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@halofcrged said, " you don't have to take this on . "

corbin was a man of few words and even fewer words about where his power truly came from. he wasn't a witch or a demon, halston knew that much. whenever she asked if he was an angel, he'd just scrunch his nose and roll his eyes. she also knew he wasn't a were of any kind despite the whole raven bit.

what she did know was he owned an apothecary several stores over from kerrin's bookstore, aptly named the apothecary. in front were the usual items one could find in an occult store; crystals, decks, books, herbs, blends, and even pre-made spell kits. there was also an extensive list of things one could acquire by request.

halston was shopping through this particular stock in the backroom like she owned the place when the bell above the door chimed. seconds later a gruff voice started asking all sorts of ' hypothetical ' questions about timelines, dimensions, and time travel.

" astral projection is one of the most common ways to travel but your body stays here, " she gently chimed in after a lot of hesitation from the much taller store owner. " but it takes years of practice. "

the conversation moved back to corbin's office with a pot of green tea and a few croissants that had been leftover from breakfast. all the questions felt tinted with desperation. the man's energy was also different than anything else halston had ever felt before; much closer to kerrin's after he'd just walked back over from the other side.

which, had lead her to accidentally blurting out, ' are you trying to get home? '

leaning across the table, the witch's grin stretches wide. fingers slide over the man's much larger hand. gently, halston squeezes while also trying to push a little calming energy through their physical connection.

" but i want to, " her grin turns into a smile. " no one deserves to feel alone or lost. i have no idea how long it'll take or what it will take. some of my friends know about traveling between worlds. getting you to where you need to go has to be a pretty similar concept, i imagine. "

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@pansmaki said: '' aren't you tired ? ''/ not looking for the meme bc i am lazy!!!

Cuts and bruises burned on his body. As strong as Makoto was, he was also reckless. Any amount of self-preservation instincts he had gained were gone. What did he care if he died? Taking hits from others and pushing himself to the absolute limits with his Persona. Her question comes as he starts walking after finishing off a shadow. His breathing is ragged. His steps are unsteady for the first few steps.

He's tired. He's exhausted. But he has to keep going. There is no other way. He knows that eventually, if he keeps it up, he will fix it. He will find the answer to why he was here.

"This... this is nothing to me." He says with a hoarse voice. He had faced death, what was a little exhaustion? What was a little pain? He was only here for a short time, right? At least if he could help it. There was no reason for his temporary teammates to worry about him. He would do his best to keep walls between himself and them. But she seemed too kindhearted. How troublesome.

He wipes the blood from his lip. That shadow had gotten a good hit in before he finished it. Better him be hit than the others. His life didn't mean anything here.

"I can keep going."

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The Case Continues

A/N: Thank you for ALL the love and support on my latest fic!!!! ♥ After not writing for a year it felt weird to write again but y'all have been so sweet, so truly thank you to all of you. I just finished 2 of midterms and there was this guy behind me on one of my tests coughing like crazy so now I am sick. While I should take this opportunity to study for the LSATS now that I am stuck in bed, I just had to continue writing. As long as you all continue reading I am more than happy to continue writing. If you want to be added or taken out of the taglist please DM me :) 

P.S. : I used the stars to break down the sections for myself as I wrote and kept them in, if they are weird or unhelpful let me know so I can get rid of them and as always feedback is always welcomed

Taglist: @happy74827 @princessvader15 @hashcakes @malfoys-demigod @yiiiikesmish

Word Count: 5.5 k

Warnings: sexual harassment, cursing, pet name like sweetheart, mentions of food and eating (any more warnings that I missed please let me know)

There will be a part 3 after this one, still writing it but if you haven’t please check out the Part 1:  The Stress of a Case

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As you finished the last bite of your meal in Rachel’s office, a comfortable silence settled between you and Harvey.  Harvey leaned back in his chair, and a sense of relief seemed to wash over his face, "You did well today, Y/N. We'll get through the Jackson case. I promise. Whatever it takes.”

You offered a small, appreciative smile, acknowledging the sentiment. "Thanks, Harvey. It means a lot."

You stared at the clock and the realization that it was time to head home crept in. Harvey, ever the gentleman, offered you a ride, “Come on, I’ll take you home.” He stood up moving the desk back to how he found it and picked up the trash. 

However, your need for control and familiarity after the recent panic attack made you decline the ride, "Thanks for the offer, Harvey, but I think I'll take my own car tonight."

A small, almost imperceptible frown flashed across Harvey's face, quickly replaced by his usual composed expression. "Alright." was all he could stammer out. 

After parting ways, you walked towards the parking lot, keys in hand. As you drove home alone, a subtle sense of curiosity lingered. What if you had accepted Harvey's offer? What could have unfolded in the confined space of his car, free from the walls of the office? 

The thought nagged at you as you navigated the familiar streets, feeling your head cooling off. Rolling down the window to allow the fresh air to overflow your senses  There was a part of you that wished you knew the answer, a desire to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of your professional relationship with the Harvey Specter.

The next few days went by pretty fast. All days felt the same . It was a routine of restless nights as your mind was clear yet foggy on your night with Harvey. Nervous yet excited on what the following days would bring. You woke up early every day to go to your favorite coffee spot. But every day you spent it at your desk going through Amir related emails and one day you spent the day researching organic cat food for Louis. You haven't even had the chance to really see or talk to Harvey, not that you were keeping track ( 3 times he has spoken to you). 

But about 10 days after the incident, here you were, standing in the elevator, expecting to be another calm day of going through Amir’s associates emails with Rachel.

But when the elevators dinged,  the beautiful face of  Donna Paulsen appeared as the door opened.  She stood there waiting for you and without saying a word she turned on her heel and gestured for you to follow her. And like a loyal puppy you followed Donna through the corridors, her signature click-clacking heels echoing in the hallways as you tried to keep you.

As you walked, Donna’s voice boomed,  efficiently providing a rundown of the latest developments in the Amir Jackson case. Apparently, Amir had signed a contract with his brother-in-law’s firm, and Harvey was currently breaking it down in his office to find any potential weaknesses or loopholes. You were confused but eager to understand your role in all this, so you did your best to keep up with Donna's brisk pace. The details of the case were important, but the question of why Donna was sharing them with you lingered in the back of your mind.

Donna approached Harvey's office, she shot you a sly smile and motioned for you to enter. The door creaked open, revealing Harvey Specter engrossed in his work. Donna whispered, "You wanted to be in the big leagues; well, here you go."

Harvey was seated at his desk, a stack of papers spread out before him. Mike Ross was leaning against the wall, and both turned their attention to you as you entered.

Donna, standing in the doorway, mouthed, "You got this."

It dawned on you—this wasn't just an update on the case. Donna had orchestrated this moment for a reason. You were being given a seat at the table, an opportunity to contribute to a high-stakes strategy session. The realization sent a surge of adrenaline through your veins. Harvey was keeping his word after all. 

 Harvey and Mike acknowledged your presence, you straightened your posture and mentally prepared to engage in the battle of wits that lay ahead.  You are ready to keep up and prove your worth beyond your typing skills. 

Mike walks up to you handing you a file, and you take a seat. Knowing the breakdown you take out your colorful pack of highlighter ready to color coordinate. Purple for potential loopholes, yellow for things to research, blue for important dates and green for  contacts. 

Harvey couldn't help but notice you being meticulously organized. With a smirk, he quipped, "Really, Y/N? Color-coordinated highlighters? Are we in kindergarten?"

You, shot back with a playful smile, "Well, Harvey, some of us appreciate a little order and aesthetic appeal. It's called professionalism."

Harvey raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the quick retort. "Professionalism, huh? I prefer the classic black and white approach. Simple and effective."

You without looking up from your file said, "Well, Harvey, sometimes a splash of color can make things more interesting. Maybe you should try it sometime.” Reaching down to your highlighter bag you pulled one out handing it to him, “Here, I think pink suits you”

He takes it from your hand, not backing down, “You know if your legal skills were as efficient as your highlighting skills we would be done with these files already”

You retorted, “Well, Harvey, if your people skills were as smooth as your hair, we'd have won the case yesterday."

Mike, who had been silently working, looked up with a bewildered expression, unsure of how the banter had suddenly transformed into a flirtatious exchange. He blinked, processing the unexpected turn of events.

Harvey  leaned against the table and raised an eyebrow. "Smooth hair, huh? You're just jealous, Y/N."

"Oh, please," you replied with a smirk, "I've seen smoother hair on a mannequin."

Mike, now thoroughly confused, looked between Harvey and you, trying to decipher when this banter became a new development. 

Before anything can go any further there is a knock at Harvey’s door, it was Rachel. After hearing from Mike about your little fainting incident, she was kind of overbearingly persistent on making sure you were eating and were okay no matter how much you told her you were fine.  Despite your reassurances that the incident of passing out was a one-time occurrence and that you were doing better, Rachel continued to express her care in thoughtful ways.

Today was no exception. Rachel asked to borrow you for a moment. Excusing yourself from your work, you followed Rachel outside the office. She had a warm smile on her face and a bagel in her hand, with your name on it.

"Hey, I know you said you're doing better, but I thought you might need a little pick-me-up," Rachel said, offering you the bagel.

You couldn't help but smile at Rachel's thoughtful gesture. "Thanks, Rachel. You really don't have to keep doing this, but I appreciate it."

Rachel chuckled, "I know I don't have to, but I want to. Consider it my way of making sure you stay fueled and ready to tackle anything."

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While you were outside having that conversation with Rachel, Mike couldn't help but seize the opportunity for a little teasing. Looking at Harvey with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he remarked, "What was that?"

Harvey, ever the master of composure, shot Mike a sharp look. "Shut up and focus, Mike," he retorted, trying to divert attention back to the files.

Mike, undeterred by Harvey's attempt to change the subject, leaned back with a playful grin. "Oh, you're definitely focused on something," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Harvey rolled his eyes, realizing that he might have just opened himself up to a barrage of teasing from Mike. 

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You returned to the office with the bagel in hand, you tucked it away in your bag without giving it much thought. However, Harvey's raised eyebrow didn't go unnoticed. He questioned, "Aren't you going to eat that?"

Unbeknownst to you, the hesitation stemmed from a lingering unease about eating near files, especially in front of Harvey—thanks to the hot Cheeto incident. Harvey, catching on to your reluctance, decided to assertively intervene, "Eat."

You raised an eyebrow, teasing, "Bossy much, Harvey?"

Harvey quickly adds, “Well I am the boss”.

Mike, always quick to jump into the banter, chimed in, "Hey, wait a minute. Rachel didn't get me a bagel."

Harvey, in his usual deadpan manner, responded, "Deal with your relationship drama outside the office”

Mike mumbled to himself though directed at Harvey “you deal with your relationship drama outside the office” as he turned over to the next file. 

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Without hesitation you grabbed another file, opening it  up you saw on one of the clauses of the contract that it said,  “Keep an appropriate reputation”.

You spoke up, “Have we been able to contact his brother in law?”

“Louis is currently on that”, Harvey said nonchalantly.  

“Louis?!?!”, the shock in your voice was not hidden at all as your hand went to cover you mouth,

“See even she is shocked’’, Mike gestured towards you as he closed his file. 

“Mike you are  going to have a deposition with Amir in about an hour and I got to prep you. As much as I'd rather have you do it,” Harvey eyes quickly glance at you before returning to the file in his hand, “I don’t have time to walk you through it, plus Jessica said I have to throw Louis a bone”, Harvey mumbles the last bit. 

You nodded, understanding that you were too green to already start interviewing people without supervision. 

After an hour of underlining and highlighting things they may be able to use against him, Harvey dismissed you and Mike to prepare for meeting Amir. You gave Mike a questioning look as you exited the office.

The door closed and you could have sworn you heard music playing. 

“He has a whole routine when he has a stressful case”, Mike said as he handed Donna a piece of paper to fax. 

“Whoa, you are just going to share Harvey’s secrets like that”, Donna added. 

“She is part of the group now, she deserves, nay she needs to know”, Mike defensively argued

Donna playfully rolled her eyes and all you can do is laugh. 

“Imma go to the conference room and set everything up”, Mike then turned on his heels. 

“Why are you meeting with Amir?”, you couldn't help the question come out of your mouth.

“Jessica and Harvey believe he is trying to get in our heads”, Mike causally stated like this is somehow normal, “anyway see you afterwards”. 

You headed down to the bullpen with a couple of files in hand for you to review. The bullpen was empty, you saw a memo on your desk that Jessica was holding a mock trial for the associates. You believed she was doing this to boost morale. It's been 3 weeks since the Jackson case was first assigned and every day the stress of the case becomes more evident in not only the partners but everyone. 

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All that can be heard was the click-clack of your keyboard as you diligently worked on a memo at your cubicle in. A man walked it, he didn't go unnoticed as he leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his face.

"Working hard or hardly working, sweetheart?" he said with a smug grin.

Startled by his words, you looked up to fully take in this strange man, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. 

"What can I do for you?", you let out an annoyed breath. 

He wasn't unattractive, tall, seemed to be built, his dark hair slicked back and his tan figure was highlighted with a beautifully tailored suit. 

He ignored your attempt to deflect his trashy pickup line  as he leaned in, invading your  personal space. "You know, I am here to see Mike Ross, but I would rather be seeing you. What do you say we grab a drink sometime?"

You noticed a wedding ring on his hand and that added to your discomfort which was palpable, and  you glanced around, searching for a way out of the situation. Amir Jackson was standing right before you in all his dirty lawyer glory. Before you could respond, the familiar sound of a door swinging opening  caught your attention. Harvey Specter stormed into view, his expression colder than the usual glacial demeanor he reserved. 

"Amir, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Harvey's tone was razor-sharp, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation.

Amir straightened up, his confident facade faltering in the face of Harvey's iciness. "Just trying to get to know the beautiful talent that sits before me" he replied, attempting to play it off.

Harvey's jaw clenched, and he stepped forward, his presence dominating the small cubicle. "This is not the time or the place for your personal agenda. We're here to work, not to entertain your attempts at charm.", emphasis on the word attempt. 

Amir chuckled nervously, realizing he had crossed a line. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble, Harvey. Just thought we could all use a break."

Harvey's stare could freeze time itself. "Save your charm for the courtroom, Amir. Now get lost before I decide to make this a legal matter."

Amir hastily retreated, leaving the cubicle, heading upstairs to interview Mike. 

As soon as he was out of earshot, Harvey's gaze softened ever so slightly as he turned to you. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, grateful for Harvey's intervention. "Thanks, Harvey. I didn't know how to get rid of him.” You left a pause before continuing, “Though he was cute”, it was your attempt to lightened the mood

But it seemed that you failed as you could have sworn that Harvey’s eyes darkened. 

“Don't tell me he is your type?” Harvey glares, trying to play it off as a playful intrigue. Though behind those words were sharp undertones of jealousy. 

Was your type arrogant lawyers? Oh god, you thought to yourself. 

“I mean if we are being honest”, you were already regretting the words coming of of your mouth, “I wouldn’t mind drinks with him, if you know he wasn't-”

“A dirty slimeball”, Harvey interrupted.

“I was going to say married but hey your  words not mine”, You shrugged as you smiled, tilting your head up to look at him. 

Like a switch any sign of a normal human being verison of Harvey goes back to a cold exterior Harvey ", Get back to work. We have a case to win."

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the silence. Louis Litt barged into the bullpen, a triumphant expression on his face. "I got it, I got it!" he declared, his voice echoing through the walls.

Harvey shot him a stern look. "What do you mean, Louis?"

Louis beamed, brimming with excitement. "I met with Amir’s brother in law and we have a plan"

"Louis, I don't like that look on your face. Well, actually, I don't like your face, period," Harvey retorted, his patience wearing thin but shot you a mischievous  look as you let out a small laugh. 

Just as Louis was about to unveil his plan, you received a text from Rachel, asking for assistance upstairs. Seizing the opportunity to excuse yourself , you made a quick exit, leaving Harvey to deal with Louis's eager revelation.

As you walked away, you overheard Louis saying, "Can I just tell you my plan?"

You missed Harvey's response that carried a tone of indifference, "Louis, I am a lawyer, not your babysitter. You don't need to run your ideas by me. Just do whatever it takes to win."

"Whatever it takes," Louis echoed, his enthusiasm undeterred as he practically skipped out of the room, eager to set his plan in motion. 

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The next day, as you were on your way to the copy room, Louis Litt beckoned you into his office. The air in the room felt different, an unusual tension hanging in the air. Louis, with a somewhat secretive smile, asked for your help with a deposition. He believed you were the perfect candidate to handle the client interview. He said he will be there to supervise it all. 

Despite the lingering suspicion about Louis's true intentions, you were eager to prove your skills and showcase your capabilities. With determination in your eyes, you took the file full of questions that Louis prepped for you into the conference room, ready to face the challenge. As you were coming round the conference room, Louis excused himself to the bathroom saying he was going to be right back and to start without him.

As you entered the room and set up the camera, you were met with the unexpected sight of Amir Jackson—the person you would be interviewing. Suppressing the internal alarm bells, you maintained a professional demeanor and focused on the task at hand.

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson. My name is Y/N, and I'll be conducting the deposition today. Please make yourself comfortable," you greeted, doing your best to project confidence.

Amir acknowledged you with a nod, “Oh trust me. I remember you.  I can't forget a face like that sweetheart”.

 You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this deposition than met the eye. As you pressed record on the camera, a pit forming in your stomach as you felt that you were part of a bigger scheme that Louis had formed. But you continued on. 

The questions came to an end and Louis was nowhere in sight. You think you did a good job but you really hoped you would have some help guiding you. You were reaching over to turn off the camera when Amir made his way around the table, invading your personal space as he placed his hand on your thigh.  You felt disgusting, but you gritted your teeth and tried to remove his hand. His grip just got tighter. 

“Mister Jackson, you are married and I am not interested so please let go”, you remained calm. 

"This isn't the first time I've given in to another woman's temptation," Amir whispered, his hand slowly making its way up higher. . The situation escalated, and you attempted to stand up, desperate to distance yourself from his unwarranted advances.

Just as the discomfort reached its peak, Louis Litt stepped into the room, 

 "We got you now, Amir," Louis declared, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Louis revealed  that the entire encounter had been captured on camera, since the little red button was still going and Louis left his dictaphone as well. There was enough proof of the man Amir really was

The revelation startled Amir, who looked like he was ready to erupt in anger at being caught.

But a last Amir stammered trying to get his words together. 

“I think you should make some calls”, Louis said, his smile not faltering. 

Amir, now furious, stormed off, leaving you alone in the aftermath of the orchestrated confrontation. 

Anger boiled within you. You were mad at Amir, you wished you had the strength to have slapped him or yelled at him but you froze, your mind was whirling running 100 mph before you can truly comprehend what was going on. Now that it was over you were a teapot full of steam. Ready to blow. The more you thought about it, the more your frustration became directed at  Louis. 

His dramatic reveal. His smirk. This was the plan all along and you were just his puppet. He knew this was going to happen, he wanted this to happen. 

"Why the hell did you put me in that situation?" you snapped, the intensity of your emotions evident.

Louis, unfazed, responded, "It was Harvey's idea. We had to win the case, and trust me this”, he gestured to you and the empty door, “ sealed the deal”

Your anger shifted, now directed at Harvey Specter, the architect of this manipulative plan. The lines between professional strategy and personal boundaries blurred, they have been blurring. But this, this felt like the lines were being drawn all over again, You took a deep breathe as you were left grappling with the aftermath of an uncomfortable encounter.

You stormed  out of the conference room.You were shaken and in desperate need of someone to confide in. As you walked down the hallway your bubbling emotions made every step a struggle. In your mind, the need to talk this out with Rachel outweighed any confrontation you might have had with Harvey.

Focused on reaching Rachel's office, you were determined to leave the unsettling incident behind. However, Mike Ross, perceptive as ever, intercepted your path, concern shown across his face.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened back there?" Mike inquired, his voice laced with genuine worry.

The overwhelming emotions made it difficult for you to articulate your feelings. When Mike reached out to grab your hand, hoping to offer some comfort, a reflexive flinch escaped you. The subtle gesture spoke volumes about the impact of the encounter.

"Don't ask like you don't know," you managed to utter, your tone heavy with frustration and disappointment.

Mike was left dumbfounded, his attempts to provide support met with an unexpected defensive response. As you stopped in your tracks, you turned to face him, meeting the bewilderment in his eyes.

"I was Louis’s bait but if this was Harvey's idea, lord knows you were right there beside him. Batman and freaking Robin," you added, the accusation hanging in the air.

Mike's expression shifted to curiosity as he raced down the hall to Harvey’s office, needing an explanation. What the hell did you do now Harvey, Mike thought to himself. 

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You sought refuge in Rachel's office. Rachel offered a comforting presence. You recounted the events, finding solace in Rachel's understanding.

"I can't believe he used you like that. I'm so angry on your behalf," Rachel said, her support unwavering.

As Rachel provided a comforting presence for you, on the other side of the office, Mike Ross stormed into Harvey's office, his frustration evident. Ready to give Harvey a piece of his mind for giving Louis the idea to use you as bait, Mike's accusatory words were poised on the tip of his tongue.

But Harvey, surprised by the accusation, defended himself. "What are you talking about, Mike? I didn't allow Louis to do anything."

Before Mike could continue, Harvey's tone softened. "How is she, Mike? Is she okay?"

Mike hesitated, admitting, "She's shaken up, Harvey."

Without sparing another second, Harvey stood up, determination etched on his face. "I need to find her."

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The atmosphere in Rachel's office was heavy as you sat there, still visibly shaken from the encounter with Amir Jackson. You found comfort in spinning your bracelet around your wrist.

Rachel, ever the empathetic friend, suggested a visit to the bakery you both loved, a subtle attempt to bring a touch of sweetness to the somber moment. As she left to fetch the cookies, you stayed seated at her desk chair, staring out of the window. 

Harvey stepped in to check on you. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken tension as you looked up, frustration written  across your face. You turned back to the window refusing to look at him. 

You couldn't hold back the surge of emotions that spilled out. "Fuck you"

You were always so poised, always so put together, Harvey couldnt and wouldnt lie that hearing your curse did something to him. But he scratched that out of his mind, returning to the matter at hand. 

Still taken aback by the force of your words,  he raised his hands defensively. "I had nothing to do with what Louis did. I wouldn't put you in that position."

But you weren't convinced. "Your motto is 'do whatever it takes to win,' right? I was just a pawn in your grand scheme of things. Last week, after the panic attack, I thought we were okay. I thought we were on good terms, but now I don't know what to believe."

Harvey's expression hardened as he tried to find the right words to reassure you. "You weren't a pawn, Y/N. I didn't know about Louis's plan, and I would never intentionally put you in a situation like that."

You scoffed, frustration and hurt evident in your voice. "Your actions speak louder than words, Harvey. I'm tired of being caught in the crossfire of your 'win at all costs' mentality.” 

Harvey, his usual composed demeanor faltering, tried to find the right words to reassure you. The weight of your accusations, was challenging the fragile trust that had started to rebuild between both of you. 

You continued to stare out of the window, refusing to meet Harvey's gaze. He could feel the tension escalating, and he knew he had to address the storm of emotions swirling within you.

"Look at me," Harvey said firmly, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere.

You clenched your jaw, still refusing to comply. Unfazed, Harvey moved closer and he bent down  a little so he would be eye level with you and with a gentle touch, guided your head to face him. His touch ignited the fuel of your emotions, whether it be rage or something else entirely. There was a fire burning within you. 

"I don't like to repeat myself," Harvey stated, his eyes locking onto yours.

You met his gaze, still angry, a tempest of emotions brewing within you. He could see the fire in your eyes and sensed the need for an outlet. "Yell at me," he urged, guiding you to stand up.

You were now facing Harvey, an arm's length between both of you. You took this oppurtunity, you took a deep breath as you let it all out. 

"You are insufferably arrogant and stubborn. You're like a shark in a corporate sea, ruthless and cold-hearted. You wield your charisma like a weapon, and everyone else is just a pawn in your game. You  bend the rules until they are ALMOST at a breaking point", you go off on a mini rant. 

Harvey, with a measured tone, responded, "I don't disagree. The fact that I haven't interrupted you should tell you I take pride in who I am. But one thing you didn’t say and one thing I would never do is hurt the people I care about. Maybe I would occasionally push Mike in front of a slow-moving car, but that's as far as I'd go." 

You stifle a small laugh, trying not to give Harvey any satisfaction. But you nodded at him showing that you believed him.

His hand rested on your shoulder as his eyes looked at you with concern. "How are you?" he emphasized.

You shrugged, voicing your discomfort. "I feel kinda disgusting right now."

Harvey's jaw tightened as anger flared in his eyes. "I'm gonna kill Louis," he declared, ready to retaliate.

As he turned to leave you grabbed his arm. "Don't hurt him," you pleaded, your voice holding a mix of anger and compassion. Despite the hurt you felt, you couldn't bear the thought of Louis facing physical harm.

Harvey paused, looking down at your hand on his arm. "I can't promise that I won't give him a piece of my mind, but I won't hurt him physically."

You nodded, acknowledging the compromise.

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The celebratory feeling filled the air in Jessica's office as Harvey stormed in, anger etched across his face. Louis and Jessica stood there, clinking glasses in celebration of what they believed was a triumph in the Amir Jackson case.

"Join us, Harvey! Louis found a way for us to win this case. It's finally over" Jessica exclaimed, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within Harvey.

Harvey's eyes narrowed as he observed Louis making himself small under the intensity of his gaze. Unable to contain his fury any longer, Harvey erupted, "Louis, you pretentious fucker! How dare you do that to her?"

Jessica, puzzled, looked between Harvey and Louis. "Harvey, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

Ignoring Jessica's inquiry, Harvey continued his tirade, directing his fury solely at Louis. "You used Y/N. You put her in a bad situation with Amir. That's a new low, even for you."

Jessica's confusion shifted to anger as she slammed her glass down. "What?"

Louis, feeling the heat of Harvey's wrath, defended himself, "You said to do whatever it takes to win."

" One, you know how I feel about cheating. And two, you know what yeah this is my fault. For half a second there, I thought you would be a lawyer, not try to pimp out my associate," Harvey placing particular emphasis on the word "my."

“Here's the deal," Louis began to explain his plan. "Amir's brother-in-law allowed him to join his firm under one condition: he behaves and doesn't cheat on his sister. Now, Amir signed his contract promising to behave because Amir’s brother in law has a list of evidence that could easily get him disbarred, but his brother-in-law promised not to expose him as long as he kept his promise."

Louis sighed as he continued, "Y/n was the bait, Harvey. She is one of the more attractive associates that Amir couldn't resist. So I  let the pawns fall where they should fall and we got it all on camera. Amir's brother in law is going to the association to get him disbarred as we speak. "

Jessica chimed in, "Louis, why couldn’t you let it so Y/N in on the plan.”

Louis nodded, ‘’ I didn't think it would be a big deal”

The room collectively groaned. 

"The only reason you don't have a broken nose right now is because she asked me not to hurt you...physically," Harvey declared, his rage simmering beneath the surface.

Jessica, ever the professional, butted in, “Harvey the case with Amir is over now, let me handle Louis” giving Louis a dirty glare before opening the door to her office moving Harvey out the door, “Tell everyone to go home for the night”. 

Harvey followed suit, leaving Louis to face the wrath of Jessica. As he closed the door he could hear Jesscia yell, “What were you thinking”

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Harvey's footsteps echoed through the hallway as he made his way to Rachel's office, seeking you out. Upon entering, he found you surrounded by Mike and Rachel, laughing at something as Mike shoved his face with cookies. The look on your face seemed lighter, you appeared more at ease.

Harvey addressed everyone in the room, "Alright, pack it up. Time to go home."

As he spoke, ​​his eyes lingered on you, and he added pointedly, "Especially you. Y/N.  No arguments this time, I am taking you home."

Your colleagues exchanged knowing glances, and Rachel and Mike gathered their things to leave. Harvey's directive made it clear that there was no room for negotiation this time; he was taking you home.

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The plush interior of Harvey's car surrounded you, and you couldn't help but feel a bit out of place in the luxurious vehicle. Harvey, however, seemed at ease as he turned to you and casually asked, "Put your location in the GPS."

You entered your apartment complex as the destination. The ride continued in relative quiet,

You were now three blocks away from your apartment complex, when Harvey abruptly took a sharp left. Confused, you turned to him with a puzzled expression, questioning his unexpected turn.

"Harvey, where the hell are you going?" you asked.

He glanced at you, a twinkle  in his eyes, and replied, "We both deserve to have some fun tonight."

You saw him pulling up to a bar, one that seemed too classy for you. You were too undressed for this. The doubt clouded your mind. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you couldn't help but ask, "A bar, Harvey, really?"

He looked over at you, the corner of his lips quirked up. "What do you say?" He was parked but hadn't turned off the engine, giving you an out.

You looked over at him and he had that stupid, handsome smug smirk on his.

Not wanting the "what ifs" to take over, you met his gaze and said, "I'm in."

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VISHIE

I ....am so honored that you are so kind to me? And that we know each other? And that we have met and that we chat? I feel very grateful for your existence!!!!!!

Pictured: me vibing in your kitchen when I've teleported there while you make us tea

(Also: thank you for the reminder!! I am being gentle with myself and slowly replying to things :') I'll probably get to the rest of my messages within a week or so? Depending on when I next find the energy / time to get online!! Again: you're so kind to me!!)

[hoperevive]

@halofcrged sent, [GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

the apothecary was closed to the public while corbin was off taking care of something super secretive. since halston had no musical obligations for the next week until her next scheduled show, she was taking care of the counter for those few select clients who'd be let in regardless of whether the door was locked or not. that meant it was the perfect time to go through all the older books to see if she could find anything that would help with her idea on fae portals.

a tome written in the unseelie language was hidden in corbin's personal collection. since she'd been given permission to use whatever was in the store, the witch didn't think twice before pulling it off the shelf and setting it at the table generally used for tarot readings.

the book opened with an audible pop as something in the energy shifted. every finger tingled at the tip, crawling up her arm like an army of ants. rather than try to shake it off, though, halston tried to ride the wave of energy.

maybe she should've waited for kerrin. or, maybe she should've had corbin unlock the contents. darkness swallowed her whole and she was a five year old sitting in the middle of a ring of mushrooms again.

helloooOOooOoooo little one.....

a hiss that still haunted her nightmares was accompanied by a pair of yellow eyes in the fog. there'd bee a smile and the shine of sharp teeth beneath the moonlight. when it jumped, though, it was a hooded figure that pushed her back onto the hardwood floor of a bar she frequented. the voice was mumbled, deep, and had her heart racing. in the depths of her dream, though, she could hear the repetition of the words found in the last letter. those same yellow eyes peered out from beneath the black cotton hood, holding her down.

and halston screamed.

she jerked awake with enough force to make her stumble out of her chair. the book, candle holders, incense bowl, and several crystals all went flying when the witch accidentally grabbed onto the altar cloth to try and stop the fall she didn't even realize was happening.

if it weren't for large, warm hands engulfing both her cheeks, she probably would've started screaming.

" i'm okay, " halston whispers with a grip on both john's wrists that clearly said otherwise. her eyes flutter closed so she can try to calm her breathing. without thinking about it, her head tilts to the side as if trying to absorb more of his touch. " i'm okay. i don't know what happened. i wasn't expecting a magical lock on the stupid book, " the witch chuckle sounded as hollow as she felt just then. " but, that also tells me there could really be something in there. just need to figure out what that is. "

[hoperevive]

@halofcrged said, ❝  no,  if you’re upset that’s what matters right now.  talk to me.  ❞

halston wanted to keep this professional for a plethora of reasons. number one being that, all things considered, john would be going home to another place. possibly even a different time. his heart wasn't here and trying to tie it here would be the ultimate in selfish things. on top of those reasons, there was also the fact that she had no doubt that all he saw her as was a means to an end; a generous person helping with an odd situation.

nothing more.

it never occurred to her to speak to the big, hulking, military man about her current problems. if the police couldn't do much more than keep records and she, the witch, couldn't make any shut up spells stick, what was anyone else going to do? then again, she figured it was because there was either a loophole, too many emotions, or generally being too close to the situation to make the magic effective. step two was going to be turning to corbin for help.

until she'd found a note in her purse after a show.

they were supposed to meet for coffee in order to connect for updates on john's current situation. she, corbin, and kerrin had all been neck deep in old grimoirs across a number of different practices in order to try and come up with a solution. so far, the only thing they could collectively agree on, was the magic of the fae portals had to be utilized. if they could take one and redirect the destination? maybe that could get john home.

unfortunately, when halston tried to say just that, she'd broken down in tears.

" it's not a big deal, " the witch finally pulls the crumpled letter from her back pocket and slides it into john's much larger hand. " i'm handling it. " badly, but he didn't need to know that. " sometimes, when you're in the performing arts, people get a little too attached. "

[hoperevive]

@animafcrged said, " i know this thing's got you all twisted up , but try to forgive yourself . "

halston had been in the city long enough to know what to and not to do in order to keep herself safe. walking down the street in the middle of the night because she had a sweet tooth was certainly in the column of things not to do. confidence pushed her forward, though. she had magic, she thought to herself. anything or anyone that got in her way could be pushed away with a simple thought. easy peasy, right?

not right.

" i'm just kicking myself because i know better. " both hands were shaking as she tried to reach out. skin to skin contact would help her breathe, if only she had the strength to calm down long enough to get it. even though she'd gotten back home about an hour prior, her heart hadn't stopped hammering. it was also still stuck at the bottom of her stomach.

" and, it's not like i don't have ice cream bars in the freezer. i figured, " halston shakes her head. " i figured i could protect myself or walk fast enough to and from the store. stupid. " she stopped trying to reach out for victor's hand and, instead, started thumping her own forehead.

" but, that gun got shoved in my face and i just panicked. everything i've ever learned about magical and mundane self defense just poof, " both hands mimic the cloud of an explosion. several tears surprised her by rolling down her cheeks.

saying the words had all the memories come rushing back. not only the mask but the yelling and that first shot into the ceiling just to scare everyone. a sob choked out, bringing both hands up to her face. " i'm sorry, " halston forced out when she calmed enough to string the words together. " it's so late. i shouldn't have called you but the first thing i wanted when i got home was to hear your voice. "

[hoperevive]

@animafcrged said, ❝  i’m happier when you’re here.  ❞

life in new york was busy. halston felt like there was also some kind of hustle to chase in order to stay floating. she was more comfortable now than she had been when she first moved to the big city but, still, there was an anxiety that flowed through her veins whenever she had downtime.

on this particular day, though, someone was keeping that sensation at bay. ever since she'd met victor not working and spending time with him made her feel like she was still getting things accomplished. especially, since he'd been able to open a whole new world for her.

a whole new world of information fell right in her lap. souls. not only did he manage to confirm they were real but victor was teaching all sorts of things about how to incorporate them into her magical practice. well, in theory, anyway. practice was proving more difficult for her to grasp on to.

kerrin had always been hesitant to confirm souls or anything else about what was on the other side of the veil. she'd seen him revive plants; had even taught her how to do it. larger living creatures, though? was a subject he always evaded. even when she saw the ' spirits ' release themselves from his skin and talk right to her face, he wouldn't explain what exactly what was going on.

the black sundress hanging off her shoulders floats briefly when she spins on her heel. a smile halston felt from the bottom of her heart stretches across her lips. without thinking about it, she reaches out, lets their fingers tangle together, and gives a gentle squeeze.

" what a coincidence, " the smile grows. " i've been a lot happier when you're here, too. "

at first, it was just the excitement of someone being willing to teach her something new. slowly, over time, though, halston found she was simply excited to be with him, as he was, and not what he offered. victor could tell her there was never going to be another lesson and she wouldn't care as long as she still got to spend time with him.

" so, what's on the menu today? "

[hoperevive]

@factsfcrged said, " where have i been ? uh .. long story . "

" oh, " halston finds herself smiling only because she's not sure what other emotion to convey. everything about this and them was still so new that she had no idea how to define it. hell, she couldn't even tell if they were still just friends or not. all she could say for certain was how much her blood jumped when spencer around, how she could fall asleep to the sound of his voice, and how she was inspired to write constantly whenever they spent time together.

" the question just kinda popped out. your job. i get it. " a finger presses to her lips as if to shush herself or silence the space around her.

but, then, her hand moves again. this time so her chin can rest in the palm of her hand. blue eyes fix firmly on the man sitting across the table and a smile slowly stretches across painted lips.

" it's been pretty quiet here. well, " her head tilts from side to side. " as quiet as new york can be, i guess. oh! my show got extended another year and i sold the rights to not one but two songs. "

the smile waned a little when she thought of her former drummer, olivia. another friend took her spot after, well, the events that led to meeting spencer the very first time. whether or not the arrangement was temporary needed to be worked out. not details she needed to bore spencer with, though.

" did you get to see anything fun, at least? "

[hoperevive]

@factsfcrged said, "Ouch, that looks like it hurts."

over. was it over?

even as the large hand reached out to touch the side of her face, the adrenaline is still pumping through her system. running. so much running. did she need to start again? the thought perked her up and her gaze swiveled around all the flashing lights. white and black cars had the street blocked off right outside the venue she'd been playing at earlier in the evening.

" um, " teeth scrape at her lower bottom lip. fingers squeeze in tight fists at her sizes as if trying to will the wild thumping in her chest to stop long enough so she could breathe. a secondary pulse was on her right cheek, right about where knuckles had collided. the singer's lips part to say just that it wasn't a big deal at all when all her muscles froze up. a voice tickled the back of her neck.

just tell me where she is....

" ollie! " halston's head swiveled again as if just remembering about the danger her drummer, olivia, had been in.

little did any of them realize she'd been getting threatening letters at every one of their events. someone was leaving declarations of love in the bin that held all of the drumsticks for her kit. some had been placed in her dressing room. when the cops first started questioning her, halston learned there'd even been one in her mailbox at her apartment.

uncharacteristic rage had filled her, then. why hadn't olivia said anything? they could've gone to the police or figured out some way to set the drummer's mind at ease.

" is olivia okay? you have to find him. " frantic desperate words push her forward, nearly falling off the gurney she'd been sitting on. but, then, the drummer's voice wafts over the din of everything else. she was battered and bruised, just like halston, but they'd both managed to get away.

when halston's fingers squeezed again they weren't met with her palm. her head snaps down to find she'd grabbed on to the stranger's arms like he was a lifeline. yet, even while staring at her hands, willing them to let go, the singer found that she couldn't.

" i'm sorry, " she practically whispered towards his arms. " i'm just...i...he's gone, right? you caught him? "

[hoperevive]

daryl @twdfcrged said, ❝  you need to rest,  you don’t have to do it all today.  ❞

everything was so surreal. a pile of laundry, smelling fresh as the sky after the rain, was piled on her couch. her couch. looking up, blue eyes scanned over a hardwood table with a notebook she'd actually been writing songs in with real pens. at night, she was allowed a hot shower with soap and a loofa. at night, she'd been able to put her head on a god damn pillow under a blanket that wasn't nearly warm enough but the other body laying next to her helped with that.

out there, in the woods and the torn world, halston had been so convinced she was going to die. half the time, she'd even convinced herself that her life in new york had been nothing but a dream. or, a nightmare, depending on how one chose to look at it.

a tear rolls down her cheek. then another. sniffling, the musician wipes at her cheek with the rolled up material on her forearm before quickly finishing the fold on the shirt she'd been holding.

in front of her, the door quietly clicks shut after daryl walked through. another tear rolls down her cheek.

" hey, " halston sniffs again. as quickly as she looked up, she looked back down to hide the crying. another shirt was folded and set to the side, then a pair of socks. she had her hands on a jacket when daryl's voice hit her ears, making her entire body freeze.

" i'm fine, " a hand automatically goes to her abdomen and then drops. the last thing she needed, or even had time for, was a conversation on why she'd had the impulse to do it. no one knew yet. just the doctor. with the world as scary as it was, halston felt like everything could change in an instant. so, why give everyone that kind of hope only for it to break their hearts?

" if i leave it here, the wrinkles will be harder to get out. don't think anyone really cares about wrinkles anymore but....i just wanted to get it done before i went to help take water to all the guards. "

[hoperevive]

negan @twdfcrged said, ❝  well,  i do feel a little better now that you’re here.  ❞

halston had never been a fighter. the closest thing that could be considered fighting, for her, were the words she used to write for songs. so, so many of them came from the various pains people had inflicted upon her over her life. other bits were unresolved issues from her childhood. overall, though, the word was her weapon.

when she'd first met kerrin, he'd told her that was just as good as any blade or gun. that she could use those words to give people hope just as much as tear them down.

on more than one occasion, she'd begged him to teach her how to throw a punch. how to protect herself. as she lifted a leg over negan's lap to sit on his thighs, facing him, halston finally let go of the anger that had risen from kerrin's refusal. the former boxer had reminded her, repeatedly, to go for the brain when defending from a walker but wouldn't teach her a proper right hook.

leaning in, she kisses the tip of the older man's nose. pulling back a fraction, bright blue eyes start taking inventory of every inch of his face as if to make sure everything is as it should be. no bruises. no cuts. no scrapes. several long seconds go by. only when her lungs start to burn does halston realize she's been holding her breath.

" i'm glad you're okay, " both arms slide around his neck to pull him in close. lip press tight together to keep from saying the rest; that she worries about him when he's gone. is that too weak? too gentle? in this new world, it felt like that was a trait frowned upon now so, she tried to hide it as much as she could. that was part of the reason she wanted kerrin to teach her how to throw punches.

when she pulls back, a hand gently cups negan's face. " how'd it go? "

[hoperevive]

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