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࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ii. He once was mine.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim!reader (main couple)

(side couple) Adam x Seraphim!reader ┈➤

જ⁀➴ Summary : After he fell from grace, you did your best to move on. Drowning yourself in knowledge, hoping that if you continued to fill your mind with information, you’d eventually forget about him. All the effort you put into it was useless in the end and everything came crumbling down after you met his daughter.

જ⁀➴ Warnings: cussing, mentions of wounds and injuries, not proofread; there might be grammatical errors, mc is a workaholic insomniac

જ⁀➴ Note: Alright, so here’s part two. Not what you expected? Well, this series has more parts than you think and I’m determined to make each one surprisingly focus on something different from what you’d expect. The second part of ‘medical haywire’ is still in progress and heavy editing but it’s on its way. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this lol, word count: roughly around 6.7-6.8k part one

╰┈➤ The current situation was… surprising, to say the least. As you sat still, frozen on your chair, your eyes were glued to the young blonde lady. As much as you wanted to look away, as much as the gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of your stomach urged you to shift your gaze, you went against it. It was overwhelmingly ironic. You tried almost everything to forget him, and all it took was one look at his daughter for all those efforts to be wasted. Would you have admitted it? That the reason you couldn’t look away was because she looked almost identical to her father? The hair, the eyes, the smile, the aura, it was all just as you remembered. Was it Deja Vu? Or was it because you never really wanted to forget him?

The second you felt a pang in your chest, you tried to regain composure. The walls felt like they were closing in, the world was spiraling endlessly in your mind. With a quick, sharp breath, you finally tore your gaze from the young lady and turned to face your fellow Seraphim. She was quite confused with the situation, feeling lost as she doesn’t really know what to do since this type of thing hasn’t happened before (at least to her). Once she felt your eyes on her, she tried to speak, wanting to somehow do something to help ease the tense atmosphere.

“A-Alright! So I know that you’re really busy,”

Emily stuttered, taking a step closer to Charlie and gesturing to the princess’s injured hand. Of course, out of instinct, once your gaze fell back onto her, well, on her hand at least, she let out a smile that seemed as tense as the atmosphere. Vaggie noticed this, putting a hand on her lover’s shoulder to try and calm her down, just as how she always did.

“But our dear guest has an injury and we wanted to see if you could check it out!”

The young Seraphim finished, sending you a bright smile as she clasped her hands together. Even at her words, your eyes stayed on the princess's slightly bloodied hand. Her palm was red, red with her blood. I guess that it served as a reminder that her father was no longer an angel with blood that shined gold. Instead, the blood that flowed in his veins was a shade crimson. One a demon would be too familiar with. You let out a small and quiet sigh, leaning back on your chair and bending down slightly to reach one of your table’s drawers.

Once you told them to seat Charlie on the couch on the left part of the room, the three rushed to follow your words. Your voice sounded so beautiful, melodic even. The blonde girl swore that she could fall asleep if you ever sang her a lullaby, wait, what was she even thinking? With the med-kit in your hold, you waited for them to finally settle down. You watched as Emily tried to put a pillow behind the princess to make her ‘more’ comfortable, the other frantically insisting that she’s comfortable enough. The interaction was quite the source of entertainment, you thought. Then again, you’ve been working non-stop, maybe not having access to entertainment slightly altered your standards.

Vaggie tried her best to stay quiet the whole time, hoping to not attract any attention, especially from you. She had a feeling that you recognized her, since she was one of the angels who you monitored for the extermination. She’d always do her best to maintain her health, wanting to be in the best condition to do her job properly. Of course, she’d had a few interactions with you before. But usually, just as when you were going to ask her a question regarding the previous exterminations, Adam would steal you away from her and her group of fellow exorcists.

She couldn’t really be sure, you’ve been alive since the beginning of almost everything, so there was a part of her that hoped you didn’t remember everything that you’ve known and learned. Including her. She couldn’t miss the way your eyes flickered towards her, even if it was just for a moment. She watched as you stood up, there was always this thing about you that seemed so elegant and graceful. Something that she never was. She looked up to you when she wasn’t a fallen one yet. The way you’d take pride in making sure the people around you are in tip-top shape, the way you’d make sure to do your job with perfection. She kept her gaze on your face, scanning your features. You hadn’t changed that much since the last time she saw you, though, you did look a little more drowsy and, well, tired. She couldn’t really help the concern that built within her, you did so much to make sure everyone got the care they needed (at least when she was still in heaven), but it seems that you’ve been neglecting yours up until now.

“Gently now, let me have a look at that hand.”

Her eyes eventually landed on your larger hand holding her lover’s smaller, injured one. She wanted to help but she knew better than to interrupt an expert at what they do best. Though when Charlie let out a small hiss at the disinfectant you sprayed onto the injury, she perked up and scooted closer to the princess.

As soon as your fingertips made contact with her hand, Charlie's nerves somehow stopped going haywire. Your touch is… calming, she thought. But your hands were so cold, she didn't want to put much thought into that, so she chose to believe that it's because of the air conditioning in the room. On the contrary of what others think of her, Charlie never really had someone that cared and treated her. Yeah, she was the princess of hell, but when her parents parted ways, she was all alone in her little world. She learned that she must be independent, regardless of her royal status.

So as your hands worked to delicately treat her injury, she felt warm. Vaggie has been the only one to properly take care of her, so now that another person did help her, she was grateful for the experience and feeling of being cared for. Emily was watching intently from beside the princess, seated on her left while Vaggie was on Charlie’s right. She has never seen you do your work personally, and now she finds it so interesting. She smiled as you finally wrapped a clean bandage around the princess’s hand and tidied your equipment, putting them back inside the med-kit.

She thanked you as she stood up and tried to help you throw away the used medical equipment that laid on the coffee table. As she walked towards the trash can, she turned around to momentarily glance at you when she heard you speak.

“Charlotte, was it?”

No matter how many times your voice rings through her ears, Charlie thought she could never get used to the softness and gentleness that was laced within it. All of her attention was focused on you, each word that spilled from your lips etched itself into her mind. As she cradled her hand, which was now neatly and meticulously wrapped in bandages, she answered.

“Y-Yes! Charlotte Morningstar, but you can call me Charlie!”

She seemed to gain a little bit of her confidence now, and surprisingly, you were somewhat glad. You couldn’t deny the fact that she seemed like a kind person with how her energy leaked of positivity. But that slight pang that made your chest ache after hearing her last name never went unnoticed by you, it was subtle, but it was there. Why were you so affected by it? Haven’t you moved on and changed? Didn’t your heart and mind agree to let go for your own good? Your thoughts were running miles in the back of your mind. But that bright smile that Charlie sent your way made you unconsciously pause. Unintentionally, your eyes softened ever so slightly.

“I am (Name), a Seraphim. Pleased to make your acquaintance, young Morningstar.”

The way her last name rolled off your tongue was bittersweet. The pain from the bitterness came with the tenderness that you’ve been craving desperately for eons. You’re usually zoning out, playing every positive memory you had with a certain someone just to somehow neutralize the pain, but it always ended up worsening that throbbing pain in your soul.

The only time you ever found yourself free from those wretched emotions and feelings were when Adam was in the vicinity. As much as you used to deny it, you’ve grown accustomed to his presence. No, you’ve grown attached to it, better yet, grown attached to him. It was quite draining to interact with the first man, but it was worth every bit of energy you’ve lost, because as time passed, he became your battery. Your source of energy, at some point, that is. You soon faced Vaggie, an eyebrow raised in questioning.

“And may I know who this charming young lady is?”

What an act. You never forgot her, up to this day. But of course, you don’t know her life in hell and what secrets she may be hiding from her lover, so all you could do was to act as clueless as a stranger. You could call it respect, sure, but to you, the reason for it was because you’d chosen to just not meddle with other people’s business. The princess smiled with glee as she linked her arm with her girlfriend’s.

“This is my beautiful girlfriend, Vaggie!”

Vaggie smiled at the compliment Charlie threw in the introduction. To know that despite her disappearance in heaven, you felt a string of relief when you realized that she found her home down there. That feeling of envy somehow crept up on you. She had fallen, an angel that was forsaken, and yet she seemed to have been blessed with a better life than you ever were. You did so much for heaven, much, much more than what she has done. But why were you still stuck in your madness? When will you meet a person who’ll treat and love you just as how the princess of hell loved her?

“A pleasure to meet you as well.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, Vaggie doing the same, though it seemed more like a bow in your opinion. But you didn’t dwell on that any further. Charlie smiled, very happy with your little interaction. The princess of hell reminded you so much of Emily, in many ways too. The said Seraphim soon took her place beside you as you handed the princess a few packets of new bandages, just in case her injury bleeds more than anticipated. She thanked you and pocketed the little packets before reaching for her wallet. Emily saw this and immediately spoke, waving her hands dismissively at Charlie.

“Oh, no no, Let me pay! I was responsible, after all.”

She urged Charlie to keep her money, but the princess insisted. Vaggie couldn’t help but smile a little, uncharacteristically maybe, but seeing how similar the two are, she had hopes that they’d become good friends and that Emily may be able to provide great assistance to her lover’s dream. The more support they have, the more convincing it would be for others.

“There’s no need for such.”

Your voice interrupted their little, polite bickering. You somehow regret it now as the two included you in their small quarrel. You sweatdropped as they continued insisting on paying. Emily almost shoved the money in your hands, though another voice rang through all the chaos. Vaggie’s smile fell as she realized that the cute, wholesome, and amusing little fight was interrupted.

“Doc, lab room 4 has been prepared and is ready as per your orders.”

You recognized the voice from the other side of the door, one of your newer scientists. You focused on the young girls before you, sighing quietly with content now that this little feud can be avoided. The princess and young seraphim were still trying to get you to accept the money, but you raised your hand to dismiss their attempts. Watching them deflate as they finally accepted the fact that you won’t take their money. You found it very amusing, as did Vaggie. You walked back to your table, going around it and grabbing the white lab coat that rested on your chair.

“It has been a pleasure to meet you, young Morningstar. But duty calls, as they say.”

The moment you turned around, she was sure that you really were the woman that her father secretly drew when she was still a child. The colors of your wings were almost the exact same shade, exact same size in terms of proportions with the drawing that she vividly remembered. They were so captivating, though she’d only been able to see a glimpse of them, a small portion peeking from above your shoulders, a little bit from your sides, and below your hips. She didn’t notice it before, but you seemed to fold your wings, it was a random thought but she found it quite cute.

Emily soon broke the silence that fell upon the room after a while, deeming it time for them to depart and leave you to work. Vaggie nodded along as she held Charlie’s uninjured hand and gestured to the door. The princess thanked you again along with Emily and Vaggie. But before they could exit the room, your voice called out to them, or to her, at least.

“May I have a word with you privately, Vagatha?”

On que, Charlie was confused on why her girlfriend seemed to tense up at your request. The princess herself was quite perplexed with it, but she didn’t really have a reason to stop Vaggie. It’s not like you were going to hurt her, right? She soon joined Emily after telling her girlfriend that they’d be waiting in the hospital’s lobby.

As Charlie and the young seraphim walked down the halls, a few angels greeted them here and there, the princess realized something. You knew Vaggie’s real name? Did you know her prior to this meeting? Is that why Vaggie was so nervous when you asked to talk to her? But how’d you know each other? She was a demon, and you were an angel, not only an angel, a seraphim at that. Her thoughts were running a mile per minute, very confused and yet interested in this matter. She’d have to ask her girlfriend about this after you’ve had you talk.

Once the two had left, the silence filled the room once again. Vaggie didn’t speak, waiting for you to speak and tell her why you held her back. She watched as you made your way to the front of your table, leaning back on it slightly. Your gaze was hard and piercing, just like the atmosphere in the room. Her nerves were going crazy, she was sure that you’d ask her about what happened to her, and the thought itself made her frown.

But as soon as she raised her gaze to meet yours, she was speechless. Mouth slightly agape, eyes wide and her eyebrows way above them. For the first time since they entered the room, your face was painted beautifully with a smile. It was small, anyone else wouldn’t have noticed it, but she did. And she knew. The way your eyes were softly scanning her face, the way you seemed to look…content? No words seem to come out of her, staring back at you with what she hoped was the same amount of tranquility as yours.

“I’m glad to have met you once again, Vagatha.”

Your aura was nothing short of relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You may not admitted it to anyone, but you’ve grown to be slightly attached to all of your patients, including the exterminators. As much as you were against their job, you still did yours. And that was to make sure that they were well. After Vagatha’s disappearance, you were very concerned for her. She had been lost and left back at hell, a place where nothing but bad happened. You wanted to go down there yourself, but Sera reminded you of your duties. You realized that Vagatha may have needed you, but heaven needed you more. The guilt was killing you, and you suspected that she may not have been feeling well which is why she must’ve lost to a demon. You were partially responsible, in a way.

Vagatha was still star-struck. All her (after) life in heaven, you were there. Monitoring her health, her mental state, and her overall well-being. She knew you did it for the extermination’s sake, but she hoped, deep down, that you did it because you genuinely cared. You were like a big sibling to all the exorcists, always scolding them if they were eating too much junk food. She’d remember the times that you’d spend your rare, 10 minute breaks to watch them train. Sometimes you’d give advice, informing them of a body’s weak spots, you knew that an angel and a demon’s biology may be different, you still wanted to tell them hoping that the information helped. And they were thankful for it, just the thought that you wanted to help, it was enough. You were their family, you were her family.

When she was left to die in the Pride ring, she met Charlie, who then became her family. She may have lost you, she knew you’d be happy that she found home in hell. She didn’t regret anything. She didn’t regret letting that demon child escape and all the consequences that came with it. She promised you that she’d be the best. She didn’t just mean that in her job, she meant it as a person. And she knew you’d understand her, not like the others.

With every passing day, she hoped that you didn’t forget about her. As selfish as that wish was, she still wanted to see you again. She didn’t know how, but she wanted to meet you again. When Charlie brought up the idea of the redemption program for demons, she genuinely supported her lover. But there was a small sliver of desire in her actions, an intention to reunite with you. And to know that you still remembered her, it filled her heart with warmth just like how you used to.

No word in the dictionary could ever describe the way she was feeling. She was overwhelmed with emotions, trying so hard not to let these feelings activate the water works. But when your steps echoed through the silence, she felt your arms cage her in a secure embrace. It was like you were afraid of letting go and potentially losing her again. It took all of her energy to not let the tears fall, she didn’t want to ruin your coat, after all. But instead, she latched herself onto you, holding you with the same strength.

She was glad you didn’t ask about her wings. She was glad you didn’t ask her about her eye. She was glad you didn’t ask about what happened. Glad that you chose to just hold her as she tried to hold back her tears. Glad that you understood. Glad that you still accepted her despite what she did.

“What the fuck is taking her so long!?”

Adam complained, impatiently tapping on the table’s surface. Lute sighed at his antics, deeming his complaining as childish. But then again, you weren’t one to be tardy. You were very particular in terms of time, at least that’s what she knows. She stood with her hands behind her back, unconsciously anticipating your arrival. She was excited to meet you again, yeah, but she was more excited to get Adam to shut up with his complaining. She needed to cool down before she screamed at her boss.

“Come on! She NEVER makes me wait! Something must’ve happened, don’t ‘ya think we shoul-”

Before he could finish his statement, Lute cut him off. In the most respectful (passive) voice she could muster up with her little patience, she spoke.

“We do not need to look for her, Sir.”

Adam grumbled under his breath, complaining even more at her words. You usually spent your breaks with him, sometimes Lute would even be around. One of those times was now, well, you were supposed to be here by now at least. But you were nowhere to be found! Of course, he’d be fussy. Meeting up with you was the best part of his day. You were the only reason he did his work instead of giving it all to his lieutenant. He liked the way you praised him for it. He loved it. No, he needed it.

His displeasure kept increasing with each minute that passed. He wanted to meet you before the meeting with the angelic court and rainbow bitch. And yet here he is, all alone. And no, Lute does not count as company. He only ever likes and acknowledges your company. He could be doing the most important things, like talking to Sera, but as soon as you were involved, may it be a mention of your name or you were present and in the flesh, he’d immediately drop everything to ramble on about how close you two were or take his place beside you and ramble to you about his day.

Sera was, at first, against your closeness with Adam, remembering the last time you opened your heart to someone. But of course, it was your choice and she’d support you no matter what. You seemed to be happy with him after all, and she was happy for you as well. And you seem to keep Adam in his place, what a great bonus, right?

Adam was about to complain again, but a knock came from the door. He instantly perked up, his mood brightening as he expected you to enter. But his eager demeanor was crushed to pieces when a voice resounded from the other side of the door.

“I’m sorry to inform you, Sir, but Doctor (Name) wanted to let you know that she’d be working in the lab and will not be present today.”

Adam was broken hearted, devastated, betrayed, furious, and every negative feeling you could say. Lute wanted to laugh at his face, he was obviously upset. She watched as he stood up, complaining about something along the lines of you cheating on him. How amusing, you two weren’t in a relationship, at least not yet. She’d be lying if she said that she’s not expecting it to happen, it was as obvious as Adam always spoke about you in such a light that it was harder to believe that he didn’t like you.

Lute sighed as she soon followed him, keeping a distance to make sure her ears didn't bleed from his loud voice. She was curious as to why you didn’t show up since she knew how close you were with Adam, and maybe the fact that you always spent your short breaks with him.

Now don’t get her wrong, though she won’t admit it, she too is fond of you. She’s been one of the first exorcists you’ve taken care of. She saw how you’d help everyone who needed you, making sure they were in top condition. She was glad you were on board with the extermination, and maybe the fact that you always made sure to check on every one of the exorcists. The angels of the extermination were almost like her family, they’d train and eat together. And she was grateful for your help.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Adam had stopped walking, thus making her stop as well, right beside him. He was uncharacteristically quiet. His head was hanging low as he seemed to hold something in his hands. Curious, she peaked from his side. Her eyebrows raised as he held a box with his name on it. Is it a gift or something? But who in their right mind would give him a gift?

There seemed to be a note on it. As Adam was about to read it, he shifted his position a little bit to hide its contents from Lute, to which the woman shot him an unimpressed expression. As he did what he needed, she scanned the area to see if the person who gave him the gift was still present. Though no one except them were in the halls, even so, she noticed a small box sitting pretty beside the wall. It was gray, compared to Adam’s golden box. But she grabbed it nonetheless. There was also a note, and as she was about to open it, she heard the man beside her scream and squeal. She turned around to face him and was greeted with a box of fresh, steaming ribs in her face.

“They’re from (Name)! Can you believe it?! Wait, of course you can! She likes me THAT much, after all!”

His previous complaining was soon drowned out by his smug claims. Wow, wasn’t he just almost close to tearing up and throwing a tantrum because he thought you didn’t like him anymore? What a big baby. How do you tolerate him? Lute will never know. As she focused back on the box in her hands, was this from you as well? She took the small note, upon reading the contents, she unconsciously let a smile paint her face from beneath her mask.

“To my dearest Lute,

Just a small token for not showing up.

Consider it as an apology.

Let’s meet another time, shall we?

Have a great day.

- Sincerely,

(Name)”

Man, you were so extra, needing to give gifts just because you couldn’t make it. Couldn’t you have just messaged them? But she wasn’t complaining, not at all. She was kind of happy you thought of giving her a gift as well, not just Adam. Most people saw her as his shadow, a person who they didn’t need to acknowledge. But you saw her for herself. Important enough that you didn’t invalidate her and her feelings, because of that, she often found herself seeking your presence, or anything about you in general. You were the only one who she could show her true self to, after all. Well, she may or may not be a little jealous that Adam’s box was bigger, she’d never admit it, of course. She doesn’t have to be as important as Adam, she was satisfied with being enough to be acknowledged.

“Hey, that from (Name) too? What’d she write? Don’t tell me she confessed her fucking love for yo-”

She immediately cut him off by shoving the note that she received from you in his face, considering it as payback for him shoving stuff in her’s. Adam shut up quite quickly as he read the note with such focus, mumbling the note’s contents. The way his letter was longer and more intimate than her’s made his ego skyrocket. It wasn’t like he was expecting you to write a note similar for Lute, of course not! He took one last glance at it before leaning back before smirking. Unfortunately, he spoke (much to Lute’s dismay).

“Hah! Damn right, it’s not like anyone else’s more important than THE first man himself! It’s only right that she put a lot more effort in mine.”

He grabbed the note from his box, once again, shoving it to her face with such pride. Man, she wanted to punch him. But she read your note to him nonetheless. Reading quietly compared to how Adam read whilst mumbling. The differences in the notes you wrote for them was (painfully) obvious. Adam took pride in that, of course. Lute was partially affected, but she knew she’d never be able to compare to him in your eyes. Though she already accepted that.

“To my dearest, Adam

Forgive me for my absence,

I know you are waiting for me.

A certain project needed more

attention than anticipated.

I’ll make it up to you,

Once we meet again next time.

Be on your best behavior until then, yes?

I’ll be waiting for you.

Sincerely yours,

- (Name)”

Adam swore to himself that he’d frame this note and keep it in his bedroom. Only for him to see. He started thinking about everything he’d tell you once you’ve met again. He didn’t realize it, but he was spewing out his thoughts and it made Lute want to rip her hair out. She gets it, damnit! How many times does he have to openly talk about how much he likes you? God give her strength or else she’d bang her head against the wall she stood beside. As the gift lay pretty in her hands, she decided to just open it once she got home. She didn’t need to hear him ramble about how his gift was better than hers. For now, she needed to focus on the meeting with the princess of hell.

The meeting was a disaster, from what you were told.

You just got out of the lab when one of the angelic court members met you in your office, explaining the events that happened. You were worried for the princess and her lover when you heard every detail. But of course, you were more worried for Emily. You knew she was unaware of the extermination, to know that her sister was the one who ordered for it to happen must affect her greatly. You still had a ton of shit to finish, as always. But you wanted to make sure the princess and Vagatha went back to hell unscathed and well. Wait, you were willing to ditch your work just to make sure they were okay?

Despite your inner turmoil, you made your way out of the hospital after informing your nurses and other doctors that you’d be gone for a while. They were curious about what made you leave your important work, as much of a workaholic you are, this just seemed so uncharacteristic of you but they didn’t question you about it. You were informed of their whereabouts, and your hospital was not too far from it, fortunately.

As soon as they came into view, you came up to them with haste. Instantly calling out to them, you soon noticed the small portal from behind them. You also noticed Emily’s presence, you debated on whether to make your way up to her or the princess. Wait, you were hesitating? Why? Shouldn’t you check on Emily first? With hesitance, you took a place beside the young seraphim to check if she was okay, caressing her face and examining for any scratch of some sort. As soon as you deemed her alright, you turned to Charlie, doing the same as you did with Emily. After the princess, you repeated your actions with Vagatha.

Charlie was surprised to see you here, even more when you seemed so worried for her and her lover. It felt quite weird for a- well, stranger, to show this much care to her. She’s used to demons being fussy and mean upon meeting her, then again, you were an angel. So maybe that was the explanation she needed. She smiled as she watched you check her girlfriend for any injuries. What a warm feeling, she loves it.

“(Name)? What are you doing here?”

Emily asked first, wondering why you were here and not doing your work. Which is really important, by the way. She had a feeling Charlie and Vaggie were confused by your presence. You took a glance at her before turning back to the princess. A soft hand coming up to brush her bangs a little bit to the side, giving you a clearer view of her face.

Your touch is just as warm as the feeling you give her, she thought. Will you still be this kind to her after you heard her plan? Or would you go against it like Sera and the others? She hoped that you’d still be the same, welcoming and warm. Heck, she wanted you to agree with her plan. But it wasn’t impossible for you to deny her anymore of her dreams. What if you deemed redemption as ridiculous? Would you still look at her with the same, kind expression as you’re doing right now? Each question that ran through every corner and crevice of her mind, she started losing even more hope. You spoke to Charlie, voice barely above a whisper. But everyone heard it as clear as day, immediately perking up with wide eyes.

“You have me on your side, young Morningstar.”

The feeling of warmth from deep within Charlie started sparking into firecrackers at your words. Her eyes instantly brightened as her whole demeanor did. Her smile was sparkling, and you somehow found yourself trying to mirror it with your own. This caused even more reactions, more specifically from Emily. She hasn’t seen you smile like this in ages, thus she too smiled with happiness at the sight before her. Now, Vagatha was no different, a bright smile painted on her face as well.

As you exchanged a few more words, laughs, and smiles, you knew you all had to get going. Your duties were probably piling up so high despite only being gone for less than an hour. With a last hug, you made sure to inform them of your stand once again. That you were on their side. It was all Charlie needed as a push to not lose all hope. To know that someone from heaven, one of the highest authorities, believed her and supported her dream. It was a solid factor to achieve the success of her plans, your support, that is.

As you pulled away from each other’s embrace, Emily smiled as the princess and her lover thanked you once again. You were so amazing in her eyes. Aside from her sister, you were always the one she looked up to the most. After the revelation of the extermination, she started losing trust in Sera. Was there anything else that her sister had hid from her? Not only did she lie to her, Sera was even the one who ordered the extermination that killed many souls! Yes, they were demons, but she too believed that they deserved a second chance.

You and your fellow seraphim watched as the princess and her lover waved goodbye, soon entering the portal that would send them back home. You turned around as your phone started vibrating, excusing yourself from Emily and answering it. Unbeknownst to you, another person from the other side of the portal had recognized you despite only seeing the back of your head and your wings.

Lucifer stood near the portal, waiting for his daughter and Vaggie. He relaxed as soon as he saw that they were alright and smiling. It made him think that heaven actually agreed to her plan for a second. He watched as Vaggie came out from the portal first, extending her hand to it. Soon enough, Charlie came out of it as well, her hand in Vaggie’s.

Though he immediately rushed to his daughter once he saw the bandages wrapped around her hand. Asking her a bunch of questions such as “What the fuck happened?” and “Who did this to you?” Though his daughter would just brush her hand off and dismiss the topic, telling him it was merely an accident. But Lucifer wasn’t buying it, so he turned to the portal, making his way towards it before it closed.

He was stuck in his place, eyes wide, mouth agape as he drank in the sight before him. Time must’ve stopped because he couldn’t move nor speak at all. His gaze remained solely on the figure that had him frozen. Everything came rushing down at him, all the memories, all the experiences, all the pain. How funny, wasn’t he the one who turned away from you? So why was he so suffocated by just a glance at your back? He didn’t even know if it was really you. What if this person just had a similar hair color and the exact same wings? Yeah, what if?

You’ve grown taller, he noted.

He'd remember the times he would ask you to grab a book for him, which just happens to be on the highest of shelves. How convenient. He wasn't really interested in whatever topic the book discussed, no, he just wanted your attention. He'd be beaming with joy as soon as you stood up from where you sat, taking your place beside him and extending a hand to grab the book he was asking for. He'd thank you with a kiss, taking pride in the light sign of embarrassment on your face. You'd let out a small huff of air in amusement as he pretended to read the book's contents right after.

Your hair has somehow grown longer than what he remembered.

He'd remember the times that he would visit your libraries, searching every corner and crevice just to find you peacefully sleeping on one of the tables with your head on top of the book that rested on the wooden surface. He'd debate on whether he'd wake you up or not. But as soon as he heard your soft snoring, he'd smile and take a seat beside you. You were breathtaking, he thought. The way your skin reflected the sunlight, the way your hair would shine just as bright. Unconsciously, his hand would take a few strands of your hair, gently caressing them with his fingers. Soft, that was the only thought he had in mind.

Your wings were as beautiful and captivating as ever, were they still as soft as he recalled?

He'd remember the times he'd practically beg you to let him touch your wings. You would often tell him to touch his own, but of course, he wanted to know how yours felt. Even after no matter how much you have allowed his fingertips to glide over you feathers, he's never gotten over how fluffy they felt under his touch. Sometimes, you'd be reading the most boring book (according to him) and he'd be seated beside you, leaning all of his body weight on your wings. You'd even let him fall asleep on them as he was lulled to slumber by your presence.

But will he ever experience those again with you?

You seemed to be talking to someone on the phone, and god, he hoped that you wouldn’t turn around and see him in this state. The tears were already threatening to fall, his throat was suddenly so dry that it hurt. His hands were shaking as his nerves were. What would you do if you ever see him again? Would you run up to him and hug him? Would you smile and open your arms for him to run into?

Or would you just stare at him with displeasure as you recalled all of the pain he caused you?

He’s been living with guilt ever since the day he fell from grace. He knew he left you, he knew he chose his dream instead of staying with you. He knew he fucked it all up. He’s wanted to apologize to you, trust him, he did. But he just… couldn’t bear to face you knowing the influence his actions had on you. Each passing time of his consciousness, he always wondered if you would have forgiven him.

Have you forgiven him?

It was a question that almost seemed like a chant, a chant for forgiveness. Your forgiveness. But he knew that the weight of his decision hurt you more than he could ever imagine. Did you think you weren’t enough for him to stay? Did you blame yourself for not being able to convince him? Have you ever regretted disagreeing with his plans and dreams?

Did you regret ever meeting him?

Did you ever regret liking him?

Did you ever regret loving him?

Would you have been happier if he had never been a part of your life?

As the portal shrunk in size, so did his view of your back. Many, many feelings were spiraling within the king of hell as he watched you walk away with a young seraphim. Those overwhelming feelings seemed to have intensified tenfold once he saw a view of the side of your face as you turned your head to face your companion. Oh, god.

You were as beautiful as the day he lost you.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel

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Them With A Reformed Sinner! S/O

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: Them With A Reformed Sinner! S/O Characters: Adam, Lute, and Emily Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: This is mainly about how they meet and my take on how Season two may go, y'know with God being introduced and holding a meeting on what happened during Extermination Day. Anyways, have a great rest of your days/nights!

⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Death and Non-Canon Events ⚠️ Spoilers for: S1 ⚠️

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Reformed Sinner! Reader ; 'Died' with Sir Pentious ~ Fox-Demon

🎸 Adam, despite what many in Heaven think, doesn't bother memorizing all of his descendants and what they do. He only sees them after they die during the Extermination

🎸 You were one of Sir Pentious' helpers when it came to making his creations, such as the Egg Boiz for example. And, when he had begun his charge up his ship to take on Adam head-first, you were one of the people inside of the ship, holding his hand as he said his so-called final words; Fire.

🎸 When you both awoke after falling onto a ground, you couldn't lie, you were horrified. After all, who just dies from being blasted by an angel and suddenly appears in a new land?

🎸 It took you a little more processing than your college, but, when you did finally come to terms that you were in Heaven, due to your actions in Hell against Adam, you were quite pleased

🎸 This action just allowed Heaven to realize their faults in judgement; Reformation was possible!

🎸 You and Pentious were taken to the main judgement room where Charlie and Vaggie were months prior and that was where you met your unknowing future spouse

🎸 Adam had just barely dodged the attack from Niffty and escaped back to Heaven with Lute on his tail as he swore revenge on the residents of the Hotel

🎸 He had then healed up and was required to go to the meeting where their Father, God, had set up to discuss the day's events and whatnot. And anyone could tell that he was both pissed and pleased

" And Adam. What in the name of Earth were you thinking?! I only allowed Extermination on the one condition that is happened when I decided it to be necessary, not for you to do it six months prior! Without my knowledge nonetheless! And, who are these two?! " " They're the first reformed sinners! My Father, meet Sir Pentious and Y/N L/N. "

🎸 Adam glared at you two, remembering how you stood beside Charlie as they declared war upon one another. And he remembered how determined you stared him in the eyes as he blasted you two nothing alongside your friend

🎸 Once God had calmed down and motioned for you, Pentious, and Adam to step forward and announced for everyone else to exit the room, the first man and grown more nervous than before

🎸 When the creator of life had placed you three at a table and told you guys to speak to one another without any malice or hatred, and, in turn, basically apologize, Adam straight-up asked why

" Because Adam. They are new members to our home, and that means we must treat them with the same amount of respect that we treat the natural Winners. Now, apologize. " " But- I- Ugh... fine... I'm sorry... " " Apology- " " Forgiven. And we apologize for attempting to kill you in return. We just- felt the need to protect our friends more than we had any value for each other's lives. "

🎸 He was shocked, you were apologizing for trying to kill him?! He had tried killing you! You must have been trying to deceive him, that is what foxes were known for; deceit.

🎸 Forcing a smile despite his confusion and wish to throw out colorfully decorated questions at you, Adam just pushed through the meeting second by second. But, he'd have to ask you questions later on. He just had too.

Reformed Sinner! Reader ; 'Died' fighting along Alastor ~ Chickadee-Demon

🗡️ She did not want to be here in the slightest.

🗡️ Why was she needing to tell her side of the story?! You and your little friend, Alastor, had attacked Adam, nearly killing him in the process, much to everyone's shock

🗡️ Lute was not amused with how you kept a small smile when mentioning your fight against Adam and how you had stood your ground during, smiling with full teeth- ones matching the Radio Demon's, though yours were more white

🗡️ The Father of Humanity just looked at you and your snake friend before smiling gently and motioning you and him to come closer so he could look into your eyes

🗡️ He could tell when someone was lying by looking deep into their eyes, it was something about their soul being based off of a piece of him that made it work

🗡️ Lute watched with narrowed eyes and your wings come flying backwards with force as your eyes turned white with black spots littering, oh how she hoped you and Pentious were banished back to Hell

" They pass. Their seems to be no amount of sin left within them, well, there is a hint, but a hint I can forgive. " " WHAT?! "

🗡️ Smacking her hands to her mouth, Lute slammed her head into the stand's top, making a loud thump echo throughout the room signalling her shock if the word was not enough

🗡️ The exorcist looked at you and Pentious and gritted her teeth as he began to tear up with joy as God summoned his little Egg Boiz back into existence, though they took on a more heavenly-egg form than an demonic-egg one

🗡️ Looking at you especially as a small bird landed on your large piece of feather-like hairs that stood up from your head, her heart began to pound heavily as her mind screamed at herself for the interior action

🗡️ Why in the name of Heaven was her heart pounding at your smile and gentle nature with the Egg Boiz and your little bird friend?!

🗡️ Whatever the reason was, she didn't want to think about it anymore. After all, such an action could be perceived as unholy, resulting in her demise to Hell

🗡️ Holding her spear closer, Lute nodded as God dismissed everyone and Emily hugged you and pet your bird as she spoke to Sir Pentious, asking you guys some stuff about the Hotel and who you guys believed could be redeemed next

🗡️ Lute almost bumped into you, but she stopped herself, allowing one question to burn in her mind as she began to walk away to where a certain female demon was;

🗡️ Why did you seem so cute?

Reformed Sinner! Reader ; 'Died' protecting Charlie from Adam ~ Hyena-Demon

💞 You were known to be very aggressive around those you deemed not worthy of your presence, and as one of the most dangerous demons in Hell when angry, even those in Heaven saw this come out

💞 This happened when Adam had tried to lay his hands on Charlie during the meeting, though you were far faster and more dangerous than Vaggie when it came to this time

💞 You had jumped the gun and kicked the first man away, shocking everyone. And when you barked for the two females to be sent back with you to your home, Sera just nodded and made a portal for you guys to leave, much to Adam's annoyance

💞 Emily had barely even met you, and it saddened her. But, seeing you defend Charlie from such a powerful heavenly figure made her heart skip a couple beats

💞 Wait- why was she thinking you looked amazing protecting the Princess of Hell?! Was this unholy?!

💞 She hadn't heard about or from you until Extermination Day, which was when Adam and his exorcists had descended to attack and kill as many sinners as they could

💞 And in Adam-ly fashion, they had went to attack the Hazbin Hotel first, much to everyone else's annoyance

💞 You had noticed that Adam was about to kill Charlie, so, you threw yourself in front of her, making his large attack hit you and in-turn kill you, and that action prompted the angry outburst of your closest friends, Alastor and Charlie

💞 Surprisingly though, you and Sir Pentious, who had also died protecting the Hotel and your friends, had appeared in Heaven before Sera and Emily

💞 Emily had looked at you both in awe, adoring your new look; your fur and tail was more well-kept and your ears were fluffier with the skin inside being shaped like tiny pink-tinted hearts to match your hand's markings

" Y/N! Oh my goodness, you got reformed! How awesome is this?! "

💞 The angel squealed and hugged you as you chuckled nervously, still adjusting to the bright surroundings. To be honest, you expected to close your eyes and never open them again

💞 Sir Pentious held onto you from behind as you led him throughout the building and during the meeting with your Creator and the rest of his heavenly council, and you had to admit, watching Emily gleefully talk about you and your friend was nice

💞 Maybe you could get used to your new afterlife here?

💞 Maybe Emily could hang out with you even more!

💞 Maybe this could be the start of a whole new relationship? Oh no she's going full on romantic, isn't she?

#Hazbin Hotel #Angels #Heaven #Hazbin Hotel x Reader #Angels x Reader #Heaven x Reader #S/O! Reader #GN! Reader #Demon! Reader #Angel! Reader #Sinner! Reader #Hazbin Adam #Hazbin Adam x Reader #Hazbin Lute #Hazbin Lute x Reader #Hazbin Emily #Hazbin Emily x Reader

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sortasirius · 3 years

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“Unity” and the Broken Boys

BOY Y’ALL BETTER SIT DOWN BECAUSE THIS IS AS LONG AS CAN BE AND I TOOK OFF WORK TOMORROW SO I’VE GOT TIME

This is....one of the best episodes in the show. Yeah, in all 325 of them, this is hands down one of the best.

First of all, stan Amara for clear skin.

That silent treatment babey, right out the gate with the Angst. Tbh Dean deserves it.

“Like I said, killing Amara, Jack dying...that’s the only way.”

“The only way. Our one shot. Our Last chance. You ever get tired of saying stuff like that?”

“We don’t have to like it, alright? But you and me, we gotta get it done.”

Amara is such a welcome energy in this whole episode. She’s warm and understanding, whip-smart and probably more powerful than Chuck. I love her.

Sam is a wonderful, understanding, loving dad. I love him eternally. He loves Jack so much, he’s trying so desperately to do what’s right for Jack but also what’s right for the world. Jack made this choice, but he can’t live with it. How do you support your child when their life is at stake?

“Come on man. Blindly following orders, lying to Amara, sending her to her death. Does any of this feel right to you??”

“It doesn’t matter how we feel! You know what? Stay. Stay. Someone has to be the grown up here.”

“Yeah well someone has to keep fighting for Jack!”

“He knows what he signed up for!”

“Last I checked, we don’t give up on family.”

“Jack’s not family.”

Y’all should have heard the noise I made. What a fucking line.

“I know how you feel about the kid, I care for him too, I do, but he’s not like you. He’s not like Cas. He’s just not.”

“I’m- I’m ready.”

You can see the regret, the heartbreak in Dean’s eyes. You can see how he wants to take those words back the moment he said them, and for Jack to hear them? It’s unthinkable.

Sam and Cas I’m just so fucking emo dude.

“Sam, you stayed behind to find another way huh? I woulda done the same.”

AMARA

First of all, LOVE this structure.

Amara and Chuck have such a fascinating dynamic. Rob and Emily do a great job (as they have all along) by clearly being siblings but...heightened. You can just tell they both exude power, and the other is the only one they consider an equal.

“You and Dean had that whole weird...thing.”

“That wasn’t you writing?”

“Ugh, not that part. Gross.”

What I took away from this is what I’ve suspected all along. They HAVE free will, just not total free will. Dean and Amara’s connection wasn’t Chuck, there are parts of the story he didn’t write. Obviously, this comes into play later.

I also have a hunch that Chuck doesn’t write romance. I also think that in particular will come into play.

“Balance. Something we’ve never tried before. Creation and destruction, light and dark, brother and sister united again, but on behalf of one world, this world. True balance. The way it was always meant to be. But you can’t. You only care about your pleasure, your story. Well, I guess that makes you the villain.”

“Villains get all the best lines.”

We see again and again this season, Chuck is irredeemable. He doesn’t care about the angels, he doesn’t care about the world, he doesn’t care about anything. He is a petulant toddler who has broken his toys. And when he realizes he’s trapped, he gets angry, he shouts and screams, completely at odds with Amara’s peace.

“You can’t hold me here forever.”

“I can hold you long enough.”

DEAN

Pain is the name of the game in this section homies. Because not only are we dealing with Dean’s pain, we’re also dealing with Jack’s. Jack says he understands why Cas and Sam mean more to Dean, but Dean clearly doesn’t, he, once again, wants to say more, but is stopped, still stopped by his fear: his fear of not beating Chuck.

Alright guys, gals, and non-binary pals. Let’s talk about Adam and Seraphina.

Adam. The first man. And Seraphina. The angel.

“My old lady. She’s the only one who could put up with me all these years.”

Yeah okay. Volume at 100 I get it lmao.

But also: Adam wants God dead not because he and Eve were kicked out of the Garden, but because he went after their sons. The theme of protecting the children strikes again.

“Killing God is your plan?”

“Yeah, Billie’s been giving us a hand but Sera and me, this is our baby.”

This juxtaposed directly with Dean’s own pain at what he has to do to kill Chuck, to gain his free will: the cost of his child.

Adam’s rib.

And who else might get his ribs hurt, only to be likely healed by an angel?

It’s fine, that’s fine. I’m fine with that.

“Jack, I don’t know how to explain it but, when I found out about Chuck, it’s like I wasn’t alive. Not really. You know like my whole life I’ve never been free, but like really free. But now? Now me and Sam, we got a shot at living a life, without all this crap on our backs. And that’s, that’s because of you. So, I want to say, I need to say...thank you, Jack. Thank you.”

I’m gonna have to do a separate post about just Dean in this episode, because there is so fucking much to talk about, but there are a couple of things that I think are important: Dean realizes how wrong he was, to say what he said. He knows that it’s not true, this is the way he’s always coped with loss, by pushing the person to be lost away, but for Jack to hear it? He can’t stand for that.

And:

Dean has finally pushed through the barrier. He won’t be quiet in the face of his doubts anymore. This is a breakthrough for him, and, of course, there are more to come.

SAM

Sam and Cas, my chaos duo.

The box, the inscription, the door.

Death’s library, filled with dead reapers.

And there it is. The Empty.

It tells Sam the plan, the plan for Billie to take God’s place. For everything to go back to the way it’s “supposed to be.”

This has always been the game, since season 13. This is the longest of long games.

Sam fuckin Winchester, lying his way out of a confrontation with the Empty like the legend that he is.

He comes back with a new purpose: to stop Billie’s plan, and here’s where we get to the heart of the episode and maybe the heart of the season.

“You hear that? Dean, brought to the edge of doubt. His sense of duty, his rage winning out in the end. And poor Sam, always gotta know everything. Can’t leave well enough alone. This is my ending, my real ending.”

The gun comes out, pointed at Sam.

Hmm...what did I say during 15x05? Oh yeah, this.

And:

Dean would never survive killing Sam, but he’s willing to do anything, anything to earn his freedom. His ending, where one brother kills the other and then kill himself.

Why, you might ask, did Sam not mention that the angels would be sent back to Heaven, why does he not mention Cas? I’ll tell you why, or rather, Becky will.

Plus, Dean looks back at Cas IMMEDIATELY when Sam says that, when he mentions Eileen, and THAT’S the first time he hesitates. He can’t lose Cas. But at the same time, he’s willing to do anything to have his freedom.

“Sam we don’t have a choice, Jack’s about to blow!”

“We always have a choice!”

You know me, just sitting here thinking about choice, the ability to choose, and how that translates to their free will.

And Sam...I don’t think there will ever be characters I love as much as these.

“I don’t care if Billie gets what she wants! I don’t man, I’d trade it all, I’d trade em all for Chuck. In a heartbeat!”

“What about me?”

“You’d trade me?”

“Chuck has to die. He has to! Otherwise he’ll keep us tap dancing forever, and I can’t live like that man, I can’t live like that, I won’t!”

“I know you feel like that right now, okay? I know you do, but you gotta trust me. My entire life, you’ve protected me. From Dad, from Lucifer, from everything. I didn’t always like it, you know? But it’s the one thing in the whole world that I could always count on. It’s the only thing I’ve ever known that was true. So please, put the gun away. Just put it away. We’ll figure it out, Dean, we’ll find another way, you and me. We always do.”

Okay I feel like this is going to be one of those scenes that I cry watching for years to come. Because fuck. After fifteen years they finally admit that not only did Dean protect Sam from Lucifer, but he protected him from John. John. On a par with Lucifer.

Dean and Sam have, for so many years, sacrificed themselves for the other. Dean’s demon deal, Sam and the trials, every season they have fought to see who can die the quickest for the other. But this? This is them fighting to stop the violence, to stop from killing the big bad. This is them growing, in our eyes, in real time. Sam has always been able to get through to Dean when no one else had a prayer, but for Dean to listen, for Dean to take his words to heart, to stop the hunt for Sam, for their family, that’s how you know they do have free will.

(Btw Chuck’s eye effect when he dusted Amara was sick as fuck but I’m emo for my boys so.)

Chuck knows it’s a loss, he knows that his story has, once again, been thwarted by the boys making their own choices. And he’s pissed, but in his anger, we get a bomb dropped on us.

“Spare me your contempt Castiel, the self-hating angel of Thursday. You know what every other version of you did after “gripping him tight and raising him from perdition”? They did what they were told. But not you. Not the one off the line with a crack in his chassis.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

Also, just worth bringing up this one as well:

Every Castiel pulled Dean out of Hell. Every one told him the same thing. And yet, immediately, with this Cas and this Dean, something was different. Because what has everyone seen about Cas, from the moment he met Dean?

And there’s our endgame people. Laid out on the line.

But we ain’t done yet, fam.

We’ve talked about the handprint, but you know:

So there you have it, our prep into the “monumental” 15x18. I have spec on that, of course, but I think a novel is long enough for this.

What to take away: Dean’s rage was always Chuck’s plan, they do have free will, their love for each other, for their family, is what will stop Chuck’s control, Death is about to come back with a vengeance, Cas’ deal is at play, and, most importantly, Castiel and Dean Winchester are a blind spot for Chuck, something he has never, not once, controlled.

#welcome to my essay lmao #supernatural #spn #spoilers #my meta #spn 15x17 #destiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #castiel #amara #chuck shurley #lilly liveblogs supernatural

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Wild Child

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader

Summary: Miguel can’t control his free spirited wife.

Warnings: Its filthy. I tried to put some plot in it but its barely there lol.

WC: 4.1K

A/N: I hit a couple of birds with this one stone. First its a request from @darlingcherrybomb-Can I have 11 & 15 w/ Miguel Galindo plz??? thank you :) and this is also my submission for my 2K Follower Celebration and Bad Bitch Challenge. The song I’m using is Hood Rat Shit. Also shoutout to @starrynite7114 for indulging me!

Prompts are bolded

When Miguel Galindo started dating you no one really batted an eye. They simply thought the businessman/cartel boss was going through a mid-life crisis and wanted some young pretty thing on his arm. But when he slipped that engagement ring on your finger and made an honest woman out of you, everyone had questions. You were Santo Padre’s resident wild child.

If it wasn’t the Mayans causing trouble, then it was you. Growing up the Reyes family was your next-door neighbors and that instantly made EZ and Angel your best friends. Even as a child Angel was charismatic and that easily made you look up to him. Everything he did, you tried to do. That earned you the nickname, Angelita. If you could’ve joined the club, you would’ve.

So how you ended up married to Miguel was a mystery. Sure, you cleaned up nice and despite your wild ways you had a respectable job, but you still were considered as riff raff, nothing but a damn troublemaker.

Where everyone saw a crazy party girl, Miguel saw an independent uninhibited woman. Someone unafraid to speak their mind and can hold their own in this cutthroat world. Someone who could handle all of him. Someone who humbled him and made him enjoy the simpler things in life.

Although, he loved you, you were a fucking headache. Your free spirit didn’t sit well with the confines of his lifestyle. Any chance you got you ditched the bodyguards. Upscale lounges? Nah, you loved the dive bars. There’s a Mayans party? You’re there. Dress like you’re a powerful businessman’s wife? Nope can do. You were allergic to designer and preferred jeans and leggings. Being driven around town? No thank you, you were a speed demon. As you and your friends love to say, “You’re ain’t nothing but a hoodrat hoodrat, hoochie mama.”

Like tonight, he specifically told you he didn’t want you hanging out at the clubhouse because he heard some rumblings of trouble with another MC. But of course, you didn’t listen. It was EZ’s patch party and you were gonna celebrate with your boys.

“Run me my money, Medina!” You folded your hand in the ‘gimme’ motion.

“Aren’t you already rich?” He asked, slapping the twenties in your hand.

Angel busted out laughing and nudged Medina with his shoulder. “We told you not to play her. I told you she’s vicious. Don’t ever fall for the puppy dog eyes.”

Everyone joined in at Medina’s lost. At this point most Mayans in the Santo Padre charter and other charters knew not to play pool with you or at least not to underestimate you, so finding someone not privy to to your skills was delightful.

Throughout the night, your goal was to set EZ up with Gabby and not just for a one-night stand. He desperately needed someone else to focus on instead of Emily. Currently, you were outside at a table with your crew: Coco, Gilly, EZ, and Angel.

“Just go talk to her.” You urged your best friend.

“Yeah, for some crazy ass reason she likes you.” Angel slapped the back of his brother’s head.

Tracing your finger along his arm, you pointed out the evidence. “It’s this damn vein that always making an appearance.”

Coco sat back in amazement. “That shit really turn y’all on? Simple stuff like that? One time I had a chick obsessed with my fingers. She got turned on whenever I held a cig. I thought she was into some freaky ass shit.” The whole table erupted into laughter. For Coco to be so experienced, he was clueless.

Taking his hand in yours, you began tracing his fingers and inspecting. “Oh ok, I see you Coco Cruz. These shits are veiny, long, and thick as fuck. Yeah, homegirl was obsessed!”

“But why, chiquita?” Coco flicked you on the nose.

“Do you not finger bitches, Cruz? These are prefect candidates for fingering. Like dude, when I see, Miguel’s fingers wrapped around a glass, I get all wet and tingly inside.”

If you were paying attention, then you would’ve noticed how quiet all the guys gotten. It wasn’t until Coco slyly slipped his hand out of your grasp that you felt a presence. “He’s behind me, isn’t he?”

“Yup, Angelita!” Angel hooked his arm around your neck and ruffled your hair. A gesture that didn’t bother Miguel. He understood the familial dynamic you had with the Reyes brothers.

“Hey babe!” You smiled at him like you didn’t just disobeyed him by showing up at this party.

Miguel gave you a small smirk. It was his way of telling you he was pissed off, but he wasn’t going to show it in front of company. “Sweetheart,” he kissed you on top of your head. “I’m going to talk to Obispo and then we’re leaving.” His tone told you there was no room for arguments.

Miguel left you to go to talk to Bishop and give you some time to tell your friends goodbye. Marcus stood by you as he watched boss leave. “Angelita, do you ever stay out of trouble?” He patted your back and kissed your temple.

You held your chin as if you were in deep thought. “Mmm, nope. Its too much fun not to.”

“We should’ve nicknamed you little Diabla.” Gilly joked.

“Screw you, Gilly!”

“No, that’s your husband’s job and by the way you’ll be walking like Bambi for the next week will be proof enough.” You slapped Angel upside the head, but the only further his laughing. They all loved to tease you when you got in trouble with Miguel.

You didn’t have time to quip back, because Miguel came back done with his conversation with Bishop and from the looks of it, Bishop got some bad news. Hopefully, none of it had anything to do with you.

When you got in the car the partition was already rolled up, a big red flag that you were in trouble. “Sooooo, what did you talk to Bishop about? He looked upset.”

Miguel cut his eyes to you before he looked back out the window. “That other MC was on the way to the clubhouse to shoot up the place. I handled it when I was on the way. Just dumb luck we stumbled onto them.”

“Wowwww,” you blew a raspberry and widen your eyes as saucers. You hated when he was right, it knocked down all your objections. “Lucky that you were on the way then, huh?” You gave him a nervous smile and scratched the back of your head.

“Lucky?” He repeated the word with venom. “You could’ve died!”

“But I didn’t!”

“You disobeyed me!”

It was true, you didn’t listen, but everything worked out in the end. “I know but-”

One of Miguel’s hand grasped your throat hard enough to make breathing a little harder, but not enough to hurt you. He pressed his face against to the side of yours, harshly breathing against your ear. “No buts- you deliberately disobeyed me and if it wasn’t for me coming to get your bratty ass, you would’ve been dead!”

“Miguel, I’m sorry.”

With his other hand, Miguel shoved his hand down your pants. “Oh, you’re about to be sorry, mi vida. I’ll show you what these fingers can do.” His fingers pushed your panties to the side and explored all your wetness. “Shit! You’re loving this, you dirty little slut. I bet if I wanted to, you’d let me finger you in front of all your little Mayan friends.”

You began riding his fingers as he fucked into you. It was too much not to move. Miguel was an expert in your pleasure and knew how to set you off in minutes if that’s what he wanted, and it appeared he wanted you to suffer. “Miguel, pleaseeeeee.” You pleaded with him, grabbing onto his wrist for support.

“Hmm, please what, querida?” He licked the side of your face then pulled your earlobe in between his teeth. “Dime que quieres. (Tell me what you want.)”

“I want to cum. Please Miguel.” You pecked at his lips giving him the chance to devour your lips. “If you want to cum, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” Miguel murmured against your lips.

Miguel kept his fingers still as you rolled your hips. It wasn’t the same as him pumping his fingers in and out, but you knew there was one way you could get him to participate once again. Keeping your eyes on Miguel, you wet your fingers and let them find your clit. Not even one rub in and Miguel had his hand around your wrist. “Who told you that you could touch what’s mine?”

You bent down and whispered by his ear. “If it was yours, I would be cumming by now.”

Miguel growled and began furiously fingering you and rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Fucking brat! I better not hear any crying from you tonight talking about its too much. You’re taking everything I’m giving you.”

He wasn’t taking it easy on you anymore. Miguel pumped into you as fast as he could while suckling kisses along your shoulder up to his neck. “Te amo, mi vida. But if you ever do something that stupid again, I won’t have any problems locking your ass up.”

Your lips met Miguel’s for a searing kiss. “I love you too, Miguel.”

Taking some of your hair, Miguel moved it to the other side and kissed your neck. “Now cum all over my fingers.”

Your body immediately responded to Miguel’s command, making you leak onto the seat. That sight almost made Miguel unhinged, but he contained himself. The things he had planned for you couldn’t be executed in the back of a car. So, he allowed you to rest until you got back home, where he could teach you a lesson or two about obedience.

The thing about certain lessons with you was that they weren’t long-lasting. There was something that always drew you back to your rebellious ways. Tonight, was girl’s night and you were on your way out the door when you heard Miguel’s voice. “Go change.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked back at your husband sitting with Marcus and Nestor. “Excuse me?” Nestor rubbed his hand over his face and Marcus lowly chuckled. Looks like it was about to be an interesting night in the Galindo household.

Miguel put down the report he was reading and focused his eyes on you. “I said go change, mi amor.”

You knew this was a risqué outfit, but you thought if you walked fast enough, Miguel wouldn’t notice. “What’s wrong with this?” You asked, pretending like you damn well didn’t know what was wrong.

The chair scraped against the floor as Miguel backed out of the chair. He surrounded you as a predator inspecting his prey. A lion chomping at the bits to get to his meal. “You are not wearing that out. I will rip it off you. Now go change or you won’t see your friends until the next girls’ night.” He pulled the strap of your top, letting it slap against your skin. As you turned to go up the stairs, Miguel smacked your ass for his victory. It wasn’t very often that he easily won your compliance.

When you came back down, Miguel was much more appeased with your outfit. A simple flowy black tank top replaced the corset bodysuit you had on earlier. He genuinely wished you a good time as you left. Miguel knew that with a couple of drinks in you, you would be primed for some nasty sex later. Little did he know that you had your original top in your purse and had plans to ditch the bodyguards.

A little later that night, Miguel, Nestor, and Marcus went out to a restaurant to take a break from the tedious work. Nestor excused himself from the table when he got a call from the security team. Miguel flagged the waitress down when he saw Nestor pinched the bridge of his nose. It was the same thing he did when he heard you were up to no good. “She ditched the bodyguards?”

Nestor pulled out his phone to show Miguel a video. “Yeah and is having the time of her life.” Miguel grimaced as he fixed his suit jacket. “Let’s go get my wife before I have to fill my church pew.”

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The lounge you and your girls went to was nice at first, but after the first round of expensive watered-down drinks all of you were ready to go. Especially, since the music wasn’t danceable to. It was $2 everything at one of your old haunts, so that’s where you went. They had the best mix of current and old hits, having everyone vibing.

With all the drinks being $2 and very strong, you were easily drunk enough not to have a care in the world. Unsurprisingly though you were the most coherent (drinking with bikers would do that to you). So, you knew that you shouldn’t have gotten on top of the bar, but you couldn’t give one flying fuck. What was Miguel gonna do? Put you on his church pew? Please, one bash of these eyelashes and you’d be out of trouble.

The dj began playing a set of Megan thee Stallion and you were in your zone. You and your friends were providing entertainment as y’all screamed the lyrics out.

I want to do it ‘cause it’s fun

It’s fun to bad things

(Hood rat shit)

Drive into a car (Ahh)

Didi you know you could perhaps kill somebody?

(Mwah)

Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friends.

Instantly, you and your friends got into your Megan squats and twerked just like the song told y’all. Its been so long since you did it that you almost got scared that your knees would buckle.

Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends

(Ayy)

Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen

(Ayy)

Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)

If you weren’t so caught up, you would’ve felt the air in the room change. You would’ve felt the oxygen leave the room, making it harder to breath. You would’ve stopped making random people drive the boat while they had a great view of your cleavage due to your corset bodysuit that you secretly changed back into.

It wasn’t until you felt that overwhelming presence that you noticed your husband next to you. He rested his elbow on the bar and held his chin in his hand smiling up at you. “Oh, hi honey. Funny seeing you here.” You greeted him. Miguel couldn’t reach your hand, so he started rubbing on your ankle. “No, its funny seeing you here in that,” he nodded at your corset. “What happened to your other shirt?” There was no good answer, so instead you bent down and rapped the lyrics to Miguel, playfully having your fingers in his face.

You ain’t from my hood (Huh)

What you doing round here? (Hey)

Asking all them questions (Huh)

You must be the Feds (Ayy)

Better get from round here

Before you wind up dead (Yeah)

The corner of Miguel’s mouth quirked up as he patiently waited for the song to be over. Despite how mad he was, he enjoyed seeing you have fun with just the simple things. And it wasn’t from youthfulness, but from a good heart. That’s what made him love you. The only things you needed was your friends, family, and good times, and you reminded him that was important.

“Terminada?”

“Yup,” you took his offered hand and jumped down from the bar. He draped your leather jacket over your shoulders and zipped it up. “Really?” Your eyes dipped down to your chest. Miguel cupped your cheek before he kissed it. “Yes, really. Now let’s leave before I have to shoot someone for ogling you too long.” Quickly, you exited the bar. There was no need for anyone to die because of you.

On the way back to your house, Miguel didn’t reveal how pissed he was. He just kept a possessive hand on your denim clad thigh and discussed his plans for the week. He didn’t go into gory detail, but just enough to prepare you for how busy he would be. That was practically a warning. With him being pissed about your activities tonight and pair that with his busy schedule, let’s just say your glad you’ve been focused on your flexibility and stamina.

Finally, at home, the both of you told Nestor and Marcus good night. You headed for your room, but Miguel gripped the back of your neck tightly and steered you to the playroom down the hall. Miguel specifically used this room when he planned to fuck you for hours. Dear lord, this was gonna be a long night.

You knew better than to speak as he sets up the room. Standing stark still you watched as he lit candles, turned on the fairy lights, and set the LED lights a mix of blue and purple. Miguel loved how the blue hue reflected off your brown skin. It highlighted every single thing he loved about you.

When he was finished setting the ambiance, Miguel circled around you until he was standing directly behind you. He said nothing as his hands went to the button of your jeans. His warm breath caressed your neck like a hug, his hands setting fire to your skin as he pulled down your jeans.

A yelp escaped your lips when you felt Miguel’s teeth scrape against your ass. Done with what you were for sure knew were gonna leave marks, Miguel ran his nose along your ass until he reached the crook of your neck. He dug his fingers into your ass while his teeth dug into your shoulder. The pain was welcoming, making you quiver all over.

“Hands behind your back.” Miguel ordered. Soon, you felt the cuffs around your wrists and then the sensation was felt around your ankles as well. “Stay here.” He whispered against your ear.

You watched Miguel swagger to what you called the ‘sex couch’, it was curved to accommodate your bodies, specifically for adult activities. He sat down, legs all wide and inviting while he loosened his collar. Crooking his fingers, he told you to come here.

The heels you were wearing made you the perfect height that Miguel’s face was directly at your navel. He pressed a light kiss there, then he reached up to your shoulders to push you down on your knees.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock and you were instantly hypnotized. Honestly, Miguel should just whip it out all the time when he wants you to do something. You’ll listen to him…momentarily.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your clothes?” You inquired.

Miguel wrapped his hand around your hair. “No, at least one of us needs to know how to dress. Now, suck my dick. It ain’t gonna suck itself.” Out of nowhere, he pulled out a cigar, lit it and began smoking it, his way of dismissing you.

There was no way you were gonna tease him. From the tension in his body you knew he would snap at any moment. Your mouth engulfed his length, only getting a couple of bobs in until Miguel roughly pushed your head into his crotch and pummeling your mouth with his cock. All of him took up the room in your throat, but it didn’t bother you. You loved that it was you making those moans come out of Miguel’s mouth.

He granted you a little reprieve and let you up for some air. He took one more puff of his cigar before putting it out. His hands went to your corset to pull your breasts out and for a moment he fondles them with interest until he slapped them and twisted the nipples. “Dressed like a fucking whore! Letting everyone see your tits. I should’ve fucked you right on that bar. No one would’ve stopped me.” Miguel’s hand was now around your throat and he pulled you towards his face. “Would you have let me fucked you there? Hmm, be my little whore?”

“Yes daddy! Whatever you want to do to me, you can.”

His other hand found your hair again. “Huh, you’re giving me permission? I know I can do whatever the fuck I want to you because you’re mines. The only one who seems not know this is you. Can’t follow simple fucking instructions. Is it that hard to listen to me?”

“No.”

“Then why don’t you listen?”

The brat in you just had to jump out, you smiled up at him like a madwoman before responding. “Because it’s fun and I enjoy doing hood rat shit.”

Miguel finally snapped. With unknown strength he ripped your bodysuit off your body and threw you onto your stomach on the couch, securing your ankle cuffs to the locks on the couch. Miguel didn’t bother to take off his clothes, you could feel the fabric of his Armani slacks as he pushed into you.

Even though it was about Miguel’s pleasure, it was about yours as well. Every one of his thrust got you closer to your end, but you wanted more. You wanted to touch your husband, you wanted your lips to leave the same marks he was leaving, you wanted to look him in the eye as he called you a slut, whore, and everything in between. “Daddy turn me around. I want to look at you.” You pleaded.

Miguel hips stuttered a bit, he couldn’t believe what his ears just heard. Leaning forward, his clothed chest was against your naked back. “Did you just give me an order? You think you can just get what you want?”

He couldn’t see your doe eyes, but he could hear the sickeningly sweet babied tone you use on him whenever you want something. “Yes, because I’m your baby girl.”

“Be careful what you wish for, baby girl.” Miguel flipped you over, his hand flew to your throat as he thrusted into you. He loved how you tightened around him when his hand found its permeant place on your neck. “So, fucking responsive to me. Tell me how much you love this cock.”

“I love it so much, daddy. I wish you could be in me every minute of the day” you gasped in between thrusts.

Miguel hovered over you and smoothed your hair. “How sweet, kitten.” He mocked you, then spat in your mouth and smeared it over your face, before shoving four of his fingers in your mouth. He chuckled at how your eyes widen. “What? I thought you wanted to look at me?”

You tried to say something, but your words were muffled by his fingers. “Hmm, what was that whore?” Miguel took his fingers out so he could hear you clearly. “Can I cum, daddy? Pretty please.”

Miguel couldn’t deny you anymore. “Since you asked so nicely, you can.” His thumb reached for you clit and rubbed on it until your legs were shaking and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, but Miguel wanted your eyes on him. He grabbed the back of your neck and rested your forehead on his. “Look at me when you cum!” Once your eyes connected, Miguel reached his own orgasm and coated your walls with white hot cum.

In an instant, Miguel released the cuffs and carried you to the bed while giving you reassuring kisses and declarations of love. Despite your protests, he left to go get the both of you some water and towels to clean up. While he was gone you reached out for your phone that Miguel conveniently placed for you.

You: Sorry, guys I won’t be able to make it to our ride tomorrow. Raincheck?

Angel: I told y’all! I knew Galindo was gonna fuck her up for that outfit.

Coco: Damn! He broke you off that bad?

You: No, he broke me off that good!

Gilly: EARMUFFS!

You: Blame Dumbass #1 and Dumbass #2. Now am I gonna get a raincheck?

EZ: Yes, you will, Angelita. GN.

Knowing that the guys weren’t going to be mad at the fact that you weren’t going tomorrow, you silenced your phone, ignoring whatever argument they would no doubt get into. Instead you waited for your husband to return to continue breaking you off for the rest of the night.

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itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto · 3 years

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Lenny’s Bar.

A/N: Hi everyone, this fic is set in series 2/baby Spencer. GIF credit to owner, as I found it on Google.

It was Spencer’s hardest case yet since he got addicted to Dilaudid, and he recently found comfort in the least likely of places. He walked to the bar, near the metro station and slumped down next to the bar, getting his book out and rubbed his eyes. “Welcome to Lenny’s bar. What can I get you?” You smile at the young boy, who looks about your age. “Could I have a small whiskey with ice please?” He asks the pretty girl behind the bar, with a slight smile as he adjusted his glasses. “Of course. But between us you don’t look old enough to drink.” She says tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “And you don’t look old enough to work behind the bar.” Spencer said with a small chuckle, and discreetly showed her his FBI badge. The girl giggled, “Spencer? Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” “Nice to meet you Y/N.” Spencer said, “You can call me Spence if you like.” “I don’t recognise you. Have you been here before?” You ask putting some ice into the glass. Spencer shook his head, “Bad month. I’d rather not pour my feelings out though.” You nod understanding, “I get it. We all have our demons.” You say handing him his drink as the security guard walks around making sure you are okay and there’s no trouble. “I’m fine Antony.” You tell him, knowing Spencer is harmless. “What do you want to talk about Spence?” “Tell me about a cocktails origin story?” Spencer asked with a smile and put down his book. “Well, the history of the margarita cocktail dates back to…” You began

1 month later, you and Spencer have started dating. “How is your day going Spence?” You ask, as you walk around a park with Spencer, after going for a lunch date. “We don’t have a case, so it’s nice to have a day just doing paperwork.” Spencer smiled, “How about you?” “Fine. It’s nice to have a Friday off.” You smile, since that night at the bar, 2 weeks ago Spencer asked you on a date, and you have never met a guy like him. “I’m still struggling with my addiction, but even though I know you are not my therapist, and would never expect you to be, it’s nice to talk to someone when I get back from a case you know?” Spencer said biting his lip. You debate on whether to hold Spencer’s hand and chose not to. “Sort of, I guess. I work long hours behind the bar and going home to an empty studio flat isn’t always nice. But the majority of the time, I’m too tired to do anything. I’m so proud of how far you’ve come in only a month Spence.” You say with a smile. “Thank you Y/N.” Spencer smiles, then notices you shiver as a cool breeze hits you. “Here.” He smiled, putting his cardigan on you. “Won’t you get cold?” You ask snuggling into it. Spencer shook his head. “It suits you better anyway.” 3 months later, and 15 dates later. “I can’t believe you like Doctor Who as much as me.” Spencer smiled, as you were cuddled in his arms. “Yes, well, my family are British, so we watch it a lot at Christmas.” You smile, “Did you think that we’d end up dating 3 months ago when you first came into the bar?” “Honestly, no. But you were too cute not to ask out.” Spencer smiled and tickled your sides as you squirmed into him. “Spence... Stop…” You squirm whilst giggling in his arms and he eventually stops. “Sorry, your giggles make me melt.” Spencer said biting his lip. “What are you thinking about Spence?” You ask him Spencer looks down. “I…” “Did you relapse Spence? Oh sweetheart.” You say putting his head in your hands. Spencer shook his head, “No. I didn’t. Thanks to you I’ve not gone near any Dilaudid since our 3rd date.” He said, “I have something to ask you.” “What is it? You can ask me anything.” You say. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Spencer asks, looking up at you. “I can’t imagine you not in my life anymore, and I am falling in love with you more and more every-day. I have not touched any drugs since we started dating. Well, besides my cigarettes.” You feel a few tears run down your cheeks; you are so proud of Spencer. “I’d love to be your girlfriend Spence.” You say as Spencer pulls you into a kiss. The following month the team are on the plane home after a tough case, everyone is either sleeping or playing cards. “Your turn to deal Dr Reid.” Emily smiled, “Are you okay?” She asked. “Fine.” Spencer said, and dealt the cards, thinking how he is looking forward to seeing you once he gets off the plane. “We should go for a drink once we get off the plane.” Rossi suggests, taking his cards. “That case was a tough one for all of us.” Everyone who is awake agrees. “You guys have fun.” Spencer says. “You’re coming too pretty boy.” Morgan said, now awake and texts Penelope to tell her to get ready. “I... No. I have plans.” Spencer said, ‘With my girlfriend and a pack of cigarettes but that isn’t your business’ he thinks to himself. “What kind of plans?” Emily perked up. “Plans that I don’t want you nosey people involved in.” Spencer says adjusting his glasses as he looks at his cards. Rossi, Derek and Emily all look at each-other. “One drink won’t hurt Reid.” Rossi says. “We’re going to try that bar near the office, and near the metro if that is what you’re worried about. Lenny’s, I think is what it’s called.” Spencer bit his lip, it’s the bar that you work at. “Fine.” He sighs and quickly texts you to let you know the team will be coming. “Oh Spence, I know you wanted to me to meet them a different way, but at least you’re staying over at mine tonight so we can go once my shift is over if you want.” You reply. “Thanks, see you in an hour. I love you.” Spencer sent back “I love you too.” You send back and continue your shift. The plane lands, and the team heads back to the FBI to pick up Penelope and walk to the bar. Morgan wraps his arm around Penelope’s waist as they walk telling her about what happened on the plane. “He totally has a girlfriend.” Penelope whispered “Definitely.” J.J nodded in agreement as Hotch opened the door for everyone. “I’ll meet you inside.” Spencer said, “Just going to have a cigarette first.” “Since when do you smoke?” Emily asked, “You never join me when I have smoke breaks.” “I prefer to go alone.” Spencer said, “It helps when I get cravings for Dilaudid but now they are very rare.” He admits, quite proud of himself. “Just don’t go home, you have a drink with your name on it in there.” Hotch said patting Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer nods and lights up, walking to the back of the bar where you are wearing one of his hoodies. “Hi.” He smiles at you, something about you just makes him melt into a puddle, and whilst you are lighting up your own cigarette he wraps his arms around your waist. “Hi handsome.” You smile at him, “Bad case?” Spencer nods sadly, putting his head into your shoulders. “Yeah. I’d rather not talk about it though.” He doesn’t ever want you to hear about the horrors of his job, but your hugs and warmth bring him back to earth. “Well, we can sit here until I’ve finished my cigarette then I have to go back in but we can talk about this new pretty bra I got, when we get back to my place if you like?” You wink Spencer kisses your lips gently after you have exhaled, “I’d love that. You give the best distractions.” You giggle as Spencer takes a drag from his cigarette, “Sorry it was a bad case.” You say turning to face him and place your hand on his cheek rubbing away the tears. “I’m just glad I have someone in my life.” Spencer said, “I can’t imagine you not in it now.” “You romantic. Kissing a girl behind a shitty bar and keeping me safe from the bad guys. Dreamy.” You say as Spencer smiles at you as you sit on empty beer kegs for a few minutes as you have your head on Spencer’s shoulder, enjoying the company and how very few words have to be said sometimes. You finish your cigarette. “What do you want to drink, and I’ll get it ready. I finish in an hour so we can go then if you can handle your team for another hour.” You say “Just a beer is fine. I liked the one I had last week.” Spencer says as you put out your cigarette. “Okay handsome.” You smile and open the door “Wait.” Spencer says “Yeah?” You smile Spencer kisses you softly again. “I love you.” “I love you too.” You say blushing and go back inside as Spencer goes to join the team.

“Took you long enough pretty boy. I nearly had your drink.” Morgan says as Spencer sits down already feeling better now that he’s seen you. Spencer shrugs it off and smiles at you from behind the bar, then he notices the girls are talking to you and slightly sweats in his palms. “Hi, welcome to Lenny’s bar. What can I get you?” You smile at them taking off the hoodie. “Well, we wanted to give you this.” Penelope says about to give you Spencer’s card with his number on it. ‘Oh angel, if only you knew I already have it.’ You think to yourself “No, we didn’t.” J.J says quickly taking it from Penelope “Just a bottle of house red and a sex on the beach cocktail please.” Emily said “Don’t hold back on the vodka.” Penelope winked “You got it.” You smile, “Not seen you guys before and I know my regulars.” “We’re with…” J.J said showing her credentials to you secretly, this wasn’t a bar that FBI types would hang out. You nod, “You can trust me, I won’t tell. I’m Y/N by the way.” The girls smiled and paid you, then introduced themselves and the team. Half an hour later, Rossi ordered another round and you brought it over, Spencer asked you via text if he could introduce you as his girlfriend which you nodded to him as you served a regular and then went over with the teams drinks. “And bottle of white wine for the ladies.” You say finishing off distributing the drinks to the team and clear away the empty glasses. “Er... Guys..” Spencer said nervously “Yes, Reid?” Rossi asked sipping his beer. “I’d like to introduce you all to someone. Y/N is my girlfriend.” Spencer smiled as he pulled you onto his lap making you blush as he rubbed your back soothingly. “Girlfriend?!” Derek says spitting out some of his drink which Penelope quickly cleans up “Pay up.” Hotch said to Rossi who gave him $50. “How long have you been together?” Penelope smiled, happy for the genius. “4 months.” You smile “That’s since…” Hotch began as he put the $50 in his wallet. “I wouldn’t have battled my addiction if it wasn’t for her.” Spencer smiled kissing your cheek “Spence… I have to go, I still have another half an hour of my shift.” You say giggling in his arms “Sorry.” Spencer frowned, wishing you could come on cases with him and cuddle you all day long. “It’s okay, I’ll be done before you know it.” You smile “Will you join us for a drink when you’re done Y/N?” Penelope asked sipping her drink, “Perfect amount of vodka by the way.” You look at Spencer, who nods with a smile. “Deal.” You say and go back to the bar. “Looks like we have someone new to join us on girls night.” J.J smiled Taglist: @pumpkin-goob , @jpegjade , @andiebeaword , @hopebaker , @hotchsbabygirl , @hercleverboy , @cupcake525 , @gubetube , @aperrywilliams , @cosmic-psychickitty , @marleyhotchner , @gubler-me-up , @goldentournesol , @jenna-jd , @reidgraygubler , @g0ldengubler , @gcblers , @peachpitfics Taglist and fic requests are open!

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moondustaeil · 3 years

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If your moots (or blogs you want to be mutuals with) were fanfics, what would they be? I personally think you'd be a 'royalty au, protective brother king!Kun × princess/prince!reader × suitor!Sangyeon' fanfic! 📚

You just seem very mature and put-together to me.

hihi, my love!! This was so nice to do even if it took a long time, I loved it so thank you. Also thank you for saying what fic I would be, I wish I could live in that fic 🥺💙

If you’re not in here, I’m so sorry, I’ll still add you if you want or next time someone asks me this, I’ll add you!

you can find the fics and moots under the cut! I didn’t go in any particular order, just who popped in my mind at what moment and émi last bc she’s my world yes. This is way longer than expected

@sunhyuck

Au: soulmates

Pairing: wanderer!Haechan x Kei

Backstory: ever since Donghyuck accidentally met eyes with a stranger on the street, he is greeted with sunflowers scattered along his path. Young sunflowers dance under the sun, turning to the source of warmth and light. Just like the sun is all you've been gazing at ever since you walked on the same path as your soulmate.

Why: because I truly think of Kei as one of the people I'll always go to and when thinking about soulmates, I think of people who find each other and accept each other despite different lives. That I will connect to the weird variety of subjects we talked about. I love you, my angel (if you're reading this).

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@neo-cult-ure

Au: demonic entities , haunted house , roommates

Pairing: composer!Taeyong x journalist!Ley

Backstory: Taeyong has been shouting over his music to you for over half a year, almost begging you to dedicate a column to him and his music. When his equipment starts picking up the strange noises coming from the house, it becomes clear that the clock hasn't been stopping at 3:19am for nothing. With Taeyong discovering the entity living among you, you decide to dedicate the article to Taeyong and your invisible roommate.

Why: do I even need to explain, this queen owns horror and the horror concept. She's the one I'll bow to because I owe her a lot and she's freaking talented.

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@ceruleanskies

Au: secret relationship

Pairing: soloist!Yuta x stylist!Kai

Backstory: ever since Yuta appeared on the red carpet with a short haircut, fans hunt for the person that made the decision to get rid of his mullet. All fingers point towards you, stylist of Nakamoto Yuta, from each finger a new opinion flows into your ears: too short, not the right colour, better looking with the mullet. Though one finger shoots the arrow right in the heart "they're dating."

Why: because I truly adore Kai even though I'm way too scared to actually tell, I don't want to mess up and make her think that I'm some kind of weird person. In my eyes, she sparkles through my screen.

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@neonun-au

Au: dating app

Pairing: photographer!Johnny x Mads

Backstory: just like he with a button alters between the different pictures on his camera, Johnny alters between the different profiles, swiping them in his desired direction. That's how you strand in his life and mostly his camera roll: the pictures he takes, one by one, capture you.

Why: because even though we don't know each other well, I truly want to capture her in my memory and think about the smiles I had on my face when reading her messages.

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@flowerhyucky

Au: arranged by fate (you can call this soulmates but I'm calling this arranged by fate)

Pairing: Hendery x Ana

Backstory: one day, the flowering plant amaranthus caudatus settles itself in the middle of an empty field. Another day, someone else's birth flower is planted next to the amaranthus caudatus. The young miracles of nature grow just as their owners do, however, they don't bloom until the love between you and Hendery starts to bloom.

Why: I really like Ana and her URL actually inspired the story, I could write so many adorable aus to fit her but nothing would compare. I truly like her vibes and her personality is so beautiful, like wow.

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@smileyjaeminies

Au: university , writer

Pairing: writing student!Jaemin x student!Alex

Backstory: exam season is closer than expected for you, with only a few days to go until you scribble your knowledge down on the exam sheet and a week to go until you need to hand in your paper. However, someone is willing you help you with that paper. Na Jaemin, student and writer who seems to have more control over his life than the earth has over global warming. As the word document increases in pages, so does your liking towards the young writer.

Why: I met Alex thanks to thesunnyshow that we're both co-admins of, and it immediately felt as if we were friends. Alex helped me through the screen when I fell off my bike (yes haha, a 21-year-old one took the wrong brake) and I try to make it work when she's busy with uni but we have a shift. So I think we're a great team and that's why I picked this au.

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@fruityutas

Au: broken relationship

Pairing: Taeil x Emily

Backstory: "Can I go on?" Taeil asks himself every morning, gazing upon your sheet-covering body as you drown in the world of sleep. The wind howls outside the window, and Taeil wishes the wind would push you towards him, but the soft blowing only pulls you further away from him. You feel a soft breath against your neck, the soft lips murmuring "without you, there's no way."

Why: I don't know why I chose this particular plot, maybe it was because I was listening to a song and based it on that. Initially, I wanted to go for a cheerful and happy plot that reminded me of her URL, but I ended up with angst. I remember we had this talk about angst and went from that. Also, I adore her so much, I probably expressed that once in a gc already but I'm saying it again.

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@afishcalledfatin

Au: friends to lovers

Pairing: Jungwoo x Fatin

Backstory: for as long as you can remember, you've been friends with Kim Jungwoo. In your childhood and teenage years, the term BFFs would be engraved in each object you gave to each other, but now that you two are adults, life is different. You want to give him the world because he deserves everything, he wants to give you love because his heart is longing for yours.

Why: because she feels like a friend that I've had for years, we don't always talk but when we do, it just feels like we've been friends since forever. I love that a lot about her and I love how easy she is to approach and talk to, she's a true darling.

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@heartyyjeno

Au: strangers to lovers

Pairing: Sungchan x Alesha

Backstory: trainee life is tough for Sungchan, even thinking about having to walk for over half an hour to get to the dance studio is something Sungchan stopped looking forward to. However, he meets you on his way, walking along the same path to get to a different location. One step a day with you along his side is all it takes for him to look forward to it again, to walking with you and getting to know you better.

Why: because Alesha is a great friend and we, unfortunately, don't talk as much as we used to, but that doesn't take away I'm always there for her and she's always there for me. Sungchan's walk resembles the many different talks that we had together and not all of them were fun, but we walked the path together.

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@jimjamjaemin

Au: youtuber , vlogger

Pairing: vlogger!Mark x vlogger!Mona

Backstory: Mark and you have been a couple for over a year, with the growing interest in your relationship, you and Mark start a YouTube channel. From a look in the life to fun challenges, you and Mark take over the crown of cute YouTube couples.

Why: Mona and i didn't meet in the best situation, we started to talk when there was quite some drama in the fandom. But I love Mona and the thing she made me for my birthday reminded me of an editor which led me to a youtuber au!

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@chaoticdeobi

Au: bakery/coffee shop (bc how can I not, she kicked me out of the coffee queue)

Pairing: soft-spoken!New x coffee shop owner!Bea

Backstory: the coffee quote that hangs inside your coffee shop, is something that Chanhee cites every day. With a soft voice, he orders his coffee and then flashes you his smile when you proceed to tell him that the cookie is on the house. As you bring the coffee to his table, the last minute of your shift ticks by, and when you sit with him, you start your shift as girlfriend.

Why: I literally love love love Bea, sometimes she reminds me of a soft-spoken person and other times she reminds me of a chaotic deobi. I still laugh to myself thinking about our talks, thinking about having fun together. We don't get to talk as much as I'd like, but when we do, I wish we could talk forever.

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@juyeonzz

Au: criminal , badass , something chique

Pairing: criminal!Jacob x partner in crime!Qiu

Backstory: pointing the gun at his future victim, Jacob awaits your return. You explore the house: tugging at knobs of money-filled drawers, opening jewellery-clad treasures. But you are looking for the key to Jacob's heart, a golden key dusted with scratches, poisoned with old blood from when someone else locked his heart and pulled the key out harshly.

Why: because Qiu really gives me chique and sad vibes, when I think about her, I think about a longing feeling described with poetic words. Qiu wasn't my first mutual but if I need to mention my first mutuals, there's a big chance I'll include her because it feels like she was one of the first people I got close to.

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@atbzkingdom

Au: dream

Pairing: Haknyeon x Dee

Backstory: if Haknyeon were to have one more day on this earth, how would be spend it? He would make a timetable of which you are the only returning factor, because he would like to drown himself in time with you. Twenty-four hours in which he is the sun that illuminates each part of the world, the world that is you, rotating until the sun is replaced by the moon.

Why: I don't know Dee that well because we haven't talked overly much, but whenever I think about her, I think about references with the earth, sun and moon or natural things. She's just a sweet person, and it seems really natural to talk to her!

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@127-mile

Au: muse , painting

Pairings: Ten x Émi (but there's also Renjun in here)

Backstory: from the brush that Renjun manoeuvres, droplets of paint colour the blank canvas in a self-made story. Ten, the master that learned Renjun how to portray his muse, is now standing next to Émi, the young woman returning in each painting of Ten. Never had they stood next to each other: artist and muse. Never had they consciously smiled at each other. Never had they been real. Until now. Immortalised on the canvas, Ten hugs his Émi, they might both be droplets of paint with a shadow, but behind the canvas Renjun bids farewell to his last painting. His tear streaks the painting, blurring the line between reverie and reality

Why: because Émi and Renjun are both my muses in life and writing, creatively but also in daily things. I proclaim my love for Émi a lot but that never takes away how genuine it is, because I genuinely love her and sometimes it seems so surreal that she's in my life. Sometimes I'm afraid that she's a dot, a droplet of paint that will fade by time until I have no more remains of her. But however long we have left, I will cherish and love her each day just like she loves Ten (isn't that a sad love story, I literally cried for like five minutes after this 😂)

#Seashell telephone 🐚 (ask)#Don't have a tag for my mutuals whoops but I'll make it one day

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Apocalypse: Sanctuary - Chapter 4

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The air was thick and smelled of must. People crowded into the streets like they were in the center of New York City, but when she looked up she saw the towering remnants of an ancient metropolis. Like a tide, they pulled at her this way and that. Green eyes staring up at the sky quickly were once more pulled to the cobblestone street beneath her feet as she tripped and fell to the ground.

She had to move. That was the only thing she was sure of. She had to find him.

“He’s here!” the people murmured, the phrase coming towards her like ripples in a pond, followed by gushing. Their words were a roar in her ear, fan-girls and fan-boys all vying to be seen and heard over all the others.

Something possessive curled around her heart, a jealous python that would squeeze until the organ burst in her chest and rendered her lifeless on the street. Then she would be left to be trampled by the stampede, head caved in and bones broken by a million feet — the second rendition of the Who concert of the 19070s.

She had to move.

The snake in her chest provoked something in her. Her hands were like claws as they dug into the shoulders of those in front of her, pulling them back so she could surge forwards. Like rag-dolls they allowed her to tear into them or perhaps she simply didn’t care if they were hurt. All that mattered was finding him.

Finally, she could see the edge of their ranks. They were like a funeral procession, swaying back and forth silently. No cries of praise or screaming of star-struck fans close to their equivalent of a god. He wasn't a god… not to her. Or maybe he was? She couldn’t recall.

All she knew is that when she looked at him her heart soared and she felt happier than she had ever felt before. When she finally saw his golden hair between the silhouettes of those before her she felt giddy, a smile pulling at her lips as she reached out to him. Blue eyes met hers and she could see the universe within them, a sea she could explore a million times over without growing tired. She smiled so much it hurt, her lips forming his name like a prayer.

The smile faded as quickly as it had formed. His back turned to her as he ascended the stairs, up to one of the ancient monoliths that surrounded them. Her heart fell to her stomach and all she could do was stand there, hot and salty tears pouring down her cheeks.

He was hers, wasn’t he? Or was she simply of the masses, looking upon him and wishing to be looked upon in return… to be something more than what they were.

Em awoke with a gasp, heart hammering in her ears as she stared down at the floor of the empty hallway, the wall she leaned on cool to the touch.

Wait… hallway?

Panicked, she righted herself, turning around in circles as she tried to figure out where she was. How did she end up in the hallway? The last thing she remembered was Venable sending them to their rooms as wardens rushed in to deal with the snakes. Emily, as usual, had pulled Em to her senses… literally tugging her from the chair with the help of The Fist. The Three Musketeers had gathered in the library, Timothy convinced they had actually summoned a demon while the two girls sought a more logical explanation

Then she had gone to bed, seeking refuge from the continuous hunger that clawed at her belly… sleepwalking maybe? But she had never sleepwalked before…

Em looked down at her legs. She had gotten dressed, entirely in purple with a bow around her neck and puffed sleeves that reminded her of the 80s. Her now shoulder-length hair was even pulled back into a bun.

A hand went to her wrist, something stiff behind the cuffs of her sleeves. She had even readied the pocket knife she had smuggled in, hidden in a secret pocket she had sown in during their first few weeks in the outpost.

She had always been meticulous when getting ready for the day — the curse of Victorian clothes and an inability to trust the presiding authority. So how could she not remember? Dissociating wasn’t new to her — it was common to get into a routine and go on autopilot, but this was just… black. Like she had drunk too much or had her wisdom teeth removed.

“Em!” A voice called, the woman in question turning at the sound of footsteps running in her direction. Emily bounded towards her, lifting her skirt so she could move as quickly as possible. “There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!”

The brunette didn’t even note the buzzing feeling until it retreated from her, leaving her head, then her shoulders, and onward until it left her toes and seemed to seep into the floor, her spine-shivering at the sensation. How could she not have felt it jitter her bones?

Emily noted her friend's distant gaze and pinched brows, hand going to cover Em’s freezing ones. “Are you alright?”

Em shook her head, trying to clear away the fog.

“Sorry,” She apologized, offering an unconvincing and certainly not reassuring smile despite her intentions, “lost my head for a moment there. Did you need something?”

Emily frowned for a moment but didn’t push.

“Venable called for a meeting. Maybe we’ll finally figure out something.”

She took a few steps forward, hand reaching back for Em to take. A small relieved smile flickered to Emily’s face as Em took her hand, allowing the ebony-haired girl to tug her along to the salon.

“Who do you think was in Venable’s office?” Emily asked. Her hand was tight around Em’s as if she were afraid the brunette would float away.

“I don’t know.”

“Has to be someone important. I’ve never seen her so ruffled.”

“She deserves to be ruffled,” Em notes, earning a laugh from her companion.

“Amen to that.”

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Em would probably never stop complaining about the arrangement of furniture in the salon. Having her back to open air was unnerving and knowing a wall of Greys were behind her didn’t help smooth out the hairs that stood up on the back of her neck.

She shifted this way and that as the others chatted around her, trying to find a position that eased her tension. The brunette would slouch, but corsets made that physically impossible. Emily noted her friend's discomfort and offered her a reassuring smile.

God, she wished she could join the Greys, standing in the background against the walls or above them on the small balcony. She glanced over to Venable who stood front and center. It reminded Em of an annoying governess, looking down at her charges with her nose in the air. No, if Em moved that would break the woman's precious rules. Heavens knew they couldn’t break quid pro quo of their tiny society.

While Venable’s presence was enough to seep any joy from the room, there was an added weight to the usual tension. This moment was going to be a defining one. A visitor knocking on one's door during a nuclear winter was haunting and they had all been warned about the cannibals… the wild, tumor infested ones at the very least.

The clicking of heels against wood was a drum-roll suitable for a battlefield, growing closer and closer at an agonizingly slow pace. They all turned their attention to the door which stood wide open by a Grey. From the shadows, a man came forth.

His clothes were much more modern than her own, making Em feel more than a bit ridiculous. She kept her hands in her lap and forced herself not to fidget as he rounded the room. The light of the fire he was approaching made his features more prominent, but her attention was focused on his hair. The way the firelight hit him made it seem like there was a golden halo around his head, catching and setting ablaze every stray strand. It was enough to awe at, the poet in her quick to make a comparison to angels. Then again, even God’s most beautiful angel had locks of golden hair… and they all know what happened to him.

He came to a stop uncomfortably close to Venable. It was enough to unnerve the woman, a triumphant smile quickly pressed into a thin line. His actions were primal, a lion trying to take over the pride. When Em glanced at Emily and the others she found that they had already removed their gaze as if they were watching a dance that was not meant to be seen. Coco scratched at the back of her neck and even Dinah preoccupied herself with straightening a wrinkle in her dress.

Whatever Venable saw in the man’s eyes was enough to make her falter and step back, the second-long interaction feeling much longer.

Smug, he pulled his gaze away from the queen of Outpost 3 and glanced over them with his hands behind his back. He oozed and burned with something Em had been yearning for — power. Letting the silence sit for a moment, he finally addressed them.

“My name is Langdon and I represent The Cooperative,” He started, “I won't sugarcoat the situation.”

They all sat a little straighter, eager to hear him speak. His eyes linger on her and she does not look away, makes sure of it. It was a primal interaction she knew all too well.

“Humanity is on the brink of failure,” Langdon went on, eyes not leaving hers, waiting for her to turn away.

While the existence of “alphas” was debatable and even debunked by the man who coined it, dogs and even cats avert their eyes from their more powerful counterparts. Em would not bow her head to anyone.

“My arrival here,” He continued, finally pulling away, “was crucial to the survival of civilized life on earth. The three other compounds — in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia, and San Angelo, Texas — have been overrun and destroyed.”

West Virginia — that’s where Em had been initially placed before some rich benefactor decided their dog was more deserving of her position there. She was lucky The Cooperative even bothered to place her somewhere else. While Texas would have been the next closer outpost to where she was on the east coast, she was honestly quite glad to be where she was. Enough of her life had been spent surrounded by bigoted rednecks.

Langdon went on, “We’ve had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they, too, have been eliminated.”

Em bit her lip to keep down the retort that threatened to burst out. A giant fucking ocean and radiation interfering with whatever electrical-waves that could be used for communication ensured little to no communication. She doubted a radioactive pigeon could even survive long enough to make a voyage.

“What happened to the people inside?” Timothy asked across from her. He was the only one that seemed relaxed, leaning against the arm of the chair as he had during every cocktail hour for the past 18 months.

Langdon spared him a fleeting glance, tone light despite the gravity, “Massacred.”

“By who?” Em prompted.

The quick side-eye from the man was enough to tell her that he had heard her, but was choosing not to address her.

He was not shy to deliver the news which he had come here to give them, “The same fate that will befall almost all of you.”

“Almost all?” A Grey questioned from behind her. Em glanced in the direction of the voice to find the girl that had delivered Em her clothes a few days before. Coco’s friend… though "friend" would be a very loose word.

Once again, Langdon pretended not to hear. Looking at the girl, but not dignifying her with a response.

“In the knowledge that this very moment might occur,” he said, “We built a failsafe — The Sanctuary.”

“The Sanctuary?” Coco echoed.

“The Sanctuary,” He went on, quickly growing tired of the interruptions, “is unique. It has certain security measures that will prevent overrun.”

Mead made a face at that, clearly bothered by this bit of information, “Excuse me, sir, what measures? Why weren’t we given them?”

“And why weren’t they applied to all outposts?” Em couldn’t help but add, meeting Mead’s gaze which shared a similar glimmer of realization.

When she turned back to the blond, his eyes were boring into her own, raising a hand to silence Mead, “That’s classified.”

He sighed, unable to hide his annoyance, “All that matters is that The Sanctuary will… survive, so the people inside it will survive, so that humanity will survive.”

Andre had looked at the man with contempt from the moment Langdon had entered the room. His eyes flared with anger the other residents were all too familiar with. “Who are the people who are populating it?”

Langdon shook his head, eyes shimmering with something akin to amusement, “…also classified. However, I have been sent to determine if any of you are worthy and fit to join us.”

Chattering filled the room, Coco’s face breaking into a smile as she turned to Gallant and Dinah beaming as she squeezed her son’s hand. Timothy, Em, and Emily could only spare one another silent and concerned looks. They all knew the questions in the minds of the other two. Did wealth factor into their chances? Either was, Em was reluctant to get her hopes up… she had learned that lesson long before the apocalypse.

“The Cooperative has developed a particular and rigorous questioning technique we like to call… ‘Cooperating’.” Langdon explained, glancing over to them with a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth, threatening to grow into something more. “I will then use the information gained to determine if you belong.”

This time, Em could not hold back the quiet scoff that left her. He had to know what he sounded like. His sarcastic tone implied that much… like a CEO on his high horse telling minimum wage workers that if they worked hard enough then they wouldn’t have to worry about rent.

Naturally, Coco was quick to throw a fit and complain. The other residents could practically sense it coming like it was The Force from Star Wars.

“What is this? The Hunger Games?” she spat, “This is bullshit. I paid my way in here and that is the only cooperating I plan on doing.”

Em sighed and leaned towards Emily, being careful to keep her voice to a whisper, “I think I’d prefer The Hunger games.”

Emily gave her a look, biting her lip to hide the amusement that had begun to show itself on her face.

Langdon waited out the tirade like a parent watching their child throw a tantrum in a Target. Certain it would come to an end, but not quite sure when. Part of him even looked shocked at the outburst altogether.

“You don’t have to sit for questioning,” he informed her. Whatever first impression Em would make on this man, she could at the very least assure herself that is wasn’t as bad as Coco’s.

“What happens if we chose not to?” Andre asked.

“Then you stay here and die.” Langdon snapped. He had hoped for his message to be implied through his speech, but these people seemed to need their hand held, either too stupid or too lazy to put 2 and 2 together.

“I volunteer to go first!” Gallant proclaimed abruptly, raising his hand into the air.

“And so you shall,” Langdon said with a smirk. Em’s eyes lingered on the hairstylist, making a note to keep her ears to the pavement. The man couldn’t keep a secret to save his life… then again it wouldn’t be past him to tell her the wrong information just to ensure his own salvation.

“The process should only take me a week or so,” Langdon said, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket, “so you won’t be kept in suspense forever. For those of you who don’t make the cut, all is not lost.”

His eyes scanned over them once more as he held up a vial, “If the worst should happen and feral cannibals come knocking, down one of these.”

There were only a few pills left and they all had to wonder if the vial was once full to the brim, “one minute later, you fall asleep and never wake up.”

Emily’s hand gripped on to Em’s skirt, but Em did not share her concern. She was quite surprised at her relief, tension leaving her shoulders. What was it that Hamlet said — “To sleep perchance to dream?” She was so tired of fighting, but the thought of death was a sobering chill in her bones, an existential fear she could not escape. She was like Jekyll and Hyde, flickering between wanting to live and wanting to fall into an endless slumber.

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

Langdon left as quick as he had entered, in silence with nothing but the clicking of heels down a hallway to give any sign he was even there at all.

They all sat there, staring at nothing… some of them turning their gaze inward. Em could only wonder what the price of survival was. Right now they were living one day only to make it to the next. It was hell, plain and simple. This ultimatum was simply choosing the lesser of two evils.

All she wanted was to see the sky — the real thing, not a worn photograph frozen in time. But there wasn’t a sky anymore, was there? Just a green haze. The brunette was nothing more than a walking corpse, the dance of day to day life, of cocktail hour and dinners and library sessions, was just a distraction. Who was to say they weren’t leaving one prison to be locked in another?

Sometimes she just wanted to scream until her vocal cords snapped.

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It didn’t take long for the purples to be at each other’s throats. She found it almost morbidly amusing — in the plight to survive they would end up killing one another until no one was left. That was irony, right? Em had become hazy on the exact definition and was too lazy at the moment to search for the answer.

“Well, smooth move asking to go first,” Coco scoffed, turning and glaring at the man beside her as soon as Venable had left the room.

“There’s an old actor’s adage,” Evie sighed, “Either go first or go last.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Coco snipped.

“Are you suggesting that he is going to pass me up?”

“You’re ancient! He’s looking for people to repopulate the earth, not fill a bingo hall.”

“You know, for someone with the mental capacity of a 3-year-old, I suppose 52 might seem ancient.”

Coco laughed, mocking and without mercy, “You were 52 when Elvis took his last shit!”

“That’s enough,” Gallant groaned.

“Oh, no.” Evie said, “let her spout. I remember a wonderful lunch that I had with Dan Tana’s with Natalie Wood.”

Coco groaned and pressed her face into a hand she had propped up on the arm of the chair.

“Natalie turned to me and she said,” Evie continued, changing to mock an accent Em couldn’t quite place, “’ Evie, you are a survivor. You’re gonna outlive us all.’”

With a flourish of her hand, the old woman procured a fan from somewhere on her person and used it to emphasize her point, “and dear Natalie — she turned out to be right.”

Em’s restraint and sanity were at an end. Whatever thread it had been dangling by snapping as she listened to Gallant and Coco go at the other’s throat, the other residents hardly doing anything to help the situation.

Emily jumped as the brunette next to her suddenly jumped to her feet. Coco opening her mouth to retort to the old woman’s story, but finding herself cut off.

“Shut up!” She cried, “For the love of god, shut up!”

The group went quiet, shocked and looking to another for some explanation. Em wasn’t one to hide her aggravation, but it was mostly aimed at Venable. For the past 18 months, she had been relatively quiet save for her interactions with Emily and Timothy.

“Realistically,” She posed, “What is going to happen to us?”

Coco frowned, “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to be in that sanctuary.”

Evie scoffed, “darling, you have as much of a chance getting into that sanctuary as Stu does.”

Coco narrowed her eyes, “Stu’s dead.”

“That’s her point.” Gallant sighed.

“You have no right to speak his name!” Andre snapped before turning and glaring at the old woman, “especially you!”

“We didn’t eat your boyfriend!” Coco and Gallant snapped back in unison.

Dinah stood and took a spot next to Em who could only roll her eyes at the former star’s antics, “The only way to survive is to work together.”

“Oh, shut up,” Coco groaned, leaning her head back on the couch, “that garbage may have worked in TV land, but this is real life.”

“And real life has need of influencers?” Em scoffed. She was beyond done with this batch of spoiled socialites and tired of holding her tongue in the hopes that one day they may prove useful. “Spare me.”

Coco gaped at her, turning to her and beginning to bop her head again like an angry chicken, “there are 2 types of people in the world: the influenced and the influencers.”

Em shook her head, hands coming to her chin as if she was praying, “The old world, you mean.”

“Old world, new world.” Coco said, “it’s all the same.”

“Is that what you tell yourself?” Em asked, holding back a laugh.

“Oh, and you have all the answers?”

“No,” Em admitted, coming to stand in front of the fireplace, “but I have facts: most of the people in this room have no applicable skills.”

Coco raised a finger and opened her mouth.

Em held out a hand, pointing at her with the rage of god, “I swear if the word influencer leaves you mouth one more time—”

Whatever Coco saw in the brunette’s eyes was enough to shut her up, eyes going to the ground before her before she glanced at the others. Even Emily was frightened by her friend’s current rampage, looking to Timothy who only shrugged… Em had a point.

“Scientists theorized after World War Three,” Em explained, pacing back and forth, “that 80 percent of people would die in the blast and the other 20 percent would die in the aftermath.”

“But the Sanctuary—”

Em cut off Gallant, “The only sanctuary we have is in death and this place— ”

She motioned to the room around here, “— this place only prolongs our suffering.”

“Well if you’re so right and whatever why don’t you just off yourself and save us the headache!” Coco snapped.

“Out fingers have the consistency of a carrot,” Em sighed, speaking more to herself than the others, “we could bite it off just as easily… but we don’t.”

“Yeah! Because we’re not psychos!”

“Because our brains stop us,” Em said, “When standing at the edge of a tall building some of us feel the urge to jump… not because we’re depressed, not because we want to, but because it is simply there.”

“Are you going to get to the point?” Gallant sighed, pinching his nose and making a motion with his hands to hurry the girl up.

“Humans don’t want to off themselves. Those who do are fighting against every instinct that says otherwise, but—”

Em mimed a gun with two of her fingers and aimed it at Coco, closing one eye as if to get a better shot, “— to kill another is so much easier.”

“You think The Cooperative is just trying to off the 20 percent?” Timothy asked, leaning forward and glancing at Emily.

“Then why leave the others outside in the radiation,” Emily asked, brows pinched together in thought as she glanced between her boyfriend and Em, “Why not let us all die?”

“Because we are human,” Em said, “and humans don’t want to die. They will find whatever reason they can to worm their way to self-preservation.”

Gallant opened his mouth to comment, but the signature sound of a cane hitting hardwood made everyone fall silent. Venable appearing in the doorway, looking less than pleased as she stared at Em, raising her head to look at the woman down her nose.

“To question those who keep us alive is a flagrant show of disrespect,” she said.

“If we do not challenge our perception how are we to survive?” Em posed.

The residents glanced between the two like watching a tennis match where there were knives instead of balls.

Venable straightened ever slightly, “through strong will and respect for the chain of command.”

Em scoffed, “Putting a corset on chaos and hoping it will stay in its confines.”

“You doubt The Cooperative?” Venable asked, taking a step forward.

“I’m entertaining philosophical debate.”

“AKA going bat-shit crazy,” Coco laughed, sparing a look at Gallant who smiled at some unspoken joke.

“Well you got one thing right,” Venable said, banging her cane on the floor to gather the attention of the entire room and looking over each of them one by one, “You’re all expendable.”

Her eyes landed on Em, “something everyone would do well to remember.”

Venable turned around and began to walk away, but Em’s voice made her halt. As always it was smug and mocking. She couldn’t wait for this particular fly to finally be squashed.

“What about you?”

Her voice was firm and resolute, “I am the only thing standing between you and a quick death.”

She didn’t turn to look at Em, but she could practically sense the mocking bow taking place behind her.

“Then I yield to my executioner.”

Venable’s lips twitched into a scowl that she did not pretend to hide, unseen by the crowd behind her.

“Dinner is in an hour,” She spat, “Tardiness will not be accepted for any reason.”

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Timothy and Emily had gathered in the latter’s room, sighing against the other's lips. Emily groaned as he pulled away trying to pull him closer only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

“This one kiss a week is bullshit.” She sighed, eyes flickering open as she looked at Timothy through her lashes.

Timothy’s eyes pressed into a line as he looked everywhere but at her, trying to hold on to whatever restraint he had left. “I know.”

There was a moment of silence before Emily spoke again, “I want to get out of here.”

Timothy could only stare at her, praying she wasn’t implying what he thought she was, “What are you talking about?”

Emily stood, the lack of her warmth beside him quickly sobering Timothy to the conversation at hand, “I’m not gonna wait around to find out if Langdon chooses us and I don’t exactly trust him, anyway.”

She was practically beaming as she proposed her plan to him, “I say we steal two rad-suits and some food and take our chances on the road… find the sanctuary ourselves.”

He didn’t even know how to respond to that, leaning back on the bed as he gaped like a fish and gestured out to her in hopes that would spur some epiphany of words. Part of him was annoyed with Em. Put those two together and they’d overtake the outpost if they could.

“That is crazy,” was all he could say, quickly searching for something to add after as Emily began to give him that scathing glower, “We don’t… Have you forgotten what it’s like out there?”

“Em would be down in a heartbeat,” Emily tried to persuade.

“Em is less impulsive than you think. She’s seen what cancer does to people… it’s not pretty.”

“I’m not saying we have to rush it,” Emily reassured, walking back to him a kneeling down to grab his hand, “but Langdon made it here okay and he was all alone. He doesn’t exactly look like Mad Max.”

“We don’t even know where The Sanctuary is.”

“Maybe there’s something in his room that’ll tell us,” Emily said, “Em knows how to use information… she’s a fucking encyclopedia sometimes.”

Timothy was shaking his head but laughed despite himself.

“Fine,” he relented, “but only if Em agrees. We’re in this together or not at all.”

Emily was beaming, springing up and hugging him. Timothy gasped as the air was nearly knocked out of him.

“You won’t regret it,” She whispered in his ear.

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With the pressure of impending doom, most of the residents were keeping their heads low. While she felt somewhat embarrassed about her previous rampage, there was some therapeutic relief in it. While she had voiced her complaints before, it had never been so… explosive.

Coco had called her psycho and part of Em couldn’t completely deny it. She had lost time not even an hour before. If things kept going as they were, a much more violent and permanent break would be in her future. The black void in her memory frightened her to no end. It was like being in the blast all over again, alone and surrounded by nothingness as the bombs shook her bones. Em imagined it was what death felt like, but she didn’t like to imagine it for long.

Gallant had his interview which gave them all an hour or so free of drama. Things almost felt peaceful… as peaceful as looming death would allow.

Foolishly, she had begun her free-time looking for the occult book the Three Musketeers had used to terrify Timothy. Now, she sat at a table with medical books strewn around her as she scribbled in her notebook. Medical professionals said not to self-diagnose, but the brunette had a lack of a better option.

Her symptoms included buzzing and loss of time. While it was easy to chalk it up to starvation, something about that prognosis didn’t sit right with her. Unfortunately, with those symptoms alone she might as well have searched on WebMD and chosen the worse possible answer. Cancer, tumors, and all other sorts of daunting diagnoses the first things she came across.

Sighing, Em leaned on her hand and allowed it to pull at her cheeks before running it through her hair. A dead-end stood in front of her, mocking her. She had done everything — read every book she could get her hands on and created detailed notes of every possible diagnosis. Balled up paper surrounded her, each one of them another dead end.

So, eyes tired from reading small print in dim lighting, Em changed course. With a sigh, she pushed aside the medical books and medical notes and pulled towards her the books on agriculture and self-sustainability.

Despite her feelings towards the current states of life and death, the humanity in her urged her to plow forward — to prepare for the worst-case scenario.

She knew what happened in Chernobyl. Every class since pre-k seemed to go over the subject, but Chernobyl was a harmless puppy compared to what they now faced. What happened when the radiation had nowhere to go? Was it even able to dissipate?

Then there was the issue of food. What could they eat when the entire food supply was contaminated? It was possible, she knew that much, but without the Cooperative —

Em was pulled out of her thoughts by the feeling of being watched, hand going to her neck where hairs stood on end. Looking up, she found Langdon standing there, watching her from the end of an aisle. It was unnerving, his stare, like looking into the eyes of a hungry wolf. How long had he been there?

“You’ve wandered away from the heard,” He noted, hands behind his back as he sauntered towards her.

She turned her attention back to her collection of books, sighing at the sudden interruption and heart halting fear Langdon’s sudden presence evoked, “A heard implies we are a collective group.”

He came to a stop by her side cocking his head as he looked at the books piled up around her like a make-shift fort. He made no move to sit. Another power play.

“Aren’t you?” he asked, picking a book from the top of the pile — a medical dictionary. His eyes flickered over some of the pages as he flipped through it. Why would she be looking at medical dictionaries?

Em was quick to organize her notes, scattered here and there. She placed them under the books if only to spare herself from whatever line of questioning they would evoke. Langdon noticed but did not comment.

“Push comes to shove, most of us will turn on the others to survive.” She told him, finally looking at him.

He smirked, catching her subtle slip-up as he placed the dictionary back on its respective pile, “us?”

Her hazel-green eyes flickered back towards her books.

“I don’t particularly care for many of them,” Em sighed, pulling a tome from a pile and opening it to read its index, “and I know they would sacrifice me in a heartbeat.”

“An eye for an eye,” Langdon noted, rounding the table until he stood on her right, taking a seat on the table instead of a chair, “some may call that barbaric.”

“I call it balance,” Em noted, looking up from the book and into his blue eyes. The sight of them made her pause, but only for an instant. “Is this my interview?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“I think it doesn’t matter what I want.”

His eyes narrowed as if trying to find something in her eyes, his head quirking to the side yet again, “then why do you ask?”

Em motioned to the books in front of her, “curiosity.”

“Curiosity killed the cat,” He noted, waving his hand and looking away from her as he continued, “or so they say.”

“But satisfaction brought it back,” she finished.

A smirk crawled onto his lips and once more he turned his attention to the piles of books before her. His hands went to one of the medical books, opening it and skimming through the pages.

“How many books have you read?” he asked, the simplicity of the question taking her off-guard. Em eyed the book in her hand, small with yellowed pages. She closed it with a snap before turning it this way and that, calculating something in her head.

“Depends on the size,” she admits, “one a day, larger ones maybe a week. Some I’ve re-read. Would you count those as well?”

Michael smiled and shook his head, placing his book back on the pile, “Do you intend to read them all?”

“Personal goal,” she admits, fiddling with her bracelet, “we all need something to get us through the day.”

Michael’s eyes focused on her hands which religiously turned and twisted at the string and beads around her wrist.

“Such a simple thing,” he noted, “I assume it has sentimental value?”

“More like superstition,” she admits, “I was wearing it when I was brought here. It’s a Nazar, meant to ward off the evil eye.”

Michael hummed, eyes not leaving the object, “I’m familiar. When logic cannot prevail humans rely upon— ”

Em went to add something, but they were cut off by the shrieking of the library door. Em turned towards the sound but she could feel Michael’s eye on her.

“Oh!” Coco exclaimed from across the room, laughing with her hand on her heart like she was surprised as she started towards them. A hand went to pat her hair to keep it in place. “I didn’t expect you to be in here!”

Em sighed and rolled her eyes, Michael’s finally leaving her and dragging to Coco as he rose to his feet. Whatever smirk he wore was gone, his expression a stone-like mask. Was he annoyed or was that simply his resting face?

“Having a little party here?” Coco asked, her voice almost painfully nice as a hand motioned to the door behind her to the door, “or is this an intimate affair? Should I go and — “

“No need,” Langdon told her, raising a hand to silence her as he moved towards the door. As he approached Coco he stopped for a moment, eying her up and down, “I have other business to attend to.”

Coco simply stood there, trapped in his gaze until he finally turned back to Em, hands going behind his back. They were always behind his back… as if he were hiding something from them.

“You have enlightened me to some fascinating bits of information. I can’t wait to see what else my interview will extract.”

The room fell eerily silent as he left. Em watched his back, his hands. There was something off about this man… The Cooperative in general. Of all the times not to have internet—

“So what were you two talking about?” Coco asked, Em jumping as the woman seemed to suddenly appear before her. The sickly-sweet voice was back again, flooding Em’s mind with memories from high-school.

“Books,” Em sighed, reorganizing the books. She needed to put away the medical ones and get a few more for her other research… “and what living here is like.”

“Did he say anything about the interview?”

“No.”

Coco scoffed, rolling her eyes, “then my time is wasted.”

In a flurry of huffing and stomping, the woman left the room. Silence took over the library once more as the door slammed shut.

“No,” Em sang in a hushed tone, collecting books into her arms and returning them to their proper place, “don’t go.”

Desperation in a den of hungry wolves was dangerous enough, dangle a piece of meat and they would most certainly tear one another to pieces.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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The Wolves (A White Demon’s Love Song, Part 5.)

Series description: A new job was what the reason you found yourself on a lonely roadtrip on the western coast, ending up in the woods of Olympian Peninsula. Yet a sudden car malfuction was what cause your unplanned stay in Forks. To your surprise, there was a lot of sinister things going on under the veil of fog.

Part summary: The wolves now had to come up with a different strategy since the vampires coming so close to the town was a thing no-one expected so soon. Yet, a secret was to be revealed that night.

A/N: Heavily inspired by the Phascination Phase (Carter Burwell for the Twilight movie), because... Idk, there’s something so ambient about the track.

Tagging: @missdictatorme

Word count: 3.7 K

Twilight playlist: ✨ Twilight Crackheads ✨

Series masterlist: H E R E

A few hours ago, La Push, Emily's house:

Jacob stood in the opened door for not longer than a moment, watching you leaving the garage in his black towtruck. For the most part, you should be safe. Why the hell was Jacob so stressed about keeping you safe? You were, for now, just a normal Forks citizen like everyone else. Maybe it was just that you were his personal responsibility for some time now. He offered you a place to stay - naturally, you accepted the offer because you counted on being safe. And just ten minutes ago, a leech almost made you their personal lollipop or worse, they might've made a newborn out of you. Thanks to God, the shifter scent was too strong for the vampire. She saw Jacob waiting for you in the opened back door, but it was the typical stench that made her stop.

Jacob saw her for a fragment of a second, just standing there and watching you laying on the ground. Then, she gave Jacob a teasing smile and in the next second, she was gone. It was at that moment the man knew he had to send to some location which was overseen by the shifters all the time. There was also a second reason to keep you at Charlie's - that bitch surely smelled your scent. Since you didn't really live at the small flat, the werewolf scent wasn't covering you enough - and the raincoat didn't help much anyway. At the end of the day, it was you, who was still just a normal human being.

As soon as the truck disappeared behind the high school, Jacob walked to the back of the building and walked into the woods. Fuck the motorbikes, he was way faster on all four. He could borrow something from Sam, so he just bound the tore sweatpants around his upper thigh and let the animal take the lead. Of course, Leah and Quil noticed immediately - there was confusion in the group shared telepathic web. - 'Did something happen?' - Leah asked, but hadn't moved from her spot. She knew better than to annul the formation because Jacob had just shifted. At first, Jacob didn't answer and just let both her and Quil to look inside his mind. At first, both of them got way more confused when they saw the strange girl jumping out of the woods - yet then they felt it. The humongous smell of rotten tomatoes, the wolves could feel her presence and they saw her, just standing there with her eyes wild and hungry, the grin on her face was threatening.

'Okay, now I get it.' - Leah muttered after a moment. Sure, there was still a hint of confusion and curiosity regarding you in the shared consciousness, but honestly, you weren't that important in the bigger picture. - 'I can't believe she came so close! She was trying to get through here... I guess the cold one must've caught her scent. Are we going after her?' - Quil asked immediately, getting ready to run to Jake's position. - 'They're just trying how much closer they can get and top of that, that leech has already run away. I'm on way to Sam, we'll be trying to figure out a different system of watching Forks.' - Jake said in a calm voice, running in the direction of La Push at the highest speed he was capable of. - 'I'll be checking on the southern part of the city... Quil is on the west. Sam has five boys here today, so there will be no problem to run in circles around the town.' - Leah told Jake and since Quil caught on what she was doing, he immediately started to assure their leader as well. - 'No chance they're slipping, boss.'

Since that moment, both of them kept their thoughts silent. Quil and Leah were a good team - ever since Leah left Sam's pack, she became quieter and calmer. Now, she wasn't such a pain in the ass. And Quil didn't want to disturb with too much of empty thoughts in case something might've happened. For once, it was nice not to deal with Seth's endless sunshine energy. - 'I won't tell my little bro a thing, but thanks for the compliment.' - Leah laughed inside Jake's head. The phase where he was rolling his eyes after every word Leah said out loud was far behind him, now, he snickered lightly as well. - 'I would appreciate that. Okay, I'm at Sam's. Once we figure something out, I'll let you know.'

Jacob didn't wait for their answer and changed into his human form. Hastily, he put his old sweatpants on and ran to the house and knocked on the door. The twins, Emily and Sam's small girls, were running around the place and as Emily approached the door, she tried to calm the kids down. Yet as soon as they saw Jacob behind the door, they started to yell excitedly again. Emily wasn't stupid - as soon as she saw Jake visiting them during the day, even if Sam and Jake usually met during the nighttime watch, she knew something happened. The woman let Jacob inside and put cookies on the big plate in the middle of the table, saying... - "Give me a minute, I'll wake Sam up." - With that, she disappeared inside the house.

Sam was always taking his time getting up - yet when his wife said Jake's name and that he came just so he could talk with him, he tried his best. When he finally walked into the kitchen, half-dressed uncle Jake was sitting at the table with a muggle full of fresh coffee and watched small Brianna and Ellie drawing with various colors of wax crayons. It was just a small, peaceful moment that was not to last long. As soon as Jacob looked up to Sam, the older man could see the emotion in Jake's face. It... It wasn't fear, not even horror - it was rage. The younger man wasn't shifting, he was just angry. - "Angels?" - Sam smiled tiredly and kissed both of the twins on their temples. Both the girls smiled at their dad, but before Sam started talking again, Bri was already babbled at him, because both her front teeth fell out. - "Daddy, look! I drew you and mamma. And this is uncle Paul, auntie Rachel and... Auntie Leah and..."

The picture was more or less a formation of stickmen - each of them had a crazy hair color... But sure, it was the La Push family. - "You should go play to your room for a bit, my birds. Come on, I need to talk to uncle Jake. You can have him later." - Sam smiled. The girls hadn't got a favorite - but they were super pumped when Jacob came back to La Push since he was now living in Forks for the most part. Rachel and Paul were taking care of Billy, so he had more time for himself and his love for cars. - "Okay!" - Ellie cried out happily, picked a few crayons, and ran to their room with loud, happy squeals, Brianna following right after. These kids were always happy. Jake could see all the things Sam was fighting for. He had a lot to lose.

"Start talking. I know you're not here just to say hi." - Sam muttered out with a loud yawn, pouring some coffee into a mug as well. Emily was standing behind the stove, preparing some eggs and bacon for both the men. At that point, she didn't even ask - Jake just had to eat everything Emily had served. - "Yeah, something like that. That vampire bitch just showed up behind my house. Not even an hour ago." - "Did you try to catch her?" - Sam fired back immediately. Even though they had their differences back in the day, even if they argued a lot when Jacob left his pack, Sam was still worried about his brother in arms. For God's sake, they knew each other since they were small boys. Sam was just five years older. - "Unfortunately... Listen... She wasn't hunting me down, she was after someone else." - "That girl who's car crashed here? I've seen her in your head, just a glimpse." - Jake nodded.

"Well, this is getting worse and worse, I'm not going to lie. How did the girl get into trouble?" - Sam asked just when Emily served the breakfast; then she quickly kissed Sam's cheek, smiled at Jake, and left to the children's room so she would make sure they don't hear anything. - "I think she just went on a walk, she seemed off when I found her. Sam, Y/N realized something was in the forest with her." - "What did you tell her?" - "Well, I tried to misguide her, tell her that it was just a mountain lion." - For a moment, both the men fell silent. - "She might be on the target list now." - Sam muttered out after a moment. It took a while before everything clicked in Jake's brain. - "That girl borrowed my raincoat, but her scent was still too strong..." - "And if she saw you there, she might figure out that she's our weak spot. Where is she now? Is she safe?" - Sam didn't care who the hell you were - it could be anyone from Forks, La Push, Port Angeles and he would still care the same. The Protectors committed to protecting everyone in the town, no matter if they were a tourist or a local.

"Y/N? She's at Charlie's now, but he'll be coming to La Push later this afternoon. I asked him to take her with him. My people are here, your people are here - if they'd feel the slightest hint of the leech's stench, they'd go right after them. Leah and Quil are helping with watching the city boundaries." - Jacob leaned his back to the chair. His back was hurting really bad, but there was no time to rest now. - "How could the bloodsucker just slip past us? I don't understand?" - "We should call the doctor finally, ask him about the things regarding this group of leeches... I don't have a single good feeling about them."

Just ten minutes after Jacob proposed the idea, Sam was debating with Carlisle on the phone, describing everything about the group of vampires living near to Forks now. Carlisle said to Sam that this behavior can be considered normal - except the noticeable skills, these had with hiding their smell and tracks. Such vampires tended to be old and experiences - they had most probably encountered their first group of extremely good trackers; ones such as James was. After some time, the vampires who lived too long already wanted to feel the thrill of the game. James's talent was tracking - yet such things could be learned through hundreds of years of experience. It could be significantly harder since the shifters hadn't estimate how many of the players were out there. Sam's pack had encountered one, Jacob was one hundred percent positive there was a second one... But there could be one more. And once the vampires would figure out the right formation, there was nothing that would stop them. Well, this wasn't any good news. Fucking trackers.

"Do you think these old vampires might show here, doctor?" - Sam mumbled, listening to Carlisle's calm, enjoyable tone on a speaker. - "The Volturi?" - "Yes, I mean these we had already met. Can these be sent by them?" - For a moment, Carlisle was quiet, yet both men could hear chatter in the background. - "Hardly." - Alice's jolly voice answered suddenly. - "I can't see them even thinking about Forks or going there, or sending their people there. Aro is still hoping that he might get us, but... No. He doesn't choose to send his people your way." - She explained quickly. - "Are the vampires too conspicuous? I hadn't seen any news reporting murders in Forks." - Carlisle muttered after a moment, audibly going through some newspaper. This made Jake grin a bit; the man was still looking after his former place of stay. - "No." - Jacob said simply, which made Carlisle sigh. Well, that didn't mean anything good. - "Then the Volturi will hardly come to dismantle them, unfortunately. As long as the vampires aren't violating any laws, they won't be stopping them. Do you think that you need help?"

Clearly, Carlisle was asking 'should we come to help you?'. If there would be any sign that the pack can't do it on their own, they would spend no time sitting around. No matter what were the pack's members' opinions on the Cullens, Jacob had to say that the liked this family of leeches. - "No. We're doing just great, I just wanted to be informed. Have a nice Carlisle, nice hearing from you." - With that, Sam hung on the phone after the doctor said his goodbye and wished the men good luck. The news wasn't good at all. A pack of damn tackers who wanted to play a game with the pack.

After all, they were there to hunt - yet they were willing to take their time, wait for the pack to grew tired and then slip by in the dead of the night. What could've been worse? And the Volturi were neither behind this operation or about to stop it. There were dark clouds on the horizon, which wasn't making them any calmer. Both of them went for a short walk around Sam's house, trying to figure out... Something. And the only solution was... - "No. Sam, this isn't happening." - Jacob put both his hands on his chest, having the typical expression of an angry five-year-old. - "It's just a t-shirt." - Sam answered back, rolling his eyes. - "I already told her there are mountain lions... Sent her to a stranger's house and to a place she never been at. Now, I'll be stealing her clothes?" - Jacob snickered, shaking his head.

"She's the weak spot right now. They want to start a game, we will start a game, then - and on our own terms. All we need is her scent." - Jacob knew Sam was right, but... Seriously, you've been thinking about his ill intentions (killing you, let's be honest for a minute) since the first moment you saw him. And now, he was supposed to steal a piece of your clothing? Well... - "Okay. Okay. I'll try to get something. When we're talking about clothes, can you lend me some for the afternoon? I'll be picking her up on the beach." - With this question, both men walked back to the house for Jake to keep the promise. He spent playing with the girls a huge portion of his day, just before he fell asleep on Brianna's bed, snoring on the whole house.

To get to the beach, he certainly didn't use his human form. That would be too slow. He called to Billy's, making sure you're still at the beach - or if you decided to take off and maybe run away from Forks. Jacob wouldn't flinch at that. He wouldn't be surprised if you did. Yet, you still were there - with Rachel. The man groaned at that, as all little brothers do, rolling his eyes. He could only imagine everything Rachel told you about him. Dear Lord. Now, you could justify thinking like a killer when talking about him. Rachel didn't spare his good name at all, Jacob was positive there.

It was a busy day at the beach. Normally, Quil would spend his time there with Claire - yet the boy knew that sometimes, protecting the place because of the people you love is important as well. For a moment, he was just standing there and watched the sea lazily waving around - he knew that somewhere in the woods, there was Jared looking after the La Push territory. And just when he was thinking about that, he saw you and Rachel walking out of the forest side by side, laughing at something. Great. He could only guess how many stories did Rachel pull out.

Of course, he wouldn't Rachel walk home alone - it was almost six miles to their home after all. But he didn't plan on stopping on a visit either. Billy, who was in the elder council, naturally understood that Jacob was rather busy in the last few days - but Charlie did come to the car and made you roll down the window. - "I just wanted to ask... Hm... How was the beach?" - It looked like genuine interest from Charlie's part, which made you grin. It was nice of him to ask. - "Rachel showed me around... It was pretty impressive. I need to tell my friends about it, definitely." - Then, the cop shot a quick gaze at Jacob. For the love of God, he was hoping that the boy won't drag you into some funky business with him. - "If anything happens, I'm at the phone number all the time, okay?" - Charlie reassured himself before patting the side of the truck and leaving without waiting for you to answer. You were just watching him leaving back to the house, with a small smile on your face.

Jacob tried to ask you about your day, but you could tell that the 'worse' Jacob was now in the position. He didn't seem to smile a bit, he was kinda mumbly and quiet for the most part. As you walked into the garage again, you knew you had to do something. This couldn't wait two days. No. You had to do it immediately. As soon as he would sneak out, you'll follow right after. Yeah, mountain lions, sure... This made you grin as you worked on the paperwork once more. Throughout the whole time, you hadn't seen Jacob - the whole time, he was outside and worked on your Beetle, changing the smaller parts he had with him. It was obvious that you will have to visit a wrecking lot soon - in search of working components, hustling the best prices out of that. By the way, the components were even on sale - those which your car needed so desperately. The wrecking lots were your last chance.

Around the same time as the previous day, you've just told Jacob you're going to take a shower and go to sleep - which he only barely acknowledged. He was too busy working and thinking about Sam's theory. It wasn't right. The vampire girl saw Jacob looking out for you and even though she didn't know you two have nothing in common, she most likely connected you as partners of sorts. He could steal one of the t-shirts you've put into the laundry, couldn't he? All it took was an article of clothing to lure the leeches somewhere where they wouldn't be in advantage - like a huge plain, the one next to Ozette Lake. Fuck, this was uncomfortable. He couldn't even look you in the face.

That night, when he was leaving for the watch, he didn't even lock the door - it wouldn't be functional against a vampire. He was to stay nearby the town, looking after the damn house - while Embry and Seth, as humans, got their orders from Sam. Jacob didn't know what the strategy was - he had only Jared and Brody on the watch in Forks. Jared could be only barely counted in since he was sleeping while walking. The boy took a 24 lasting shift, no wonder he was so done.

As soon as you noticed Jake marching to the woods, you put his raincoat on, since it was raining again, and went after him, lurking in the shadows. If Jacob would be in his normal human self, he would hear you. He wouldn't smell you, since the rain and wind was making the scent trail fade away rather quickly, but he would know somewhere's there based on the sounds. You weren't as dumb to walk straight after him - you could barely see him, hiding behind the trees, but you could still hear him breathing. Dear God, was he breathing loud? You hadn't noticed before. Suddenly, he stopped and started to breathe quicker and quicker.

Curiosity got the better out of you, let's be honest here, as you sneaked past a few trees, getting closer to him, finally catching a good look at the man. He was... Breathing really quick, shaking. His muscles were visibly tensing under his skin, but you knew that something wasn't adding up here. Was he having a seizure? Was he chanting himself before another kill? Or was this the ritual after which the second part of his split personality came out? Fuck, you were confused. Your nails dug deeper into the tree and your breath hitched as the tension got the better out of you. Unknowingly, you pressed to the wet, cold tree and didn't blink from that point on.

It was fascination at its best. You didn't even jump when growls cut through the silence, resonating through the whole, quiet forest. The man fell on his knees, growling and grunting in immersive pain. And that was when you saw it - a strike of russet fur flying out of his body, traveling on his spine. And then... Jacob exploded. He quite literally was torn to shreds, just like his worn-out pants and instead of a man... There was a wolf, bigger than you. This animal could eat you like an appetizer and barely blink about it. No matter how beautiful the animal was, your brain couldn't grasp what was happening at the moment. In combination with holding your breath for the last minute, it resolved in one thing. As you forcefully grasped for any air, your head spun. Once, twice, and then you felt your body falling to the ground. Maybe, you would've got up, but you felt the back of your head hitting a root on the ground. A dull thud sounded through the forest as it started to fade away.

You fainted. This caught Jacob's attention as he realized something terrorizing - he had a lot to explain now.

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calumance · 4 years

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LA Devotee - Part VII

Warnings: fluffy with a hint of angst! I don’t even think there's a cuss word.

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: There’s been something eating away at Emily ever since she went on her first date with Calum, and Calum realizes that Emily solely relies on public transportation to get her around the city.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this part of the story! It’s long, but I promise it gets better from here! Feed back and requests are always welcomed!!

At first I wasn’t sure what to think. The little demon in the back of my head screaming how wrong this was. At the same time, there was a second voice telling me how right this was. His lips held their place on mine, waiting for my reaction, and the more I felt his lips on mine, the more I sounded out every single voice my head. His thumbs rested gently on my cheeks, the pads of his fingers gently grazing the skin on my neck. My stomach did a flip and I moved my own hands to be on the side of his face. I pressed further into the kiss, telling him silently that it was eating away at me too. His grip on my face tightened as his lips curled into a smile, still pressed against mine. This was definitely worth being woken up at three in the morning for.

He pulled away from me, pulling far enough away that he was standing straight up. My hands gliding from his face to his chest. My palms feeling his heart racing in his chest. His hands stayed on either side of my face for a second, but then he dropped them, causing me to drop my hands as well. “I should have kissed you goodnight on Sunday, I don’t know why I didn’t. Maybe I didn’t want you to think I was pushing you, but after a lot of thinking, and I mean a lot of thinking, I knew I needed to. I just couldn’t wait until I saw you again.” He ran his hand up and down the back of his neck as he spoke.

I looked behind him and realized that he was still standing in the hallway, outside of my apartment. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. “I should’ve kissed you too, I wanted to, but I was worried you didn’t want to. My last relationship was not awesome, so I’ve been a bit on edge getting back into this whole dating thing.” I raised my eyebrows, not meaning for that to come out, but it did. “I guess there’s your daily fun fact about me.” Nervously, I ran my hand up and down my arms.

Calum took a step closer, putting his left hand on the side of my face. His eyes stared into mine, and all I could focus on was the chocolate pools that sat in his irises. My throat worked as I tried not to turn into a puddle. “Emily, I like you, whatever it is that happened in your past,” He paused, his eyes flickering between both of mine, “With me, I can promise you it won’t happen again.” I smiled, my eyes brimming with tears. Even without him knowing any of the details of the past couple of months, I still believed him. “Can I kiss you again?” He asked, slowly inching closer to my face.

My breath hitched as I nodded, my smile faded as I longed for the feeling of his lips against mine. “But then I have to go back to bed, I have to work tomorrow.” Calum agreed to my conditions and then pressed his lips against mine again. His thumb resting on my cheek bones again. My stomach twisted, in a good way, and I tried to think back to the first time I kissed my ex. Nothing about our relationship had ever felt like Calum and I. From the beginning it felt like we were two people who just settled for each other. There were never fireworks, there was never stomach butterflies, there was nothing. With Calum, with his lips pressed against mine, I felt like the whole world has stopped, and that we’re the only two people on this planet. All I could think how Calum felt like Earth and Heaven to me. When Calum’s lips left mine, and his eyes stared into mine, I shook the thoughts from my mind. Who cares if that relationship was a mistake, I’m here now.

Calum pulled his lips away, leaving them just mere centimeters from mine, and bid me a goodnight. As he pulled the rest away from me, he let his finger trail down the skin of my neck, causing all of the hairs on my body to stand. His eyes were soft as he walked away from me and laid on the couch, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes. As I grabbed a blanket from the closet, I thought about what it would feel like to sleep wrapped in his arms. I unfolded the blanket and gently placed it over Calum’s body, a small smile turning up at the corner of his mouth. As much as I wanted to grab him and pull him down the hall and to my bedroom, I resisted. Instead, I walked down the hallway and shut my bedroom door, leaving it open enough that I could hear if Calum needed me. As I crawled back in bed, and rolled onto my side to get comfortable, I touched my lips, still tingling from the feeling of Calum’s lips on mine. Before I could really take in the feeling of his lips on mine, I was fast asleep again.

My alarm went off way sooner than I wanted it to. My eyes stuck closed from the exhaustion still sitting behind my eyelids. As much as I thought sleeping for two more hours would be a good idea, I should’ve just stayed up. Through the haze of exhaustion, I got out of bed and walked down the hallway to jump in the shower. As I moved around my bathroom, I kept as quiet as I possibly could. Even though Calum was fast asleep on my couch, a drop of a shampoo bottle could easily result in waking him up. After drying my hair, I left it straight then made my way back to my bedroom to get dressed. A tight fitting grey t-shirt caught my eye and I pulled it over my head. I dug through my drawer and pulled out a pair of black jeggings, and topped my grey shirt with a bright red blazer. The finishing touch was a pair of black heels, the kind that have the strap around the ankle, and then one across the toes.

As I made my way to my kitchen, I tried to be as quiet as possible, my heels against the floor being the only sound I made. Once I was in the kitchen, I looked at Calum who was still soundly sleeping on the couch. Everything in me telling me to go over and run my fingers down his cheek. I shook my head and started to prepared my coffee. As it finished, I poured it into the same travel mug that I take with me every day, and put just the right amount of creamer and sugar in it. I tightened the lid and set it off to the side as I walked to my table and grabbed my bag and anything I needed to take to work with me. After I got my bag ready to go, I walked over to the couch and gently shook Calum. He stirred for a couple of seconds before he finally woke up, rubbing his eye and sitting up. “Hey, I’m leaving for work, you can stay and go sleep in my bed for a while, just make sure you lock the door when you leave.”

He blinked a few times and shook his head, “Thank you, but I think I’ll just head home.” He bunched the blanket I had put on him in his arms and stood up. I stood behind him and watched as he folded the blanket and placed it on the cushion. After he dropped the blanket on the couch, he ran his hand through his hair a few times. As he stretched I walked over to my table and grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. Calum walked through my kitchen and met me on the other side, holding my travel mug out for me, a smile set on his face. I thanked him and gripped it in my fingers before turning towards the door. The door swung open and Calum stepped out into the hallway before me. After I locked my door we made our way down to the main floor and out the front door.

The birds were chirping outside, greeting the morning sun. A soft breeze which made the morning a little cooler than it usually is. I loved my morning commute on mornings like this, made my heart happy and made me remember how much I actually love living in Los Angeles. Calum and I reached for our sunglasses at the same time. He placed his on his nose and I did too. When I looked up at him, I flicked my hair out of my face. “Get home safe, alright? Text me when you get there since you only got like three hours of sleep.”

His keys jingled as he pulled them out of his pocket. For a second, he looked around until he pulled his eyebrows together, his eyes meeting mine behind his sunglasses, “Emily, how do you usually get to work?” It was like it just now occurred to him that he had never seen me drive, and was now unsure if I had a car or not. I don’t, lost that in the divorce too.

A fake smile plasters across my face and I grab my bag with the arm opposite of the one it’s sitting on. “Good ole public transportation.” I adjusted the bag on my shoulder and then pointed in the general direction of the bus stop I walk to every morning, then shrugged. No, public transportation wasn’t ideal, but it got me where I needed to go. Also, I get some good music listening in on my commute.

Calum shook his head, then motioned for me to follow him. “I’ll drive you to work.” He started to walk away, adjusting his keys between his fingers, and letting them dangle from his pointer finger. I stood still while I contemplating if I wanted him to drive me or not.

“Calum, I’m perfectly okay with taking the bus to work, I’ve done it for like four months now. You got very little sleep last night and I think you should just head home and get some sleep.” I took a step in his direction, mostly because I didn’t want to yell towards him, but also because I wasn’t sure if the bus sounded all that great today.

He turned and pulled his sunglasses down so he was looking at me over the top of them, “I’ll be fine, I’ve had days where I literally slept thirty minutes, then performed after. Let’s go.” He pushed his sunglasses back on the top of his nose and then turned on his heels to continue walking towards his car.

I dropped my hands to my side and jogged to catch up with him, making sure not to spill my coffee, and almost falling on my face since I bought these shoes a week ago. He caught me by wrapping his hand around my arm. His hand traveled down my arm to my hand, where it stopped and didn’t release. When we got to his car, he let go of my hand and immediately ran to the passenger side to open my door for me. After I climbed into his car, I put my bag between my feet and held onto my coffee mug, taking a sip as he walked around the front of the car as he usually does. As he dropped into the driver’s seat, I thanked him for the ride and he nodded as he shifted the car into drive and started on his way.

He pulled up to the building and lowered his sunglasses and looked up. “You work in there?” As I grabbed my bag, I nodded. “What exactly do you do? You’ve never told me.” He looked at me and I grinned.

“I work for a magazine. I edit the stories that are being published before they actually get published.” Calum made an impressed face and nodded, “Yeah, lucky you, you got two fun facts about me today.” I playfully nudged his arm and then cleared my throat, “I have to get inside or I’m going to be late, thanks again for the ride.” He nodded towards me and pushed his sunglasses back up. The door popped open and I started to climb out of his car. With the door wide open, and one foot out the door, a thought popped into my head. Suddenly, I turned back to Calum and pressed my lips against his. His fingertips instinctually grazed my cheek and I could feel his lips pull upwards. He pulled away after a second and I bit my bottom lip, “Uh, yeah, have a good day, Calum.” His cheeks flushed a soft pink and he grinned back at me.

Just as I shut the door, I saw Mikayla walking in. After I waved to Calum, and seeing him wave back, I jogged a bit to catch up with her. Just as I stopped next to Mikayla, Calum pulled into traffic and drove off. Mikayla looked behind me and gave me a look, “Wait, did Calum just drop you off?” She took a sip of her iced coffee and placed her hand on the door handle.

After we walked through the door, I linked my arm with hers and nodded, “Yeah, so get this,” On the way up to the office I told her the entire story. I started at the phone call after I got home from work and my way through the entire night and the whole morning up until meeting up with her. Mikayla sucked on her iced coffee, completely fixated on the story I was telling her. She kept expressing how happy she was that I was finally happy. Which, I hadn’t realized I was happy until she told me she was happy I was happy.

Shortly after I finally got settled in today’s project, my phone went off, Calum telling me he made it home. I texted him back telling him to get some sleep and that I’d talk to him later. The rest of the day was quiet, besides the normal meetings and other work related things that I had to do. When it was finally time to head home, I walked out the front door, waving goodbye to Mikayla as she walked toward the parking garage. The wind blew my hair in front of my face, and as I moved my hair, I saw Calum leaning against his car, his arms crossed over his chest. Once he knew I could see him, he lifted one hand and waved at me. The butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I sauntered my way over to him. “What are you doing here?” I ask him, a different tone from when he showed up at my apartment on Sunday morning, a smile stretched across my face.

He removed his sunglasses and tucked the arm into the collar of his shirt, squinting at the sunlight. His lips pulled into a smile and I wanted to reach forward and pull him into a hasty kiss, but I put my hands behind my back. “Well, I went home and got some sleep and after I did some stuff around the house I decided I couldn’t stand the thought of you taking public transportation home.” He pushed himself off his car and took a few steps closer to me, closing the space between us. “So, now I’m here to take you home, and I have a surprise for you.” His words slowed and he licked his lips. My eyebrows raised when I placed my hands on my hips, wanting more answers. “But, you have to come with me to get the surprise.” His eyes widened and he started walking backwards away from me.

I rolled my eyes and gave in, letting out a chuckle escape my chest and took a few steps closer to him. He smiled in satisfaction and opened the door for me. As he sat in the car, a smug smile sat on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him, completely terrified of what this surprise could be. He drove in a direction towards my house, but eventually drove past it. My eyebrows stitched together and I looked at him. He made the motion of locking his lips, making it known that he wasn’t going to say a word to me. Just as I was about to burst trying to figure out where he was taking me, he pulled into a Dodge dealership. My eyebrows pulled together harder as my head snapped towards him, “What are we doing here?”

He pulled his car into the customer parking and shut the car off, “You can’t continue to not have a car.” He took his keys out of the ignition and dropped his hands into his lap. “You took an Uber to and from my house, that makes me feel horrible.” He raised his eyebrows and put his hand on the door handle, “Also, public transport is awful. Let’s go.” He popped the door open and started to climb out.

I watched him for a minute. He stood in front of his car and looked at me through the windshield making a hand motion for me to hurry up. I popped my door open then made quick work to meet up with him in front of his car. My head tilted up to read the sign on the front of the building. When my head fell my gaze was met by Calum’s smug look. “Why did you chose this dealership?” Calum drives a Range Rover, yet he brought me to a Dodge dealership? Not that I was really complaining, the car that was taken from me in my divorce was a Jeep, but there was no way for him to know that.

He put his hands in his pockets and he looked down at me through his sunglasses, “You have a Mopar keychain on your keys. I figured if I was going to take you to buy a car, figured it should be one that you like.” I thought about my keys and thought about the keychain he was talking about. It was the blue M that Mopar had for their symbol, I had gotten it a few years ago for free when I went to an event with the dealership I worked for. How Calum even noticed that keychain was beyond me. My eyes flickered between the ground and my feet wondering what else he has figured out about me that I hadn’t told him.

He smirked and started to walk away, but I reached out and grabbed his wrist to stop him. He pulled his eyebrows together and readjusted so that he was holding my hand, “Calum, I don’t really have the money to buy a car, that’s why I don’t have one.” I shook my head, “It’s so expensive to live here, if I put any money down on a car, I may not be able to pay my rent.”

He let go of my hand and smiled a sweet closed lip smile. His fingers grazed my cheek as he reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear, “It’s okay, don’t worry about the money, let’s just get you a car.” His hand rested on my shoulder for a second before he turned back to walk towards the front door. I sheepishly followed behind him, feeling like my world was moving in slow motion. As he reached the door, he grabbed the door handle and stepped to the side to allow me to walk in before him. Once I was inside, I was immediately greeted by the receptionist. Calum came up behind me and took his sunglasses off. “We’re here to see Dave, I spoke to him on the phone earlier.”

The receptionist punched a few numbers into the phone on her desk and told whoever answered, I assumed Dave, that his appointment was here. Within a minute, a darker skinned gentleman in his late 50’s came out and introduced himself as Dave. Dave looked like the normal car salesman, khaki’s, a button up shirt with the dealership’s logo on the left shoulder tucked in. He had salt a pepper hair and a five o’clock shadow. Dave stuck out his hand and Calum shook his hand first and then I shook his hand second. “You must be Calum, and you must be Emily. Do you have any idea of what kind of vehicle you’re looking for?” He put his hands on his hips and smiled.

“Uh,” I hesitated, looking over at Calum who still had a smug smile plastered on his face. “I honestly didn’t even know I was coming here today.” My hand absent mindedly ran up and down my opposite arm. “I don’t really even know what my options are.” The question was mostly directed at Calum.

“Get whatever you want.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and looked back at Dave. “Can I just walk the lot for a while?” Dave nodded and I headed back out the front door, Calum and Dave trailing a little behind me. I walked up and down the aisles of cars until my eyes landed on a black Dodge Challenger. My fingers grazed the hood as I walked to the driver’s door and peaked inside. The interior was black on black with “R/T” in white letters stitched into the seats. My fingers continued to graze the pearl coating on the car as I walked around the whole thing. I could feel the excitement bubbling in my stomach and all I wanted to do was drive it. My eyes locked onto Dave and he raised his eyebrows. “Can I drive this one?” With a nod he turned to the building and walked away.

My eyes couldn’t leave the sight of the car while he was gone, Calum standing next to me admiring the car as well. “You like this one?” I nodded, a smile resembling the one kids get when they walk into a toy store, stuck on my face. When Dave came back with the keys and a license plate, he handed me the keys and I suddenly felt giddy. As I climbed into the driver’s seat, Calum climbed into the back seat, and Dave into the passenger seat. Dave set the license plate in the window and I turned the car on. It roared to life and my heart skipped a beat. The odometer showed 2 miles, making my smile stretch even further. I’d never driven a brand new car. My hands rubbed up and down on the leather steering wheel while Dave explained some features to me. After he finished talking, I shifted the car into drive and pulled out of the space, heading towards the main road.

The main thing that sucked about driving in Los Angeles is the amount of traffic. My fingers regripped the steering wheel as I let out a frustrated sigh. I was starting to get annoyed that I really couldn’t test the power of the car due to the amount of cars on the road. Apparently the annoyance was radiating in the car, because Dave suddenly told me to go down a side street. As I followed his directions, we finally ended up on a nearly empty freeway, strange for being in the middle of the city. “Go ahead, test the car out.” He encouraged. My foot pressed down on the gas pedal, the engine roaring as it quickly built up speed. My heart raced and I smiled, feeling pure adrenaline pumping through my veins.

The fun quickly ended as we pulled back into the dealership. I parked the car next to Calum’s and climbed out, stepping back to see the two cars next to each other. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and bit my bottom lip. Dave walked inside allowing us a minute to talk it over. As I stared at the two cars, Calum stood his ground in the spot next to me. Together we looked at the cars, which looked really nice sitting next to each other. A blacked out Range Rover, and a blacked out Dodge Challenger, “I want it, Calum, I really do,” I blurted out. At first I was talking about the car, but after he draped his arm over my shoulders, I realized that maybe I was talking about something else.

“Then it’s yours.” He rubbed his hand up and down my arm and I turned towards him, asking him if he was still serious about this. “Yes, come on.” He held out his hand, offering me to take it and I gladly took it. We walked back into the dealership holding hands. Dave was leaning against the receptionist’s desk until he saw us, a smile and a clap coming from him as he informed him we would take the car. Dave had us sit at his desk and he started pulling all of the papers out. Calum sat back as I signed the hundreds of papers I had to sign.

“So, are we financing the car?” Dave looked over the top of his glasses, his fingers on the papers I would need to sign if I were to finance the car.

“No, we’re going to pay in full.” Calum sat up and spoke up before I even had a chance to open my mouth. My eyes locked on his face, and he pretended to not notice my glare. I know I had been excited and lost in the moment, but was I really okay with him buying me a car, in full? My eyes lowered to my fingers as Dave discarded all of the finance papers and Calum pulled out his wallet. Maybe I could make payments to him? Like a personal car payment. As Dave took Calum’s card, I watched Calum’s face. His expression did not waver, the smile on his face still glued to his cheeks. Dave cracked a joke, and Calum laughed and placed his card back in his wallet after it ran through successfully. My eyes fell back into my lap as Calum finally looked at me.

After everything was done, Dave handed me a folder full of papers and the keys. We shook Dave’s hand and Calum and I walked out together. Calum draped an arm around my shoulders and I ducked my head still in complete disbelief that Calum just bought me a brand new car. I stopped him right outside the door, balling the side of Calum’s shirt in my hand. He looked at me, eyebrows pulled together. “Calum, you didn’t need to do this. I can make payments to you or something. I’ll have to look at how much I can give you, but maybe I can give you a couple hundred dollars every month or something.” My eyes flicked back and forth between Calum’s slightly panicking.

Calum shook his head and laughed, putting his hand on my cheek, “You don’t need to make payments to me. Just enjoy the car. Please.” I felt like crying, I wanted to break down and hug him and never let go. Instead I faked a smile and thanked him.

He kissed my forehead and told me to get home safe. He climbed in his car and drove off before I even got in mine. Eventually, I made my way to the car and drove myself home. I pulled into the lot behind the building and walked away from the car, but keeping my eyes on it until I absolutely had to look away from it. The sense of wanting to cry dissolved for a while, I was able to get into my apartment and thank Calum for the millionth time through text message, and each time I thanked him, he just sent back the blushing smiley face and the kiss with a heart face. It wasn’t until I laid in bed that I finally broke down and sobbed, sobbed until I fell asleep.

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What If They Had A Family? - Hazbin Hotel (PT.1)

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: What If They Had A Family? (PT.1) Characters: Sir Pentious and Zestial (+ Valentino and Vox LINK) Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: The reader in this piece is specifically referred to as female since they were written to have given birth to children. But, the pronouns will still be gender-neutral since I write in that format easier. By the way, this has gone through so much editing it's insane, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Minor Swearing and Death ⚠️ Spoilers for: S1 ⚠️

Snake-Demon! Reader ; Black Mamba Snake

🐍 Sir Pentious and you met when you were children back in the 1800s

🐍 You were one of the children to a higher-ranked family in your hometown, while Pentious was under your family's thumb, much to your annoyance

🐍 He and you bonded over your love for mechanisms, especially those that have caused harm. For some weird reason, you guys would just pull a worm out of the ground and use it for an experiment, it was right there! Why not?

🐍 Due to your closeness, you and the former human had gotten married and begun to start your family quite early on in life, maybe around your early 20s of so

🐍 As you both aged, so did your children, though they sadly passed away earlier in life due to catching a then-dangerous illness, scarlet fever

🐍 Pentious had involved himself to much into his inventions afterwards that when you both had died, your envy of people's happy lives and his sins for his inventions ended up banishing you both to hell

🐍 You guys had made your way through a lot, and when he came home elated with the news that Vox had recruited him to spy on the Hotel and detect any kind of information from Alastor, you had started to get a hint angry. Why was he believing the words of a master manipulator? Who knows...

🐍 When he was found out, you were so close to going to V-Tower and ripping that moth-dick-sucking bastard a new ass

🐍 But, your husband had held you back and had asked you what you thought about redemption, you know, getting to join Heaven and maybe see your long-lost children once again

🐍 Jumping at the idea, your tiny hat on your head's eye had sparkles as Pentious' had tiny hearts as you hugged him and gave him love-filled words

🐍 It took a lot of work on your behalf, due to being a fairly aggressive person, but, when your husband had gunned it for his ship, you went right after him and hugged him tightly as he mumbled the final word you thought you'd ever hear of his; Fire.

🐍 As you awoke in a brighter land, you had looked around and noticed your husband, grabbing his hand you allowed your smoother-feeling fangs to be revealed as two angels stared in shock and glee

🐍 Wait- angels?!

" You must be redeemed souls! This is so cool! I'm Emily, one of the Seraphs of Heaven, it's so nice to meet you guys! " " Uhm- it's nice to meet you as well, my dear. I'm Y/N and this is my husband Sir Pentious. "

🐍 While Emily had taken you and Pentious away from Sera to give her some space to think, she smiled at you and you sighed when you heard the echo of a young girl's voice, your daughter's voice come out

" Y/N? Someone seems to be calling for you. "

🐍 Hearing a deflating noise and sniff coming from your dearest, you looked at him and saw he was crying as he held onto a small being, a young girl with his matching color scheme but a physical form that matched you

🐍 It was your daughter... your oldest one

" Mom/Papa! You're both here! (M/N) and (F/N) and gonna be so happy when they see you guys! Come on! "

🐍 Tears pricked your eyes as her cute slit pupils looked into your with the same sparkles as she held when she passed away so many years ago

🐍 At that moment, you fell to your knees and pulled your husband with you, hugging your daughter and him tightly as Emily squealed internally at the cute scene

Insect-Demon! Reader ; Firefly / Lightning Bug

🕷️ Due to being from multiple dozens of years before really anyone left alive in Hell, you and Zestial had a very special bond from life; marriage

🕷️ You and him had a fairly well-received settlement when alive, and that had carried on into death

🕷️ But, there was one thing that you hadn't really thought about for a while; your children, two boys and two girls

🕷️ After you had died, all four of your children had survived until their old ages, and when they finally fell into the same plot hole that you and their father had, you graciously accepted them into your family's now shared domain in this retched land

🕷️ Your husband, Zestial, was an overlord while you had the same amount of power and just never really saw fit to use it, after all, you didn't have much to care for other than your family's safety

🕷️ Zestial could take the reins here

🕷️ One night, he had come home carrying something inside of his flesh-jacket, making you cock an eyebrow as your wings slightly shook, allowing a dimly-lit green light to emerge from your midsection and tiny 'tail'

" Mine own loveth, what doth thee has't inside of thy doublet? " " I shalt showeth thee. But, thee might not but gage to not obtaineth thy ang'r and showeth t to me. " " I crosseth mine own heart and desire to kicketh the bucket again, and I'll sticketh a partisan through mine own chest. "

🕷️ Opening the flesh-covering a small rodent-demon, specifically a chinchilla, had come outside, their large and silver-coated ears sticking to their head in slight fear at the sight of a large insect-demon such as yourself

🕷️ The antenna on your head slightly raised as you stared down at the appearing hell-born, how in the name of Satan did a child manage to get here?

" Zestial, wherefore is th're a bawbling issue standing in front of me? Prithee bid me thee didst not abuduct that gent... " " Oh marry nay. I wast just taking a stroll aft'r the latest ov'rl'rd meeting and hadst cometh across the young thing standing th're while mumbling in our tongue. I couldn't just leaveth that gent th're, yond'd beest far to malapert. "

🕷️ Smiling at your husband and kneeling down to look the child in their large black eyes, you then asked him the question that would make your family even larger than it was before;

" Wouldst thee liketh to stayeth with us, young sir? "

Link to Valentino and Vox Post:

What Are They Like As Parents? - Hazbin Hotel

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spencer-is-amazing · 5 years

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Salvation (Michael Langdon x OC)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Female Character

Word Length: 2k

Warnings: Very slight violent imagery

Chapter 1: The End

Chapter 2: The Beginning (x)

Summary: On one hand, she knew him as Michael- the kid with eyes that rivaled the sea and a heart that yearned to be loved.

On the other hand, he was Langdon- the man who would take all or none to the Sanctuary, and looked at her as if she was a fly on his wall that needed to be crushed.

And yet, she couldn't deny the feelings that bubbled in her soul when he looked at her with those deep sea eyes, and how she had become the one who craved his love. She only hoped it wasn't too late to save them both.

“-And remember students, your papers on the human effect in marine life is due this Sunday at 11:59 sharp. No, I will not accept papers at midnight or anytime you deem fit; I’ve given you all an ample amount of time to complete this paper, so I’m expecting all A’s! Have a good weekend students and email me with any questions or concerns!”

The class of 39 environmental biology students all praised every deity for allowing Mr. Abernathy to shut his mouth and let them leave early, though he usually let them off with ten minutes to spare every Friday, so there was no true harm done.

“You got anything planned? Dylan’s parents are out of town and I’m gonna hit that up.” Julie March smiled at her friend Chloe’s lustrous look at Dylan Parker’s back; it was no shock that Chloe wanted to climb that boy like a tree and probably would this weekend.

“I mean, just look at him, you know I’m a sucker for a good back.” Julie chuckled as her friends eyes followed Dylan out of sight, sighing when he turned out of the class. “But yeah, free house, me and him, bone town.”

“Really, bone town? What’re you, Jack Skellington?” Chloe fake laughed at Julie’s stupid joke and both girls left the room, walking through the mostly empty hall.

“I don’t really think you have the authority to make any joke whatsoever at me, seeing as you’ve probably never seen a cock in the first place and I’ve seen like four.”

Of the two girls, Chloe was the one who had spent high school with skirts shorter than her buttcheeks and bubblegum popping between her teeth, while Julie had spent it in baggy hand me downs with her nose in a book. It was strange that they were even friends to begin with.

“How come every conversation with you ends with you calling me a dickless virgin? I have seen one before.”

Chloe simultaneously scoffed and rolled her big brown eyes caked in eyeliner, “I hope you don’t mean the mystery guy from high school that no one ever actually met and also disappeared after like a year because I’d hate to call you a liar this late in the day.”

Julie shot daggers as Chloe smirked, “He was real. And maybe Dylan would go down on you if you weren’t such a dick.”

“Oh, he’ll go down on me alright. I’ll make sure of it.” They were nearing the exit of the large community campus building. “But really, any plans this weekend? And no, going to that creepy Hotel does not count.”

Julie adjusted her backpack strap and bit her lip, “My mom already asked me and I mean, It’s not that creepy.”

Chloe’s arm shot out and stopped Julie in her tracks, “I’m sorry, are we talking about the same Hotel? The one where bunches of people always die and the last time I went with you I almost did? That one right?”

Julie pushed open the front door, ready to not exactly deny her friend that that was in fact true but merely defend her pride, but the chaos that both girls were met with put an end to that.

“What the fuck-?” Chloe was thrown to the ground with a grunt, Mr. Abernathy having thrown open the doors and running for his life. Julie helped her up and both girls flinched when a loud horn blared throughout the campus.

Was there a shooter? Had someone brought a bomb on campus? What the hell had happened?

A group of students came into view and were running past them when Chloe yelled at them, asking what was happening.

One of the guys in a Mario beanie turned to them with scared eyes and pointed his finger to the sky, “They’re coming! It’s the end of the fucking world man- there’s no where to go!”

He fled off after his group, leaving them there with confusion on their faces. The end of the world?

They had so many questions; How? Why? Now?

It took a second for the absolute horrifying dread to set in, for the fear of death to fill her veins and leave her frozen. She didn’t even know what was coming and if she’d make it home in time to kiss her mom goodbye and say all the things she’d never said.

“Julie, Julie- look at me please. We need to go. Now.” She’d barely realized that tears had started streaming down her face, her friend digging those pretty pink manicured nails in the flesh of her arm and dragging her across the campus to the pretty purple convertible that picked up Julie for school every morning, but there would be no tomorrow morning would there.

Julie’s trembling hand was reaching for the glossy silver handle of the pretty purple convertible when the door opened, slamming into her gut with a strength that shocked her.

Chloe was already inside and giving her a look that could kill a man twice, “Get in the car. Now.”

The streets were like if Crazy Taxi had jumped out of her Dreamcast and had plagued the streets; it was utter chaos.

Abandoned cars littered the road and Chloe maneuvered them with excellent skill, and managed to not hit a single person, though there had been many running through the streets screaming for help from god, but no god was coming.

Julie’s shaky hand reached for her phone and read the alert;

Urgent Alert

Ballistic Missile Threat Inbound To Los Angeles

Seek Immediate Shelter. This Is Not A Drill.

A hand ripped the phone from hers and threw it in the backseat, “Don’t look at your phone. No doubt its people you fucking hate saying sorry for being douche filled assholes to you now that they’re gonna fucking be blown to pieces.”

Chloe spoke with such rage spittle flew from her teeth. “We’re gonna get you home and…. and…”

Sobs wracked the pretty 20’s year olds chest and tears streamed down her make up caked face, teeth biting the red matte lipstick and tears smearing the pitch black mascara. Julie had never seen her cry, not even when James from 10th grade broke up with her and said her nose was too big.

“Chloe.” Her hand found the shaking shoulder and squeezed lightly, “It’s okay. Even if we don’t make it, I’m glad I was with you.”

“No, No, No.” Chloe took her hands off the wheel and turned to her best friend Julie. “We’re going to get you home, and you’re gonna say bye to your mom.”

“Chloe- the car!” But she didn’t listen and instead hugged her friend close and the car seemed to steer itself closer and closer to her home.

“Chloe what’s happening? Please Chloe, tell what you’re doing?!” The hysterics were starting to set in as they skidded across her front lawn, car seemingly shutting down on its own.

Both girls had tears streaming down their faces and both of their chests felt like their hearts were going to implode. Chloe turned and held her friends chubby cheeks in her shaking hands, leaning forward and pressing a solemn kiss to each blob.

“Never forget me Julie.” Chloe released the chubby cheeks and watched as shadows circled the car.

“And never forget him.”

And questions Julie had were ripped to shreds as black covered hands ripped open the car doors and dragged both girls out of their cars, Chloe seemingly giving in to the inevitable and Julie refusing to give up. She wasn’t going to die without a fight.

She was placed in front of two people, both something out of a distant future sci-fi movie.

“Are you Julie March?” Her attention wasn’t on the man who asked the question but instead on Chloe, who had been placed on her knees, a large gun pointed at her temple.

The pale man spoke up once more, “You, Julie March, have been selected by the Cooperative as one of the lucky few who will be taken to a safe location away from the blast.”

That caught her attention enough to stop her struggles, “Not without my mom and Chloe.”

He gave her a hard look. “Your genetic makeup makes you a prime candidate, and theirs do not.”

“I don’t understand, candidate for what? What the hell do you people think I’m gonna do?”

“Survive.”

This was all some hellish nightmare; she must have fallen asleep in class and no one had woken her up yet. This couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t.

Julie sobbed out the same response, “Not without them. Please.” But they didn’t listen, dragging her away to a grey heavy-duty van and locking her inside, away from the rest of the world, away from her mother, away from Chloe.

She screamed with every chord in her throat as a gunshot rang through the air and the van started moving. There was no doubt that they were leaving behind her friend’s corpse on her mother’s lawn, a mother she would never see again and a friend who died too soon.

This still felt like a horrible nightmare that she couldn’t escape from, a demonic presence that had latched onto her soul and brought death and destruction in its wake, dragging her through pain and agony that seemed to have no end.

She wanted to die in that moment, wanted the blast to consume her whole and leave her with the people she loved. What was the point of survival if you had to do it alone?

2 Weeks Later

And as it turned out, this Survival wasn’t something she’d be doing alone. She’d met Emily and Timothy at the initial bomb shelter, the three of them crying as the tremors had ran through the concrete slabs they’d laid upon.

They’d mourned for their families and loved ones, and even the ones they hated. It was a dark time for them, and there was no light at the end of the tunnel for 13 days.

But on the 14th day, they were thrown clothes and masks, told that anything out of place would lead to their death. Any resistance would lead to death, and that it was in their best interest to cooperate.

And so they did, piling on the large suits and making sure every tube for the gas mask was in place and stepped outside of the bomb shelter, following the men in black.

The world had turned grey and cold, had become a wasteland of death and grim tidings for the ones lucky to survive. All of the green had turned to black, and the sun had turned grey and dim. This was not a world that Julie wanted to be apart of, but she had no choice.

A carriage was waiting for them- horse drawn to be exact- and Julie, Emily, Timothy and a masked stranger sat in the carriage, rocking back and forth for hours on end, their destination unknown.

It was a miracle that the carriage came to a stop after so long, that the doors opened up to reveal more grey fog as a hand helped them out, and lead them forward.

It was a building like no other, if you could even call it a building. A spiraling black beacon of death was a better way to describe it. The four of them walked forward, past two people dressed in grey on their knees- no masks on either of them- with guns pointed to their heads.

The ring of the gunshot made her trip and fall to her knees- Chloe’s tear stained face ran through her head like a hurricane- “C’mon, get up.”

Timothy held out a hand to her and she shakily took it, balancing on two legs and moving forward, not looking back at the bodies, even though she wanted to, to make sure they weren’t Chloe.

The decontamination process was threatening to say the least; the short stout woman who commanded their attention was someone who she would make sure to avoid. A few people dressed in outfits like the ones outside entered and were helping them get their suits off when a sound as steady as dropping water but heavy as iron entered the air.

The metal door opened to reveal a tall woman holding a candle.

“My name is Wilhemina Venable, and I’d like to welcome you to Outpost 3.”

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Prenumbra - Part Two ⏳

Outpost!Michael x fem!Reader

Words: 3K

Summary: Cordelia Goode has just sacrificed herself to save the world. But all is not lost for Michael Langdon as he hunts down those final witches still determined to end him. But a twist comes in the form of Y/N, a witch murdered during Michael’s rampage, back from the dead.

Warning: Major Character death!! TWIST!READER, softdom!reader, swearing!, SMUT WILL BE COMING IN FUTURE PARTS! Along with other goodies too!

A/N: Here is Part two!!! We’re going to see a little more of Michael and Y/N’s burgeoning relationship, and some familiar faces are back. Things are starting to heat up as Y/N steps into the driving seat, hopefully there are no gaping plot holes, Michael isn’t oc in anyway AND I have my dead bodies in the right locations! Thank you so much for the wonderful response Part One received you are all angels (or demons) whichever you prefer. ❤️

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All it takes is a whisper in Timothy’s mouth before the boy is rising from the dead before Michael. He gasps, clutching at his throat. It must be a pain perhaps just on par with losing his Mrs Mead. Timothy’s stomach knitting back together via magic, the acid purifying, his throat soothing back to normalcy. The boy’s eyes are bugged as he recovers, keeling over as he dry-wretches on nothing.

Y/N’s hand rubs his back, ‘There you go, It’s all over.’ She coos in his ear, like a mother would a frightened child. Y/N’s eyes flick up to Michael’s and then that charming little smile is back. ‘Michael, are you going to speak?’

He shoves down the wonder of seeing Vitalum Vitalis again. Little Miss Y/N who performs it as simply as taking a breath. She slinks over the bodies in the library, the ends of her dress just sweeping the floor. Y/N’s taking her time, almost marvelling at the gruesome sight.

But Michael already knows who is the lucky winner tonight. Who else has received a second chance at life.

‘You’re…alive?’ Michael’s eyes snap back to Timothy who’s gazing up at him. The boy’s mouth hangs open and for one second Michael has no idea why. ‘Did you…was there a battle?’

’Yes.’ Michael admits at once, realising the boy is gawking at the state of him. The rips, the bloodstains and general, un-Michael-like behaviour. ‘And…no.’

It’s then Timothy takes in the sight around him. Michael watches the memories crash and slam into place and then the boy is staggering to his feet, wheeling round, ‘EMILY!’

Michael catches Timothy’s arm, his grip ironclad. ‘She will be woken soon.’

The boy’s eyes fall to the plush sofa, where his lover lies dead. Emily’s eyes bulge still, foam and spittle dripping from her mouth. The boy’s entire body trembles as he sinks to his knees, forcing Michael to let him go. ‘What the fuck?’ Timothy’s eyes rake over Emily, then the bodies of his fallen comrades, before landing on Michael. ‘The apples-‘

‘He poisoned you.’

Both Michael and Timothy look to Y/N. She stands behind the sofa Emily lies on, watching Timothy’s every movement. Hatred courses through Michael. How dare she? How dare she give away his entire scheme as if it means nothing at all? Y/N’s tone is as if she’d just told Timothy the time.

Timothy’s eyes move back to Michael, ‘You told Venable to kill us all? Why!’

Michael’s leaves his gaze on Y/N as he answers, ‘It was the most viable way of getting rid of the clutter.’

‘You mean the other people?’ Timothy’s voice rises, ‘You said if we failed we stayed here, not that we’d be killed.’ His eyes flick back to the slackened jaw of Gallant, the horror still remnant in Andre’s eyes.

‘Poor choice of words darling.’ Y/N interjects, before Michael has the chance. Timothy wheels round, as if looking for something. Y/N’s eyes snap to Michael just as he realises the anomaly.

‘Where’s Coco? Dinah? Mal-‘

‘It doesn’t matter.’ Y/N cuts him off again. Her heels click as she steps round the sofa and guides Timothy’s chin from the missing bodies to her. She looms in closer, penetrating him with her stare. Michael can’t help but notice the blush creeping onto Timothy’s cheeks as Y/N’s hand ruffles gently through his hair. ‘Lucky for you and your Emily, you passed the interviews.’

Her tactic distracts the boy completely. He seems almost hypnotised by Y/N’s movements before him. She moves like a snake, her fingers trailing over his shoulder as she turns him back to Emily. Y/N’s eyes shine at Michael, as she too turns her back on him. Michael’s lip curls, it’s a show of trust but there’s an evident message. He wouldn’t dare strike in front of Timothy now.

They both need him and the girl.

‘Would you like me to bring her back?’ Y/N’s whisper carries over to Michael, despite the intent being for Timothy.

The boy nods eagerly, ‘Please. I’ll do anything.’

‘No need.’ She smiles, ‘Like I said, you both passed. Isn’t that right, Michael?’

‘Yes.’ There’s no need for him to add anything.

Y/N bends over Emily and takes her face gently between her hands. She wipes away the foam with her sleeve, a Prince ready to waken Sleeping Beauty. Timothy kneels right beside the women, his breath almost a pant from watching magic happen right before his eyes. Y/N’s lips hover a few inches above Emily’s and all Michael can think of is the acrid smell of vomit and poison that still lingers in the air. But as Y/N whispers that same incantation, her lips moving softly above Emily’s something curls in his stomach. Something heavy, fiery and then Emily’s rising up so fast she nearly knocks Y/N out. Y/N steps back immediately, catching Michael’s expression.

Michael zeros in on her as she draws to his side and slides her hand back into his. Michael’s fingers clench hers tightly, his gaze rooted on the young lovers before them. He won’t look at Y/N, nor the smile that still touches her lips. She knows what affect it had on him. He doesn’t like being read so easily by anyone, never mind the Antichrist.

Timothy’s dragged Emily into his arms, holding on tight. He whispers a thousand lost words in her ear as Emily tries to process. Michael knows the feeling well, the sluggishness of your mind, everything sharpening painfully into focus as your eyes start working again. His hand trails his torso, to the bullet marks that would still be there on someone normal.

The hand that isn’t being held in his trails Michael’s arm, ‘There is something we should do before we leave here.’ Michael’s head turns to Y/N at last, trying to read her expression. She’s still smiling at him, ‘Rejoice dear, we have our lovers back with us.’

Emily and Timothy have risen to their feet, their arms wrapped all round each other. ‘Why us?’ Emily asks, looking between Michael and Y/N. ‘Are you two…’

‘No.’ Michael answers it, ‘Despite how it may look….’

Y/N’s quick to takeover for him, ‘We’ve never met before today in fact.’ She says, ‘My name is Y/N and I am Mr Langdon’s second in command.’

‘Michael.’ Timothy echoes, having noticed Y/N’s switch to formality.

Michael narrows his eyes, ‘Langdon.’

Both Timothy and Emily shrink under his intense stare. Satisfaction coils within Michael, happy he can still intimidate the pair before him. Timothy’s eyes flick down, submissive but Emily remains fixed on Y/N. ‘Why didn’t you arrive with him then?’

‘There was a delay.’ Y/N reveals, releasing Michael to get some space. ‘Procedure and all.’

‘How can there be a delay when everyone else is dead.’

Y/N’s head whips back to Emily. The young woman remains strong, staring down the Antichrist with a calm ferocity. Y/N takes a step and then points at Emily, ‘I like you.’

It doesn’t deter Emily, ’So what’s next? The Sanctuary? Does it even exist?’

‘Of course it exists.’ Michael snaps, ‘Where was I before, if not there?’

Emily has answers, it’s easy to see them in her eyes but she backs down.

‘When do we leave?’ Timothy asks, his eyes back on the dead bodies, ‘Can they…can they really not come with us?’

‘Why would we want them?’ Emily’s retort silences everyone. She leaves her lover to stare down at Gallant and Andre, ‘They’re greedy and selfish people. They’d throw us out in the radiation without hesitation if it meant getting a bigger cube.’

‘There’s no cubes in the Sanctuary.’ Michael promises, ‘We have provisions. The apples for instance, crops and food grown by our residents. It keeps them busy and provides a stable source of nutrition and balance.’

‘Real food?’ Timothy stares at Michael, ‘You mean like…pizza?’

‘I suppose it can be done.’

It’s enough for Emily. She picks up her skirts, ‘Give us time to change out of these stupid outfits?’ She hesitates, ‘We don’t have to wear the medieval shit do we?’

‘No.’ Michael answers, ‘Whatever dystopian nightmare Venable had you under doesn’t apply where we’re going.’

‘Thank god.’ Emily dumps her mask and steps on it as she hurries from the room, presumably back to her chambers.

Timothy lingers. He sizes up Michael who remains passive as ever, his hands folded behind his back. A smile breaks out on Timothy’s face, ‘Venable.’ He says, ‘She’s dead isn’t she?’

For the first time in a while, Michael feels himself smiling. ‘Yes.’

A smirk tugs at Y/N’s mouth, ‘I take it you had fun with that one.’

‘After she tried to kill me, it was self-defence.’ Michael isn’t about to admit more with Timothy in the room. His answer is enough for the boy however, who heads out of the room following his lover.

Y/N heads back over to Michael, when Timothy’s head pops round the door, ‘Can we at least…give them a burial or do something?’

‘Of course,’ Y/N concedes. Timothy nods and then he’s gone, footsteps echoing up the stairs.

Michael grips Y/N’s arm, ‘The bloodbath…they’re bound to question it. We should have blindfolded them or-‘

‘I just brought them back from death.’ Y/N says, ‘Trust me, they aren’t interested in anything but getting out of here, just the same as us.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘If they cared, they would have tried a little harder for me to bring them back wouldn’t they?’

She’s right…again. Michael saw Emily’s selfishness, Timothy’s ability to commit atrocities for those he loves. Together with their potential unlocked, the two would be the Macbeths, bloody and driven to the Antichrist’s modus operandi.

‘The perfect insurance plan.’ Y/N echoes, her hand stroking up Michael’s blazer.

‘You think about what happens if you’re taken out?’

‘You did.’ Y/N murmurs, her fingers, straightening his collar.

‘I was…instructed it would be wise.’

‘You got my files, perfect delivered to Kineros by your Mrs Mead.’ Y/N trills, ‘You’d believe anything she says. It was easy to use her as a mouthpiece after a while-‘

Michael drags her closer by her wrists, ’You are getting cocky.’ He hisses, ‘Watch how you speak about her.’

Realising her mistake, Y/N drops the act. Her fingers push some of Michael’s golden hair behind his ear, ‘You never needed her, Michael.’ She murmurs, ‘You trusted her because she gave you that which no one else ever had before.’

‘Stop it.’ Michael bares his teeth, his grip getting stronger.

‘She loved you. Unconditionally.’ Y/N continues, ‘That doesn’t mean she was always right.’

‘You enjoy shredding me?’ He stares her down, Michael’s breath close enough to hit her face. ‘You want to make me crumble before you?’

With a slight push from her hand, magic flows through Michael. He stagers backwards away from her, ‘Never.’ Y/N says. ‘I never want to diminish you. I only want to boost you. Even if that means you have to hear somethings you wish you didn’t.’

It’s an honest answer. Better than the sycophantic Satanists. As Y/N stands there, her hair catching in the light, her chin held aloft, Michael is reminded so much of Cordelia. The Supreme who stood up against him for so long. Perhaps Y/N isn’t fully aware herself of how she emulates the Supreme, but it’s there, plain for Michael to see.

That same unbeatable spirit.

Y/N heads for the doorway, back towards the foyer. ‘You have a room I suppose?’

‘A….room?’

Does she wish to bed him right now, make her claim on him? The idea is thrilling and terrifying.

‘For your rituals?’ Her tone is patronising, as Y/N lifts an eyebrow at him. She continues through the bodies and up the stairs, Michael trailing behind her.

Michael picks up his pace, overtaking Y/N and leading the way. Neither speak till they reach a small room, just off from Baldwin’s office. ‘I found this place when I was snooping round the school.’ Michael reveals, ‘It’s a place for sacraments. It’s perfect for communing.’

He can feel the tinge of something dark the moment he steps inside. The room is spotless, apart from the five candles that sit around, leftover from his last prayer. Some are burnt down to stumps, a testament to how long one of Michael’s communions takes. All traces of his pentagrams have gone too, there’s no trace of blood staining the floorboards or walls.

Y/N’s eyes rove everywhere and then to the candles. She turns to face Michael and then kneels down holding her hand out, palm upwards. ‘Aren’t you going to join me?’

He obeys, kneeling before her but Michael don’t take her hand. ‘What are you planning on doing?’

Y/N eyes slip closed. The fingers of her left hand move as if playing a scale and the candles ignite. Michael isn’t that impressed, but he can’t help but lean in. Y/N’s close enough to see how her lashes flutter gently as she works her magic. Her eyes rove back and forth beneath the lids and right when Michael is inches away, they snap open. He freezes, unable to draw back without looking like a coward, unable to move further without dire consequences.

Y/N’s lips curl up into a smile, ‘What are you up to Michael?’

He feels like a little boy caught doing something he shouldn’t. Michael leans back onto his haunches, not saying a word. He doesn’t trust his tongue not to betray him. Y/N simply holds her hand out again, this time Michael takes it. His rings wink at him in the candlelight as Y/N’s voice echoes lowly throughout the room. It sounds almost like latin, somewhat familiar but the words distort and peak high at the ends. It’s almost grating as Y/N’s eyes roll into the back of her head, so the whites of her eyes show. The candles flare, Y/N’s face turns chalk white and then they are plunged into darkness.

‘I thank you father for your continued faith in me.’ Y/N’s voice is just a whisper, her hand still gripping Michael’s tight. ‘For showing me my path and allowing me to succeed where all other have failed. To unite at last with my Michael and combine together to carry out a new world in your image.’

Michael tries to wrench his hand back, but Y/N has a death grip. ‘I do not belong to you.’

Her eyes lift back to meet his own. He’s certain she’s debating on what to say, but Y/N drops her lips to Michael’s hand, kissing the skin there. Goosebumps erupt all over, Michael suppressing the base instinct immediately, but she’s caught him. ‘It felt good, didn’t it?’

’N…..no.’

‘Mmmmm,’ Y/N’s lips travel a little higher, placing another kiss on Michael’s wrist. She tugs him closer and before he knows better Michael has moved to accommodate her. Y/N tongue swipes over her lips, moistening them as her eyes take in his every reaction. ‘So…unsure.’ She murmurs, ‘Why not give it a try?’

He can’t tell her. It would ruin him.

Y/N’s hand runs gently through Michael’s hair, bringing his face closer to hers. It’s the last moment he has to pull away, to use his own magic and fight against the anticipation and nerves that seize him. She’s got him spellbound as Y/N swallows his hesitation in a gently, searing kiss. Michael’s lips move, unsure as he remembers to breathe. He’s tingling all over, a thousand volts coursing through his skin. But it’s pleasant, no….

It’s good.

It’s like being shot again, but this time there’s no pain but euphoria.

It feels right.

’That was your first…wasn’t it?’ Michael nods, avoiding Y/N eyes. Her fingers dancer underneath his chin and when Michael peeks back at her, she’s smiling. ‘Thank you for waiting for me.’

He still can’t talk, but he doesn’t need to. Y/N rises and guides him gently, her hand sliding to lead him by the arm. She leads the way back to the foyer where Timothy and Emily stand at the top of the stairs. They are holding hands, suitcases resting at their feet. Packed full of bounty from their dead friends, no doubt.

‘What happens from here?’ Emily asks.

‘We take the carriage.’ Y/N announces, much to Michael’s surprise.

‘We are?’

‘You brought it all the way here on your own.’ Y/N descends the stairs, picking her way through the bodies of Madison Montgomery and Dinah Stevens. ‘Why not fill it with people this time?’

She catches sight of Timothy eying the bodies. He looks a little green, ‘The blonde.’ He says, ‘She wasn’t in the Outpost with us.’ His eyes rove from Madison to Miriam Mead’s decapitated head. There is no warning as Timothy leans over the side of the railing and vomits. Emily runs to his side as Michael draws as far away as possible, the stench rising in the air.

Y/N frowns, ‘Perhaps it would have been best to blindfold you both.’

Emily drags Timothy down the stairs and past the bodies.

‘Put on the hazmat suits.’ Michael instructs, ‘They will protect you till you reach the carriage. You can take the helmets off when safely inside after one hour.’

Timothy manages a thumbs up as the young lovers walk. Y/N sets off again, but pauses when Michael doesn’t follow. His gaze is locked down on the head of Miriam Mead, his mentor, his supporter.

‘Leave her.’ Y/N’s voice is hard, ‘Let her rest here and move on, Michael.’

‘You don’t get to decide that.’ His voice is harsh, childish and echoes from the force behind it. But the second the words leave his mouth, Cordelia’s voice is back.

Led, coddled, a scared little boy.

‘She isn’t the only one.’ Y/N’s reading his thoughts, but Michael can’t bring himself to care. ‘Show Cordelia that you are stronger than she thinks. Prove her wrong.’ Her fingers creep round to rest on his shoulder, ‘You aren’t facing this fight alone anymore.’

‘And be led by you instead?’ Michael turns his head so he can look at her.

Y/N’s fingers caress his cheek, ‘I won’t lead you.’ She vows, ‘But I will love you.’

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madstone015 · 5 years

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Fic: Without Me

If you are offended by Emily, Aubrey, Chloe or Beca being together in various pairings, don’t read this.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16692565/chapters/39148210

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Emily looked at the marquee as it scrolled slowly. There was slight disbelief in her mind as she read “Beca Mitchell June 3rd with Special Guest Young Sparrow with DJ Dragon Nuts and Cyn’d Rose.” She sent a sad look in Chloe’s direction and received the same in return. The brunette threaded her fingers with Chloe’s to hold her hand and provided a gentle squeeze. “I’m proud of Beca… And Cynthia Rose.” Emily finally broke the silence. Chloe nodded and pulled Emily close giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

The silence settled between them again. They had their roles helping Beca build a career. Emily had written all her songs and Chloe had been Beca’s manager while Beca was starting out. The three of them traveled together, visiting the Bella’s across the country. Couch surfing to avoid hotels, going to gigs at every state fair, bigger festivals, raves and even put up a tent at Burning Man. The three of them moved to LA at Beca request. Emily was fine with it, she could write songs anywhere. Chloe was ok with it but hesitant not wanting Beca to get caught up in Hollywood glamour once she mad it big. Fortunately, Beca finally caught a big break. Unfortunately, she hit the door running. Any venue, collab, EP offers, anything and everything she took it on. Slowly, she stopped coming home. That was almost four years ago. Now, her third tour was ending in LA for her third CD launch.

They made it home with In-n-Out and some new clothes from the mall. A beat had been playing in Chloe’s head for hours. A series of sounds in the mall caught her attention. To get it out of her head she played it on the piano. She popped a fry into her mouth with a smile before she sipped her drink. Looking at Emily, seeing how her lover hunched over a pad of paper with a pen in her hand scribbling lyrics out like it was as easy as breathing, was Chloe’s favorite thing to watch.

Emily had heard Chloe’s little melody on the piano and now it was on repeat in her head. All the time spent with Beca, playing with soundboards and mixing various songs, she could layer tracks in her head without ever touching an instrument. She envied Chloe and Aubrey's abilities with instruments. Em bobbed her head a bit, thought a moment and scribbled words down. Tell me how’s it feel sittin’ up there, Feelin so high but too far away to hold me.

Chloe had her hand in more than enough of Beca’s music after that fateful day when Beca proclaimed she was into ‘this stuff’. Seeing how remixes fell into place after the night in the pool the girls finally came together. She teased the piano keys. She sat in one of the two seats in front of the instrument. It made her almost uncomfortable without Beca beside her. Another french fry remedied that for now. She flicked the piano setting to be drums and played a little with a beat.

Emily furrowed her brows and scratched out a line she wrote after the first, You don’t have to say just what you did, I already know. She was nodding and tapping her foot to Chloe’s beat. She looked at the redhead fondly. This was how it worked, the missing element was Beca. Beca was the one who rearranged lyrics, layered the tracks, put it all together and played *their* music at the festivals. She thought back to when it was just the three of them on the open road between gigs. Beca’s face buried in the laptop while Emily wrote lyrics and Chloe drove tapping out some new little beat in her head. When Beca’s depression got too much they’d find a hotel and remind her just how much she was loved. Found you when your heart was broke. She scribbled in a new part of the page, I said I’d catch you if you fall. And if they laugh, then fuck’m all! She smiled sadly at the memory of the USO riff off and how she had to cheer Aubrey, Chloe and Beca all up.

In fact… Chloe looked like she could use some cheering up. Emily took Chloe’s hand and pulled her close threading her hand into those luscious red locks. Chloe bit her lip looking up into Emily’s eyes as she rocked up to kiss her. Emily picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. It earned her a genuine giggle from the core of Chloe's body.

Soon Chloe was naked under the exotic beauty who was kissing down her body reminding her just how much she loved Emily's attention. She was gasping and shivering under Emily’s long fingers and expert tongue. Pulling Emily up with a lengthy passionate kiss to roll them over and eagerly return the favor.

As they lay curled up together they didn’t mention the missing person in their relationship but the lyrics still bouncing around her head Emily whispered, “If I write a song… will you duet with me?” Chloe didn’t look up just continued to trace Emily’s collarbone gently, “Of course I would.” Truth be told they hadn’t sung since Beca left, they both missed it. “That is a really good idea sweetie.” Chloe grinned up at Emily’s megawatt smile and they rolled right back into making love to one another.

Emily smiled down at Chloe, running her fingers through her hair slowly. She watched the redhead nuzzle into her hip and hug her thigh tighter. She thought back on all the times Chloe had been by Beca’s side, through depression, issues with Beca’s father, the unknowns of Beca’s mother. Just running from the demons in your mind, Then I took yours and made ‘em mine, I didn’t notice 'cause my love was blind. She scribbled on her notepad. She quietly worried if this was all taking a much harder toll on the angel laying against her. Knowing full well Beca was Chloe’s soul mate, she wondered if she was enough to fill the void. I got you off your knees, Put you right back on your feet, Just so you can take advantage of me. She sighed and cuddled Chloe wondering why these feelings were resurfacing after this long.

By morning Chloe woke up to Emily hugging her so securely she could barely breathe, but she loved every second of it. There was security in being held this tight, being loved so much that a sleeping body knows to latch on. She looked over the features on Emily’s face and smiled to herself. She worried that this beautiful woman’s idol, her hero just abandon them for a career in music, but she expected this day to come. Chloe felt so much love for Emily, they really didn’t need Beca. That the longer Beca was gone, the less it all hurt and the more she was able to give the young lover.

Her phone chimed quietly and without a thought, she picked it up to put it on silent. She caught Aubrey’s name and “I’m at your-” under it. Flicking open the message, a smile slowly appeared across her face.

“Babygirl…” Chloe gently nuzzled Emily, kissing her awake enough for Emily to pull her on top and moan. With a giggle, the redhead nuzzled her young love and smiled brightly, “Guess who is here…”

Emily knew better than to say Beca, “Umm… Santa?”

Chloe whispered in her ear, “Aubrey” and Emily body vibrated under her with a deep moan. Chloe looked down at the browned eyed beauty curiously, “Oh really?”

Chuckling the brunette shrugged, “I just had a really good dream about her…” She bit her lip peeking at Chloe, “I’ve had a crush on her since we met. You all had my attention.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say…” Chloe smiled fondly, “She and I were a thing before…” feeling Emily’s lips on hers stopped whatever sadness may have started.

Emily murmured, “We haven’t seen Aubrey in ages. When she left to be a doula I really didn’t expect her to go to a different country.”

There was a quiet knock on the door when Emily opened it. Aubrey’s eyes took in the younger woman and simply dropped her bag to wrap her in a hug. She knew, they all knew, how Beca abandon everyone. Cynthia Rose didn’t abandon them or Denise the way Beca did. CR made sure Denise was included in everything, even written into every contract. Aubrey closed her eyes when she felt Emily tear up, “Shhhh Babygirl, I’m here.”

Emily hugged on tighter, “I've missed you so much.” Her voice was laced with so many memories, good and sad. The moments they shared during the USO tour, Aubrey's encouragement to keep writing, the night they spent together just after the tour, before she ran away to be a doula and before Beca and Chloe asked her to be with them. They all had a history together in one way or another. A very finely woven web of love, affection, and abandonment. Emily and Chloe were the only two who stuck together through everything, refusing to abandon the other. She squeezed Aubrey and whispered, “Please don’t leave again…”

Chloe leaned against the doorway smiling fondly. Aubrey, ever the sweetest woman on earth the moment someone fell apart in her arms. Walking up she leaned up kissing Aubrey on the lips and hugged Emily from behind while running her fingers over Aubrey’s forearms. “It's really good to see you Bree." When she felt Emily relax fully they broke apart. "C’mon ladies, let’s go inside.”

Emily grabbed Aubrey’s big bag, Chloe her smaller one, leaving Aubrey to close the door. The girls seemed to just blindly walk by Beca’s in-house studio. Aubrey saw the layers of dust on everything and watched the two women set her things in the hall.

She had seen the house enough through facetime to know where most of their things were. Heading to the kitchen she poured them each a glass of water and chuckled when Emily nuzzled up to her on one side, Chloe to the other. She kissed both women affectionately and moved them to sit down at the dining table.

To say the situation was complicated was untrue. Aubrey wanted to come back to the States, and they offered to house her. None of them expected the greeting to be like this but it was welcomed. Aubrey was hesitant when she saw Emily’s lyric pad in the middle of the table. She slid it closer, “I’m glad you started songwriting again… you are so amazing at it, Emily.” The younger woman blushed. It caused Aubrey to smile softly. Her eyes shifted to Chloe, “How are things going?”

Chloe gulped and twitched her nose slightly, “It’s been a long time. I think things still… sting for us in rare moments.” Emily gave a confirming nod. “But… 3 years is a long time. We’ve kinda taken the hint.” Tahitian blue eyes looked up from her glass to watch the blonde, “Emily and I love each other unconditionally. Maybe a moment or two... feel… incomplete but we are happy with or without her.”

Aubrey nodded, “Good. You two are gorgeous together. I’m actually jealous of both of you. I’ll be honest, I was always jealous of her. Probably why I was always so hard on her.” She blushed a little and hid behind her glass. That got Chloe to smile reminiscing about Beca’s first year in the Bella’s.

Aubrey gulped though, she was unsettled, she hummed to herself a moment before offering, “I feel I'm the reason she’s not here anymore…” That caught both Emily and Chloe’s attention. Shit. “Let me rephrase that… what I mean to say, you three were a deadly combination. I knew a music exec, sent him to see her last show, told him you were a package deal… I guess he didn’t see it that way. For that, I’m so sorry. Not that it’s any consolation… she shut me out as well.”

The brunette eased the lyric pad over to herself while listening to Aubrey and Chloe chit chat a little. Her mind was too full to really let any of their words sink in. With Aubrey’s admission, more lyrics flowed through her. You know I’m the one who put you up there, name in the sky. Does it ever get lonely? She looked outside, zoning out a little. Thinking you could live without me. She looked back at the pad. It wasn’t much, more heavy-handed scratch marks in word form than flowing lyrics. She sighed and shoved the pad away zoning back into their conversation.

The blonde looked between the two lovers and finally requested, “Let’s go somewhere.” She knew full well they needed to get out of that house, away from the ghost of Beca. Emily looked at Chloe as if for permission, to which Chloe nodded, “Of course. How could I deny either of you.” They all smiled and headed out the door.

Emily climbed in the back of the car, “Are we still going over to Jessley’s tonight?”

Aubrey laughed, “They are close by too?”

Chloe smiled at the blonde, "Yeah, it's really nice having them close." She turned to Emily, “Of course we are. We can take turns sitting out a hand so Aubrey can play too.” Reaching back to rub Emily’s thigh, making the younger woman smile fondly and kiss her cheek.

Aubrey chuckled, “What do you guys play?”

Emily shrugged, “Trump sometimes Gin. I always play with Ashley and we always win too.” There was a pause, “And we play Mario Kart…”

Smirking Aubrey glanced at Chloe, who nodded, “It’s true… I think Jessica and I get too heart eyed watching them get so excited to pay any attention, by that time math is out the window.”

Chloe felt like she could finally take a deep breath. She didn’t even realize how freeing it felt to have Aubrey around.

Aubrey didn’t have a destination in mind, she made sure she had Emily’s notepad and snacks for all of them. Eventually, she drove them to a strip of the beach that rarely had visitors. It was too rocky to get to the sand with any sort of chair or surfboard under their arm. For them, the spot would be perfect. Helping each other felt a little like the team building exercise making all three of them laugh and giggle through it. Aubrey pulled them both in for a tender kiss. The kiss made both women smile a little brighter. This is how it’s supposed to be.

They lounged a bit. Emily got antsy though and took off her shoes to go run around the shallow surf.

Aubrey looked at Chloe, “Are you two really ok?”

Chloe squinted a little looking up at the sun then down at Emily with a small smile, “We make it. Like I said before, we love each other more than anyone could ever love another. I just have a sinking feeling we both hope the other is good enough? If that makes sense. Like I’m sure she wonders if she is good enough to fill her place and Beca’s… and I feel the same for her.”

Humming in understand Aubrey nodded, “I can understand that. Have you tried to contact her?”

“I don’t think we realized what was happening until one day… she just stopped coming home. We did try contacting her but she always claimed she was busy. We both deleted our social media because she was everywhere, new songs, interviews, people fawning over her. People were posting old pictures and tagging all of us. Paparazzi harassed us for a while but that died down after she stopped coming home.” Chloe shook her head sitting up clapping the sand off her palms, “I get it… the lifestyle is intoxicating. I wonder if she’s lonely. If she remembers what real love, not lust, feels like.”

Aubrey scooted herself behind Chloe and wrapped her arms around her. She loved letting the redhead lean back against her. Silently, she scolded herself for not being around the last 4 years. She was sorry she wasn’t around to pick up the pieces. Looking up she could see Emily’s closed mouth smile spread across her face, it was the sweetest thing she ever laid eyes on. “I think we’re being watched…”

Chloe peaked and Emily looked down instantly kicking wet sand off her foot as the water rushed away from her. The redhead smiled bright, “Appears so… She’s so gorgeous."

To Aubrey, Chloe was the definition of love and enthusiasm with sunshine for a smile and the clearest blue sky for eyes. To her, Emily was the definition of sunshine but had become slightly somber after Barden, much more down to earth. She knew Emily was just the right balance for both Beca and Chloe so she never offered to be part of the relationship. Instead, she ran away to forget them.

“So are you… you bother are amazingly gorgeous.” Aubrey kissed the side of Chloe’s head. She let out a breath and closed her eyes, she was glad neither of them could see her expression, “If she came back… would you accept her?” She watched as the vein in Chloe’s neck pounded blood like a jackhammer.

“I… I don’t know. 3 years is a long time to be asking for forgiveness.” Chloe sighed, “I think Emily and I would have to have a real discussion about it. Beca will be in town in a few days… it’s her last tour date. We didn’t go to her last 2 concerts, it just hurt too much. Yet she still sends front row tickets… backstage passes, a limo. I don’t get it.”

Aubrey held Chloe tighter, “Wow…"

Emily wandered up to them, a smile still on her face. Emily lowered herself down to straddle Chloe’s lap which also meant straddling Aubrey’s. Her fingers slide cradled the back of both their heads while she captured Aubrey in a lengthy, gentle but meaningful kiss. She hugged Chloe's head to her upper chest to listen to her heartbeat. They all knew Chloe lived for that deep rhythmic thud in someone’s chest when they were excited, happy or just plain sexual. Somehow it gave Chloe life.

Aubrey knew Emily was Chloe’s heartbeat. Emily sent her pictures of Chloe, ear over her heart, sound asleep.

They went to Ashley and Jessica’s. Aubrey was welcomed with open arms. The two women loved their old captain, no matter if she remembered their names back then or not. There was an elephant in the room though, the real question wad who all was going to Beca and CR’s concert? If anyone. Admirably, Ash and Jess went to everything Bella related. Babysitting Bella for Stacie and Flo, even taking them all out to dinner. Meeting Lily for random gigs. Hosting smaller get-togethers for all the local Bella’s to hang out. None of them could blame the couple. They were all laughs and giggles by the time the wine started flowing. Emily and Ashley were all playful pouts when Aubrey and Jessica beat the snot out of them, then Aubrey and Chloe took a turn doing it. They received kisses to mend the wounds and the brunettes made up for it in Mario Karts.

Once home Emily curled up on the couch with her lyric pad and started writing again. She was zoned, leaving Chloe and Aubrey to each other again. Aubrey nodded to the couch, and Chloe curled up on Emily’s left. The blonde rummaged around the kitchen to find ice cream and three spoons. She plopped down on Emily’s right. Both of them giggled as the brunette mindlessly took a scoop of ice cream and nibbled at it while her pencil drew words across the page. The excitement of the day made Chloe fall asleep quickly. She snored quietly against Emily’s shoulder. The brunette smiled lovingly at her, “She’s so perfect Bree… Am I good enough for her?”

Aubrey gave her the warmest smiles and pulled the side of Emily’s head toward her whispering, “You are perfect for her Em, never doubt it for a moment. She loves you more than anything in the world.” She ran her fingers through long wavy brunette locks slowly until Emily yawned. She watched as Emily scooped Chloe up in her arms and noticed Emily’s eyes flicked from Chloe to her then to the bedroom. Aubrey didn’t need the offer twice.

Emily carefully pulled off Chloe’s clothes and put on her pj shirt and shorts then carefully laid her in the middle of the bed. Moved to her dresser to change into her own shirt and shorts. Passing Aubrey in the hallway, she gave the blonde’s hand a gentle squeeze and a gentle peck on the lips. She walked around to double check the locks on the doors and windows then came back to the bedroom. She slid in on Chloe’s right and smiled when the redhead instantly clung to her, finding her favorite place for a pillow, square over Emily’s heart.

Aubrey's heart skipped a few beats. She did not expect to see Chloe cling to Emily. “That is the most precious thing in the world,” Aubrey whispered to Emily.

The younger of them smile sleepily, “She’s my everything.” They both yawned and chuckled at the action.

The blonde slid up behind Chloe and hugged both the women she’s always adored nice and tight. She felt Chloe sigh happily.

The few days passed and life was good. The tiny cloud that seemed to loom over Chloe and Emily had been lifted. Aubrey’s presence made them all feel balanced. They dusted off all of the studio equipment and both women smiled as Emily's excitement grew.

Emily got to work recording while Chloe played with the various sounds again to get a good rhythm going. Emily even invited Aubrey in on it, something about their voices simply sounded perfect together.

Like clockwork, a driver showed up and there was a knock on the door. 3 passes held out in front of him. Aubrey looked blankly at the roadie holding up the badges who was looking back at her with an equally less than enthusiastic expression. Aubrey stepped out and closed the door behind her, “Does Beca actually want us there?”

The roadie looked confused, “I’d guess, yeah.”

“Do you know who these ladies are? The ones you come here every year to give passes to.” Aubrey asked. When he lowered the passes and shook his head

She sighed, “I figured. Do you know who Chloe and Emily are?”

His eyes shot open, “THE Chloe and Emily?! The pair that Beca is with? Oh my god, she never shuts up about how amazing they are! How she owes them everything! Holy crap, I had no idea. I wish I knew that before I got here! Now I just feel like an asshole.”

“…is with…?” Aubrey perked a brow, “And I’m Aubrey.”

“Dude!” She could already tell this roadie was a Californian or hung with Beca too much. He stammered, “Wait, YOU?! You got her the final gig that brought her to the big leagues. Not even DJ Khalid could manage what your guy did for her. Man, she talks about the three of you, like, hourly on the dot.”

“…Dude.” She cleared her throat, hating the way that word tasted on her lips. Even when it was said sarcastically. “I don’t know if you are trying to be extra cordial or if you are being genuine but I have serious doubts Beca is talking, let alone missing, any of us that much.”

He looked confused.

Aubrey shook her head, “I’ll let Emily and Chloe know you are here… and I will let you know if we want to go. Give me a moment.”

She went back inside and pressed the door closed with her back. Emily was in the living room with an iPod in one hand, apparently on full blast because Aubrey could hear it clearly from 15 feet away. It faded and repeated again, it was the song the three of them made together. She watched Emily’s head bob side to side as one hand moved to the words she was lip syncing.

Chloe rounded the corner to ask Aubrey something when she saw the look in Aubrey’s eyes, “It’s today isn’t it…” She just closed her eyes and sighed. She didn’t know if she had the strength to support them all today. The song had taken a lot out of her even if it did feel good to sing again. She knew Emily wanted to go just to give Beca the cd. If she had her way, she’d just give the cd to Denise for CR to give to Beca. Her eyes moved to Emily who was deep into the song, likely still in editing mode. The song was flawless and made a few cds which Emily had clutched in her hand. She walked up to Emily, leaned up kissing her softly, “Do you want to go?”

Emily paused the song, “It’s today?” Chloe gave her a confirming nod sending her mind spiraling. “If it’s ok with you guys… We can just slide this on stage or backstage and leave… But she needs to hear this.” She stood a little more determined. Watching both the blonde and redhead nod, they headed out the door.

The roadie blushed deep red, “This way ladies… feel free to have anything in the minibar in the limo. I promise tonight is Beca’s treat.”

Through the night none of them seemed to be thrilled about any of it… Dinner was paid for, though Beca wasn’t present. They were showed backstage, again, Beca wasn’t present. Emily did manage to slip the cd into the player when the roadie wasn’t looking.

They were escorted to seats front and center. They got waves and sung to by Young Sparrow and Cynthia Rose quite often. Admittedly, watching their friends perform was exciting. When Beca was set to hit the stage though, they held hands and breathes. It would be the first time in 3 years they laid eyes on Beca. They knew that Beca wouldn’t be able to see them anyway, even if there were big blue arrows on the stage pointing directly to them. The lights too blinding, music too numbing and excitement too breathtaking.

They held their breaths through most of Beca’s performance, it was flawless and beautiful, true music to their ears as it always had been. She even performed Freedom with Cynthia Rose with a dedication to the three of them. After Beca disappeared, the lights around the stadium eased on slowly and the lights on stage clicked off they looked at one another in silence. It was a visual debate, seeing how distraught or comfortable each other was. Chloe was the first to speak up, “Can we go home… I don’t want to go backstage.” Emily nodded, both looked at Aubrey who smiled calmly and nodded, “Of course.”

The roadie made sure they got to the limo safely, and to their front door once home. Emily scrunched her nose and handed him the spare cd, “I put one in the cd player in her room… but we need her to hear this. Please make sure she does.” He hugged it to his chest and nodded frantically, “Anything for you, Mrs. Emily Beale.”

She smiled hearing her full name and hugged him, “Thank you.”

He held up the cd and jogged back to the limo. It soon disappeared into the night.

They stayed up a few more hours, unwinding and talking adoringly about seeing Young Sparrow and CR perform, how the show actually was enjoyable.

A knock on the door made them all jump, Aubrey got up walking to the front door. She was flanked by Chloe and Emily. When she opened the door, it was the last person they expected. The person they looked at looked distraught, deeply depressed, tears rolling down their face.

Emily whispered harshly, Aubrey said curiously, Chloe let out a strangled word, in unison. “Beca…?”

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Sleepless nights: A Julian x Neville fanfiction

((Disclaimer: I only own my interpretation of The Arcana’s Julian. Neville, Vicky, Diantho and the interpretation of The Arcana’s Valdemar belong to @gdrawsthings and Omaira to @halfblooddragonghost))

The witching hours in the city of Vesuvia was usually the quitest part of the day. The absolute quietness was only disturbed by the occasional owl cries, the howls of some lonely dog or erotic sighs of some couples in love that had forgotten to close their bedroom windows. Otherwise, the starlit hour of the poets and hopeless romantics was crowned by silence and the white noise of crickets and waves brushing against the docs. Yet, despite the heavenly peace, for the fourth time this week, Neville woke up in the middle of the night at the sound of pacing onto the wooden floor and shallow breathing. And for the fourth time, he was met by a cold bed and ruffled sheets where his lover should be lying. The opera singer sighed and shifted his weight on the matress, tiredly rubbing his eyes.

Why does he insist on suffering alone and pretending all is well afterwards?

Granted, Neville was one to appreciate discreetness more than most people. His whole upbringing was based on the idea of building one’s image like wearing a mask: be good, polite and efficient, and whatever happens behind the facade is noone’s business. Yes, his people really valued the privacy of their emotions and weaknesses. That was why they all ended up miserable and died at the mental asylum. That was why he was the family’s scapegoat.

And after all... he wasn’t just “noone” to the other man... was he?

He still remembered the night he met him. How could he forget that performance of La Boheme; the tenacity of Rodolfo’s affection being completely overshadowed by that ethereal vision of a man sitting at the last rows of the amphitheatre; auburn curls, voluptuous lips, skin so white that it was almost transluscent, and these silver, watery eyes that looked as if moonlight was pooling into them and gazed right into his emerald ones, like they were peering into his very soul... If anyone asked him how he found himself off the stage and kneeling in front of him singing the “O soave fanciulla” aria as if he was singing it for him and him alone, having abandoned his co-star, he would be unable to answer. Everything else had blurred into nothingness; what mattered was only the here and now, him and himself captured in a moment of poetry. “Oh, sweetest vision with moonlight bathing your pretty face! The dream that I see in you is the dream I'll always dream!” Neville sang with all his soul, and the spirit of the night sang with him.

But as all beautiful things do, the magic of the song ended too soon to his liking, and the brittle awkward silence of the audience was soon shattered by a roar of applause. With the corner of his eye he spotted the soprano widen her eyes in disbelief and storming off the stage with an angry huff. Yet, in the glory of the moment, the opera singer could only take the other’s gloved hand into his and press a gentle kiss onto it, never taking his eyes off the burgundy color that had spread on the redhead’s cheeks. His gaze lowered to the slightly parted lips for a tempting moment before it met the silver eyes once more, only to see a tempest of emotions one overpowering the other: bewilderment, shock, longing and finally terror.

Immediately, the pale man withdrew his hand from his as if it scorched him and sprang out of his seat, running towards the exit, as if he was being chased by all the demons of hell.

“Wait!” the singer called out and ran after him, leaving the now murmuring in confusion audience behind. Even if he were aware of the massive scandal that would result from that eventful night, Neville couldn’t care less. Instead he kept running, yet the other was too fast and agile. Soon, he was out of sight.

Neville huffed, cursing himself under his breath. Now that he thought of it, how foolishly spontaneous his behavior was! He knew nothing of the other man, he might have offended him for all he knew. Perhaps he was already with someone, or was just freaked out that he was courted in that fashion in front of so many people. Perhaps-

A familiar white linen shirt caught Neville’s attention effectively stopping his inner monologue, and his heart skipped a beat when he turned to see no other than the man from earlier having leaned over the railing of the docs, peering down at the dark waters. The sea breeze brushed through his hair and made his dark coat -wait, was that a military doctor coat?- flutter along with the hem of his shirt, spreading the smell of musk, leather and coffee; though the tremors of his shoulders were not because of it. As Neville slowly approached, he could make out the small sobs that escaped him and the tears that were running down his face, to drip into the angry waters below. He hadn’t noticed him. Hesitantly, Neville touched his shoulder. The red haired man did not look surprized to see who was there, and finding no resistance, Neville passed his arm around the slender shoulders and held him close. He shuddered, but did not go away, and after a while he relaxed a little, leaning his head onto the small of Neville’s neck. “Why are you doing this?” he whispered, with his eyes closed.

“Nothing in this world happens in vain, and the soul holds secrets the logic would never understand. There are lost lives lingering between the pages of the world and when a soul finds its kindred one it cries as it remembers its past happiness. Whatever they are made of, yours and mine are one.” Neville whispered back, carefully caressing the auburn tresses.

The teary silver eyes raised to meet his in awe and melancholy. “ That’s Emily Bronte... but...I... don’t understand...” he muttered.

“Neither do I. Nor we should.” Neville replied softly. “What is your name?”

“Julian.”

The weak light of a solitary candle was casting long shadows onto the walls of the small kitchen. Although it was not visible from where Neville was currenty standing, he knew that Julian had stopped his pacing and was now sitting at the table, head in his arms. Without looking, he reached out to his newly filled mug of coffee, but another hand reached out to it too, covering it like a lid and stopping him.

“’Tis too late to be having this sort of beverage, darling.” Neville muttered lovingly before wrapping his arms around Julian’s waist an planting a soft kiss on his neck. Julian smiled at that, instinctively leaning into his lover’s embrace. “My angel of music... What time is it?” he purred back.

“Too late to be about. Come back to bed. It feels empty without you in it...” Neville replied, punctuating his statement with a small nibble on Julian’s neck to ensure he wouldn’t protest. “Bad dream?”

Julian’s expression became crestfallen without bothering to word his answer. “I woke you up.” It wasn’t a question. “I have been waking you up in the middle of the night for days now. Haven’t I?”

“That doesn’t answer the question, Ilya.” Neville pointed out and drew a chair to sit next to him. “I know that something has been troubling your sleep as of late; you jump out of bed panicked and start pacing around for hours. I want to know who or what to blame for it. Is it the war? Your time with the pirates? Or is it Valdemar, that creepy boss of yours?”

Julian nodded, defeated. “About a week ago they... they put someone’s arm into a blender just to take a cool x-ray... I just... cannot unsee what I saw. I can still hear the screams in my head.”

Neville’s eyes went wide with disbelief, horror and annoyance. “They did whAt now?! Are you bloody kidding me?! A blender?!” He grabbed Julian by his shoulders and pulled him into his arms, wrapping them protectively around him. “Julian, love... You can quit, you know. That person is clearly a sick sadist and a sociopath. I don’t want you to go mad because of him. I wonder how that sweet girl Vicky can handle them... and don’t even get me started on how baby Diantho will turn out to be...”

“Not if I am the one babysitting her... But I understand what you mean. At times like this I think about it too.” Julian’s voice was muffled by the material of Neville’s velvety robe. “But still... I do not want to resign. Even though I find myself hating Valdemar’s guts at times... they are the best doctor I have ever met. If it weren’t for them I wouldn’t be half the doctor I am now; they’ve taught me so many things. Then... I have no issues getting along with my colleagues; Vicky, Omaira and the others... And in this failing economy it wouldn’t be wise to find myself unemployed or working at the legal grey zones. Not when for the first time in my life I want stability and happiness...” Julian cupped Neville’s cheek tenderly and leaned in to kiss his lips softly. “Not when I have found you...”

Neville couldn’t help but blush and pulled the doctor in, crushing their lips together in a needy kiss. “You are the best thing that happened to me, in all these years of misfortune and misery...” Julian managed, when they parted for air, earning him a chuckle and a series of soft neck kisses.

“At least let me tell him off for making your life unbearable... Someone has to... They can’t keep terrorize you like that.” Neville purred, lifting his lover’s thin frame into his arms and carrying him to bed.

“Oh, my prince with his shiny armor...” julian chuckled between kisses. “Well, you can try, I suppose, but don’t expect that there will be much difference. It’s not their fault, really. That’s simply who they are.”

“Well, we don’t know that unless I try. Don’t underestimate my powers of persuasion, my darling angel of death...” Neville snickered mischieviously before pinning Julian’s arms above his head and seductively pull the half-opened shirt down his shoulders using his teeth. Julian bit down his lip to suppress a moan and his eyes fluttered closed. “I would never~”

((I am sorry if this fic seems too hastily written; i am obsessed since I found out about Neville’s character and I had to get all this inspiration out of my system. Dedicated to @gdrawsthings, @halfblooddragonghost and @plaguehostwiththemost.

P.S: Here is the x-ray Julian is talking about. It isn’t a blender; it is a meat grinder that did this. Close enough, I say. If gore triggers you, please do not open the “keep reading” link

#fanfiction #julian x neville #neville #valdemar #omaira #vicky #diantho #fluff #hurt/comfort #established relationship #tw:blood #tw:gore

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