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cabensonsgirly · 3 years

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👼Baby’s got trouble. Don’t know how to live. Don’t want to die. (Cordelia Goode)👼

Cordelia Goode x Fem!reader

👼Part 6 of SP getting reader pregnant👼

👼Slice 8👼

Co-authored with @billiedeannovak even though she will deny it in the court of law.

👼Published on AO3: Read Here👼

👼Wordcount: 1369👼

👼Content: AU, angst, slow-burn, a n g s t, discussion involving death and dying, threats of murder, religious metaphors, pregnancy.👼

👼If this is what it feels like to be a god up on Olympus then you wanted nothing to do with it. You understood Hera preventing other gods and demi-gods from joining them because they were not capable of dealing with the stresses that came from this position, although you knew it was mainly because she was beyond angry that Zeus couldn’t keep his dick to himself.👼

“Fiona? Do you know anything about this Michael Langdon person? He has been awfully inquisitive about mine and Cordelia’s baby as well as her… you know… I don’t trust him.”

“He is a warlock and is apparently in line to become the next Supreme, but his focus seems to be solely on power and domination. Yes, I know that I became rather… tyrannical with power but he is different, there is something about him that is off.”

You let out a sigh and run your fingers through your hair, leaning back in the couch that Cordelia had bought for her office. Cordelia leans forward, steepling her hands, her brows furrowed in thought “Surely there would be no issue with entertaining him long enough for us to fully understand what his agenda is, yes? Witches are notoriously more powerful and cunning than warlocks who believe that just because they are men that they are infinitely better and don’t need any actual skill to wield magic. Our latest girls are extremely talented, so we should be more than well equipped for defence should anything happen.”

Fiona hums, bringing her cigarette to her lips before lighting it, taking a drag before speaking “You have a child to think of, Cordelia, as well as understanding that you are fading which in turn lowers your magical ability. However,” she flicks the ash into the ashtray “I have heard that when witches are with child, their magical ability becomes more powerful. I know this from personal experience too.”

You bite your bottom lip hard and sit up, one of your hands resting on your bump “Then it is settled. We entertain this man until we understand more about what his agenda is. Cordelia, you make sure that you are rested, and I will get Misty to aid you- No Cordelia, this isn’t up for debate. You may be the supreme, but I am your girlfriend and mother to our child, your wellbeing is vital, and we will need you to remain rested and alert. Fiona, I will need you to help me ensure that the girls are still on-track. Are we all on the same page?”

Cordelia stares at you in shock, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink, and Fiona is chuckling to herself as she finishes of her cigarette “Well I’ll take your silence as a yes. I will go extend an invitation to Langdon, things will be moving quickly after that; I don’t think it will take long for him to make his presence known.”

It was odd how the relationship between you and Fiona had developed, but it was pleasant nonetheless and you could see how happy it made Cordelia that her mother and her girlfriend were getting along so well. Although Fiona smoked during the meeting, she often held-back from doing so because she knew second-hand smoke wasn’t healthy for mothers-to-be either, you would tease her about going soft, but you also knew that she wouldn’t hesitate to destroy anyone who hurt her daughter and grandbaby.

“Do we have any failsafes in place if this” you gesture vaguely with your hand “meeting? Goes tits up?” Fiona looks up from the notepad she was writing on “You still have a few weapons from when you were undercover, yes? Those are what will be our failsafes.” You blanche at the reminder, shaking your head “Fiona I- Cordelia doesn’t know I kept them. I can’t do that. I don’t think-“ Fiona cuts you off, her tone leaving no room for argument “You won’t have a choice if things start heading in the wrong direction, Yn. It’s either him or you and your child. Yes Cordelia will be upset that you kept the weapons from her, but she will be grateful that you came out of it alive. These times call for measures we never would have thought we would need to do. Surely you understand that.”

You sigh, shaking your head even though you knew she was right “Death has already made himself comfortable in this home, Fiona… It’s only a matter of time before someone dies.” You could still hear each step of the horse, their hooves sound booming as they come into contact with the hardwood flooring. At night you would see him standing at the foot of the bed before he would turn and leave, you didn’t know if it was because Cordelia would be gone soon or whether there was someone else that would meet their demise. “He could be a warning, Yn. Letting us know that whoever is to walk through that front door is the one to either bring someone’s demise or they will be the one to fall. There are choices we must make, and this time it is vital you make the correct one.”

If this is what it feels like to be a god up on Olympus then you wanted nothing to do with it. You understood Hera preventing other gods and demi-gods from joining them because they were not capable of dealing with the stresses that came from this position, although you knew it was mainly because she was beyond angry that Zeus couldn’t keep his dick to himself. You had another life growing in you, you had to do what was best for this new life as well as for your partner and yourself, and if that meant letting the demons out of the closet in order to protect them, you would do it.

“He’s here.” You and Fiona both look at each other “You go inform Cordelia, I will greet our esteemed guest.” She nods and you make your way down the grand staircase to the entrance, seeing who you assume was Michael Langdon. You force yourself to smile at him, offering your hand to shake his “Pleasure to meet you, Michael. You’re making waves in the community, safe to say you’ve made quite a name for yourself.” He smiles back, and you can see why he had some of the coven members fawning over him, but you weren’t one of them. “All good things I hope. You are being talked about too, although for an entirely different reason. It is rather uncommon for a witch to be with child, more so being impregnated by another witch, the Supreme no less.”

You could feel your skin crawl but you pushed through the sensation, leading him to the sitting room where you both sat down, one of the staff members offering him a drink which he politely declines. “It would be foolish to underestimate anyone it seems, Michael. Why were you so insistent on meeting me? We have nothing to offer you here.” He smiles again except you could see the fire in his eyes, Lucifer. “On the contrary, Yn, you do have something I am interested in.”

“If you say my child, you will regret ever stepping foot in this building, Michael.” He laughs and leans back in the seat, crossing one leg over the other “Let me finish, Yn. Didn’t your mother tell you it was rude to interrupt someone? Oh wait…” he faux pouts “Your mommy and daddy kicked you out. I suggest you listen and listen closely because I will only say this once.” He stands up and moves around the table to where you are, staring down at you. You stare up at him, your jaw set and your gaze unwavering.

“It is either your precious girlfriend that dies, or you give that child to me so that I can ensure that the next Supreme won’t be a damn witch. Haven’t you noticed how few girls you have?” He leans in, his teeth bared in a feral grin, similar to that of a wolfs “Your coven’s days are numbered. Who do you think sent the horseman?” You go to say something but before you can he is gone, the silence broken by a scream of your name by Fiona.

Fiona hasn’t screamed since you came back.

You looked up and saw another horse, fiery and red. You knew that whoever sat upon it would be the one to take peace from the earth, and that one life should take another. You knew what needed to be done.

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waywardnerd67 · 4 years

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Everlasting

Summary: People always said that Hollywood was a whole other world. Soon, (Y/N) was about to find out just how different Hollywood could be. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader Warnings: AU/Fluff/Angst Word Count: 5564 Prompts: “Loving me is a death sentence.” / “We found each other. That’s all that matters.” A/N #1: This is for @supernatural-jackles SPN Bi- Weekly Writing Challenge. Don’t judge me… I’ve been rewatching/rereading Twilight. *ducks from flying objects* A/N #2: Jensen Photo Edit Credited To: @justjensenanddean

I stopped in front of the Stage One door, looking up at the massive building in front of me. The last month had led up to this very day. I was hired on by Warner Brothers to be the Personal Assistant to Jared Padalecki while he filmed in Vancouver. Even though being a PA was a horrible job, working on the set of my favorite TV show was a dream. I had spent my days leading up to my moving to Vancouver training my inner fangirl to be a normal human being.

“Remember they eat, breath, poop just like any other human.” I whispered to myself on the plane ride from my hometown.

“Girl, please! They are sculpted from marble by the hand of God himself. Just don’t embarrass us in front of them. Make a good impression!” She commanded as if I had any control over that.

Now, standing in front of the main sound stage, my stomach coiled into an anxious knot. Trembling I took a step forward through the door and found myself looking into the Men of Letters Bunker. My inner fangirl squealed with delight urging my body to walk through the set.

“Can I help you?” A tall, dark haired man stood with a camera rig around his waist.

I cleared my throat of the large lump forming within it, “Yeah, my name is (Y/N) and it’s my first day as a PA. The studio told me to go to Stage One when I arrived this morning.”

He smiled a soft chuckle coming from his chest, “Oh you must be Jared’s new wrangler. Here I will show you where to go.”

I followed him to a small office building that had on site office staff and writers housed. He pointed me in the direction of Susan, the executive assistant to Jim Michaels. She was on the phone as she waved me into her office. Standing off to the side was another woman with long, wavy blonde hair. Her fit body was covered by a simple pair of dark jeans, soft chocolate sweater and black knee high boots.

She stuck her hand out towards me, “Hi, I’m Ash. You must be Jared’s new PA.”

Shaking her hand I nodded, “I’m (Y/N).”

“I’m so excited you’re here. Now I don’t have to keep my eyes on both of them. I’m Jensen’s PA so you’ll be hanging with me quite a bit.”

Susan ended her call smiling up at the both of us, “Fantastic, you’re here! I will go with you to meet Jared and then you can shadow Ash for this week. How did your move go?”

“As well as could be expected moving from Kansas to Vancouver. My apartment is amazing.” It was the truth. The apartment Warner Brothers provided was twice the size of the one I had in Kansas.

Ash chuckled, “Yeah it’s nice until you have two Texans crashing your place at all hours.”

My eyes must have widened because both ladies began to laugh, “I haven’t told anyone that you are a fan, (Y/N).”

“Oh… yeah…” I felt my cheeks burning and my inner fangirl was doing cartwheels.

“We’ll keep that between us for now. Jensen and Jared will eat you alive if they found out that juicy piece of information.” Ash chuckled as I noticed Susan flinch slightly.

They led me back towards the row of trailers, the first of which, they stopped and knocked on the door. My heart was beating against my chest and my hands began to shake as the door opened. There stood Jared Padalecki in all his 6’4” glory. His chestnut hair damp from a shower, his light gray t-shirt clinging to his sculpted body and the waistband of his boxers peeking out from his low hanging jeans.

I sucked in a shaky breath making Ash chuckled beside me

“Jared this is your new PA, (Y/N). Be nice.” Susan warned, narrowing her eyes at him.

His laughter echoed around them, “I’m always nice. It’s great to meet you (Y/N). Susan and Jim have told me great things about you. Hopefully, we’ll be great friends.” He held out his hand to me.

When I placed mine in his, the heat coming off of it surprised me. The corner of his lips curling upward into a sly smirk. His hazel eyes caught my attention as flecks of emerald and sapphire seemed to shine. He let go of her hand taking a step towards Ash then leaning down to kiss her kiss.

“Now I see why you needed a new PA.” I mentioned as they both smiled at me, “I look forward to working and getting to know you.”

“Me as well. Are you taking her to meet grumpy pants?” Jared looked at Susan who brow was furrowed at the interaction.

Ash groaned, “Oh no, I thought after last night he would be in a better mood.”

Looking from Susan to Ash it seemed everyone was in on the secret except me, “I’m sure we don’t need to bother him before filming. I can always meet him another time.”

“I’ll take her over to meet him. I need to check in with him anyway and it will be a good experience for her.” Ash reached up giving Jared a quick kiss then stepping away from him.

“I think you have this under control, so if you need anything (Y/N) just come to my office. Please check in with me when you’re done with your day.” Susan did not wait for a reply and walked back towards the offices.

Jared chuckled, “You’d think after all this time that she would be used to us. Ugh!” Ash smacked him in the stomach giving him a stern look.

“Come on (Y/N), let’s go meet Jensen.” Ash and I waved goodbye to Jared.

We walked a couple of trailers down and again my heart began to race. I tried taking a few deep breaths to calm down but the moment she knocked on the door all the air in my lungs vanished. The door opened and Jensen Ackles looked down at us.

“Ash, why so early?” His velvet voice sent shivers down my body.

A slight breeze blew past us and his lean body went rigid. His bright olive eyes darkened to a deep forest green. His fists were clenched at his sides and I could see his arms trembling. Jensen narrowed his menacing gaze at me freezing me in place.

“Go. Away. Now.” He seethed going back into his trailer and slamming the door.

Wide eyed and stunned, I turned to Ash who was looking perplexed, “(Y/N) why don’t you go to craft services. Tell them you want Jared’s usually breakfast and bring it back to his trailer. I will meet you there.”

“O-Okay.”

Ash directed me to where craft services were and the wonderful owners started chuckling when I asked for Jared’s usual. I carefully balanced three cups of coffee atop of three styrofoam containers filled to the brim with eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, muffins and a small cup of fruit. Before I could knock, Ash opened the door to let me inside.

“Great job! My first day, I spilled the coffee.” Ash began to open the containers taking some food for herself and one of the coffees.

She handed another one to me with a soft smile, “Where’s Jared?”

“He’ll be back. He’s having a heart to heart with Jensen. For today, I would just stay clear of him.” I nodded sipping my coffee as Jared came back in frowning.

The morning and afternoon flew by as the guys began filming. Taking Ash’s advice, I made sure to stay out of Jensen’s way and even his line of sight. Not that it mattered because he was permanently in a foul mood for the day. Finally, around six o’clock Ash sent me to see Susan saying she could handle the rest of the evening filming.

Making my way to the offices, I had not seen Jensen for a while and as I made my way to Susan’s office I could hear his velvet voice coming from Jim Michaels’ office.

“She has to go.” He hissed, my heart dropping to my stomach.

There was a long sigh, “She comes highly recommended and honestly she is over qualified to even be a PA. She’s smart, talented and in need of getting her foot in the door. You better than anyone know that starts from the lower level. Did she do something or see something?”

Jensen let out a dark chuckle, “She hasn’t seen anything. She seems naive.”

“Then what’s the problem Jensen?”

There was a long pause before he answered, “She exists, that's the problem.”

I had heard enough and walked towards Susan’s door knocking before entering her office. She was packing up for the day when she looked up smiling at me, “How’d it go?”

I put on my best smile, “Jared and Ash are great. Even Misha behaved himself.”

“Jensen?” She inquired looking as if she were trying to see under my mask.

I squared my shoulders back determined to make this work, “Fine. I know my place and will keep my distance. He’s not who I have to worry about, so all that matters is how I keep Jared on time and in line.”

Susan seemed impressed by my answer then pulled out a manila envelope from her briefcase, “Legal didn’t have this drawn up at the time of your hiring. You will need to read this over and sign it by tomorrow morning.”

I took it from her, “Of course. I will have it for you first thing in the morning. Have a good night.”

Walking out of her office, I made sure Jensen was nowhere in sight. Feeling confident he was gone, I made my way towards my car. Looking down towards the ground as I walked past the row of trailers, I did not notice the black SUV behind me. The honk startled me as I tripped over my own feet landing firmly on my ass.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Just needed you to move over a little.” I recognized the driver as Jared and Jensen’s bodyguard/driver, Clif.

The back window slid down as I stood up and Jensen’s dark eyes pierced through me. As they began to pull away I swore I heard a low hiss coming from him. I hurried to my car and drove off the lot as fast as I could. It was not until I was on the highway that my fired nerves finally started to calm down. I knew there was nothing special about me but having my favorite actor despise me sapped all hope out of my heart.

Once I was parked in my spot at my apartment building, I was standing at the elevator when the doors slid open revealing once again the gorgeous man who seemingly hated me.

“Are you following me?” He asked, walking directly at me glaring.

I stepped back, “No I-I’m not. The studio is renting an apartment for me here. I h-had no idea you lived here until Ash mentioned it this morning.”

He ran his hand over his sandy, brown hair, “Why did you take this job?”

His question took me by surprise for a moment, deciding honesty was the best policy, “I wanted to be a part of my favorite show and I wanted to learn more about the business. No better way than to start at ground level and work my way up.”

“Favorite show, huh? So, you like monsters?” He chuckled as if he had told himself a joke.

“The monsters are cool, I guess. I’m more invested in the story of the brothers. Plus there’s no romance in Supernatural which is nice.” I watched as his shoulders relaxed briefly.

His eyes glanced around then came back to me, “You don’t like a love story?”

“No. I’ve had my heart broken too many times. I’d rather escape into a world of monsters than deal with matters of the heart.” My own heart betraying me as it thumped against my ribs.

Standing in front of him now, Jensen was truly striking. His sharp facial features, fair skin, plump red lips and muscular body had my own body aching in ways it had not in years. He was beautiful.

“I should go.” He abruptly left walking off towards the street.

As soon as he was out of sight, I sucked in a deep breath willing my body to move towards the elevator. That night my dreams were filled with dark alleyways and forest green eyes.

Over the next several weeks, I fell into a regular routine on set with Jared and Ash. I kept to my word that I avoided Jensen at any cost, but had noticed he was continually coming around me more. At first, I thought it was just because of Jared, but then I noticed he was coming around when he was not needed on set.

My inner fangirl was urging and encouraging me to talk to him. Then my first time meeting Jensen flashed through my mind and kept me far away from him. The last day of filming for the week was a night shoot. Ash and I were constantly running to get coffee for ourselves and the crew to stay warm. Jared every once in a while would pull us both into a bear hug allowing his body heat to warm us up. We were in the middle of a forest as Jared and Misha were filming a scene and I was trying everything in my power not to chatter my teeth.

“You’re going to freeze to death.” His smooth voice brought heat to my cheeks.

I pulled my coat around me tighter, “I-I’ll be al-alright.”

His perfect lips pursed together before he slid his jacket off his shoulders, “Here take this,” He stepped just close enough to drape his large jacket over my shoulders.

“T-Thank you.” I slipped my arms inside surprised that it was slightly chilled still.

We stood there in silence watching as Jared purposely messed with Misha’s takes, “Children.” Jensen muttered as I chuckled.

In a rare moment I witnessed him smile brief and my inner fangirl sighed gracefully falling onto a lounge chair, “You have a great smile. It’s nice to see it.”

Jensen rolled his eyes, “Yes well, I’ve recently come to the realization that instead of trying to fight fate I should just embrace her cruel destiny.”

I raised an eyebrow at him confused, but decided it was better I remain silent. What did he mean by fighting fate? What destiny? My heart began to race as hope filled my chest. There was something about the way he had been acting and what he said that gave me hope he was talking about me. The director wrapped for the night and we made the trip back to the studio.

Just as my luck has always been, when I got to my car it would not start. I was one of the last people to leave the studio in the early hours of the morning. Trying to decide if it was worth calling a cab or just sleeping in my car. I was leaning towards the latter of the two.

“Everything okay?”

I yelped turning quickly to see Jensen stopped in his car, “Jesus, you scared me.”

He chuckled before shutting his car off and coming towards mine. He lifted the hood and began checking through everything, “Looks like it could be your starter or alternator. We can have one of the mechanics look at it Monday morning.”

I sighed heavily, “Great… just great.”

“Come on, I can give you a ride back to our building.” His genuine smile dazzled me for a moment as he closed up my car and went to open the door to his car for me, “(Y/N)?”

“Um, yeah that would be great. Thank you.” I got into his car shivering from how cold it was inside.

Jensen turned on the heat and took off down the main street towards the highway. His large hands gripped the steering wheel tightly but the rest of his body seemed relaxed. A wave of fear crashed into a wave of excitement of being in close proximity to him. My inner fangirl and mine’s curiosity was getting the better of us from earlier.

“What did you mean by embracing fate’s cruel destiny?” I thought maybe he had not heard me as a silent tension filled the air between us.

“Did you sign the NDA they drew up for you?” Answering a question with a question was a pet peeve of mine but I let it slide.

I turned slightly in my seat, “Yes, though I don’t understand why I needed to sign one. It was clearly stated in my new hire paperwork not to speak of any upcoming episodes or scripts.”

Again, his soft laughter had an edge to it, “The NDA has nothing to do with the show or network. It is something our managers and agents have in place to protect us.”

“You mean protect you and Jared? Why would you two need protecting?” Suddenly images of Jensen starring in his very own version of Fifty Shades of Grey filled my mind and my cheeks burned.

We were approaching our exit and I knew my time would be up with him, but I did not want to leave. He remained silent until he parked in his space within our garage. He turned towards me, his eyes downcast and shoulders slumped forward. If I had not known any better, I would have thought he was upset or in pain.

“Jensen, anything you or Jared would tell me or I would see would strictly be between us. I don’t need a NDA to keep private matters private. I have more respect for both of you that I would never want anyone running your names through the mud of public opinion.”

I reached out my fingers briefly brushing against the back of his smooth skin. A small gasp escaped my lips from how cold he was even with his heater on. He pulled his hand away from me quickly getting out of his car. I followed him towards the main street where he finally stopped.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” He held up his hand to silence me.

Turning back towards me, his eyes were dark once again but not threatening unlike when we first met. No, there was something else. Something I did not recognize, but it made my heart race with anticipation.

“Tomorrow, I promise to explain everything. I will come by to get you around ten o’clock.” Jensen hesitantly brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek and instinctively I gravitated towards his embrace.

He quickly took off down the sidewalk leaving me with a million questions and yearning I had never felt before. In a daze I made up to my apartment and into my bed. Sleep did not come easy and when it did my dreams were vivid, sensual.

True to his word, there was a knock on my door at ten o’clock on the dot. I opened my door inviting him in as I finished getting ready.

“I’m sorry about my place being a mess.” I mumbled going back into my room to grab my coat.

I heard me laugh, “Quite alright, I mean Jared’s place is a pigsty.”

When I walked back out, I watched as his bright olive eyes traveled the length of my body. I nervously fidget with the strings on my coat as a slow smirk spread across his face. Jensen was dressed in a simple black hoodie, dark denim pants and black boots. A pair of dark Ray Bans hanging from the collar of his hoodie. Even dressed down he looked like a runway model.

We walked to the elevator, an empty car arriving, and as we stepped in the tension between us was nearly unbearable. I shifted from one foot to the next avoiding his intense gaze. With lightning speed, Jensen had me caged against the wall and his lips pressed against my throat.

“Jen-Jensen…” I sighed breathlessly as he dragged his nose up my neck to under my ear.

“Dammit, I promised myself I would not lose control around you, but…” he paused taking a deep breath in making my legs tremble, “you smell divine.”

As quickly as the moment had happened it was over as the elevator doors opened. Jensen was on the other side of the car looking unphased by what had happened. Whereas I was trying to remember how to breath and walk at the same time. His low chuckle and smug smirk made me smack his rock hard bicep.

“Ow.” I muttered making him laugh even harder. The pain was worth it to hear his musical laughter.

Instead of going to the garage, Jensen led me towards the sidewalk. He slid his dark sunglasses over his beautiful eyes and pulled his hood up over his head. I figured this was so no one would recognize him from the show. We walked side by side towards a nearby park. Our hands would brush against one another until finally he took mine in his pulling me closer to him. Leading me to a spot just off the Vancouver Harbor.

The sun was shining bright warming my skin then a cold breeze from the water would make me shiver. We sat at a clear spot sitting silently next to one another staring out over the water. Jensen gently pulled me into his side and draped his arm around my shoulder.

“Well, this is much better than when I first met you.” I whispered leaning my head on his shoulder.

I felt him press his lips and nose against the top of my head inhaling deeply, “Yes, well when we first met I wasn’t expecting you to be so… appealing.”

I sat up looking at him, “What does that mean? I feel like you are talking around me and I don’t like that.”

He sighed, pulling his hood down further as the sun shined brightly over us, “It’s only because the truth would send you running far, far away.”

“I told you, anything you tell me is between us. You have my word and a signed NDA for a safety net.” My inner fangirl and I were desperate to know what secret he was holding back. She was practically jumping on the lounger within my mind.

“When Eric Kripke came up with the idea of Supernatural, he had no idea how close to being right he was.” He pulled his sunglasses down his piercing out looking over them.

I swallowed the small lump lodge in my throat, “So you’re saying that supernatural creatures are real or that hunters are real?”

He smiled, pushing his glasses back up, “I guess hunters could be real, but then humans would have to acknowledge the fact that monsters were real.”

“Monsters… like you?” Suddenly a lot of his behaviors were making sense even if my mind could not wrap around the fact that monsters were real.

He nodded, “Does that scare you?”

“No.” My answer came quick and firm. I was not afraid of him. I knew he would never harm me. Somewhere deep within my heart and soul, I knew I was right where I belonged.

“You should be. I’m a dangerous creature even more so than Jared.” He looked out towards the water, “Mainly because Jared is just a big dog. All cute and cuddly as Ash would say.”

“Jared is a… werewolf?” I could not quite believe the words coming from my mouth, but his nod answered my question, “Then you are…”

Jensen faced me baring his teeth as his fangs grew slightly longer than the rest. I sucked in a breath as he closed his mouth, “Now you’re afraid.”

“No. More mesmerized than anything. You’re… you’re a vampire.” The awe in my voice could not be helped. I spent most of my life reading grand tales of mythical creatures and humans falling in love with them. Now, I was in the middle of my own fairytale.

He scoffed, “Mesmerized? I’m an undead murderer and you're in awe of it.” He looked away in disgust.

“I’m in awe of you. You’re obviously drawn to my scent and yet here you sit next to me. You could have ended me at any time these last few weeks but you haven’t. Hell, in the elevator that could have been it, but all you did was… kiss my neck. I’m in awe of your strength and will power.”

Jensen's expression softened and he pulled me back into his side, “It’s difficult being around you. When I first met you, I had never wanted a human so much in my life. First it was my primal need, but now…”

“Now what?” My heart skipped a beat as hope filled my chest.

“Now, I have this overwhelming need to protect you and be by your side always.” His jaw clenched as he spoke the words.

I reached up brushing my hand against his cheek, “Why is that so hard for you to say?”

He leaned into my touch, “Loving me is a death sentence. The thought of losing you is insufferable.”

Jensen’s forehead pressed against mine as I whispered, “We found each other. That’s all that matters.”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that right?” He chuckled, easily lifting me onto his lap and wrapping his arms around me.

“I’ve been called worse. Tell me more about your life.”

For the next several hours, Jensen told me all about his life from his rebirth in 1920 to how he and Jared became best friends. I hung on every word of every story he told and it was not until my stomach began to growl from hunger that he finally stopped.

“You should eat.” He easily picked me up as he stood and set my feet on the ground.

I looked away from him, the anxiety building in my chest knowing we would have to part ways soon. He laced his fingers through mine and led me back towards the main sidewalk. When we arrived at our building, I was having a difficult time keeping the tears that threatened to fall back. Once again, as we stepped into the elevator, the air tightened around us.

“What is it about elevators?” he muttered making me laugh as the very thought had gone through my head.

When we went past my floor, I looked over and saw a smile on his face. We stopped at the very top floor both sighing as we exited the elevator. He pulled out his keys and opened the door for apartment 1520.

“I thought it was only fair if you saw my place as well.” Jensen held the door open for me as I walked in.

The layout was open and bright with one wall being all windows. His furniture was dark gray with steel blue and navy accent pillows. He had a big flat screen TV with a few game consoles. What caught her by surprise was the wall of records and record player he had. I turned back around to see him anxiously watching me.

“Not what I expected from a vampire.” I walked towards his flawless kitchen and looked untouched which I guess was to be expected.

“Were you expecting a coffin and velvet?” His smile was infectious as I nodded.

Taking off my coat, I sat down on his couch as he walked off towards his bedroom. Jensen came back in with his tablet and a blanket. He placed the blanket over my and sat next to me.

“Order whatever you would like for dinner. Don’t worry about paying for it because I insist.” He chuckled as I rolled my eyes.

Deciding to order from my favorite pizza place I handed him the tablet to put his payment information in, “What do you eat?”

“Finally! The question I have been waiting for all day.” He exclaimed, “Are you sure you want to know?”

I nodded, “If I’m diving head first into oblivion then I want to know everything.”

“Brave woman. I still drink blood, but that which is donated. There are certain organizations within the acting community that are set up for actors such as myself. We go to grab our supply of ‘food’ and then we store it in our homes.” He pointed back towards the refrigerator, “All of it is from blood drives once the hospital receives its share then we buy the remainder.”

It was better than him stealing blood like Benny in Supernatural or drinking animal blood like Edward in Twilight, “Oh okay then. At least I won’t be surprised if I open the fridge now.”

There was a sad undertone in his laugh, but I chose to ignore it, “What about Jared and Ash?”

“Ash is human, but she seemingly blossomed at the end of last season. Jared was immediately drawn to her and they spent most of the summer at his cabin near Red Rock Point, Montana.” Jensen bit his lip smirking.

“Why?” I knew there was more to what he was saying but he seemed almost embarrassed to speak of it.

He sighed pulling me closer to him, “If you had asked me that question a month ago I would have given you a snarky answer about not being able to control his inner animal, but now… now I know better.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, “Meaning…”

“Every few months, Jared would go into what he calls a rut. His need to procreate becomes overwhelming and he has to be off on his own as a wolf to deal with it. Now, he found his mate and one weekend a month they will go off to his cabin to… you know…”

My inner fangirl was begging on her knees for Jensen to say the words out loud but I just nodded, “I get it. Why is it now that you know better than before?”

I looked up into his shining eyes captivated as he leaned closer to me, “Because now I know exactly how Jared felt when he found Ash.”

His perfect full lips were inching closer to mine. My tongue darted out over them just before his were going to touch them then his door intercom buzzed. A small growl escaped his lips as he quickly got up buzzing the delivery man in. I found myself trying to take deep breaths to collect myself as my inner fangirl was hyperventilating.

“Dinner is served.” He said placing the box down on the table.

“I’m not hungry right now.” I said as he sat back down next to me.

He laughed, “Eat before the alien in your stomach pops out and eats the pizza for you.”

I narrowed my eyes at him before lifting the box open and grabbing a slice. Settling back into his side, he turned on his Netflix account. His fingertips trailing down my arm as I took a bite.

As I was taking a second bite he leaned in whispering into my ear, “There will be plenty of time to test my will power later.”

I shivered, truly no longer hungry for food. I placed the piece of pizza back in the back turning towards him, “What would happen if I took initiative and kissed you?”

He turned into a stone statue as he stared at me, “That would be a very dangerous thing to do.” He spoke slowly with a hint of challenge in his tone.

My inner fangirl was cheering me on as I pushed the blanket onto the floor and swung my leg over his lap sitting on his thighs. His ice cold hands gripped my hips as I leaned down my lips hovering his. There was a brief moment where time stood still then it was as if a rubber band snapped. His lips crashed against me and his arms wrapped around my waist holding me against him. He groaned as if in pain and I pulled away from him.

“Since I’m breaking all my rules and going to hell…” He whispered and in a flash we were both tumbling onto his bed.

That night was the best one of my life. Jensen may be a primal killer but with me he was nothing short of a gentle lover. I knew from that moment, I would do anything to remain at his side forever. Just like every cliche movie or book trope where the meek, naive woman falls in love with a monster that has a heart gold. I found myself in their exact shoes desiring an everlasting love affair with a vampire.

On Monday, when Jensen and I arrived at the studio, Jared and Ash were waiting by his trailer. No words were spoken between them but by the smiles on their faces I could tell they knew what was going on between Jensen and I.

“You owe me twenty bucks Padalecki.” I heard Ash as Jared grumbled.

Jensen and I laughed as we walked to the studio building to meet with the executive producers and legal team concerning our newly starting relationship together.

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Press (Spencer Reid x Wife! Reader)

Request; Reader talks to William Reid about the death of Riley Jenkins twenty years ago. William finds out the reader is his daughter in law and that he has a granddaughter and an upcoming grandchild that no one told him about

I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all enjoy reading :)

“Hello Mr. Reid,” You open the door to the small gray room, dropping a file onto the table in the middle of the room and sinking down in one of the two chairs, “I’m agent (Maiden/Last/Name) with the BAU, and I have some questions for you,”

“I feel like this is completely unfair,” William crosses his arms, leaning back in his seat, “Showing I did nothing,”

“I’ll make you a deal, William,” You brush hair from your face, opening the file to show Williams information, “You can ask me any five questions you want, with a full response by me, but, I get to ask you five questions back with truthful answers,”

Williams eyes scan your face when you look up at him, huffing a breath and rolling his shoulders, “Fine,” He sits up, propping it arms on the table in front of him, “You married?”

You lick your lips, eyes drifting to the window feet away, “Yes, I am. Almost a year,”

“Any children?” William watches you glance down at the file and cross your arms over top of each other, eyes moving to stare at the bump on your stomach,

“Yes, a daughter, and an unborn child. Her name is (Daughter/Name). (D/N) Reid,”

“Reid?” Williams back straightens, eyeing you with narrowed lids, “Are you married to my son?”

“Yes sir, I am,” You sigh, “You have two more questions,”

“All this time I had a daughter in law and a grandchild. Why didn’t Spencer tell me?” William frowns, your lips pressing together as you glance at the two way mirror behind you,

“Well you haven’t been in Spencer’s life for almost twenty years. Spencer thought you didn’t care,” You face your father in law, drumming your fingers on your arms, “Would you like to make this last question count?”

“When can I meet my granddaughter?” William leans forward, Spencer ducking his head down and looking through the mirror. Even with the genuine look upon his face, Spencer felt as if William didn’t actually care.

“You’ll have to ask your son that question,” You click your tongue, and flick your eyes between his, “Mr. Reid, why did you leave twenty years ago?”

“It was my choice,” William shrugs once, and you frown, sighing deeply through your nose,

“Was it because of Diana?” You ask softly, noting Williams shoulders locking,

“No. Diana has nothing to do about it. We just didn’t know how to talk to one another,”

You nod, sitting back and running a hand down your six month bumped stomach, “What about Spencer? Could he have been the reason?”

“No. God, no,” William shakes his head briefly, “If anything he’s what almost kept us together,”

“Thank you for your time Mr. Reid,” You stand up, lifting the file and straightening the papers, “Agent Rossi will speak with you momentarily,”

“You still have two more questions,” William raises an eyebrow, and you copy his expression,

“I got what I need,” You step back, turning and exiting the small room to the other side of the mirror, “Rossi,”

“What do you mean you got everything you need?” Rossi steps towards you, eyeing you handing him the file and cupping your hands at your stomach,

“I need to talk to your mom, Spence,” You look at your husband, “If that’s okay with you both,”

“Of course,” Spencer exhales, “She loves your company,”

You smile, allowing Spencer to take your hand and pull you from the large office,

“What is that girl up to?” Rossi looks over to Hotch, whose eyes follow you out of the room swiftly,

“I don’t know. But she might be the answer to the case,”

. . .

The home is quiet. Most elders are in the main room playing chess or chatting among themselves, but Diana Reid sat in her room, staring at the low sounded television,

Spencer knocks gently on the cracked door, pushing it open all the way so Diana looked up, spotting Spencer with you next to him,

“Spencer,” Diana smiles brightly at her son, Spencer’s grip at your fingers tightening as he smiles back, sliding his hand to your lower back,

“Hi mom. Y/N came here to talk to you if that’s okay,”

“Oh of course,” Diana reaches out her hand, allowing you to take it and sit next to her at the end of her bed, “How is my grand baby number two doing?”

You laugh softly, watching her release your hand to place hers at your stomach, humming at a rough kick to your child’s grandmothers hand,

“He’s doing great,” You reply, grin widening when Diana looks up sharply, gasping,

“It’s a boy?” You nod quickly, Diana exhaling an excited laugh as she grabs Spencer’s hand and squeezes, “Oh my goodness, we got another Spencer on the way,”

Spencer smiles warmly at his mother’s excitement, your smile slowly fading as you put your hand over Diana’s, drawing her attention to you, “Diana, can I ask you about a man named Gary Michaels?”

“Gary Michaels?” Diana meets your eyes, looking away in a thinking motion, “Most of my memory is fuzzy,”

“Please, Diana,” You lift her hand to cup it between yours, “It is really important, it’s regarding William,”

“William? Oh God, what did he do now?” Diana shakes her head, and you swiftly glance at Spencer,

“Nothing, as long as we know about Gary. Can you try to think back? What was he like?” You shift, rubbing your stomach at a cramp, “Was he good with kids?”

“Oh, no,” Diana shakes her head, and you lower her hand and blink,

“What did he do, Diana? Who’s clothes were William burning twenty years ago?”

“This is what this is about?” Diana pulls her hand away, eyes narrowing, “I don’t know what’s going on with William but that was over twenty years ago. I can barely remember what I had for breakfast,”

You exhale through your nose, Spencer taking your arm to help you stand,

“I thought you came to just visit your mother in law,” Diana stands up, crossing her arms, “But I’m just being used for a case,”

“No, Diana,” You protest, stopping when she throws a hand up,

“Please leave,” Diana steps back, disappearing into her bathroom. You swallow, looking up at Spencer and putting a hand to your stomach, “Did I make her upset? I-,”

“Hey,” Spencer cups the side of your head, directing your eyes to his, “You didn’t upset her, I promise,”

You frown, Spencer murmuring quick words against your lips before leading you to the door, shouting a quick goodbye to his mother before shutting the door gently

. . .

“You alright? You seem tense,”

You look away from where you bit at your thumb nail, eyes staring at Derek next to you of the two way mirror,

“Yeah,” You sigh, drifting your eyes to William on the other side of the mirror, “But Diana knows something about Gary Michaels. I mentioned him and William to her and she told us to leave,”

“This kind of stress isn’t good for baby Spence,” Derek turns, hand at the side of your stomach,

“This job isn’t good for baby Spence,” You choke out a laugh, shaking your head, “William wants to meet (D/N),”

“And what does Spencer have to say about it?” Derek raises an eyebrow, eyes flicking between yours,

“He wants William to have nothing to do with the kids,” You look down at your painfully large stomach, “But hes their grandpa. They deserve to at least know who he is as a human being,”

“So you’re going to go against Spencer’s wishes?” Derek leans back, watching you lift a hand to continue biting,

“Is it bad I already sent Emily back for (D/N) on the jet?” You smile nervously, Derek frowning,

“You need to at least let Spencer know, let him be in the room with you,”

“Let me know what?”

You turn around at your husbands voice, eyes landing on Spencer at the door of the office.

“Spence,” You move forward, sliding your arms at his torso so his own hands could place themselves at your stomach, “Emily’s on her way back from home with (D/N),”

“Why is she bringing her up here?” Spencer looks at Derek, then down at you,

You bite your lip, “I’m allowing William to meet her,” You exhale, watching Spencer’s face fall at your words,

“I thought we agreed he wouldn’t have anything to do with her or the baby,” Spencer murmurs, your frown visible as you curl your fingers into his business suit,

“I know, but,” You shrug, “It will only be a brief visit. My parents weren’t here to meet (D/N), William And Diana are the only grandparents the kids will have,”

“Bad timing?” You look around Spencer to see Emily at the doorway, your four month old daughter in her arm,

“No, no,” You pull away from Spencer, peeling the girl from Emily and kissing her cheek, “Hi sweetheart,”

“At least put them in a bigger area,” Spencer pleas, kissing the top of (D/N)s head and glancing at his father through the two way mirror, “I don’t want them in such a small room,”

“Of course, we have a bigger office,” The sheriff of the town you stayed in mods, crossing his arms, “You all go ahead, I’ll get William,”

. . .

“Spence, calm down,” You slide your hand to Spencer’s arm, squeezing to stop the drum of his fingers against the table,

“Sorry,” Spencer sighs, smiling at the girl in his lap chewing on her pacifier, “I just don’t know about this,”

“He’ll be handcuffed,” You whisper, “What’s the worse he could do?”

“You’re right,” Spencer grasps your hand, squeezing and looking up when the door creaks open,

Your eyes find Diana, her arm linked with Williams,

“Mom,” Spencer stands up, eyes flicking between his parents, “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to tell the truth, of course,” Diana grunts, leading William to the other side of the table from you,

William inhales, eyes landing on (D/N) yawning from Spencer’s lap, “Is this her? My granddaughter?”

“Um, yeah,” Spencer looks down at the toddler, who blinks her brown eyes at the two people in front of her, quickly looking over at you to make sure you were still there, “Dad, this is (D/N),”

At the mention of her name, (D/N) faces forward, William smiling and lifting a hand to wave at her,

“God, she looks just like you Spencer,” William exhales, Spencer cracking a smile and watching his daughter pat the table, squealing,

“Five minutes William,” The sheriff grunts from the door, William glancing at him and frowning,

“What’s this one going to be?” He points at your bump, where Spencer’s hand subconsciously rested at the lower area,

“A boy,” You breathe, smiling at Spencer, “We have a mini Spencer coming soon,”

“He’ll probably look like you,” William grunts, “But have his fathers brain I’m sure,”

“Oh, no, that’s definitely (D/N),” You laugh softly, “Four months old and already crawling,”

William chuckles, frowning when the Sheriff begins you crossed his arms and jerks his head to the side,

“You’ll bring him to visit me, won’t you?” William asks hopefully, looking over when a guard jerks him up from his chair,

“We’ll try,” Spencer watches his father leave the room, turning (D/N) to press against his chest when her head lulls to the side in exhaustion, hand resting at her back to soothe her,

“Diana,” You sit forward, “Can you tell me everything you know about Gary Michaels?”

. . .

“We don’t have to,”

You lean against the doorway of your toddlers nursery, Spencer looking up from where he leaned over the crib to place your daughter down,

“Do what?” He whispers, placing the small blanket over her body and moving towards you,

“Introduce him to William,” You put a hand on your stomach, looking up at your husband, “We can wait a couple months- Years,”

Spencer scans your eyes, hands cupping your stomach, “I want him to meet the baby soon. He seemed genuinely excited about seeing the kids,”

“He was,” You smile, sliding your hands to Spencer’s face as his wrap at your lower back, “He loves them,”

“I just wish he was there for me in the beginning. Our marriage, your pregnancy with (D/N),” Spencer sighs, closing his eyes when he leans down to meet your forehead,

“I know Spence,” You murmur against his lips, leaning against the doorframe behind you, “Come on, let’s try not to wake her up,”

“What do you have in mind, Mrs. Reid?” Spencer takes your hand, allowing you to lead him to your bedroom a couple doors down,

You grin at your husband, humming when he closes your bedroom door, your back pressing up against it

#spencer reid #spencer reid wife #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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hii! can I get some michael/reader fluff and smut headcanons???

also you're cool, I like your blog‼️🖤

You’re cool! Thank you so much friend 💞

I love telling people about my headcanons of the adult Goths😵‍💫 I just have so many headcanons about how they act now that they’re grown up

I hope you enjoy!

~~~~~~

SFW:

- Michael is so sweet to you

- He literally worships the ground that you walk on

- He memorizes every little thing about you, your favorite song, favorite book, the way you order food

- He just loves you a lot

- If you’re taking a shower and still want some privacy, he sits right outside the bathroom door, strumming his guitar and singing to you as you bathe

- There’s not a single minute of the day that your tall, curly headed, goth goofball isn’t right up your ass

- If you go shopping, he goes shopping

- If you’re tired, he’s laying all over you on the bed as you try to nap

- And God forbid if you ever have to work from home

- He’ll constantly be bothering you, playing with your hair, stealing kisses every time he walks by you

- He’s just a big ol’ scary looking puppy

- But he loves you, and he just wants to show you how much he loves you

- Please gib him luv 🥹

NSFW:

- Gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets

- My man has the libido of a rabbit, and whenever he has a problem, you’re the answer that winds up getting dragged to the bedroom 3 times a day

- He loves when you’re laid back, hands tangled in his hair as he goes down on you

- The pulling of his hair, your moans and gasps, the way you wiggled when you were becoming overstimulated just sparked something inside of him

- He has a breeding kink, so be warned

- Michael can go for hours on end, only stopping when the only sound you can make is senseless babbles

- He’s an aftercare king, so after he’s finished absolutely demolishing you, he’s spooning you, praising how good you did for him

- Expect him to fuck you dumb at least 7 days a week

- He just never gets tired of your face, your body, you

#sp goth kids #south park goth kids #sp fanfiction #south park headcanons #south park michael #sp michael #sp michael x reader #south park michael x reader

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onyx66 · 2 years

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Pre-goth Michael

Isn’t he cute? 🖤🥺

I headcannon that his real mom loves dressing up her little son in light-academia or preppy uniforms. Michael hates remembering the time he was a conformist but chooses not to forget them because that was during the time his mother was still with him.

This is also something I drew when Michael was still a kid in my fanfic Don’t Leave Me.

#goth kids #michael south park #goth kids south park #south park #michael #tall goth #south park fanart #sp michael #michael sp #yandere michael (south park)#south park headcanons #goth kids headcanons #Don’t Leave Me (Yandere Michael x reader)#DLM #south park fanfiction

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keiziahknight1886 · 4 years

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[Change (A Connor x Reader story based on Detroit: Become Human)]

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

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NOV 6TH, 2038 PM 08:02:43

When she left, she got a notification on her smartwatch about a message. When she checked, Connor had sent her the address of Eden Club even though he knew she had access to the report, she sighed and thought that maybe it was his way of making it up to her.

When Y/n arrived at the Eden Club and parked her car at the side of the club, there were already officers in the area. They had finished making sure that there were signs of police investigation currently going on in the area and had police androids out on standby.

She entered and cringed at all the almost naked android standing in tubes or dancing in poles, as she made it pass the entrance she saw Gavin and Chris along with Collins. They were questioning the owner of the establishment but they notice her walk in.

"Well if it isn't Detroit's finest." Gavin smirked at her and she let out a small chuckle.

"Evening, gentlemen. Care to fill me in?"

The four of them continued to ask questions but soon after, checked the room. Y/n swept the area and saw the body of the dead man and an android on the floor, she found the wallet of Michael Graham containing pictures of his family and his I.D along with other cards and papers. She examined everything and was in her own little detective world until it was disrupted by Gavin's voice.

"Lieutenant Anderson and his plastic pet... The f**k are you two doin' here?"

"I've been assigned all cases involving androids along with Detective Anderson, the Lieutenant is here to help."

"Help? Ha! Don't make me laugh. You're wasting your time. Y/n and I both know this is just some pervert who, uh, got more action than he could handle."

"Reed." Y/n's voice cut through their conversation like a knife and Gavin pulled back immediately.

"Fine. Come on, let's go... It's, uh, starting to stink of booze in here..."

"Night, Lieutenant, Y/n." Chris said goodbye as he followed Gavin who walked out.

Y/n rolled her eyes as Gavin walked away but gave a small wave to Chris, she continued to check more crime details on the tablet she's now holding and completely didn't acknowledge the two's presence, she just continued working.

"Hey, uh... Y/n?" Her father called out to her but she just replied coldly.

"If you plan on investigating feel free to do so."

Connor looked over to Y/n who was also ignoring him and it made his LED turn yellow, he didn't pay much attention to what was bothering him and started analyzing and collecting data. Y/n, on the other hand, followed through procedure and informed them of all the details she had collected.

"Bruising on the neck suggests signs of strangulation but could also have been rough play."

Y/n saw Connor analyze the androids blood and she saw her father cringe. Apparently checking for samples in real time was something he could do and although it was helpful it still wasn't pleasing to look at.

"Is it possible for you to somehow read its memory? Try to see what happened?" She asked and he took the android's arm.

"I can try..." He did but failed. "The only way to access its memory is to reactivate it."

"Think you can do it?" Hank asked as the two Andersons watched him.

"It's badly damaged... If I can it'll only be for a minute, maybe less..."

Connor was able to successfully reactivate the android and she immediately scurried away in fear of everyone in the room. Y/n took the first approach and kneeled down to her to show no harm.

"Calm down, we're not here to hurt you."

"Is he... Is he dead?" The female android asked and this time, Connor knelt beside Y/n which made her let him take the lead.

"Tell us what happened."

"He started... hitting me... again... and again... I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't."

"Did you kill him?" Connor asked and she was quick to deny.

"No... no, it wasn't me..."

"Were you alone in the room? Was there anyone else with you?"

"He wanted to play with two girls... That's what he said, there were two of us..."

"What model was the other android? Did it look like you?"

It was too late and the android had shut down. The room was quiet and the two stood up.

"So, there was another android... This happened over an hour ago, it's probably long gone..." Hank stated but Y/n spoke up in rebuttal.

"No, it won't be able to go out unnoticed dressed like that... And, seeing as the victim's clothes are still here it didn't take it as cover either."

"It might still be here." Connor concluded with her.

"Think you can find a deviant among all the other androids in this place?"

Y/n and Connor looked at each other, she gave him a nod which, although did not statistically increase their chance of finding it, gave him a boost of what he could only describe as confidence in humans.

"Let's start with an eyewitness." Y/n looked at Hank who nodded.

"I'll go ask the manager a few questions about what he saw. You guys let me know if you think of anything... And, Y/n?.." Hank looked back to Y/n who avoided his eyes, he pursed his lips, didn't continue whatever he was going to say and just left.

Y/n and Connor walked out after him and Y/n saw Connor approach one of the androids in a tube. She saw him stare at the android and thought that maybe he was somewhat interested but Y/n also knew that Connor was very dedicated to the investigation and the fact that he was an android who could not feel anything was a fact.

She didn't know why but she was somewhat relieved about her own assessment that Connor wouldn't be interested in a sexy female android, she disregarded it though, and a thought crossed her mind.

"Connor, you can probe an androids memory, right?"

"Correct."

Connor looked at Y/n who raised a brow at him, it seemed that they were thinking of the same thing and Connor tried to scan his hand in order to purchase it. It wasn't successful as it needed finger prints and he looked at Y/n who was still looking at the android.

"What are you two doing, staring at that thing?"

"We're planning on having Connor scan it to see if it saw something."

"Y/n, I need you to rent this Traci." Connor stated and he saw her expression turn to that of disgust.

"Really? It needs to be rented to open?"

"Unfortunately so."

Y/n sighed and Connor saw Hank walk up to him.

"Don't worry, I'll do it." Hank proceeds to rent it while muttering how it won't look good on his expense account.

Connor heard a snort and he looked at Y/n who was now looking at her father with a smile on her face and trying to stop herself from laughing. She seemed to find the Lieutenant's trouble amusing and he noticed that this was the first time he's heard her snort, if he were to describe it he would say it was rather adorable.

"Delighted to meet you. Follow me, I'll take you to your room." The android spoke and started walking.

Y/n nodded to Connor who then walked over to the android and probed it, after a few seconds Connor looked back to Y/n with revelation.

"It saw something. The deviant left the room... It was a blue-haired Traci."

"Crap, they have a policy about wiping android's memories every two hours." Y/n stated while Connor hurriedly looked around.

"That means we only have a few minutes if we wanna find another witness!"

"Then lead the way, Connor."

Their search began with Connor scanning android after android, Hank had been the one to spend money on renting androids and Y/n was grateful for it. She did not want anything like that on her record and if this was his way of helping and apologizing she'll take it.

"I know where it went! Follow me!"

"F**king-A. This is crazy..." Her father muttered as they followed Connor.

They walked over to the staff door and when they were in front of It, Y/n looked back to her father as she took out her gun.

"We'll take it from here, you can go tell Collins what's going on."

"Not a chance. I am not leaving, not after last time."

Y/n looked at her father and then at Connor who just gave her a look she couldn't properly read. Was it guilt? Worry? Was he even capable of feeling those? If so, guilt on what? Worry of what?

Hank brought out his own gun and motioned for them to step back a bit, he carefully opened the door and went in first while Y/n carefully covered his opposite side.

They saw what looked to be an android storage warehouse with multiple androids on idle. The three of them proceeded to search.

"Shit... We're too late."

"Calm down, there's gotta be a trace here somewhere. Connor, the android might have been injured due to the assault, check for blue blood."

Connor was impressed with Y/n's intuition and when he scanned, sure enough, there was blue blood; a trail of it. He followed the trail and when he inspected the batch of androids it lead to, he noticed one whose LED suddenly turn yellow but another android had jumped him.

"Connor!"

Y/n was quick to run to his aid but was attacked by another android. Hank saw that his daughter had been attacked; that made him run towards her and rip the android off her which lead to the blue-haired Traci to switch its attacks to Hank .

"Stay away from my daughter!"

"Dad!"

The three of them struggled with the androids until it lead to Connor and the other android tumbling outside. The blue-haired Traci pushed Hank causing him and Y/n roll to over. Y/n quickly stood up and followed them but she momentarily stopped as she saw both female androids hold hands.

She shook her head and grabbed one of them but was pushed to a wall with an audible thud, causing her to drop her gun and be stunned.

Connor saw this and his LED violently shook red.

Somehow, seeing Y/n get hurt had caused something in him to move again and he stood up to run after the two deviants making a break for it.

He grabbed the blue-haired Traci and stopped her from climbing the fence which caused the other to stop and attack.

Connor struggled with the two of them but when he was down he saw the gun Y/n dropped and reached for it. He pointed it at the other android but was conflicted, he could have shot it but something told him to spare it.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY▲

His decision caused him to lower the gun and be kicked on the face, he was momentarily stunned and when he had stood up to straighten himself Y/n was also up and had walked up to stand beside him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and he felt what he knew as relief flow through him.

The blue-haired Traci stood in front of the two of them while the other android, who upon inspection was another Traci, stood a bit back. She looked at both of them and started to speak.

"When that man broke the other Traci... I knew I was next... I was so scared... I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't... And so I put my hands around his throat, and I squeezed... until he stopped moving..."

Y/n stared at the androids with wide eyes, the emotions the blue-haired Traci showed were so raw and real that Y/n felt herself shake, Connor felt the tremble from her fingers but kept his eyes on the deviants.

"I didn't mean to kill him... I just wanted to stay alive... and get back to the one I love... "

Y/n saw the two androids hold hands and her breath hitched, tears started falling from her eyes as she stared at the androids and looked at them with eyes full of pity.

The two androids stared back at her with slight shock on their faces, this made the blue-haired Traci feel more comfortable to talk as her LED turns from yellow back to blue.

"I wanted her to hold me in her arms again... make me forget about the humans... their smell of sweat and their dirty words..."

Conner felt Y/n squeeze his shoulder and he could still feel her tremble. Connor felt himself move one of his hands and placed it on top of hers, he applied some pressure to it as if to comfort her. He glanced at her as he felt her trembling slightly stop and he saw her let out a shaky sigh.

Y/n glanced back at Connor before looking back at the two androids and giving them a small nod.

"Go."

Connor saw the two androids look at her gratefully before running towards the fence and climbing it. They both reached the other side and he watched them run off together. He felt Y/n release her grip on his shoulder and he removed his hand on top of hers.

Y/N▲

HANK▲

Hank came up to Y/n and gave her a gentle pat her on the back.

"It's probably better this way..."

"Yeah... It probably is..."

"Come on, let's go."

Hank hesitantly pulls away and gives her a worried look before walking back to the inside of the warehouse.

When they were alone, Y/n looked at Connor and saw his LED spinning a bright yellow, something she observed happens sometimes yet she didn't know why, she gave him a pat on the back similar to what her father had just done and spoke softly.

"I'm sorry I let them go... I'll take full responsibility... Let's get dried off and report what happened."

Y/n sneezed which caused Connor to now look at her. She rubbed her nose and sniffled and upon inspecting her, the longer she stayed in the rain the higher her chances are of getting sick.

"I'm sorry for making you wait."

"It's fine."

They started walking back but Connor saw her wince in what he could see as pain.

"Are you alright?" Connor's voice was filled with more worry than she had ever heard and that made Y/n look at him in question, she decided to leave it alone though.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I've been in way worse shape." She gave him a smile but it dropped when she saw his LED flash yellow. "How about you? Are you okay?"

"Yes. I am perfectly functional and have no damage."

"No, Connor... That's... not what I meant."

"What did you mean then?"

Connor saw Y/n open her mouth to speak but then shut it, her lips pursed and she just shook her head and gave him a small smile.

"It's nothing."

Connor stared at Y/n's back as she walked away and a big part of him was curious to hear what she wanted to say, a big part of him wanted to hear it.

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Chapter Seven

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Fallen Angel (Venable X reader) Part 1

This story is part of a series that will extend over two, maybe three of SP characters. They will be named different things (if it's a different character and I will finish one's plot before I post the other, probably) but will all be linked together. None will be chronological but I will be easier to follow, if not I'll tell you right upfront.

It’s a short chapter.

Summary/idea: Two strangers come to 'save' the occupants of outpost 3. Neither are what they seem.

(The reader is purposely all over the place)

Warnings: N/A

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5 (Will add as I go)

"Honestly, I'm trying not to think about it at all. I'm more interested in whoever Venable is hiding in her office."

The purples muttered amongst themselves while waiting to be served their nutrition cubes.

A man with long strawberry blonde hair walked into the room, the outpost members guessed he was in his late twenties. Following the stranger was a woman an inch shorter. The man was attractive, with a well-defined jaw and piercing blue eyes. The male attracted members of the outpost could already see themselves swooning over him. The woman, or what they assume is a woman, she appeared far younger than her counterpart, was by no means unattractive but she bordered the lined of cute than what would be seen as societally attractive. She wore a long black skirt that hid her shoes, a black shoulder and black corset that barely allowed the white blouse underneath to peek through. She didn't wear the same face of intimidation as the man she was with.

The man addressed the crowd of greys and purples, "My name is Langdon, and this is my associate Y/N L/N." He gestured to you. You smiled widely and waved at the purples. They looked at you confused. "We represent The Cooperative."

“I won't sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure. Our arrival here was crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth…” Michael started his long speel about why the two of you were there, yadda yadda, it’s all boring to you, you couldn’t wait for the more interesting stuff to start. As he talked you took your time to study this outpost’s residents. You didn’t think twice about half of them, none of them catching your interest.

“We will then use the information gained to determine if you belong.” He must be up to telling them about his process of selection, ‘The Interview’. We both knew that’s bullshit, the whole thing was, you can’t learn everything you need from their word of mouth, that’s stupid, people lie, you know.

"You don't have to sit for questioning. The process should only take me a couple of days, so you won't be kept in suspense forever. For those of you who don't make the cut, all is not lost. If the worst should happen and feral cannibals come knocking, down one of these. One minute later, you fall asleep and never wake up."

"I volunteer to go first." The man had guts, that or he was stupid. By the quick study of him… stupid, definitely stupid.

"And so you shall," Michael said.

"I look forward to meeting each and every one of you."

"What about y/n? Is she going to be in the interviews too?” Emily asked. “You said you'd be doing the interviews. What about her?"

"We can't get all the information we need from word of mouth," You deadpanned, staring directly at her. She tensed up, her eyes fixed on yours. Everyone felt uneasy. “How are we meant to know how you get on with others, or how adaptable you are simply by interviewing you?”

“We could give examples?” She was unsure of her answer.

“Who’s meant to back them up? I can’t call your boss or whoever you use as your referee, they’re dead. Do I look like a psychic?”

“No.”

There was silence for a minute before you cracked up, “Just kidding, the interviews bore me. You should have seen your face. Did you see her face, Mickey?” Michael groaned. You were immature at the best of times and the worst. He told you a million times to not call him Mickey or whatever nickname you came up with at the time. You were here for business, you needed to be professional.

“Y/N-”

“OW~ NUTRITION CUBE,” you screaked out dashing over to the table and grabbing one of the purples plates as well as their fork. “I haven’t eaten since ‘92. I had this disgusting pheasant- at least I think it was a pheasant, it could’ve been beef.”

“Those are two different kinds of meat.”

“One’s a bird.”

“Good for it, it’s hard to be a bird. Believe me, I’ve tried.” Everyone looked at you as if you were insane. You didn’t mind. You hopped on the table and started eating.

“I don’t know if I want to be accepted any more,” Coco said watching you scoff down the meal you stole. “We don’t have to be like her to get in, do we?”

“No,” Michael answered.

“What’s wrong with me?” You covered your mouth so you could talk. You had some manners.

“How about we get set up for the first interview while they have their meal?” Michael asked.

“Alright,” you placed down your back from where you stole it from. You hopped off the table looking back briefly to wave goodbye. “Hey, you ate your meal fast.” You said pointing to the meal you ate a second ago.

“She’s kidding right?” Andre asked. The others shrugged.

“Y/N!”

“One Second.”

The interview was long and tedious. You had to find ways to pass the countless hours you had been in the underground bunker. The others didn't treat you with respect, they tried to use you to guarantees themselves a spot in the Sanctuary.

Little did they know how little say you had in the 'picking'. You were allowed to pick one person (which you hadn’t found yet) as compensation for all your help guiding Satan's boy. It wasn't the first time you had run into the devil reincarnated, his son or a possessed human. Satan, though powerful, could never be down here in his true form, he'd be too recognisable even with some form of perception filter. It's like trying to hide when you have a chip tracking you, utterly useless.

You'd heard whispers about this outposts leader, things that intrigued you. It was as clear as day that she liked neither of you, but that didn't stop you from gawking at her.

You chilled in the music room as the others had their daily social hour. You sipped down the drink one of the greys gave you. You eyed every person, once again analysing everyone in the room. Some you hadn’t noticed in your time here. Still didn’t make them interesting. You’d be surprised if any of these people are kept alive.

“So what’s the deal with the same song on loop?” You asked the group. They looked at you like you were stupid. The Morning After by Maureen McGovern played on repeat the whole time you were there, you tempted to change in but you assumed it was some sort of sick joke on the occupants, its a hopeful song the first time you heard it. It could give them the wrong idea.

“What do you mean?” One said. You couldn’t care less about their names. “That had to be in some sort of your plan right?”

“Nope. Must be one of the things your leader added. Ms V, was it?”

“Added?”

“Like your colour systems, most places had it so the more work you did the more benefits you’d get. That being said they had slaves too. Depends on the base I guess. Also, a lot of them have more people.”

“They were killed off.”

You leant forward and directly stared at the man, Timothy maybe. “Tell me more about that?” You tilted your head, finding sudden interest in murders happening in these walls. “Were they infected?” All your goofiness the remaining occupants knew to be a character trait for was tossed in the trash. None of them could piece you together. Maybe you were just crazy?

“One was, allegedly, they may have fed him to us.”

You turned your head to Andre, “Your boyfriend right, how sick is that? How could they do something like that?” You clutched your armchairs arm, digging your black claws into the wood.

“How did you know-” Timothy asked.

“-it was his boyfriend?” Your head snapped back to Timothy. “His body language and the fact he looked utterly depressed when you mentioned it.” You eased back into your chair. “And the others? What caused their murders?”

“Rule-breaking.”

“Mainly procreation.”

“At the end of the world are you not allowed to procreate? Are you trying to kill humanity?” They caught on quick that was another one of their rules they implemented in the outpost. Most started complaining about that. You took this as your time to meet this Venable more formally.

You knocked on her office door. “Who is it?” she bellowed.

“Y/N,” you announced confidently.

“Ms L/N, come in.” She didn’t bother getting up to let you in, she doubted you would be long. Micheal was the one she could hold a sophisticated conversation (not to say that she wanted to), she presumed you were just some kooky eye candy he’d brought along. You had done very little work- at least from what she could tell- you’ve only pestered the residence and used up precious resources- not to mention the constant staring. No matter where she was she always felt you watching her. It was giving her the heebie-jeebies.

You opened the door, it squicked. That caught your attention, you rocked it back and forth a couple times before. “This door needs to be fixed, it ruins the threatening mood you try to build up. I mean this isn’t a haunted house after all-” Haunted boarding school maybe but not a house.

“Ms L/N, what are you doing in my office?” She peered up from her work. You hadn’t noticed them before but she was wearing glasses. They were nice, you liked them on her. From her profile, you knew she used to wear them but you assumed she got lasik. They must have been reading glasses all along, you’d worn glasses for a bit back in your ‘younger days’, different reasoning behind it, you weren’t exactly yourself back then but that’s a story for another time.

“I’ll send someone to fix that later.” You realised she asked you a question, “Uh~ right, you weren’t at the gathering.”

“I’m busy working, someone has to keep this place together.”

“And I admire your work, I really do-” You began.

“But?” She focused all her attention on you, closing the file she was looking at as you approached.

“When was the last time you took a break? Had some fun?” You splayed yourself out on the chair in front of her desk.

“I have fun-” She didn’t see how this was relevant. Why was she answering you? She didn’t have to answer to anyone.

“I bet you do, torturing the residence. I had to stop myself from laughing when I heard about your little incident with Stu. So clever, I would never have thought of something like that. But have you ever thought about your wants? Needs? Desires?”

“What are-”

“Come on V.”

“-It’s Ms Venable to you.”

“Kinky.”

“I beg your pardon?” She stiffened. She was five seconds away from slapping you not that you would have minded.

“My point is you can have anyone here and yet you remain the stubborn mule you always been.” You said. “I read your file, you're a right old bastard, but anyone would have to be if you worked with those cokeheads.”

“Get out of my office,” she snarled.

“Alright, alright. I guess you don’t want to know the juicy gossip about that Langdon bloke.”

“Wait-” You turn to face her. She didn’t want to say it, “You can stay.” She didn’t have a choice, something was up with that man.

“Nah, I’m good. Maybe another time. Bring that bottle of red you hid from the others and two glasses- if you don’t have any a bowl will do, it's the end of the world, who’s to judge?” You left the woman baffled. You wanted her to ask you to stay and then you leave. Was this a game of chase to you? The door squeaked close behind you. “I’ll send someone over to fix that far yah now!”

Who the hell did she let into the outpost?

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