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perriewinklenerdie · 3 years

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Married (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 2,4 k

Summary: Parts of Ines’s wedding told from Ethan’s perspective feat. E&C dancing, staring at each other during the wedding, basically being a married couple and everyone calling them out for it. OH3 Chapter 11 added content.

Warnings: None, it’s fluff town all the way

A/N: I feel scammed by PB. All the golden opportunities - wasted. So I fixed it.

His shoes sank a bit in the sand as he began walking towards the venue. More and more people were beginning to arrive, sounds of conversation and laughter increasing by the minute. He recognized his coworkers with ease and approached them. The first to notice him is Tobias, his eyebrow arching slightly at the sight of him.

“You came alone? Where’s Herondale?” he asked, looking over Ethan’s shoulder to search for the blonde resident.

“She helped me fix my tie, then kicked me out of our room. And refused to let me see the dress.” He explained, shrugging with a helpless laugh. Harper laughed along with him, clapping her hands gently.

“That’s wife behavior. Are you sure you two aren’t married?”

“Dude, if you two eloped, I’m not going to be working out with you anymore.” Bryce chimed in, acting as though he was offended, a serious look overtaking his face.

“Where would you- why would you- “ Ethan started stumbling over his words, realizing only after a moment that everyone was smirking at him teasingly. He huffed, fighting a blush that creeped onto his cheeks anyway. “I see. You all think you’re funny.”

“You make it too easy, Ethan.” Harper giggled, shaking her head.

“And we know we’re funny, Ethan.” His mentor put his hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

“Hilarious, even.” Baz added.

A small sound of an incoming message caused everyone to stop talking. Sienna unlocked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen.

“Claire just texted me a photo of her in a dress.”

Immediately, everyone jumped to her side, long before Ethan could even move his finger. Once he woke up from the daze, he took a step towards the young doctor that he considered his friend. Zaid stopped him in his tracks with a hand pressed to his shoulder.

“She said to not let you see the photo.”

“Why?”

Her voice rang from behind him. “I wanted to see your reaction myself.”

Ethan turned around and, at once, his breath caught in his throat. His gaze dropped to her shoes and dragged up her body slowly. The gentle flow of her skirt, pink silk that he knew for sure would almost spill through his fingers. The bodice, snug against her chest, accentuating her curves and making his male brain run wild. Careful to not linger on her chest too long – he would not get crap from their friends for this – he finally looked at her face. She was grinning smugly with a bit of a nervous spark.

He stepped up to her, resting his hand on the dip of her waist, tracing the floral patterns under his touch. With his other hand, he grasped hers in a gentle manner, raising it to press a warm kiss to her fingers.

“You’re taking my breath away.” he muttered, staring at her intensely.

“Hypoxia is dangerous, maybe I should go.” Claire teased, leaning away a fraction of an inch. He immediately pushed on her back to stop her, their personal spaces merging.

“Not having you by my side is fatal.” He dropped his voice to a low rumble, her grin melting into the soft smile. Their lips met in a slow kiss, no heat to it, just pure emotions.

They remained like that for a prolonged moment, his hands carefully pressing her to his chest. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, making their bodies move in a swaying motion.

Jackie burst their bubble. “You, lovebirds, the brides are about to arrive, cut it out.”

Ethan pressed his lips to Claire’s one last time, then leaned away. Their noses brushed against one another as their eyes met. He whispered gently. “I’ll come find you after the ceremony.”

She pecked his cheek sweetly. “Can’t wait.”

He wasn’t particularly a fan of weddings. He wasn’t invited to a lot of them, either. If combined with his dislike for big social gatherings, one would come to the conclusion that Ethan Ramsey was miserable right in that moment.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

As Ines and Angie exchange vows and talk about their love for each other, his eyes find Claire. Sitting in her chair across the aisle, she’s holding Sienna’s hand and passing her a tissue. She’s all anyone could ever ask for, and the mere sight of her makes him fall down into the void of memories.

How far he’s come as a person. A cynic that dreaded what a new year would bring along with a new batch of interns. A man that had only two people in his life that he could call friends. A man that went to the bar every night to forget the day behind him, only to go back to his empty apartment. All of that was so long ago that he barely recognized that version of himself anymore. He was so different now.

He smiled more. Laughed, even, and found that he didn’t find stupid jokes Lahela made all the time half as annoying as he once did. He didn’t spend every waking moment at work. Instead, he enjoyed his time off. Still at a bar, but not to drink away his worries. Not alone – not anymore.

Now, he had someone to come home to.

Claire shook her head as she laughed at what Zaid said and Ethan’s heartbeat quickened. They grew together as people too, and along with that, their relationship evolved.

From the night they spent together in the NICU, when her head slowly fell onto his shoulder and he couldn’t find a single cell in his body to tell him to lean away. Because he wanted her to be close. It was the first moment in which he thought that maybe this brilliant woman was meant to be more to him than just an intern – and right after that, he squashed the idea back down.

Every hold of her hand, every silent sign of support, he cherished it all. Unknowingly falling deeper for the woman that would become the center of his universe before he realized what was happening.

Their kiss in Miami would be at the forefront of his mind in his every living second until he kissed her again. Growing stronger with each time his resolve broke and their lips met, softly or with wild abandonment.

The first time he could call her his – the first time he had her to himself. He knew in that moment that he was ruined for everyone else. No one would ever make him feel that way, ever again. He knew it damn well – and yet, he still fought against it.

Absence makes heart grow fonder. He now knew it was true. Months he spent away from her, keeping her at arm’s length, taught him as much. How could he deny those words when the moment he pulled her closer to him outside his apartment and their lips touched, he felt his mind go blank and his heart stop. He vowed to never let her leave again. To never lose her.

And then he almost did.

The thought alone made his muscles spasm, and he was a millisecond away from running to her side, just to feel her warmth and hear her heartbeat. Leaving her side now, even if only for a moment, even to do their job, caused a silent voice to go off in his head. A wave of panic usually followed, staying with him until he saw her again.

Thankfully, nowadays, she was within his reach most of the time. She never asked why he sometimes needed to pull her close and just hold onto her – she knew.

He felt the corners of his lips rise on their own accord. She was radiant in every second of every day. In that moment, she was the most beautiful person there. The idea that it was him that she continuously chose to be with, day after day, only made him smile wider.

This was it for him. He found his one and only, as cliché as that sounded – he knew it for sure. Guess weddings really did make people reflect on love after all.

Ethan was very much aware of how lovestruck he must have been looking in that moment. With his eyes on Claire, he was a picture of a man in love – and he was finally ready to admit that he was. He loved her.

Almost as though she could hear his thoughts, she turned around to look at him. Their eyes met and a brilliant smile bloomed on her face. His lips moved as he mouthed the words, her smile becoming gentler.

“I’m yours.”

She mouthed it right back to him.

Music wasn’t as obnoxious as he anticipated it to be. That didn’t, of course, mean that he condoned every dance move he saw the guests do. He decided to not complain, though – it was a day to be happy, he wouldn’t bring anyone down with his opinion on their questionable choices of moves.

Currently, he was seated by the table, nursing his whiskey. Mirani twins, Tobias and Naveen sat beside him, all five men watching their colleagues party with wine glasses in their hands.

“How long, do you think, will it take for one of them to break a glass?” Baz asked, leaning out of his seat to see his friends better. Zaid grinned, taking a sip of his drink.

“Any second now. And my bet is on Varma.”

“Why?” Tobias’s face twisted in confusion as he turned towards him, intrigued. Zaid shrugged.

“Because she can.”

Ethan tuned their conversation out, choosing instead to look at his girlfriend. She danced with Sienna, laughing as they sang along to the song. Her dress moved with her, flowing through the air elegantly. He felt the urge to stand up and walk up to her.

“Ramsey, you do know you can just walk up to her instead of sitting here and pining for her, right?” Tobias snickered, punching Ethan’s shoulder playfully. He scoffed, leaning away with a hint of a burn in his cheeks.

“I’m not pining for her.”

“You are.” All four of his companions replied.

He was so distracted by their words that he failed to notice an approaching form. Her hand landed on his shoulder softly, the tips of her nails scratching the back of his neck. Knowing who it was, he leaned into her touch, breathing out deeply.

“Sorry, gentlemen, but I’m stealing him.” she mused happily, dragging her hand down his arm until her fingers tangled with his. Ethan let her pull her up, looping his arm around her waist.

“Stealing is bad, Herondale.” Tobias shot back, moving his eyebrows suggestively at the couple. Claire opened her mouth to speak, but Ethan beat her to the punch.

“She can’t steal something that’s already hers.” He grinned at them, then turned towards her. Claire’s jaw dropped in surprise at his boldness, her posture softening enough for him to pull her away from the table, smirking. Faintly, he heard Tobias’s words.

“Married. For sure.”

Ethan��s arms wrapped around her, fingers hooked onto her hipbones. She threw her arms around his neck, staring up at him with a soft smile. A slow song began playing and one look at where the DJ was situated told them who was behind this change. Ines grinned at them, giving them thumbs up and a cheeky wink.

“Is it just me, or is everyone trying to tell us something?” Claire giggled, nuzzling her nose against his jaw. He kissed her nose gently.

“So, you noticed it too?”

“Kinda hard not to. Girls said we’re acting like a married couple at least twice today.” she traced the lapel of his jacket, laughing quietly at the recognition in his eyes.

“Guys did it too.” Ethan muttered, tightening his hold on her. She laid her head on his shoulder.

“And how does that make you feel?”

He was silent for a long while. They swayed to the song, tuning out everything else. To her surprise, he didn’t tense up – nothing about his posture spelled out the doubts he once told her he had.

“Not as terrified as it did before.”

Claire leaned back to look at him. Their eyes met, tender understanding in them. Ethan leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, perfectly soft and not nearly deep enough. She clutched his lapel in her fist, creasing the fabric with how strong her pull was. His fingers dug into her back, skipping past the coarser material of her bodice and gripping the soft silk of her skirt. A voice in the back of his head told him to loosen up the hold or he’ll mark the fabric, but the overwhelming need he felt for her overshadowed everything else and he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.

The song ended and with it, their kiss. Foreheads pressed together, they caught their breath, standing in the middle of the dancefloor. Blissfully unaware of how much attention they gathered with their tender moment.

Ethan opened his eyes and finally allowed his mind to register the music again. Some sort of a fast tune that made people around them go mad. His girlfriend stared at him with an unspoken question, and he got the meaning perfectly well.

With a definite move, he dipped her onto the floor. She giggled, the sound breaking through the loud music to reach his ears. Ethan smirked, throwing her back into his arms. With his lips against her ear, he mused hotly.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Her leg wrapped around his thigh, pushing their bodies closer. His voice broke off and his breath shuddered at the way their bodies clashed and the suggestive smirk she sent his way. His hand fell to her ass, all inhibitions gone.

“Ethan!” she exclaimed, laughing at the carefree smile he gave her. He moved his hand a bit, albeit begrudgingly.

“Can you blame me? You’re irresistible.” He muttered, kissing the shell of her ear. Claire hummed, then twirled out of his hold and back into it, jumping into his arms with her legs wrapped around his hips. Ethan groaned deeply in his throat, making her smirk.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve too.”

Notes

This is a part 2 to the Mile High Club fic. As I said, PB could have made the chapter so good with all the wedding themes that I’d lose my wig. Writers apparently don’t know how to do basic research into fiction themes, but that’s okay (kinda). It just means I have more material to work with.

Round two smut is coming soon.

Thank you for reading! <3

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anxiousgaypanicking · 3 years

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What You Need (Intrulogical)

Synopsis: Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He’s in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it’s clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems… mediocre at best, but he’s desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.

Part Two

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When Logan woke up, he was confused at first. He didn't remember falling asleep, and he was honestly too tired at first to even remember when he fell asleep.

It takes him wiggling out of the blanket on top of him to realize that there's a dried substance on his chest, and upon him staring at it, he remembers all of what happened - memories figuratively slapping him in the face.

Which ends up causing him to remember that he has to work in a few hours.

With a groan, he stumbles off the couch, pain surging through his legs. No... not pain. Muscle soreness? That seemed more likely. He makes his way into the bathroom and gets a good look at himself. His hair's a mess, his chest is covered in dried come, and there are bruises and small scabs, no doubt caused by Remus's nails, on his hips.

He groans, leaning back against the bathroom wall, before he decides to start a shower.

He didn't hear his alarm go off, so surely it hasn't yet. It would have woken him up, wouldn't it?

Logan doesn't wait for the water to warm up before he steps inside, quickly working to scrub the come off of him the moment he’s under the water.

All the while he was internally debating back and forth with himself.

'Why did I do that?' he wondered, pleased to see the come was all washed off his chest, and then worked instead to wash his hair.

'Money?' came the answer, but Logan shifted his weight from one ache-y leg to the other. Did Remus even give him any money? Not that Logan could remember.

Ugh, he didn't just get scammed out of his virginity, did he? He'd message Remus after school if he had the time.

He quickly finishes showering, not wanting to run up the water bill too high, before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself.

He heads back into the living room in order to grab his phone, but when he clicks it on, he's flabbergasted at the fact it reads "2:23am." He stares at the time for a moment, eyes wide, before he groans, falling back onto the couch.

Great, he's extremely late to work. He should probably still go, but, honestly, he didn't feel like going. There was hardly a point, and he'd end up getting scolded for it anyway. Might as well just wait until tomorrow.

He sets his phone to the side, holding his face in his hands for a moment, before he swallows the thick spit in his mouth, face scrunching up afterwards. He needed to brush his teeth, but he could probably use a cup of water first.

With a sigh, he stands back up and goes to get his cup of water from yesterday, planning to rinse it out before getting more, before he pauses, mouth agape on what it's sitting on.

Holy shit...

He picked up the stack of bills with shaky hands, quickly thumbing through them in an effort to count them, before he gasps. There's over four hundred dollars here. What the fuck?

Is that normal? Are they supposed to give that much?

And while it's not a lot compared to the cost of everyday life, it's more than Logan's ever had all at once.

He stares at it for a moment, not being able to process it, before he shakes his head. A part of him doesn't believe it, but logically, this is reality.

And, rather sadly, the first thing his mind goes to when he sees the money is food.

He heads to his room so he could get dressed, before he checks the time again. He knows a couple restaurants, his included, that are open at this hour, but out of habit, he thinks of something cheap.

He takes a one-hundred dollar bill (as that’s what Remus had completely paid him in) and tucks it into his jean pocket, before tucking the rest of the bills into the top drawer of his nightstand. He didn't have a better place for them, so that would have to do for now. Maybe he could buy an actual wallet or something eventually.

He grabs the one jacket he owns, a thin and tattered navy blue one, and quickly pulls it on, before grabbing his phone and heading out. His stomach growls at the idea of food, which reminds him to thank Remus when, or more specifically if, he sees Remus again.

He walks to the nearest fast-food place, before strolling inside. It's practically empty, except for a couple sitting in a corner booth and the surprisingly chatty staff, but Logan hardly pays that any mind. He's more focused on the fact his stomach rumbles the moment he walks inside and gets hit with the strong scent of meats and fried food.

Not the healthiest meals, but it's what Logan could normally afford, and what was near where he lived.

He ordered something cheap, and admittedly small. Just a hamburger. At least it came with vegetables on it.

He pays with the large bill, before tucking the change he receives back into his back pocket, before standing to the side and waiting for his food. His foot taps rhythmically, as his eyes look around. He mostly focuses on staring through the large windows around the perimeter of the restaurant, looking out at the night sky.

It's cloudy, but peeking through the grey clouds are bright clusters of stars. If he looks hard enough, he can pick out specific constellations, before they're hidden by the clouds once again.

Logan busies himself with staring at the sky, before his order is called. Then, he grabs the upsettingly light to-go bag and leaves. He'd rather eat in the comfort of his appointment. Since he wasn't at work currently (due to him sleeping in) he decided he could squeeze in some study time before he had to head to school.

Granted, that was hours away, but time was always scarce in Logan's mind. His life for the past year has consisted of going to school, studying for a couple hours, going to work, and then going to school, and the cycle just repeated and repeated.

He walks home slower than usual, deciding he'd take some time to really appreciate the cool air that lightly shakes the trees around him, and the how the moon peeks through the clouds, occasionally gracing him with tranquil light.

The smell of his food causes his stomach to flip, nauseous due to going a few days without eating, but still extremely hungry. He decides to pick up his pace for that reason, determining that he really wants to get home and eat.

He quickly walks the rest of the way back to his apartment, sucking in a few deep breaths of fresh air while he walks.

When he gets back to his apartment, he tosses his bag of food onto the couch, before he quickly opens up all the windows, allowing a nice rush of cool air to cycle through the small space. Normally, he'd be hesitant to do so because of bugs, but he decided that he wouldn't worry about that tonight. He settles himself on his couch, grabbing his wrapped hamburger out of the bag.

Before college, he'd probably gag at the idea of eating greasy processed food, and would favor cooking with his parents instead.

And yet, here he was now, relieved to be eating at all.

He devours the burger in just a few bites, and is admittedly still hungry afterwards, but he tosses the empty bag and wrapper into his trash and doesn't even think about going out and getting more food.

In his mind, he still can't afford it.

Even though he now has quite a bit of cash. He obviously remembers he has that, as he passes his nightstand on the way to his bed, but he can't think of using all of that at once.

He does have bills coming up, and he'll need to buy new college supplies soon, so he'll probably save that for those. With that in mind, he dumps the change from his pocket into the nightstand.

Afterwards, Logan collapses onto his bed, which is just a mattress on the floor with some old sheets and a comforter he brought from his parents house. He has a couple blankets to layer up with when it gets cold, but he might want to wash the one laying out on the couch before he thinks of using it again.

He figures he should probably do that tonight, but he's already lying down, and his eyes burn despite the fact he was asleep earlier.

The moment they close, he's out. He never quite realizes just how exhausted he is until he gets to sleep. His body finally has time to rest, and it desperately needs to do so.

He wakes up with a start the next morning as he hears his alarm blaring.

He knew it was smart to constantly keep it on.

Normally, he'd already be walking from his job to school, but he actually got to fall asleep at home for once, so that means he'd be a bit closer to school anyway and have time to freshen up beforehand.

He pulls himself out of bed, before trudging over to his closet. He's still extremely tired, but he knows that he'll wake up somewhat in due time.

There's still an ache in his legs, and the bruising on his hips feel uncomfortable against his jeans. There's not much he can do about either of those problems, though.

With a sigh, he changes into fresher clothes, before taking his dirty clothes and dropping them on the couch on top of the blanket he had been wrapped in the night before. When he got back from school he'd wash it all.

Logan grabs a glass of water, before grabbing his bag and leaving his apartment. He's filled with a bit more energy than usual, and ends up getting to school fairly quickly (although, that may just be due to his acquired skill of speed walking).

He gets to school still surprisingly early, the only factor proving he's there at a different time being Janus, who's usually never there before him.

When Logan sits down, Janus hums, before turning to look at him.

"You look better than normal," he comments, taking the time to stare down Logan. He had changed clothes, which he did try to do daily, but more often than not Logan wore the same clothes for a couple days out of exhaustion. The bags under his eyes had lightened up ever so slightly, and he seemed to be just a bit more energized.

"I ate this morning," Logan explains.

"You look like you slept, too," Janus adds, scratching the side of his face with vitiligo. Admittedly, Logan had been curious about what the unusually light skin felt like, and after he and Janus talked a bit more, he let him feel it.

Unsurprisingly, it felt like normal skin, even if it looked unusual.

"I did," Logan admits. "I... napped after school," he says, technically telling the truth. "And after I woke up I was already late for work, so I just stayed home and eventually went back to sleep."

"Huh. That's... unlike you."

"I suppose it is." Logan pushes up his glasses, shooting Janus a typical, evaluating glance, as if attempting to determine whether or not Janus was going to make any more remarks.

Coming to the conclusion that Janus wasn't, Logan pulls his notes out of his bag and reviews them, just like he does every morning.

Janus shrugs it off, assuming Logan just had a particularly good night, and even though he knows Logan was probably initially upset at the fact that he fell asleep and was late for work, it was probably a miracle in disguise. God knows that Logan hardly sleeps as is.

They're quiet after that short exchange, as per usual, as both of them wait for class to start in their own ways - with Janus on his phone and Logan buried in his notes.

The professor walks into class sometime later, and Logan flips to a new page in his notebook in order to take today's notes.

He's already filled up a notebook from this class last semester, but he wants to make sure he gathers all relevant information (even if that means acquiring some unimportant information along the way as well). You win some, you lose some.

Although, about halfway through class, his mind starts to wander.

It's due to the ache in his legs, and the constant reminder of what he did last night. He felt the need to stretch his legs, but he wasn't given much room to do so.

He slides a finger down the waistband of his pants and quickly runs them over the marks on his hips in order to give them a break from the painful jean material rubbing against them, and while it helps momentarily, the minute he stops it's back to feeling uncomfortable in a moment's time.

His uncomfortable movements are only noticed by Janus, who doesn't say anything out of respect.

The rest of class was spent jotting down notes, only occasionally stopping to mess with the waistband of his pants to ease the pain caused by their pressure, before class eventually ended.

That's when Janus finally decides to ask about what's going on. Having watched Logan fidget all of class, he grew increasingly curious, and while he usually leaves Logan to his own things, all the moving and uncomfortable facial expressions were just way too unlike him.

"Are you okay?" Janus asks, as they pack up their stuff.

Logan hums, shooting him a confused look. "Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

"You kept moving," Janus says, with a shrug. "You seemed... uncomfortable."

"Oh, that." Logan slings his bag over his shoulder, before checking his phone for the time. "I'm sore; it's nothing to worry about. I'm sure I'll be fine in a few days."

"That's fair. Why are you sore? You don't seem like the type to have time to work out," Janus says, gathering his own stop before he and Logan leave the lecture hall. "Or do much of anything."

Logan rolls his eyes at the all-too-real implication he doesn't have any free time.

"For your information, I have a couple hours of leisure time in between school and work," Logan informs him. He doesn't bother telling Janus why he's sore, simply just assuming he didn't really want to know.

His previous question seemed more rhetorical, and like a set up to playfully insult him, instead of an actual question.

There's no more words exchanged after that, Janus just shrugging before he walks off to his next class, and Logan doing very much the same.

Despite the ache in his hips, Logan ends up being able to fully push Remus out of his head throughout the rest of the day.

He manages to focus solely on school as he usually did, before he heads home after school is finished. He's mentally writing an apology to his boss as he slowly walks back to his apartment building; his mind never taking a break.

He probably wouldn't want to mention that he skipped it because he accidentally fell asleep after sex, seeing as that'd be a very weird thing to tell your boss, so he'd probably just vaguely mentioned he napped after school and then apologize for it.

When he gets home, he settles into the corner of the couch as per usual, going over the work he had to do for school. He didn't have much, considering he's rather efficient at getting stuff done in class, but occasionally he has some leftover work to do.

He opens his computer, giving it a moment to connect to the internet, while he works to pull out his notebook and workbooks from a few other classes.

He turns back to his computer after a moment, realizing that he left it on the sugar daddy tab. After it had connected, his profile had loaded up, and a multitude of alerts had gathered in a chat-esque feature.

Curious, he clicked onto it, being met with a plethora of messages from none other than Remus.

'heyyy baby'

'looooogan'

'logan :(((('

'oh shit dont you have school'

'my bad'

'baby message me back when you see this, mmkay??'

Logan can't help rolling his eyes at Remus's persistence. They talked once, fucked in the same night, and now he was acting overly clingy. Was this normal?

'Hey,' Logan messages, before he even thinks about what he's doing. He felt an... obligation, almost, to respond. Especially after yesterday. 'Convenient you messaged; I actually wanted to talk to you.'

Remus responds almost immediately, although Logan finds that he isn't that surprised.

'oh?' Remus says, and Logan narrows his eyes slightly.

'Yes,' he replies. 'I wanted to ask if the amount of money you left was typical. Is that how much clients usually get paid?'

'if by 'clients' you mean 'sugar babies' then it depends'

'How so?'

'it's all business talk with you, huh,' Remus says, and Logan figures it's said playfully, but he's unsure of how to respond at first. He doesn't have to, though, as Remus continues. 'texting probably isnt the place to talk abt this, so how bout i come over later and we can talk then ;))'

Logan shifts in his seat at the reminder of the last time he talked with Remus.

'If you're also implying we copulate, then I would prefer if we 'talked' at a later date. I'm sore.'

He's not against it, of course, seeing as he did sign up for this (and was sure he could opt out at any time) but he couldn't stand to do it again so soon after. Especially since he already missed working yesterday, and he couldn't guarantee that if he and Remus had sex today, he wouldn't miss work again tonight.

Remus doesn't seem to mind Logan wanting to wait a bit though, as he says 'over the weekend, then?'

Over the weekend would definitely be the most convenient, considering Logan would have a lot more free time until work. He had every other Saturday off, and...

Logan pulled out his work schedule with a hum (which he also kept tucked into his bag for complete convenience - it had both his work schedule and class schedules). He scans over it, before seeing that this happened to be the weekend he had Saturday off.

'Yeah, this weekend works,' he replies. 'Specifically Saturday.'

'nice, saturday works <333'

'i can explain everything to you then, and then ofc if youre feeling better we can mess around ;))'

Logan rolls his eyes, going to open a new tab, before Remus sends one final message.

'also, we should probably exchange numbers. itd be easier to talk that way tbh'

Oh. Logan honestly expected another silly message or something, but that actually made logical sense.

'Yes,' he replies, after a moment. 'I suppose we should.' Deciding that he totally trusted this man he'd talked to once, he sent his number to Remus with little hesitation. Remus is silent for a moment, before Logan's phone buzzes, no doubt a text from Remus himself.

He checks his phone, seeing '<333' pop up, and he sighed. He responds with 'Hello, Remus,' before quickly inserting Remus's contact into his phone.

Surprisingly, that short exchange, if it even qualifies as a genuine exchange, is the end of their entire conversation. Remus leaves Logan alone (for the time being), fully allowing Logan to do his work (and finally close out of the sugar daddy website).

He manages to do so without any more interruptions, and since he and Remus had a set date (with no official plans/means of transportation/decided place they'd meet), Logan was able to push it out of his mind.

They could always discuss specifics at a later date, but for now Logan really had a lot to do.

That's what ends up happening. Logan does his schoolwork, goes to his job, and then goes to school right after, and that cycle loops through the rest of the week.

Mixed in with a few texts from Remus now, of course.

They end up deciding that Remus will just come over to Logan's house again, as Remus wanted to make sure they were somewhere Logan was both familiar and comfortable with, as well as to save them the inconvenience of Remus going from his own house, to Logan's apartment, and then back to his house (even though he wouldn't mind doing so; it was more so Logan who found it impractical).

By the time Saturday actually rolls around, Logan has stopped by the fast food place near his house a couple more times.

He always orders something small, but it's enough for him.

He sleeps in on Saturday, as it's one of the only days where he has time to rest and regain all of the energy he lost during the week.

Granted, only sleeping one night a week wasn't healthy by any means, but Logan managed.

He wakes up a bit before noon, and decides to lay in bed a while longer. His body had healed quite a bit from his and Remus's last interaction, and the soreness had eased considerably.

His eyes close once again, before his phone buzzes, prompting Logan to sigh and turn in bed, grabbing his phone. He brings it to his face, sitting up slightly as he grabs his glasses, before opening the message he received.

'text me when you wake up and ill come over, kay? wanna make sure youre awake and all that <333'

Logan rolls his eyes, responding with 'I just woke up; give me an hour.'

It was near noon already, but Logan wanted to shower, and would honestly just need some time to fully get himself out of bed as is.

Remus responds positively, and Logan groans as he drags himself out of bed. He leaves his phone to the side, as he heads into the bathroom. He quickly showers, before getting dressed and brushing his teeth.

His windows have been kept open all week, allowing fresh air to cycle through and help to dry out his hair just a bit quicker, although it's still damp by the time there's a knock on his door.

Having been previously lounging on the couch reading (and honestly just awaiting Remus's arrival), he's quickly able to open the door when Remus arrives.

"Hey there, Logan!" Remus greets him, walking inside without a second thought. Logan shuts the door behind him, before he's once again pulled into Remus's arms, and specifically into a kiss.

His face flushes out of surprise, which just prompts Remus to snort when he pulls away.

"I've forgotten how cute you are," he comments, prompting Logan's face of surprise to fall into something more neutral, rolling his eyes.

With a hum, Remus wraps an arm around Logan's waist and leads him to Logan's room. Logan would question how he knows where it was if he hadn't already assumed that's where Remus grabbed his blanket from.

"You know, this is hardly a room," Remus says, rather bluntly, as he pulls Logan onto his rather sad excuse for a bed. No supports, no headboard. Just a mattress on the floor.

Logan doesn't respond, just raising an eyebrow, almost as if silently asking Remus what he gains by criticizing his room. Remus stares at him in silence for a few seconds before he snorts. "Sorry," he says, sitting up and pulling Logan up, who was now seated on his lap. He was apologizing for speaking without thinking, which he does quite a lot.

He hoped Logan didn't take that as him being rude; he was just being honest. Brutally so.

He'd have to buy Logan and actual headboard and such... probably a whole new mattress, considering the one they were currently on was rather stiff and uncomfortable.

"Don't be," Logan responds, with a shrug. Remus has a point; his room is bland aside from his drab bed, a trashcan, and single nightstand. He had a few books stacked to the side of the mattress (all gifts from his parents), but they had no genuine place. Therefore, they stayed on the floor.

There's silence for a moment, neither of them really knowing what to say, before Remus clears his throat.

"So, you asked about money the other day," Remus says, with a hum, pulling Logan a bit closer to him. "The amount of money that a sugar baby makes is honestly completely dependent on the daddy."

Remus's hands are rubbing Logan's hips, which is more distracting than it should be to Logan, but he still stares at Remus, listening to what he's saying.

"Babies can make anywhere between... like... one-thousand to five-thousand dollars monthly. There's a lot it depends on."

"Such as?" Logan inquires, prompting Remus to grin.

"Such as, what the baby is willing to do, and how often they'll do it." Remus's hands snake around and grab Logan's ass, prompting him to jump and grip Remus's shoulders, face red, as he narrows his eyes. "The kinkier you are, the more you'll get paid, usually. And while everyone should be respectful of each other's boundaries, people will pay more if you do more extreme things."

He sounds like he's speaking from experience, but... not as a sugar daddy.

"Is that how you operate?" Logan asks. He doesn't know how far he'd be willing to go just for money, but he is pretty desperate.

Remus laughs though, and his hands momentarily still. "No, no. I understand you're new to all of this; we can go slow for as long as you need."

"The last time we had sex was considered 'slow?'"

"Well... not technically, but it is vanilla."

Logan frowns now, seemingly confused. Remus can tell he wants to ask something, but he's clearly hesitant to ask it.

"I might seem very uneducated by asking this," Logan says, prefacing his question, "but what do you mean by 'vanilla?'"

"It's a term in the BDSM community," Remus says, casually, as if that explains anything. Seeing Logan's confused face at that, he hums, before continuing. "BDSM is more extreme sexual things. Like... handcuffs, and whips, and a whole bunch of different things." Remus doesn't miss the way Logan's eyebrows crease as he tries to think of how handcuffs and whips can be used sexually, before his face bursts into flames as he seemingly realizes. Remus can't help snickering.

"But the term 'vanilla' specifically references someone who isn't kinky, and doesn't do more extreme things."

"Oh." Logan's avoiding Remus's gaze at this point. "That makes sense." Especially for him. He didn't have that much experience, so it'd make sense that he's rather... vanilla.

"Of course," Remus continues. "We can always work our way up to kinkier things." His voice drops. "I'd love to tie you up in different positions. Or cover you in pretty marks. Doesn't that sound fun, Logan?"

Logan still can't specifically picture being tied up, seeing as he didn't know what that was like and he hadn't experienced it, but he could imagine it was new and exciting.

But the marks made Logan shiver. Remus had left a few hickeys along his thighs last time they fucked, and while uncomfortable afterwards, Logan did enjoy them.

"Yeah," he eventually stutters out, his composed nature once again disrupted by Remus.

Remus snickers, pressing a kiss to Logan's cheek, before he says "well, I can do that then. Provided I have your consent."

And Logan takes a moment to be thankful for how considerate Remus is, before nodding and saying "yeah." Remus immediately buries his face in Logan's neck, before Logan suddenly says "wait."

Remus hums, pulling away with a small pout, but otherwise just looks curious.

"If I'm uncomfortable, you'll stop, right?"

Remus stares at him for a moment, softening slightly. "Well yeah, duh," he answers, as if that was the clear answer, before he presses a short kiss to Logan's lips. "This reminds me that we should set up a safeword, though."

"A safeword?"

"It's literally what it sounds like," Remus says, with a snort. "You say it during sexual instances, or even just normally affectionate ones, if you want to stop."

"Oh. That seems useful."

"It is, and it helps to make sure both partners are constantly comfortable, seeing as both can use it."

Logan nods. "That's smart. What's the safeword?"

"It can differ from relationship to relationship, but I choose to use the stoplight system. It's simple and easy to remember."

"Okay, explain that to me."

Remus snickers. "I am, give me a minute." He clears his throat, before explaining. "The stoplight system consists of three words, or three colours. Green, which said mostly when prompted. It means everything's good and that you want to keep going. Yellow, which is said when you're uncomfortable with something and that something needs to be changed. And then red, which is said when you're very uncomfortable and want to stop something we're doing, or stop engaging completely."

"That seems easy enough to remember," Logan says, with a hum. "And it works."

"Good," Remus says, pressing a final kiss to Logan's lips. "Remember to say them the moment you feel uncomfortable, or bad, or in pain in a not fun way. I'd love to hurt you, but I'd hate for you to not enjoy it."

Excitement courses through Logan's body simply at Remus's words, and the implication he wanted to hurt Logan (he assumed in a sexual way), even though he didn't understand why he was so excited by the prospect.

He doesn't question it, though, instead just nodding and mumbling "yeah, fair," which prompts Remus to kiss his cheek, before going back to Logan's neck.

He presses a few kisses to the pale skin, before he bites down suddenly, earning a beautiful gasp from Logan.

He snickers as Logan obediently tilts his head to the side, giving Remus more access, which he definitely takes advantage of. He sucks over the mark he just made, pressing a kiss to it afterwards, before he finds a different spot to suck a hickey into.

Each bite drew more noises from Logan, and by the time Remus has left a suitable amount of hickeys over Logan's neck (that suitable amount being Logan's entire neck was covered in marks), Logan was red in the face and squirming.

He's hard in his jeans, uncomfortably so, and slightly embarrassed because of it.

He never knew he liked being bitten so much. They'd be hard to hide, though, but he wasn't really thinking about that at the moment. He was too busy focusing on Remus's hands that were sliding up his shirt, before they eventually worked it off of him.

Remus's mouth is back on him without a second thought, kissing over his shoulders and nipping at them teasingly.

"Remus," Logan breathes out, voice shaking slightly, and Remus grins.

"Yes, baby?" Remus asks, voice teasing, but his hands never cease. They run over Logan's sides and up his chest, feeling over his nipples, before coming back down to his legs, squeezing his ass and thighs. All of the groping just increases Logan's arousal, and he ends up tucking his face in Remus's neck in a matter of moments.

Remus grins again, pleased with how flushed he could make Logan, but also finding it extremely cute with how worked up he was due to just simple touches.

Remus's hands find their way to Logan's waist, where they work to push him back onto his bed, Remus leaning over him. A familiar position, and one that reminds him of the last time they had sex, which causes him to blush.

He doesn't know why he's blushing; he doesn't feel necessarily embarrassed, but he is hot and horny and Remus's lips are kissing over his chest.

He's tempted to ask Remus to take his pants off at least, shifting uncomfortably as the constricting material rubs against his cock.

Unfortunately, he can't really speak in between his pitiful whines caused by Remus sucking over his nipples, so he takes it into his own hands, quite literally, as he moves his hands down in an attempt to undo his jeans.

However, he's stopped quickly, one of Remus's hands grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head.

And Logan's shocked to say that being completely pinned down excites him.

"What are you doing, baby?" Remus asks him, voice low, and Logan shivers, as he sees that Remus expects him to answer.

Logan clears his throat. "I was trying to take my pants off," he says, still squirming under Remus's hold. "It's uncomfortable with them on."

Remus hums, a smirk creeping onto his face. "You could have just asked, Lo," Remus says, releasing Logan's hands, while his own slowly tug down Logan's jeans. "I'll never deny an opportunity to undress you."

Logan feels the blood rush to his face, as he props himself onto his elbows, getting to watch as Remus slowly pulls his pants the rest of the way off of him, before settling between Logan's legs.

He spreads Logan's legs easily, holding his thighs apart as Remus presses kisses and bites over those as well. He kisses over each new hickey he creates, slowly moving inwards with his marks.

Logan whines, as Remus gets closer to his aching cock. "Remus, please," he whines out, earning a chuckle from Remus himself.

"Please what?" Remus shoots back, half teasing and half genuinely asking. He pulls away from Logan's pretty legs in order to look at his face, momentarily worried Logan might ask him to stop. Instead, however, Logan's biting his lip and watching Remus with eyes that are shining with anticipation.

He opens his mouth to answer, before closing it again and whining. Remus clearly knows what he wants; Logan doesn't understand why he's asking.

Remus stares at him for a moment more, before sighing.

"You're too cute for your own good," he says, offhandedly, before he leans back in between Logan's legs. He mouths at Logan's cock through his boxers, causing Logan to buck his hips, while Remus reaches into his pocket and pulls out another condom and some lube.

Once the condom and lube are out, Remus pulls away, and tugs down Logan's boxers with a lot less patience than before.

Remus is clearly excited himself, and Logan's pleased to see so.

Logan's cock is hard and leaking against his stomach, but Logan is preoccupied with once again watching Remus undress.

Remus is quick and quite careless when it comes to pulling his own clothes off, quickly ridding himself of his shirt and shorts. Logan's surprised to see he's not wearing any boxers.

Did he wear boxers the last time he was over?

Slightly unhygienic, but Logan didn't have much time to think about that, as Remus is quick to grab the lube and squirt some over his fingers. Remus doesn't have to spread Logan's legs apart this time, as he spreads them on his own, already knowing what Remus is doing now.

He's eager to get this moving along, but he supposes that being prepped is a necessity.

At least, while he's still new to this.

Remus immediately gets to work stretching him out, seemingly just as excited as Logan was to get to sex. Remus quickly stretches him out, moving from one finger, to two, and then to three, drinking in the whines that are pouring out of Logan's mouth.

After making sure Logan was completely stretched out, Remus wastes no time quickly opening the condom and rolling it on, before lubing up his cock as well.

Then, Remus asks "colour," which reminds Logan of the system they had set up before all of this.

Logan's confused for a moment, before he remembers, and responds with "green," which Remus smiles at. He leans over briefly to press a kiss to Logan's lips, which Logan happily returns, before pulling away.

He lines up with Logan's hole, reminding him to relax, before he slowly pushes in.

Logan moans, head thrown back as Remus pushes into him, before Remus is fully inside. He pauses for a moment, allowing Logan to adjust to his size. While they both wait, Remus places kisses over Logan's chest, dragging his teeth over Logan's chest and nipples, mostly just to hear the way Logan's breath hitches and his gasps.

After a few moments, Remus asks "can I move?" Logan looks confused, before realizing that Remus is (obviously) asking if Logan is okay enough to allow Remus to fuck into him.

He nods, breathing out a "yeah" afterwards, and Remus needs no further prompting. His rough hands are back on Logan's waist, as he pulls his cock out, before sharply thrusting back in, the contrast of how soft he was in the beginning the first time they had sex and how quickly Remus was getting rough now was like black and white, but Logan adored it.

Remus still wasn't going as hard as he could go, and Logan could tell from the way he bit his lip and gripped Logan's waist that he was holding back, but he was still being rather rough.

Remus's hands squeeze Logan's waist, while he bends back down to leave more hickeys over Logan's chest.

"Remus, please," Logan moans out, although he hardly knows what he's begging for. Remus goes to say something, before Logan's back arches, and he suddenly cries out "Remus!"

Remus just resorts to grinning instead, as he holds Logan tightly and roughly abuses that spot, eliciting louder noises to spill from Logan's mouth.

"Fuck, baby," Remus groans out, as Logan stares up at him, mouth agape as moans pour from it. "You're so sensitive. So cute, too. Seeing you all covered in marks and drooling," his just rambling on as his thrusts speed up, repeatedly nailing Logan's prostate and constantly making him whine.

Logan was, in fact, drooling, and he tries to wipe the spit away, but is quickly stopped by Remus, who takes both of his hands yet again, more firmly holding him down. Logan can't fight back, and he frankly doesn't want to, instead just whining and letting Remus do with him as he pleased.

"Remus," he whines out, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. "I'm so close! Please- please don't stop!"

"Oh, I don't plan to, baby," Remus replies, with a grin, further increasing the roughness of his thrusts, and tightening his hold considerably on both Logan's waist, while the hand holding Logan's wrists move to stroke his leaking cock.

Logan moans, babbling out complete nonsense, before he comes with a loud cry of Remus's name over his chest and Remus's hand.

Remus releases his cock afterwards, silently admiring how cute Logan looked all red and covered in come, before his thrusts grow sporadic, and he's coming into the condom with a groan.

He stays inside Logan for a moment, catching his breath, and watching Logan do the same. Logan's eyes are still shut, but when Remus leans down to kiss him, Logan happily kisses back.

"Don't fall asleep, okay?" Remus says, voice significantly quieter than before. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Room on the right," Logan mumbles, bitterly cracking an eye open, as he decides to focus on catching his breath in order to distract him from the exhaustion creeping through him.

Remus nods, pulling out, before quickly tying the condom off and tossing it in the bin. He leaves Logan momentarily to head to the bathroom, and minutes later Logan hears his water running. He curses under his breath, shakily propping himself up in order to be ready for Remus to return.

"I started a bath for you," Remus says, when he comes back, earning a displeased whine from Logan.

"Don't," Logan says, weakly, although he can't really stop what Remus has already started. "I showered this morning and bath's waste too much water."

Remus frowns slightly. "You can't waste too much water. There's so much on the planet."

"I meant-" Logan groans, as he sits up fully, trembling slightly. Remus crouches down next to him, wrapping an arm around Logan's back in order to support him. "I meant, it runs my water bill too high. If I use too much, I can't pay it."

Then, Logan catches Remus rolling his eyes. "That's a stupid reason, especially now that I'm here. I'll pay your water bill, dummy," Remus responds, gently flicking Logan's head, which prompts a frown. But before Logan can argue, and he was definitely preparing to argue, he's scooped into Remus's arms.

"Hey, unrelated, but you should let me take you out to eat sometime," Remus says, as he dips his foot in the water, before humming, setting Logan in the bath afterwards. He then gently pulls Logan's glasses off his face, and sets them to the side, on the counter.

Despite protesting about it earlier, Logan sighs happily at the warm water surrounding him, immediately sinking into it. Although, he looks towards Remus, confused. "Why?"

"Just to be nice," Remus responds, with a shrug, as he kneels down next to the bathtub. "And you need to eat more." He pokes Logan's thin stomach in order to prove his point, and Logan quickly smacks his hand away.

"I can't afford it," Logan replies, with a roll of his eyes, before Remus snickers.

"Wow, do I just not exist?" he jokes, before lightly knocking on Logan's head. "I'll pay, dumbass." The rude word causes Logan to roll his eyes again. "The only condition is I get to have a taste of you afterwards, because you look like the finest snack I've ever seen." Remus winks afterwards, but Logan just stares at him blankly.

"That doesn't make sense," Logan says, after a moment, Remus's flirtatious joke completely missing the mark. "I'm not a snack; I'm a person."

Remus sighs slightly, before muttering "and I thought I was dumb" which just causes Logan's frown to deepen, gritting his teeth. "It was a sex joke, Logan. Seriously, though, let me take you out to dinner one of these days."

Logan stares at him, as if considering it, before replying with "maybe."

And, he doesn't really know if he ultimately wants to accept or decline, but Remus sounds hopeful, as he says "okay! That's a good sign!"

He helps Logan wash up, considering he swayed slightly just sitting up, before helping him dry off and pull on some comfortable clothes. Remus doesn't bother cleaning himself up much, settling for just a quick wipe down with Logan's dirty towel. After that, he pulls on his own clothes, before turning back to Logan, who had collapsed in his bed and was seemingly already asleep.

Remus didn't bother double-checking that. He looked like he needed more sleep anyway, so he might as well let him rest. Just like he did the first time they spent time together, he leaves a handful of bills on top of Logan's nightstand.

As he walked out, though, he began looking up fancy restaurants around the area. Maybe he'd ask Logan his thoughts on a few. Or maybe, he'd make it a surprise.

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Welcome to the End

Summary: Y/N Winchester was a hunter like her brothers, following in their fathers footsteps. Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

During a case in Georgia, you meet the Dixon brothers and after saving Daryl’s life against a Chupacabra, the two of you become close. But, when the zombie apocalypse starts, life as you know it changes forever.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Winchester!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Language

Chapter 4-

The next morning, the four of you packed the Impala and finished the long road trip to Rowena's safehouse. The tall steel fence that surrounded the mansion was still standing strong, so that was a good sign.

"Y/N?" Sam asked as the four of you stepped inside and you silently listened for any noise coming from somewhere inside, but it was quiet. Too quite. She wasn't here. If she was, you would be able to hear her.

"She's not here." You informed, but Dean shook his head in denial before marching into the house.

None of you even had a chance to say anything before you followed him further inside as he called out for Rowena, but he didn't get any response.

The four of you split up as you searched the large house, despite knowing she wasn’t here, but Dean wanted to make sure and none of you argued.

"Dean, she's not here." You said again, grabbing your brothers' shoulder to stop him from looking any further, it was pointless.

"She has to be!" Dean shouted, spinning around and pushing your hand off his shoulder harshly.

"Guys!" Sam shouted from somewhere upstairs.

You quickly looked over at Dean to find him already looking at you and a split second later you both took off running towards the stairs, not liking the tone in his voice.

"Sammy, where are you?" Dean shouted as you raced up the stairs.

"In here." He called out from one of the rooms further down the hallway and you both ran inside to find Sam and Cas standing above what looked to be a pile of ash.

"She must have been here. But, now she's gone." Sam explained, picking up a phone from the ground that you knew belonged to Rowena as he blew the ashes off the screen. "I think... I think Chuck did kill every Supernatural creature like we suspected." Sam added, but Dean just shook his head in disbelief.

"Then how the hell is our sister and Cas still kicking?" He questioned harshly, but Sam just shrugged his shoulders..

Nobody said anything for a moment as you all stared down at the ashes that you were almost certain was all that was left of Rowena before Cas broke the silence.

"What do we do now?" Cas asked, looking over at the three of you.

"I don't know, Cas. Why don't you tell me?" Dean snapped glaring at the angel and you sighed, taking a step forward.

"Easy." You warned, grabbing your brothers shoulder again. "This place has a fence. It has food and assuming it has water, we can stay here for a while until we figure out what our next move is."

Dean glanced down at you for a moment like he wanted to argue, but clearly thought better of it as he nodded.

"I'll double check the fence line, make sure it's safe. You guys see what food she has and find out if there’s any water." He instructed, not waiting for a response before he walked out the room.

Within an hour, you had secured the mansion tightly and discovered that she had an arsenal of food, that woman would not have gone hungry. Plus, she had a rainwater tank out the back that was full. This place was perfect for the apocalypse.

You all had your own rooms, but despite the mansion having over eight bedrooms, you all chose ones right next to each other, not wanting to be too far apart in case something happened.

It's been three days since you arrived at Rowena's safe house, but none of you knew what to do next.

You and your brothers had gone through every book she had in her library downstairs, but there was nothing even remotely related or useful for fixing a zombie apocalypse. Sam even went through the Book of the Damned twice, but it was useless.

You were out of options. God was dead. Jack was dead. Rowena was dead... you were out of options and you knew that there was nothing the four of you could do to fix this.

You had bought the apocalypse onto the world and you couldn't fix it. This was the world now...

You laid on your bed staring up at the fancy chandelier that was hanging from the ceiling above you as you waited for the sun to rise. It was probably only 3am, if you had counted correctly, so you knew there was still a few hours before your brothers woke up.

Sam and Dean were coming up with a plan to try and find all your friends and family. They had a map set out with locations of all your friends, Jody, Donna, Charlie, everyone. They were trying to figure out the best route to travel, the route that required less gas, but avoided any populated areas that would be swarmed by zombies.

"Don't!" Dean's voice suddenly shouted.

You quickly sat up in bed, reaching for your handgun on the nightstand. Why the hell was Dean awake and who the hell was he shouting at?

"You're angry." Cas' voice said and you sighed with relief, because for a moment you thought that there was a stranger in the house, but it was just Cas.

You laid back down on your bed, trying not to eavesdrop on their conversation, but with your super hearing and the thin walls between your room and Deans, it was impossible.

"Yes, I am angry. About everything. All of it." Dean agreed, anger still evident in his tone.

"All of it?" Cas asked.

"This mess, the frickin zombie apocalypse, all of the messes. But, turns out we're just hamsters running in a wheel our whole lives. What do we have to show for it? Huh? God's been lying to you Cas, forever. You bought into the biggest scam in history." Dean stated and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

God was dead. You killed him. He may have written your lives and destroyed the world as you knew it, but he couldn't control you anymore. Although, that didn't really matter to Dean, the damage was already done.

"You don't think I'm angry after what Chuck did? After what he took from me? He killed Jack! But, that doesn't mean it was all a lie." Cas tried to say.

"Really? Everything we've done is for what? Nothing."

"Even if we didn't know that all of the challenges we faced were born from Chucks imaginations, how would we describe it all? We'd call it life. Because that's precisely what life is. It's an obstacle and maybe Chuck designed the obstacles, but we ran our own race, we made our own moves and mostly we did well with that." Cas responded.

You found yourself nodding in agreement despite being in another room and not even part of the conversation, but Cas was right. Listening to them was like the apocalypse version of watching a television show. This was great entertainment.

"Did we? I'll tell you what we do know. Nothing about our lives is real. Everything that we lost, everything that we are is because of Chuck. So, maybe you can stick your head back in the sand, maybe you can pretend that we actually had a choice. But, I can't."

Everything went silent for a few seconds before the sound of Deans bedroom door creaking open filled the air.

"Dean." Cas quickly called out. "You asked what about all of this is real? We are."

Your brother didn't say anything in response to that before his bedroom door slammed shut and you heard his footsteps walk past your room and back down the stairs.

Dean was hurting. You knew he was confused on what to believe. He didn't know what was God and what wasn't... Hell, you didn't either. But, it didn't matter anymore. He was gone and you had to figure out what to do next. You had to go find your friends, you had to find Daryl Dixon.

Then...

"Hello?" You answered through the phone, not recognising the number that was on the screen.

"Umm, Y/N? That you?" A familiar gruff southern voice hesitantly asked and you couldn't stop the grin forming on your face.

"Daryl Dixon. I was starting to think you weren't ever gonna call." You teased as you climbed off your bed and shut your bedroom door, so your brothers or Cas wouldn't come in.

"That makes two of us." Daryl responded with a soft chuckle before he stopped talking for a moment clearly trying to figure out what to say.

"Are ya free tonight? My brother's out, got the trailer to myself-" Daryl started to explain before you grabbed your leather jacket and teleported to the trailer park within a few seconds.

You walked up to the Dixon's trailer, you phone still held to your ear as you knocked on the door.

"-trailer to myself tonight and- hang on someone's knockin' on the door." Daryl continued to say through the phone and a moment later the door opened. "Whatever ya want I ain't interested..." Daryl started to say before he trailed off, his jaw dropping when he realised it was you standing in front of him.

"Still not interested?" You asked with a small grin, but Daryl was too shocked to say anything causing you to chuckle. "Perks of being part angel, I can teleport."

You lowered your phone, hanging up the call since Daryl didn't seem like he was going to do it any time soon before you tucked it back into your jeans pocket.

"I can see that." Daryl responded, still staring at you in shock before he shook his head at himself and stepped out the trailer.

"So, what did you have planned for tonight?" You asked curiously.

"Honestly, I didn't expect ya to say yes, let alone be here in five seconds." Daryl admitted with a slight blush.

You were shocked that he had actually called you. It had been nearly a whole month since you parted ways after that Chupacabra case and you hadn't heard a word from him since, until now.

"I know a really good burger place in Delaware? My brothers and I went there last week. It's by the beach and everything." You suggested and Daryl nodded in agreement, but quickly stopped and frowned.

"That's like three states away." He stated in confusion, only just realising what you had just said.

"I know, I can teleport us there. You wanna go?" You asked and Daryl thought about if for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders.

"Ain't ever been outta Georgia. Why not." He responded as he ducked back into his trailer, disappearing for a few seconds before he walked back out and locked the door behind him.

"Here." You said, holding your hand out towards him and Daryl eyed you cautiously for a moment before he grabbed your hand. "It might feel weird the first time." You warned.

Daryl opened his mouth about to say something, but you didn't give him the chance before you closed your eyes and teleported to the burger place.

A moment later you both landed on the soft sand of the beach, but you nearly toppled over when Daryl hastily grabbed your shoulder for stability.

"You okay?" You asked looking over him as Daryl nodded breathlessly half bent over.

You knew the first few times teleporting wasn't all that fun. The dizziness, the nausea, the disorientation, it wasn't fun or so that's what your brothers used to tell you the first few times you teleported them.

"How the hell do ya do this all the time?" Daryl questioned after a few minutes as he stood up straight and let go of your shoulder, looking around.

"It doesn't affect me. My brothers on the other hand, they absolutely hated it the first few times. But, it'll get better, I promise." You insisted and Daryl glared at you with a doubtful look before he turned around and actually took in the scenery around him.

"Wow." He muttered to no one in particular as he started out at the ocean and you only just realised that Daryl might have never seen the ocean before.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Mmm." Daryl hummed in agreement as he continued to watched the waves in the distance before he turned back towards you. "So where's this burger place ya brother raves 'bout?"

"This way." You said, grabbing his hand again causing Daryl to flinch at the sudden touch, but he quickly recovered and you almost missed it. Almost.

You eyed him for a second, but didn't ask any questions before you lead him up the beach towards the small burger shack by the jetty.

It didn't take long before the two of you were seated at a table overlooking the beach with a bottle of beer each. Neither of you really said much for a while, too busy enjoying the moment as you watched the waves crash against the jetty.

"So..." You started to say before trailing off, unsure of what to actually say.

It's been years since you had last been on a date. What were you even meant to talk about? Wait, was this even a date?

"So..." Daryl repeated, but didn't say anything further as he took a sip from his beer awkwardly causing you to chuckle.

"It's been a while since I've done this, so let's just start off with the basics... umm what do you do for a living?" You asked curiously, trying to spark a conversation with the man, although you got a feeling that he wasn't one to talk much.

"Work part time at the local mechanics. It's not much, but I like the work." He answered honestly causing you to smile softly.

"You would get along with my brother, Dean. He loves working with cars." You responded, but Daryl just shook his head.

"He's the older one, right? Nah, he already hates me. Ya saw the daggers he was giving me after we got back from killing those Chupacabra's." Daryl responded and you couldn't stop the laugh from escaping your lips.

He had a point. Dean wasn't too happy that you had gone off after Daryl by yourself and taken on the Chupacabra’s, and he sure as hell didn't like you giving Daryl your personal number either.

"Fair point." You chuckled causing Daryl to smile slightly as he stared at you from across the table.

"What 'bout you? Ya just hunt monsters for a livin'?" Daryl asked curiously.

"Pretty much. Been doing it since I was a kid, kinda the family business. Dad taught my brothers and I everything and after he died we just continued his legacy I guess." You answered, taking a sip of your beer as Daryl nodded.

"Speakin' of ya brothers. Do they know you're here?"

"God, no. I do not want to deal with their million questions and over protectiveness. I love them to death, but they're a pain in my ass sometimes. What about your brother?" You asked, but Daryl shook his head.

"Nah, he thinks you're a cop 'n he ain't a fan of cops." He answered and well that was fair enough.

It didn't take long before the waitress appeared and took your orders.

You both ended up getting the loaded burgers and fries. After a few more beers, you both began opening up a bit more.

You learned that he liked motorcycles and went hunting as often as he could. You knew he had a crossbow from the last time you met him, but he told you more about it and how it was a birthday present from Merle, the only present he had ever really gotten. He told you how Merle had first taught him how to hunt when he was a kid, taught him how to use a slingshot and how to gut and skin squirrels.

In return you told him a little about yourself. You told him how you never knew you were a Nephilim until you were in your 20's. You told him how your father taught you and your brothers how to shoot, fight and how to hunt, but not the same kind of hunting Daryl and Merle do.

You told him that you had never met your mother and that your father always refused to talk about her.. Daryl told you a bit about his mother and how she died in a house fire when he was a kid.

The two of you shared a lot of information and it should have scared you with how easy it was to talk to him.

You never spoke about your personal stuff with anyone, but for some reason it didn't scare you. You felt comfortable around Daryl and for whatever reason you knew that you could trust him.

"This has been nice." You commented, eating your last fry and looking over at Daryl who smiled softly.

"It has. Thanks for this." He responded, motioning to the area around him.

"Don't thank me, you're the one who called. I just chose the location." You replied, standing up from your chair and Daryl followed as you walked out the burger shack back onto the sandy beach.

"So... would ya wanna... I don't know. Wanna do this again some time?" Daryl asked nervously as he looked down at the ground while the two of you walked along the beach.

"I would love to." You responded causing Daryl's head to snap back up as he stared at you in shock. "Were you expecting a different answer?"

"Well, yeah. Ain't nobody wants anythin’ to do with a Dixon, ain't nothin’ but white trash rednecks." He muttered, looking away from you again, but you quickly stepped forward, grabbing his shoulder and this time he didn't flinch at the touch.

"I don't believe that." You simply responded.

"Ya should."

"No, you're a good man, Daryl Dixon. Look at me." You instructed as you let go of his shoulder and cupped his cheek with your hand, forcing him to look at you. "You're a good man and I like you, okay? I really really like you and I wanna see you again." You admitted and Daryl's eyes widened.

"Ya mean that?" He asked softly, unsure if you were just messing with him.

"Does this prove it?" You asked as you leant forward and placed a gentle kiss to his lips.

For a moment, Daryl didn't move, his entire body froze in place. But, a second later he melted into your kiss and started to kiss you back, his hands resting on your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"That proves it." He whispered against your lips as he kissed you again before pulling away, his hands still on your hips as he stared at you.

"Good. Now, you ready to teleport again? I promise, eventually it gets better the more you do it." You insisted causing Daryl to scoff in disbelief, but he nodded anyway as you grabbed his hand from your hip and closed your eyes.

A second later, you opened your eyes and you were standing in front the Dixon's trailer.

"That was meant to be better?" Daryl questioned, letting go of your hand as he rubbed his face, breathing heavily.

"I said eventually, not right away." You corrected unable to stop yourself from laughing at the look Daryl send your way.

"Remind me to say 'no' next time." He responded causing you to smile even more.

"So, there will be a next time?" You asked and Daryl nodded grabbing your hand again, pulling you towards him as he kissed you.

"Thank you for tonight, but I better get back before my brothers realise I'm gone." You said after a few seconds, pulling away from him and Daryl nodded in understanding.

"Take care of ya self out there, Angel." He said and you smiled softly at the nickname, kissing him one last time before you teleported back to your bedroom in the bunker.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat from behind you causing you to jump in surprise and spin around to find Cas standing in the doorway looking at you.

"Umm, hi." You tried to say casually hoping Cas didn't see you teleport.

"Where did you go?" He asked, but you just shrugged your shoulders trying to pretend that you didn't know what he was talking about. "I saw you teleport, Y/N."

"Don't tell my brothers." You quickly said causing Cas to look at you with a disapproving expression.

"What did you do?" He asked, although it sounded like he didn't really wanna know the answer.

"Remember when Sam, Dean and I went on that Chupacabra case? I just went on a date with Daryl Dixon." You admitted and it took Cas a moment to process what you just said because your name and the word dating did not belong together.

"Okay... and is that a bad thing?"

You smiled softly at Cas' innocence.

"No, the opposite actually. But, you know what my brothers are like, especially, Dean. Just don't tell them. Promise me you won't." You begged, taking a step towards him.

"Okay, I promise." He replied and you sighed with relief before you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him. "Thank you."

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Blind-Sided. (Part 1)

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Summary: This fic just follows the first episode, but Dean has a daughter, you.

Word Count: 7,098.

Fandom: Supernatural.

Warnings: Swearing, etc.

Pairings: Dean X Daughter!Reader, Sam X Niece!Reader.

Note: I did not proof-read this.. Here’s the first part to Blind-Sided. I have no idea where this was going, I just wanted to write something. I didn’t know what to do with this first part, but here it is and I might do another part maybe, differently, of course.

Here’s the Prologue to this.

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"So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal, apple pie-life? Is that it?" Dean questioned, walking behind the impala.

"No, not normal. Safe." Sam answered, following behind Dean. "And that's why you ran away." Dean said, scoffing.

Sam huffed, "I was just going to college. It was dad who said' if I was going to go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." Sam says, looking at Dean.

"Yeah, well, dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already, I can feel it." Dean said, "I can't do this alone." He added, looking back at Sam.

"Yes, you can." Sam says quietly, "yeah, well, I don't want to." Dean says, looking away from Sam.

Before Sam can reply, he hears a small voice asking; "is everything okay, dad?" They both turned to look at you, seeing you lean out the window, tiredly rubbing your eyes.

Dean smiled at you, "yeah, bug, go back to sleep." Dean says to you, hearing a small 'okay' from you, he turned back to Sam.

"So, 'dad' huh?" Sam asked, a small smile on his lips. Dean scoffed, "shut up, bitch." He retorts, hearing Sam laugh, he smiled again.

"Alright, jerk." Sam says, "what was he hunting?" He asked, Dean turned to open the trunk, letting out a small 'alright' "Let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean talked to himself, looking through the trunk.

"So, when dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked, leaning against the car. "I was working my own gig, this voodoo thing, down in New Orleans." Dean replied.

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Sam mockingly asked, Dean looked at him. "I'm 26, dude." Dean says defensively.

Dean grabbed a folder, taking out the papers, "alright, here we go." He says, standing straight. "So, dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California.

About a month ago, this guy. They had found his car, but he had vanished, completely MIA." Dean says, starting to explain what their father was hunting, handing Sam some papers.

Sam looked at the papers Dean handed him, "so maybe he was kidnapped." He suggested, looking up from the papers.

"Yeah, well, here's another in April, another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92, ten of them in the past twenty years.

All men, all same five-mile stretch of road." Dean says, putting the papers back into the folder. "It started happening more and more, so, dad went to go dig around.

That was about three weeks ago, and I haven't heard from hi since. Which is bad enough." Dean added, grabbing a recorder.

"And then I get this voicemail yesterday." Dean said, pressing play, both he and Sam listening to the recording. "You know there's E.V.P. on that?" Sam asked, looking at Dean.

Dean grinned, "not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Sam looked down, shaking his head. "All right, so, I slowed the message down and ran it through a gold-wave, took out the hiss and this is what I got." Dean says, pressing play again.

"I can never go home." A woman says on the recording. Dean looked at Sam, pausing the recorder. "Never go home." Sam repeated, thinking about the recording.

Dean stood up, closing the trunk of his car, "you know, in almost two years, I never bothered you or asked you for a thing." Dean says in a matter-of-factly tone, turning to sit on the car, looking at Sam.

Sam sighs, "all right, I'll go. I'll help you find him." Sam says, "but I have to get back first-thing Monday. Just wait here." He added, turning to go pack a few things.

Before he can walk away, "what's first-thing Monday?" Dean asked, Sam turned back around, "I have this... I have an interview." Sam answers, "what, a job interview? Skip it." Dean says, shrugging his shoulders.

Sam scoffed, he knew Dean wouldn't understand. "It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam said, frowning at Dean.

"Law school?" Dean asked, smiling at Sam. "So, we got a deal or not?" Sam asked, Dean stayed quiet. Sam took that as a yes and left to go pack.

Dean got into his car, sighing. "So, that's uncle Sam, huh?" You asked once he sat down. Dean turned to look at you, "I thought you went back to sleep." He says, seeing you shrug your shoulders.

"I tried, but I couldn't sleep." You say, moving closer to the front of the car. "He sounded upset, is he not coming?" You asked, Dean noticed that you were worried.

"He's coming, but only for a few days." Dean answered, frowning a little. "Can we listen to AC/DC while we wait?" You asked, sitting back against your seat.

Dean grinned widely, going through his collection, putting in the cassette, Highway To Hell starts playing.

Dean looked at you through the mirror, seeing you smile. Dean smiled, he knew this was one of your favorite songs by AC/DC.

You were badly singing along to another song, you laughed, watching your dad drumming along to the beat against the steering wheel. Dean turned to you, smiling.

The song ended and Walk All Over You started playing, Dean heard you sighing, seeing you lean forward and resting your head against the back of the front seat.

Halfway through the song, Dean noticed you were watching Sam with curious eyes.

Dean turned down the music, starting the car and started to drive away from the building.

Nobody spoke, you broke the some-what silence; "hi." Dean heard you say softly to Sam. Dean saw from the corner of his eye, Sam turning to you in surprise.

"Hi, what's your name?" Sam asked politely. Dean looked in mirror, seeing you smile, "Y/n." You replied, holding your hand out to shake his.

Sam smiled, taking your hand and shook it, "nice to meet you." You both say at the same time, making you laugh. Dean smiled, he loved to hear you laugh.

"Daddy said you'd be tall, and smart, and that's why you're at college." Dean heard you say, Sam laughed, "yeah. Yeah, I am." He said, turning in his seat to look at you.

"What else did he tell you?" Sam asked curiously. Dean listened to you tell Sam all the things you can, until you were starting to fall asleep.

As soon as you fell asleep, Sam turned back forward, glancing at Dean.

Dean looked at you through the mirror again, seeing you wrapped in your blanket. Sam also looking at you again, once he knew you were fully asleep, he looked at Dean.

"Who's who her mother? How old is she?" Sam asked, Dean sighed, his jaw clenching and unclenching a few times. "Remember Mia?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam.

"Yeah, her parents were killed by, what was it? Vampires? Yeah, vampires." Sam says, nodding his head. "Yeah." Dean says, "that's who her mother is?" Sam asked again.

"Yeah, and to answer your other question; she's five, about to turn six soon." Dean said, smiling at Sam. "Where is she?" Sam asked quietly, "Mia, she called me. Told me to go to her as fast as I can.

And I did. What I wasn't expecting was to find her bleeding out and little Y/n confused, but still trying to her mom." Dean said, gripping the steering wheel and loosening his grip.

"She died, but asked me to look after our daughter. I wasn't sure at first, but once I had a good look at her, I knew. She was, is, my daughter." Dean added, Sam turned to look at you.

You were still asleep, Sam stared at you, noticing you had some of Dean's features. Sam smiled softly, he knew once you opened your eyes, they'd be a little like your mom's, if he remembered correctly.

Sam turned back forward in his seat, sighing.

About five hours into driving nonstop, you were still asleep.

Sam looked at you again, chuckling and shaking his hand. "Is she always asleep when you drive?" Sam asked, Dean glanced at him, smiling. "Yeah, I think she loves the sound of the engine." Dean answered.

Half an hour later, you woke up, as Dean parked at a gas station. Dean got out of the car, you following besides him. "What are you doing?" Dean asked, looking down at you.

"I have to use the bathroom." You answered, looking up at him, both of you walking inside, you, heading straight for the bathroom.

Dean shook his head, grabbing a few things to buy, also grabbing what he knew you liked. Dean walked up to the counter, seeing you walking over to him. After Dean paid for the stuff, he handed you some of the stuff.

Both of you walked outside, you going towards the car and going inside, while Dean went to fill up the car with gas.

"Hey, you want breakfast?" Dean asked, holding up a bag of chips and a bottle of soda in one hand and candy in the other. Sam scoffed, "no, thanks." He answered, going through Dean's cassette tapes.

"Besides, how'd you pay for all that stuff? You and dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asked, "yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean answered.

"Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards." He added, going over to the drivers side once he was done.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head, "yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam asked, closing the door, box of cassette tapes on his lap.

"Uh, Burt Aframian, and his son Hector." Dean said, tossing the stuff he had in his hands on the seat, starting the car. "Scored two cards out of the deal." He added, smiling at Sam.

"Sounds about right." Sam admitted, nodding his head. "I swear man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection." Sam said, still going through the box of tapes.

"Why?" Dean questioned, "well, for one; they're cassette tapes, and two; Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." Sam answers, throwing a cassette tape back into the box.

"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake-hole." Dean stated, grabbing one of the tapes and put it in. "You know, 'Sammy' is a chubby twelve-year old. It's Sam, okay?" Sam says, as Back In Black started playing.

Dean heard you laugh, he smiled at Sam. "Sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." Dean says, turning up the music and drove away from the gas station.

Sam got off the phone, hanging up. "All right, so, there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something." Sam said, Dean glanced at him, nodding.

"Check it out." Dean says, seeing police cars and officers on a bridge. Dean parked away from them and looked in the glove compartment. "Alright, sweetheart. You know what to do." Dean says to you.

"Stay hidden, and don't make any noise." Dean heard you say monotonously, he turned to look at you, seeing a comic book in your hands and sitting at the far right in the shadow.

Sam turned to look at you, wondering just how used to this you are. "Let's go." Dean says to Sam, he followed Dean, going out the door and walking towards the abandon car, he assumed.

"Spotless. It's almost too clean." Dean and Sam heard someone say, "so, this kid, Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" A man asked, "yeah." Another replied, "how's Amy doing?" He asked again.

"She's putting up missing posters downtown." He answered, "you fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Dean asked, "and who are you?" The same person asked, looking at Dean and Sam.

"Federal marshals." Dean answered, showing him his fake badge. "You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" He questioned skeptically, "ha, thanks. That's awfully kind of you.

You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean asked again, walking closer to the car. "Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There's been others before that." He answered.

"So, this victim. You knew him?" Sam asked him, he nodded his head. "Town like this, everybody knows everybody." He answers, "any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean asked, walking around the car, hands behind his back.

"No, not as far as we can tell." He answered, "so, what's the theory?" Sam asked, walking towards Dean. "Honestly? We don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" He answered.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean commented, Sam stomped on Dean's foot, forcing a smile at the police officer.

"Thank you for your time." Sam said to him, "gentlemen." He added, walking away, Dean following behind him and hitting Sam behind his head.

"Ow." Sam said, turning to Dean. "What was that for?" Sam asked, "why you gotta step on my foot?" Dean asked, "why do you gotta talk to police like that?" Sam retorted, Dean looked at him.

"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find dad, we gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." Dean said, Sam looked over Dean's shoulder, clearing his throat.

Dean turned around, seeing the sheriff and two FBI agents. "Can I help you boys?" The sheriff asked, "no, sir. We were just leaving." Dean answered, "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." Dean said as the two FBI agents walked past them.

Dean and Sam walked past the sheriff and towards the impala.

Dean turned to looked at you, seeing that you were asleep again.

He and Sam got out of the car and saw a girl hanging up a missing poster. "I'll bet you that's her." Dean says, "yeah." Sam said, both of them walking towards her.

"You must be Amy." Dean says to her, "yeah." She answers, "yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean and this is Sammy." Dean said, pointing to Sam.

"He never mentioned you to me." Amy says, glancing at them and starting to walk again. "Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto." Dean says, walking besides her.

"So, we're looking for him too and we're kinda asking around." Sam said, standing in front of her, another girl walked over to them. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked Amy, "yeah." Amy answered her.

"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked them, "sure." Amy said, all of them walking towards a restaurant. "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home.

He said he would call me right back. And, uh... he never did." Amy explained, the four of them sitting in a booth. "He didn't say anything strange? Or out of the ordinary?" Sam asks, "no." Amy replied, "nothing I can remember." She added, shaking her head.

Sam looked at her, "I like your necklace." He said, nodding at it. Amy looked down, grabbing the pendant into her hand, smiling. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents,

with all that devil stuff." She says, breathing out a laugh. Sam smiled, looking down at the cup in his hands and looking back at her. "Actually, it means just the opposite.

A pentagram is protection against evil." Sam explains, "really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." He added, "okay. Thank you, unsolved Mysteries." Dean said, patting Sam's shoulder.

"Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared... something's not right. So, if you've heard anything..." Dean said, seeing them look at each other.

"What is it?" Dean asked, "well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy's friend says, looking between him and Sam. "What do they talk about?" Sam and Dean questioned at the same time.

Amy's friend glanced at her, looking back at them. "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like, decades ago. Well, supposedly, she's still out there.

She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up, well, they disappear forever." She explains to them. Sam and Dean looked at each other.

You were still asleep when they went back to the car.

Dean and Sam decided to go to the local library to search for some more answers, leaving you in the car again.

Dean was typing on the computer, 'no results found' Dean read, his brows furrowed, typing again, 'no results found' showing again. "Let me try." Sam says, his hand going towards the keyboard.

Dean swatted his hand away, "I got it." He says, typing again. Sam sighed, pushing Dean's chair away. "Dude! You're such a control freak." He said, hitting Sam.

"So, angry spirits are born out of violent deaths, right?" Sam asks, typing on the keyboard. "Yeah," Dean answered, looking at the computer screen. "But maybe it's not murder." Sam said, typing in 'Suicide' instead of 'Murder'.

'1 result found' it showed, Sam clicked on it, Dean's eyebrows rose, glancing at Sam and then back at the screen.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge. Drowns in the river." Sam read aloud, "does it say why she did it?" Dean asks, "yeah." Sam answers.

"Why?" Dean asks again, "an hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back, they aren't breathing.

Both die." Sam read again, "hmm." Dean says, "'our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it.' Said husband Joseph Welch." Sam finished, "that bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked, pointing at the picture with a pen.

It was dark when Dean and Sam went back to the car, they saw that you were awake, waiting for them.

He and Sam decided to go back to the bridge, Dean parked and looked at you. "Stay in the car, okay?" He asked, you nodded your head, leaning against the car door.

Both he and Sam got out of the car and walked in the middle of the bridge. "So, this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said, leaning over, looking at the running water below.

"You think dad would have been here?" Sam asked, looking at Dean. "Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean answered, walking and looking around.

"Okay, so now what?" Sam asked, following behind Dean. "Now we keep digging till we find him. Might take a while." Dean replied, Sam stopped walking, sighing. "Dean. I told you. I gotta get back by..."

"By Monday. Right. The interview." Dean interrupted, turning to look at Sam. "Yeah," Sam says, "yeah. I forgot." He added, "you're really serious about this, aren't you?

You think you're just gonna become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean questioned, "maybe. Why not?" Sam answers, "does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Dean asked again.

"No. And she's not ever going to know." Sam says, stepping closer to Dean. "Well, that's healthy." Dean says, "you can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later

you're gonna have to face up to who you really are." he added, turning to walk again. "And who's that?" Sam asked, following Dean. "You're one of us." Dean answered simply.

"No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life." Sam says, walking in front of Dean, both of them stopping. "You have a responsibility." Dean stated, "to dad? And his crusade?

If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what mom looks like." Sam says, "and what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone and she isn't coming back.

I mean, even Y/n won't know who her grandmother is, other than you and dad telling her who she is and the pictured you guys show her." He added, Dean grabbed Sam and pushed him against the bridge.

"Don't talk about her like that." Dean says, looking at Sam. Dean let go of him, walking away from Sam. Dean saw a woman standing on the railing of the bridge.

"Sam." Dean says, not looking away from the woman as she looked at the both of them and then jumped off the bridge. They both ran towards her, leaning over and seeing nothing.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked, "I don't know." Sam says, as the engine of Dean's car started and the lights turned on. Dean looked towards his car, Sam doing the same thing.

"What the?" Dean says, "who's driving your car? Does Y/n know how to start the car? Did you leave the keys?" Sam asks, Dean pulled out his keys from his pocket.

"No." Dean answered, holding up the keys. Sam looked at the keys in Dean's hand and back at the car as it started to drive towards them, they both heard you scream as it drove.

Dean and Sam ran away from the car, jumping off the bridge. It stopped driving as they jumped off. Sam, even though he jumped off, he grabbed onto the bridge. Sam climbed and sat on the edge, looking down at the running water below.

"Dean! Dean!" Sam yelled, seeing Dean crawling out of the water and lying down on his back. "What?" Dean yelled back, Sam smiled. "Hey, are you alright?" Sam asked.

"I'm super." Dean says, laying there for a while. Sam laughed, going over the rails and saw you standing just outside the car. Sam walked over to you, "hey, are you okay?" He asked, putting a hand on your shoulder.

Sam saw you jump in surprise, but relaxed once you saw it was him. "Where's my dad?" You asked, looking up at him. "He's down by the water, he's coming." Sam answered, as you climbed onto the hood of the car.

"Did the ghost do that to the car?" You asked, looking at Sam. "Yeah," Sam replied, standing next to you. It was five minutes before Sam heard Dean walking over to the both of you.

"Y/n, thank god." Dean says, Sam looked at you, seeing your nose scrunching. "Are you okay?" Dean asks, walking closer to you, but you hid behind Sam. "Yeah, I'm okay." You say from behind Sam.

Sam laughed, "what are you doing, bug?" Dean asked, trying to look at you. "You stink." You say, again, from behind Sam, peaking at your dad, smiling. You jumped down from the car, going back inside, Sam walking besides you.

Dean shook his head, going to look over his car, opening the hood of it. "Car all right?" Sam asked, walking over to Dean, as he closed it. "Yeah. Whatever she did to it, seems all right now." Dean answers, standing in front of the car, Sam nodded his head.

"That Constance chick, what a bitch!" Dean yelled, "well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam says, he and Dean sitting on the hood of the car.

"So, where's the trail go from here, genius?" Sam asked, Dean threw his hands up, shrugging. Sam, finally noticing the stench coming off of Dean, looking at him.

"Y/n's right, you smell like a toilet." Sam said, looking at Dean. Dean looked down at himself, he did smell.

Dean found a motel as the sun came up. You stayed in the car while he and Sam went to go check in.

"One room, please." Dean says, the man grabbed the credit card Dean put on the counter. "You guys having a reunion or somethin'?" He asked, looking up from the card and then at him and Sam.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, "that other guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." He answered, Dean nodded his head, looking at Sam.

Both of them walked out and headed towards the room their dad paid for, after asking which room it was.

Sam picked the lock, while Dean stood behind him, looking around. Sam opened the door, walking inside, looking behind himself and saw Dean still standing there. Sam grabbed Dean's jacket and pulled him inside.

Sam closed the door once Dean was inside, still holding onto him. They both looked around the room, "whoa." Sam said, Dean walked over to a lamp and turned it on.

Dean grabbed a hamburger that was on the nightstand and smelt it, he groaned, putting it back on the nightstand. "I don't think he's been here for a couple of days, at least." Dean says, looking at Sam.

Sam was crouching down, looking at the salt around the bed. "Salt. Cat's eye shells. He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Sam says, standing up, looking at Dean.

Dean walked over to the wall, looking at the papers their dad hung up. "What do you got here?" Sam asked, walking over to Dean. "Centennial Highway victims." Dean answers, still looking at the papers.

"I don't get it. They're different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities... there's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" Dean asked, as Sam walked over to the other side of the room.

Sam turned on another lamp, "huh. Dad figured it out." Sam said, staring at the papers. Dean looked at him, "what do you mean?" He asked, "he found the same article we did.

Constance Welch. She's a 'Woman In White'." Sam answers, looking at Dean, while he looked back at the wall in front of him. "You sly dogs. Alright, so, if we're dealing with a 'Woman In White', dad would have

found the corpse and destroyed it." Dean says, looking back at Sam. Sam looked at the papers in front of him, "she might have another weakness." He said, nodding his head.

"No, dad would wanna make sure. He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?" Dean says, walking over to Sam, standing by him. "No. Not that I can tell. If I were dad, though, I'd go ask her husband.

If he's still alive." Sam says, "hmm." Dean said, "alright. Why don't you go see if you can find an address and get Y/n from the Car. I'm gonna get cleaned up." Dean says, "hey, Dean. What I said earlier, about mom and dad, I'm sorry..." Sam starts to say, but Dean held up a hand to stop him.

"No chick flick moments." Dean interrupts, Sam laughed, "all right, jerk." Sam says, nodding his head. "Bitch." Dean replied, heading into the bathroom.

Sam chuckled, walking towards a mirror and grabbing a picture of his dad, Dean and him, smiling at it.

Sam went out the door, to go get you and Dean's bag so he can change into different clothes.

Sam and you walked into the room, Sam saw you head straight for the bed and immediately going to sleep.

Sam laughed, walking towards the bathroom and putting Dean's bag inside by the door, closing it and walking back towards the bed, sitting down.

As Sam was listening to his voicemail, Dean walked out of the bathroom. "Hey, man, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner and also grab Y/n something to eat as well." Dean says, grabbing his jacket.

"You want anything?" Dean asked, "no," Sam answered, looking at Dean. "Aframian's buying." Dean said, standing by the door. "Uh-uh." Sam said, Dean looked at you and walked out the door.

Putting on his jacket, Dean looked to his right, seeing the cops from yesterday and the guy from check-in, pointing at Dean.

Dean turned, grabbing his phone out of his pocket, calling Sam. "What?" Sam answered, "dude, five-o. Take off." Dean says, "what about you?" Sam asked, "uh, they kind of spotted me.

Go find dad." Dean said, hanging up the phone. Dean turned around, looking at the cops. "Problem, officers?" Dean asked, smiling at them. "Where's your partner?" One of them asked, crossing his arms.

"Partner, what... What Partner?" Dean asked, stalling them.

Sam woke you up, looking out the window as a police officer walked over to the room.

"Come on, sweetheart." Sam says, both of you heading into the bathroom and out the window.

Both Sam and you walked around and headed straight for the impala. Sam opened the door for you and closed it once you were inside. Sam went over to the drivers side and started the car, driving away.

"Where's my dad?" Sam heard you ask tiredly, "uh, about that. It might be a while before we see him again." Sam answers, looking at you through the mirror.

"Can we go somewhere and eat?" You asked again, "I'm hungry." You added, "Yeah, sure." Sam says, going to the diner that Dean was supposed to go to.

Sam parked, both of you getting out the car and walked into the diner. Both of you walked towards an empty booth, a waitress walked over to you guys and handed both of you menus.

"Hi, what's your name cutie?" She asks, smiling at you. Sam saw you smiling nervously at her, "Y/n." You answer, looking at Sam and back at her. The waitress looked at Sam.

"She yours?" She asked, "oh, no. No, she's my niece." Sam says, "hey, uncle Sam. Can we order now?" You asked, Sam looked at you. "Yeah, sweetheart." Sam says, "what do you want?" He asked, you smiled.

"French toast, please?" You asked politely, looking up at the waitress. She nodded her head, looking at Sam. "Same for me." Sam says, grabbing the menu from you and handing both of them to the waitress.

"Okay, you want anything to drink?" She asked, grabbing the menus. "Apple juice, please?" Sam hears you say, "water for me, thanks." Sam said to her, "alright." The waitress said, walking away.

After you both ate, Sam and you were driving around town. Sam was asking around for Joseph Welch.

Sam parked, once he found out where Joseph Welch lived. Sam turned to look at you, seeing you laying down and reading another comic book.

Sam got out of the car and headed straight for the door, knocking on it. A man answered the door, "hi, uh, are you Joseph Welch?" Sam asked, "yeah." He answered, walking out the door.

"Did this guy, come over and ask you a few questions?" Sam questioned, both of them walking, Sam handed him a picture. "Yeah. He was older, but that's him." Joseph says, handing back the picture.

"Came by here three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter." He added, "that's right. We're working on a story together." Sam said, nodding at him. "Well, I don't know what the hell kind of story you're working on.

The questions he asked me." Joseph says, looking at Sam. "About your late wife, Constance." Sam says, "he asked me where she was buried." Joseph says, "and where is that again?" Sam asked.

"What, I gotta go through this twice?" He asked, "it's fact-checking." Sam says, "if you don't mind." He added.

"In a plot behind my old place, over on Breckenridge." Joseph says, "and why did you move?" Sam continued to ask, "I'm not gonna live in the house my children died." Joseph admitted, he stopped walking, looking at Sam.

Sam stopped walking as well, looking back at Joseph. "Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?" Sam asks, "no, way. Constance, she was the love of my life." Joseph replied, shaking his head.

"Prettiest woman I ever know." He added, "so, you had a happy marriage?" Sam asked, nodding his head. "Definitely." Joseph answered hesitantly, Sam sighed. "Well, that should do it.

Thanks for your time." Sam says, walking towards Dean's car. Sam looked at the keys in his hands in thought, looking up. "Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a 'Woman In White'?" Sam asked, looking over at Joseph.

Joseph turned to look at Sam. "A what?" Joseph asked, "a 'Woman In White'. Or sometimes 'Weeping Woman'?" Sam repeated, "it's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really.

Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years. Dozens of places: In Hawaii, Mexico, lately, in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women, you understand, but all share the same story." Sam explains, walking over to Joseph.

"Boy, I don't care much for nonsense." Joseph says, turning to walk away. "See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them. And these woman, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children.

Then, once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him.

And that man is never seen again." Sam added, "you think... that has something to do with Constance, you smart-ass?" Joseph asked angrily, "you tell me." Sam says, "I mean, maybe.. Maybe I made some mistakes

But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you get the hell outta here. And you don't come back." Joseph said, looking at Sam, before walking away.

Sam sighed, watching him walk away. Sam got into the car and drove away, calling the police station and faking a call.

A few hours of driving around, Sam headed towards Breckenridge.

Sam answered his phone, "fake 911 phone call, Sammy? I don't know, that's pretty illegal." Sam heard Dean say, "you're welcome." Sam says, smiling. "Listen, we gotta talk." Dean says.

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a 'Woman In White', and she's buried behind her old house, so that would have been dad's next stop..." Sam says, "Sammy, would shut up for a second?" Dean asked, interrupting him.

"I can't figure out why he hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." Sam added, "that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho." Dean said, "what? How do you know that?" Sam asked, glancing at you in the mirror.

"I've got his journal." Dean answered, "he doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam says, focusing back and forth from the road and the side of the road.

"Yeah, well, he did this time." Dean says, "what's it say?" Sam questioned, "ah, that same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going." Dean replied.

"Coordinates. Where to?" Sam asked again, "I'm not sure yet." Dean answers, "I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that dad would just skip out in the middle of a job?

Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam asked, "whoa!" He gasped, stepping on the brakes and dropping the phone. "Sam? Sam, are you guys okay? Sam!" Dean yells on the phone.

The car stopped, Sam looked at the road in front of him, breathing heavily. "Uh. Uncle Sam?" Sam heard you ask, he turned to look at you.

Sam saw you looking at a woman sitting next to you, she looked at you and then at Sam. "Take me home." Was all she said, Sam and you didn't respond to her for a while.

"Take me home." She repeated firmly, "no." Sam says, looking at her through the mirror. She squinted her eyes at him, locking the doors and started to drive the car.

Sam tried to open the doors and windows, then he tried to get control of the steering wheel, but it was no use. Sam sighed, sitting back against his seat.

The car parked outside an abandoned house, "don't do this." Sam says, looking at her through the mirror again. "I can never go home." She says, despair in her voice, looking at the house.

"You're scared to go home." Sam says, turning to look at her, but she was gone when he turned around, looking at where she was sitting and then at you.

Sam turned back forward, looking out the door and then at the passenger side, seeing her again. She was moving closer to Sam and placing herself on his lap.

"Hold me, I'm so cold." She said, "you can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful." Sam says, "I've never been." He added, closing his eyes, trying to move away from her touch.

She leaned towards his ear, "you will be. Just hold me." She says, before kissing him. She sat up and disappeared. Sam looked around, seeing you had your eyes covered, sitting on the seat with your back against the door.

Sam screamed in pain, unzipping his sweater and looked at his chest, seeing her fingers in his chest as she reappeared, disfigured. Sam screamed in pain, while you screamed in fear.

You both heard gun shots and glass breaking, Sam looked out the broken window, seeing Dean aiming his gun at the window still. Dean shot again, Sam sat up, "I'm taking you home." Sam said, driving the car straight into the house.

Dean's eyes widen seeing the car go straight into the house and heard you stop screaming. "Sam!" Dean yelled, Sam stopped the car. "Sam?" Dean asked, "here." Sam answers, groaning in pain.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, walking towards your door, seeing you leaning against the seat, unconscious. "Hey, bug, are you okay?" Dean asked as he opened the door looking over you.

You had a cut on your right side of your forehead, other than that, you were fine, unconscious, but fine as Dean can tell. Dean lied you down, leaving you in the car.

"Sam are you okay?" Dean asked, going out the car and going to the front passenger side to help Sam out. "Yeah, I'm fine. I think, is she okay?" Sam answered, looking at you and then at Dean who opened the door, "can you move?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Help me." Sam replied, Dean helped him out of the car. "There you go." Dean said, both of them standing by the car, seeing Constance holding a picture frame.

She looked up from the frame, looking at the both of them angrily, throwing the picture frame down and pushing a dresser in front of them, they both groaned, trying to push the dresser away from them.

The lights flickered and Constance looked towards the stairs, water was coming down. She went over by the bottom of the stairs, seeing her children. "You've come home to us, mommy." They both say, going by her side and hugging her.

Constance screamed, the three of them dissolving into a puddle.

Dean and Sam watched their interaction, before looking at each other and finally pushing the dresser down and away from them. Both of them walking over to where Constance and her kids were not ten seconds ago.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean says, sighing. "That's why she could never go home." Sam said, "she was too scared to face 'em." He added, smiling at Dean.

"Found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." Dean says, patting Sam on his chest, Sam laughed in pain, "yeah, I wish I could say the same for you." Sam says looking at Dean. "What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam asks, Dean turned to look at him.

"Hey. Saved your ass." Dean says. pointing at Sam. Dean bent down, inspecting his car. "And I'll tell you another thing; if you screwed up my car, I'll kill you." Dean stated, looking at Sam.

Dean drove, AC/DC's Highway To Hell was playing. Sam was looking at a map, trying to find where the coordinates lead to.

"Okay, here's where dad went. It's called Black Water Ridge, Colorado." Sam says, Dean nodded his head. "Sounds charming. How far?" Dean asked, glancing at the map.

"About 600 miles." Sam answered, "if we shag ass, we can make it by morning." Dean said hopefully, looking at Sam. Sam looked up from the map and then at Dean.

"Dean, I..." Sam says, "you're not going." Dean says, "the interview's in, like ten hours. I gotta be there." Sam stated, Dean sighs quietly, nodding his head. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home." Dean said, focusing back on the road.

After hours of driving, Dean parked in front of Sam's building. Sam got out, leaning against the open window. "You'll call me if you find him?" He asked, Dean nodded his head.

"Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?" Sam asks, smiling. "Yeah, all right." Dean replies, "bye, uncle Sammy." Sam turned to look at you, "bye, sweetheart." He says, smiling at you.

Sam stood up straight, walking towards his building. Dean started the car, "Sam." Dean says, looking out the window. Sam turned and looked at Dean, "you know, we made one hell of a team back there." Dean said, "yeah." Sam replied.

Dean looked away and started driving. Sam watched the car, sighing.

Dean drove around the building, wanting to check on Sam, he looked at you after parking the car again. "Stay here, alright?" Dean said, "okay." You say as Dean got out of the car and ran up towards Sam's apartment.

Dean kicked the door open, "Sam!" Dean yelled, running towards the bedroom. Dean saw Sam laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, while the room was on fire. Dean looked up, seeing Sam's girlfriend on the ceiling.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean yelled at him, "Jess!" Sam yells, Dean walked over to him and pulled him up from the bed, pushing Sam out the door. "No! No, Jess!" Sam yells over Dean's shoulder, looking at the ceiling.

"We gotta get out!" Dean yells, still pushing Sam out the door, while he kept yelling for his girlfriend.

Sam stood behind the impala, the trunk open, while firefighters put out the fire. Dean walked over to him.

Dean looked at Sam, "hey, are you okay?" He asked, Sam nodded his head, throwing a gun back into the trunk.

"We've got work to do." Sam said, closing the trunk and walked towards the passenger side. Dean got in and drove away.

You guys stayed there for a few days longer before Dean decided to check out the coordinates their dad left behind for him.

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Just One Day

↳ being the extraordinary Choi Yeonjun’s ordinary ex girlfriend had begun to feel like nothing more than a fun fact the longer you two had been apart. He had gone to Korea to chase his dream, and you had all but forgotten about the way he made you feel. When Yeonjun calls and explains he’ll be back for a day, do you go for it?

➤ fluff, angst, smut, idol!yeonjun x ex girlfriend!reader

Word count: 5,313

Requested?: yes

Warnings: This includes (badly written) mature content! Please do not read between the illustrated borders if you’re under 18 or uncomfortable! Smut warnings include: unprotected sex (don’t do it!), some dirty talk, slight male masturbation. General warnings include:swearing, awkwardness, slight pining, self doubt, mentions of crying/heartbreak, Yeonjun is a sly little shit, Feelings, me not editing or proof reading, me not keeping a very good time line for the story (how long ago did they date? How long were they together? What era are txt in when this story takes place? I didn’t bother to specify so feel free to let your mind run wild)

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It felt weird seeing the Snapchat memory pop up. A younger you smiled back through the screen, hair messy from the wind. Even weirder is the sight of a younger Choi Yeonjun, cheek pressed right against yours and a wide smile taking over his face. You hadn’t forgotten him, there was no way you could, but you had certainly forgotten this day. This date. The two of you had spent the day at an amusement park, skin turning red under the sun as you rode every attraction the park had to offer. As you clicked through the memory, you found a video you took of him dancing next to the picnic table the two of you ate overpriced fries and pizza on. The sound of your own laugh made you smile. You had really been so happy. So many happy memories with Yeonjun cropped up in your mind. All of the movie nights, walks along the lake, lunches and mini golf dates flooded you.

With the happy memories also came the hurt. The countdown to the day he had to leave for Korea, knowing nothing would ever be the same again. You had blocked out so many bad things, but one you could never forget was the night before he left. Since he was leaving so early in the morning, you had come to sleep over so you could be sure not to miss saying goodbye. As the night fell, you clutched onto his shirt and begged him not to forget you. It was pathetic how much you sniffled and sobbed into the thin fabric and pleaded with any entity listening to keep Yeonjun in your life. He had cried too, although you never noticed. The sound of your sobbing consumed his senses as the two of you laid down in his bed and he knew he could do nothing but hold you until you fell asleep. When the heaving and shaking stopped, he looked down on your swollen, tear streaked face and began shaking with his own silent sobs. He loved you. You loved him. But that love wasn’t enough to keep the two of you together in the way you wished. Yeonjun didn’t sleep that night. Instead, he watched you sleep and pretended everything was okay. Pretended he wasn’t leaving you behind minutes after sunrise.

That night is one of your very worst memories. You threw your phone to the side, rubbing your hands over your face to reduce some of the weight laying on your shoulders. A hot shower was definitely in order to relieve some tension in your muscles.

Your worries washed down the drain with the scalding water. With a clearer mind you were able to push the sad memories of years past back to the dark corner of your mind where you left them originally. The rest of your day was normal, save for the fact that you felt as if the selfie of you and Yeonjun you had seen earlier was permanently tattooed behind your eyelids. At every spare moment you had you were thinking of him. The Yeonjun you had fallen in love with way before he had millions of other people following his every move. You had neglected to keep up with his actions many months ago when you decided that there was no point in mulling over a guy who would never come back to you.

And given the general lack of interest of kpop harbored by your family and friends; it wasn’t hard for you to reduce Yeonjun to nothing more than a boyfriend who had to move far away. Most of the people in your life now didn’t even know about the years old relationship, anyway. You had decided it was much better that way.

Your day was boring, to be totally honest. You had dedicated the day to cleaning, but your small apartment needed less attention than you originally thought. By 6:30pm, you had already made and eaten dinner and started yourself on a marathon of Hunger Games movies. Right in the middle of Katniss’ adventures in the 74th games; your phone began to vibrate against your thigh with a phone call. The number came up as unknown, and you didn’t recognize the area code as a local one so you let the call drop. Katniss was mourning the death of Rue when your phone vibrated again. This time you saw a voicemail from the mystery number. You were confused. A little bit annoyed at the intrusion, but mostly really confused. Usually scam callers didn’t leave messages, and everyone else that was important to your life was in your phone as a contact.

What the hell, you thought. Just listen to the voicemail and see who it's from, you can always delete the message and block the number later. Disregarding Katniss’ heavy breathing, you clicked on the notification and pressed your phone to your ear. There were a few seconds of silence and some shuffling that made you think it was an accidental butt dial to a very wrong number until a clear voice broke through.

“Hey, Y/N. I know this is super weird but-“ you dropped your phone out of your hand as if it had bitten you. You knew that voice. Yeonjun. What the fuck? With your phone left forgotten on the couch you nervously walked around your apartment. What did he want? How did he get your number? Why was he calling you?

After some self convincing and a cold glass of water, you decided you would get all your answers if you’d just finish listening to the damn voicemail. This time, you listened closer and in the silence of the beginning you could hear some faint Korean that made your blood run cold. This was for real. Yeonjun’s voice crackled through the phone again.

“I’m, uh, in the US right now. LA, actually. We just landed like an hour ago and I though of you- is that weird?” He cleared his throat, “I have a day off tomorrow and I was wondering if you’d want to meet up? If you don’t, it’s okay.” A heavy sigh and some more shouting of Korean in the back. “But if you do, we can meet at 10am at that breakfast place you like? I looked it up, the one between the library and the corner market we used to go to? Okay. That’s it. Um, bye.” Even after the end of the message you kept your phone pressed to your ear, in total disbelief of what you’d just heard.

Numbly, you unpaused the movie although none of the horrors of the Games stirred you like normal. The only thing you could focus on was whether or not you should go meet Yeonjun in the morning. What did you have to lose? Other than a little pride if he stood you up or something of the sort, you couldn’t think of much. You could easily catch an Uber there in the morning. But would it be weird? You knew the other members would be with him, but how much did they know? Your nerves made you queasy. The option of not going at all seemed more and more appealing with every passing moment.

You played the movie again, watching but not processing any of the presented images. You wanted to talk this out with someone, but no one really knew about your time with Yeonjun and the situation was way too far fetched to be boiled down to hypotheticals for a friend. Twenty minutes must have passed with you mulling every little detail over in your head. The movie had ended without your knowledge but it didn’t matter anyway. You were already in your bedroom, computer open to YouTube. Skimming your fingers over the keys, you gave the universe time to stop you. To make someone knock on your door, or your mom to call you, or for the power to go out; but nothing of the sort happened. You typed in “tomorrow x together” and shut your eyes as if it would change anything.

Pages of videos- both official and fan made beckoned you down a dangerous rabbit hole. One where you began to miss Yeonjun all over again. He had grown a lot since the last time you had seen him. He was taller, broader. HIs jaw was much more defined and he had taken to wearing jewelry all the time. Side effects of becoming an idol, you supposed. None of those details hurt more than the fact that his personality seemed unchanged. Amplified, yes; but he was still the same goofy, clingy and heartfelt boy you had fallen in love with years ago. You watched the way he interacted with the other members and you felt your heart swell with joy. Some small part of you was worried that pressure and fame would change him but you were amazed to see that was not the case.

Autoplay took it upon itself to load up the next video for you. You felt oddly warm at the idea of seeing even more content; this time through the lense of an adoring fan. A title flashed across the screen in a handwritten font: “Best of Choi Yeonjun”. Edited video clips of him singing, dancing and playing around with the other group members flashed before your eyes. You couldn’t help but lull yourself into a state of comfort upon seeing and hearing him so much. In the back of your mind, you knew you had already silently decided on meeting him tomorrow. You closed your laptop with a renewed excitement before you began to get ready for bed.

When you woke up there was still an hour before your alarm was even set to go off. Despite the early hour you were wide awake as if your nerves had been connected to a live wire pumping electricity through you. There was no grogginess in your eyes, and if it wasn’t for the jumble of nerves in your gut you could have believed you were going to have a perfect day. Your mind stalled at the reality of facing Yeonjun in just mere hours. You think you dreamed about him last night; in some weird, hazy fashion where you can’t remember much other than his presence. Vague details swarmed through your mind throughout the entire duration of your morning routine. Even though you had just showered the night before, you took another one to pass the extra time and take the opportunity to shave as well as you could in the dim light of your bathroom. You were oddly aware of just how quickly your heart was beating through the whole process. The drumming sound in your ears became second nature by the time you stood in front of your closet.

Suddenly, the extra hour your body had subconsciously given you became a blessing as you decided that you had absolutely nothing to wear. The outfit you had planned during your shower looked much worse in real life than you ever would have thought. It was almost as if the open drawers were mocking you, laughing about the fact that you were so nervous about meeting Yeonjun again that you couldn’t even pick out an outfit. You shuffled through all of your hangers multiple times, slipped different dresses and pairs of jeans on until you settled on something that you decided would be good enough- especially with the time of 9:10 am glaring back at you. With the consideration of morning traffic, you needed to be out of your apartment as soon as you possibly could. It was sort of embarrassing how sweaty your palms were as you locked up your apartment door and requested an Uber. Luckily your driver came so fast that you didn’t really have time to dwell on just what you were about to do. Even the ride there gave you no time to overthink, as your friendly driver made polite conversation that you felt bad for slacking on.

You stepped out onto the sidewalk after stalling for as long as you possibly could. The breakfast spot was surprisingly unpopulated compared to the rest of the stores, but just as quaint and adorable as you always remembered. Yeonjun used to live over this way so the two of you frequented the family owned restaurant so much that all of the servers knew your order. Your heart felt as if it was permanently stuck in your throat with the knowledge that Yeonjun was just steps away from you. A few bystanders eyed you suspiciously as you tried to work up the courage to enter the building. Fuck it, you thought. There was no way to avoid this any longer.

The hostess working the front stand seemed to notice your nervous disposition. “Can I help you? Just one?” Suddenly the back of your neck felt warm under her questioning.

“Uhm actually, I’m supposed to be meeting someone here.” The hostess nodded politely.

“Oh, can I ask your name? A man here said he was waiting for a girl to come meet him,” she shuffled a menu around on her podium.

“I’m Y/N,’ you supplied meekly. The hostess’ face lit up as she waved to you to follow her further into the restaurant. The layout was familiar even though the decor had evolved over the last few years. At a corner booth sat Yeonjun with his fluffy hair, intently examining the menu as you approached. The hostess announced your arrival and left in the blink of an eye.

“Yeonjun,” you whispered, totally caught off guard by the sight of him actually in front of you. He rushed out of the booth seat and immediately squished you into a tight hug.

“Oh my god,” he laughed, pulling back to examine you once again before you both sat down on the vinyl seats. “I don’t know what to say, I-” he rubbed his hands over his face, “I wasn’t sure you were going to come.” You just stared at him for a second, waiting for the cogs in your brain to start up again.

“I wasn’t sure I was going to come either. But I’m glad I did. I just saw old pictures of us from when we were dating.” It felt so foreign to hear that phrase coming out of your mouth that you almost flinched. Yeonjun’s face softened and he opened his mouth to speak just as your waiter sidled up to the table. He took your orders, and you couldn’t help but realize that you had both ordered your regulars from years ago. Yeonjun picked at his nailbeds for a second. There was so much to talk about that your mind could not settle on a single thing.

“I just wanted to say,” Yeonjun’s voice startled you, “that I’ve missed you a lot. I feel awful about the way we left it, and as soon as I heard we were coming back to the US I had to try and make time to meet you. Unfortunately I only have this one day off so I was hoping you would want to see me too,” he couldn’t contain the smile that grew on his face; the one that hadn’t changed since the last time you ever saw him.

“Of course I wanted to see you, Junnie,” the nickname was automatic and made him crinkle his eyes up happily, “I’ve missed you too.”

It was almost unbelievable how easy it was to fall back into conversation with him. The food was just as good as you always remembered, but it paled totally in comparison to the colorful stories the two of you traded. His were-of course- much more riveting and star studded than yours could ever hope to be. He told you tales of everything from his friends to his late nights practicing, to all of the places he had traveled since going into the company. All you had to offer were some stories of your adventures with family and friends but Yeonjun still listened with rapt attention. The flow of conversation was just as easy as you always remembered it to be. Even through mouthfuls of your breakfast you were having a better time with Yeonjun than you had with anyone else in months.

The waiter came to clear your plates during a natural lull in your conversation and suddenly the magical spell casted on the two of you seemed to lift. Yeonjun’s face was flushed red and you became extremely interested in your cuticles.

“I’ll pay for our food,” he reached for the check that had been placed face down on the table as you scoffed.

“No, I can pay for myself, it’s fine,” you held your hand out expectantly but he never handed over the receipt. Yeonjun’s eyes narrowed.

“No, absolutely not. I’m the one who asked you to meet me here out of the blue after not seeing you for years. And it’s just one day that I’m here. The very least I can do is pay for your meal, Y/N. Don’t you remember what it’s like to have a guy treating you?” He waved down the waiter and handed over the check along with a credit card.

“Well to be fair, I haven’t really had a guy ‘treat me’ in a while,” you grumbled at him, “but that’s an unfair way to guilt me into letting you buy my food.” You were pouting now, you knew. Yeonjun cooed at your change in behavior.

“Too bad. I want to be your complimentary boyfriend for the day. So I’m paying. And you get to pick the next place we go.” There was no way you could argue with him although the thought of him being your “boyfriend” again made your brain set off alarms.

“Okay, Junnie. Just remember you dug your own grave.”

Following breakfast, you drug him into your favorite boutique where the two of you had your own coming of age movie style try on in the dressing rooms. You hated to admit just how well Yeonjun had pulled off every single outfit he put on. Even the bright green button up and cheetah print bucket hat you had picked as a joke looked amazing on him. It was hard to miss the way he had bulked up, arms bulging against the fabric of the shirt as he twisted around in front of the mirror to admire himself. Mentally you slapped yourself. No drooling allowed, Y/N. This was no longer the Yeonjun who was your first love. This Yeonjun was famous and in the eyes of the public, living halfway across the world. There was no way he still thought about you the same way you thought of him.

He had noticed your lapse in behavior and chalked it up to him actually enjoying your prank outfits.

“Awe, it’s okay Y/N. We can go to Goodwill and you can find me something really awful to try on. I promise I’ll look hideous,” he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and guided you towards the cashier with a grin so he could buy the last two items you ever thought he would enjoy. You pushed through your slowly souring mood to dutifully follow Yeonjun to another small shop nearby. Your thoughts were beginning to wander farther and farther until you completely tuned his voice out of your head. A hand ruffling up your hair ended your daydreaming. You grabbed Yeonjun’s hand and yanked it away.

“Leave me alone,” your tone was flatter than you wanted him to hear. His face instantly crumpled in confusion before turning serious. You could tell he wanted to say something to you but the atmosphere of the store was just not right. Pop music was piped through the speakers and you could hear the faint hum of the workers talking to one another. Without another word, Yeonjun guided you out of the store and back out to the front of the store.

“I think we should talk in private. Would you feel comfortable if we went back to your apartment?” Your heart swelled at his consideration of your comfort.

Just one slightly awkward Uber ride later, you were letting Yeonjun into your apartment. Suddenly you were worried about the fact that your bed wasn’t made and that you hadn’t dusted in way too long. Of course he didn’t notice, but as he sat down on your couch you couldn’t help but remember the pizza sauce stain on one of the cushions that you had hidden with a well placed throw pillow.

“C’mon, sit down. This is your home and you’re acting more awkward than I am,” he patted the cushion beside him but you chose to leave an intentional space between you, intimidated by the way he spread his legs out in front of him. “What happened?” His voice was soft and gentle, just the way you remember it from all your late nights and early mornings together.

You sighed. “It’s just weird. You being here, I mean. Before, I just saw you as a boy like the same way I was just a girl. Now I’m still just a girl but you’re,” you struggled for the words, “now you’re an it boy. But you still had my number in your phone. You still chose to use your day off to walk around with me! I guess I just don’t know why.” He was silent, watching you with slightly pouted lips and wide eyes.

“Oh,” your eyes crinkled in shock. Oh? That’s all he had to say? Before you had time to fume, he continued; “I thought it was pretty obvious. I still like you. A ton. Leaving you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. You’ve never been just a girl to me, Y/N. I chose to come see you on my day off because I couldn’t bare the thought of being in your city with free time and not at least trying to make you understand.” You could feel yourself shrinking under his intense gaze.

“Understand what?” you whispered. He leaned closer, eliminating the gap you had created between the two of you. Just inches from your face, you could clearly see the way his sparkling eyes shifted between your own eyes and your lips several times. You knew he was giving you an out. Time to back away and tell him no. But you didn’t want an out. His lips were chapped but just as full as you had always remembered them to be. The first kiss was short and sweet, just a little testing peck as the initial spark lit a larger, raging fire inside of you.

He wasted no time going in for a second kiss, this one much longer and slower and very reminiscent of what you used to share with him. It felt as if he was pulling all of the air from your lungs and replacing it with his own. You felt your dormant feelings leak from the inside out in such a rush that you had to push him away from you. Chest heaving, you laid your head against the solid muscle of his chest. Your eyes burned with unshed tears and all of the thoughts you desperately wanted to spill. Yeonjun stroked your hair and said nothing as you quietly collected yourself.

“It’s been so long. How do you still make me want you so bad?” Yeonjun laughed in a tone that bordered on remorseful.

“Guess I’m magic,” his lips descended on yours again, this time much needier as his hands began to roam all over your body. He kept a strong grip on your hips before sliding a hand up the front of your shirt. You gasped at the feeling.

“Are you okay? I can stop if-“ you shook your head rapidly and wrapped your hand around his wrist to guide him farther up your shirt, resting over your bra.

“I’m fine, please touch me.” He pushed you down against your couch and pressed his weight between your spread legs. Every part of you was on edge, hyper aware of every single movement that Yeonjun made. Mouthing at your neck, using both hands to squeeze at your breasts, the subtle rock of his hips against your center. Jolts of pleasure wracked through you.

“You’re so beautiful. So much more perfect than I even remembered,” Yeonjun stripped your shirt over your head and traced his fingers down your sides. You shivered as he worked his hands behind your back to fumble with the clasp of your bra. You couldn’t help but snort at the scrunched up face of concentration that melted away his dominant facade.

“Need some help?” Trying to bite back your laughter only worked for so long before you turned into a giggly mess under him. He tipped his head back and let out a whine that made your stomach stir in arousal given your situation.

“Don’t laugh, it’s been a long time,” his voice was thicker, deeper than it had been for the rest of the day and only served as a reminder of the tell tale bulge pressed against your inner thigh. Unclasping your own bra was a breeze, but you allowed Yeonjun the pleasure of actually pulling it away from your body. Before you had time to cover yourself up, the boy above you was diving down to press kisses on each breast, paying special attention to your nipples until you were squirming uncontrollably under his weight. He got the message and made short work of your jeans and panties.

“Hold on,” he groaned at the sight of you while he struggled to get off of the couch and strip himself down as quick as possible. He had no shame, and the way you were laying gave you a perfect view of all of the exposed skin. His well built arms and torso flexed underneath his virtually flawless skin. He shucked off his jeans and boxers in one go before eagerly climbing back on top of you. You were at a loss for words at the sight of his body but luckily Yeonjun didn’t mind your silence. He used it to his advantage as he rubbed circles into the meat of your thighs teasingly.

“Jun,” your hips canted upwards and caught on the head of his cock, “please.” You stuck out your bottom lip in a pout and that seemed to break his resolve instantly.

“Okay, fuck. I can’t resist you anymore princess,” he grunted his understanding and weaved his fingers through yours on either side of your head. Slowly, he pushed into you. He bit back moans the whole time, occasionally rocking his hips against you to stimulate your clit as well as he could. Your back arched off of the couch; neck bent at an awkward angle although it was the least of your worries as Yeonjun’s cock was fully sheathed inside of you. Your body was in overdrive; impossibly warm and sensitive even at the smallest roll of his hips.

Instantly you were a needy mess and could only focus on the feeling of Yeonjun’s skin against yours. His name fell from your lips like a prayer as he pinned you down and began to thrust with the kind of intensity you weren’t expecting. Hard thrusts shifted your body underneath his and forced sounds you never heard yourself make from your throat. Yeonjun was just as loud, grunting and moaning at every snap of his hips.

With a slight shift of his weight, he was laying on top of you, totally encasing your body in his presence and burying his nose in the sensitive skin of your shoulder. The new angle forced him even deeper into you and a new wave of pleasure rolled through you. Your inner walls contracted around Yeonjun’s cock as a result and his hips stuttered at the feeling.

“Oh, do that again,” he commanded before biting into the soft skin behind your ear. You followed his orders easily and felt his cock twitch as a reward.

“Fuck, I’m close already, you’re so hot. You made me like this. Shit, princess. I missed you so much,” his thrusts became impossibly faster and deeper, bringing you just moments away from the feeling you were so desperately chasing.

“Jun,” your voice was high and needy, “I need more, I need more,” your words melted into incoherence but he still got the message and dislodged one of his hands from your shared grip to harshly rub at your clit. The touch was absolutely electric. Your eyes rolled back in your head and it only took a few more thrusts from Yeonjun before your vision turned white. You knew you were yelling and whining pathetically but you couldn’t get yourself to stop as he continued drilling into you to prolong your high and chase his own.

As soon as you began to calm down, Yeonjun pulled out. Although you felt painfully empty, your attention shifted immediately to the sight of him working a hand over his cock. He hadn’t given you the time to marvel at him earlier, so you took the opportunity to wonder at the perfect size and curve of his reddened cock, glistening with the sheen of your release. Yeonjun’s voice heightened the faster he moved his hand; swirling his thumb around the tip shakily before he finally released in hot spurts across your body. The sounds he made as he came all over your stomach and chest were nothing short of heavenly. Even through his ragged breaths he called out to you, chanting praise that made your stomach turn in more ways than one.

Despite the messy state of your skin, Yeonjun pulled you upwards and insisted on wrapping you up in a hug. You felt a little disgusted at all the fluids involved but said nothing. The two of you hadn’t really hugged since the day he left. He placed a kiss on your forehead and there was no denying just how tender the action was, especially following the spontaneous sex the two of you had just finished.

“I wasn’t lying, you know. I do like you. I’ve never stopped liking you. I didn’t just say that to have sex with you, I hope you know that. I would say I even love you but…” his voice was raspy from overuse. You stared into his eyes, trying to read the odd mix of emotions swirling in his irises.

“It’s okay, Jun. I know you can’t...with work and everything,” you traced patterns on his bare chest, “I like you too. Even though we’ve found ourselves in a super weird spot here. And I’m happy we, ya know.” Your face was burning at the absurdity of being shy about it when a mere three minutes ago you were begging for him. “And I love that we’re cuddling and everything, and it’s a great moment for us, but I’m cold and sticky,” your nose scrunched involuntarily at the confession. Yeonjun couldn’t hold back the loud laugh that brought you back to every other moment you’d heard it before.

“Guess those things are my fault, huh?” Yeonjun teased, leaning down to place a light kiss onto your nose. You feigned upset but he didn’t buy it. Instead, he wiggled his way off of the couch. You tried your best not to stare at his towering form as you took the hand he held out to you.

“Shower?” He questioned, arching a perfectly groomed eyebrow at you as you stood to your full height. For a second you hesitated, knowing the fondness growing in your heart would only hurt you even more in just a few hours. But you had him for just one day. Why not make the most of it?

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amethystroselilith · 3 years

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Please Help Aether (Chilumi Crack One Shot)

This dumb af fic is dedicated to @jojosbizarredepression and is inspired by our convo and their adorable hcs!

I know I said fluffy crack, but the fluff disappeared... Might make my usual fluff one shots with Lumi coddling Childe though not gonna lie cause it sounds cute af

SUMMARY: A crack one-shot featuring dumb Chilumi and a suffering Aether who just wanna watch sunsets and drink wine

Can also be read in ao3: here

Aether knows that time...

The time that scares every big brother…

The time where their sweet little sister falls in love with a questionable man.

Aether already had that small feeling when he and his sister woke up in this world that they now call home.

The feeling intensified when they met the Cavalry Captain, Kaeya. The man hadn’t even been shy for flirting with his sister in front of him, immediately kissing her hand after the twins landed from luring Dvalin away from the city.

Aether immediately dislikes him, fearing that this flamboyant captain will break his sister’s heart.

So like every respectable big brother in Aether’s book, he keeps ratting him out on Jean and Amber, to keep him away from his sister.

Then there comes Master Diluc, who fits the category of being one of the most wanted bachelors; handsome, rich, and mysterious. At least that’s what Aether thinks based on their travels to different worlds.

Aether does not like Diluc at first, he seems to be a bit too cold and distant, he doesn't want his beloved sister to feel unloved. Though as time went on, Aether sees that he’s worthy of his sister.

The way he protects her, coming by her side as enemies run up to her, tending to her wounds when she gets hit or falls, and not to mention he’s rich.

When they get married, he’s going to live in luxury too, right? He’s family after all.

Aether was ready to give his approval if the redhead would ask him for his sister’s hand.

It was all going so smoothly and Aether can already imagine life; on their day offs, he will be sitting in front of the winery, watching the sunset as he drinks Dandelion Wine and enjoying the breeze.

So how come he’s inside a cell right now, arguing with his sister while said sister is protecting a certain ginger-haired fucker that had them ended there.

“Lumi, I swear to god, he’s so dead,” Aether said as he tries to climb over the geo constructs Lumine had set to separate him from her dear lover.

Said dear lover just stuck his tongue out at him when Lumine knocked him off with her anemo powers.

“Leave him alone, Aeth! Childe’s a victim here!” Lumine protested, keeping a close eye on her brother.

“Victim?! He almost murdered someone! That’s why we’re here, inside a fucking cell!” Aether argued with a groan.

Going to Liyue was a mistake…

He just wanted a little bit of an adventure with his sister before her hypothetical marriage with Diluc, and now his sister is dating a psychopath.

“Almost.” Childe rolled his eyes, “He tried to rob me, I had to defend myself!”

“Of course, baby, we know this. Their justice system is fucked up.” Lumine cooed, stroking his cheeks softly, making him purr and lean on her touch.

Aether gave them a look of disbelief, “You summoned a fucking whale in the middle of the city!”

“Yeah, but no one died,” Childe argued.

“You destroyed a huge part of the city...”

“And no one died.”

“We’re in jail because of you.”

“Ningguang is a bit harsh don’t you think?” Lumine huffed, “He was being robbed, how could she allow that kind of scam stall here?”

Aether sighed, “Lumi, we both travelled a shit ton of worlds before, carnival-like games are scammy as fuck and yet you still fell for Shitou’s words.”

“He outsmarted us,” Childe argued.

“...Yeah, I guess it wasn’t hard to do…” he murmured to himself but the couple didn’t miss it.

“Are you saying my baby is stupid?” Lumine gasped as she pulled Childe close to her chest as if to comfort him.

“Well, I’m not saying he’s smart.” Aether deadpanned.

“I’ll have you know, my baby is a master of different kinds of weapons.” Lumine huffed, “Isn’t that right, love?”

“Yeah, I’m almost close to mastering the bow,” Childe said proudly as he nuzzles to the blonde’s chest.

“By using your hydro blades?” Aether rolled his eyes.

“I use the bow too when they’re not available!” Childe huffed.

“And using your hand to throw the last arrow,” Aether added.

“What can I say? I love to improvise.” Childe grinned proudly.

“I know, baby, I’m so proud of you.” Lumine praised as she hugged him closer.

Aether didn’t know stupidity was contagious, and now he has to deal with this all his life? Well, not really since he and Lumine were immortal and Childe isn’t.

Unless…

He grabbed Lumine’s wrist, horrified to find out the mark that symbolises Lumine had shared her immortality with someone.

“Lumine, my dear beloved sister,” Aether’s eye twitched, “...who did you share your immortality with?”

Lumine beamed, “Why with my precious baby of course!” she said as she hugged Childe tighter, the ginger getting suffocated by her chest, he wouldn’t mind dying there, but he wouldn’t thanks to the mark he has on his wrist given by his lover.

Aether stepped back, “Lumi, you’re supposed to talk to me about this!”

“Oh, really? I don’t remember being consulted when you shared your immortality with your stupid pet fish!”

“How dare you!” Aether gasped, offended with her bad mouthing his precious fish when they were toddlers, “You have some audacity to call Bubbles stupid when you’re dating this idiot!”

“He’s not the idiot who wasted his immortality with a fish though!” Lumine hissed, “At least I can bring my baby with me to different worlds!”

“That’s so rich coming from you when you were about to share yours with your pet cat!” Aether called out.

Childe tensed pulling away from Lumine, “You said you never thought of sharing your immortality until you met me?”

“Baby, we haven’t met that time,” Lumine frowned.

“Doesn’t matter! You should’ve known you were going to meet me, I can’t believe you loved someone before me!” he sulked in his corner, rejecting Lumine’s inviting arms.

Aether raised his eyebrow, this is the first time Childe refused her, usually, his face would dive right in between her cleavage like the perverted bastard he is.

“But Childe I think that was you!” Lumine suddenly announced.

It immediately caught Childe’s attention, while Aether had never been so confused.

“Me?” Childe tilted his head in confusion.

“Oh my god, I just realised it, the cat has orange fur, blue eyes, and he would also tilt his head in confusion!” Lumine gasped, eyes wide in realisation, “And guess what I used to call that cat?”

“What?”

“Ajax.”

“Oh my god.”

Aether loved his twin, he really does, but he wished he could turn back time, figure out what mistake he had done to deserve his sister falling for an idiot.

He bit back his tongue to avoid calling out Lumine’s bluff, the cat’s fur was black and white with greenish-yellow eyes, and his name was Mittens.

“We really are soulmates.” Childe sighed happily as he went back into Lumine’s arms, “I can’t believe I was a cat in my previous life.”

Aether sighed, he’s too tired to deal with them so he let them be and walked to the bars, hoping to see any guards that could take him to a different cell.

A door opened followed by footsteps.

“Zhongli!” Aether smiled in relief, “Oh my god, please tell me you can help us.” he begged.

Zhongli smiled revealing a key, “Don’t worry, you are no longer prisoners.”

The three gasped excitedly as Zhongli opened the cell.

“How’d you convince Ningguang? She was so pissed.” Aether asked curiously.

“Well…”

~~~

After taking a sip of her afternoon tea, Ningguang feels a little sleepy. It didn’t take long until she fell asleep on her desk.

“Ningguang, Tianquan of Liyue Qixing.”

“Who’s there?” She tried to shield the blinding light, trying to see the mysterious figure.

“It’s me, the Geo Archon.”

Ningguang gasped, “My Lord, you have appeared in my dreams again.”

“I would like-”

“Yes, I accept,” Ningguang said excitedly.

“...What…?”

“I accept to be the next Geo Archon.” she repeated, “That’s why you’re here, right?”

“Uh… no…”

“Oh… I was ready to produce my own money, that kinda sucks, but okay I guess...”

“Anyway, I heard you sent the travellers and the Fatui to jail...”

“Yes, they destroyed half of the city, My Lord.”

“Yeah, well about that, you should let them free.”

“...They destroyed half of the city…”

“Yeah, but like no one died.”

“...The reconstruction is going to be expensive, plus helping those merchants who lost their stalls…”

“Bad things will happen if they stay in that cell…”

“What will happen?”

“Just really bad things, believe me, you don’t want to deal with that. Trust me, I’m Morax.”

“I… Well, yeah seems legit, I’ll set them free by your words, My Lord.”

“Ah, also there’s this fine gentleman from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor that’s having some rumours surrounding him about his debt. That is totally not true and everyone who says so is a liar.”

“I shall dispel the issue.”

“Also give him the key to free the prisoners.”

“As you wish.”

“Okay, cool, cool. Thanks, bye now.”

~~~

“Damn, Zhongli, will you be my best man at my future wedding?” Childe said in awe after Zhongli tells his story.

“Remove seafood in the menu.”

“Eh, we can talk about it.”

“Will you also do the honours of being an uncle to our future children?” Lumine asked.

“I can babysit for a high pay rate.”

“Fair enough, we’re planning 20 or more children.”

Aether fainted, the thought of dealing with that amount of mini Childes far too overwhelming and scary.

Please send him help...

#chilumi #genshin impact

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noforkingclue · 3 years

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Forget Me Not Chapter 17 (Billy Butcher x reader)

The second part of your backstory of Butcher is revealed in this chapter. Hope you guys enjoy :D

Forget Me Not tag list: @spookyminxy, @leslie2898, @hangmansjoke, @scraftskhu35, @stephdavies95, @ that-cute-stranger

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary

You tended not to revisit places that you had already scammed or had robbed someone in. However this casino was on the way to your destination and you could always do with a bit of extra cash. You hoped that nobody would recognise you and you watched over the crowds.

Then you saw him.

He looked slightly different to when you saw him last, which was about nine months ago. He had grown out a beard and his hair was still messy. When he turned around you saw that he was still wearing a hideous Hawaiian shirt. He made eye contact with you and frowned, almost as though he recognised you. He started walking towards you and you chose that moment to disappear. There was no way he could remember you but you’d rather not take the chance.

“Oi!” he yelled, “Oi hold it. I want to have a word with you.”

Ha, no chance. You weren’t about to let that bastard catch you. Unfortunately luck was not on your side. A hand clasped itself on your shoulder and you were forced around to look into his face. He had a confused expression but there was a murderous intent hidden under it. You were in deep shit if he actually remembered you.

“Who are you?”

“Buy me a drink and maybe I’ll tell you.”

You winced as his grip suddenly tightened.

“Oh no,” he said quietly as he stared dragging you away, “I know you did something to me. What are you, another supe cunt?”

“I ain’t a supe!”

“But you did something. You know a supe is that it?”

“Y/n,” a voice called, “Everything alright?”

You relaxed as your target for that evening approached the two of you. His name was Peter and he was rich and thick, exactly your type. You relaxed immediately as he walked up to you and put a hand on your other shoulder.

“Underhand her right now,” he said, “Or I’ll call security.”

“Security,” he laughed, “Load of fucking good they’ll do. What’s your plan with him? Rob him blind just like me?”

“Rob? Y/n what is he talking about.”

“Nothing dear,” you said, “I think he just had a bit too much to drink.”

You tried to use your powers to relax Peter but unfortunately, due to the noise and confusion of the casino, you hit the wrong target. You and the man, who you remembered was called Billy, both gasped. Peter had managed to pull you free but it was too late. Billy gave you a murderous look and you knew you were fucked.

“You cunt,” he hissed, “I knew I remembered you from somewhere. You fucking thieving supe bitch.”

“Security!” cried Peter as he wrapped an arm around, “Security!”

“I’ll find you,” Billy yelled as he was dragged away, “This isn’t fucking over!”

You woke up with a jolt then let out a groan as the pain hit you. You looked around the room and recognised that you were in the hide out. A wave of relief washed over you that the Boys had found you and you pulled back the covers. You lets out a hiss of pain as you tried to bend your fingers and looked down at them. They were wrapped in white bandages and you let out a shudder when you remembered what had happened.

Slowly you made your way out of bed. You grabbed the wall when you almost fell over and had to wait a moment until you regained your balance. You shuffled towards the door and gingerly grabbed the handle and swung the door open. Butcher was sitting on the sofa and looked up sharply when you entered the room.

“No,” he said firmly, “Go back to bed right now.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Tough fucking luck,” he said walking over to you, “I’m not going to argue with you. You’ve just been… You’re still injured.”

“Please,” you said, “I don’t want to be alone right now. When I am all I can think about is those men we robbed in that bar. How they-“

You broke off, not able to finish the sentence. Butcher’s eyes softened and he sighed.

“Fine,” he said, “Come here.”

You were immediately scooped up in Butcher’s arms as he walked back towards the sofa. With an unexpected gentleness he laid you down on the sofa and sat down next to you. You leant against him and when you felt him tense you started to move away.

“Sorry.” You said

“Don’t be.”

He pulled you back against him.

“If it makes you feel better than do it. Just don’t expect this all the time.”

“I understand. Where are the others?”

“I don’t think you’re in the right state of mind to know.”

“Butcher.”

“Later.”

“I have a right to know what happened to the people who fucking tortured me.”

Butcher was silent for a moment. When you looked up at him you could see the conflict on his face.

“Please Billy.”

“Fine,” he said, “One of them wasn’t there.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach

“The boss, the cunt we robbed. He wasn’t there.”

You felt your chest get tight. You sat up and put your hand over your heart. You were vaguely aware of Butcher saying your name but it sounded distant, as though he was underwater. Your breathing quickened but no air was going into your lungs. You felt hands on your face and you were forced to look into Butcher’s eyes.

“Y/n,” he said firmly, “Listen to me.”

“Can’t… breath.”

“Shh, shh, it’ll be alright. Listen to me, breath in-“

You took a deep breath in.

“Good girl. And out.”

You did this several times until Butcher was satisfied your breathing was better and you could feel your heart rate return to normal. He gently hushed you and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“You’re safe,” he said, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“He’s going to find us,” you said, “He’s going to find us then kill us.”

“No he’s not.”

“Yes he-“

Butcher pulled you against him. You tried to pull yourself out of his arms but his grip just tightened. Eventually you relaxed against him. Butcher didn’t say anything and just stroked your hair. When he felt you shuddering against him he didn’t comment and he didn’t say anything when he felt his shirt getting wet. He was going to be there for you. You finally needed him but he didn’t want you to need him like this.

“I found something for you.” He said when you had finally calmed down

You looked up at him and he nodded towards the TV. He switched it on and he felt his heart fluttered when you smiled.

“How?” you asked

“I know a guy.”

“And you’ll watch this with me?”

“I might die of boredom or gouge my eyes out, but yes.”

“Thanks Butcher.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You relaxed again him and put your head on his lap. Butcher rested a hand on top of your head as your eyes were glued to the TV now playing the Antiques Roadshow. Maybe Butcher wasn’t as big of a bastard as you thought.

#fanfiction #the boys #reader insert #Billy Butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher imagine

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stylessupremacy · 2 years

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Hey guys, sorry that I haven’t really been active :(

I probably won’t really be active till tomorrow. Sorry if I never answered you back, I’ll try to do it tomorrow

Until tomorrow, much love

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Thank you so much for tagging me @thismaydestroyme 🥺🥺 love you!! ❤️

I definitely messed this up and I ran out of ideas towards the end, so I’m sorry lmao 😂

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8 notes • Posted 2021-11-26 04:45:41 GMT

BESTIEED FNEN

I just bought the fine line deluxe cd on depop and I hope it wasn't a scam 😭

I'm honestly just depending my life on the two reviews under her profile

Omg, bestie!!!

I really hope it wasn’t a scam for you!!!

Let me know how it goes!!!

And you have Depop??? I do too!!! Even though I never sell anything lmao 😭😭

9 notes • Posted 2021-11-29 01:34:52 GMT

Can you picture Anne keeping this costume :( and one day Harry goes to her house with his baby :( and she gives them the costume :( and they recreate this picture? :((((

Omg yes!!!!

That would honestly be the best!! And like Harry and Anne would post it to their Instagram 🥺

Omg you just killed me with this concept 🥺

18 notes • Posted 2021-11-02 23:34:18 GMT

The Help Of A Mother

I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a while. So I proof read it and decided to post it. This is just a small blurb, I do plan on eventually writing one shots and stuff like that. I’ve been extremely busy so I’m not making any promises when I’m going to be posting again but I’ll try to post as often as I can. And please leave feedback on this piece so I know what I need to improve on in my writing.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: just pure fluff :)

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"Daddy"

Harry slowly woke up hearing the voice of his daughter calling for him. Harry assumed his daughter was awake from her slumber and wanted to come and cuddle with Harry for a little bit like they always do on the weekends.

When Harry went to reach over to his nightstand where he kept the baby monitor, he was confused why he couldn't feel it. So he finally opened his tired, groggy eyes to realize the baby monitor wasn't there. Harry started to panic a little bit thinking he left it somewhere else besides in his bedroom.

"Daddy!" Harry heard his daughter calling for him again but she sounded way too close, for her to be in her nursery.

Harry rolled over and was met with his baby girl looking back at him.

"Daddy!" Harper chirped and slung her arms around his neck.

"Hey bug," he said in his deep, raspy, sleep-filled voice, while he rubbed Harper's back and gave her a kiss.

After a few minutes of the two cuddling together, one question came to mind for Harry.

"Hey love, how'd you get out of your crib?"

"Nana!" Harper exclaimed.

"Nana's here? Well, how about we get changed and head downstairs to see her?" Harry said as he sat Harper back onto his bed while he slipped on some joggers and a t-shirt.

It all made sense as to why Harper was out of her crib. Harper's only two and hasn't mastered climbing out of her crib, much to Harry's liking. He'd love to keep her in her crib a little while longer because once she goes into a big girl bed, Harper isn't such a little girl anymore.

It also made sense as to why the baby monitor wasn't on his nightstand when Harry woke up. His mom must've came in and took it with her so Harry could get some extra sleep without being disturbed by either his mom or his baby girl.

Once Harry got dressed, he picked up Harper and felt her diaper. It was dry, so he just assumed his mom changed her when she woke up.

Harry and Harper started their adventure downstairs. When Harry took the first step, going down, he could already smell his mom's homemade chocolate chip pancakes.

He remembered on Saturday or Sunday mornings when she'd make him and Gemma these pancakes. They were always their favorite. The pancakes were always a tradition in the Styles household when Gemma and Harry were kids. Anne wanted to continue the tradition with Harper.

Harry and Harper continued down the stairs and into the kitchen. Harry spotted his mom by the stove where she was probably grilling the pancakes.

"Morning mum" Harry greeted while he got out a sippy cup for Harper.

"Morning sleepy head" Anne greeted while she finished grilling that last of the pancakes.

"I thought you could probably use some extra sleep, so I decided to come over and make some breakfast and keep this one busy while you caught up on some sleep," Anne said to Harry as she began plating the food for them.

"You didn't have to mum, but thank you, I really appreciate it. This one has been quite the handful for the past month since she just turned two." Harry joked while setting Harper down in her high chair and handing her, her sippy cup of juice.

"Of course, sweetie. We all need help sometimes, plus you know I'd do anything for this little stinker and you." Anne said while she set down a couple of pancakes, cut up into bite-sized pieces along with some chopped-up strawberries and bananas on Harper's tray.

Anne carried both their plates over to the table where Harper was already munching on her food. They both sat down at the table and joined Harper, and dig into their food as well. Harry was telling his mum about some of the new songs he's writing and just how life is going overall both him and Harper. Anne also shared with him what she's been up to, too since they haven't seen each other for a couple of weeks.

Anne was helping Harry clean up the kitchen and Harper was in the living room finishing her juice and watching "Paw Patrol." The show she's been obsessed with for the past couple of weeks.

Harper walked into the kitchen and pulled on Harry's pant leg. She wanted a cuddle and she wanted it now.

"Hold on bubs, I'm almost done," Harry replied since he was busy washing the dishes.

Harper didn't like that response, so she did what she thought was right in her two-year-old mind. She plopped her diaper-clad bottom on the tiled floor and started crying.

"Daddy!" She sobbed as she made grabby hands at Harry.

Harry wasn't purposely trying to ignore her or anything, he was genuinely busy washing the dishes. Harry gave Harper a talking to before about if he's busy and can't do what she wants, she just needs to be patient. But Harper's only two and is still learning, so Harry's trying to be patient with her to the best of his abilities.

Anne realized what was going on and gave Harry a hand. She stopped drying the pan and set down the towel she was using. She bent down and scooped the crying girl into her arms.

"Hey, Harper. Your okay, shhh." Anne tried her best to console the two-year-old.

Harry finished doing the dishes and decided to heat up some milk. Every time Harper gets upset, one way Harry gets her to calm down is by giving her some warm milk and snuggles.

Anne took Harper out to the living room while Harry finished getting her milk ready. Once it was ready, he walked into the living room where Harper was starting to finally calm down.

When Harry came into view for Harper, she instantly made grabby hands towards him.

Harry of course took her into his arms and sat next to his mum. Harry gave Harper the warm milk while "Paw Patrol," played in the background.

"Thanks again for coming over mum. Don't think she would've calmed down as soon as she did if it wasn't for you." Harry said to his mum, while he rubbed Harper's back in a soothing matter.

"Of course baby. I'd do anything for you and Harper. And sometimes you just need help from your mother." Anne said and gave a small smirk towards Harry.

Harry had always been against getting help from his mum since Harper is his responsibility. He always felt bad when he'd be last minute and need a babysitter, he'd call his mum and of course, she would say yes. I mean that's her only grandchild and she gets to spend some quality time with her, so of course, she would say yes.

Anne is proud of him for thinking like that, but she wished he'd take her help from her when he could really use it.

For the rest of the late morning, the three of them sat on the couch. Harper snuggled in Harry's warm arms, watching the tv. While Harry and Anne sat there and had a quiet conversation and tried not to disturb Harper.

Anne was happy to spend time with her son and grandchild. And Harry was grateful for the help of his mother.

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kommunistkaitou · 2 years

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Update on my obnoxious evening last night

So after my bed collapsed at like 9pmish, I had to rearrange a lot of shit in my room including doing a ton of laundry bc there was no room for my hamper with the mattress on the ground. Then I moved the beanbag chair that used to be under the loft bed, to be resting on top of the bedframe, so I could put the mattress on the floor where the beanbag used to be (at a 90 degree angle from the bedframe so that my legs were sticking out). This was super difficult esp bc my neck still hurt from trying to sit in the collapsed mattress like a comfy chair for like an hour. Then I tried to rest on the mattress and briefly sat up while I was at an especially hard part in a switch touhou fangame, and luckily the suspended beanbag chose that moment to fall, so it only fell on my fat ass instead of directly on top of my whole self. Still then I had to rearrange more shit to make room for the beanbag on the floor, so now my room has basically zero floorspace.

Also around this point my mom came in to tell me that she'd just gotten off the phone with my aunt, and my barely-16yo cousin is in big trouble bc he's been scammed by a bookie doing sports gambling, and owes this asshole 400$ he doesn't have, and even now that he's been caught he isn't admitting he did anything wrong and is trying to convince my aunt to let him keep going because he'll break even after a few good turns, and that he doesn't need to get an actual job because he can use his sports smarts to make money gambling instead. And apparently this dude told him that he'd take 25$ off his debt for every friend he refers to him, and my cousin still thinks this is a great opportunity to make money so he's been totally roping his friends into it 🤪

Then once it was quiet I noticed that Winry (one of the guinea pigs) had audible rales (clicking sounds with breathing), and I could hear them even when she was in a pigloo and I was across the room. I took her out, listened a bit, and weighed her (she hadn't lost any weight) and then put her back and gave her some food, and her appetite and energy level seemed normal. That morning she'd briefly had a severe case of hiccups seemingly after swallowing sth wrong, so I was hoping she'd just inhaled some water and would feel better naturally soon. So I set my alarm for 7:45am, so I could check on her in the morning and try to get a same-day vet appt if she wasn't any better. However now it was like 2:30am so even though I wasn't really sleepy I took my usual sleeping meds plus the muscle relaxant so I could try to be up before 8.

Of course it was at this point my brother who had gone to sleep at like 5pm woke up and was all wanting to know everything that had happened so then I was like trying to explain to him even tho I was all woozy from meds but eventually I did fall asleep

So then my alarm woke me up and I picked up Winry and listened to her breathing again and she sounded normal and fine thank G-d, so I went back to sleep, and then slept until FOUR PM, had a dream that I got bottom surgery, and then woke up really sad that it was a dream, and really confused by it being sunset, with a headache, and also in a ton of neck and back pain. I'm not sure if it's bc of how much furniture moving I did, sleeping on the floor, stress, etc but holy shit I feel 70 yrs old.

Plus my brother was going to bed right at that time, and my mom was leaving for a dinner date, so I basically missed everyone and was immediately put in charge of the puppy, who wanted to play at first and I was like Oh No but now he's actually fallen asleep on my legs so that's not so bad.

So anyway how are you all?

#I'm so glad i didn't have anywhere i had to be today. so so glad #long post

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omenapologist-moved · 2 years

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I mentioned earlier my roommate went mask off abusive on me today, so here’s a post about that.

here’s a link to a post about their prior abuse of their ex

tldr our ISP gave us the “stop torrenting or we’ll take your internet away and you could face fines or going to jail” and my roommate responded by claiming I threatened their job, their brother’s job, and both of their livelihoods, and that they could’ve gone to jail and had their life ruined for my actions (of internet piracy.) They threatened to take away my access to the internet, which is currently the only way I am able to socialize, check important emails and messages, make doctor’s appointment visits, have therapy, have psychiatry, make income via art commissions and sales, etc, and the only reason I am going to be allowed to continue having internet access while here is because they are coercing me into signing a contract about it.

My roommate had, apparently, received multiple notices in the mail from our ISP to cease torrenting, but they threw out every notice in the assumption that it was a scam. They never called Mediacom to verify the legitimacy of these, just into the trash until today when they finally got a call from Mediacom, our ISP and the only ISP that services our area.

I’ve torrented maybe 3 things the whole time I’ve been here, most recently, I tried to yoink The Sims 4 DLCs. Thus began today’s saga. For context, I DID buy the base game of TS4 a while ago totally legitimately, and was installing a bunch of mods. Some of them required the DLC so I thought fuck it, I’ll .tor it.

I’d had really shit sleep. I had repeated PTSD and stress nightmares because even before this unfolded things have been bad. I woke up to the sound of my roommate, F, banging on my door- something they do not do and have not done before, because I have explicitly told them waking me up like that triggers a panic attack because it is what my parents did.

When I told them I just woke up and what’s going on, they asked if I’d torrented anything, because apparently it had been caught and our ISP was threatening to shut down our internet. I was confused, the only thing I’ve done recently was that DLC bundle, but knowing even confessing to downloading anything illegally will make them lose their shit (tldr they went to law school, I think wanted to be a cop at one point, very All Illegal Actions Are Immoral type) I told them I’d downloaded a mod but it should be fine. They were still on the phone with the ISP who I could hear through the door, and I was instructed to stop the torrents that were seeding and uninstall the torrenting software from my computer. I did so, apologized, and thought maybe that would be the end of that. It was not.

Note that they had sent the first messages while I was asleep. I responded to them after the initial debacle of uninstalling the software was completed.

I’ve talked to other friends about this and they said this behavior isn’t ok and is in fact extremely fucked up. I’ve had some people unfamiliar with the situation at large agree that this message in and of itself is enough to show the abusive behavior. It’s like no apology or explanation of understanding the consequences was enough to them, let alone the fact that people get these messages all of the time and it turns out fine. It’s a scare tactic. They wouldn’t have it. I had to repeatedly flagellate myself and even then it seemed like it wasn’t something they cared about because “you’re leaving anyway”, and now they’re coercing me into signing a contract with them when I’ve already said I won’t do that shit again, because I suppose they just view me as a malicious force now.

#ask to tag #\\\^◊^///#abuse #roommate situation #love their weird insinuation that i did this on purpose to ruin things

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Dare To Forget Me

Ch. 30: There For Her

Previous chapters // Montserrat's masterlist

Fandom: SVU // Pairing: Rafael Barba x OFC

Warnings: Due to the nature of the series’ plots, I do have to rate this as ‘mature’ for constant mentions of rape.

Taglist: @ocfairygodmother @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @perfectlystiles @averyhotchner [If you’d like to be added to this specific OC’s stories/edits, send me a message!]

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Chapter Summary: Things couldn't seem to be going worse for Montserrat. At least she has Rafael with her, though he's struggling at the moment too considering he can't shake off the other woman who won't stop calling him.

Montserrat's presence in the bullpen was immediately question when she walked in that morning. "I mean, you could try saying 'good morning'," her sarcasm seemed to be completely intact. She let her things drop on her desk before giving each of her co-workers a look for their bombardment of questions. "That hasn't gone out of style."

"We just figured you wouldn't show up for a few days," Fin said what everyone else was thinking.

"I want to keep my job and besides...these days where I have been gone...have been way too hard," she took a seat and scooted closer to her desk. "I think a little distraction might be good."

"But is your brother okay, then?" Amanda inquired.

"Calhoun is trying to sort things out with the evidence that Damian supplied her with. Maybe by the end of the day...my brother might be out," Montserrat's small smile was still so full of hope the others wished she was right. "But tell me how's Nick?"

"He's been arraigned," Olivia answered and soon the grimness started spreading to the rest of the squad. "1PP won't budge and none of us have $500,000 lying around."

"The judge seriously posted that as his bail?" Montserrat gaped. "That's outrageous! Not to mention, ridiculous?"

"Yeah, well, they're pinning it on the fact this isn't Nick's first offence," Sonny shook his head. "And Murphy isn't trying to do much for him."

"Hm, so now you're not really liking him either," Montserrat found a moment to smirk.

"He's not letting us help by investigating!" Sonny exclaimed in frustration. "We're just supposed to sit here and continue our work as if our friend isn't in trouble."

"Speaking of work…" Montserrat turned her chair to the others, "Not that I'm moving on from Nick, but...I heard we caught a new case? International vic?"

"Yeah, not really going anywhere though," Amanda bitterly remarked as she opened up her laptop. "Our vic was scammed by a girl and her pimp. Hans Erhard was a tourist from Germany and he answered a Craigslist for a New York girlfriend experience."

"We have both the girl and her pimp in custody but none of them are talking," Olivia shook her head.

"Can I take a crack at it?" Montserrat's question was so volunteering that it really sounded as if she was just her regular self. "I mean, maybe a fresh new detective?"

"Well how about you catch up on it first?" Murphy had walked into the bullpen with a coffee in hand. "Welcome back, detective. How's your brother?"

"As well as he could be in jail," Montserrat sighed and pushed herself up from her desk. "But this case...what do you have for me to review?"

Murphy directed her to their pinboard in the conference area. The good thing about Montserrat was that she really did catch on fast. In thirty minutes she knew exactly what they were dealing: two scammers looking for a quick buck in innocent tourists. Ellie Porter, the girl they'd brought in, was still waiting for a legal aid while her pimp - Little Tino - was already talking with his lawyer to get him out.

While the squad discussed their next plans, a tall dark-haired man in a nice suit walked in. By the briefcase he carried, it was presumed that he was a lawyer, later confirmed when he spoke up. "I'm looking for Ellie Porter. Sorry I'm late. I just caught the case."

"I thought you said you were waiting for her public defender?" Montserrat turned to the rest for some answers.

"We were," Fin answered while keeping his eyes keenly on the new man.

Olivia walked over to him, looking pretty comfortable in his presence but not very happy to see him. "Uh, guys,meet Trevor Langan. He's a, uh, high-priced mouthpiece for lowlifes."

Langan didn't seem the least bit offended by the introduction. In fact, he had something to add on. "And you, once. How soon we forget."

His words instigated some confusion amongst Montserrat, Sonny and Amanda but Fin motioned them not to even ask.

"It's nice to see you, detective," Langan offered a genuine smile at Olivia, leading the newer detectives to conclude he wasn't their typical Buchanan or even Calhoun type of lawyer.

"It's actually sergeant now," Olivia corrected. "So what, you caught a pro bono?"

"Yeah. Do a few of them a year. It keeps me an honest lawyer."

"An oxymoron," Murphy walked out of the office to find the new lawyer.

"Uh, this is our new C.O., Lieutenant Murphy," Olivia introduced.

"Wow. A lot of changes around here," Langan eyed the trio of detectives before giving Murphy a side-glance. Ultimately, he returned his gaze to Olivia with a different type of expression. One could say it was more caring than any other lawyer the squad had seen in the precinct. "And, uh...you, are you doing okay with, uh…everything?"

Olivia gave a nod of her head and made to turn. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."

Murphy led Langan away so he could speak with Ellie.

"He's tall," Amanda remarked.

"Yeah, like that's a skill set," Olivia returned to her seat at the conference table.

"And good looking," Montserrat had to add which immediately earned her a disapproving look from Olivia. "Sorry, you two have history or what?"

Olivia humorlessly laughed. "I don't date lawyers."

"Since when?" Amanda then asked which silenced Olivia and left quite a few unanswered questions for Montserrat.

A few hours later, they had Ellie and Tino in lineups for Hans to ID.

"You okay?" Olivia asked Rafael when the ADA strode into bullpen. He'd come to oversee the lineups but he didn't appear to be his regular self.

"What? I'm fine," he said dismissively but the more he tried to be casual the less successful he was.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Montserrat noticed his grim face that also seemed pale for some reason. "I'm the one whose brother's in jail, why are you so upset?"

Rafael wouldn't answer. He looked to the side and all but puffed. It was a strange sight to see him so...shaken, because that's exactly what he looked like right now. His fingers twitched even though they were inside his pockets. His eyes couldn't seem to find a spot to look at for more than a few seconds.

"Get the lineup started," he told (or rather ordered) Olivia after a few pensive seconds.

Olivia blinked and cast a look at the rest of the squad. "Uh, okay…" she rose from her seat and headed for the corridor.

"You sure you good, councilor?" Sonny asked after a few seconds of watching Rafael continue to shift in his spot.

"Yes, now stop pestering me about irrelevant things." Now granted, his snap did sound like himself but his overall appearance was more than enough to think the contrary.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," Amanda muttered to the others as she got up.

"For that to happen, he'd actually have to sleep…" Montserrat of course expected a snap for her remark, but it never came. She frowned but before she could point out his lack of participation in their usual go, Olivia returned and announced that the lineup ready to go.

"You sure you're good?" Montserrat still managed to ask before Rafael had to follow after Olivia.

"Yes," he answered in a rushed manner, almost as if the faster he answered the quick they would all just move on from it. Well, Montserrat wasn't going to risk getting yelled at for asking again.

Hand Erhard had arrived a few minutes later, with crutches and a bruised face, and headed directly for the lineup. He recognized Ellie straightaway, but when it came to Tino...it was a miss.

"You need to start seeing Ellie as a victim," Langan trailed after Olivia when the lineup had finished, but the sergeant looked close to throwing him out. "She was pimped out at 16-"

"-she tried to pull a gun on Murphy," Olivia reminded him.

"Yeah, coerced by her pimp!"

Before the argument went further, Montserrat distanced herself due to her ringing phone. "It's Calhoun," she told the others before taking the call. Hope immediately filled her face as she answered Calhoun. Her brother could finally leave that hellhole and return to his normal life. "Tell me when I can pick him up."

But just as hope had filled her in seconds, it vanished in the same speed. If Rafael had been pale before, Montserrat beat him no questions asked. She was as white as a sheet. "What-what do you mean…?" her voice had turned frail, even her body looked as if she was swaying.

The others began to assume what Rita was telling the detective on the other line. But just like that, Montserrat bolted into a run, almost shoving Fin to the side in her run.

"Hey!?" the poor detective was left to call as he stumbled to stay on his feet.

"Something's wrong," Sonny assumed and hurried after Montserrat, prompting the others to do the same.

Montserrat had come back to the conference table where their television was on and scrambled to pick up the remote with one hand while still holding onto her phone in her other hand. She'd turned the television on and flipped to the news channel where an ongoing report was airing.

'The Florence Commercial building that collapsed two days ago has now claimed its first deaths,' the reporter was in the middle of saying, 'Two victims have been reported as deceased after being hospitalized for severe injuries…'

Montserrat fervently shook her head as if that would make it all go away. "What does that mean!?" she demanded from Rita on the phone. While the others couldn't hear Rita's words, they could pretty much assume the situation. By the time Montserrat hung up, she was ready to fall back. And seeing that prompted Sonny to pull up a chair right behind her. She fell back on it with ease, making the others wonder what would've happened if there hadn't been a chair there in the first place.

"They're going to treat this as hom...homicide…" she barely got the wretched word out. It was too disgusting.

"But you said Damian had the evidence…" Sonny said, but Montserrat shrugged in the same confusion he had.

"Everything changes when someone dies," Rafael said quietly. He looked at the others and willed them to remember their own cases and what typically happens when they had a homicide-rape on their hands.

"What the hell am I supposed to do? He's being arraigned this afternoon and then there's going to be a trial date? As if he's an actual criminal?" Montserrat frantically started to ramble. "I've got nothing to help him with. That evidence should've been enough, I…" she shook her head and let a hand cover her quiet sobs. "It should've been enough, it should've..."

The others exchanged looks with each other, all deciding they needed to help her stat. She was right in that the evidence should've been enough to get Gael out, but as Rafael pointed out...things got more complicated once there was murder. Still, it didn't mean it was impossible to prove Gael's innocence.

"Montserrat," Rafael was the one to cut the silence as he moved to Montserrat's chair. He bent down in front of her when she refused to look at anyone. "We can't help you if you don't let us," he said harsher than he would've liked, but then again that's really the only way she'd listen right now.

Montserrat only slightly lowered her hand but it was enough to showcase her reddened eyes. It was honestly a whole other side of her that neither Rafael nor the others had ever seen. "I can't do anything, weren't you listening?"

"Yes, and I think that you did the fatal mistake of listening to yourself," Rafael's counter-argument had her frowning in confusion. "You are a detective. Finding evidence is your job. That's all this is right now: you going back and finding evidence."

"Yeah except I'm usually the one who proves they're guilty," Montserrat sighed a shaky sigh.

"It doesn't mean you'd do your job worse. So listen, everyone here-" Rafael made a gesture at the others keenly watching him, "-is willing to help you but it will not make a difference if you've given up already."

"It's not that I've given up it's that…" Montserrat scrunched her face the more she tried to come up with a perfect way of describing how she felt, but all that came out was an exclaim that sounded more like a child's cry. "Dammit, Rafael, my brother's in jail and I feel like my world is crashing down on me!" Her look of anger on him didn't bother him in the least.

"And being hopeless is going to help you how?" his answer seemed to be upsetting her more.

"Councilor-" Sonny tried to intervene but Rafael pointed a finger for him not to even try interrupting. Sonny retracted his step and looked at the others with an 'I tried' expression.

However, his attempt to intervene did make Rafael realize he wasn't getting this whole 'comfort' thing. It was frustrating, honestly, because he wanted to help Montserrat. He wanted to ease her pain as much as he could but every time he opened his mouth he just made it worse. He'd never been good at that stuff. He never knew what to do.

He looked at Montserrat again, this time forcing any snaps at mind to stay away. She was still giving him that angry expression he was all too familiar with. "What time is he being arraigned?"

"Two o'clock," she answered but the mere reminder of what was to come forced most of the anger to fade from her face. New tears were threatening to roll down her face.

There came a relentless urge to hold her. It took everything he had not to do it. "I'll come with you to arraignment. We'll see exactly what Gael is being charged with and then we can work from there, okay?"

Montserrat nodded her head. "Okay. Will you actually come?"

Rafael smiled and gave her a tilted-head look. "When do I ever joke?" Now it was Montserrat's turn to smile, even if it was just for a second he would take it.

The others felt like they were witnessing something private that they needed to walk away from, but Montserrat unknowingly beat them to it. She pushed herself up from her chair and straightened herself up. She rubbed her face clear of any tears and took in a deep breath. "Okay fine. The Manhattan D.A wants a fight, I'll give them one. Hell, they've never had 2 Novaks and Calhoun all going against them, have they?"

"No," answered Rafael as he, too, straightened on his feet. "And I'd honestly wish them luck, but that wouldn't necessarily be true would it?"

"Listen, Montserrat, why don't you go and see Casey?" Fin suggested and looked back into the hallway where Olivia and Langan were still at. "We'll explain to Liv and Murphy. It's not like they'd say no."

"Honestly I'm a little fearful for the future of my job," Montserrat admitted, but even then it was evident that she would be leaving anyways. "I've been away too much…"

"Hey, we got this," Amanda assured her.

Montserrat agreed with a nod of her head and went to collect her things. It felt ridiculous that she'd just came back to work and was already taking off again but at the same time...her brother needed her. She couldn't be too far away.

"For the rest of you," Rafael looked at the remaining group with an expression akin to irritation, "You've got almost next to nothing on the Hans Erhard rape. One I.D. and it's not even the rapist."

"Are you feeling better now?" Amanda's sarcasm, that included a sarcastic smile, earned herself a glare from the ADA.

"Get something more or the case dies," he left it at that and it was only because he felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket. Soon as he took it out and saw the text message on the screen, his face turned pale again and his fingers seemed to start twitching again. He was nervous. "I have to go," he said in a mutter and made a hasty way out.

Can we have lunch today? - Yelina.

As much as he hated to, Rafael responded with a 'yes' because if he continued to say no, and blow her off, she would just come back to her office. Maybe if he had let her talk the night she appeared in his office, he wouldn't be having lunch with her now.

"You look like you've seen a ghost again," Montserrat's voice pulled Rafael's face from his phone. She was waiting for the elevator to arrive. "Which is funny because I've never seen you go that shade of color. Let me in on the secret so I can use it for later." He rolled his eyes but somewhere inside her playfulness alleviated some of his stress.

The elevator dinged and its doors slid open. Montserrat stepped inside first and waited for Rafael to follow before pressing the down button.

"Montserrat, I need to...apologize," Rafael suddenly started. Montserrat's side-glance was one akin to 'the hell are you talking about?' while he went on. "I'm not very good with...comfort words." And even now it was easy to see the struggle for Rafael to even say that. It was amazing yet ridiculous that he wasn't good with words around her, but he could easily have the right words to prosecute low-lives. Montserrat would do that to him a lot, make him question the simplest of actions he would usually take in other situations where she wasn't involved. But for Montserrat right now it was the funniest thing she ever saw on him. "I don't do a lot of comfort. And I know half of what I told you earlier was done in snaps-"

Montserrat had suddenly turned and hugged him. It was a tight hug that she'd been wanting ever since hell started with her brother's arrest, but she hadn't been brave enough to go for it. Right now, she just couldn't be bothered with the process of thinking 'should I or should I not?'. She let her chin rest on his shoulder. "You're doing just fine."

A small smile came to Rafael's face. His arms wrapped around her waist and held her tight. A few seconds later, one of his hands traveled up to her fiery hair and let his fingers stroke through her waves. Her hair was incredibly soft he imagined what it would be like running his hands through the rest of it somewhere else, somewhere nicer and private. You have to stop right there, he berated himself.

If only he knew how much his gentle touch affected her. Montserrat felt a wave of calmness wash over her within seconds of his first stroke. She wanted to him to keep holding her and just hear from him that everything was going to be fine. But she felt the elevator come to a stop, warning the two that the doors would be opening soon.

Montserrat pulled away just enough to where Rafael could still hold onto her. "You'll come to arraignment?" she asked as if she was scared that he had already changed his mind.

Rafael reassured her with a nod. "Of course. I'll be there." He brought a hand to rest on her cheek, and even when the elevator doors, his founds soothed small circles over er skin. "I promise you I'll be there."

A relieved smile spread across Montserrat's face. "Thank you. Really. You really are doing just fine." She turned away and left the elevator first, but the moment she was out her skin where his fingers had been ached for his soft touch.

Okay, maybe she felt a little better…

~0~

Alright. In and out. In and Out. Rafael was as confident as he could be when he took a seat across the woman he'd been avoiding with great difficulty. "Alright, I'm here. Let's get to it."

Yelina was no stranger to dirty looks anymore, not after the scandal that practically tore her family apart. She'd been subjected to doubtful and condescending stares, angry snaps, and the old fashion cold shoulder. But none of that she expected from Rafael. It certainly didn't make her decision to reach out to him seem like the best option, but she had a good motive.

"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you," she finally spoke a few minutes, but she noticed Rafael constantly looking around the restaurant as if they were doing something wrong. "I didn't really know what to do…"

"Really? And of all people to talk to, you chose me?"

Yelina tilted her head at him, genuinely looking upset. "Why are you treating me like this?" The choice of her softened tone almost made Rafael do a double-take at her.

"Are you - are you kidding me!?" he snapped on instinct. Not even her flinch made any effect to stop him. Actually, it might have angered him more seeing her try to be so innocent. "Do you not remember what happened? Because you do remember the part where you warned me to back off when they were investigating Alex? I had Alex on the other side going on about me trying to bring him down out of jealousy. So excuse me if I'm a little upset that now you want to act like nothing happened."

"...fair enough," Yelina released a sigh. "I didn't know that was how I came across…"

"Really?" Rafael nearly laughed. "Don't insult my intelligence, Yelina. Now can we get to the reason why you're here? Why I'm here? I have somewhere else to be."

"Please don't be this curt with me," Yelina's softness had disappeared, replaced with a more serious yet sharp expression. It was more like her, honestly. That look Rafael knew well. Whenever she was pissed off, that's the look you got. "It was hard swallowing my pride to call you and I want to believe that despite what happened...we can still be civilized friends."

"I don't know about that, to be honest." In another time, maybe Rafael would actually think about that idea, but for some reason there was no desire to stay in contact. At all. "You tried to manipulate me the last time we saw each other-"

Offense etched across Yelina's face at the accusation. "-I wasn't-"

"-yes, you were." And the worst part was, it hadn't even been him who saw it. He missed it because he - admittedly - had clung to the last bit of friendship he had with her, the last bit of nostalgia he had. Montserrat saw it, Rafael remembered perfectly the way in which he had snapped at Montserrat after she had made the comment. She'd only been looking out for him, like she always did even when he didn't deserve it. But that was Montserrat. She was always there.

"Rafael?" Yelina had been watching him for the minutes he spent in silence. There was a familiar look on his face but she didn't want to think about it too much, at least not now.

Her call did indeed pull Rafael back to the present. Soon as he was back he set for business, whatever that business might be anyways. "Why are we here?"

Yelina bit her tongue so as to not snap at his flat tone. "My husband is facing trial and God knows how many years."

"And? You're not seriously going to ask me to put in a good word for him, are you?"

"...maybe I just wanted to reach out to the only person who's willing to talk to me right now."

Rafael paused and gave her a strange look. "What?"

"You can imagine with all these accusations-"

"-and evidence," Rafael cut in with the truth, even if it did irritate her.

"Not a lot of people want anything to do with us, with me," the woman lowered her gaze. "I had to pull my daughters from their school. They're... they're the target for bullying, for hatred...I don't know what to do."

Dammit. She was being honest. She looked honest. And that's what made it difficult for Rafael to remain stoic. She could be playing tricks but right now she just looked vulnerable. In another time, that would've reeled him right to her. And the fact it didn't have the same effect right now was startling...in a good way though. It almost made him proud.

He felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket. While he checked who it was, he was aware of Yelina's hawk-stare.

Arraignment is in half an hour. Will you come? - Montserrat.

"Something important?" There was unmistakable sharpness in Yelina's question, or rather demand, and it kind of irritated him. Where did she get off being that demanding when he was doing her a favor by showing up to this awkward lunch.

"Yes, actually," Rafael sent back a quick 'yes' to Montserrat and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. "I need to go."

"We're not done," Yelina shook her head. "You haven't said anything to me except take jabs at my pain. I thought there was at least a shred of kindness you could offer me. Did I dare think too much? Is there nothing you can offer me now?" She reached her hand across the table to touch Rafael's.

The ADA flinched but he didn't pull his hand away. He was, admittedly, taken by surprise.

~0~

Montserrat was biting into her index nail to the point of drawing blood. Twice Casey had yanked Montserrat's hand down and shot her a look not to do it again.

"What are you, 5?" the ADA whisper-hissed. They were waiting in the hallway, just outside the arraignment room.

"I'm 30, stressed, and my brother's going to trial, so I will act anyway I want to!" Montserrat snapped and promptly stuck her nail between her teeth.

Casey groaned and rolled her eyes. She turned away and saw familiar figures coming down the hall towards them. "There's uncle Thomas. Least he's not alone either."

Montserrat followed her direction to see her father and Damian. "Dad," she went to hug him first.

"Hi sweetheart," Thomas hugged her tightly. He couldn't believe they were here. "How are you holding up?"

"Hm, as much as I can be," Montserrat bit her lower lip like it was gum.

"The girls, Juliana and Ivanna-"

"They're at school right now and Kara's picking them up. I'm taking care of them, Dad, I promise."

"I never said you weren't, dear. I just imagine it's difficult with your schedule…"

"I'm taking some time off."

"Again?"

Montserrat felt the underlying insinuation that she'd been missing too much work, but at the same time what was she supposed to do? Work like nothing while her brother faces criminal charges?

"It's fine, uncle Thomas," Casey said as she gave the man a quick hug. "The thing about being a cop and an ADA is that you don't have to explain a lot when you're out. People just think you're doing work."

"Or people think you're recusing yourself," a tall blonde woman appeared behind Thomas and Damian. The two men looked back then retracted the same steps so that the blonde could get through.

Soon as she saw her, Casey glared. "Geraghty," she practically spat the blonde's name out.

"I assume this is the family," Geraghty looked at the rest with icy blue eyes. "Since Casey had to recuse herself from the case due to, um, well…" her thin eyebrows twitched upwards.

"Because we're family," Casey said it just to end the woman's drama.

"Well, I'll be prosecuting the case. ADA Geraghty," she introduced herself but quickly moved into business. "You should know that I am going for reckless endangerment and Manslaughter."

"He's innocent," Montserrat said through gritted teeth, but Geraghty only smiled dismissively.

"I'll see you all in a bit," she moved on from the group and left a terse air behind.

"She seems...lovely…" Damian said quietly but Casey scoffed loudly.

"She's a bitch. And she's been after my job for a while. This is the first time I ever had to recuse myself from a case so of course she nabbed the job the moment she could."

"Casey I'm sorry," Thomas apologized but Casey scoffed again.

"Are you kidding me? Nothing will make me happier than to see her being forced to drop the charges when we prove Gael is innocent."

A short moment later, the doors were open for arraignments. Gael wouldn't be the first one to be brought out, so it left quite some time of waiting. And waiting meant a lot more thinking was done, leading to horrible thoughts.

"Did Calhoun say anything about her strategies?" Montserrat quietly asked Casey during their wait time at the benches. "I haven't been able to get in contact with her today even though I'm pretty sure I bombarded her phone with voicemails."

"Not really, but since we're on her side, it'll be good," Casey said with certainty Montserrat wished she had too.

When Gael's turn was nearing, the group decided to go inside and find a seat. The only reason Montserrat stayed behind was due to Sonny and Liv coming towards her.

"What are you guys doing here?" Montserrat blinked at their presence. "Murphy's going to have a fit when he realizes half of his employees are gone."

"Don't worry, he knows we're just here for the arraignment," Olivia said to ease the woman's concerns.

"And for anything you might need from us," added Sonny.

"Thanks," Montserrat sighed. She looked into the arraignment room with nothing but dread. "I don't know what's going to happen...the ADA is, as Casey put it, a bitch. So good luck to my brother."

"It'll be fine, c'mon," Olivia motioned Montserrat to go in first but Montserrat seemed to want to stay behind a bit longer.

"Do you need a moment?" assumed the Sergeant.

"Yeah, kinda," Montserrat nodded. It was enough to send the two in without more questions. Yes she did need a little break to herself but, if she was being honest, she was also making time.

He's late, she thought after checking the time. But even when she wanted to further fall, she berated herself. He's got things to do. Be glad he even offered to stop by. Montserrat closed her eyes for a moment, at least to calm herself down before she would have to go inside.

"Montserrat?" Rafael called when she turned for the doors. He picked up his pace to get to her on time. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I-I was…" He didn't quite want to finish that sentence for some reason, but thankfully Montserrat was overly relieved with his presence so she didn't question him at all.

"No, no! You're absolutely fine!" she exclaimed.

"We can go in whenever you're ready," Rafael made a gesture for the doors but watched her carefully for her reactions. Who knew, she might go in the opposite direction.

Montserrat took a deep breath and looked at the doors. "I gotta do it. My brother's the one in trouble. I can do this. Course I can. I can…"

When she started rambling on about the same thing, Rafael knew she was in the process of backing out. He couldn't blame her. But he did know that if she actually backed out and missed her brother's arraignment, she would never forgive herself.

"You need to go inside, Montserrat," he said softly. He met her nervous gaze and offered her an encouraging smile, and his hand.

She took his hand in a fast second. Then, with every bit of courage she owned, she led them into the arraignment room. It was just in time because Gael was being led out by one of the officers.

When the hell did Calhoun get in here!? Montserrat wondered, almost mad at herself for missing the woman. That's how absorbed she was in her own problems.

Rafael found them an open seat in the second row when Montserrat paused because her thoughts had gotten to her again. He didn't let her get away, though, and gently ushered her first.

"How does your client plead?" the judge was in the middle of asking when they finally sat down.

"Not guilty, your honor," Calhoun answered before Gael could even open his mouth. He was under strict orders not to talk at all. "The charges are seriously misplaced and when this is all over, Mr. Novak will be filing a lawsuit against 1PP and the DA's office."

"The charges of reckless endangerment and Manslaughter are hardly misplaced," Geraghty shot Calhoun an incredulous glare. But given the line of Calhoun's work, it was nothing more than a petty frown in her opinion.

"Save it for trial," the judge ordered the two women. "How are we on bail, Miss Geraghty?"

Geraghty straightened behind her spot. "Remand, your honor. The defendant has the means to flee what with his outstanding high paying job and double nationality with Slovakia."

"You have double nationality?" Rafael found himself asking Montserrat out of sheer curiosity.

Montserrat shrugged, indicating a 'yes'. "Dad's doing," she whispered. "If you have a parent from Slovakia you're eligible for dual citizenship. You want to go Slovakia some time?"

"Hm, how about we go to Cuba first?" He met her look with a smile and when she realized what they had said, she blushed and looked away.

This is not the time to do this, Montserrat, she berated herself. She forced her attention back on the arraignment and hoped to God Calhoun would come through for them this one time.

Calhoun scoffed at Geraghty's argument. "Oh please. My client is a single father of 2 girls who need him at home, not to mention he has Manhattan's own Homicide ADA Casey Novak and SVU Detective Montserrat Novak vouching for his presence. Believe me, he is not going anywhere."

"They are family," Geraghty shot Casey and Montserrat a specific look, almost accusatory. Montserrat wasn't in any condition to fight back, but Casey glared daggers back at the ADA. "And since they knew how the system works, I think remand is more than appropriate here."

Calhoun almost laughed in the woman's face. She rebutted like she normally would, only this time Montserrat was counting on her to make a damn good rebuttal that would allow her brother to come home today.

Without realizing it, Montserrat gripped Rafael's hand. She was over the top nervous and somewhere along the way, her hand had found his. She wasn't aware of it, but Rafael was. He felt the moment his hand was squeezed - which, honestly, showed she had tremendous strength - and so he did what he felt he should; what he wanted to. When she leaned on him (an attempt to listen better to Geraghty), he was just her rock, her support. He soothingly rubbed his fingers over her hand.

Sonny caught the two's closeness and couldn't help but feel a little proud that some sense had finally been knocked into them. Of course the feeling faltered when he noticed Damian's lingering look on pair. Oh right, it still pained Sonny having to keep that secret all to himself. It felt like a ticking time bomb.

~ 0 ~

"Do you have the money?" Calhoun stood in front of the group after arraignment. It was a win that remand had been discarded, however the bail money was now the issue considering it was a pretty high amount.

"No, but we'll make it work," Thomas looked at his daughter, both knowing they wouldn't have that type of amount between them.

"$50,000 is a pretty insane amount," Montserrat scowled, already mentally going through her back account to see how much she could put up.

"No it isn't," Calhoun gave her a tilted-head look. "You're just on the receiving end this time."

"Hey," Casey warned her not to even go down that road.

Calhoun raised her hands in defence. "I'm going to go find out when the court date but I suggest you don't keep him in there long. If anyone on the inside finds out he's related to an ADA and SVU detective, he's not going to be having fun."

"Maybe go for protective custody, then?" Montserrat's tone went flat, as did her face.

"What else do you think is on my to-do list?" Calhoun rolled her eyes and moved around the trio to leave.

"Are you sure she's going to help us?" Thomas was left asking.

"Don't worry Dad," Montserrat turned to her father with the best warm smile she could put on. "Calhoun is tough. She'll help us."

The trio rejoined the others near the elevator after Calhoun had left them.

"Hey, Calhoun seemed pretty sure of herself," Olivia said. "That's good."

"She's a shark," Rafael chimed in, not really sure if he was giving the woman a compliment or an insult. He wasn't used to having her on their side.

"Which means she'll do the job just fine," went Sonny.

"Now we just gotta focus on the bail money," Montserrat sighed. She dug her hands into her ginger curls, tugging on them. She might lose some hair in these next few weeks.

"Listen," Damian started, "I don't have a lot but I can put up 10 grand for the bail money."

"That's still a lot of money, Damian," Montserrat said. "I don't want you to use it all up on us. I'm sure Gael would agree."

Damien shook his head. "You're taking the money or we're going to argue over it." He gave her a smile that left no room for such arguments.

"Thanks," she hugged him.

"I can put up another 10," Casey said, breaking them apart. "I've not wasted money in a real good time considering I never have time to go out."

"I can put 15k," Thomas added. "Retirement savings. But I can get more, I'm sure. I just have to look more through my finances."

"That's $35,000," Montserrat drew in a deep breath then exhaled. "Maybe I can put up another 10. That'd just leave another 5 grand."

"We can't leave Gael in there for long," Damian said. "Why don't we get together and see if we can come up with the solution today?"

"Sounds good," Thomas agreed then looked at Montserrat.

"Go on, I'll catch up with you guys in a bit," she motioned them to get a head start.

"Thank you for coming," Thomas said to Olivia, Sonny and Rafael before leaving with Casey and Damien.

"He's right, thanks for coming," Montserrat sighed. "I'll report for work tomorrow. I promise."

"That's not necessary. You take your time out until this is solved," Olivia told her. She put a comforting hand on Montserrat's arm, offering one of her momma-bear smile that - admittedly - did make Montserrat feel a bit better. "We've got things at the precinct."

"Thanks," Montserrat said quietly. "Although honestly I don't know how long it'll be."

"Just focus on bail for now," Sonny advised. "Take it one bit at a time."

"I know but I just...I know that Casey, Dad, and Damian are putting up everything they have. Even though I'm going to put up what I have, it's not going to be enough. We're still going to be $5,000 short."

"You heard Carisi, take it one bit at a time," Rafael said. He did what Olivia had earlier and rested a hand on her arm, though Montserrat felt a lot more comfort with his touch than Olivia.

No offence to Olivia…

"Thanks for coming," Montserrat said, though there was a distinct possibility it had been only meant for Rafael this time round.

"Of course," he offered her a small smile, knowing nothing would be alleviating her pain right now. He had to come up with something to help her.

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Soul Bound Chapter 3: Scrying of the Soul

Amity squinted at the blinding light of the chandelier above her head as she woke up. Her head was foggy and she couldn’t make out anything at all around her. She took a moment to rub her eyes before taking a moment again to bring everything into focus. She was in her room again, exactly the way she left it.

The green-haired witch took a second to mull through her head. She tried to pull out memories, but the fog was too dense to even walk through, let alone see any of what was in front of her. She took in another breath and relaxed her shoulders. She unclenched her jaw as her mind started to clear just enough to where she could see the memories; her mother, her head, the note. She knows about Luz. She didn’t know what her mother would do to her, but Amity knew it wasn’t good.

She opened her eyes again and immediately rushed over to her door. Locked. Amity cursed under her breath. She knew that the door itself only locked from the inside, so if she couldn’t use her key to get the door open, then the door had to be magically sealed. She drew a magic circle and a key appeared in her hand. She took the key to the lock and it didn’t budge.

Amity dispelled the key and looked out her window which hung over a 2 story drop. She practically almost vomited in her throat as she looked down the edge of the windowsill and into the courtyard that was now overcast with the shadow of night. Amity summoned her scroll and looked for the only name she could think to call at the moment.

Luz woke up groggily as the scroll buzzed in her pocket. She felt a sharp pain stinging in her side. She was sure that she broke something, or at least something was broken before. She shouldered through the pain as she went to pull out the laminated glyph. She was relieved that now she was able to contact her friends in a way other than raven or crystal ball now, considering that Amity helped her figure out how to summon a scroll via glyph. If someone wanted to talk to her, it would rumble in her pocket, waiting for her to answer. It worked just like a smart phone back on Earth and she wouldn’t be happier for it. It activated in her hand as she moved it up to her face. She noted the time; 10pm. She had been asleep for almost eight hours.

Luz grimaced through the sharp pang in her lung as she shifted her weight on the couch and rolled over on her other side. She looked at the message that popped up on her notifications first. It was from Amity.

Hey, Luz? Do you want to meet me at the library so we can help each other on the whole song writing thing? I think I want to give it a shot.

The human looked at the scroll with a mix of excitement and confusion. She shot a message back to her. The rapid thumping of the “keyboard” shot through her arm and into her side and she winced in pain. That didn’t exactly stop her.

I would love to, but isn’t the library closed at this time?

I can take care of that. I just need to be somewhere other than here at the moment if that’s okay?

I gotcha. I’ll meet you when I can. I’ve had quite a rough day myself.

Amity read the last message once she was done changing into her everyday outfit and hoped to the half-deceased body that made up the Boiling Isles that everything would be alright with her. She pocketed the scroll and opened the window as wide as she possibly could. She swung her foot over the windowsill and twirled her finger to summon an abomination on the side of the building. The cold night air embraced the witch as she lowered herself onto the purple muck before commanding it in a whisper to lower her to the ground.

“Hey, Mittens!”

Amity started at the sound of her siblings that she almost fell over.

“Sneaking out of your room, that is so unlike you. What’s the occasion? Can we come?”

Amity scoffed, “It’s none of your business. I just need to get away from Mom for a bit.”

“Exactly why we want to come,” Emira replied. “She’s kinda been in a tizzy ever since she came home today. Do you know what that’s about?”

Amity sighed in frustration. “Fine, you can come. I’ll explain to you guys on the way, can you guys just keep it quiet!”

“As a mouse.” Emira winked at her sister, pinching her fingers together.

“Though,” Edric interjected, “Do you know how we can probably get down?”

Emira scoffed at him before twirling her finger in the air, drawing a circle and summoning butterfly wings for the both of them. Edric wanted to complain, but as long as he got out of the house in one piece, he didn’t mind. Amity waved them on to get going as they jumped out of the window from their own room and they all maneuvered past the other open windows in an attempt to remain hidden.

They could practically hear the doors to Amity’s room swinging open as they went down and some unintelligible shouting. That didn’t matter to them now. They left it all behind them as they raced on towards the Bonesbourough Library.

~~~

Luz sat on the stoop in front of the library as she waited for Amity to arrive. Leaving the Owl House was much easier than she expected once she woke up from Amity’s messages. Eda had left a note on the kitchen table saying that she had gone out to get something at the Night Market, though something in her gut told her that it might be a lie. Whatever she was doing, she just hoped that her mentor would be safe. Luckily the pain in her side that was still burning when she got up had subsided and ended up feeling like a small bruise compared to what was there before. She still couldn’t help but wince whenever she moved that side of her body. If she knew any healing glyphs, then she definitely would have used them on her way here. She thought maybe if she were to work with Viney the next time they met in a lab next time, maybe she could inspect what healing project they would be working on and copy a healing glyph that might appear there. Though, that would be a lot harder than it looked and almost as impossible as the plant glyph. A challenge like that won’t stop her, though.

She looked out into the night and reminisced on the first night that she stood here. That night really showed Luz a different side of Amity. Before, she saw her as a bully who feels like she has to be on top of everything. Even then, she wanted to reach out to her to at least try and be her friend. But, with Edric and Emira in the picture, she saw that she had bullies of her own to deal with. Luz could only imagine what kind of antics could go on at home and she worried over her.

“Hey, Luz!”

She didn’t expect to hear the sound of the twins approaching her, let alone see them right in her face. She toppled over right as she saw them and just laid there for a moment before processing what even happened.

“Heyyyy, guyyys. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Luz sat up cross-legged and tucked her fist under her chin as she looked at the twins; her cheeks flush from embarrassment. She tried desperately to hide the pain that she still felt, but to no avail. Amity pushed through her siblings and offered the human a hand.

“Yeah, they weren’t supposed to be here.” Amity picked Luz off of the ground and noted the smell of fresh detergent overlaid with something sweet and flowery. She remembered that Luz noted before, a flower called Lavender back on Earth was one of her favorite scents. Her mind was getting off topic, she had to focus. “They asked to come because they also wanted to get away from Mom for a bit.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen her that pissed off before, and after hearing what Mittens, here, did, I completely understand.” Emira shot a cocky grin at her little sister, “Never thought you’d have the guts.”

“Whoa, whoa wait. What happened?” Luz’s head was spinning. Everything was happening so quickly that she didn’t know what to think or how to process all this new information.

Amity sighed. “Look, let’s just get inside and I’ll explain everything.”

She gestured over to their siblings. Edric walked over and produced a piece of parchment similar to the one that they had when they were with Luz the last time. He held it up to the lock and they all watched as the parchment turned to embers and ashes before them. The lock contorted before doubling and tripling in size, inviting the teenagers into the library. He gave Amity a nudge before saying “Looks like you’re one of us now, Mittens.”

Amity’s brow furrowed as she watched her brother strut inside the enormous keyhole followed by her sister as her dark green braid trailed behind her. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Luz with a small, reassuring smile on her face. She couldn’t help but return the gesture as her shoulders relaxed and her heart lifted out of her chest. She took in a deep breath as she ran her fingers through her brown roots and took her hair tie off, leaving her hair to fall out of the half-ponytail that she almost always kept it in. It felt freeing for her, almost in a symbolic sort of way. She took the hand of the human who she noticed also had her face red in her cheeks as she looked entranced at the sight of the new Amity. She couldn’t help but giggle a little bit before cocking her head towards the door.

“Let’s go.”

~~~

Edalyn Clawthorne was never past ending someone’s life when it came to extreme measures, but the absolute raw energy of her rage was only let out this much once before, when Lilith kidnapped Luz, threatening her life just to get her to join the Emperor’s Coven. Really to get petrified, but Lilith didn’t know that at the time. She didn’t need to hear all of what Luz needed to say to understand exactly what was going on. Whoever this Almade was, he was a liar and a manipulator. She was used to those kinds of people, to scamming others out of their snails and other people attempting to scam her. But this was a different breed. He wanted something from her kid to the point of almost beating her to death. And he had the gall. No. He had the audacity to lie to her and try to pass off as a decent unassuming professor. She wanted answers, but that didn’t matter to her. What was first and foremost on her plate was to see this man’s head on a pike.

The Owl Lady wandered the streets of Bonesbourough, through the back alleys as to not arouse suspicion of the Emperor’s Coven guards that lined the majority of the populated streets ever since the failed petrification. They only really seemed to be focused on finding her, or her beast form, rather, than actually keeping the peace. It was almost like a twisted version of those nomads who once served as Animal Control, except when those guys were there to actually do their jobs and protect the lives of others when called. These guys are only focused, seemingly, on putting her down. They were bastards, the lot of them. All part of a system so hell bent on controlling others. Part of a system so hell bent on controlling her.

She scaled a nearby trellis on the side of the alleyway and used it to lift herself up to the rooftop overlooking the small city. She could almost see the skull of the Titan overlooking the library. She took in a deep breath. It had been so long since she had done anything like this. It was too risky to use Owlbert, her staff, to fly over the rooftops. So, she had to be careful as she hopped from rooftop to rooftop, only using her staff to fly over particularly large gaps whenever the guards weren’t looking in her general direction.

She went around the perimeter in search of the man like a tiger circling her prey. Each rooftop she landed on, she made sure to remain vigilant. She was sure she saw a shadowy figure looming over in the distance on top of the library. She blinked again to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things and it disappeared. She didn’t care if she was just seeing things or not. She was only focused on what was in front of her. She tapped her staff on the ground and Owlbert woke up cooing in her ear. The owl palisman remained groggy, but understood what needed to be done as his eyes glowed a bright yellow. Eda swung her leg over the staff and it launched her across the entire length of the city. The guards nearby took note of the loud sound that came from where she launched and rushed over to investigate.

The Owl Lady swooped in and perched herself on top of one of the library’s spires, jerking her head back and forth as she searched for her target. She made sure to keep her feet firm against the rough deep green shingles as she avoided the moonlight that reflected off of the round stained glass window.

“Funny, that I find you here.”

Eda whipped around and swung her staff at Almade, who flinched before he got the wind knocked out of him and was sent flying into one of the flatter parts of the roof with a loud crack. He groaned in pain as he struggled to lift himself up.

“Funny, indeed! I was just going to say the same thing about you.”

The man laughed as he got up, ignoring the pain rushing through him and the blood that poured out of his mouth.

“What are you even doing here anyway? Are you here to find your child and scold her for leaving the house when she’s been clearly injured? Are you going to punish her? Lock her up in some infernal dungeon in the depths of that wretched house of yours?”

“Ha! You are clearly projecting something. But no, I would never do that to my Luz. You were the one that almost killed her, so I did the most logical thing a mother should do. I’ve come here for your head.”

Almade’s hand dripped with blood as he slammed it firmly on the ground. A golden light radiated from him as the brick and concrete cracked and crumbled, forming a large, stony abomination.

“Then come and take it.”

~~~

Luz felt a rumble outside of the library. Did the Boiling Isles ever have thunderstorms? Earthquakes? She didn’t know, but whatever it was, her legs started to go numb. She wasn’t sure if it was because her injury had been spread throughout more than just her side or if what’s outside scared her that much. Her heart raced as she went over to Amity’s side.

“Do you know what’s happening out there?”

Amity shivered as she gripped on the human’s arm as tightly as she could.

“I have no idea.”

“So, what happened between you and your mom?”

Amity stopped for a second. She never even thought about telling her that the fact that she was in love with the human was the reason that her mother went ballistic. That and telling her off wasn’t exactly the best idea either. She felt a chill run up her spine as she gathered how to even tell Luz what happened. Would she even tell her that she even had a crush on her? No, she can’t tell her that just yet. As much as she wanted to, now is the absolute worst time to tell her. She’s already processing a lot already.

“The long and short of it is my mother got after me for something and I ended up snapping at her.”

“Wait what? You yelled at your own mother?!”

��Tch, yeah. I’m honestly surprised she didn’t kill me right away after that happened considering how Ed and Em described her rampage.”

“I could only imagine.”

“But I wouldn’t know. She kept me under a sleep spell afterwards and locked me in my room.” Amity clenched Luz’s arm a little bit tighter. Tears started to well up in her eyes. “I don’t even want to know what she had planned for me after that.”

To Amity’s surprise, she was enveloped in the warmest hug that she ever experienced. Her heart began to race as she processed for a moment what was happening.

“You’re safe now. That’s all you need to know.”

Tears streaked down Amity’s cheeks as she buried her face into the human’s shoulder. It took everything that she had not to impulsively kiss her. She wrapped her arms tight around Luz.

“Okay, ow ow ow, that’s my bad rib.”

“Oh,” Amity pulled away from her. Her face felt even hotter than before that she was sure that her tears would have evaporated. “Sorry, that’s my bad.”

“Hey, love birds!” Edric called out, “We’re gonna look around and find something to do! Good luck!”

“We’re not-!” Amity growled. “Just go!”

“Alright alright, we should leave them alone.” Emira chided her brother. “See ya around, cuties!”

Amity’s face couldn’t be redder than it was right now, but she didn’t know if it was due to the embarrassment or how angry she was at the twins. Good thing she didn’t tell them about her crush on Luz either or they would have picked on her a lot harder than they already did. Though, it did make her wonder if she was being that obvious.

“Whaaat was that about?”

“NOTHING!” Amity said that louder than she intended and cleared her throat. “It’s-it’s nothing.” She let out a sigh.

“So what happened after you got out?” Amity asked. “You said that your day wasn’t that great either.”

“Yeah, Almade kinda went crazy. He chased me around with a treelike abomination of all things. It nearly killed me.”

Amity’s eyes widened. “Come again?”

“You know, treelike! Like he took the dirt and roots of a tree and it made an abomination like GRRAWRRRR!”

“No-no I know what you mean by that, but are you sure that it was an abomination and not just plant magic?”

“Well, it had eyes and it followed commands and everything. I saw Almade using nonverbal commands to control it and he was somehow using glyphs against me. Ones that I haven’t even seen before. They seemed to be made of some cardstock or something stiff because I know all my glyphs were either ruined or smudged in my bag. Probably not the best idea, to be completely fair. I should have a better way to carry those next time.”

“Were his glyphs gilded?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“We’ve got a book to read!”

~~~

Eda slammed an ice glyph on top of the abomination’s head. The creature groaned as its head was being engulfed by the crystallized water. It jerked around trying to throw the older witch off of her balance. She jumped off and slammed the brunt end of her staff into the monster’s head, shattering it to bits. The abomination fell over and crumpled into a pile of rubble and dust. She was surprised at how heavily enforced the building was if it could make an abomination of that size.

“So what’s your deal anyway? You infiltrate Hexside and pose as a teacher. You wait until my Luz is alone and you just up and attack her? Don’t ya think that’s rushing the game a little bit?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that the job gets done, then I’ll be free from my own control. Luz is using you, Edalyn.”

“Yeah! To help learn magic, and even then she goes to school anyway. Kid wouldn’t even hurt a fly unless I or anybody else she loved was in danger.” She snorted.

“That’s not what I’m getting at. She’s using you as a proxy, trying to become a better witch so that she could have the human world invade The Boiling Isles. Why else would she run into such a lowly criminal and ask for help?”

Eda slammed her staff into his neck at such a speed that he was sure that she could have broken it with that blow if it weren’t for his manacle.

“Don’t you ever talk about my child like that!” The Owl Lady hissed, “It’s one thing to even try to kill her or – whatever you were going to do – but, it’s another thing to even try to gaslight me into thinking a stupid lie like that!”

She slapped a fire glyph on his stomach and jumped to the side as his tunic burst into flames. Almade writhed around in agony as he ripped and tossed his tunic off of him, revealing all the other burn marks and grafts adorning his body. He looked at Eda with a pure rage before falling over, his illusion passing through the roof of the library.

Eda cursed under her breath as she summoned her scroll to call the house. She let it ring for a moment before Lilith picked up.

“Oh my Titan, Edalyn! I was so worried for you!”

“Can it, sis! Have you checked to see if Luz was alright?”

“Uhhh, I was actually about to call you about that.”

“About what?”

“Luz left to see Amity at the library, apparently she was having a bad day as well and she wanted to comfort her.”

Eda sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Luz, what would I do without you and your big, dumb heart? Luckily, I’m at the library right now. I’ll call you and tell you if anything happens.”

“Just be careful. He could be anywhere.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, he just tricked me with an illusion! Cheap bastard took advantage of my rage.”

“Well, I could have told you that.”

“Buzz off.”

Eda hung up the scroll and looked down to find a bunch of Emperor’s Coven guards surrounding the area. This wasn’t looking too good at all.

~~~

Amity remembered only being in the forbidden section of the library once or twice when she was locked in before, mainly due to her curiosity, but also because she really didn’t have much else to do. The Emperor’s Coven deemed these books banned from every other resident of the Isles to read aside from the ones that were the highest up the ladder in the Coven like Lilith or the infamous Kikimora. She was actually surprised that they kept all of their criminal files in here of everybody they sent into the Conformitorium, even the ones that were thrown in there for childish or mundane reasons. It really didn’t take a lot at all to get thrown in there on the Isles. She remembered Luz told her once that she and King got thrown in there just by ignoring the “Don’t Step on the Grass” sign and called the attention of a guard. It was actually pretty funny how easily you could set them off like that, considering how harmless the guards themselves are. Though, one book in particular always stood out to her, but she never did take note of the author before now. It was a recent edition after all. It arrived just shortly after King’s whole book publishing fiasco.

It was a book bound in purple leather and a black cloth stretched around the spine. The edges of the pages and the engravings in the leather were all lined with gold leaf and the headband was as intricately sewn as possible. The writing on the spine read “The Scrying of the Soul by Robert Almade”.

Just seeing the author’s name now made Amity’s stomach turn. Of course he would write and bind a book this beautiful and this horrifying all at the same time. Although it may be worth it to check out, it wasn’t what she was looking for. She searched through the various files as Luz went to pick it up. Amity pulled out a file that read “Almade” and flipped it open. She cringed at the various pictures that were laid out in front of her and brushed them aside, but kept the ones in view of various glyphs that he either carved out on the walls or drew in his own blood. A mug shot taken of him revealed that there were no grafts or burn marks of any kind. He looked pale and famished. The color and fullness had been taken away from his cheeks and the look on his face read remorse. Not anger. Not sadness. Remorse. Almost as if he was apologizing to someone for the actions he did, his eyes begging for him not to be punished. Amity remembered wearing the same look on multiple occasions whenever her mother would scold her for whatever arbitrary reason and sometimes even dragging her father into it. Most times, he would remain reluctant to join in, but he wouldn’t dare upset her. It was almost like she scared her more than he was allowed to care about his own daughter. Amity skimmed through some of the headlines and pointed out one that stood out to her.

“Here! LOCAL WILD WITCH DESTROYS HIS HOME, KILLED HIS FATHER AFTERWARDS.”

“Oh wow! That is dark! Gimme!” Luz said, making little grabby hands.

Amity stifled a laugh.

Quit being cute, you goofball. Someday, I swear it’ll kill me.

She continued reading. “Robert Almade, aged 24, as of last night had destroyed his own home. Witnesses say that Almade emerged from the wreckage with multiple cards adorning his body, all with gilded runes that nobody else has seen the likes of before.”

“That must be the glyphs!” Luz butted in. She thought about it for a moment. She always thought that she was the one to rediscover glyphs after many in the isles had rendered it a lost art due to how the evolution of bile sacs in a witch’s body made it useless. There must be a reason that Almade was using them because he could use magic like any normal witch by summoning abominations. Was this limited somehow?

“Luz, uhhh, there’s more to this.” Amity told her. “After he rose, he carved another one of these runes on his palm and grabbed the body of his father with it. There was a glowing light and then nothing left. Zeil collapsed on the ground, seemingly dead. The witness walked closer before seeing the body reanimate itself with a purple glaze overshadowing its eyes. They called this creature a Husk. It then stared directly at the witness before he darted off in the opposite direction. They ended up calling this person a ‘Soulomancer’. Almade was apprehended not long after and taken to the Conformitorium, scheduled for a burning.” Amity shuddered as she read that last sentence.

Luz looked at the date of the article. “Uhh, Amity, this article was dated 3 weeks ago. This is insanely recent.”

She flipped the page to find another article. “Oh, Dios Mio.”

ESCAPED! THE WILD WITCH DUBBED “THE SOULOMANCER” ESCAPED HIS BURNING!

Luz grabbed at her neck. She was so glad that she wasn’t turned into one of those Husks. She looked down at the book that she carried and noted all the love and detail put into the binding. She was going to find out how to get away from him. She could survive, but she didn’t know how. If she hadn’t been revived by Eda and Lilith, she would have been a goner. But why did it have to be her? Why her of all people? Did he have a grudge against humans or is it all just wanton bloodlust? He seemed to lash out at her more during her lessons with him, so the former is definitely still on the table. She tucked the book under her arm.

“I’m gonna go on ahead and check out this book that he wrote. If there’s anything that could help us out, it’d be in here.” Luz reached her hand out towards Amity. The witch replied with a smile and accepted it.

“Right, let’s head to the hideout.”

Amity’s secret hideout in the library wasn’t too much of a secret anymore, considering Luz as well as her siblings all knew about it. As long as they don’t spill it to anyone, like Ed and Em did to Luz when they met her, then it’ll be alright. She was actually surprised that the librarians themselves didn’t even know about it. Amity pulled on the book that acted as a lever and Luz immediately jumped on one of the bean bags that Amity had recently set up in the room when it came to the two of them actually hanging out in here. The human pulled the book out of her arm and started to read.

The witch smiled as she saw her crush at work, focused on the task at hand. She walked inside before closing the door behind her. She couldn’t help but feel a chill up her spine as she closed it, but paid it no mind.

“This is crazy, Ams!” Luz said as she pointed to a page on the book. “Look, right here says that these symbols are what make up the glyph system on the Isles! He must have really studied this kind of thing hard.”

Amity looked over the human’s shoulder. She was right. The page before her was laid out with a lot of specific shapes, most of them looking like the runes that they used on the Isles today for their native language, Arshoya. That language had almost been lost to their tongue today under Belos’ rule when he started to put the English language under the curriculum at their schools, but for whatever reason, maybe because it was easier, they had them keep the writing system.

“You know, it’s funny.” Luz pointed out. “Your guys’ runes on the Isles look scarily enough like alchemic symbols on Earth.”

“Wait, alca-what now?”

“Alchemy. It was this crazy study of magic or turning lead into gold or something developed back on Earth.”

“Wait a minute, I thought humans can’t perform magic.”

“Well, they can’t now, but I don’t think that’s ever stopped them from at least trying in the past. After all, these symbols exist. Look, this one-” She pointed at a circle with a dot in the middle of it. “-represents the Sun in Alchemy. At least, that’s the only symbol that I know. But it’s the same symbol that is used on my fire glyph.”

As she said that, she produced a card that wasn’t crumpled from her bag and drew her fire glyph just to demonstrate before quickly shoving it back into her pocket, hoping not to accidentally activate it.

“Wait, I don’t understand, that could just be coincidence. You can’t be too sure that our runes could be a shortcut or reference or whatever to design your glyphs.”

“It’s not designing. I’m learning from the island around me, at least and I’ll use whatever reference I’ve got.” She sighed as she stared at the book. The human looked back to Amity’s golden eyes. “And plus, it’s worth a shot.”

The witch could see the soft determination in Luz’s face, one that radiated of her characteristic hopeful outlook on life. Luz, her little light.

Someone knocked on the bookcase and Amity groaned as she got up. This was seriously the last time that Edric and Emira would pick on her in a moment like this. She went to slide the door open.

“You know guys, I am really getting tired of you guys picking on me, so why don’t you mind your own business!”

But it wasn’t her siblings. It wasn’t either of them at all.

~~~

Edric and Emira sprinted down the various book shelves as they raced over to the direction of the hideout. Neither of them heard Amity scream that loudly before and they knew that she wasn’t just excited. They leaped down the balcony, summoning illusions to soften their fall. Once they finally reached the hideout, shock spread through both of their faces.

Amity’s body lay on the ground before them, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Luz scrambled backwards with her eyes wide and bloodshot and her mouth agape. Almade’s book was thrown across the room with its pages spread wide open.

“What did you do?” Edric asked softly with a fire behind his voice.

“I-I don’t – I didn’t-.”

“LUZ!” He grabbed the collar of her hoodie as he lifted her up off the ground. Tears trailed down his face. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER?”

It wasn’t long before Luz started bursting into tears as well. Looking over to where Amity’s body lied. She was splayed out on the floor with her eyes closed. The human looked over to her to try and find any sign of breathing. Anything at all.

But there was none. Amity was dead.

Tears streamed down Luz’s face and pooled up under her chin. Why did it have to be her? Why didn’t she save her?

Why?

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What Do You Want?

Summary: Alex has been distant again, so when he gets a weird note amidst all this confusion, Charlie expects the worst.

What I wanted to have happen the day before Charlie wakes up in Alex’ bed.

Word count: 1931

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Note: *un-beta’d as usual. I really love Chalex and it has touched a part of my heart that has affected me, oddly, much more than even Justlex and Zalex. So please be kind. Lmao

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When Charlie found out Alex wanted to meet in the park after school, his heart sank a little. He got the address and exact tree they were supposed to meet under on a little note slipped into his gym locker after practice. A little more eery than he was used to with Alex, but just as mysterious.

They were figuring things out, but it had undoubtedly been difficult for Charlie. Alex had kissed him back during the drills, and then pushed him away. Then the riot had happened, and he thought they were closer than ever. They’d been good; they were seeing each other often for the first few days, and Alex seemed… happy. He thought he was making Alex happy. He thought that Alex coming to look for him and help him during the riot was a sign that he really cared. But suddenly the distance returned, and the messages turned cryptic, and it was like they were back to square one.

It took a while for Charlie to spot him once he got to the park, but there he was, sitting cross-legged at the base of the tree, playing with the blades of grass before him, or rather, ripping them off one by one. Charlie dug his hands into his jacket pockets, and took his time walking to Alex. It wasn’t every day that he felt nervous to talk to anyone, but Alex was definitely different. He was special. And he was special to Charlie.

As soon as Charlie’s shoe stepped into Alex’ line of sight, the boy looked up from his patch of grass straight into Charlie’s blue eyes. He smiled a little, and it reached his eyes, but something else resided there and it made Charlie’s heart beat quicker. Alex pat the space on the ground beside him quietly, and Charlie took a seat a few inches away from him.

They sat there, simple and silent, for a few minutes, Alex continuing to rip up the grass in front of him, giving a couple of blades to Charlie, which prompted the perfectly gentleman “thank you” out of him, and Alex chuckled.

“I’m sorry about the past few days,” Alex started. He was speaking like he found determination, though his hands turned timid and quiet. Charlie tried to look at him, but Alex stared off into the distance. “I know that I’ve been… gone. It wasn’t fair to you, I know, and…” Alex paused, brows furrowed and eyes trained to the ground. “I hate that I did that.” His voice had diminished and Alex started ripping up the grass once again, leaving a bald spot in the soil.

Charlie badly wished to take Alex’ hands in his, to have him look him in the eyes again, to reassure him that everything was alright. But he waited.

“I don’t know if it hurt you, but,”

“It did.” Charlie couldn’t help it coming out of his mouth, and maybe it had come out more aggressively than he thought because Alex winced and clenched his fists. “Fuck,” Charlie mumbled. “I’m sorry,” he followed.

“Don’t be.” Alex’ breathing grew more staggered. “You shouldn’t be sorry about that.”

The silence that followed lasted another few minutes, Alex getting his breathing back to normal, and Charlie kicking himself on being so careless, pushing back when he didn’t need to. He wanted to reach out, but what if Alex retreated and pushed him away even further? It was the last thing he wanted, so he offered his hand instead, laying it facing up on the grass between them.

Alex glanced at it and took it immediately, giving Charlie’s hand a light squeeze, and Charlie let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

“I’m sorry,” Alex said, shaking his head lightly. “I’m really sorry.” Charlie chanced a glance and saw Alex screwing his eyes shut.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Charlie said.

“No, it’s not.” Alex released his tight grip on Charlie’s hand but it let it rest beside, just barely touching. “I… want this. I want this with you, I want you more than you think.” His hand twitched and pulled back a few millimeters. “I really do care about you. So much. And if I let you in… that comes with a whole lot of shit that you shouldn’t have to deal with. I don’t want to put you through anything that has to do with me. I…” His mind was racing, Charlie could tell, by the way Alex’ eyes shifted behind his closed eyelids, and the way his breathing never really got a chance to slow down. “I’m a fucked up person and… Jesus, this sounds so fucking three-years-ago of me, but I just don’t deserve you.”

“Hey,” Charlie said immediately, shifting and turning to sit directly in front of Alex. “Please look at me?”

Alex refused, keeping his gaze trained on the bare ground in front of him. Charlie didn’t budge, giving the boy time. Alex instead brought Charlie’s hand closer to him, clearing his throat.

“It’s taken me these last few years, thinking about the things I’ve done, and the person I was, and the kind of person I wanna be, I’m trying to be, to figure out what feels right for me to have in this life.” He tightened his grip on Charlie’s hand, who readily reciprocated. “I’ve… allowed myself an amount of happiness, moving forward, and you’re… too much for me.”

“Alex…”

“Charles Hayden.” Alex finally lifted his eyes to meet Charlie’s once again, a bitter smile gracing his soft face, “Sweet Charles. I can’t be that selfish. Not anymore. Not when being selfish almost ruined my entire life and everyone else’s around me. The people I actually gave a shit about.” His voice started to get caught in his throat, and he gave Charlie’s hand another squeeze. A tear built up in Alex’ eye, and it took everything in Charlie to not reach up and wipe it away before it fell. “I was… a scam artist,” he continued. “A thief. And I’m trying very hard to change that. I feel like I’m finally on a path that’s safe, and feels like what I deserve for what I’m worth. Getting to keep you, too? It’s too much. I’d spend my whole life giving as much of myself as I can, and it still wouldn’t feel enough to afford you. It’d feel too much of like what I was.”

“Selfish?” Charlie asked after a moment.

Alex nodded. “A thief,” he confirmed. “Like I’d have kept something from the world that never should have been mine in the first place. Precious. The way you are.” He tore his eyes away from Charlie’s and trained them to the smattering of trees in the distance.

Charlie was speechless. All this time, the inconsistency, the distance - it wasn’t that Alex was drifting away from him, it’s that he’d been fighting for him. Fighting himself to hold on to this. And he’d convinced himself he’d already lost the fight.

Charlie scooted forward so that their shoulders touched but he could still face Alex. He worked up the nerve to lift up his hand and gently caress Alex’ cheek. Feeling Charlie’s hand against his skin, he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. Charlie could feel the faint pulse against Alex’ jaw, and it was racing as fast as his. It took his breath away when Alex opened his eyes back up. He’d never seen them so open and…

“I’m scared,” Alex whispered, searching Charlie’s face.

“Of what?” Charlie asked, tenderly, taking the chance to wipe away the tear that had just fallen from Alex’ eye. “Of me?” Alex just stared back at him, as if scared to even speak.

“I’m scared I’ll ruin you. Somehow. Like I did them. I’ll make another fucking mistake and then…” He didn’t continue. Charlie didn’t notice it at first, but when they leaned their foreheads together and closed their eyes, he could feel Alex’ more labored breaths against his face as the smaller boy rubbed his own chest through his shirt. He gave Alex more time - to get his breath even, to get his mind to stop racing, and to get him to look at him once more. It took maybe ten minutes this time, their heads together and eyes remained closed, and Charlie snaking his hand around the back of Alex’ head and combing through his hair, humming a tune so softly until Alex eventually leaned up and looked at Charlie again.

“You’re not going to ruin me,” Charlie finally replied. “I’m not so easily breakable, you know that.”

“That’s not what I thought when I saw you lying on the ground, unconscious.”

Charlie chuckled. “And you saved my life, see? Literally the opposite of ruining me.”

“I didn’t save your life, I moved you like two inches before the car explo-“

“My point is,” Charlie cut him off, bringing his other hand up to Alex’ face, keeping their gaze steady, “that I feel safe with you, Alex. I can trust you. You’ve gone through so much, and you keep moving with love. You’re… amazing to me.

“You don’t have to go through life… without me. We can move forward together. And if you make a mistake, I’ll let you fix it… but only if you let me do the same. Or, we could decide right now to fix it together. Whatever wrong thing happens. We could be in this together, Alex. Please.” He leaned in to close the distance and gave the boy the softest kiss, relieving Alex’ shoulders of its weight and letting him breathe into it, lighter and more alive. Alex grabbed onto Charlie’s arms desperately, grasping tightly to his sweater. And when the two broke away, they stayed close, breathing each other’s air.

The first time Alex reached up and snaked his hand around Charlie’s head, nestling it in his hair, it sent shivers down Charlie’s skin and woke up the little hairs at the back of his neck and around his arms.

“It’s going to be difficult,” Alex said. “I might make it difficult.”

Charlie clicked his tongue and smiled. “Not on purpose, I hope.”

“Of course not.” Alex’ eyebrows turned to knots once again, and Charlie couldn’t help but laugh and thumb the wrinkles back down.

“Difficult is a normal thing. So, we can just be normal. And I’m really looking forward to that.” Charlie kissed the tip of his nose, and it was the first time in days that he’d seen Alex’ smile reach his glistening, cloudy blue eyes. “There we go,” he whispered before giving Alex a chaste kiss.

“This conversation isn’t over, by the way,” Alex said.

“And I’d keep talking to you for as long as you want me to.” Charlie smiled.

“Do you… wanna come back home with me? My parents are out for the night, so… we could talk there? Maybe you could sleep over?” He seemed uncertain to Charlie, but that Alex wanted to bring him home to any extent warmed his chest. He shot up out of the ground and dusted off the back of his pants, and offered his hand to help Alex up.

Alex rolled his eyes and flashed him another smile before taking his hand, letting himself be pulled up, once again surprised at how strong Charlie truly was. And as they walked to Charlie’s car, and as his hand received a reassuring squeeze, Alex figured Charlie to be stronger than he’d given him credit for, and that maybe being a little less afraid wouldn’t be so bad.

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