#ch adrian

[lunasimz]

Promo Part III 1. Theodore and Christina 2. Adrian and Augusta

[guroseinsei]

all the stottlemeyer/monk fics i've written:

*more under the cut.

i. an old watch with no parts to fix it (2,4k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Whump, Angst, Pre-Slash, Realization of Feelings.

Summary: No one likes to start their day off on a odd number.

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ii. no miracle can bring the 'stache back (563)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Established Relationship, Slash, Kissing, Teasing, post-s07e09.

Summary: Turns out, Monk doesn't want the Captain's 'stache gone as much as he'd initially thought.

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iii. just a little wordplay (1,7k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Established Relationship, Slash, Caught in the Act, Innuendo, post-s07e10.

Summary: A twist to Mr. Monk and the Other Brother.

“And bring your handcuffs.”

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iv. a friendly word of advice (2,6k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: protective leland stottlemeyer, semi-estbalished relationship, post-s08e14, hurt/comfort.

Summary: Captain Stottlemeyer hears of a little rumor, one he doesn't like one bit.

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v. hydrogen (6,4k)

Rating: Mature

Tags: Telepathy, Angst, Pre-Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Realization of Feelings, Panic Attack.

Summary: In which Monk is a telepath and gets more than he bargained for.

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vi. Room 103 (1,3k)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Mistaken for Being In A Relationship, Pre-Slash.

Summary: A suite upgrade then, for your partner and yourself?"

Partner? Leland thinks.

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vii. an itch to scratch (3,6k)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: A/B/O dynamics, Porn with (little) Plot, Overstimulation, Praise Kink, Strength Kink.

Summary: Leland's always been a giver.

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viii. the day erased (1,5k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Light Angst, Pining, Pre-Slash, Comfort.

Summary: It's a late work day and Monk decides to keep the Captain company.

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ix. a knee jerk reaction (2,2k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Jealous Leland Stottlemeyer, Post-Season 8, No Spoilers for Season 8, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Mutual Pining, Resolved Romantic Tension.

Summary: Leland doesn't overreact. He really doesn't.

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x. 20:20 vision (3,4k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Shooting Range, Pre-Canon, Pre-Slash, Pining Leland Stottlemeyer.

Summary: They all watch, mesmerized, as all of Monk's shots hit every single moving target with perfectly centered 10's.

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xi. hello, detective. (1,9k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Pining, Living Together, Pre-Slash, Flirting, Jealous Leland Stottlemeyer, Oblvious Adrian Monk.

Summary: If you don't make the move, someone else always will.

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xii. quite the endorphin (2,4k)

Rating: Mature

Tags: Touch-Starved Leland Stottlemeyer, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Pining, Pre-Slash, Post-Divorce.

Summary: Letting off some steam is the perfect way to get a little less wound up after a not so great day.

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xiii. happy shedding season (2,7k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Catboy AU, Inspired by Fanart, Fluff, Humor, Fur Brushing, Cat Ears, Established Relationship, Obsessive Cleaning, Cat Tails.

Summary: Monk's having a tough time keeping everything pristine clean.

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xiv. how to make a chicken pot pie (1,4k)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Established Relationship, Cooking, Domestic Bliss, Living Together, Kissing.

Summary: It's chicken pot pie Tuesday. Leland gets a little distracted.

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xv. wake-up call (2,8k)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Crush at First Sight, Pre-Slash, Neighbors AU.

Summary: Who in their right mind vacuums everyday at four in the damn morning? No one, that's who.

Leland's new neighbour seems to be an exception to that.

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xvi. right angles (2,5k)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Outsider POV, Married Leland Stottlemeyer/Adrian Monk, Established Relationship, Slash.

Summary: Harry doesn't mind Mr. Monk. He's a model neighbour - he minds his business, keeps to himself and occasionally lends a helping hand. But he wishes the guy would stop arranging the lawn chairs.

Or, at least, that's what his fiancée wants. Which means he does too.

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xvii. fingertips reaching (2,7k)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Praise Kink, Touch-Starved Leland Stottlemeyer, PWP, Service Top Leland Stottlemeyer, Overstimulation.

Summary: Adrian's reactions are what really gets Leland going.

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xviii. bitter taste (1,2k)

Rating: T

Tags: Angst, Jealousy, Possibly Unrequited Love, Pre-Slash.

Summary: Coddle envy for too long and it will begin to curdle.

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ix. in september (277w)

Rating: Gen

Tags: Domestic, Living Together, Double Drabble, Mr. Monk Is Drunk Again.

Summary: “Let's get you home.” Leland says.

“Oh, mine or yours?”

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xx. the grass may be greener (2,7k)

Rating: T

Tags: Episode Studies, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Slash.

Summary: “How're you... How're you feeling?” Adrian asks.

The pit in Leland's stomach has yet to stop gnawing hungrily inside of him, threatening escape.

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Rating: G

xxi. frozen peas (2,1k)

Tags: Protective Leland Stottlemeyer, Minor Injuries, Pre-Slash

Summary: “What the fuck happened?”

Natalie winces at the same time Adrian's cheek gives a particularly angry throb. It must look ghastly if Leland's reaction from a scale of one to ten is already ranging around nine.

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xxii. whiskey neat (1,4k)

Rating: T

Tags: Heartbreak, Self-Reflection, Drunken Confessions, Pre-Slash.

Summary: Leland drinks a glass of beer too many.

Or, T.K never said yes.

[thousand-winters]

It's very interesting how while in Labyrinth Runners the scouts genuinely think that Belos is worried for Hunter and would be relieved to have him back, Graye already knows that Hunter is afraid of him AND that Belos probably doesn't care that much for his well being, considering how he has no qualms in kicking him down and pretty much stepping on him (which you probably wouldn't want to do if you assumed the emperor will have your head for hurting his nephew), and he's the one who makes the Belos illusion to frighten Hunter and take advantage of that distraction.

It's unclear how much the Coven Heads knew about that relationship, but at the very least we know that Darius very much didn't know and Graye apparently does. Seems like Graye was VERY observant.

It's not just that but it almost seems like him and his scouts might have been at Hexside possibly since classes started? Enough time to have observed the students a little, because they know to use Willow to try and deceive Gus, and a bit of a baseline of how they act around each other. What caught my attention there was that the Willow illusion specifically calls him "Augustus" in that scene, which Graye wouldn't have a way to know since everybody calls him Gus now. Perhaps he dug on the student files to find out more about Gus before trying to hunt him down personally? He did have a particular investment in him because of the Looking Glass Graveyard.

All of this to say... from what we got to see of Graye in the show, it doesn't really seem like he's a particularly powerful Illusionist, at least not at the same level of expertise that the other Coven Heads have with their respective tracks.

BUT this makes me think that it was not raw power what got him his rank, it might have been him simply being clever. The kind of person who gets obsessed with the small details and as such knows how to use the information he gets from that and from snooping around to threaten or intimidate people with his illusions.

Once he's a Coven Head, he has scouts at his command, and it seems like he delegates a LOT of his work to them, which probably makes it way easier to just dedicate himself to observe and see what's useful so he can bribe and threaten people.

[wounds-seen-and-unseen]

Memorio Occultae, In Nubio Occultas- Intro post.

My first OC work!

Premise:

Dr. Adrian Everheart would himself say that he is one of the luckiest people in the world. A fulfilling career at a young age, a name that commands respect, a loving mother. What more, he would ask with a smile, would a man want?

Nothing more. And yet, as time goes by, all the happiness in his life seems to be slipping away, lost in the ghosts of the past.

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Characters:

Dr. Adrian Everheart: A budding neuropsychiatrist, specialised in geriatric psychiatry. 27 years of age.

Ms. Alazne Everheart: Adrian’s beloved mother, a writer. 60 years of age.

Dr. James Sinclair: Adrian’s mentor. 53 years of age.

Dr. Marissa Greengrass: An esteemed older colleague of James and Adrian. 68 years of age. Credit to @dreamer-in-sleep for this lady’s name!

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Trigger Warnings:

Please pay attention to this list.

Mentions and depictions of dementia.

Confused/disoriented character

Heavy emotional distress (character breaking down/panicking)

Loss of memories/identity

Please do not interact with this fic if such topics are your squick.

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Taglist: @dreamer-in-sleep

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[daniigh0ul]

domestic bliss? more like domestic miss! am i right, fellas? A-YOOOO (crowd boos me off stage)

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(Marco trying to steal pizza) (overlapping chatter) - ANGIE: How was work? JOHN: Good. How was Pancakes? ANGIE: Busy. - VANCE: If you make a joke about me being an ugly stray, I will kick you. (Adrian laughing) - John and Angie looking at each other like they're about to make another baby. - JOHN: What's been going on with you? Ladies? Job? ADRIAN: I'm coaching kids in the spring, but- JOHN: But, what? ADRIAN: I got fired from Martinis. Boss caught me with her daughter. In the bathroom. On the clock. (John swearing in Spanish.) JOHN: What is wrong with you? This is your third job in six months. You think your rent is just gonna pay itself? No more fuck ups! ADRIAN: It'll be fine! I'll get a job! I even applied to some today! And Mom gave me some money for rent so- JOHN: She WHAT? - (John continues yelling at Adrian) - ANGIE (sighs): John. It was just a little bit of cash. I am not going to let my son miss rent because of a mistake. JOHN: Babe! He has to learn from his mistakes! You keep bailing him out and he doesn't learn! He's a grown man, so let him act like one! ANGIE: Mm. John storms off. VANCE (whispering): God, they're so embarrassing. TATI (whispering): I know. Do you think we can make a break for it? - TATI: Um, by the way, everyone, I got a job today. VANCE: Way to go, now you can buy me stuff! ANGIE: Where at? (Adrian pouting) - TATI: You know that bookstore/drink place? Tomes and Teas? They hired me, and the owner is pretty chill! It's only part time so... ANGIE: Aw, that's so great, mija. - JOHN: That's amazing, kid! Maybe put in a word for your foolish brother, though. TATI: Thanks, Dad. TATI (whispering): Sorry, Adrian. (Adrian pouting, still.)

[rosaliehale]

Francia Raisa as Adrian Lee in The Secret Life of the American Teenager

[maddstermind]

Find the Word!

Thank you for the tag @anthros-vanitas-archive!

word - Chapter Two of Auberon Book Three

     He found it hard to have an opinion on Genesis. Sutton spoke highly of them — too highly, he thought sometimes — but had only met them once when they were a child. He wanted to take their word, believe in their belief, but he fell short. Savior or not, they were a King, a monarch. He could only hope they were better than King Drasil and his court.

seek - Chapter Three of Cursebearer

     That should be the end of things, but life is rarely ever that simple. Please keep these warnings in mind as you travel: The magic can only be given by asking. Be wary of giving it to those who ask for it. Many of those who ask don't know what it is, but seek to abuse it. Those who know the truth will never ask. Use your intuition. Do not give it to anyone you don't trust.      The night grows late and my body grows weak. I wish you and your family the best of luck. I am so sorry to have done this.      Aulus Abbandonato.

find - Chapter Two of Auberon Book Three

     He ran, breathless, up a flight of stairs he'd been avoiding, bowstring half-pulled. At the top of the stairs, over the first balcony he could find, he searched for Sutton — and found them, locked in combat with a silver-armored knight in a shielded helmet. He took aim and fired, his arrow scratching the helmet's mask.       The knight looked up, spotting him on the balcony. He glared back, knocking another arrow and pulling back the bowstring as he prepared to shoot again.       Sutton looked up at him over their shoulder, a bit injured, but grinning. Adrián's heart swelled and he fired, but the knight deflected it with their sword.

surprise - Chapter Ten of Auberon Book Three

     Albina and Sutton were not originally from Heulwen Point, as Sutton themself had mentioned, but from a hamlet closer to the mountain called Lleduhu. There was no cursebreaker guild in Lleduhu, and when Sutton's surprise manifestation proved to be Inkathexo, Albina left her magic-fearing husband behind, and sought greener pastures with her son. 

mostly my boy adrián lmao, but we got some sogbog in there.

I shall tag @sentfromwolves, @stridingwriter, @trixies-show, and anyone else who wants to come in!

Your words are: belief, life, combat, sought.

[levithestripper]

god they just don't make men like this anymore

[blaineshq]

who are your top three biggest crushes at mckinley?

I think I'm going to plead the fifth on this one. Sebastian, Sam and Adrián. And I could go on, anon.

@smythehq @sammyevanshq @acdhq

[6thofapril1917]

🚫😊🤩 for maggie for oc asks ^_^

i knew i could count on you adrian. mwah

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

Maggie definitely drinks, and pretty regularly. She's Polish, their drinking culture is absolutely killer. She smokes occasionally, but not often. Usually it's only when she's at the end of her rope.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

Hard question! Honestly, I think that Maggie just wants peace, and to be able to live without fear for her or anyone else's life. Yeah, it's cliché, but she's seen way too much death working at Thorpe-Abbots.

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

Generally, Maggie's a planner, but she's also definitely not opposed to shenanigans. She contains multitudes etc etc

[harmofud]

I just updated this fanfiction for the first time in months, and I’m really happy with how it’s turned out! This is an attempt to novelize the first game and all it’s side-games as well, including Blue Shift, Opposing Force, and Decay. If that seems like something you’d be interested in, please feel free to give this a check-see. This is the first time I’m posting this on tumblr, so I’ll probably only post Chapter 1 and then Chapter 4. I can also post the fic on tumblr if anyone would prefer that.

[lunasimz]

Royals spend time at Duke Pedro’s château. 1. Philip and Elizabeth 2. Adrian and Christina

[guroseinsei]

time for a stottlemeyer/monk relationship study fic. nothing can stop me. not even myself.

[thousand-winters]

"His frown gets deeper and he stops walking abruptly, looking around him with a critical eye, to the same houses he passes every day and the same ratty sign of a bookstore that hasn’t opened ever since the Day of Unity; this makes absolutely no sense, he’s been walking for long enough to be well on his way down the middle of the road to his house and then some, he’s sure. Was he really that lost in his thoughts?

He takes a hasty turn on the corner of the next street, as he always does, ready to welcome the sight of the vines that decorate the outside wall of one of the houses and that he uses as one of the small marks that he’s going the right way and he stops on his tracks.

A closed bookstore. A sign that has seen better days. He has to move. Now."

 Dadrius week, day 3: Coven Heads

Hosted by @sergeantsporks

[wounds-seen-and-unseen]

Memorio Occultae In Nubio Occultas- 1: The First Cloud

All right, here we begin!

Please refer to this post for the requisite context-building for this fic.

Trigger warnings: Discussions of dementia, character breaking down, character nearly panicking, implied self-blame.

Chapter under the cut.

Tag list: @dreamer-in-sleep and @i-eat-worlds @themorguepoet @abstractmarshmallow

Please DM/ask/comment if you want to be added to/removed from my tag list.

“Adrian! Breakfast is ready, dearheart.” Alazne loves this everyday routine, little moments that have hardly changed over the years.

Familiar footsteps patter in the short corridor between their bedrooms and the kitchen. “Just a minute, mama.” He comes into view, curls already defying the combed order they were set in, slinging his stethoscope casually around his throat as he walks.

She sits as he does, his hand automatically reaching for the steaming cup of Boost. One of his little quirks, that he never grew out of the malt based drinks of childhood. “Mmm. Perfect as usual, mama.” She laughs. “Never going to grow up, are you?” He grins back. “You like me the way I am.” “Touché.”

He sobers up then, looking seriously at her. “We have another ophthalmologist appointment today evening. I’ll pick you up, we should be careful with your vision being what it is.” She rolls her eyes. “And there we go, Dr. Everheart is here. You worry too much.” “Mama, there is no harm in being careful. I’ve seen patients suffer quite a bit because they were careless.” He sighs. “I should meet Miss Elaine today, Dr. Sinclair said that her mother is deteriorating…” “and I am not your patient, Dr. Everheart. You’ll have to settle for being my son. You are not taking away my independence just because some patient of yours is struggling. I will not stand for it.”

He is silent for a moment, before he nods. “You’re right. Forgive me, mama. I tend to be rather overprotective because of what I see often at work.” “I know, kiddo. I’ll meet you at the hospital, after your work. We’ll go together for the appointment. Sounds good?” “Yeah.” He looks at his watch. “And that’s my cue, mama, see you later!” He rises and sprints out, waving at her. She smiles with a shake of her head. Her protective little boy.

“Dr. Everheart will see you now, ma’am.” Elaine rises, barely holding back a sigh. Delegated to yet another doctor, are we? I’ll have to start from the beginning, all over again.

She is pleasantly surprised when she walks inside the doctor’s office. A dusky young man rises with a smile as she enters. “Hello, miss Elaine. I imagine that you’d be quite frustrated by this frequent switching, but rest assured, I’ll be handling your mother’s case for the foreseeable future. I hope you don’t mind that I familiarised myself with your mother’s history.” She stares at him for a moment, having expected quite the colder welcome. “Familiarised how?” is all she manages to ask, at a loss how to respond.

Dr. Everheart is happy to answer. “I am Dr. Sinclair’s student. I went over his rendition of her history, although, if you wish to say it in your own words again, I will defer to that.” He shoots her a crinkle-eyed grin. “I supposed you would not want to go through the whole process again, though.” The spark of mischief in his eyes makes her grin, too. “You supposed right, Dr. Everheart.”

“Alright. I’m glad I did, then.” He pauses. “I’ll go through what I feel is the crux of your difficulties caring for Ms. Ariadne, okay? Please feel free to correct me if you wish.” She nods. “Okay. I think that, a major issue you might be facing is that she may be frustrated and, for the lack of a better word, acting out at what is a genuine attempt to take care of her. You might feel overwhelmed and may lose your temper as well.”

This time, when he looks at her, his voice is lower, softer. “Let me start out by saying something very simple. You are not a bad daughter for losing control sometimes. All we can do is try. We make mistakes, and that’s alright.”

Elaine is startled herself by the tears that rise at his gentle affirmation. He puts a hand on her shoulder for a long moment, then quietly steps aside, handing her tissues one after another. When she is sniffling out the last of her tears, managing to mumble out her thanks, he, gentle still, stops her halting attempts. “This is what I am here for. My job is to not only take care of your mother’s needs, but also to provide support to you. I will look for more concrete support options if you wish, but until we find one, my door is open for you.”

“…You’re quite different from the doctors I usually meet, Dr. Everheart.” He laughs. “Believe me, I have been told that a few times.” “With good reason.” “Thank you. Do you need a minute, or shall we go on?” “No, I am already taking up a lot of your time, do go on.” “That’s alright. That is, as I said, what I am here for. Moving on. When you interact with someone who has dementia, you both look at things differently, naturally. We all have our perspectives, obviously. The problem is that for those of us who do not have dementia, it is difficult to grasp their difficulties. They may not be able to verbalise it well.” “Yes, mom struggles with speaking, a lot.” “Which is understandable. That is why, as her doctor, I tried going closer to the source.” “I am afraid I do not understand your meaning, doctor.” Closer to the source? Mom can barely speak, and he’s never met her.

“I read books that people with dementia have written about the disease. If you wish, I can send you those books. If it is too close for comfort, that’s fine as well. I have taken some notes from whatever I have read till now, I’ll share those with you instead, and you can ask me whatever doubts you have.”

She knows she is staring at him again. “You sure do your homework, doctor.” “I try,” he answers simply. “Do you want the books, though, or my notes?” She swallows. “Your notes, if that’s alright, doctor.” “Sure.” In a minute, he quickly AirDrops a handwritten note.

As she reads the short bullet points, there is a knock on the door.

“Yes?” asks Dr. Everheart. “You’re needed slightly urgently, sir. There seems to be a lost and confused patient who came alone for an appointment.” He rises immediately, the door half-opened before he realises she is still in the office. “Oh.” He breathes. “I’ll come along for a bit of the way, doctor, if you don’t mind? I have a few questions.” He nods. “That’s fine,” he says, “if you don’t mind my distraction.” “Not at all.” He nods once more. “Alright.”

He sets off at a fast walk, turning to the staff member who had come. “Details about the patient?” he asks. The lady takes a moment to think.

Elaine takes the moment to speak. “Would you meet mom once? I want to discuss some interventions with her present.” He’s nodding before she finishes her sentence. “I wanted to meet”-

The other lady interrupts him. “Probably early sixties, slightly confused, but otherwise oriented. She has an unusual name. Something like Alayne.” “Alayne? Did she tell you why she’s alone? We specify that all patients should have someone with them.” “Oh, she said her son would meet her here, but she’s forgotten his cell number.” The doctor frowns. “He is probably her emergency contact, you could try her phone.” “She’s left it at home. Oh! Her name is not Alayne. It’s Alazne.”

His eyes blowing wide, barely whispering a hoarse “no…” Dr. Adrian Everheart takes off at a run. Elaine, confused, turns to the lady next to her. “Is the woman his patient?” The other woman shakes her head. “Not that I know of.”

Concerned for the young man who has shown her genuine concern for the first time in what felt like years, she follows quietly.

He’s not hard to follow, although she, too, has to run. People automatically make a way for him, the young man who seems like he is barely able to breathe.

As he skids his way to the emergency front desk, she can clearly hear a woman’s voice. “No, he wouldn’t do that on purpose. Addy is probably just busy, he’ll come. I’m fine, just a little out of place. Please don’t call him, my son is quite the worrier on a good day. I can wait.” So she has a concerned son. Why would he let her come alone though?

Dr. Everheart abruptly stops at the desk, nearly falling. “Oh, sir, it’s not that urgent of an emergency.” He shakes his head, his breaths hardly more than gasps. “Where’s mama?” he asks breathlessly.

Oh. Oh, Lord. Elaine ducks back quietly, but she can clearly hear the receptionist ask “Dr. Everheart? Mama?”

“Addy! Here you are! Oh, you’ve got him all worried, see?” the lady exclaims, chiding the staff. “I told you, Addy wouldn’t just leave me alone.” Her son runs to her, hugging her tight, and Elaine cannot look away.

“Oh, Addy. It’s alright, dearheart, I’m fine. Don’t worry, I’m just a bit forgetful these days. There, kiddo, it’s alright.” He says nothing for a moment, but she can see his face. In that moment, all she can think is that if utter devastation had an accurate representation, it would be the look on the young doctor’s face.

“Here I am,” he echoes, voice husky. “Of course you are. How was your day?” Still holding his mother in an embrace, his chin on her head, her son’s throat clicks in a harsh swallow, lashes rapidly blinking away the sheen in his eyes.

“Good,” he says softly. “My day was good. Shall we go to your appointment? I think we need to talk to Dr. Sinclair.” “I defer to your experience here, dearheart. You know what to do.” “I am sorry, mama, I should have taken better care of you, been in control of this situation, I’m sorry I didn’t do that.” His voice echoes in her mind, gentle and soft, as opposed to husky and contrite. You are not a bad daughter, for losing control sometimes.

And Elaine can look no more.

[hollebalg]

Swear to god they're gonna end up doing a reveal for the Coven Heads where after the DoU it's their (surprise!) families that they love very much running up to them all worried and terrified, crying and hugging.

they're gonna be like "surprise! Adrian Graye Vernworth has a partner and children!" And I'd just go into catatonic shock