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Another Time, Another Place

Summary: Harvey's wife (Reader) gets stuck while working on a case and she requires his assistance to get unstuck.

Prompt: “What? Isn’t this the book you wanted?”

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader/OFC (3rd person, she/ her)

Content Warning: Nothing much, really. Implied spice, but no explicit spice.

She pulled her gaze from her laptop, rubbing at her eyes as she glanced around the room after sending an email. Most of the partners—both the senior and junior designees—stayed far away from the law firm’s library. They had little need for the space, what with being granted their own resplendent offices, complete with the comforts of their own design—furniture and decor and views that reflected their status and clout at the firm…

So it was rare to find department heads there, excepting for the odd instances when they deigned to stretch their legs, drifting down to the library to follow up with an associate or paralegal assigned to their case in person rather than sending an email, but she had always liked the library. She often preferred its special brand of quiet, the near-silence imbued with the tense buzz of people working on their own time-sensitive assignments, almost like the parallel play of toddlers. Almost like they were all still students studying for exams and writing papers.

The room was empty now though, the hour too late for even the most diligent of associates, the most hungry of them, but it had always reminded her of her days back in school…her days as a novice associate. Even now, she sometimes preferred the space to her own office the same way she’d once preferred the space to her little cubicle in the bullpen. Back when she was an associate, there had been no hour too late, no hour that she wouldn’t spend in the library with a pile of books and her mind wound tightly throughout the intricacies of a case, trying to craft a win for herself. For her mentor. For her clients.

It wasn’t often these days that she needed to keep such late hours. And somewhere along the line, she’d become the one mentoring novice attorneys. She’d sent her own associate home hours ago, preferring to work through this particularly rough bit of research on her own. Once in a while, she liked that sort of challenge. Liked revisiting the grueling all nighters she’d once lived on a daily basis.

And she could feel she was close now, the puzzle pieces in her mind’s eye nearly falling into place. Nearly…but there was something she was missing. Something blocked that she couldn’t quite work through. In a library containing thousands of volumes and a whole internet of answers, she just couldn’t find what she needed.

Or, more likely, she couldn’t access it, her mind not making the right connections.

She probably just needed to get some sleep, to look at things with a fresh mind, but that wasn’t in the cards tonight, not with an impending deadline.

A short break would have to do. She just needed an influx of energy, a slight bit of distraction to pull her mind away from the issue just enough to give perspective.

Pushing back from her laptop, she turned the volume on her wireless headphones up, letting the club hits she used to dance to during undergrad house parties soothe some part of her soul, almost as if the familiar beats unlocked something in her, loosening muscles she hadn’t even realized were tense. Not that it was a surprise. She’d been hunched over the table for hours, not even bothering to stop for dinner, taking only a few obligatory bites of the sushi Harvey had ordered for her while her eyes remained glued to her computer.

She let her focus slip away now though, slipping off her heels and closing her eyes as she sang along to the song in her headphones. She imagined she was in another time, another place—far away from the library and the case, the music easily carrying her away.

She started, eyes flying open as she danced into something solid, the scent of a familiar cologne tickling her senses as she stumbled. Harvey’s hand closed around her back, steadying her as she pulled her headphones off, letting them hang around her neck.

Harvey smirked at the noise still blaring through the silent library from the headphones, a song he knew just as well as she did, the sound of it dredging up at least half a dozen memories—images of his own college days, images of the two of them on road trips, images of her cleaning the apartment, images of their wedding, images of a handful of other times he’d come across her in the firm’s library late at night…

“Hey fruitcake, what are you doing?”

She rolled her eyes at the reference as she turned down the volume, allowing the memories and the music to fall away, her mind temporarily focused on finding the right retort, her mind gratefully sifting through Dirty Harry quotes rather than case law research.

Harvey watched her, letting the quiet stretch between them, some part of him gratified at the sight of her slightly disheveled appearance. Harvey liked something about the juxtaposition, of seeing her just slightly less put together than she usually was in the hallowed halls of their law firm, her blazer discarded on a chair, her shirt sleeves rolled, her feet bare, bright red toenails stark against the dark carpets.

Not that he wasn’t used to seeing her like that. She was the type of girl who was almost always in sweats just minutes after arriving home. She’d actually been dressed that way when they first met, years and years ago in a different law library, in a different set of hallowed halls.

Sometimes, especially times like this, it felt like it was just yesterday.

Harvey pulled his eyes back to her face to find her studying him, a certain eagerness lighting her eyes. His lips formed a fond smile again.

“I thought you were hard at work down here?” he taunted, eyebrows raising.

“Well…” she started, leaning a bit of weight onto the arm that still lay snaked around her back, “for the past three-quarters of an hour, I’ve been sitting on my ass waiting for you.”

Harvey smirked. It was one of the things he loved about her: that she could go toe to toe with him with most things—movie references, the law, a few choice other things…

Nevermind the fact that she’d emailed him requesting his ‘assistance’ mere minutes ago…

Harvey gently massaged her lower back with the fingers he still had splayed there before shifting his arm away, abstaining from letting his hand drift down to the aforementioned ass, another thing he loved about her.

Her lips pursed at the sudden absence of Harvey’s touch and she pulled her arms up to fold over her chest.

“I brought that help you wanted.”

She refrained from smiling as she read the title of the paperback he pushed into the space between them—Law for Dummies—even as he smirked, giddy as a school child. She had gifted the book to him upon his law school graduation, and it had occupied a shelf in his various cubicles and offices ever since.

She doubted it had ever been much help, but it gave them a good laugh from time to time, something which was like a balm to the harshness of life sometimes, a healing salve for the seemingly chronic stress of their lives.

“Very clever, Harvey.”

“What?” he asked, gaze drifting from her unimpressed face down to the black and yellow front cover. “Isn’t this the book you wanted?”

Harvey’s voice sounded so innocent—so sincere—that she almost laughed. Christ, he was good. If law hadn’t worked out, he could’ve given acting a shot. Comedy, maybe.

“Did my email say anything about a book, Mr. Specter?” she asked, taking the tome from his hands and tossing it on a nearby table with a thump.

Harvey hummed. “Come to think of it, your email was a little…vague. Left a lot to the imagination.”

“Mhmm…” She nodded. “The details of the specific type of assistance I require of you is something I suspect neither one of us would want in writing. Wouldn’t want it read aloud in a court of law…” Her eyes traveled Harvey’s face, clocking the light in his eyes and the tug of his smile. “Or by the IT department,” she added as an afterthought, the briefest bit of alarm washing over her features at the idea.

“You think Benjamin is reading our email exchanges?” Harvey asked. “That’s kind of—”

She pushed at his chest before he could get the word out—kinky.

“Harvey,” she groaned, not because she didn’t enjoy the childish side of him. She did. She loved it, actually, but she had asked him down here for a reason…

“Yes, Mrs. Specter?”

To most of the world, both here at the office and in the eyes of the U.S. government, she went by her maiden name. She had kept her own name, both professionally and legally, for a multitude of reasons, not the least of which being that she was not a man’s property, not even if Harvey Specter was the man in question. But between the two of them, it still thrilled her when he called her that, made her feel so thoroughly his—and him so thoroughly hers—that her toes curled into the carpet, a movement that Harvey clocked as he stepped closer, one arm wrapping around her as he used the other to guide her face up to him with a hand under her chin.

“What specific type of assistance is it that you require of me?”

Whatever she asked for…whatever she needed…Harvey would readily give her the world if she wanted it. If it would make her happy. If she needed it. He’d do anything.

It was a truth they both knew. And it was reciprocal. She’d do the same for him.

But all she wanted—all she needed—just now was him.

This.

Well, this…and a way to win her case, but as she kissed her husband’s lips, allowing him to guide them both back towards the stacks, thoughts of the case fell away until all that existed in the world was two people alone in a library, each of them falling a bit further in love, as they had once done long ago in another time, another place.

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ragana62 · 2 months

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Last but not least for today’s #LoveFest2024 update: Sirius catching Hermione reading something a bit naughty for Pixiegeek

The Trouble With Books

Rating: E

Pairing: Sirius Black/Hermione Granger

Warnings: Smut

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ao3feed-drastoria · 3 months

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Catch Him Out

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eJ0b9xK by xxDustNight88 Daphne and Millicent are determined to get Draco back for what he's done. #LoveFest2024 #TeamINVISIBILITYCLOAK Words: 1747, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 52 of It Dust Be Love, Part 2 of Love, xxDustNight 2024 Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Astoria Greengrass, Millicent Bulstrode, Daphne Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Tracey Davis (Harry Potter), Pansy Parkinson Relationships: Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode & Daphne Greengrass Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Based on a Taylor Swift Song, Character Death, Murder, Poisoning, Infidelity, One Shot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eJ0b9xK

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hb-writes · 28 days

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Frostnip

Summary: When Charlie wears her very stylish, but not very well-insulated, boots to play in the snow with Marcus and family, she has to end her play early because of frozen toes.

Prompt: "Get off! Your feet are cold!"

Characters: Harvey Specter & Charlie Specter (OC)

Content Warning: Nothing, really. Medical-ish stuff, I guess.

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Charlie flexed her foot as she toed off her boot, a quiet hiss coming from her lips as she set the foot on the floor, bracing herself against the wall to work the other boot off. It was nearly silent in the house, the quiet punctuated only by the shouts and laughter accompanying the snowball fight happening just out back between Marcus and the kids.

Dumping her coat and gloves and hat beside the door, Charlie shuffled across the kitchen, her feet feeling heavy and stiff as she went.

"You're still working?"

She stopped to lean against the wall, her face turned back towards the door and the yard beyond it as she heard their niece let out an infernal screeching that had Charlie wincing.

Harvey didn't so much as flinch. How he was working over all the noise, Charlie didn't know, but he was still planted at the same spot at the dining room table where he'd been when the rest of them headed out into the snow nearly two hours ago. And he still didn't pull his eyes from the laptop to look at her now.

Charlie eased down onto the end of the bench and pulled her feet up, peeling off her wet socks, once again hissing as her hands ghosted over the chilled skin.

"Are you almost finished?"

Charlie hugged her knees to her chest as Harvey's eyes kept skimming over the screen as if he hadn't heard her.

"Hello? Harvey?" Charlie reached out down the bench, waving a hand at him. "Can you hear me? Harvey Reginald—"

Harvey's eyebrows raised as he continued reading whatever was on his screen, considering that answer enough since Charlie stopped herself from saying his full name.

As far as Harvey was concerned, he didn’t need to explain that what he was doing was important. Charlie knew he wouldn't be camped out at their brother's table during their visit if it wasn't, but she’d already interrupted him with three questions in a row and Harvey was starting to wonder if she was ever planning on stopping.

"What happened to you playing in the snow and leaving me alone for a few hours?"

Harvey finally pulled his eyes from the screen to look at his sister. Charlie's cheeks were still flushed and her hair was a tangled, snow-dampened mess. And Harvey was partially grateful he'd been caught up with work, trapped inside rather than rolling around in the snow with his siblings, niece, and nephew.

"I was cold. And unlike some of us..." Charlie rolled her eyes as she released her legs, stretching them out down the bench. "My auntly duty quota has already been fulfilled so—"

"Goddamn it, Charlie! Get off," Harvey shouted as Charlie tried to fit her frozen toes between his leg and the bench's cushion. "Your feet are cold!"

Cold was an understatement. Charlie's feet were freezing, the touch of her skin cool enough that Harvey could feel their deep-seated chill straight through the fabric of his jeans.

"All of me is cold," she answered as she pulled her knees back to her chest, hugging them there. "And they're kind of tingly." Harvey watched as his sister poked at the skin of her feet, watching them intently before wrapping her hands back around her toes and raising her gaze to meet Harvey's. "I guess leather boots aren't the best option when it comes to insulation."

Harvey huffed, tension creeping into his shoulders. "Tingly, Charlotte?"

"Yeah." Charlie shrugged. "Maybe a little."

"And were you limping over here just now?"

Charlie opened and closed her mouth in quick succession, not quite sure how he'd managed to notice that when he'd very clearly been focused on his computer and ignoring her.

"Let me see," Harvey said, and he held out a hand, enduring Charlie's delaying for only a moment before he grasped both of her legs around the calves.

"Harvey, stop!" Charlie shouted, grabbing the table edge for support as Harvey hauled her down the bench, placing her feet in his lap so he could take a better look.

"Christ, Charlotte, I told you to stop wearing those goddamn shoes," he said, his own fingers gently testing the cool skin.

She had complained about cold feet just about every time they'd gone out in the city during the last few weeks. They didn't keep her feet warm on the snowless, and slightly-warmer, streets of New York. He didn't know why she'd think they'd be enough to keep her warm while traipsing through a foot of snow for over an hour. Why she hadn't just worn Katie's old snow boots, especially after Marcus went through the trouble of digging them out for her.

Harvey's lips pressed into a straight line as his fingers continued assessing the bone-white skin of Charlie's toes, transitioning mottled pink just beyond. There were no blisters and no swelling. No hardened skin. Thankfully, she had come inside when she did. Harvey glanced at her. "Does it hurt?"

Charlie swallowed, shaking her head, quickly, almost as if the answer was a reflex. A lie, Harvey figured, and he waited for her to elaborate, the silence stretching uncomfortably between them.

"I don't think so. I…I can't really tell."

Charlie couldn't feel any pain. She could tell her feet were cold because the skin had felt cool against her fingers, but aside from that, there was only the tingling sensation. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, but Harvey eased her feet off his lap and stood at the admission, lifting her from the bench without warning.

"Harvey, I can—"

"Walk?" Harvey asked as crossed the kitchen and eased her onto the counter. "I don't think so, Frodo, you barely made it across the Shire."

Harvey turned on the faucet, one hand held under the water for a few moments to gauge the temperature as the basin started filling.

"Is this really necessary?" Charlie asked.

"Would you rather we amputate?"

"I don't think you're really qualified," she answered, muttering to herself about Harvey not being capable of healing, like Aragorn.

Harvey glared at her, and Charlie held his stare. He was the one who had started the Lord of the Ring references.

"And it's not really—"

"Is there tingling anywhere else?" Harvey asked, interrupting Charlie before she could insist that his efforts were unnecessary. "Your fingers? Are you cold?"

Charlie shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, part of her determined to be fine, even as the hairs on her arms rose beneath her shirt.

"Yeah?" Harvey tilted his head. He hadn't missed her shivering or the way her hands kept rubbing at her arms...the way her cheeks were still bright red with cold. "You're telling me the truth?"

Harvey slipped out of his sweater before Charlie could answer him, wrapping it around her shoulders. Charlie was poised to fight him, to point out once again that he was being over the top—first, by carrying her around and now, by playing mother hen—but the weight and warmth of the knitted cardigan felt nice so she didn't complain. Charlie twisted in her spot at the sink's edge, fitting her arms through the sleeves as Harvey eased back against the kitchen island across from her. Once she settled, he grasped her cold feet once again, giving them a second once over.

He glanced up at her. "Can you move your toes?"

"Yes, Harvey," Charlie groaned, wiggling them for emphasis, though the movement was somewhat less enthusiastic than she intended, her toes stiff and heavy.

Charlie swallowed, avoiding her brother's gaze. So what? Her feet were cold and they were tingly. And maybe she'd been stupid to wear the boots, as Harvey had suggested, but...

"I'm—"

Harvey cut her off. “If you tell me you’re fine, I’m gonna—”

"You're gonna what? Yell at me?" Charlie scoffed, waving a hand. “Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth."

"What did you just say to me?"

"I said...Be silent. Keep your—"

Harvey gave her a look before releasing her feet. "You're really still quoting Lord of the Rings to me right now?" He stepped forward to turn off the faucet, dipping a hand into the water to test the temperature once again, ensuring it was warm but not too hot. "You probably have frostbite. You think this is some sort of joke?"

"I don't have frostbi—"

"Enough." Harvey cut her off, his voice rising just enough that Charlie remembered herself. "Get your goddamn feet in the water."

"Fine, fine." Charlie held up both hands in surrender before leaning down to start rolling up her pant legs. She twisted on the counter, lifting her feet above the sink and hissing as she eased her toes below the waterline.

"All the way," Harvey prompted when she held her feet just an inch into the water, the sensation already uncomfortable.

"I'm doing it!" Charlie scrunched up her face, squeezing her eyes shut in anticipation as she complied.

"Wiggle those toes."

"I am!" Charlie grit out and Harvey glanced into the water to confirm.

"How long do I have to—?"

"Until the color comes back to normal and the tingling goes away. Or thirty minutes—whichever's longer."

"Hmph," Charlie answered, wrapping herself tighter in Harvey's sweater. "It's starting to burn," she told him, the tingling in her feet giving way to a searing pain.

Charlie started to lift her feet, but Harvey set a hand on her leg, stopping her.

"It's supposed to," he answered.

"How do you know?"

"Boy Scouts," he answered, holding up three fingers in salute. "Stay put. I'll be right back."

Charlie rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone as Harvey left the room, doing her own internet search for frostbite and scrolling through the results, only to find that Harvey was basically right.

Do not allow them to walk if it affects their feet.

Submerge the body part in warm water 15 to 30 minutes.

Pain is common during reheating.

"According to this, I maybe, might have a very mild form of frostnip, not frostbite," she said as he came back into the room with a towel and some other supplies. She held up the phone for Harvey to read, and he took it, scrolling through the article.

"Frostnip: a mild form of frostbite," he said, reciting a direct quote from the article as he handed the phone back to her. "Anything else you want to say, doctor?"

"Well, here..." Charlie scrolled further "...right here, it says you're supposed to give your child warm drinks." It also said to cover them with a blanket, but Harvey had as good as done that already by giving up his sweater.

"And a second breakfast," Charlie added, nodding toward the blueberry muffins leftover from breakfast that still sat on the counter behind him.

"Is that so?" Harvey snorted. "Boston Children's Hospital recommends second breakfast as a cure for frostbite?"

Charlie shrugged. "It says to make sure they're comfortable, and I think another muffin would make me comfortable. Warmed up with some butter...and maybe some hot chocolate..." Charlie pointed to one of the end cabinets where she knew Marcus kept the almost sickeningly sweet chocolatey powder. "Please? Pretty, pretty, pretty pretty—"

Harvey shook his head, cutting her unrelenting pleas off with the gesture, before going through the motions of making her hot chocolate. Harvey presented her with the drink a few moments later without a word.

"My precious!" Charlie hissed. The steaming mug felt deliciously warm against her still chilled fingertips. Harvey turned from her to retrieve the muffin.

"You know, that's funny," Harvey said as he set the muffin down beside her on the counter, "because you kind of look like Gollum."

Charlie set the mug down, deciding to let it cool for a moment to avoid burning her tongue. "Jokes on you then, Harv—" Charlie picked a piece of the muffin top loose and popped it into her mouth. "—because people keep saying I look just. Like. You."

Charlie smiled sweetly at her brother as she picked up another piece of muffin, her attention spared to him long enough to realise that he had no intention of responding.

"After this can we—"

"After this, I have work to do and you're not leaving the couch. You—"

"Alright, alright," Charlie interrupted, sensing by Harvey's tone that he was preparing to go off on a lecture-y tangent. "We will sit on the couch."

Harvey raised an eyebrow at her 'we' even as she continued on.

"We can watch Lord of the Rings while you work," she offered, "Haley and Lucas have never seen it so we can fulfill your uncle duty while I rest my feet and you work and..." Charlie shrugged. "It's practically the perfect solution."

It was only half an hour later when Harvey had to admit he agreed with her because while Charlie, Marcus, and the kids lay passed out on the couch, all of them exhausted by the cold, Harvey finally had a chance to wrap up his work all to the film score of Lord of the Rings.

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hb-writes · 2 months

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The Care Package

Summary: When Charlie leaves to study abroad in London for the semester and forgets something important, Harvey and Donna get it to her as quick as possible.

Prompt: “I love you, my fluffy dinosaur.” Promptly followed by: “Are you drunk or trying out a new nickname? Because I’m not a fan.”

Characters: Harvey Specter & Charlie Specter (OC)

Content Warning: None!

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Harvey answered the video call and recoiled, the speakers garbling Charlie’s high pitched squeal. She was nearly shaking with what Harvey could only name as unencumbered happiness, clearly visible even through the slight blurriness of the screen, courtesy of the 3,500 miles between them and her shoddy internet connection.

“I love you, my fluffy dinosaur!” she said, either not aware or not caring that her brother had answered her call and was watching.

"Shut up! It's 6 am!"

Charlie flinched, turning towards her bedroom door at the shout of one of her flatmates, shouting back a quick, "Sorry!" that had Harvey laughing for the first time in what felt like days.

“Are you drunk or trying out a new nickname?” Harvey asked. “Because I gotta be honest, I’m not a fan.”

Charlie glanced at the screen, glaring at her brother for a second before she refocused her attention on uncovering the stuffed creature she knew was buried in the bottom of the package. She had just accepted the delivery, and recognizing the return address—Pearson-Specter-Litt’s office, she’d opened it right away, plopping herself, the box, and her laptop on her bed after reading the accompanying greeting card.

Charlie smiled triumphantly as she finally pulled Tracy the Triceratops free, hugging the stuffed dinosaur to her chest.

“Not a fan of the nickname or me being drunk?” she asked, settling the triceratops in her lap so both Charlie and Tracy were staring at Harvey with goofy grins on their faces.

Charlie’s smile broadened as she looked at her brother, impressed at his ability to successfully level a look like that at her even through the computer screen.

She rolled her eyes. “I’ll remind you that the drinking age is eighteen here, Harvey,” she offered. “Sorry to inform you that I’m an adult.”

Not to mention that it was 6 in the morning, and drinking was the last thing on her mind.

“She says while hugging a blue dinosaur..."

A handful of witty comebacks swirled in Charlie's mind, but she found herself taking a deep, steadying breath as she observed her brother on the screen, his smile easy even though he was clearly exhausted. She was hit with a wave of something that had her swallowing down a lump in her throat, something that clenched tight in her chest.

It wasn’t quite loneliness Charlie felt—she had known two of her flatmates before leaving study abroad, and everyone else she had met in the last few days had been great. Charlie was enjoying everything about it and having loads of fun, but for a moment, as she watched Harvey through the screen, she just longed to be home.

She longed for the apartment she shared with her brother. She longed for New York bagels and their quiet, cozy Sundays. She even longed for her brother’s office with his records and his collection of balls, including the one she had signed for him during her first and only season of tee ball. He wasn’t the type to have a framed picture of his sister adorning his desk, but Charlie’s baseball sat in an honored position beside the ones belonging to Jeter, Jordan, and Ewing. Most people who admired the collection were none the wiser that the ball closest to Harvey's desk had been signed by a six year old.

Charlie cleared her throat, blinking away the sudden wetness in her eyes and Harvey sat up straight, noting the change in her despite the terrible internet connection.

“What’s wrong?"

Charlie swallowed as Harvey started his question, shaking her head.

“You’re still at work?” she tried, though she already knew he was. It was a busy week at the firm and even though Harvey hadn’t said a word to her about it, she knew from Mike and Donna. And even if they hadn’t clued her in, Charlie recognized her brother’s office—a space that felt just as much like home as Harvey’s apartment did.

“Charlotte.”

Charlie stilled. She knew that tone. She recognized that her brother had latched on to something and wasn’t likely to let it go easily.

“It’s nothing, Harvey. I just…Thank you for sending Tracy.” Charlie held up the dinosaur, waving its clawed foot at Harvey through the screen. “I haven’t been away from her for so long since…well, never, I guess.”

It was one of the first things their father had bought for her when she moved in with them and for those first few years, she took it with her just about everywhere. The dinosaur still shared her bed over a decade later, and it had certainly been on her study abroad packing list. It probably would have made it into the suitcase had Charlie not waited until the very last minute to pack.

Harvey had prompted her to start packing more times than he could count starting close to a month ago. Neither of them had been aware that her delaying probably had a deeper meaning. Neither of them had realized that her delay was the only bit of resistance she showed about the situation.

Because neither Specter had been willing to talk about the fact that they were both feeling a little hesitant about her going away for the semester.

Charlie had realized the dinosaur was missing by the time she laid down for her first night in the new flat and she had sent off an email right away, practically begging for the creature to be sent at Harvey's earliest convenience.

Charlie had expected it to take a week or more. They were an ocean away now and Charlie knew her brother and Donna were both busy. Digging through the disaster area Charlie knew she had left in her bedroom to find the stuffed creature wouldn’t likely be at the top of his priorities…Nor would be packing it up and making a stop somewhere to ship it off…

But even so, it had arrived in less than two days. Charlie didn’t even want to think how much that had cost to make that happen

Harvey smiled as Charlie idly fussed with the dinosaur, barely aware of his studying her on the other side of the screen.

“Or maybe Donna’s the one who I should thank...?” Charlie mused as she remembered the accompanying card she’d found in the package with, ‘Call your brother when you get this, Little Chick,’ written out in Donna’s neat handwriting. “Is she there?”

Harvey shook his head. Donna had left just a few minutes before Charlie’s video call came through.

“Oh,” Charlie answered. “Why are you still there?” She knew they usually left around the same time, and it was past one in the morning already.

Harvey shrugged. He had been about to leave, every part of him desperate to crawl into bed for a few hours before they would be at it again, but his sister’s call had been more compelling than the call to sleep. And he didn’t feel like getting into the work stuff. The idea of bringing it into their conversation was enough to leech what little energy he had left. Charlie read that well enough and didn’t press him further.

“Who's idea was the snacks?” she asked, digging through the box filled with some of her very favorites.

“Joint effort,” Harvey answered.

“Let me guess. Mike?” she continued with a snort, holding up the package of blue pens and highlighters taped to a notebook with a blue cover.

Harvey nodded with a fond smile. Mike had insisted on adding the collection of blue items to the box along with one of Louis’s beloved bran bars, stolen from the staff kitchen.

“Well, thank you,” she continued, vaguely distracted with digging through the rest of the items. She pulled out a planner, recognizing it as the generic one the firm gave out to any employees who wanted them.

“Really?” she asked with an eye roll, holding it up to the screen. "You spoil me, Harvey."

“Just a little piece of home,” Harvey answered with a smirk, waiting for her to notice the little tab sticking out of the side, and watching as she thumbed through it to get to the marked page. Then the shock registered on her face, her squeal of happiness coming out with little regard for her sleeping roommates.

“Are you serious?” she asked. “You and Donna are coming to visit? In two weeks?”

Harvey nodded. It was soon, far sooner than they had planned. They had made vague arrangements for him to come visit Charlie in London later in the semester, but only a few days after her departure, Donna had moved his schedule around and booked tickets. When she’d told him, Harvey hadn’t argued, just asking if she wanted to book a flight for herself, too.

Charlie smirked. “Visiting already? Must be pretty boring without me there...I guess you must really miss me something awful?”

"Me?" Harvey scoffed. “Miss having my annoying little sister driving me up a wall all the time? Not a chance, kid. But Donna and I discussed it and we wouldn’t want to deprive you of my presence for too long. I hear if you spend too much time away from me, you start becoming a lame ass punk. I mean, look at what’s happened to Marcus.”

"Right." Charlie rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “We wouldn’t want that.”

“It would be a shame after all the work I’ve put into making sure you’re passably cool. You’re a reflection of me, you know? Even when you're in another country.”

Harvey gave her a fond smile as he said it, and Charlie mirrored the gesture.

"Naturally," she offered. "I should probably let you go. I’ve got class at 8…and I think you should get some sleep.”

“Alright.” Harvey nodded. “If you forgot anything else, just let us know.”

“Okay.” Charlie was hugging Tracy in her lap again, barely aware she was doing it. “And...I love you, Harvey.”

Harvey let the words fill him, a warmth settling in his chest that had been distinctly absent since he left his sister waiting in the line at airport security.

“I love you, too, kid. See you in two weeks.”

Charlie smiled and lifted the dinosaur’s paw then, waving at the screen for a moment before she ended the call. The image of Charlie and Tracy remained frozen there for a moment on Harvey’s laptop, and Harvey swallowed the lump in his throat, hoping the next two weeks would fly by.

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For a ‘love’ prompt, I hope they’re still open? If not ignore this ☺️ I love the relationship between Emmeline and Christian Grey, so maybe something cute and fluffy to show the love they have for each other, something like ‘You have three seconds to run.’

"You have three seconds to run."

Emmeline was still giggling and the words took an extra moment to process as she considered her brother's current condition, her mind trying to compute exactly how dropping her breakfast dishes into the suds-filled sink had caused such a strong splash back, one which had left her gloriously dry while Christian looked like she'd dumped a pot of water on him, liquid dripping to the kitchen floor.

"Oops?" Emmeline offered a small smile to her brother, taking a cautious step away from him as she tried to sober herself.

Christian snorted and a dangerous gleam shined in his eye as he wiped a bit of soap from his cheek, his lips pressing into a straight line, though Emmeline could tell it was an effort not to smile.

Christian Grey had a few dangerous looks, a handful of infamous glances and glares that communicated without requiring him to utter a single word. Emmeline was all too familiar with those sorts of looks. She'd been on the receiving end of them often enough. More than most people, she suspected, but as familiar as she was with the looks that communicated Christian's frustrations, she knew this look, too...

Christian would have the world believe that he wasn't the playful sort, that he was a serious businessman. A no-nonsense sort of person and nothing more...but Emmeline knew her brother well enough to know better.

Equal parts of dread and giddiness settled her stomach as Christian started counting out.

"One..."

Emmeline's mind emptied of everything except the goal of putting distance between her and her brother, her sock-clad feet slipping on the floors as she pushed past him and raced through the penthouse.

"Two..."

She let out a scream followed by a peal of laughter as Christian counted out the final number, her foot slipping and sending her into the wall as she turned a corner. Christian had given her a head start, but as she listened to the sounds of his approach, Emmeline had no illusions about the fact that her advantage was fleeting.

She met her brother's eye as he appeared at the end of the hall and a startled shriek escaped her lips as she pushed herself into motion once again, aiming for the nearest room with a locking door—Christian's home office at the end of the hall.

"Ha!" Emmeline shouted as she slid over the threshold, slamming the door in Christian's face as he caught up, both of them fumbling with opposite sides of the door handle—Christian trying to gain entry as Emmeline worked to secure the lock.

She let out a nearly breathless laugh as the lock finally clicked in place, resting her arms above her head as she caught her breath.

Christian called his sister's name through the door, the tone almost alarmingly calm, gentle. "Open the door."

The handle rattled. "Em. Let me in."

She laughed. "No way," she answered, stepping away from the door. "Feel free to contact my assistant to make an appointment."

Emmeline could've sworn she heard Christian laugh on the other side of the door. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"I think I can maybe get you in next Tuesday," she continued, slipping her phone from her pocket as it chirped, an email notification popping up on her lock screen—a calendar invite from Christian with the meeting label 'retribution,' scheduled for the next fifteen minutes.

Emmeline snorted, rolling her eyes as she slid into the chair behind his desk and declined the invite. She started scrolling on social media, figuring she could wait him out. Wait until the desire for retribution was replaced by some more important—something with work or Ana's return from her brunch with Kate.

Emmeline shot to her feet, dropping her phone as the door suddenly shot open, revealing her brother, smirking there with a single key in his hand. The key she'd conveniently forgotten to consider.

"Chris..." Emmeline started, hands held up in the space between them as Christian stalked forward. "Chris. Christian! Please just wait." Emmeline stepped around the desk, trying to keep the furniture between them. "It was an accident. They slipped. Please. I—"

Emmeline shrieked as her brother grabbed her arm, pulling her to his chest and trapping her there with one arm, his fingers digging into her ribs as he extracted his retribution.

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Family

Characters: Frank Castle & Teen Reader/OC (she/ her pronouns)

Prompt: heyyy so I was wondering if u could do a platonic lil Drabble for The punisher/frank castle with a teen reader with #60 for the one hundred compliments maybe like where he sees her as a daughter and she sees him as a father figure-sorry if that don’t make sense

Summary: Even after all these years and all the bad things that have come to happen in Frank Castle's life, he still maintains a connection with his army buddy's orphaned daughter, a relationship that has kept both of them a little more sane while wading through the grief of loss because they're family and that's what family does.

Content Warnings: Mention of death/ loss/ grief

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Frank’s eyes slid to the clock on the wall as she slumped into the booth across from him at the diner. She was seventeen minutes late, but that was nothing new. Frank had come to expect that she would arrive anywhere between 3 to 20 minutes late no matter what.

The kid was never on time. Her parents had been the same way—to the point that it was a running joke between the two families—and Frank sometimes wondered if she held onto that trait only because she knew it was something that tied her to them, to her mother and father.

He’d offered to hold their regular meet up later in the day—a late breakfast or lunch, even—but she insisted on keeping the Sunday early morning time slot despite never arriving on time. Frank didn’t really mind. There was a certain bit of nostalgia to it, painful as that could be sometimes. Sad as that could be...

Once upon a time, their group had occupied one of the corner booths, her and Frank and their families, but with Maria and the kids gone and her parents gone, too, Frank and the girl were all that was left.

Frank had already ordered her breakfast, knowing her preferences well-enough to ask the waitress for an order of french toast with bacon and—

“Mmmm Coffee,” she nearly moaned, reaching out for the steaming mug before she even finished getting settled in the booth. Frank figured it was his bad influence that had the girl craving it with that sort of vigor—enjoying it black, only—unlike most of the kids her age who seemed to prefer the near-religious consumption of Starbucks-branded sugar and cream with a splash of coffee rather than the other way around.

Her mother would probably have killed Frank for encouraging the habit. He didn’t imagine she’d be drinking it if her parents were still alive, but there were plenty of things that fit that category. Coffee was probably the least concerning of them, but the only role models she had in her life these days—Frank and her Aunt—were both caffeine fiends, so he didn't fault the girl one bit in that regard.

“You look like shit,” she said, an eyebrow quirked as she eyed Frank over the top of her cup.

It was the truth—Frank was sporting a nasty bruise on his face that looked like it hurt, but he didn’t take the bait, scrutinizing her from across the table instead.

Frank reached out for his own coffee cup. “And you look like you never made it home last night.”

She glanced down at her outfit—a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and slides that all very clearly didn’t belong to her. Her options had been limited when she’d reluctantly pulled herself from her short slumber. Her choices had been to either force herself back into last night’s homecoming dress and heels or to raid her date’s drawers, and she hadn’t been too interested in getting back into the dress to ride the train before 6 am.

She stayed quiet as Frank sipped from his coffee.

“So uh…Vic knows about your little sleepover?” Frank asked into the quiet between them.

She shrugged, reaching for the maple syrup and drowning her french toast. Her Aunt Victoria was an ER nurse and she was working a double this weekend so she wouldn’t be home until mid-afternoon. She had texted with her throughout the dance the night before and after, sending a text that said ‘Night. I’m going to sleep xoxo.’ It technically hadn’t been a lie. She just hadn’t been going to sleep in her own bed.

She focused on cutting her food into bite sized pieces, well-aware that Frank was watching her every move, trying to figure something out about her without having to ask. He leaned back against the booth suddenly and cleared his throat.

“So are you dating this kid?”

She had a feeling Frank already knew the answer and just wanted to hear it from her mouth.

“So, uh…” she started, with no intention of confirming or denying anything. “What happened to your face, Frank?” She pointed at him with a forkful of french toast. “Looks like it hurts.”

Frank snorted as she chewed on a bite. It did hurt, but that was beside the point.

“What’s the kid’s name?”

“Who?” she asked, spearing another bite with her fork. “The guy that hit you?" She took a bite, shrugging. "I don’t know, Frank. You tell me.”

“Don’t try to be cute, kid.”

“I don’t need to try to be cute,” she answered. “It comes quite naturally.”

“Alright, enough. Just tell me your…” Frank paused for a moment, thinking. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? She’d never really expressed any sort of preference one way or another. Or at least, she hadn’t expressed it to him, and Frank knew better than to assume. “Tell me your... special friend’s name,” he said.

She resisted the urge to laugh at the term, closing her eyes to fight the smile tugging at her lips. “No,” she said before shoveling another bite in her mouth.

“So you are dating, then? There is someone special?”

“No…” she started, holding out the word, her cheeks heating as she realized he’d caught her. “I—It’s not—Why does it even matter?”

“Because you’re not supposed to be dating.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “According to who?”

Her aunt didn’t have rules about that type of thing. The woman barely had any rules at all. She kept her grades up and she stayed out of trouble, and there was very little guidance given to her outside of that. Frank tried to guide her from afar, to put in his two cents when he could, but his sphere of influence was a bit limited these days, considering most of the world thought he was dead. Their connection was somewhat confined to occasional phone calls and these semi-regular breakfasts. It wasn’t like he could enforce much from that standpoint.

“I thought your stance was no dating until sixteen?” She raised her eyebrows in question.

She didn’t just think that was his stance. She knew it because Frank and Maria had said it often enough about Lisa and Frank Jr., and her parents had been what she considered way more strict than the two of them.

Her dad had always said she could date after she had her high school diploma in hand and not a moment sooner. She’d always thought Maria and Frank seemed like cooler parents because of it…much more reasonable, not that the matter of her dating was anything more than theoretical back then. The idea of dating hadn’t even really been on her mind at the time. She had been just a kid when her parents passed away.

“I’m seventeen now, in case you’ve forgotten,” she added, though Frank couldn’t forget. He remembered her birth because she’d been born shortly before him and her dad returned from a tour. The guys had all been nearly as excited to meet the new kid as they had been to see their own families.

“Yeah, well, I owe it to your dad to at least try and honor his wishes,” Frank answered.

How many of their conversations over the last five years had been because of that, an attempt to honor her parents and their wishes? Because they weren't here to ask the questions, or enforce their rules? Because they weren't here to encourage her to be patient, to make sure she was being smart and safe and all of the things Frank imagined a parent of a teenager was meant to do?

And over the last three years, how much of what he said and did where she was involved was because Lisa and Frank Jr. weren’t here, too? For years, she’d called him Uncle Frank, thought of him just the same way she did all of her dad’s army buddies. She wasn’t technically his kid, but at the same time, she was...

“And it’s my…duty…to make sure you’re being safe.”

She choked on her coffee, struggling to keep it in her mouth as she sensed where the conversation was going.

“To make sure—”

“No,” she shook her head, heat blazing in her cheeks at the mere thought of discussing the birds and the bees with Frank. It was too early in the morning for this. “No, no, no, no, no. We are not having this conversation. Aunt Vic is a nurse and I’m not an idiot, okay? End of discussion.”

Frank snorted, his body shaking with a bit of laughter. “Glad to hear it, though that wasn’t what I meant.”

She grabbed for her coffee, just to have something to do, pulling it towards her lips though she waited to take a sip, not knowing where the conversation was going and not wanting to risk spitting coffee across the table.

“I just meant you have to be careful with who you trust,” he said. “I wouldn’t want something to happen to you, is all. For you to get hurt…"

Frank fiddled with his untouched silverware, straightening it on the placemat before meeting her eye. “They’re a good person?”

She sighed, leaning back into the cushions as she finally took the sip she’d been delaying. The waitress came to offer a refill and they both accepted, silent as she poured their coffees.

“Yes,” she allowed once the woman stepped away, her voice softening. “He’s a good person, Frank.”

Frank nodded. “Good. That’s good.” He took a sip of his coffee. “Your aunt has met this kid?”

She nodded. “We’ve already done all the awkward ‘meet the family’ stuff. Aunt Vic was a menace as I’m sure you can imagine. Dad would’ve been pleased.”

"Good." Frank smiled. “Someone’s gotta be.”

They both sipped at their coffees in silence and she watched as Frank became occupied looking out the window, tracking the movements of passersby in their surroundings.

“I wish I could introduce him to you.”

Frank turned his gaze to her, a bit surprised by the words. It wouldn’t ever happen—it couldn’t because of everything that had gone down. Technically, Frank Castle didn’t exist. Not even Vic knew that he was alive and having breakfast with her niece. "Really?"

“Of course I wish you could meet him. You’re family, Frank.” The way she said it made it sound like an obligation and seeing that fact settle on Frank’s face, she added, “I’m happy to have you as my family. Lucky.”

Frank nodded, the hint of a smile there on his face. “I'm lucky to have you too, kid.”

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"I'm bigger and older now, you're no match for me!" - Mia to Edward?!

"You know, Edward…I'm bigger and older now.” Mia considered the chess board as she spoke, not bothering to lift her gaze to look at her brother across the board. “You're really no match for me anymore.”

Edward smirked at Mia's casual tone, watching her as she studied the board. He couldn’t read her thoughts, not when she was trying so hard to keep her shield intact, but when they played chess, he almost felt as though he could. As if he could see her mind playing through the potential moves and their repercussions. It helped that he'd been the one to help teach her to play, and that they played often enough that he was familiar with her moves, familiar with her manner of thinking even if he couldn't access her actual thoughts.

“Is that so?” Edward asked, smiling as she tentatively reached for her bishop only to pull her hand back at the last minute.

Parts of what she’d said were technically true—Mia was both bigger and older now than she had been when they first taught her to play. And she had become quite a skilled player over the years, good enough by now that she and Alice were the only two who were any type of challenge for Edward. Part of it was because he couldn't read her mind, but that wasn't the only reason. She’d also developed a fairly impressive understanding of the game’s nuance, a certain style of play that kept Edward on his toes even though he had almost a century of practice on her. She had yet to win against him, but she’d come close a few times, and Edward had come to love their chess matches, a gift considering he'd become bored of the game since being changed.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, returning to the bishop she’d been considering just before and sliding it across the board. “None of you are much a match, actually.”

Edward tried not to smile at the opening she’d left, appearing to consider the board even though he'd already chosen his next move. “That’s quite a bold statement for someone who’s currently losing and has never actually won a match against me,” he answered as he shifted his queen across the board, allowing him to take her queen and trap her king. “That's a check, by the way.”

Mia sighed as she looked at the board, looking there for a moment before meeting her brother's silly, triumphant gaze. She held it as she reached over the board, finding her rook and shifting it just a single space, into a spot with a clear, unbeatable pathway to Edward's king. “And that is checkmate,” Mia offered, holding her hand out across the table for him to shake.

"Good game."

Edward shook her hand in somewhat of a daze, quiet as he quickly assessed the board and his mistakes, trying to determine how Mia had accomplished it without him seeing it coming. He snorted a moment later when he finally found it.

“Genius,” he muttered, the word barely decipherable to Mia though Jasper and Alice had clearly heard it from across the house, both of them appearing suddenly at their side to look at the game board.

“What?” Mia asked.

Edward exhaled, shifting his gaze from the board to his sister. “I said you’re a genius. Good game, Mia.”

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