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asa-m-holland · 6 months

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A S A . H O L L A N D

FULL NAME: Asa Michael Holland HOMETOWN: Swords, Ireland DOB: October 24, 1978 AGE: 45 GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: He/Him OCCUPATION: Head Librarian SEXUALITY: Gay HEIGHT: 5'7" TIME IN ASHMORE: 5 years

BIOGRAPHY

Full bio under the cut! Please read trigger warnings before proceeding!

TW // Medical malpractice, homophobia, abuse

Asa grew up in a small family home in a town on the outskirts of Dublin. Both parents were devoutly Catholic and the whole family walked to church multiple times a week. He worked summers helping clean up the little church-house in the valley and his father often pawned him off to ‘learn a hard day’s work’ at various places in town. Despite his father having plenty of money and working at a bank in the city, Asa was often treated like he had to provide for his family as well. He wanted to spend time with his siblings but it often fell on him to get a job first, get his sisters to school. There was immense pressure from his family at all times to be the model son.

He had always been introverted but starting in high school, he started to rebel, getting angry at his parents and lashing out at them. His father had just started a very high-profile job in the government and his 13 year old son was the least of his issues. Eventually, Asa was sent away to a home for ‘troubled teens’ and was essentially beaten into submission by orderlies and people who did not care about his wellbeing or his mental stability. He was treated like a problem, like an inmate in a prison at the age of 14 and was kept there for years due to his father’s negligence and lies. Saying after Asa came back for a short time once that he was still ‘acting up’. That they had failed and he would expose them if they didn't forge documents to send Asa off to a mental institution.

Through it all, Asa was manipulated into thinking he was the problem. That he had done so much wrong that he was being punished, and would continue to be for the rest of his life- tormented by the Devil. Because of his father's lies, he was in and out of a few psychiatric facilities, given experimental medical treatments, and treated as insane. His father was a constant terrifying presence in his life, always finding a new place to send him off to in Ireland, Wales, and London.

Asa changed the course of his fate when he fled to the U.S. After stealing his father's money, he began to formulate a court case to close down the corrupt most recent institute he had been stuck in - St. Irene's in London, that had given him permanent head trauma from the misuse of ECT. Using meticulous planning and organizing, Asa was able to craft a perfect court case to take down the mental institution, put the doctors in charge behind bars, and win a huge settlement of money.

All the while he worked for a sweet little old lady who ran a large library in Ashmore. He'd been taken in to organize- a quiet and sometimes (unintentionally) unsettling man who had trouble finding any sort of job, given some grace. As she prepared to retire, she let Asa take more control of the library, going from just putting books away to planning library events, running the social media, handling all computer systems, and talking to customers.

Now Asa is the Head Librarian at Ashmore. A weird little man covered in tattoos who some find a little offputting and others weirdly charming. Asa cares about his employees and cares about his job-he's an artist in his free time and has a little historical home in Old Ashmore where he takes care of 5 cats.

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charmedreincarnation · 11 months

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I manifested my dream life 🥳🎊🎉

Long post incoming ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Hi everyone. my name is Asanatu (call me sana or asa) and I just want to share my success story. Anyways, A+p, Intention, plus the void state was the method I always resonated with with. I also joined and was apart of tumblr pretty actively during the time when these were “the methods.”

I was making so much headway! I manifested money, better looks, better grades and mental health and I even mini shifted. Things were looking bright and I knew my shitty circumstances would be a memory of the past and everything would be easier. Then the switch to states, Neville Goddard,and Edward Arts happened and I was so lost. Then creators who even used the void or a+p were suddenly bullying and attacking people

for thinking thoughts create reality instead of states. They were attacking people for using the void and putting it on the pedestal even though they used it to achieve their dream life 🤡🤡 sucess stories dropped drastically, tensions were tight, and entitlement and shoving states down our throats was happening at an all time high. Honestly I gave up with the law and shifting bc I started to believe a+p truly didn’t work bc everyone was preaching that perspective out of no where even though we all started with that and people used it !!!!! Now the same is happening to non dualism…so it will be even more over complication and entitlement for the competition to be the most all knowing and debunker of the law. It will be less success stories, more tension, and paragraphs upon paragraphs on their beliefs but no success to show for it so I am most definitely leaving tumblr and for anyone who wants recourses maybe read and stick to the og creators from December for. Few posts and then dip

Expeditiously, pleaseee !!!!!

I also need to take accountability for

Myself. I’m sending this on anon mode because I have been so rude to so many bloggers and projected my newfound doubt to random, kind, helpful bloggers and I have to apologize. Most of them won’t see this because I’m blocked, but none of you guys deserved it. I would tag them but it was most Loa creators which is so embarrassing to admit, but again I apologize.

After having some self awareness I decided to stop being a loser and take accountability for my own life. I said fuck it and went back to a+p and the void state. I just affirmed robotically and used some subliminals for the void state from popular successful void blogs. After two weeks I got into the void state and manifested my dream life. After complaining and procrastinating for 6 months. As much as tumblr is toxic and the dumb entitled energy is radiating extra bright you all have to grow up and stick to what works for you. You have free will and godly powers no matter how many big headed bloggers try to intimidate you.

A summary of my manifestations from the void are: millionaire parents, 4.3 cumulative gpa, being apart of my schools honors society, dream graduation (it was yesterday) 10/10 looks, acceptance to Harvard, dream body and natural fast metabolism, being a master shifter, list of hobbies and talents, dream personality, huge mansion, cute kind rich bf, and being a desired it girl

I want to say so much more but Moral of the story is stick to what has worked you, take accountability for your journey, and ignore what doesn’t resonate with you.

I think a lot of people will relate to this. No matter what you believe in, whether that be states, non dualism, the void, a+p,etc just persist on your faith. Congrats anon and good on you for taking accountability for your own journey. I also can only speak for myself but I forgive you :)

Edit: a+p is affirm and persist

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #void state #reality shifting #law of attraction #my asks #shiftblr #self concept #void success

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lace-coffin · 10 days

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Hi im that person that asked for the stufed toy thing and oh my god i loved it so much i loved everything and onece your requests are open sorry im asking while they are shut i had this sudden idea for a request sorry😭😭 ive also kinda got 2 ideas soooo sorry😅

But like a reader that is obsessed with drawing and loved to draw cute and sweet drawings to give to asa to do with their hyper fixation or every time they are with him they start ranting to him about it or them i dont know but he would be so educated on their hyper fixation unless its bugs then he would already know everything haha

Or idea 2

The reader likes to lick things randomly for no particular reason they just like to do it or they love physical touch and cant get enough of it always cuddling with asa at night as close as they can and just imagine them cuddling and they just lick him then he just gets confused that would be so funny to imagine😭😭

Or the reader for the same type of thing as the plushie one but instead music to calm them down and they would have like a tiny crying fit for their headphones bc i have had alot of meltdowns over not having my headphones its crazy i love your writing so much hope u have a good day❤️

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

Requests are open!

Hi I hope you like this! I totally crammed my last two fixations into this < 3

Call Asa old but he wasn’t exactly up to date on video games. He defiantly was now at least, not that he had much choice. You were always flipping between interests, intensely talking and interacting with one topic for weeks or months at a time and then switching to another that catches your interest. It’s been Sonic The Hedgehog for atleast 3 weeks now.

He didn’t exactly picture his desk to be filled with pictures of anthropomorphic hedgehogs but here he is, he kinda signed up for this when he stuffed you into the trunk, knowingly or not. As long as you’re happy then he’s happy, even if he thinks you’re spending a little too much time on that GameCube you begged him to bring to hotel..

A few weeks pass and it’s now the Saw franchise. Victims being “tested” in disgusting gory traps by a man that fancies himself to be god? This is more up to his speed..pun unintended.

A series of excited knocks sound from the door of your masters workroom. Stretching his taught shoulders and neck he takes inventory of his aching muscles, he supposes he can take a break to spend some time with his puppy. Slumping back in the chair and swinging it to face to door Asa calls you in. “Enter”

Keeping your eyes pinned to the floor until given further permission you enter the room, shuffling over to drop to your knees in front of your owner, waiting for the order. The currently unmasked man drinks in your appearance, oversized jumper falling to sit on your neatly pressed together thighs and the collar he places on you every morning slightly twisted, the tag not where it should be.

“Eyes up pet” he says firmly, snapping his fingers to emphasise the point. Jumping a little at the suddenness you snap your eyes up to meet a fond look on master’s face, you relax a little, letting out a sigh.

Shuffling to prop his chin up with his fist in interest, Asa continues.

“What can I do for you pet?”

Visibly perking up and practically vibrating on the wooden floor you push the paper into Asa’s face, defiantly too close, there’s no way he can actually see it like that. Realising this you settle to put it in his lap and stare back at him hopefully.

“I drew more pictures! I wanted you to see..” you reply a little shy, suddenly realising how loud and excitable you had been, insecurity creeping in. Asa recognises you shrinking in on yourself and tuts. “Can I see, cricket?” He adds softly, prompting you to show him what you’ve been working on, he never wants you to feel ashamed about you’re passions even if you’ve been taught in the past to ‘tone it down’

Asa wants all of you, he accepted that from the moment he hoisted you into the box, to the moments when he firmly settles the collar around your throat every morning.

Soft smile settling onto your face you hand over the paper, not ignoring the way your knuckles brush against your masters during the exchange.

You wait with baited breath as he looks the paper over, you know he would never say anything demeaning about your art but you can’t help feel a little anxiety when letting someone in on something special to you. Todays drawing is a rough sketch of your for a saw trap, it’s grisly and frankly disgusting, you don’t envy anyone that would end up strapped down and desperate on the other end of it. Obviously you have no need for a contraption like that, but it’s only an (admittedly) sick fantasy.

After flicking through the diagrams and reading the notes as best he can (it’s not your fault he can’t read you’re handwriting well 🙄) a strange look crosses his face..it’s almost like you can see the cogs working in his brain. this could either be fantastic or a disaster, Asa isn’t one to do things half assed, it’s always all or nothing.

“Can I use this?” The silence is suddenly broken, his sclera eyes raising to meet your own, not any less eerie than when hidden behind his mask.

A strange feeling begins to pool in your stomach, should you feel exited? Proud that he wants to use your plans? Or disgusted? Sick to your stomach that the plans you never envisioned actually coming to fruition will be used to torture some poor individual? Unsure how to feel or respond you stare back at him, lips slightly parted as if trying to muster something up.

“These are wonderful cricket, they may need a little tinkering to make them functional but regardless this design is…fascinating.” A sickly sweet smile sits on your masters lips as he hands the paper back to you, ruffling your hair and placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

Stunned and with a pit in your stomach you nod dumbly, leaning into the affection and practically purring. The idea that you’ve just essentially sentenced someone to their painful and unethical demise is soul crushing…but also a little thrilling? Has your owner really rubbed off on you this much? It’s not like you don’t know what he does day in and day out but it’s never been this..personal.

Asa slaps his knees (like the old man he is) and rolls back over to the desk, pushing away his current projects and random hardware to make room for your (his) new trap.

“Can you bring me the paper please, doll?. I would like to get started as soon as possible.”

Shaking off the ever building dread you pull yourself up, a little unsteady due to the burning in your thighs from sitting in one position so long. Placing the paper on his desk you stare back at him, waiting for further instruction. you’re not sure when he ended up ingraining that response into your mind but at this point it’s not worth questioning, it’s not hard to see that the pair of you are living in your own little world outside of normal society by now.

“You’re welcome to either sit by me as I work and give input considering it’s you’re design or you may sit on your bed and wait for me to finish”

You glance over at the cushy pet bed across the room from Asa’s desk…a lay down does sound ideal right now, maybe a nap will help clear your head? Or swallow the guilt.

“I’m gonna lay down sir, maybe nap a little, promise I won’t snore and distract you” you tease, giggling and feeling a little better in yourself.

Asa huffs out a chuckle at your joke. “I’ll be sure you don’t little bug.” He says, smiling gently at you. You turn to leave before being stopped in your tracks.

“One more thing, pet”

Cool gloved hands slide around your neck making you shiver at the contact, the small misplaced silver tag is slid back into its original place, proudly stating your name and owner on the front like a brand.

“There we go, much better”

Blushing a little you thank your owner and wonder off to the dog bed, curling up and lazily watching him work from afar.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #writing #asa emory #asa emory x reader #my writing #the collection #slasher fucker #slasher hcs #slasher horror #horror fan #horror

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cdragons · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

I will list my top 10 favorite pairings I've shipped throughout 2023 for funsies. These aren't in any particular order, I just came up with a list from the top of my head. If anyone wants to join in, please do so!

Snowbaird (this ship has me in a fucking CHOKEHOLD)

Me x Robb Stark (King of the North)

Me x Aemond Targaryen (babygirl war crime)

Me x Druig (one look and he got me)

Me x Ethan Landry (6 ft virgin madman in baby blue)

Me x Ikaris (...my fav hetero to hate but love bc Richard Madden)

Me x Jon Snow ( "i dON't wANt It")

Me x Theon Greyjoy (sea bitch)

Me x Rhaenyra Targaryen (dommy mommy)

Me x Jacaerys Velaryon (prettiest boy with the worst posture)

I won't be judged for self-shipping right?

Tagging: @ethereal-athalia, @valeskafics, @arcielee, @asa-do-your-thing, @dreaming-for-an-escape, @faesspace, @marvelescape, @its-actually-minicika, @lady-ashfade, @aphroditesmoon, @mitsuki91, @3vergr3en

PS: Hopefully I will have posted an Aemond x Reader fic by the end of tomorrow, so wish me luck!

#happy new year #ships #self shipping #eternals x reader #got x reader #hotd x reader

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multific · 1 year

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Forever Romance

Asa Emory x Reader

Summary: Who was the strange man leaving gifts for you? Why did he cover his face? And why was he climbing into your home through your window?

You have seen him before, a week ago to be exact. Every Thursday morning, he would come to your house and leave a beautiful display by your door.

The first thing you got with a beautiful butterfly, a peacock butterfly to be exact.

The small insect was beautifully displayed in an environment made just for it. You could tell this was hand-made, you could tell someone spent some time making it. Making it for you. You were very confused and not even the little tag on the front which explained what the butterfly inside was gave any hints.

But you didn't find any hidden cameras inside so, you kept it.

Then, they arrived weekly. Every Thursday morning, as you were ready to go to work, another glass display was in front of your door.

This has been going on for a month. Then, you received a moth, a luna moth. But what was different is that it arrived with a note.

"He reminded me of you." the note said, and it should have set an alarm off in your head, you should have gone to the police, but you didn't.

And you placed the new gif next to the others. You had to install a new shelf just for them.

Then on the fifth week, you saw him. He wore all black, and you couldn't make his face out but you saw him place the next box in front of your door, and just as fast as he came, he left.

And then now, a week later, he was there. But this time, he stayed a little longer. As if he was thinking, he looked at your door, you wondered if he would knock, but he didn't.

All you saw were dark eyes that seemed to shine in the dark.

And then, he left.

Two days after, he came back, you watched as he climbed through the back window. You assumed he didn't know you were home, but you were right there, watching him as he straightened back up and your eyes locked.

"You could have just knocked." you said as you turned back to your book. "My electricity is dead, something with a fuse but they should fix it soon." you explained why you had no lights on, so he assumed you weren't home. "Are you here to take them back? I quite like them though, at least let me keep the Luna Moth. He's my favourite."

Asa just stood there, stunned.

Most people would scream and try for the front door, but not you. You just sat there, reading your book as this menacing man just stood in front of you with a belt filled with things to torture you with. He took a couple steps, going from your kitchen to the living room and he noticed the new shelf, you even installed a light to illuminate the gifts he gave you.

It moved something in him.

To be fair he expected you to throw them away, they were after all a creepy man's gifts. Then he noticed the luna moth was missing. As he looked around the room he noticed it was right by your side on the small table in the corner of the room. So that was your favourite.

"Are you here to kill me?" you suddenly asked and he looked at you. You pointed to the big knife by his side. "Torture me and kill me? I assume you are the guy who had that collection in that old hotel right?"

"I'm not going to kill you." he then suddenly said, surprising even himself a little.

"Okay, then what's the plan? I wanted to order some food and watch a movie, but if you rather leave that is also okay with me."

Should he stay?

"I-I'm not sure." he really didn't plan this long ahead. "Can I stay?"

"Sure, you can show me how you made them? I would like to watch you make one maybe?"

"Okay."

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From that day on, instead of dropping a gift by your door, he would knock and you'd let him inside.

And one day, he would invite you to his house so he can show you his collection.

You honestly had a great time with him. Despite knowing what he had done, you found him rather charming. an interesting man to talk to, he had a very different and creative mind.

And he seemed to enjoy your company.

You often noticed him just looking at you, at first you thought he was creepy but soon, you realized it was more adoration than anything.

Asa Emory, you learned his name and it had to be a sign that he trusted you, after all the two of you have been meeting for two months now, the man knew basically everything about you.

On that same day, he kissed you. It was a very sloppy kiss, making you wonder if he has ever kissed or not.

He was a very interesting man, and you were very attracted to him.

One day, he arrived at your house with a gift.

"I made this for you."

"You really shouldn't have." you opened the box and inside was a beautiful pink and yellow moth. "This is... I have never seen anything like this."

"Dryocampa rubicunda. or more commonly known as the Rosy Maple Moth."

"It really is gorgeous. But the luna moth will forever be my favourite."

"As you wish." he kissed the top of your head before he moved to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

"Thank you!" you yelled after him and you heard him open the fridge while you put your newest addition on the shelf. The shelf was now almost full.

As you took a step back to admire the shelf you stumbled over your sofa and fell with a big thud.

The sound was more than enough to alarm Asa but when you made a painful sound he rushed into the room, only to find you on the floor, holding your right ankle.

"I think I twisted it." you said as you looked up at him. "I'm so clumsy." you wanted to laugh but your ankle really did hurt.

He held your leg as he ran his fingers over the spot that hurt.

"You didn't break it. We need to put ice on it and you'll have to take it easy."

"But I really wanted to make some cupcakes for us." you pouted as he put you on the couch.

"You have to rest, Darling."

"Okay, okay. Can you give me my book please?" he went to your desk and go the book you have been reading for a while now.

"What is this about? "Forever Romance" what a title."

"It's a romance story, obviously. But I like the plot."

"Do you now? And what is it about?"

"It's about a serial killer who falls in love with a woman. It is written is his perspective, how he goes from almost killing her to loving her while he still kills people. She accepts him of course."

Asa quickly turned the book and read the back, you weren't lying. The plot really was as you said.

"And why are you reading this?"

"He reminds me of you, and I want to know what I should and shouldn't do."

So, you wanted to learn because you were afraid of him?

The worry in his eyes showed.

"I just don't want to make you angry or have you do something you do not want to. I do trust that you wouldn't hurt me intentionally, Asa." You said as he finally handed you the book.

"I wanted to you know. That day, I wanted to make a trap for you, and make you a part of my collection." he confessed, but you already knew that, judging by how he entered your house with a belt full of weapons.

"What made you change your mind?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm glad I did."

"I glad as well. I do love you Asa. I really do, even if the world might not agree, my feelings for you are strong."

"I know." he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. He wasn't ready to say it yet, and you were okay with that, he didn't have to say it for you to know and feel it.

"Why did you send me gifts if you wanted to kill me?" you suddenly asked, realizing this detail.

"At first I didn't, I send those to court you. Gifts of my affection. But then I thought that it makes me weak, that you make me weak with these feelings. But I was wrong. And I realized when I looked at you that day." you smiled at him, running your thumb over his hand.

"Okay, go eat, I'll read my book, can you bring me some water please, and the ice?" he nodded before kissing your forehead and he left for the kitchen again.

He gave you the ice and made sure your leg was comfortable before he prepared something to eat.

When bedtime came, he made sure that your ankle was comfortable before joining you.

He pulled you close and you were ready to fall asleep when he spoke up.

"You could have just asked you know, instead of reading that book." he said as he grabbed your hand which was on his chest.

"I know you didn't have the best childhood. I didn't want to sound insensitive or something. But I do want to know you on a deeper level, as long as you are willing to share."

He wanted to share things with you, of course he did. But it was also very hard for him to open up.

"I am willing but not about my father, I can talk to you about my collection."

"Did you start a new one?"

"Yes, and this one will be much better, much refined and detailed, I just need the people for it."

"You could hold an exhibition for me. I'd love to see your work."

"Hmm." he liked the idea, very much, now he wanted to work even harder to show it to you. “I have two dogs.”

“WHAT? Two doggies?! And you never told me?! Asa, you know how much I love animals!” he wanted to laugh as you suddenly jumped up and looked at him. “I want to see them!”

“Two German Shepperd, they help me hunt. They don’t have names.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, I’ll name them. So are they... not nice?”

“To you they will be. They are well trained.” you felt his hand move to your back as he pulled you to lay back down on his chest. “And you can name them, but don’t become too attached in case they die.”

“Too bad, I already am. I love animals.”

“I know, Sweetheart. I’ll take you to meet them tomorrow.”

“So, they are not at your house? Okay, you can bring them here, because my ankle is... still hurts a little.”

He nodded and he started to rub your back, random patterns to get you to sleep.

You were the most important person in his life.

Something he never imagined he would feel and experience was love.

Sure, he loved his collection, but this was very different. The love he felt for his work and for you were two different ends of the spectrum yet somehow, still similar.

He wanted nothing more than to show that to you, that love he felt and make you feel loved.

Since you were the first person to fully accept him as he was.

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months

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Valentine's Day Bingo: High - Jubal Valentine x Reader

Tagging: @malindacath @trublu2u @greenies-green @darqchilddaydreamz @burningpeachpuppy @evee87 @delightfulheroshoeflap @iworldlywriter @penguin876 @justamadgirlinabox @oklahomapeach @yezzyyae @a-noni-love @soultrysworld

References to 2AM

It’s a couple of days after Valentine’s Day and Jubal and you are celebrating in the little Italian restaurant you both love around the corner from your old apartment.

You look beautiful tonight. You’re wearing a black velvet dress that clings to your curves and your hair is pinned up in an elegant style. You remind him of a fifties movie star, alluring, graceful. It’s been a while since the two of you have been out like this and he savours every second of it.

His arm is wrapped around your waist, his lips by your ear when you step outside into the cool air. You’re tucked in close against him, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses. You’ve chosen something different tonight, something darker, more sensual. He can’t wait to get you home, to undress you. It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve spent some quality time together, you’ve been away with the fugitive task force and the JOC has been brutal.

He pauses alongside the car, his hand delving into the pocket in search of the keys when he hears your name being called. Not your full name, but that horrible abbreviated version you hate.

Stefi.

It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up because the only person who has ever called you that was your ex Nestor Vertiz, a man he absolutely loathes.

Jubal can tell you’re startled as you turn towards the sound of your name. Even more so when Vertiz swoops in, grasping you under the elbows and kisses both your cheeks. You stiffen at the gesture, tearing yourself away and Vertiz just looks at you with that stupid grin on his face as if he expects you fall back into his arms. He doesn’t even register Jubal and it takes the ASA a second to understand why.

Blown pupils, talking a mile a minute, that inane smirk that Jubal just wants to wipe off his face.

He’s high.

You see it too, he can tell by the expression on your features.

It’s when he reaches for you again that Jubal steps in. He’s got a few inches on Vertiz, more muscle, he could do some real damage to the other man if he wanted to, and he does want to because the way he treated you back then and the way he looks at you now. It brings out every single protective instinct inside of him.

“Vertiz.” He says, his hand coming to rest on your lower back, thumb tracing soothing circles through your coat. It’s an expression of solidarity, of reassurance. He has no doubt you can hold your own but the point is you don’t have to.

Jubal has had your back from the very beginning, he always will.

“Valentine.” Vertiz returns, his eyes flitting between the two of you before he laughs. “You’re fucking him?”

“Nestor…” You chide.

It’s the tone of your voice that ignites something inside the other man. The powder keg explodes and before Jubal can even react, Vertiz is in your face, jabbing his finger into your chest.

“Were you fucking him back then too?” He spits at you. “You are such a hypocritical bitch…”

“Alright.” Jubal says gruffly, stepping between the two of you. “That’s enough.”

“Fuck you Valentine.” Vertiz snarls, shoving at Jubal. The force of it makes knocks him back a step or two before Vertiz comes at him again. “Fuck you and you whore.”

Jubal doesn’t even realise he’s hit him, not until the other man falls against the car, triggering the car alarm. Pain explodes in his fist and he curses, flexing it. It takes a second for Vertiz to recover and he’s straight back at it, eyes blazing, as he throws himself at Jubal.

It isn’t hard to restrain him, Vertiz is a trained agent and scrappy as hell but the drugs make him sluggish, uncoordinated. When he comes at Jubal again, he’s ready.

It’s over in less than ten seconds, Vertiz’s arm twisted up his back as he ends up pinned face first between Jubal and the car. It’s then that Jubal feels the outline of the holster digging into him, that he realises that Vertiz is both coked up and carrying.

“Stefani.” He says quietly. “I need you to take his gun.”

He sees the moment the reality of the situation dawns on you, how fucked up it could have gotten.

Vertiz is still hissing and snarling as you push back his jacket and unclip the weapon from his belt. You place it in your purse as a siren cuts through the air, blue and red flashing lights colouring the scene. You sigh before removing your FBI identification and stepping forward to meet the two NYPD uniformed officers who are fast approaching.

It’s then and only then that Vertiz begins to understand the implications of his actions, Jubal sees the shift, the moment it hits.

“Don’t do this.” He pleads, twisting his head towards Jubal. “Tell them we had a scuffle about Stefani, don’t let them take me in.”

If Vertiz is arrested, he’ll be forced to submit to a drug test and they both know it’ll come back positive. It’ll be the end of his career.

The thing is Jubal’s an addict himself, he knows this behaviour doesn’t stop here. If he lets this slide the next time Vertiz is booked it could be for something a lot worse than assault and Jubal can’t have that on his conscience.

It’s late by the time the two of you get home, Jubal's hanging up his phone call with Isobel as you step over the threshold and the look on his face tells you everything you need to know. You’re both silent as you undress in the bedroom, each lost in your own thoughts. When you struggle with the zipper of your dress, he helps you, slowly guiding it down as you clasp the fabric to your chest.

“I’m sorry it ended up like this.” He tells you as he steps away and you shake your head.

“You did the right thing.” You say selecting one of his t-shirts out of the dresser before pulling it on over your head. “He could have killed us tonight.”

“That’s what scares me.” Jubal says softly, his large palm cupping your features, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “There are so many ways it could have gone wrong…”

He trails off as he looks into your eyes.

“The thought of losing you terrifies me Stefani.”

“I know.” You tell him, your lips brushing lightly over his pulse point. “The thought of losing you, it terrifies me too.”

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