#sir this is a courthouse

[raspberryzingaaa]

*on the phone with my dad*

Me: I don't care about Batman so much as I care about Batman's kids.

Dad, genuinely: Batman has kids??

Me: yeah?????? Robins 1-4, plus a girl named Cass, officially.

Dad: wait, there is more than one robin??

Me: Yeah????????????

#sir how do you not know this?? #HE HAS WATCHED DC CONTENT WITH US #HE WATCHED YJ S2 I KNOW TBIS FOR CERTAIN #sir i know you count adoption. i was at the courthouse when you gained a second son #he was like wait is this all in the comics? and they are all canon? not redos? #im like. yeah pretty much more or less #nia post #and thats not even counting niches like carrie or terry #ALSO DUDE I KNOW YOU WATCHED THAT TEEN TITANS GO EPISODE W MULTIPLE ROBINS #dcu #batfam

[findusinaweek]

the Mountain Goats - ‘No Children’ (Jazz version from Jordan Lake Sessions)

#youtube #'this is a song that people play in their cars outside the courthouse after they get their walking papers' #Sir I am in my bedroom before court about a restraining order. Is that close enough? #never thought I'd do court over fucking microsoft teams. fucking hell. Jazz me up baby.

[tortoisespinningoutofcontrol]

But your honour he triple dog dared me

#courthouse #sir he triple dog dared me to light those fireworks

[tarjapearce]

Mi Dulce Cereza (Pt.5)

Ranchero! Miguel O'Hara x F!reader

WARNINGS: pure fluff undercut.

Summary: Miguel shows you another part of your future world together.

Inspo by @choppednerdtriumph ❤️❤️

Intro:

Minutes kept ticking, and the road just stretched more and more before you. For how long had he been driving? Maybe two hours, you weren't sure. All you cared was that you were free.

Free of the leash your parents had conditioned you, free of the deceiving and pretense games, free of your mom, free to make your own desicions. Free.

The initial smile on Miguel’s face had disappeared after an hour of driving, he took a detour to the next town. Trees and dry land were the only scenarios that you had seen so far, then another one joined.

If your town was small, this was even smaller. A few states here and there, some dinners around, a little drugstore, gas station and of course a couple of hotels and a white, one floor building; the words 'Canew Valley Courthouse' engraved in the banner. Miguel parked before it, and then rushed to open your door.

"C'mon."

He kissed it and helped you out from the car, a red Ford F-150 that needed another layer of sanding and painting. He guided you into the building, hand in hand.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" He tipped his hat at the lady as he greeted with a polite smile.

"May I help you, sir?"

"Yes. Are the magistrates still on duty?"

"Of course, you'd have to wait a couple of minutes if your intention is to be wed. They are officiating one in this moment."

"It's fine. Thank you very much, dear." You smiled and followed Miguel. You both sat outside the main office. He sighed deeply and looked at you.

"Cerecita?"

"Yes, Miguel?"

"You scared?"

"A bit, yeah." Nodding, you rested your head on his bicep. Toned but the perfect pillow for you.

"But it's fine. To feel afraid, I mean. We're eloping" a chuckled escaped your lips.

"I know you probably pictured a big wedding with a shit ton of people. You will have it. Promise, just -"

"Miguel."

You sat properly and cupped his cheek

"Darling, you don't have to worry about that. They'd probably just assist to see what they could criticize and they'd be probably people that I wouldn't even know. By this time I'm pretty sure the news are spreading through town."  Your hand entwined with his

"This is the realest thing I can have of getting married."

"It will be better, I promise"

"It's alright. As long as you don't get the cold feet?"

His head shook with a loving smile.

"Jamás." (Never)

You understood better than you actually talked spanish. If it wasn't for your mother raising you mostly in english, you would've be able to comunicate with him perfectly.

After a good half hour, the door was open and another young couple left the main office, their laughs and giggles made your stomach bubble. Golden band around each finger and a paper folder in a hand. You both were instructed to enter and give your respective ID documents and your witness.

"Witness?"

"Yeah, you need at least two of them to get married." The judge had explained to you.

"Anyone?" Miguel asked

"Sure."

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks getting warmer as he asked the front desk lady and another assistant to act like your witnesses. Then you filled in the paperwork.

Do you take this woman as your lawful wife?

"I do" His eyes gazed lovingly at you as his hand held you with utmost care.

Do you take this man as your lawful husband?

"I do" You smiled, he beamed.

Mrs. O'Hara. You were now a married woman. A legally married woman.

The judge gave you the certificate and as soon as you both left the office, he swooped you off your feet and kissed you deeply as you giggled.

"Mrs. O'Hara." He'd squeeze you after thanking the front desk lady.

"Yes, Mr. O'Hara?"

"You're mine now. Mi esposa." (My wife)

"All yours."

"Are you feeling good?"

"A bit nervous, and hungry."

"Let's get you some food."

-----

He spoiled you with a little feast at the local dinner, Good old brunch, a tall glass of orange juice and of course a bit of cherry pie. He stared as you ate with contempt. As sun was hiding behind purple and peach skies, you were back on the road again before getting you some suplies like tissues and a little travel pillow for your neck.

The destination seemed another hour to go. If it wasn't for him stopping at every 30 minute mark for you to puke on the road, you'd have surely arrived alot earlier. You were deep asleep when the car stopped.

"Cerecita" Miguel stirred you gently, you curled into his touch, "Mi amor, wake up"

"Hm?"

"We're here."

The truck lighted up to reveal a creaky and rusted yet still sturdy pair of metal doors, that opened after he honked the truck a couple of times. Pebbled road crunched underneath the truck's tires as he drove further into the property. You barely could see past the dense foliage and some construction supplies perched up in different spaces.

You removed the collar pillow with a yawn and tucked the blanket around you. Air quality was pure, a stark contrast from your old home. The air felt stuffy, heavy and sometimes even dusty. But here, in Miguel's property, it was different. Air was pure, with  distinctive tints of pinewood and fruity trees, along some earthy undertones.

Your nausea had stopped. Your eyes wandered at the place, a white two story colonial styled home. Rounded archs as collumns, of course more construction supplies laying in a corner, a hammoc in the left, only the lower floor was lit up. An elder woman, probably in her early fifties, chubby, energetic, with a sharp look, dressed in a long skirt and cotton shirt, a loose braided bun adorned her round yet gentle face came into view.

Her eyes lit up with a motherly kind of joy upon watching him approach the entrance. Her colorful poncho draped around her chest.

"Mijo!" Miguel squeezed her in a tight hug, then gave her a loving smooch on her weathered cheeks.

"¡Por Dios, por fín regresas!" (My goodness you've finally returned!)

There was a warm feeling spreading through your chest as you watched their interaction.

"I know, I know. Took longer than I should've. But...-"

"Ay si si, luego me explicas. Where is she?" (Yeah, yeah, tell me about it later)

You stepped into view and she smacked his chest.

"Ah canijo, no que no te gustaban las citadinas?" (You Imp, though you'd said you didn't like city girls.)

Miguel chuckled and helped you closer to her.

"Cerecita, mi amor, she's Victoria Huerta. My mom."

"Uy, mi amor. Hear yourself"

"Ya pues!" (Enough)

Victoria giggled and patted his shoulder, then cupped your cheeks and smiled at you as Miguel crossed his arms.

"Si es que está chulísima!" (She's so gorgeous!)

Your smile stretched nervously at her words.

"He's always had a thing for girls with Ya know" Her hands mimicking curves and you giggled. Your name rolled of your tongue

"Nice to meet you, Victoria"

"My pleasure to meet the woman that finally tamed this cabrón." She gave a gentle pull at Miguel's ears, "At your service, querida. How far are you?"

You blinked and stared at Miguel, which smile widened at the warm welcome Victoria gave you.

"U-uh, I'm seven weeks"

"Brough this man and his brother to the world. Can't believe I'm gonna bring yours now. I've got you, cariño"

"Thank you, Mrs. Huerta"

"Don't be so polite Mija, call me Vicky. Are you hungry?"

"Not really-"

"None of that. I'll get you some hot cocoa. Probably puked in the way here didn't you?"

You nodded with a bashful smile

"You need something to sit your stomach. I'll go prepare it, I'll tell the boys to help you out with the lugage."

"Thank you, Vicky"

She had left and Miguel cradled you in his arms.

"She's so loving."

"Nosy and annoying too" He chuckled fondly, "Raised me when things got difficult. I owe her so much." His hands took yours as he lead you inside.

The lower floor seemed done, new tiles that extended in colorful yet intricate patterns, unlike your once plain white titled floors. The doors shone in fresh lacquer, the livingroom had a furniture set and a large tv in the middle, at this point the construction materials seemed a staple.

You sat on the couch and Miguel followed, two young men greeted him and he gave them instructions to get your lugage to the main bedroom.

-----

Clock ticked 10 pm, and you yawned. At this time you'd be tucked in your large bed, duvet draped over your body, not worrying about a thing.

It wasn't that different from what you were experiencing, You wondered about your parents, what they'd be doing, what would they be saying. Nothing good probably. None of that mattered when you had changed into one of his shirts since you couldn't remember the suitcase you had stored your pajamas in.

He slipped into bed next to you. Hands immediately hoarding you in his arms. The cup of hot cocoa Vicky prepared you made wonders in your stomach, her stories about Miguel being a serious yet goofy kid had only helped to soothe your tense nerves.

"Hey"

You smiled and kissed him

"Hey."

"Feeling good?" He nuzzled your neck

"Better with you here."

"Still scared?"

"No. Just thinking"

"About me, I hope"

You chuckled and ran a hand through his  hair

"Always. Yeah."

"Good. That's good."

He put a hand on your lower belly and rested his head on your chest. Heart giving steady and deep beats.

"Promise It'll look better."

"Hm?"

"The place. I know it's not like what you're used to-"

"Miguel."

His hands tensed on your hip.

"Look at me, Miguel"

His eyes gazed yours, soft hands reached for his stubbly cheeks.

"It's perfect. It's yours."

"Ours" He corrected and your head gave a gentle shake.

"It's yours. You've earned it on your own. I can't just... barge in and take credit for something I haven't helped in."

"Its ours." He insisted and you squeezed him.

"Te prometo que... te haré feliz." (I promise you that I'll make you happy)

"What makes you think I'm not?"

Warm eyes stared at him, conveying something only he knew. Love and understanding.

"You're such a wonderful man, I've got you for myself entirely, None is gonna bother us for loving eachother. None will talk ill about our child."

His face frowned a little, ruining his lovesick expression.

"None will ever make you feel like you're less, cause, you're everything I could ask for."

His heart leaped and he squeezed you, earning him a squeal.

"I was supposed to say that."

He kissed your forehead and cradled you closer, relishing your heat and warmth.

"Too bad."

"Still, I wanna give you everything."

"I just want you." You mumbled sleepily.

"Wait..."

"Hm?"

His body separated from yours to search something in his drawer. You sat down on the bed with a lazy smile.

"What is it?"

"Give me your hand. Forgot something important"

Your hand stretched towards him and he placed a ring on your finger.

"Perfect fit." He smiled and your eyes went wide.

"Thought I had forgotten about it?"

"I wasn't thinking in the rings if I'm honest"

You picked the other one from his palm and slid it through his finger

"There."

His hand brought yours and nodded, looking at both rings in each finger.

"Me gusta. Me gusta cómo se ven" (I like it. I like how they look.)

"I love your hands" He cupped your face with them and you kissed his palm.

"I love you. Whole."

Your heart swelled in contempt.

"I love you too."

----

You woke up alone, with another colorful duvet ontop on you. Morning sickness seemed to take a break from tormenting you, and allowed you to rest properly for once. The cold metallic band around your finger made your lips curve. The pillow smelled like him, your hands pulled it closer to sink your face in it.

A little of fabric softener mixed with his natural musk. It was nerve soothing, lulling you back to sleep.

The door was knocked around 11, Vicky's voice called in before entering.

"Mija? You ok?"

You stirred awake in the bed and smiled at her.

"Sorry, I overslept"

"Nada de eso. You're pregnant. It's good. Seems you needed it." (None of that.)

"I wanted to make some breakfast for Miguel, but I was so tired"

"He's working on the barn."

You rolled your eyes at the piece of info.

"The day that man isn't working in the farm or stables I'll know something is wrong."

"He told me about your family"

"Ah... them. Yeah."

"Sorry to be nosy or seeming so. He just tells me everything."

"He told me about you too."

"Good things I hope"

Her lips turned into a smirk, you just followed.

"C'mon. I'll make you something to eat. Then I can show you around."

"Thank you, Vicky"

-----

The Brunch was delicious, full and of course it had stopped briefly your nauseas. With Victoria's knowledge in babies, she was feeding you things that would do little to upset your stomach.

Once you were fed and ready, Victoria took you to the barns, to see Miguel.

The property seemed to be under massive renovations, since the barn still needed the roof and the doors were missing. Miguel was installing one of the doors when you arrived.

"Morning" Your voice stopped his doings,  he embraced you with care.

"Buenos días, Cerecita. Slept well?"

Nodding you kissed him and Vicky just patted his lower back.

"I'm showing her around."

"Good."

"See you later then"

He just kissed you and went back to work. Vicky walked alongside with you. She took you to another part of the estate. Pebbles extended in every path you walked, crunching under your shoes.

"I apologize for the mess, the workforce is in vacations and will return within two weeks."

"It's fine. Really. He also apologized for it. There is no need. These places take their time."

"When he first told me that he would work for someone else, it got me concerned. He isn't one for... y'know such things. His temper is short"

"It's odd to hear that when he has been nothing but loving and sweet with me"

"That's cause he loves you and you're his wife, Mija."

You giggled.

"When he first came to my parent's estate, he was quiet, always hardworking even tamed a horse my dad was about to sacrifice."

"Agustín?"

You nodded and sighed.

"I told my dad that I would return for the horses later, but that can wait."

"Do you think it's a good idea to go back?"

"I know it's risky, but can't leave the horses in there, knowing something could happen to them."

"Sounds difficult"

"Yeah. If not? Then, I'll come up with something."

Victoria took you through the places. The barn was smaller, but it was the most complete area so far, then, she took you to a parcel, ready to be used for growing things. Victoria had explained that Miguel initially was going to use it for an extension of the stables, but quickly changed his mind when you had told him that you'd love to have your own orchard.

"So this is for you. Not ready yet, but it's yours." Vicky held you by your shoulders with a kind smile on her face.

"I could work in this in the mean time."

"He'd probably say no and want you to. rest, but its good to keep yourself active, makes the birth a bit less painful"

"Say no more then."

Vicky and you spent a good time chatting as you visited the places. To your surprise, there were a few fruit trees. Apples, oranges, mango, lemon and guava trees. A couple of bushes of wild roses here and there, and some other wild flowers. Land was fertile enough for life to be sustainable enough

Miguel owed a little cattle. A couple of cows, goats and sheep, two young horses, Lalo and Lyla. A coup of chickens and a bull named Tito who was in charge of work the land.

It was small, but it was his. And they all seemed healthy. His heart was put in it and it showed. All those six months he spent working at your parent's state had granted him enough money to start renovating his own place. A gift from his late father.

It would take time, but certainly the place had potential.

Vicky had explained that once the upper floor was done, You'd move upstairs.

You helped her with lunch. It made sense for her to be the only one helping out with the domestic things so far, but that didn't stop her for doing other things. She was a farm woman at heart as well.

"You think he learned all that with the horses by himself? No, no. Yo le enseñé. Miguel le tenía pánico a los caballos." (I taught him, he was terrified of the horses)

You laughed and plated he food.

"And look at him now, a horse whisperer"

You snorted as Miguel and the helpers rounded up.

"Food's done." You gave big portions to each, as they all sat on the same table as you were. Your mother surely would have a heart attack if you ever got to mingle with the servants. But sitting together, like a big family made you feel homey. Welcomed even.

"I'll start working on the orchard tomorrow." You announced while taking a sip of your lemonade.

"You need to rest up. Leave that to me"

"No, I wanna help."

"Cerecita..."

"You said it was our home. So, I will help too."

"Es igualita a ti de terca." (She's just as stubborn as you are.)

The workers gave respectful but silent laughs. Paco and Joseph were their names.

"Besides, Vicky said that it's good to keep oneself active during pregnancy. So, yeah. I'll fill it up with many things."

He took your hand and kissed it with a little smile.

"As you wish, mi amor."

----

The evening came and Miguel took a bath, then joined in your shared room. You were folding and organizing your working clothes in a little space left in the closet. The fancy and pompous sort of things remained in the bigger luggage bags.

"I was thinking"

"In me, I hope" He chuckled as you used his words.

"Always, yeah" He plopped on the bed and watched you.

"Maybe we can have our wedding once the estate is finished."

"Oh?" You sat on the bed and laid your head on his lap. Larger hands immediately going through your hair with soft caresses.

"I mean, we're already married."

"I know, but want it to make it right. I wanna see you in a white dress, all beautiful."

"Can I see you in a Charro outfit?" Your giggles only echoed a bit louder as he placed a hand on your tummy, rubbing in circles.

"You'll have me in a Charro outfit."

"Will have to make a custom dress though, the belly will be big enough by then. Or who knows, the baby might be born by then."

"You want a boy or a girl?"

"I don't know really. It doesn't matter. I'll love my child the same. You?"

"A girl"

"How would you name her?"

"Gabriela."

"That's a cute name, yeah. And if it's a boy?"

"Miguel Jr."

You giggled and pulled him down for a kiss.

"Joking. I don't know. Haven't thought about it if it's a boy."

"What if they're twins?"

"Double prize? I mean, that wouldn't stop me from trying in giving you a third one"

"Miguel!"

He cradled you in his arms and his his face in your neck. A place that seemed to bring him comfort. Your hands caressed his hair, soothing and gentle as you straddled him. There was no words that needed to be said at the moment, so you just sat there, basking in each other's company and loving embrace, until Vicky called you both for supper. Once, twice and the third time she knocked on your door.

"Ya sé que más embarazada no la puedes dejar, pero déjala que coma siquiera, Miguel!" (I know you can't get her any more pregnant, but at least let her eat!)

Vicky's words only made your cheeks burn and Miguel grumble.

"Ya vamos!" (Coming!)

"My god."

"Better get used to that"

He kissed your forehead and soon both joined Victoria and the helpers. Life was just starting to take shape for you, and of course, you couldn't be more grateful and happy.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel x reader #Miguel Ranchero 🐎 #t writes✨ #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #Spotify #Mi Dulce Cereza #La novela

[smallestapplin]

Forgotten kiss

I got dragged into this fandom, so have this

Gn!reader and fluff

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Married life is bliss, Neuvillette couldn’t have asked for a better spouse. Courting you filled his days and nights with such bliss, that his love for you only grew deeper. Every morning he wakes up to your sleeping face, and can’t stop himself from falling in love all over again.

Leaving for work has become such a chore now, as he wishes to spend every moment with you. Waking you up with such sweet and slow kisses being lavished across your face, or to him fighting tooth and nail to get up when you’re laying so cozily against him.

You try to get up with him, just to pack him a lunch while he gets ready.

It helped immensely as now he needs his goodbye kiss before he leaves. He will stand at the door waiting for his kiss because his days are long and he always misses you.

You get a good chuckle out of it, as you can hear a low purr rumbling in his chest when you do.

Today was different, however.

You two had gone to bed late last night, After the date you two went on it seems the fun never wanted to stop.

He still loves even after all the time being wedded to you, not a day or date night goes by that he doesn’t feel like a love-struck fool with you.

This is why you were a little shocked to wake up before him, usually, he’s the first one awake. You don’t think much of it, just easily sliding out of his arms and making your way into the kitchen to make him a quick lunch before waking him.

It wasn’t that far passed his routine time when he woke up.

The stoic man pats the spot next to him, almost pouting when you’re not there.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he glances at the clock on his nightstand

8:56 am

He shoots up out of bed, legs getting twisted in the sheets before he takes off, rushing to his clothes on. He’s quick to brush his teeth and put on some deodorant, as he scrambles to put on the remainder of his clothes.

You can hear the chaos from the kitchen.

“Neuvi?”

You don’t get a reply, only getting to watch him speed out of the bedroom, long white hair whipping behind him as he goes for his briefcase and shoes.

“Neuvillette, wait!”

“I’m sorry treasure, I overslept! I’m going to be late!”

“But your-“

“I love you!”

The door is swiftly shut as he books it to the courthouse.

You stand there, shocked he managed to get out of the house in less than ten minutes.

You shake your head with a soft laugh.

Neuvillette makes it with barely three minutes to spare. He slows his steps, trying to even out his breathing as he makes his way to his office.

Only to pause in his stride.

“Sir?”

The receptionist’s voice broke him from his thoughts.

They are shocked to look out the window and see it raining when it has been such a lovely morning!

“I forgot my goodbye kiss.”

The receptionist almost wants to laugh.

#genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin neuvillette #neuvilette x reader #genshin neuvillette x reader #genshin fluff #I’m down bad I’m so sorry

[donald-trump-official]

*on flight to DC courthouse*

Trump: how about $500,000

Pilot: sir, I’ve already told you. We do not have enough gas to make it to Russia

#trump speaks again #satire #donald trump #parody

[freetheshit-outofyou]

I don't remember where I got this but it's just as true as it was then. "So there you are sitting on your front porch with a cold longneck when the local PD rolls up in your yard. Then another parks out by the street. Three officers approach you on your front porch and inform you that there has been a report you are drinking.

“Well, sure I am!” you say, “It’s Friday night and I plan to have another.”

“We need your car keys sir,” the young officer says. “What for?” you inquire.

His reply shocks you…“We have to take your car to keep you from hurting someone!”

“How am I going to hurt someone sitting on my porch with a beer?”

“Well your neighbor says you were threatening a trip to the beach this weekend and you’ve been accused of drinking, so we have to take your car!”

“But I’m not driving now!”

“Sir, it remains that you have threatened to drive and you are drinking, so we must take possession of your vehicle. You may come to the courthouse Monday for a hearing to determine when, and if, you may get your car back.”

This is the same as a red flag gun (ERPO) law!

Having your property (no matter what it is) seized because someone says you “MIGHT POSSIBLY do something” is a violation of the 4th amendment!

There is NO due process!

There is NO facing your accuser!

You’re gonna miss those freedoms when they’re gone!

Fight for them before they are!"

#red flag laws #its all unconstitutional

[ohbo-ohno]

soap comforting you as ghost punishes you for (yet another) escape attempt, holding your face in his hands, giving you soft kisses and telling you how it's gonna be ok, he had to learn the hard way too, but simon's just doing what's best, he always knows whats best, and if you just stick with it like johnny did and keep taking it like a good girl you can be just as happy as johnny is, as simon beats your ass raw with a heavy leather belt.

ok i had to sit on this one for a few hours because oh my fucking god. oh my fucking GOD. this is so hot. idk who you are but we are getting married and i expect to see you at the courthouse tomorrow morning so dont be late.

im having heart palpitations over this. all the same cw for the fic (plus punishment spanking with a belt) below the cut.

You're shaking, chest heaving and knees weak as Johnny drags you behind him. You try to beg, to plead for him to let you go and to make him understand but he refuses, just scowls and growls out, "Stop throwin' a hissy fit. You shouldnta ran, you knew that. What happens now is all yer own fault."

He takes you into the bedroom, tugs you forward and shoves you onto the bed, then gets in behind you and hugs you tightly to him. He's unwilling to let you go as he worms his way into the position he wants, wiggling with just his legs to help until he's propped up on the headboard with you between his thighs. He doesn't move to comfort you or soothe your cries, just listens as you whine and sob.

Eventually Simon comes in, looking angry. You thought you had seen him mad before but now... this is another level. It's something you had spotted in Johnny when he first found you, the primal rage clear in his eyes, but it rides Simon's entire body. If you hadn't known you'd fucked up already, Simon's form would've told you.

He's literally shaking in rage. His hands are balled into fists, but there's a little tremor there.

His strides to the bed are quick, and he's got your neck in a tight grip before you realize he's on his way. He yanks you forward, nearly out of Johnny's arms, and growls right in your face. "Back where you fucking belong, huh pet?"

You can only shiver, too spooked to answer. He scoffs, shoves you away and leans back on his heels. "You did good, Johnny. You'll get your reward later, yeah?"

Johnny's still tense, every line of him beneath you hard and rigid. "Yes, sir."

Simon stares you down for a moment, then blows out a harsh breath through his noise and reaches down to begin unbuckling his belt. "Flip her over, Johnny. Want you to hold her still for her punishment."

Johnny's moving to follow his orders before they're even finished, flipping you with ease and pressing down on your lower back to keep you pinned.

"Hng-!" you grunt, trying to push up and away from sheer panic, but Johnny's not having it. He lands a powerful blow on your ass, shocking you into staying still long enough for him to grab your chin and yank up so you're looking at him.

"Gotta take your punishment, baby," he murmurs, eyes softening just the slightest bit at your panic-stricken face. "It'll all be over once you take it, yeah? We'll forgive you after."

"Johnny," you whine, hands coming up to scrabble at his chest as you feel the bed shift to one side. He makes a little tsk sound, grabs both your wrists and forces them to the small of your back, holding them there with one hand and stroking your cheek with the other.

"Hush, now.. No more talkin' til Simon says."

There's another harsh blow to you ass, this one stronger and from Simon. You can't stifle your yelp at the immediate ache. "Tell me why you're in trouble."

You can only sniffle, trying to yank your chin away from Johnny to bury your face in his chest. He doesn't let you.

Another smack. "C'mon, girl. Tell me why you're in trouble. You don't want to make me ask again."

You jolt a little at that, slightly reinvigorated in your squirming until Johnny's hold tightens to an almost painful point. You finally try to gasp out an answer. "I-I left, I wasn-wasn't supposed to leave."

There's a snarl from behind you, another smack. "You ran away. Good girls don't fucking do that. Anythin' coulda happened out there, coulda fuckin' died without us there. That what you want?" smack "Huh? Answer me, you rather die than be with us, pet?"

"No!" you sob, hips wriggling. "No, no! 'm sorry!" You're nearly wailing, the anticipation for your punishment driving you insane. You can't hold back the sobs.

"Calm down," Simon grunts, a heavy hand coming to push between your shoulder blades. "Panic'll only put the punishment off. Let's just get this over with, yeah sweetheart?"

You whine in reply, blinking a little to clear your vision and staring deep into Johnny's eyes. There's a stillness in the room for a moment, it feels like time completely stops as they give you a second to come back to yourself.

"Count them," Simon commands after you breathe evenly a few times. Your eyes furrow just a bit, Johnny's lips quirking up, and you hear a loud sound of something swinging through the air before your backside erupts in pain.

You practically scream, attempting to shoot away from Johnny. He's ready for you, muscling you back into place on top of him. He locks his ankles on top of yours, holds your legs down so you have no leverage.

There's another blow landed before you've fully realized what's happening. You let out a high shout again, eyes squeezed shut in pain as you're forced to just lay still and take it.

"Count, lass," Johnny murmurs, free hand stroking over your head far too softly considering how roughly he holds the rest of you.

Another blow, another shout, and in the short space between another you call out "Th-three! Three!"

There's a grunt from behind you, a hand stroking over one of your cheeks that has you yelping and trying to jerk away despite it's softness. "No. Start over."

Another blow. You wail in pain, sucking in just enough air to shout, "One!"

"Good. Again."

Another blow. They feel endless, you shouting and crying out in pain until it feels like your throat is bleeding, interspersed with what feel like empty comforts from Johnny.

"You're alright, lass, you can take it."

"F-four!"

"I know, I know it hurts, bonnie. You'll be alright, you're taking it so well."

"A-ah!"

"What number?"

"Five! Five, please, stop I can't-!"

"Simon's takin' real good care of you, baby. Just gotta teach you a lesson, yeah? Teach you what you did wrong."

"Six!"

"It's scary, isn't it? It's ok, you can handle it. Be a good girl for us now."

"S... seven, oh god-"

"Hush, you just have to let it happen. It gets better, you'll see. Simon'll show you."

"Eight... eight, please, I can't take it... I can't..."

"You can. I did it too, lass. It's hard, I know, but it's good. It feels so good once it makes sense."

"Ni...nine..."

"Just gotta go through it - no way past but through, yeah? You're being so good, baby, takin' your punishment so good."

"Ten..."

You hear something fall to the ground behind you and Johnny's hands release your wrists, reaching up to your arms so he can pull you up and tuck you beneath his chin, shushing you as you sob.

"There you go, love, you did it. Hush, now, it's ok, it's ok. You took it so well, such a strong girl for us."

"Johnny," Simon rumbles from behind you, and without further instruction he turns you a little away from his body, forces your head towards Simon. "Tell me why you were punished, sweetheart."

You can't make anything more than a noise of pain, the ache in your ass feeling like it's sunk to your very bones. Johnny makes a soothing noise in his chest, pets a hand through your hair.

"I..." you gasp a little, hiccupping. "I ran away. I'm not supposed to.. not supposed to run away."

"That's right," Simon cooed, all hostility and anger just gone from his voice. He reached for you and you couldn't help but flinch away, desperate to hide back in Johnny's neck. "No, don't hide from me, love. You took your punishment. It's over now, I'm not angry anymore."

You shake your head a little, unable to believe what he's saying. You're still locked in a haze of adrenaline, limbs shaking as they wait for more pain. There's a sigh from next to you, then strong arms wrapping around both you and Johnny. You can't hold back your little yelp, arms curling more tightly where they're wrapped around Johnny's neck.

Both of you are pulled to Simon's chest, his hand stroking from your head all the way down your back. His hand passes over your ass each stroke, and as time passes you flinch a little less each time. Your breathing is still unsteady, little whines creeping out of your throat every few gasps, but your heartrate slows and you relax little by little as there's no more pain.

"There, that's a good girl," Simon hums above you, hand not pausing it's trek down your spine. "You took my belt so well, did so good for me. Not gonna run away again, are ya?"

You shake your head with all the energy left in you, whining "No," in fear he hadn't understood your movement.

"That's right. Cause if you do, it'll be thirty with the belt."

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Cause of Action 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

As you near the concrete steps of the brick front building, a pair of officers emerge from behind the heavy doors. You wait at the bottom as you watch them descend, curious as to their unexpected appearance. Your eyes flick up the small metal placard beside the entrance; ‘Barber & Associates’. 

You suppose it wasn’t very unlikely to find the police there on a given day, however you didn’t think this office handled criminal cases. At least it didn’t seem like it when you filled out your application. You don’t put much thought into it, you’re an intern. You’re there for the summer to get some cred on your resume.

You’re completely unnoticed as the cops cross the pavement to their cruiser. You hop up the steps, careful not to trip on your heels. You’re not the best on stilts but you wanted to seem professional.

There is no elevator and so you're forced up the winding staircase. You’re out of breath as you reach the top and you stop to collect yourself. You dab away some sweat with the back of your hand and blow out your nerves.

You approach the door propped open along the hallway and peek inside. There are three desk but only two with occupants. You wonder if the empty one is yours. You try not to be presumptuous as you meekly step into the doorframe.

“Um, hi,” you say in the crisp silence, “um, I’m looking for Andrew Barber.”

“Ah, the intern,” the woman mutters and tosses a look at her coworker.

The man lifts the receiver of his phone and hits a button. You wait awkwardly at the threshold. He speaks into the phone, “sir, your intern has arrived.” He hangs up and doesn’t say a word to you. 

You fidget awkwardly and look at the woman as she looks ready to fall asleep on her keyboard. Well, this a very welcoming place. You inch inside, not too far, as you fear you might be reprimanded for intruding.

A door opens and you look over as another man appears. He wears a dark blue suit, tugging at his cuffs as his eyes meet yours. He gives a friendly smile and offers a hand as he crosses towards you.

“You must be…” he says your name.

“Mr. Barber,” you shake his hand. His grip is strong, his skin slightly rough, a warmth radiating from him.

“Nice to have you. Welcome to the office,” he says, “I’m sure you’ve met our law clerks; Marnie and Taylor,” he gestures towards the figures sat at the cubicles. They look over but say nothing. “Sorry about them, police dropped in and it makes the place a little tense. The other partners are at the courthouse so I’ll have to introduce you tomorrow.”

“Ah, okay,” you fold your hands together, “um, thanks. I’m excited to get started.”

“First, the tour,” he says gaily, “this is the office,” he looks around with a grin, “you can claim that desk. Recently vacated. Conveniently, actually.”

“Right,” you go forward and put your bag on top of the barren desk.

“And if you follow me, I’ll show you the kitchen, or break room, what have you.”

“Sure,” you turn back and follow him around the cramped space, “bathroom,” he points to a door as he passes, “and in here, we have a full set-up. Fridge, microwave, toaster oven, coffee maker… do you like hazelnut coffee?”

“Uh, hazelnut?” You sputter in surprise.

“Yeah, I have a few extra pods if you’re interested.”

“Oh, thank you, but uh, no, I’m not a hazelnut person.”

“Really,” he puts his hand on his hip, “hm. I didn’t realise it was such an acquired taste.”

“Is it?” You chuckle nervously.

“Anyway,” he drops his hand and flutters his fingers behind you, “I’ll take you through all the first day paperwork and then you can get settled in.”

“Alright,” you agree and back out of the kitchen, waiting for him to pass before following him. “Can I ask… I guess it’s none of my business, never mind.”

He leads you into his office, standing with his door on the handle as he waits for you to enter, “wondering about the police?”

“A little,” you admit as you scratch your neck.

“They’re asking around. Up and down the block it seems,” he shuts the door and points to the empty chair in front of the desk, “guess someone went missing.”

He goes around and sits in the leather chair, rolling it forward as he picks up a pen.

“Really?” Your brows rise in shock, “oh, that’s horrible.”

“Well, you know, I’ve dealt with a few missing persons cases when I worked for the attorney’s office. Typically if the person isn’t found within the first day, they aren’t… alive,” he hesitates. “Not to be cynical, it’s just the way it is.”

His face drops as he spins the pen between his fingers. He looks suddenly drawn and sniffs, scratching his beard as he leans his elbow against the armrest. He is younger than you expected but still much older than you. His hair is thick and combed neatly, his suit pressed and well-kept, a silver clip on his tie. He is entirely put together.

“It’s sad,” you agree grimly.

“Apparently it was a young woman, much like yourself,” he continues, “so maybe you should be careful. If you want, I can walk you to your car. Or the bus stop.”

“Oh, that’s so nice,” you smile, “I think it’s fine.”

“Can never be too safe,” he points the pen at you, “anyway, the sooner we start, the sooner we’re done.”

He shuffles through some papers on his desk as you sit patiently, squirming as a rolling chill rises up your spine. You think about the faceless girl, the police coming down the steps, the matter-of-fact way Mr. Barber spoke about it. It all seems so…apathetic.

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a nice day to start again

eddie munson x plus size!reader

summary: a little rain isn't going to stop your special day

a/n: super short drabble ft. wayne the best duncle (dad uncle) ever, suggested rockstar!eddie au at the end, cw: eddie & reader have pos dads but they have each other so fuck em, <800 words

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On a Friday afternoon in June, you and Eddie stood by the living room window of his trailer and watched as the skies opened up.

"Did neither of you knuckleheads check the weather?"

Wayne didn't look up from his newspaper, oddly scanning the sports page while Eddie nervously wrung his hands.

"Well, y'see...uh-"

"No, I guess we didn't," you nervously chuckled. You took one of Eddie's hands so he'd stop picking at his fingernails. "But that's okay. We'll only be in and out of the courthouse anyway."

A gentle squeeze to Eddie's hand and a smile softens the worry on his face. All you have to do is drive to the courthouse, do the dang thing, and drive to Steve's for the after party he's throwing with all your friends. Easy peasy. What's a little rain?

The sound of rustling paper and the squeaking groan of Wayne's chair pulls you from your thoughts.

"Grab the umbrella," Wayne grumbles. "The big one. I'm driving."

"Wayne you don't need to," Eddie waves his hands as Wayne pulls on his coat over his dress shirt and tie.

"If y'all want to do this, I am. Not sittin' in the back of that death trap again, Ed." Wayne grabs his keys and quirks a brow at his boy. "You still wanna do this, yeah? Not gonna let a little rain stop you?"

"Hell no," you grin, softening Wayne's gruff expression. Your eyes water, Wayne looks at you with all the fondness of a father you've never had.

"No, sir," Eddie gulps.

"That's what I thought."

He claps Eddie on the shoulder and Eddie rushes off to grab the umbrella.

You hold your dress up and out of the mud as you race with Eddie to Wayne's truck. His borrowed boots are heavy on your feet but it's better than heels.

"Your friends meeting you there?" Wayne eyes the lack of space in the small cab, already too small for the three of you.

"No, they were fighting too much over who got to go and the county clerk told us only two witnesses allowed."

"Ah. So it's, uh, it's just me then?"

"Unfortunately, yes," you tease and pat Wayne's arm.

The poor old man grumbles to himself about punk ass kids while trying to choke back the emotion clogging his throat. You squeeze Eddie's hand in his lap.

"Ready, big guy?" You lean into Eddie's side, resting your head on his shoulder. His thumb rubs across the back of your hand as rain patters against the windows.

Eddie just nods, squeezing your hand tighter for a moment.

"I'll be fine," he relents after a moment of silence. "Just nervous, y'know?" He's quiet, whispering against your hair. "Wanna do right by you. Not like..."

"I know," you bring Eddie's hand to your lips. "Trust me I know. And you will. You already have, every day. That's why I'm here, silly."

Eddie kisses the top of your head but doesn't day anything else, just holds you close until you have to make another run for the doors of the courthouse.

The county clerks office is a tight squeeze just like they said, but it feels that much sweeter. Just you, Eddie, the judge (and his assistant) and a teary-eyed Wayne quietly blubbering in the corner. And when it's all said and done, Eddie's holding your face so gently, so tender that you can't hold the tears back either. You owe Nancy big time for letting you borrow her waterproof mascara.

"You kids have fun," Wayne says as he pulls up in front of Steve's house. "But not too much fun. I'm not ready to be a grandpa, y'hear me?"

"Wayne," Eddie whines and flicks the umbrella out of the cab and into the rain. It's still coming down hard.

"Drive safe, old man," you say as you squeeze Wayne up in a tight hug.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get me goin' again with the waterworks or I'm gonna miss my shows."

You climb out after Eddie, waving goodbye as Wayne's truck pulls away.

"Ready?"

The front door to Steve's house is already swinging wide open with Robin standing there waving a bottle of champagne around shouting about starting the party without them if they don't get their asses inside already.

His hand is warm and a little sweaty. It's real now, the promise you've made to be together forever. Greater than any record deal Eddie's ever signed.

You squeeze his hand.

"Ready."

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Mr. Lawyer Sir (Part 1)

Hiromi Higuruma x fem! reader

Disclaimers/notes: a bit angsty, Higuruma being an overworked, tired man, stubborn reader, SFW.

• This is my first post on Tumblr! I hope you enjoy this story. This is just the first part of the story and plan to write the next one soon! Keep in mind that I am not a professional writer and that I just do this for fun and let my ideas run freely with creativity. By doing so, I also want to share my ideas with everyone else who would like it! Thank you so much in advance <3

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‘I’m just so tired…’ Hiromi thought to himself as he sighed softly and started to leave the courthouse after defending one of his clients in the courtroom.

Hiromi Higuruma was known as one of the most incomparable lawyers there was in town. As a defense attorney, he always sought to fight for justice in those individuals who were wrongly accused of a crime. Although he looked like a standoffish, detached man, his true passion was to help others in need.

However, with that great talent he has also comes exhaustion. Exhaustion from work, exhaustion from having too many clients, but most importantly, the exhaustion of seeing his clients lose the trail after all the work he put in to fight for justice. It wasn’t fair to him or his client. Those countless nights of overtime, putting in the work to make sure they’d win this case, skipping out on sleep schedules…just to lose the case.

He started heading towards his car in the courthouse parking lot while almost dragging his feet due to the disdain he felt within himself. Feeling as if he failed his client and needed to do better. He rubbed his eyes as they felt heavy with the lack of sleep.

As he left the courthouse, it was already nighttime and the sky became pitch black. Not as many cars out on the road since it was getting late. As he walked along the sidewalk towards the parking lot, lost in his own dismay of thoughts, he didn’t notice a girl bumping into him, causing her to fall to the ground. The moment she fell, Hiromi snapped away from his thoughts and came back to reality. He grunted in frustration as he closed his eyes and rubbed his temple while thinking, ‘this was the last thing that needed to happen right now…’ he felt annoyed at the situation he currently got himself into but, nonetheless, he quickly made his way over to the girl laying on the ground.

“Ugh…I’m sorry…are you alright?” Hiromi spoke as he came over and tried to help the girl up but noticed she had blood dripping down her knee.

“I’m fine…” the girl winced in pain as she spoke and tried to gently stand up but also noticed her ankle was sore to move. “Ouch…”

“You should be more careful,” Hiromi crouched down to look at the injury closer and realized she was bleeding pretty terribly. “Clearly you’re not fine…your knee is bleeding and you can’t move your ankle.”

The girl winced once again as she realized how painful the scrape was on her knee. She was oozing lots of blood from the injury and appears to have sprained her ankle from the fall. Hiromi noticed the shoes she was wearing, black business-casual high heels.

“I wouldn’t wear those if I were you. They look like a pain in the ass to walk in.” Hiromi commented casually as he carefully held out his hand to lift her up but instead, the girl looked at him questioningly and refused his hand.

“I appreciate your concern mister but I am free to wear whatever I want…” The girl sounded calm but Hiromi could tell she was responding rather passive aggressively.

Hiromi huffs and becomes slightly annoyed but tries not to let it get to him. “Be free as you’d like, but be aware of your surroundings. You’re being careless.” He spoke sternly to her as he tried to not let his frustration get to him. All he wanted to do was get home and get the well-deserved rest he needed but instead he was here in a situation he didn’t expect to happen.

The girl scoffed and seemed noticeably annoyed in return. “You don’t know who I am to say I’m careless…” she says.

‘Here we go…as if it couldn’t get any worse, she seems to be bratty and stubborn. I’ll never hear the end of it.’ Hiromi thought to himself as he closed his eyes to compose himself and not let his frustration get to him.

“That is irrelevant, miss. I don’t need to know who you are to see that you were being careless,” Hiromi glares at her as he speaks. “If I hadn’t been watching where I was going, this could’ve been a lot worse and we would’ve both fallen and gotten hurt.”

Hiromi didn’t want to touch the girl without her permission but he saw the bad state she was in with her bleeding knee and sprained ankle that he had no choice but to help her up walk towards a nearby bus stop bench just a few feet away so she could sit. He delicately placed his arm around her waist as he supported her body weight so that she can lift up and stand with ease.

Once she was standing, she winced once more as the weight on her ankle felt pressure and made it feel extremely sore.

“Thank you for helping me up but you can leave now.” She rolled her eyes and huffed as she tried walking on her own, but immediately felt pain in her leg and ankle.

“You’re clearly limping…I’ve had it.” Hiromi looks at her in displeasure. He quickly walks her to the bench and sets her down softly. He takes out his phone and starts searching for ‘hospitals near me.’ “Sit here while I find a nearby hospital you can go to.”

The girl grunts in annoyance and becomes visibly agitated at Hiromi, who is standing in front of her. Letting her pride get the best of her, she tries to stand up, all wobbly and in pain, as she speaks to Hiromi again.

“Like I said the first time, I’m fine…I don’t even know you and you’re sitting me down on this bench like I’m a child!” The girl hisses at Hiromi as she tries to stand up on her own, but quickly sat back down as her leg was too painful to stand.

“You’re limping as you walk. That’s not what ‘fine’ looks like. Your logic is flawed and it makes me wonder if you’re just plain stupid.” Hiromi crosses his arms as he watches the girl’s attempted at standing up. He was unusually harsh, even to his demeanor. Maybe it was just all the overworked tension he had inside of him.

“If you’re “fine” as you say, then why are you limping and bleeding your whole leg out? You are proof of your incompetence.”

The girl became stunned as she did not expect him to reply the way he did. She stayed quiet as she couldn’t speak due to her surprise. Even Hiromi himself became surprised at his sudden harshness. Nonetheless, he was annoyed at this moment and didn’t realize the extent of his harshness towards her.

Realizing she was not fighting back with words, Hiromi just sighed and felt his composure come back. “So why don’t you just try think logically and push your own pride aside for five seconds? I’m trying to help you.”

“I just don’t understand how all I did was bump into you on accident and you’re treating this like I’ve just committed the world’s biggest crime.” She retaliates to him exasperatedly. “Also, I told you to leave. If I want to bleed out here on this bench, let me…but I don’t need your help, stranger.”

Hiromi gives her a stern look as he looks away from his phone. “All I said was you need to be more careful and you got mad. Now, you’re limping and bleeding and still trying to walk and act like it’s fine. You’re in no shape to keep moving.” He continued as he looked at her. “It’s a matter of a safety, not an inconvenience. I need to help you because I’m the one you bumped into. I’ll leave after you get help. Think about it.” He sounded annoyed.

“Since when does a stranger who knows nothing about me care so much?” She snaps back at him with some apparent attitude in her expression.

“I don’t need to know you to know that you will continue to get hurt if you keep walking in the state you’re in.” Hiromi responded as he stopped to think why he really was so concerned for her.

‘I could’ve just let her go as she wished but I keep insisting…maybe it’s because I feel bad she fell and I happened to be the one she bumped into..’ Hiromi thought this to himself.

Hiromi found a nearby hospital just five minutes away by car and started to look for a cab to take her. Considering it was too late at night, he had a hard time finding and ordering one and without wasting time, he wanted to get her checked quickly before her injury got worse.

“I’m taking you to the hospital,” he quickly said as he held out his hand so she could stand up. “I can’t wait for a cab to get here just so you could keep bleeding out.”

The girl took his hand softly and lifted herself up slowly. “Bold of you to assume I can afford a hospital visit! You don’t even know me and you’re taking me to the hospital?!”

Hiromi looks at her with disbelief. He couldn’t believe she was arguing now about getting the help she needed. “You could have a broken bone for all I know! You should at least have a check up. “ he raises his voice in annoyance. “I’ll pay for it.”

“Okay, okay! Fine. Whatever it takes for you to leave me alone.” The girl snapped back and Hiromi just shakes his head in frustration as they both walk towards his car.

“Just saying, do you know how dangerous it sounds for a young woman like me to be getting into a complete stranger’s car who I don’t even know?” The girl began to speak to Hiromi as he softly held her waist to support her walking. He sighed as he heard this and rolled his eyes as far back as his frustration let him.

“I’m a lawyer. I’m not some random guy.” Hiromi explains as he continues to help her walk as she limps. “Do I look like a kidnapper to you or something?”

Hiromi notices the girl blush slightly as if she was thinking of what to say next. “Well…no…” she pauses for a second. “but haven’t you heard of those stories on what happens to girls when bad guys lure them somewhere, right? You wouldn’t even understand…you’re just a man.”

“Yes, unfortunately, I see those stories all the time,” Hiromi sighs. “but I am not a kidnapper. I wouldn’t risk my life or occupation to be doing those disgusting things. I know it sounds hard to believe but I can assure you that I am not a creep.”

The girl listened to him and felt that he was being honest. She didn’t feel as if his helping to her was with bad intentions. She started to realize that he wanted to make sure she was safe, especially it being late at night and having an injured leg where anything could’ve happened. She would’ve never gotten into a stranger’s car, much less a man’s car, but she was in a vulnerable state and had no choice at this point.

As they got into his car, Hiromi started to drive her to the hospital that was nearby.

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After some time, Hiromi is in the waiting area of the hospital waiting for the girl to be finished being seen by the medical staff. After a few more minutes go by, he sees the girl walk out with crutches and her leg all bandaged up, preventing any more blood from spilling out. He hears the doctor who helped her speak out to her.

“Alright miss (Y/N), you’re all good to go. Make sure to rest well so you can recover faster.” The doctor gave her a small smile as she said her thank you’s and goodbyes to them.

As Hiromi listened, he realized he had never gotten her name. When the doctor said it, he felt his heart skip a beat for a moment.

‘(Y/N)…what a pretty name for a stubborn girl.’ He thought to himself as he saw her make her way towards him.

“Oh, you’re still here,” (Y/N) sounded disappointed. “Why didn’t you leave?”

“As if I didn’t say I’d pay,” Hiromi retaliated, feeling his annoyance come back as he listened to her. “Let me pay your hospital visit and I’ll help you get home.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened as she hears him say he’ll take her home. “Y-you don’t have to do that…” she says. “I can take myself home.”

“It’s late at night and god knows how long it will take to get a cab during these hours. Not to mention, as you said, creeps can be out there,” Hiromi retaliated in a frustrating way. “You’re lucky I’m not one of them and I’m trying to make sure you’re safe.”

Why was Hiromi so adamant about caring for this girl he never knew before? He didn’t plan to spend his night like this: Taking this girl to the hospital, paying her bill, and now offering to take her home. He himself didn’t know why he felt this way, but wanted to continue helping her. Maybe it was just how he is. In connection to helping others, especially when they’re in need, he wants to make sure he does his best. He may look and sometimes react hard-headed, but he really does have a good heart deep down.

(Y/N) was too tired and injured at this point to keep arguing back. She had no reason to mistrust this man, so she finally agreed. “Okay.”

Hiromi huffed in relief and felt calm after hearing her give in to his offer. After finishing paying the hospital bill, he helped walk her out back to his car, making sure she didn’t fall or trip while using the crutches.

(Y/N) didn’t want to admit it, but she did keep in mind how caring he was being with her. Although he doesn’t have a way with words, his actions were speaking louder than them. It was the little things that made her think this way. The way he refused to touch her unless he had gotten her permission, the way he softly helped her walk, even just opening the door for her and making sure her seat was adjusted so that her leg can rest comfortably in his car seat was enough for (Y/N) to blush softly and appreciate his gratitude. Nonetheless, she didn’t want to give in so easily. She still didn’t know this man completely and held up a strong shield with her pride.

Once (Y/N) directed him to drive towards her apartment, Hiromi began driving and the car was silent. As (Y/N) admired how clean and organized he kept his car, Hiromi took it as an opportunity to break the ice and stop the awkward silence.

“Do you like the car?” He asks while driving.

“It’s nice.” (Y/N) says blankly as she looks out the window, even though it’s hard to see when it’s dark out.

“Thank you,” Hiromi says as he thinks of something else to say. “By the way, I never got your name. I heard the doctor say it was (Y/N), right?” He asks her politely, trying to remain calm and start over and on a better note than earlier.

“Am I required to tell you? I don’t think so…” (Y/N) snaps at him and looks down. “You’re so frustrating. Just get me home.”

Hiromi is taken aback by her sudden response and felt a little offended by it. “It’s common courtesy to introduce yourself, is it not?” He says with a slightly annoyed tone to his voice.

‘Who does she think she is? A queen?’ He thinks to himself as he keeps driving, becoming annoyed once more.

“You’re acting like you’re some ‘perfect guy’. You didn’t introduce yourself either other than you’re a lawyer!” (Y/N) responds back as he can clearly see she sounds more annoyed as she speaks.

“Honestly, you’re being very rude! Do you not see how rude you’re being to someone who’s just trying to help you? Are you that immature?” Hiromi speaks with a sharp tone to his voice and is little by little increasing his frustration.

“I’m not being fucking rude!! What part of that don’t you understand?” (Y/N) yells at him and this caught Hiromi off guard that it causes him to flinch for a moment. His eyes widened as he did not expect for her to yell like this. This snapped something inside of him. There was no holding back now.

“Look at you…can’t even talk in a decent volume? Can you really not control your yells? Especially when we’re in a car?” Hiromi glares at her and raises his voice slightly.

“I can’t wait to drop you off...” Hiromi was being harsh due to her attitude, but somehow started to feel bad for speaking to her like this.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened as he spoke. She looked down at her lap and felt herself get teary-eyed. She didn’t make it obvious to him but maybe she took it too far. She didn’t mean to be acting this way, she was just going through a hard time. “I’m sorry…just please take me home…” (Y/N) said in a quiet, trembling voice.

Hiromi glances over and sees a tear run down her cheek even though she tried to hide it. He sighs and immediately feels his frustration and annoyance turn into guilt. He never meant to make her cry. He was only upset at the way she was acting towards him but he knew that he had to listen to her rather than respond to her harshly.

“I’m…sorry,” he calmly apologized sincerely and kept his eyes on the road. ‘I don’t know why a stranger’s tears has such an effect on me…I don’t know why I care so much’ he thinks to himself.

After a moment of silence, Hiromi decides to speak again. “Do you have any family you could call to tell about your injury, (Y/N)?” He asked as he was genuinely concerned.

“No…” (Y/N) responded quietly as she wiped a tear from her cheek. She seemed defeated and he realized that she wasn’t trying to argue anymore.

Hiromi felt his heart hurt after hearing her say ‘no’. Did she not have any family? He would ask her about it but it’s not the time right now to do so. She needs time and space.

“I see…” is all he manages to get out. While there is still an awkward space of silence between them, Hiromi still tries his best to speak with her even if it’s a small, pointless conversation.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you? (Y/N)?” Hiromi looks at her for second, giving her a small smile to lighten up the mood.

In this moment, he sees her face look at him slightly. Her eyes are watered up and red from wanting to cry, but something about her seems precious, seems genuine.

The minute (Y/N) looks at him, she felt her heart beat out of her chest. She saw this man smile for the first time tonight and she felt comfortable.

“…I’m (your age).” (Y/N) speaks quietly as he she sees him genuinely interested in speaking with her. It makes her heart flutter in a way she couldn’t describe.

‘I should just give him a chance…he really has been generous towards me ever since I bumped into him.’ (Y/N) thinks to herself.

Now, as there was silence, it wasn’t as uncomfortable as before. As he was nearing her apartment, he got out of the car first and came to the passenger side of the door to open it and help her out.

As she stood up, (Y/N) began to speak.

“Mr. Lawyer sir,” (Y/N) cringed at the name she gave him as she still didn’t know this man’s name. “I’m sorry…if I’ve sounded like a complete bitch this whole night. I’m just going through a lot right now and…I’m feeling scared of my emotions at the moment.” She felt a tear drop as she continued.

“I’m grateful for everything you’ve done today…taking me to a hospital, paying for my visit, even driving me home even though you don’t know who I am…no stranger would ever go this far…”

“I’m just…in a really self-destructive place in my life right now and all I can do is detach from anyone and anything at the moment because…I have no one to turn to.” (Y/N) breaks down in tears as she finishes the last sentence.

Hiromi’s heart shatters in guilt and sorrow as she hears her speak. He feels just as bad for taking out his bad attitude on her even if he was just defending himself. Now that he knows the real reason why she’s been acting this way, he lets all his frustration and annoyance from earlier subside and feels sympathy and care for her. It gives him heart ache to hear that she has no one to turn to.

“I understand if you hate me…I wasn’t being kind to you.”

“I don’t hate you, (Y/N)…” Hiromi starts to speak.

“You know what? Let’s just start over,” Hiromi says as he sighs in content. “We both met on bad terms. I think we both were too sensitive in our emotions when we first encountered each other. Why not start over and get to know each other the proper way this time?”

(Y/N) wipes her tears off as she nods in agreement.

“Thank you, Mr. Lawyer sir…” Hiromi blushes at his nickname. He thinks it’s cute of her to call him that. “I don’t even know your name but I don’t think I deserve to after the way I’ve treated you. I wish you the best, thank you for helping me.”

(Y/N) turns around to start walking towards her apartment when all of a sudden, Hiromi speaks behind her.

“My name’s Hiromi Higuruma, but you can call me Hiromi. but I was kind of liking the “Mr. Lawyer sir” name you had going for me.” Hiromi chuckled a bit as he stopped her on her tracks.

As Hiromi looks at (Y/N), he thinks about wanting to be there for her. He doesn’t know why he feels this way. Maybe it’s because he’s feeling bad about her and wants to help her? Or maybe it’s guilt from how he acted earlier? Whatever the reason is, he feels something in his heart that’s making him feel that he should be the one to show her care and how much she’s worth.

“(Y/N), only if you’d let me, I’d like to get to know you more.”

“You would? But…wouldn’t you rather get to know someone who is actually worth your time? Someone better than me…a girl without a stank attitude like me.” (Y/N) spoke softly to him.

Yes, this is what it’s about. Self worth.

‘She probably doesn’t see how valuable she truly is. That’s the problem.’ He thinks to himself as he looks at her.

Hiromi thinks of what he wants to do. He wants to be able to show her a side of herself that she does not possibly see often. He suddenly has to motivation to want to help her and be there for her. Even if he were to give words of affirmation everyday, he feels as if she won’t believe him…

He’d have to show her. Show her I care and that she is worth caring for.

“Give me your phone number, please,” Hiromi asked bravely, making (Y/N) blush.

“How come?” (Y/N) asks questioningly as she tilts her head.

“Just…please. I want to help you.” He hands his phone over to her so she could input her number in his contacts. Once doing so, he saved it under her name.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I want to hear from you again, okay?” Hiromi gave her a soft heart-warming smile as he was preparing to leave for the night.

(Y/N) finally started to feel at ease with this man and let herself trust him little by little. She let him help her walk up towards her apartment door so she wouldn’t fall or trip with her crutches. Once she went inside, he said his goodbyes and repeated his sentence.

“Goodnight, (Y/N). I hope you feel better. And, don’t forget, I really do want to hear from you again, okay? I just want to know how you’re doing.”

(Y/N) smiled softly at his sentence, making his heart flutter for the first time tonight. He felt something inside of him feel warm once he saw her smile. “Thank you, Mr. Lawyer—oh, sorry, Hiromi.”

‘Such a gorgeous smile.’ He thinks to himself.

“Mr. lawyer sir, Hiromi, higuruma, I’m okay with anything.” He laughs.

“See you later, (Y/N). Get some rest.” As he says this sentence, he waves her goodbye and heads back to his car to drive home.

If only they both knew this would be the start of something beautiful.

***

end of part one.

#jjk x reader #jjk #higuruma hiromi #higuruma x reader #jjk higuruma #jjk fanfic #fanfic #x reader #reader insert #anime fanfic

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 39)

Tw: blood n violence, queerphobia

PLS IGNORE IF IT SUCKS I WROTE IT AT 2:45AM AND I TRIED RESEARCHINF SO MCUH OF THE SYSTEM

Part 40

You found yourself becoming clingier to Yves. Frequently asking him to cuddle with you in your hospital bed without shame. He noticed it too, it's as if you're trying to hide from the world, using him as your shelter with how you're trying to bury yourself deeper into his chest.

He is wearing a black blazer, a white, button-up silk bow blouse, and a long pencil skirt that reaches his ankles today. They're all tailored to fit his form perfectly.

You felt guilty wrinkling it by holding onto him tight, but he assured you that it was fine.

You visibly tensed up when he mentioned that he is heading to court. As expected, you didn't want to know more about it, all you did was nod and then hide under your covers. Yves stayed with you a few more minutes, gently coaxing you out of your cocoon for a last kiss before he leaves to obliterate everyone who wronged you.

"I will be back by four in the afternoon." Said Yves, slipping his feet onto his pointed-toe pumps. They're not as tall as his usual footwear, but it made him intimidating as usual.

You nodded in acknowledgement. Which earned a caress on your cheek.

"I love you, my dearest (name)." He nuzzled his nose onto yours. Yves pecked you on the lips and gave your hand an assuring squeeze.

Yves bid you goodbye and left the room.

You twiddled with your fingers, looking around the room and feeling empty. It's terrifying how you rely on Yves so much to be entertained.

You waited for him like this the entire time, without picking your phone up.

__

Yves left the courtroom annoyed. His heels clicked against the pristine tiled floors, his strides were moderate in size, and he wasn't rushing to go anywhere like the rest of the crowd around him. Yves adjusted the handles of his handbag on his shoulders as he walked off towards the exit.

Evangeline was deemed unfit to stand trial, she was uncooperative and seemingly could not grasp what was happening. She couldn't even talk to her defense attorney without uttering deranged statements about owning you and being her one true love. The hearing was adjourned because she is currently being evaluated by psychiatrists.

Likewise with Montgomery's trial, he was given more time to seek legal advice.

Yves coolly walked past a miserable Mr. Jones. Too immersed in his devastation and sobs to realize who passed him. His emerald eyes looked downwards, contemplating something as his steps slowed down to a stop.

Mr. Jones felt a presence next to him, lifting his head up, the man came face to face with Yves. He jolted in shock, feeling the menacing aura permeating through the air.

"S-sir Yves! I-"

"This must have been a painful time for you as a father."

Yves's compassionate words rendered Mr Jones speechless.

Yves's green eyes pierced holes through his being, there was a twinge of pity and sympathy for him. Mr. Jones broke down sobbing in front of his ex-client.

"I-I didn't know Evangeline was..." He gasped for breath. "I'm sorry, Sir Yves. I-I should have paid more attention and..." He couldn't finish his sentence before breaking down into remorseful tears.

Yves watched him, never once moving an inch. His eyes never strayed away from his form.

"P-please, Sir Yves. Please, find deep in your heart to forgive Evangeline and- and us." He begged, kneeling down before him. "We are sorry..."

Yves merely watched the pitiable display.

"P-please, forgive us-"

"Jones."

His head shot up at the stern mention of his name.

"Stand up." He commanded Mr. Jones. He did so hastily, not wanting to be more of an inconvenience to Yves.

"Maintain decorum. You are in a courthouse." Glowered Yves.

Mr. Jones nodded and sniffled, trying to contain his erratic breaths.

There were a few beats of silence before Yves spoke again.

"Evangeline has done what she has done. Neither you nor I could change the past."

Mr. Jones's eyes were hopeful, relieved even that Yves might be forgiving towards his daughter and his family.

"But..." He crossed his arms and looked away momentarily.

"You and your daughter must face the consequences. So shall my dear (name) and I." He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to lose his composure at the thought of Mr. Jones's failure to heed his early warnings. His fingernails dug into his arm, Yves wanted to hiss and spit the vilest curses at him, he wanted to see him bleed as much as he wanted to see your assailant do.

He wanted to burn the whole world down but must act carefully. Yves wanted to play smart and deliver the worst possible blow to everyone. He must let Mr. Jones think that Yves has cooled down enough not to wish death upon his family.

Yves stayed for a few more seconds, observing the other man uncomfortably fidgeting in place.

"Goodbye, Jones."

He walked off. Leaving Mr. Jones to reflect on Yves's words. They're short, simple, and very obvious, but it is devastating to his psyche.

Yves kept a straight, blank face as Mr. Jones started to sob again.

He weaved through the people in the halls, passing through security and exiting the establishment.

His height and beauty earned him stares, mostly lust from men and envy from women- since he isn't speaking, one will assume that he is an alluring woman. There were some out of shock and awe, but he paid no mind. Yves is used to this alienating attention and harsh assumptions from literal strangers, he hates it, but he hates suppressing who he is even more.

Finally, he made it into his car. It's a habit of his to lock his doors immediately after entering, especially with the crime rate going up. But he's been doing this ever since he got his own ride.

The first thing he did was to monitor you through his cameras. He smiled and relaxed at the sight of you napping away, but tensed back up when he realized that this isn't normal; you're sleeping much more than you should. No Internet activity since he left either.

Yves checked his messages and phone logs to find that you didn't attempt to contact him.

Your vitals are all fine, and the conditions in your room aren't subconsciously draining the life out of you.

You're clutching tightly onto the bracelet he got you from France.

He pouted and felt a tug at his heartstrings as Yves deduced that you were starting to yearn for him.

He prepared himself to drive away, deciding to skip his usual step of checking and fixing himself in front of the mirror. Yves wanted to get back to you as soon as possible, he just needed to finish one last errand for the day.

-

Montgomery was escorted into the visiting room by two officers, seemingly excited and happy to meet his visitor. Wearing a bright orange jumpsuit and having his hair unkempt.

But his wide grin was wiped away immediately by the sight of Yves sitting on the other side of the booth.

Yves watched Montgomery argue with his handlers, they appear confused as to why he is suddenly hostile and disagreeing because Yves is in his approved list of visitors. This sudden shift of behavior does not faze him, the androgynous man simply drummed his fingers against the counter while propping his head up on one elbow.

In the end, Montgomery begrudgingly agreed to speak to Yves after one of the guards mentioned something to him. He scowled through the screen, sitting down and picking up the intercom phone. Yves did the same and placed it to his ear.

"How are they doing?" Was the first thing Montgomery asked despite the visible hatred for the darked haired male in his brown eyes. His concern for you outweighs everything else.

This is something Yves respected, even if he is a pest, his rival and a menace to you without his intervention. Montgomery's fragile heart is filled with care and love for you, the type that would insure your safety and happiness no matter how sleazy, delusional and disgusting he may appear. He knows Montgomery means well, he just... has difficulty expressing it without encroaching into Yves's territory.

"Hey, you queer freak. Snap out of it, I'm talking to you, how is (name)?" Yves's eyes flitted upwards to meet Montgomery's tired ones. He's visibly antsy, the guards are putting most of their focus on him.

"They're stable." Yves coldly replied, his face maintaining an unreadable expression.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Snarled Montgomery, his heavily bandaged knuckles and fingers tightening around the phone.

"(Name) is not thinking about it anymore." He could see the shoulders on the inmate sag in relief. His face twisted in grief and anguish as he looked away from an unmoving Yves.

It's such a shame that Yves isn't willing to share. It's such a shame that Montgomery sees you as his romantic partner. Your boyfriend would have gladly keep him around as another layer of protection in your life if he was more of a platonic figure to you. That position has yet to be filled, seeing that you have no friends or family you could rely on in times of emergency.

"I know your corrupt ass did something to my visitor list. What I don't know, is why the fuck are you here?" Montgomery's blood boiled at the mere sight of Yves.

"Thank you, Yeller."

He looked at Yves incredulously. But before he could speak, the androgyne beat him to it.

"You took care of (name) in my absence. I appreciate that very much." Yves uncrossed his legs, and rested them together. He could give him pointers on how to improve his approach towards you, but what is he going to use it for? As long as Montgomery sees himself as your boyfriend, Yves is not letting him go anywhere near you.

"That's my fucking spouse, of course I'll take care of them. What the hell are you- what the hell are you talking about?" Confused and offended, Montgomery stared at him with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. He will not listen to reason.

There was few seconds of silence between the obsessive men. Montgomery just thinks Yves is an abomination of god: rich, corrupt and a crossdresser. Whereas Yves simply sees parts of himself in the former. He does not like what he saw.

"I have a proposition for you." Yves rested his hand on the counter, the other one is still holding onto the phone.

"Whatever it's gonna be, not interested-"

"I represent you in court, and you will leave the courtroom as a free man."

There was a pregnant pause between them. Montgomery tried to read Yves's face through the mildly dirty glass, but to no avail.

"And? What's the catch?" He knows the implication behind those optimistic words, he has strings to pull. But why do such a nice gesture for him?

"I want you to leave this city." Montgomery scoffed.

"Yeah right-"

His eyes bulged out of his sockets when Yves pressed a piece of paper against the glass window. It's a legitimate cheque with Yves's bank account number and signature, addressed to Montgomery, valued at $600,000. He looked around, the guards aren't paying attention to what was happening in his booth.

"What...?" Montgomery mumbled, rereading the words over and over again. He can only dream of owning a bank account that is in the six digits, he doesn't think that his massive family farm managed to earn that much net profit in five years. But then again, he wasn't good at math in the first place.

"I will refer you to an accounting firm to manage your finances. Your criminal history will be fully redacted; Employers would have no issue hiring you, should you return to the workforce." Yves explained nonchalantly.

"No. Fuck you, I'm not leaving my (name) behind. You're doing this to separate me and my soulmate. Get your blood money outta my sight." Spat Montgomery, his fist pressing against the pane. He wanted to punch the emotionless look off Yves's face.

"Yeller. You're charged with seven counts of aggravated battery. Eight, including mine. Two counts of attempted murder. Not to mention, one count of trespassing, a count for malicious damage of property, a count of resisting arrest and three counts of assault towards a police officer." He listed off his offences off the top of his head.

Montgomery went silent.

"You and I know that there is more than enough evidence for the judge to deliver the maximum penalty whether you plead guilty or not."

The inmate looked away from him- actually averting his gaze away from his reflection, ashamed at what he has become. A violent criminal.

Yves uses this sense of inferiority to his advantage.

"You're not a bad person, Yeller. You did what you did to punish those who stood by and let it happen." Yves genuinely believed this, especially since he was the one who impersonated you, ranting to him what your Housemates had done- or in this case, didn't do.

Yves read the files and watched the footage from the security camera your 'landlord' set up. He knew Montgomery was capable of causing chaos and devastation in moments of blind rage. Although he thinks his swings and lightning-speed reflexes were impressive, it was still sloppy and too erratic. Which was perfect, if Montgomery was anymore precise, it would throw off Yves's plans.

He sent all seven of them to the hospital, two of them are yet to be awakened from their coma. The house is desolate, except for blood stains, splintered wood, ceramic shards and broken glass fragments, completely unfit to be rented out.

It is an admirable trait, really. His willingness to go so far for the one he loves. Montgomery crashed his car, his lifeline, the thing that contained all his material possessions and housed him for years, through the front door. All because he heard 'you' crying over the phone.

"If only those fuckers went down and helped (name)..." He mumbled, tears building up in his eyes. Montgomery quickly blinked them away though before looking back at Yves, who is now holding a somber expression.

Again, Yves grieved over the fact that Montgomery had to compete with him. It would have been wonderful if he stayed in his lane, the two men could have worked together harmoniously to ensure your well-being. Such a waste of devotion from Montgomery, Yves's heart aches at the fact that the inmate simply couldn't translate all that fondness into fatherly or brotherly love. He knows you badly needed that.

There was a staring contest being held between them. It looks like Montgomery has nothing else to say, it was time for Yves to end the conversation as he needs to head back to accompany you.

"You will stand trial in six weeks. I will contact you again, to see if you have made a decision by then."

Either he refuses and gets locked up for at least two decades, or he accepts and uses the money to attempt to steal you away from Yves and inevitably fail. He's not very smart, but it's the intent that matters.

Yves is doing this because Montgomery was treating you well despite making you extremely uncomfortable at times. It's his way of showing gratitude.

Montgomery remained silent but seething.

"I trust that you will make the right choice. Do you have any questions for me before I leave?" Yves put his cheque away.

The brunette balled his fists and trembled a bit.

The dark haired man fully expecting him to call Yves a derogatory slur when he opened his mouth.

"...Take care of (name), please." No insults, only a weak, wavering voice full of vulnerability. Yves felt his eyebrow twitch in surprise as he digested what he said.

"I will." Yves replied, his monotone betraying him and expressing a hint of amazement and astonishment.

Montgomery slammed the wired device onto its holder before standing up. He was promptly escorted by the guards back through a set of heavy doors. He never once looked back.

Yves placed the phone back in its original place before getting up from the stiff stool.

Much of his data is now outdated.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #oc yves #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc Montgomery #oc Evangeline

[lumenhunter]

The Judge and Coyle from Outlast Trials. Their lines to each other give me life <3

He's successfully saved her from the criminals attempting to thwart the courthouse trial. He's just making sure she gets home safe! And will definitely not ask for payment for his fine protection, no sir. He's not that kind of guy! It was his duty and obligation to see to it that Justice was carried out. His pleasure, really. Besides, he knows she'll be happily offering.

Stockholm's a bitch.

#leland coyle #outlast trials #my shitty art #I am unhealthily obsessed with coyle and his '4th wife' lmao

[hannahhook7744]

Modern Merlin Moodboards (Part 4) (Revamped);

Character: Sir Lancelot Du Lac.

Modern name: Lance Griffin.

Age: 39 years old.

Modern job: Detective.

Short rundown of their modern life: Lance Griffin grew up the son of a solider and because of that, he and his family often moved around. That is, until the night his parents and grandparents were all killed in a robbery gone wrong after burglars broke into their house.

Lance just barely managed to escape being killed as well by hiding in a cupboard until the cops arrived.

After that, he was placed in foster care where, after a couple of years of acting out (from ages 7-11) Lance was put in military school where he met and befriended Percival. He was there for a couple of years until an old friend of his mom's petitioned for custody of him and got it. Allowing for him to stay there during the school year and spend the summer with her.

He joined the police academy after graduating and eventually, after being promoted to detective, he was partnered up with Detective Leonard Grant (who preferred Leon) who introduced him to Doctor Merlin Everstone.

The pair are now roommates (along with Leon's wife, Vivian).

Character: Merlin of Ealdor (also known as Emrys).

Modern name: Merlin Everstone.

Age: 36 years old (physically at least).

Modern job: Physician/Doctor.

Short rundown of their modern life: Merlin has walked the Earth waiting for Arthur to rise, constantly running into Leon and getting into trouble in the meantime. Helping those in need as he did so and eventually becoming a licensed doctor.

Not long after Lancelot popped up, Merlin met Freya (who had nothing to her name) and re-fell in love with her. Eventually Freya's memories returned and the pair settled down, got married (after meeting Will and Elena and attending their own wedding) with the pair (along with Lancelot, Leon, and Vivian) as their witnesses, and had one (magical) son named 'Dragonet'.

Character: Freya (Also known as the Lady of the Lake).

Modern name: Freya Everstone.

Age: 36 years old.

Modern job: Strawberry Farmer.

Short rundown of their modern life: Freya Everstone was born to an Amish community in Canada where she spent the first eighteen years of her life.

She lost her family when she was young, causing her to be raised by the rest of the community until she was attacked by a man, causing her to kill him accidentally in self defense. Which caused her to be ousted by her community and attacked by the man’s mother, which caused her to flee to the U.S.

She ran into Merlin when she was twenty three and soon fell in love with him: eventually causing her memories to return. After that, the pair bought a farm with a few fields filled with wildflowers, near a lake and mountains. Planted some strawberries and got a couple of cows.

Not long afterwards, she and Merlin attended Will and Elena's wedding and decided to tie-the-knot in a courthouse wedding with their friends as their witnesses.

Less than a year later, their only son, Dragonet, was born. With magic. Which caused both of them to decide to hold off on having anymore kids until everyone got their memories back (because having a magic kid in the modern day is difficult and risky).

Character: Dragonet the Royal Court Jester.

Modern name: Dragonet Everstone.

Age: 11 years old.

Modern job: None. He's a student.

Short rundown of their modern life: Dragonet was born to Merlin and Freya 11 years ago, and grew up having to keep his magic a secret from most— outside of Leon and his parents, of course.

He eventually ended up befriending Artie, Everard, Marcel, and Salem, and now does his best to keep them out of harm while trying to keep his magic a secret. Just till his parents and Leon say it's okay for him to tell them.

Which is likely to be sometime after they awaken everyone.

(It's a good thing he's somewhat patient).

Character: Gilli.

Modern name: Gilligan 'Gilli' White.

Age: 28 years old.

Modern job: Carpetener.

Short rundown of their modern life: Gilligan 'Gilli' White was born to a disgraced Magician who was murdered when he was only twelve years old.

After this, Gilli ran away and joined a traveling group of magicians who were apart of a traveling circus. Hellbent on learning all the tricks his father had denied him knowledge of and on tracking down the men who murdered his father (which, given that he doesn't know they are... Well, is not easy).

In the circus, he met his boyfriend, Daegal, and his friends, Sophia Gates and Lamia Scales.

Eventually, he left the circus. Still practicing magic, but becoming a Carpenter and moving into a motel where he still resides to this day with his now med student boyfriend, Daegal Norrington.

#merlin #modern merlin #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #merlin reincarnation #Freya the lady of the lake #merlin emrys #dragonet the court jester #character moodboard #original characters #modern merlin au #alternate universe #posting this early since merlin is trending

[skelavender]

mulder and scully’s wedding rings and scully in her wedding dress to celebrate their super platonic, just bros wedding in kind of perfect! read chapter 3 here, or below the cut!

Mulder is more excited then he’s let himself be since Scully proposed. He’s buzzing out of his skin, and hoping that it doesn’t show. He doesn’t want Scully to think he’s nervous.

“Are you nervous?” she asks from her seat in their office. They’re both still in their suits, acting as if it’s a normal workday, and not the fifth Wednesday since they got engaged. As if it’s not their wedding day. 

“Hmm?”

“Are you nervous?” She repeats, “You’re all jittery. It’s not too late to call it off if you don't want to do it.”

“I do,” he says quickly, “I’m just finding it hard to focus. I mean, we’re getting married in less than an hour, Scully, don’t tell me your attention is entirely on that autopsy report.”

She smiles, “It’s not.” She closes the folder and puts it to the side. “Do you want to get going early?”

He rises, “Absolutely.” At the door, he offers her his elbow and she places her hand in the bend, familiar. “You ready for this, Mrs. Spooky?”

She gives a full laugh, “Yes, I am.”

They both grab garment bags from their cars and walk the three blocks to the courthouse. Mulder hadn’t mentioned anything about the tux, but Scully isn’t entirely surprised. He’s treated this with the same weight she is. It’s no small thing. 

They change quickly in the public restrooms and meet back in the lobby. When they tell the clerk they are there for their civil ceremony appointment, she asked about their witness.

“Do we… need one?”

“I mean, technically someone here could do it? But people tend to prefer a friend or family member to sign their marriage licenses.”

Mulder and Scully share a look. 

“Should we…” She starts.

“Probably.”

“I mean, he’s the only other one who is supposed to know.”

“I’ll call him.” He nods.

“It’s really no trouble for someone here–” the girl says, but Mulder cuts her off.

“It’s fine, as long as it’s okay for us to wait ten minutes?”

“Of course.” She says. 

He and Scully step outside as he dials Skinner’s office.

“Skinner,” the man says when Mulder goes through.

“Sir, I need you to meet me and Agent Scully at the courthouse and to not ask questions.”

“Agent Mulder, I can not bail you out of jail.” Skinner replies immediately.

“Is that really your first thought?”

“With you? Yes.”

“Well neither off us have been arrested, we just… need a favor. It’ll only take half an hour.”

“And what’s the nature of this favor?”

“It’s… personal. Just a signature. Nothing big.”

Against his better judgment, Skinner agrees. 

***

Walter Skinner is not an idiot. He knows they're in love. He also knows that both of them are too damn stupid and too damn professional to do anything about it. He hears the whispers, knows that everyone else in violent crimes is so sure that they spend their days in the basement office in a haze of sex. But Skinner knows better. He sees the hesitance in Mulder's touches, as if he's afraid that the contact could be rejected at any moment. He sees how Scully soaks his touch in like she doesn’t know if or when she’ll get the next drop. He sees how they gaze at each other when the other is looking away. Or, sometimes, when they’re looking directly at them. 

So, when he arrives at the courthouse to see Scully in a white dress and Mulder in a tux, he shouldn’t be surprised. 

“What is this, Agents?” He asks, despite knowing exactly what it is.

“We’re getting married.” Scully says, “As a contingency. We need a witness, if you would be willing, sir.”

“A contingency? For what? Is there a threat you haven’t told me about?”

“A lot of things,” Scully says, “It started because of hospital visitations, medical decisions. The more we thought about it, the more sense it made.”

“You realize that if you’re in a relationship, you can’t be partners anymore?”

“We aren’t in a relationship, sir,” Mulder interjects, “It’s just paperwork. Less than changing wills, and next of kin, and power of attorney, and everything else.”

The look on Skinner’s face can only be described as long-suffering resignation. “You know what, sure.”

Scully looks mildly surprised and looks up at Mulder, “I thought that would take more convincing.”

“I don’t have the time or energy to ask all the questions I have, Agent Scully.”

***

Bartlett, as an officiant at the Moultrie Courthouse, has overseen many marriages. He loves his job. He loves seeing the looks people share when they bind themselves to their love. Loves seeing the happiness spread across their faces. 

This couple is no different. 

They walk in side by side, not touching, with their witness following close behind. Bartlett introduces himself by first name, and begins the ceremony when they confirm that they are ready. He says the same words he always does. They forego vows, saying that it would take too long.

He believes them. He’s seen couples take upwards of half an hour each. He saw them a couple months later for a divorce. Long vows do not a happy relationship make. 

But these two aren’t like that. They’re the type he would imagine said everything they needed to in private, not wanting to spend anyone else’s time on it, or to let them see that intimacy. Where they hold hands, the woman’s pointer finger reaches out to play with the hair tie on the man’s wrist. 

By the time they get to the important part, they haven't broken eye contact once. 

Bartlett focuses on the woman, “Do you, Dana Scully, take Fox Mulder to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” She says, with a peaceful smile. She slips the ring onto Fox’s finger. 

Bartlett turns to the man, “And do you, Fox Mulder, take Dana Scully to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” He replies, "All that and more." His voice is rough with withheld emotion. He places the ring on her finger in turn.

Bartlett smiles, and says his favorite line. “By the power vested in me by the city of DC, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

The man takes his now-wife in his arms and lays a kiss on her forehead. In comparison to other ceremonies Bartlett has performed, this is odd, but when he sees the smile on her face and the tears brimming her eyes when she looks up at him and kisses his cheek, any spot of concern is wiped from his mind.

These two really, really love each other. 

***

After signing the final paperwork, the trio heads back to the Hoover building. Mulder and Scully have changed back into their work clothes, the sound of their half enthusiastic, half exasperated back-and-forth just as it usually is. Mulder’s looking into some possible sex demon in Nevada. Scully emphasizes that it’s in Vegas.

Skinner wouldn’t be able to tell it had ever happened, if it weren’t for the glow. 

As they part ways in the lobby, Skinner turns to them. “Have a good day, Agents. And a word of advice? If you don’t want anyone to know, perhaps take the rings off in the building?”

As the elevator closes, the last thing Skinner sees of them is mutual surprise, and Scully quickly working the ring off her finger and opening her jacket to place it in the inside pocket, a spot he’s seen her pat absently the past couple months. He huffs a laugh once the doors close. 

Mulder, slightly delayed, only starts to remove his ring when Skinner leaves his sights. Scully’s hand on his stops him just after it passes his first knuckle. 

“If just one of us wears it for now, it’ll probably be safe. We could stagger it, no one will notice. If… you want to.”

Mulder meets her eyes. She just looks… vulnerable. As if giving him permission to publicly wear his promise to her would be a favor to her, and not one of his deepest desires.

He slips the ring back onto his finger. “I do.”

She smirks, “I’m getting the strangest sense of deja vu. Have you said that to me recently, Mulder?”

“You know, I think I might have.”

With poorly restrained smiles, they make their way back down to the basement. 

***

A week passes, and every day Scully shows up to work with the ring burning a hole in her pocket. Mulder wears his proudly. When it catches the light, she looks at it with jealousy. 

She’s terrified of it. Not being married to Mulder, there’s no part of her that could ever regret or fear that, but of being found out. Wearing rings is an unnecessary risk, one that could lead to an end of their formal partnership, but it’s one that would feel disingenuous not to take. She wants to wear his ring. She just wants to remain partners with him more. 

Her fear comes true about a week into their marriage. She’s in the bathroom when Agent Driscoll approaches her as she’s washing her hands. 

“So Agent Scully,” She says, “Your partner has been the talk of the office recently. He has a wedding ring now.”

Scully’s heart skips a beat. She schools her expression the same way she does when talking to a particularly skeevy suspect. Nothing can bother her. 

“Yes he does, Agent Driscoll.”

“No one in the office seems to know anything. None of us were at the wedding. No one even knew he was seeing somebody.”

“Are you close enough to Agent Mulder to expect to be invited to his wedding?”

“Well, no.” She admits, “But you are. Were you there?”

Inside, Scully is screaming. Outside, she is fixing the swoop of her hair with a damp finger. She decides to tell the vaguest possible truth, “I was.”

“Well?”

She looks at Driscoll now, “Well what?”

“Who did he marry? Do you know her?”

“Yes, quite well.” Scully says. Better than anyone, as a matter of fact.

“Oh, come on, Scully. Spill. Everyone’s wondering.”

“My partner’s private life isn’t mine to discuss.” Scully clears a final nonexistent smudge of makeup from under eye. She sweeps out of the bathroom, managing to avoid any more of Agent Driscoll’s questions, and does her best not to sprint back to the basement office. 

When she makes it back, she leans against the closed door and tilts her head to the ceiling, eyes closed, waiting for her heart to stop thumping in her ears. 

“Scully, you alright?”

She opens her eyes and stares at the dimpled drop ceiling. “I just got cornered by Agent Driscoll in the bathroom.”

“About what?”

“You.” 

His eyebrows shoot up, “Me?”

Scully pushes off the door and moves to lean against the edge of Mulder’s desk. “You and your wife. People have noticed your ring.”

“My… oh. Shit.”

“Mhmm.” Scully agrees.

“Do you think I should stop wearing it?” His voice is small, soft.

“No. It’d be more suspicious to stop wearing it now. I’m just not sure when it’ll be safe for me to start wearing mine.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.” She grabs his hand, runs her thumb along it. “I would if I could. It feels… unbalanced this way.”

“It’s alright, Scully.”

She disagrees.

***

When Mulder gets home that evening, he finds a large envelope with “Do Not Bend” crammed into his mailbox. In his apartment, he inspects the contents, and immediately calls Scully. 

“Hello?” 

“Scully, I need you to get over here.”

“What’s wrong?” 

“I need you to make sure I’m not hallucinating.”

“I’m on my way.” The call clicks to a close. 

She opens his door without knocking a mere 15 minutes later. When she steps in, she does so like she’s approaching a wild animal. 

“Mulder?”

“Scully look at this,” he says from his spot at the table, “tell me this doesn’t say what I think it does.” He holds the paper out to her. 

“Our marriage certificate? Mulder, we planned this in advance, you can’t act as if we did it while drunk in Vegas.”

“No, here.” He points to the line with the officiant’s signature. “Scully, tell me we weren’t married by a man named Bartlett Tiddlywinks.”

“Oh, my god.”

“Yeah.”

Their eyes meet, and they simultaneously burst into uncontrollable laughter. 

***

The following Monday, Mulder jumps up from his desk as soon as Scully opens the door. “I have something for you.” He trips in his haste to round the desk and approach her.

“Good morning to you too, Mulder. I had a wonderful weekend, thank you for asking, quite relaxing.” She stops her ribbing when she sees his closed fist, fingers down, held out  to drop something into her own hand. She places an open palm beneath his, and he drops a gold chain into it. When she picks it up, it’s long. Much longer than her usual necklace, or any others she owns. 

“It’s for your ring.”

Scully’s eyes snap to Mulder’s. Her mouth forms a surprised O.

“I was thinking about it over the weekend, and it makes sense, doesn’t it? You can still wear it, but this way you don’t have to worry about taking it off for autopsies. It’s long enough that it’ll lay under your shirt, no one will notice.”

“Thank you, Mulder.” She says absently. He’s right, it does make absolute sense. She doesn’t know why she didn’t think of it earlier. “That’s… very thoughtful. Thank you.”

“Of course, Scully.” He rests his hand on her arm, and she places her own on top. She reaches into the inside pocket of her jacket and withdraws the ring from its usual home to place it on the chain.

It’s Mulder’s turn to be surprised, “I didn’t realize you had been carrying it around.”

“I kept the old one in me too, in case I… needed to use it. Unexpectedly.” She slips the ring into its new home and holds it out to him. “Help me put it on?” She requests, even though the chain is long enough for her to clasp before slipping it over her head. She wants him to place the ring where it’s going to stay, so sue her. 

He takes the necklace and she turns around. He brushes her hair off her neck uselessly, and Scully does her best not to shiver at his light touch. He lifts the chain around her head and clasps it. When it’s on, the length of the chain places her wedding ring squarely between her breasts, in the perfect spot to hide from prying eyes. She turns back around to look up to Mulder, and leans into him for an embrace. He holds her tight, and presses a kiss into the top of her head. 

The stress and fear of potentially being separated melts away from her in his arms. It’s her favorite form of peace. 

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#the x files #txf fic #fall into place series #ltwrites #.png #LTW: kind of perfect

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Now if Beanix got thrown back in time he'd instantly become a key witness in a murder case Bratworth is assigned.

He's worse than Larry in 3-5. Active nightmare. Hiding evidence until Bratworth says the magic words. (It is please twice but the third time it's not.) Making him play silly games. Being both super shifty but also Miles Weird girl.

They are handcuffed together for several hours. (Gumshoe you did Not just drop the key down- IM SO SORRY SIR.) (Kinky Edgeworth.) (Shut it.)

The case is solved and during the high of victory Bratworth pins Beanix to the wall and kisses him. Gets his hand under that beanie and knocks it off as Phoenix starts giving it as good as he's getting.

Gasps. Pulls back. All those strange things Phoenix said lining up in a logical checkmate that makes no sense at all. Phoenix grabs him by the base of the skull and pulls him back. "That doesn't make sense." He says, objecting to what hasn't been said. "I'm just Mr. Wrong. Put that away." Kisses like a bite down Edgeworths smooth jaw. "I know your good at locking things away."

Slowly Edgeworth melts back into it. Yes of course that would be absurd. Wrong is too old. It can't be. Snaps back to it to pin those wandering hands. "I am. Do I need to lock these up again?"

They bang in the family restroom in the courthouse.

#bratbean #bratworth #beanix #wrightworth #narumistu #yes the handcuffs Do come out again #Bratworth thinks of that bathroom with smug pride for years #and then hes a bit ashamed of the illegality of it #Shou have taken him to a hotel his back was bad i could have fucked him eight more times #beanix when he gets back Immediately calling Edgeworth like Never have i ever hamdcuffed a man to the courthouse bathroom and ****ed him #Edgeworth: *sputtering horrified* HOW DID YOU oh no