her over. Without removing her steely glare from her, she changed her tone and called to the table. “Robby, sweetie, can you show Uncle Sam and Uncle Cas how we set the table?” The boy was a flurry of movement, directing the two men. She could feel Sam look at her occasionally. Her voice dropped again as she addressed Dean. “Now, are you willing to behave? Because it might look bad if I throw you out in front of Robby.” He gave a stiff nod, and she was pleased to see he was wary of her. Giving her most dazzling smile, she gave her own nod. “Good. Now, you can help me carry the food out.” She left a dazed Dean leaning against the counter, grabbing some of the food and carrying it out.

“Are you okay?” Sam whispered near her ear, and she gave him a grateful look. At her nod, he gave a small smile and moved to finish the task. They made it through dinner easily, though slowly Dean was being noticed by Robby. When her son climbed into her lap after the meal, she knew what was coming.

“Mommy, who is that man?” He openly pointed at Dean, and the conversation at the table died off. Sam and Cas looked worried, while Dean just looked…unhappy. Straightening and giving the man a stern look, she spoke.

“That’s your daddy, sweetie.”

#Supernatural #dean winchesterxofc #Original Female Character #fanfiction

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Russian Roulette (Part 3)

Warnings: None

Words: 599

Her time with the team made Alex more comfortable and each passing mission brought her closer to all of them. It only took a month for her to realize she found Hotch attractive, and a day to decide to try and avoid him when necessary. It was working so far, and so she felt she could probably keep it up. The bosses had been nice enough to give them all Valentine’s off; that led to Alex drinking alone in a bar and trying not to make eye contact with the skeevy guy at the end of the bar who’d been staring at her for an hour. She didn’t know what she’d expected, going out tonight of all nights, but it felt nice just to be somewhere that wasn’t home, the office, or a crime scene. When someone took the seat next to her, she didn’t even bother to look at them, sipping her third bourbon of the night and watching whatever game was on the TV tonight.

“Alex?” Her head turned quickly to take in the one man she definitely didn’t want to see on Valentine’s. Hotch sat there with an amused expression, dress shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows and tie long gone.

“Hotch…what are you doing here?” He arched a brow, though the amused look never left his face. Before answering, he waved the bartender over, ordering his own whiskey. She finished her glass and ordered another, needing more than a buzz to get through whatever embarrassment she was going to endure in front of her boss.

“I was just grabbing a night out. Unfortunately, I don’t get many of them.” The drinks arrived, and she took a somewhat larger sip than normal. He sipped his as well. “What brings you here? Meeting someone?” She snorted, noting too late that the alcohol was clearly already kicking in.

“What gave you that idea?” Hotch turned to face her fully, drink in hand. Though she knew he was just going to profile her, it somehow felt more intimate.

“Well, for starters, you’ve taken the time to curl your hair and do your make up. The necklace around your throat is eye catching, but not gaudy. Your dress,” here he hesitated, taking a larger sip of his drink as though bracing himself, “your dress is form fitting, and the lace could be considered flirtatious.” That had been her exact thought when she bought the dress. A combination of lace and body con material, it sat around mid-thigh in a deep red color. It was one of her favorites; it matched her hair and eyes perfectly.

“I suppose you aren’t wrong.” She finished her drink, her pleasing buzz quickly gaining on her. Deciding it was time to slow down, she waved the bartender off. Hotch appeared to be on his second whiskey already. “And what about you? Surely you’ve got a hot date waiting.” There was a snort from him this time, and it was nice to know she wasn’t alone in this. He downed half his drink as he shook his head.

“My son is with his mom tonight, so I’m just enjoying my free time.” Her eyes widened just a bit at this new piece of information, and he seemed to read her surprise on her face. “Yeah, I know. I don’t seem like the dad type, do I?” He gave a laugh and she joined in. They spent a good amount of time getting to know each other over drinks. Hotch offered to share a cab, which Alex had accepted with drunken giggles, and they’d left around midnight.

#Criminal Minds #fanfiction #aaron hotchnerxofc #Original Female Character

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Free Falling (Part 3)

Warnings: None

Words: 1147

The next few days were mostly uneventful, though Clark seemed to be much more relaxed. Although Mack wasn’t eager to get into trouble, she did want to meet Superman again, if only to thank him properly. It took a few days to convince herself before she made her way to the roof on a slow Sunday evening, a tupperware container full of cookies from a large batch she’d made while bored. She hadn’t had much cause to visit the roof, since there wouldn’t be any stars anyway, but she found it was actually a nice open area. She made a mental note to ask her landlord about putting some sort of garden up here as she set the cookies on the ledge and looked out over the city.

“Uh...Superman?” She felt like an idiot just calling his name out into the twilight, but it was the only way she could think to reach him without getting mugged again. “If you’re not too busy, I’d like to ask you to stop by.” With that, she settled in to wait, leaning against the waist high ledge at the edge of the roof and watching as the city glowed with endless lights. It was actually somewhat pretty from up here, and she smiled at the idea of getting some pictures for her apartment.

“Excuse me, miss?” The voice behind her gave her a start, and she was glad she didn’t knock the cookies over the edge. Turning, she watched as Superman landed behind her, cape billowing behind him in a dramatic fashion before settling with him. “You...wanted to see me?” He seemed wary, so she put on her friendliest smile, not wanting to seem like a threat.

“Yeah. I wanted to give you a proper thanks for saving me the other night.” He looked surprised, and she stepped forward carefully, container held out towards him. As she got closer, she noted how much taller than her she was, again bothered by the idea that he was familiar. He took the cookies with a small smile. “They’re sugar cookies. I tend to bake when I get bored.”

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.” He ran a hand through his hair, and it hit her then. He looked an awful lot like Clark. Her head tipped to one side as she studied him closer, matching key features.

“Anytime.” He seemed to notice her staring, clearing his throat.

“I should go. I’ll be sure to return the container.” Without another word he took off, her hair ruffling in the breeze left from his departure. Heading inside, she wondered how Clark would feel if she told him he looked like a hero. Maybe she could convince him to cosplay it at a convention next summer. As she headed back downstairs, she ran into Clark leaving, giving him a smile.

“Hey Clark. Headed out?” He nodded, giving her a sheepish smile.

“I’m, uh, meeting someone.” Arching a brow, Mack grinned.

“Really? Well, have fun. I’m sure she’s a lovely lady.” He blushed brightly, nodding and turning for the elevator. “Oh, and Clark? I made some cookies. I’ll leave some on your counter.” He turned to give her a nod and a thumbs up before disappearing into the elevator. She smiled, happy he seemed to be doing well, before heading inside and grabbing the cookies to bring him. Mack spent a good rest of the night eating a portion of the cookies she made and binge watching Netflix. Clark texted her when he got home as usual, though she wasn’t sure why he insisted on it, thanking her for the cookies. She sent a quick reply, focusing back in on her show. It wasn’t until she heard a crash from across the hall that she snapped out of her television-induced stupor, getting up quickly and letting herself into his apartment. She found him sprawled on the floor, his glasses a foot away with him getting up slowly. She chuckled, moving to crouch down and scoop up his glasses.

“Thanks.” He looked up, holding a hand out for them, and they both froze. Mack’s eyes widened as she took in the now super familiar face, and he seemed to realize at the same time. “Mack…”

“Holy shit…” Coming to her senses, she offered him his glasses, watching as he seemed to pull them on as quickly as possible. She sat back on her heels, her lips pressed together in a tight line as Clark gave her a wary look. They sat in silence for a few moments before he stood and offered her a hand up. Only hesitating a moment, she took his hand, standing and making sure she gave him his space.

“I think we’re going to need to talk about this.” She nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. The idea that her friend and neighbor was some sort of hero had yet to sink in fully and she was doing her best sort it all out in her head. He gestured to the living room, and they both moved to sit on the couch. Mack stayed quiet, giving him the chance to speak in his own time. “I hope you won’t tell anyone about this.” She blinked, surprised.

“Why would I? It’s not exactly my secret to blurt from the rooftops.” Giving a smile in an attempt to relieve the tension, Mack looked up at her friend. He seemed so worried about this whole thing. “Seriously, Clark, you can trust me.”

“I know I can, but…” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Mack frowned, reaching out to take his hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze. “I guess I’m just worried you’ll get hurt.” She nodded slowly, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand.

“I can’t promise I won’t, but that would be true whether you were Superman or not.” He was giving her a pained look and she scooted closer to pull him into a hug. “You’ll still be my friend, Clark. It just means, maybe, I can help you a bit.” He stayed quiet, his face buried in her shoulder. Mack felt helpless, just wanting to get him to smile again, and said the first thing she could think of. “Wait a minute...that means you got double cookies.” She pulled back to give him a playful glare. “You could have just asked for more.” That seemed to work, drawing a short chuckle from him.

“I’ll remember that next time.” He finally pulled away, taking a deep breath. “Maybe you knowing will be a good thing.” She nodded, tucking her legs under her. After a little while, Clark seemed to relax a bit, and together they decided take out and a movie were in order. Mack was glad she had this time with her friend, but she worried about what this may mean in the future.

#Superman #Clark KentxOFC #Original Female Character #fanfiction #DCEU

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Left (Part 3)

Warnings: None

Words: 1213

It seemed to take forever to reach Castle Black, and even longer to convince them to open the gate. It seemed they were fairly strict against women at the fort, though one could swear there was something else that was causing the issue. A stable boy took her horse and one of the Watchmen brought her to the Lord Commander, a large man called Mormont. He explained that the maester had asked for her presence based on a request from his steward, Samwell Tarly; there was a touch of disappointment at the idea that Jon hadn’t been the one to ask. Once it was confirmed that a room would be prepared for her near Samwell’s and that she was to meet the young man and the maester immediately for more instructions. She nodded, dropping her gaze to the floor as a man led her away. Her shoulder knocked against someone’s side, and she was quick to apologize. The maester seemed like a kindly old man, and soon he was introducing her to his steward.

“Samwell Tarly, my lady. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He gave her a shallow bow, and she couldn’t help but give her own smile. He certainly seemed friendly enough, and she began to relax.

“And you, ser.” He seemed to blush lightly before gesturing for a young woman with a bundle to step forward.

“This is Gilly. Gilly, this is Marleigh, a friend of Jon’s.” The name rocked through her and she couldn’t keep the shock off her face. If either noticed, they ignored it for now. “And this is Samwell Jr.” The baby was adorable, all blonde hair and blue eyes. Instantly, Marleigh softened, giving a warm smile to the baby and cooing.

“Is he yours?” She looked up at the elder Sam and he shook his head.

“No, we rescued them, from North of the Wall.” Marleigh’s eyes widened. “They just want a better life. I wrote you because Jon seemed to think rather highly of you, and Gilly could really use the help. Castle Black isn’t exactly an ideal place for babies, but they are staying with me.” He seemed to puff up and Marleigh got the distinct impression that he cared rather deeply for this girl. With a smile, she nodded, and Gilly’s face lit up with relief and happiness.

“Thank you, my lady.” Marleigh shook her head, giving a chuckle as she hesitantly reached for the baby.

“I’m no lady. You can both just call me Marleigh.” They nodded, the baby placed in her arms. Looking between them, she gave a look to Gilly. “And you look like you could use more sleep. Off to bed with you, I’ll keep an eye on the small one for now.” Gilly glanced to Samwell, who gave a nod and an encouraging smile, before thanking Marleigh and walking off. Samwell excused himself, saying he had matters to attend to, leaving Marleigh with the little bundle of joy. It wasn’t the first time she’d been asked to help with children, and she briefly wondered why Samwell had sent for her of all people. Turning in the dining hall, she thought a bit before using her foot to drag a bench closer to the fireplace, settling down and cooing to the baby. She heard the door open and close, a brief chill breeze washing over her, but didn’t look up from the babe.

“Lee?” Her head snapped up at the familiar voice, green eyes meeting with the familiar dark eyes of her friend. Jon looked shocked to see her, as though she may be a ghost; at his side, Ghost glanced between the two of them before trotting over to her, allowing her to pet his head. He was significantly larger than he had been at Winterfell, though if the legends were true, he would likely get a bit bigger. “What are you doing here?” He moved closer, sitting on another nearby bench.

“Samwell sent for me. I assume you mentioned me at some point.” His cheeks grew red, and she ducked her head to the wolf. “Hello again, Ghost. I trust you’re behaving well for the Watch?” He looked up at her with his striking red eyes, tongue lolling out on one side as he panted.

“Why would Sam send for you?” His voice sounded accusatory, and she began to consider that he wouldn’t want her here. The memory of their goodbye flashed in her head and her cheeks began to grow warm.

“He said Gilly needed help with her baby. I was only too happy to come.” There were a few moments of silence between them as she focused on the child, who’d fallen asleep easily in her arms. The warmth of the fire combined with her journey made her own self tired, but she pushed it away.

“How are things at home?” His voice was softer now, and she chanced a glance up at him. It was clear he had changed; he was harder, more tired, and it seemed as though something heavy weighed on him.

“They’re not good, Jon.” His brow furrowed. “Ramsay Bolton and his father own Winterfell now. There are no more Starks.” She could see the shock and pain register on his face, and she reached out without thinking, brushing her fingertips over his hand gently. He always seemed to be just out of reach when it mattered. “As far as I know, Sansa is still alive. Possibly Aria. And there are whispers that Bran and Rickon escaped, with Hodor.” He nodded, turning his hand to capture her own. The touch sent shivers along her spine, though she didn’t pull away.

“Ramsay was a bastard, wasn’t he?” She nodded, carefully balancing the child and trying not to wake him. Likely, he needed the sleep just as badly as his mother.

“”Legitimized by the King as Roose Bolton’s heir.” Jon nodded again, eyes trained on their joined hands. She knew it would be a lot for him to take in and she sighed. “I’m sorry for coming, Jon. Ramsay said I had to, to make it easier to tell the Watch about Winterfell.” His eyes met hers briefly, and she slipped her hand from his gently. “I don’t mean to make things difficult for you. I’ll stay out of your way, I promise.”

“Is that what you think? That I don’t want you here?” She nodded slowly and he huffed, dragging a hand through the dark curls atop his head. “You’re my friend, Marleigh. Of course I’ve missed you, and I am happy to see you.” He gave a smile and she gave a small one of her own in return. “Guess I just hadn’t expected to see you again, here.”

“I understand. Like I said, it will be like I’m not actually here.” Standing with the baby, she did her best to nudge the bench back into place, not surprised when Jon did the work for her. “I’m going to go put Samwell Jr down for his nap. It was nice seeing you, Jon.” He gave a murmured goodbye and she wandered off, stopping at Gilly’s room with help from a Watchman to set Samwell to bed before finding her own room again, collapsing into the furs and falling asleep easily.

#Game of Thrones #Fanfiction #Jon SnowxOFC #Original Female Character #Samwell Tarly #Lord Commander Mormont #Gilly

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Just Give Me A Reason (Part Two)

Warnings: None

Words: 1191

The parents had come to get their kids shortly after they arrived back at Sonja's home, and many were thanking her profusely for taking them on such an adventure. She had smiled and explained how it was nothing, but once they were all gone her smile was gone. She clenched her fists as they began to shake, and she began to consider moving again. Of all the realms, why did he have to be on this one? Why did he have to recognize her? How had he recognized her? She looked at her long brown hair, frowning. Maybe it was time to cut it again after all.

A sharp knock on the door pulled Sonja violently from her thoughts. She approached slowly, opening it just a crack. There he stood, on her doorstep with a pained, regretful look on his face. She didn't particularly want to see him, but she wasn't about to admit he was right, either.

"What are you doing here?" She didn't open the door anymore, not wanting him to think she was inviting him into her home. He took a deep breath, and she briefly wondered if this was hard on him as well.

"Sigyn, I know it is you. You may appear as the mortals do, but I know you best." He pressed as close as the door allowed, and she had to fight the urge to slam it in his face. "Please, let me in. I simply wish to speak with you, nothing more." Memories came unbidden and unwanted to her mind, of the times they had sat in his sitting room, discussing books and court gossip. She took a shaky breath, opening the door just a bit more but blocking the opening with her body.

"Loki, you need to leave." She let her natural accent slip through, and a look of relief crossed his face. He reached for her, but she shook her head. "No. You need to leave, please, before someone sees you here." He looked confused.

"I did not come to harm you, if that is your worry. I can have Thor come to chaperone if it's truly a problem." She groaned, closing her eyes briefly and taking a deep breath.

"Loki, it is not a matter of propriety. I don't want you here. And there is nothing we need to discuss." Her chest ached with feelings she was sure she hadn't felt in over a century; she certainly didn't want to feel them now. He looked wounded, and she couldn't help the regret that poured into her. She debated a few minutes before cursing herself under her breath quietly and opening the door fully. "Fine, you can have five minutes. But then you leave." He rushed in before she could stop him and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm to have five minutes? Norns, Sigyn, I haven't seen you in 200 years!" He exclaimed. She wriggled out of his grasp and moved to close the door, before leading the way to the den. Loki followed behind, looking around in interest at her home. A home you'll have to leave now… The bitter thought was more than unwelcome as she took a seat on her couch. Loki sat next to her, turning to face her as fully as he could. He studied her closely, seeming to be comparing what he saw to his memory.

"So, why are you here, Loki?" He blinked at her wary tone, taking in her crossed arms.

"Sigyn, we were the best of friends, and then one day you were gone. You didn't say goodbye, or leave a note, and all my mother would say was you had gone home." He shook his head. "I wanted to look for you, but she said I couldn't. Why did you leave?" Her jaw clenched at his innocent question, though she had spent a long time hoping this day wouldn't come.

"I left because I couldn't stand to be at court any longer. My family was…disappointed, but understanding. I would not have wanted you to come looking for me, and I'm less than happy that you found me today." She had dropped her gaze to the sofa, shifting uncomfortably. She knew he was looking at her, and she knew what was coming next. "I don't know what you expected, coming here to speak with me. It does not change anything." He moved closer, and she fought with herself on whether or not to move closer or away. He took her chin gently and brought her face back up to his.

"Sigyn, I came here to plead with you. I have missed my friend deeply." Loki looked genuinely sad, and Sonja couldn't help but feel bad. "At least tell me what at court made you leave us." She studied him for a bit, wondering if he already knew and was simply making her admit it; he didn't seem to.

"I left because you found yourself enthralled with the Lady Sif, Loki." He blinked, clearly surprised. "Oh please, you knew I was convinced I had fallen in love. I'd done everything short of proposing to you myself." She flushed, embarrassed by admitting to something like this. She pulled away from his grasp and stood, running a hand through her hair and turning her back to him. "Within a week of her arrival, you no longer wanted to spend tea with me or walk the gardens. I stayed as long as I could, but it became too much to constantly hear of Sif. I spoke with your mother, and she helped me plan my trip home." She turned to him, and noted the small spark of pain and anger in his gaze. She sighed, starting for the door again. "Perhaps it's best you leave now. Please do not tell Thor of this." Loki stood quickly, grabbing her arm and turning her to face him quickly. She frowned, looking up at him in confusion.

"Why did you not tell me of this? I could have helped, I…I…"

"What, Loki? What would you have done?" Anger spiked in Sonja's chest. "You were determined that Sif would be yours. I lost the only true friend I had a court. You would not have done anything, other than brush me away when I spoke to you of how I felt." She glared and roughly pulled her arm from his grasp. He looked absolutely shocked, and she could understand why; she had always been so soft spoken, so eager to please the royal family of Asgard. Midgard had changed her a great deal. "Now, leave. You bring nothing but memories I no longer want." He seemed to collapse, but nodded, and she led him out. He stepped out the door, but turned at the last minute.

"I swear to you, Sigyn, I will make it up to you. I will earn your friendship again, no matter the cost." He leaned in to peck her cheek before leaving quickly, leaving a frustrated and confused Sonja in his wake. She couldn't help but think of all the ways it could have happened differently, and she knew this was only the beginning.

#Loki Laufeyson #MCU #Fanfiction #LokixOFC

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Fire (Part Two)

Warnings: None

Words: 700

The brothers had taken the time to introduce themselves; the one who had given her a chance was Klaus, and the one in the suit was Elijah. Cella was surprised to learn that the woman was not their sister, Rebekah, but in fact a hybrid named Hayley. It seemed they were in the middle of a conflict already, and Cella was more than happy to jump in. They didn’t tell her much; it was clear they didn’t trust witches currently, but the men definitely remembered members of her family from their past. Elijah and Hayley stepped out of the room, leaving her with Klaus who was giving her a calculated look.

“Why would you want to help us now? We haven’t heard from your family in ages.” She understood his concern, as her family had lost contact with the Mikaelsons some time ago. She turned to face him fully, even as she pulled out an old leather journal.

“My mother was the one who wanted to cut contact. Said she didn’t want her children being made to serve.” Setting the journal in front of him, she waited until he took it to continue. “My grandmother, however, believed it to be our purpose. Our reason for being on this earth as long as we have been. I agree with her.” Klaus arched a brow as he flicked through the writings, reading through the entries quickly. “Before she died, my grandmother made sure I would have what I needed to continue our work.”

“I remember her.” His voice was soft as he set the journal back in front of her, meeting her gaze. “She was an amazing woman, and a gifted witch. Never failed to assist us, whatever we needed.” His voice lowered a bit, and he dropped his gaze to the table again. “Even when it came to Mikael.” Cella nodded slowly, and he seemed to pull himself together quickly, smirking at her. “So, little witch, I believe we can put you to use immediately.”

“Really?” As he stood, so did she, stuffing the journal back into her bag. “What do you need?” He headed for the door and she followed.

“There’s a war brewing here in New Orleans. We’re likely going to need your assistance.” He didn’t slow down, leading her down the hallway. He threw open a door, leading her into what looked like a small suite. “You can stay here for your time with us. Get settled, never know how soon we’ll need you.” With that and a flourish, he was gone, and she huffed as she looked around her new home. Cella took the time to settle in, organizing what few supplies she had on her person. It didn’t take long for her to hear her name called, and she headed towards the sound. All three were gathered, and each seemed tense.

“What is it?” Elijah seemed to be avoiding looking at her, while Klaus gave her a deadly smile.

“Our first battle. Do you have the necessary supplies for a protection spell?”

“That would depend. What do you want protected, and from what?” Hayley seemed anxious, bouncing from one foot to the other.

“I need you to protect us.” She nodded. “From werewolves. Lots of them.” A powerful spell, but nothing she couldn’t manage. Cella gave yet another nod.

“I can do that. It will take me about an hour to prepare.”

“Then that is all the time you will have. We cannot wait forever.” Elijah’s tone was cold, and she almost shivered from the energy it gave off. He brushed past her on his way out, and she looked between Klaus and Hayley.

“I can work faster with assistance, if one of you doesn’t mind.” Hayley stepped forward, nodding.

“I’ll help. I need something to do anyway.” The two women headed back to Cella’s room in silence, immediately beginning preparations. Forty five minutes later, just as they finished, Elijah pulled Hayley outside. Cella finished the spell alone, murmuring the incantation to finish it off. She could feel the energy shift and move towards the three of them just as Hayley and Elijah returned.

“It’s done.” They nodded and left, leaving her to clean up alone.

#the originals #Elijah MikaelsonxOFC #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #fanfiction

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99 Problems (Part One)

Warnings: None

Words: 1238

Five Years Later…

“Mommy, wake up!” Stella grunted as a small body collided into hers, pulling her from a fairly nice dream in a flurry of movement. As her son chattered next to her, she sat up and stretched, a smile moving to her lips at the excitement in his voice. Today was his first day of school, and he was clearly over the moon about it.

“Robby, go get dressed.” Stella shooed him away and climbed out of bed, giving another stretch before shuffling to her own closet. In truth, she was just as excited as her boy; her own childhood had been less than stellar, and she was determined to make his perfect. Ten minutes later found her down in the kitchen making his breakfast. He came in with his clothes all picked out, holding up his socks for her help. She grinned, lifting him into a chair and tugging them on. Breakfast was eggs and toast, and soon enough she was walking him to the bus at the end of the driveway. She sighed, watching the large yellow vehicle pull away before turning to head inside and start her own day.

Stella was surprised when she found the day was nearly over, and tucked the papers into her desk. The bus would be back soon, and she wanted to be out when her boy came home. There was a small twinge at the idea that a father could have been waiting as well, but she pushed it away. They had done just fine for themselves for the last five years, and they would continue. She stepped out the door just as the bus rolled to a stop in front of their house, grinning as Robby bounded down the steps and ran towards her. They shared a hug before heading inside, Stella listening as he extolled her with stories from his first day. She got him set up with a snack and juice, sitting with him until there was a sharp knock at the door. Telling Robby to stay put, she moved to open the door. Her smile faded away as she looked up at a man she was sure she wouldn’t see again.

“Hey Stella.” Sam had aged well, and a part of her was happy to see him. He looked nervous, as though she might attack him, and it took her a minute to realize that’s exactly what he expected. Instead, she took a deep breath and put a tentative smile on her face.

“Sam. What brings you here?” He shrugged, before bending to hug her tightly. She returned it just as tightly, happy to have her friend back in her life. She pulled away just as Robby came around the corner, looking at the two of them curiously.

“Mommy, who is that?” She gave a small laugh at his direct question, while Sam stared at the little human in shock. She knew what he would see: dark, almost black hair like her own, but with green eyes like his father. Robby even had a spattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose.

“Sweetie, this is your Uncle Sam.” Sam gave her an alarmed look, and she waved him off. It was about time her son had some extended family that he knew. Robby’s face lit up with excitement, and he ran right over to stare up at Sam. Stella picked the boy up to give him a better look.

“Uncle Sam, like from the stories?” Sam was looking between the two of them with a confused look as Stella laughed.

“Yes, like the stories.” Robby’s eyes got even wider, if possible, and he turned back to his uncle. After a moment, he reached towards him, and Sam carefully took the boy from her. The two studied each other for a few moments before Sam finally spoke.

“So, what’s your name, then?” His tone was friendly, and Stella released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Robby puffed out his chest in pride.

“My name is Robert, but Mommy calls me Robby. She says I was named after another hero, like you.” Stella could see the declaration shook Sam a bit, and she gave a small chuckle.

“Robby, why don’t you go finish your snack so I can talk to Uncle Sam for a bit, okay?” He nodded, and Sam set him down, watching as he scurried back to the kitchen. He stared after the boy even as he spoke to her.

“I’m sorry. When Cas said he knew where you were, I hadn’t expected…”

“I know.” Stella sighed, shaking her head at the memory of what had happened all those years ago. “But, we get along just fine. Robby just started school, and I have a job that lets me work from home.” Sam turned, studying her for a few moments.

“Stella, you have to know that we wanted you to stay with us.” Her stomach rolled at the admission. “Dean, he…he did the wrong thing, but he meant well.” She was already shaking her head before he finished.

“Sam, I don’t particularly want to talk about him. He didn’t want to be involved, and I’d like to keep it that way.” She gave him a stern look, leaving no room for argument. “I don’t see why he has to hear about any of this.” Sam nodded, though his clenched jaw gave her the distinct impression he didn’t like it.

“Are you opposed to Cas and I visiting more? You know, get to know Robby and such?” She was touched at his request, and took a moment to genuinely think it over.

“I don’t see why not. It might be good for Robby to have other family besides me.” Stella nodded, patting the large man’s arm. “Now, I assume if you’re out here, Dean is somewhat nearby, and we don’t want him to come looking for you.” The name hurt just a bit to speak, but given all the stories Robby had pulled from her, it was easier than it used to be. The little ball energy appeared between them as if summoned by her thought, tugging on her pant leg with a drawing in hand. She scooped him up, and he turned right to Sam.

“Uncle Sam, can you give this to my daddy?” It was a scribble, but she thought she could make out some people and a house. Sadness threatened to choke her as she looked up at Sam. He seemed torn, even as he took the picture.

“I’ll do my best, Robby. I don’t always see him.” He folded the picture carefully and tucked it into his wallet. Robby seemed satisfied with that answer, squirming to be let down. Stella allowed it, and he moved to stand in front of his uncle. If it weren’t for the circumstances, the size difference would have made her laugh. Sam kneeled down, gathering the child to him in a hug. “I gotta go, now, but I’ll be back to visit. Okay?” Robby nodded, oblivious to the tension in the room. Stella took a deep breath to get her feelings under control. “Be good, buddy.” Sam stood, gave her a hug, and stepped out of the door. Stella tried to get back into the usual routine with Robby, making dinner and listening to him talk about his Uncle Sam. Inside, there was a small glimmer of hope for her tiny family.

#Supernatural #fanfiction #dean winchesterxofc #Sam Winchester #Castiel