#murder wife x murder husband crossover

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close enough, welcome back will graham

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Masterlist

[Edit: MASTERLIST IN THIS POST!! New stories always appear at the top of their category. I know, it's messy, will rearrange it someday.]

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The Black Phone (2022) Albert Shaw / The Grabber: Stories: *~* The Chance to make a Change (Grabber x Reader) When you end up in front of the Grabber’s house, you decide to take matters into your own hands and stop Albert Shaw from kidnapping and murdering these innocent boys like he does in the movie. You have good intentions. But will you succeed? (Rating Explicit, Lots of warnings and tags such as odler man/younger woman, age difference, size difference, rape/noncon, violence, dead dove: do not eat, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, daddy kink, major character death, etc) *~* The Gift (Grabber x Reader) Your curiosity got the better of you (Mature, though not overtly explicit, kidnapping, older man/younger woman). *~* A Gift for his Gift - Albert Shaw / The Grabber x Reader Insert [ WARNINGS ] (Explicit, Dub/noncon elements/can be seen as a continuation of 'the gift'). Drabble: *~* A warm spring day in the garden with your family (implied kidnapping) * ~* You're kidnapped and have insomnia (Smut), Explicit, Non-con warning. *~* You're kidnapped and have amnesia [ Part 1 ], Mature. [ Part 2 ] *~* You're his new neighbor and meet him when Samson enters your garden. Sweet, light drabble, bit of flirting, Rating: Teen. *~* The Grabber returns for you after you escaped him. Modern AU. Mature. Imagine: *~* Albert Shaw x (Teacher afab) Reader - Search Party

Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker

Drabbles:

The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men.

Moon Knight (Series 2022) Arthur Harrow: Fics: *~* Harrowing Love - Rating Explicit. Asylum Patient Harrow has to make a child with reader so Ammit's powers can escape. Excuse for loads of smut. Starts darkish with noncon, quickly transcends into consensual, fluff and romance. Strangers to Lovers. *~* HIS - Dr. Harrow x (F) Reader - Rating Mature. (You suffer from Amnesia and have forgotten that Doctor Harrow is actually your husband. Or have you? Dark twist. Warnings: Amnesia, Allusions to Smut, Mature themes, dub-con,betrayal, Jake Lockley x Reader mentioned.) * ~~ Prompt Fill: Cleopatra and the Cult Leader (Rating Teen: Arthur Harrow x Reader (You dress up for a party like Cleopatra. Arthur Harrow’s there, and he’s intrigued.) *~* Prompt Fill: Arhur Harrow x Reader | Lockley's Brilliant Plan (They thought a little student like you wouldn’t raise suspicion. They were wrong. Explicit, Smut, dubcon/noncon/reader is a spy for Lockley). Imagines: *~* Arthur Harrow x Amnesic Reader waking up (Rating T, Sweet tale ) *~* Imagine Prompt: Arthur Harrow visits his mother (Rating: T? Reader insert, mentioning of relationship, pregnancy, and other fam related things). *~* I'm the only one (Harrow x another fem. Harrow x Reader (unrequited?) Arthur Harrow wants something from you that he usually gets from another follower. You had claimed you would do anything to save his life, but you would not do that. *~* Happy Valentine's Day (Reader receives a rose. General rating, gender neutral reader) Includes edited image. *~* Imagine prompt: Arthur Harrow x Reader | Kaiserschmarrn (You visit Austria with your parents, M? Not explicit, but with a dark twist) *~*Imagine Prompt: Arthur Harrow x Reader (Reader resurrects Ammit scenario) Drabbles: *~* Arthur Harrow x Driver! Reader : Driver confesses she is in love with him. Rating: Teen, sweet drabble. *~* Arthur Harrow x Reader & Daughter: Seashells on the beach: Rating:General, Family/Fluff/Sweet Drabble *~* Arthur Harrow X Assassin Reader : Lentil Soup : Dark but decent version, Rating: Teen. *~* Arthur Harrow x Amnesic (Fem) Reader (His Wife) Sweet version *~* Arthur Harrow visits his mother (Reader insert) HeadCanons: *~*HC: Arthur Harrow & His Mom Headcannon. *~* Arthur Harrow giving Reader Pet Names

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Enola Holmes(2020): *~*Pine Cone Child : Enola/Sherlock Holmes, Enola/Linthorn (Mature, Read Warnings on AO3, currently on hold ) Pine Cone Child is a mature rated fanfic, mostly about Enola and her brother Sherlock pretending to be a married couple (his suggestion) to save Enola’s reputation and raise her child together. With angst, mature themes (check the warnings and the tags) light-hearted banter and lots of misunderstandings.

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Joker (2019) Arthur Fleck/Joker: Stories: *~*The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] (Arthur Fleck x Reader : You are Sophie’s hired babysitter, taking care of Gigi the best you can, when suddenly one day, Sophie’s neighbour is standing in the apartment. Explicit! Dark Themes. See all Warnings on AO3!) *~*The Princess and the Clown - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → You are a princess at a charity and Arthur is a clown. When you say something kind to him, he becomes obsessed with you. [ Modern Day AU. Mature. *~* No Family Man [ Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2]  On AO3 - Finished. Summary: You met Arthur when you were just in high school, but by the time you got into university, you knew you’d fallen for him. But then, when your parents moved, you lost him. Little did you know he would return for you. And to give you that baby you once said you wanted. Warnings: Dubcon, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome? Daddy Kink, Older man x younger woman. 

Ficlets: ~*~ Savior Fill: I Need You (Reader Rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor later on). A second fill, different to the one below this. ~ * ~ Savior Fill: I can handle myself (Reader rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor by rescuing the reader later on). Warnings: (Mature for safety due to themes) Violence, (attempted) sexual assault, Crude Language, Clown beating, Blood, Murder. Drabbles:

Pregnant with Arthur's baby, there are complications (Angst)

You Meet Arthur in London years after leaving him without a word

Arthur sees Reader interact with their child

At the Movies- Reader goes to watch Joker again in Cinema and encounters him.

Arthur touching Himself on the phone - While speaking to reader, based on gif. (NSFW)

Arthur finds out that you are pregnant with his child

Continuation of Arthur finding reader is pregnant

Arthur with a chubbier/curvy S/O who is really soft

Reader makes Arthur cum in his pants and he calls them mommy

Prompt Fills: *~* NSFW ALPHABET for Arthur & Joker - Mature audiences only. Christmas Visit - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → { THIS FIC SOMEHOW IS LOST?? } Imagines: *~* Reader's Gary's friend and Arthur's Blind Date Imagine HeadCanons: *~* Arthur/Joker Love Language *~* Arthur/Joker at seeing their s/o injured in hospital *~* Arthur/Joker Pleasure with Younger Reader *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons with a younger reader *~*Arthur/Joker Headcanons for Kissing *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons for when S/O has been kidnapped *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons on Flirting. *~* Arthur asking Reader’s parents if he can marry you *~* Turn ons and offs for Arthur/Joker *~* HC about how Arthur and Joker would like to receive and express affection  *~* Jealousy HC for Arthur & Joker *~* Arthur/Joker x Reader, Age Difference. How it Affects Readers View of him, baby talk  (= First chapter of No Family Man) *~*On the Mental Instability of Arthur Fleck: Could you live happily ever after with him? [ An essay on a serious note] Prompt idea: *~*Prompt idea: reader is a student visiting Arkham Asylum  *~*Prompt idea: With 3 pictures *~*Prompt idea: Father went to get cigarettes

Once Upon A Time: Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin Ficlet: ~ *~ Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin x Reader (18+ Age difference, Older Man/Younger Woman, Dub-con, loss of virginity, jealousy, boinking your best friend’s dad.)

Peter Pan/Hook & Related Fandoms: Captain James Hook (Any version unless specified): Headcanons: ~*~ Captain Hook's reaction to a S/O being really affectionate and having anxiety?

House of a 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects / 3 From Hell Drabble/Ficlet:

~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader "Migraine", Warnings: 18+, Menstruation/Period Kink, Dub-con, Reader has migraine, smut. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader "Third Time's a Charm", Warnings 18+, breeding kink/pregnancy/murder etc., Can be read as a continuation of the drabble below this one: How reader is rescued, eventually, by the police. But not before having kids with Otis. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au, WARNINGS: 18+ due to themes. Otis and Baby take you to the hospital. You hope to find a means to escape your captors, but you discover something more. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au. WARNINGS: 18+/Noncon/Murder etc. You met him online in a game, and now you regret it.

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Crimson Peak (2015) Headcanons: Headcanons for Alan with a sister

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Game Of Thrones (TV): Arya x Jaqen Imagine/Short story A Girl Named Arya

Doctor Who (TV) 12 Doctor x Clara Oswin Oswald Pride and Prejudice Prompt Fill (discontinued)

[toomuchracket]

Omg Omg omg mads I need more on Ross’s wife and dword girlie omg new character unlocked 🔒

it's just reader from the dad!ross universe! there's crossover between a couple of my ross asks and the flatmate etc universe anyway (flatmate reader setting ross up with her best friend/maid of honour lol), and lowkey i think birthday party and shy gf would work in the same universe together too. but matty is bitchless in the ross x girlband gf au because it's funny lol. but yeah! idk. i like the little crossovers, i think they're fun. but i was raised by taylor so you KNOW i like an easter egg lmfao.

anyway, back to d word girly and mrs mac! given that you started at dh just as bfiafl was in its final production stages, it didn't take long for the two of you to meet, when she came into the office for meetings about tour and stage design (because that's her job!) - she said something like "oh thank god, we need more girls around here to keep these shits in check", smacked her husband and matty on the back of the head simultaneously, and gave you the biggest hug ever. icon! and then when you started hanging out with everyone outside of work, you got to know her more, and you met baby eilidh, who took a liking to you, which as you can imagine matty was both thrilled about and emotionally damaged by lol. actually, speaking of, i think matty did his fair share of pining over you to ross and his wife and eilidh, all three of whom (well, eilidh just kinda nodded as babies do) encouraged him to ask you out because "it's clear she's got a soft spot for you too, mate" lmao; mrs mac, however, stared him down and said "if you ever hurt that angel of a girl, though, healy, i'll actually murder you myself. she's a sweetheart. don't fuck it up", and ross was like "damn babe ok. but she's right, mate". but the macdonalds are very happy when you and matty get together - they love him, and love seeing him happy, and you make him that way, so they grow to love you too. i think matty worries a little at first that you'll be freaked out by the fact his bffs, the people you hang out with a lot, are married with a kid, but you love spending time with them and playing with bestie eilidh; it's all good, all love, and you KNOW she's so hype when lyla is born three years after her. yeah, it's a cute friendship <3

[mysteryideasgroup]

My New MSA X VP ocs sonas Case 8

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For @laurasanchez36

Crossovers of AUs Alternate Universes belongs to me

AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers belongs to me

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The Mystery Saviours (Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs Paranormal Investigators) belongs to my new msa x vp ocs sonas Teams/Groups/Gangs

Mystery Skulls Animated belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YouTube YT Series

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[nocapesdahling]

Cousin Helmut

Helmut Zemo x F! Reader

My Masterlist

Summary: Helmut Zemo is an Addams, and his family couldn’t be more proud of him.

Rating: T 

Warnings/Tags: Crossover; Mostly Gen.; Canon-typical Addams Family elements, such as casual discussions of murder; I pictured and characterized the Addams Family as they were in the 90′s movies, but feel free to picture them however you’d like.

A/N: This idea came to me out of nowhere and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so here we are. I love the Addams Family movies so much and this was a lot of fun to write. Hope you enjoy this, and have a very happy Halloween!

Word Count: 762

“Cousin Helmut is in the news again.” Wednesday Addams stabbed her breakfast as she watched her father read the newspaper, reading the front page as he read the inside. He had skipped to the obituaries without glancing at the rest, like he did every morning. He’d share any particularly good ones with the rest of the family. 

“He is? I knew it was only a matter of time. What a delightful fellow. What has he done this time? Rejoined a kill squad? Another bombing? More messing with the Avengers? That was a stroke of genius.” Gomez’s voice was gleeful.

“He broke out of prison and now they’ve caught him again. They’re putting him in The Raft.” Wednesday hadn’t seen Cousin Helmut in years, but she wondered if he had gotten any better at Wake the Dead. It seemed that he’d improved at Homicide.

“The Raft? How wonderful. An Addams has never been put there before. Imprisoned once before and now The Raft. What a milestone.” Morticia let a small smile curve her lips as she thought of Helmut. He had always been such a good boy, so clever and bloodthirsty. A good Addams. 

“It also says that those Flag Smashers were going to The Raft too, but they were blown up. With no suspects!” Uncle Fester sounded excited. Explosions always got his attention.

“Ah, must be Helmut’s doing. He has such talent.” Gomez missed sword fighting with his nephew. He was a much better opponent than old Tully had been. 

“I wonder when he’ll break out next. Do you think we can ask him to come visit? I want him to teach me how to kill a super soldier.” Wednesday’s voice was filled with anticipation. She had never killed a super soldier before and now she wanted nothing more. 

“I don’t know, dear. But knowing Helmut, it won’t be too long. Then again, maybe he’ll enjoy it. Your Uncle had such an unhappy time in prison that he only escaped when he got bored.” Morticia hadn’t had the pleasure of being incarcerated herself, but paused to imagine what fun the other inmates must be. She continued, “Dear Helmut. His mother must be so proud of him. What a good man he turned out to be. A fine example of an Addams. We haven’t had someone so prolific in years.”

They all went quiet, thinking about Cousin Helmut and his accomplishments. They were something any Addams would be proud of. When they next saw him, they’d have to dance a Mamushka. He deserved it. 

In the silence, they heard the doorbell ring and Lurch answer it, “You rang?”

The Addams Family heard a voice, your voice, from where they were sitting. “Yes, I would like to speak to Mr and Mrs. Addams please. I need their help to break my husband out of prison.”

Morticia glided toward the door, Gomez and the rest of the family on her heels. She laid eyes on you and contemplated your appearance for a moment. It was apparent that you were not a born Frump or Addams by the open smile on your face. 

“Who are you, étrangère? And who is your husband? ”

“Oh Tish, that’s French.” Gomez stepped closer and began kissing up her arm.

“I’m Helmut Zemo’s wife, and I want him back. Will you help me?” You held your head high and maintained eye contact, just like Helmut told you to do when faced with his aunt.

Morticia curled her lips into the beginnings of a smile and reevaluated you. If Helmut had seen fit to marry you, then he had for a reason and you were now family, blood or not. “Yes, we will help you. It’s been some time since we staged a prison break. Hasn’t it, mon cher?”

Gomez paused his kisses, “A prison break, cara mia? It has been too long.”

“Please come in.” Morticia gestured inside and you took your first steps into the Addams Family Manor. 

“Lovely graveyard by the way. I look forward to being buried in it.” Your voice sounded cheerful.

You walked further into the house, pausing to stroke the snout of the bear rug, while Morticia and Gomez lingered behind.

“She’s normal, cara mia.”

“That may be. But she’s an Addams now. She’s family, mon cher. And she married Helmut, so how normal can she be?”

“You’re right, Tish. A prison break! You spoil me, querida.”

“Mon sauvage…”

The two kissed in the doorway, before following after their guest. It looked like they’d be seeing Helmut again much sooner than they’d thought. How delightful.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

A/N: Would anyone be interested in a prequel, which would have the backstory of how the reader and Zemo met and fell in love? If you are, then please let me know and it may be something I’ll work on posting in the future. 

I have an ongoing series and oneshots for Helmut Zemo on My Masterlist if you’d like to check them out.

I’m tagging some people, who seemed interested in Zemo as an Addams, who were kind enough to listen to me talk about my ideas for this fic, and who requested to be tagged. Thanks everyone! I hope it’s alright that I’m tagging you: @clints-lucky-arrow ; @creme-bruhlee ; @lafemmedezemo ; @lindir ; @bruehl ; @andsheloved ; @marvelmusing

[officialjuniperdefender]

Mentally already working on a Goncharov x TSIAF crossover, I MEAN??

Russian-italian 1970ies obscure spy movie X victorian early-1900 murder found family drama with bisexual wife, blorbo husband, murder boyfriend and wife on wife girlfriending??? Dramatic sybolism? Sharp objects????

The ice pick paralells Viktors Letter opener, Katya and Sofia are basically just Juniper and Winifred, Edward is Goncharov, Andrei is Viktor. They even have that thing where people can't spell their names right (Andrei/Andrey and Viktor/Victor)

And the "The Sky Is Always Falling" fandom is so small despite it being such a good (and actually existing) piece of media and the vibe is so similar to Goncharov just... Victorian.

[writingdayandnight]

Coincidences- Aaron Hotchner Imagine

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader; SVU crossover (kinda) 

Word Count: 1.3k

WARNINGS: Basic mentions of death, murder, the likes. Nothing graphic!

A/N: This is just something I’ve been thinking about recently, much like Hotch and his dreamy eyes. It’s a crossover with SVU in theory, but honestly you don’t need to watch the show to read. Let me know if I should make a part two or not!! I love your feedback 💗

You had been working with the BAU team for over a year now. Even within that short period of time, you had grown to love them like family. They reminded you of the slightly-more functional version of the team you left behind in New York. 

When you left New York, you made a promise to your friends and family that you would make an effort to take better care of your mental health. Now that’s a little challenging when you’re catching serial killers on a daily basis. Although, these cases tended to have a more satisfying conclusion than the ones you worked on with Special Victims Unit. Neither were ideal, of course. 

Garcia had just announced that there was a case, summoning you all to the conference room. You straggled behind the rest of the group, finishing up an email that needed to be sent. You weren’t the only one falling behind the pack, though. 

You had noticed that Hotch was in no particular rush to get to the conference room. He looked spaced out, as if his mind was in another place. Aaron Hotchner was no easy man to read, so for you to pick up on his behavior, he must really be distracted. 

“After you,” you said, meeting Hotch at the door. He gave you a simply nod and take his seat. 

Garcia dispersed the case files and presented what information was available. Three women from Eugene, Oregon had been killed in their homes, while their significant others had been on business trips. 

“That can’t be a coincidence,” Morgan remarked. 

“There’s no such thing as coincidences. Wheels up in 30,” Hotch sternly spoke, rising from his chair and leaving the room in a hurry. 

You looked at Rossi for an explanation. While you prided yourself on being able to communicate openly with your boss, nobody could read Hotch like Rossi.

“It’s been five years since Haley passed.”

“Oh, I didn’t know.”

“Well, he’s not one to share. Take it easy on him this week. No heroics,” Rossi lectured, wagging his finger at you, as had been known to take a few risks. 

“I can’t believe you’re saying this to me when Derek is right outside.” 

The plane ride to Eugene was pretty typical. Although, you found your eyes fixed on Hotch. You couldn’t help but to sympathize with his pain. It was never easy to lose a loved one, let alone your significant other. 

As the case progressed, you recognized the unsub’s patterns and habits. He was a predatory stalker; you just needed to lure him out. Rossi proposed that Prentiss and Morgan play husband and wife for a day or two, just to see if he would attempt to break in. 

Reid stayed behind, narrowing down the suspect list, while you, Hotch, Rossi, and JJ staked out the place. You had been partnered with Hotch, which was a relatively common occurrence. There was chemistry between the two of you, a natural bond that with undiscovered origins. You were calm, collected, and logical much like Hotch. You were a little more adventurous, but nowhere near the same level as the rest of the team. 

The car was silent, except for the sound of rain pattering against the roof. You were in the driver’s seat, watching the house to see if there was any sign of the unsub. Hotch sat beside you, keeping an eye on the surroundings, a tense grip on his binoculars. One of you would reach for coffee, while the other would take a deep breath and regroup. You repeated this cycle for what felt like an eternity. 

At one point you noticed Hotch staring at his phone. You tried to catch a glimpse of what he was looking at without obviously violating his privacy. Finally, you decided it was time to break the silence. 

“How are you holding up?”

“I could use another cup of coffee,” he said, tucking is phone back into his suit pocket. 

“No, that’s not what I meant. Rossi told me what this week means to you. How are you holding up in that regard?”

He remained silent, staring out at the rainy street. He couldn’t produce an answer no matter how he tried. 

“Wanna hear my sob story?” You asked, ready to tell him your biggest secret since joining the BAU.

He simply nodded. 

“I lost my fiancé two years ago. Shot in the line of duty. It was his last day before transferring units. A month before our wedding.” 

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing to continue with the story. Hotch was quiet, allowing you to finish. 

“His name was Mike. Sergeant Mike Dodds,” you mused, “he was the sweetest guy, a big softie, but God, did he know how to play the bad guy. He transferred to SVU because his father wanted him to. Everyone hated him, but I saw something in him. There was this light in his eyes, this fire. It’s what I miss most about him.” 

You didn’t realize that you had a tear streaming down your cheek, until Hotch offered you a tissue. You wiped your tears, cursing yourself for being so dramatic. Hotch just reached over and placed his hand on yours, gently reassuring you that he was there. 

“I’d tell you it gets easier, but honestly? It just gets...different. You learned to live without them, but those feelings are still there,” his voice was barely audible. 

“I came to terms with it a long time ago. He wouldn’t want me wallowing in pity all of the time; he would want me to have a fresh start. Date new people, move to another city, take all the risks- within reason- that I never took before.” Now the rain had captivated you. “I always joked that we should have leave Manhattan and get a big log cabin in the Pacific Northwest. Have a bunch of dogs, maybe a boat, and live amongst the wilderness.” You wiped another tear from your rosy cheek, letting out a giggle, “But instead, I chose to move to humid D.C. and catch serial killers for a living.”

Hotch laughed, taking a sip of his cold coffee. You swore you saw a tear slid down his cheek as well, but you didn’t mention anything. Instead, you two just laughed cathartically for a moment. In that moment, you had forgotten all the pain you suffered before coming to the BAU. There was plenty in your life worth sticking around for. You liked to think Hotch felt the same. 

“Y/N,” he broke the laughter, “thank you. Thank you for always bringing your genuine self to every situation, for everything you do for this team...for everything you do for me.”

“It’s a coincidence that we found each other, almost like the universe brought us together.”

“There is no such thing as coincidences,” he replied, shifting in his seat. 

You were facing each other now. He had beautiful, brown eyes, you noticed. Even when they were glossy from crying, they were still beautiful. You recognized a light his eyes, one you thought was stolen from you two years ago. For the first time, you saw Hotch as someone other than your stoic boss who needed solved like a puzzle. You saw him as Aaron. Vulnerable, broken, and empathetic Aaron. 

If Rossi hadn’t ruined the moment with a radio call, saying they had caught the unsub, then you swore you could’ve kissed him. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You brushed it off as heightened emotions, but you couldn’t shake the feeling. What if the universe did put you and Aaron together? What if it was a sign that you were meant to be each other’s fresh starts? 

[thorne93]

Inside the Criminal Mind (Part 38)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 3563

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy, @carryonmyswansong, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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The two of you rode in tense silence all the way to the BAU, where you grabbed your things and stormed to your car, waiting for Spencer to get in the driver’s seat. The two of you rode again in a silence wrapped in thickness. You got home and now your home was tainted with Cat Adams and Maxine. 

“What the fuck?!” you screamed as you got inside, throwing your purse and briefcase in the corner of the foyer. 

“It’s not what you think, Y/N. I didn’t cheat on you.” 

“Just because you didn’t make out with her or stick your dick in her doesn’t mean you haven’t been fucking ignoring me for her.”

Spencer responded by pressing his lips into a thin line. 

“So is it true? Did you take her to your favorite museums? Buy her books?”

“I let her borrow some of my books. And yes, on some of our outings, I took her to a museum, but don’t listen to Cat. You know this is what she wants.”

“Don’t blame your actions on Cat Adams, Spencer! You’re the one who was running through the park with Max in your arms. And she didn’t even know you were married?! Why wasn't I ever brought up?!”

“My therapist told me to keep it separate from work--”

“I’m not work!” you roared, nearly deafening you both. “I’m your fucking wife! You should’ve mentioned me! At least once! And clearly, you were doing something that made Maxine upset that you weren’t single.”

“She must’ve gotten mixed signals. I never did anything inappropriate with her, I promise.” 

“You never let me meet her. You had her in our house and I had no idea what she even looked like. You know, at least as soon as you found out about Dexter and me, there was no secret in our relationship. But all I knew was you were ignoring me to spend every waking moment with another woman. How do you think it makes me feel, Spencer?”

In an even tone, but laced with anger, he responded, “It probably makes you feel the way I did when you were doing that with Dexter.”

You flinched away from him. “I only started ignoring you with Dexter when you told me about JJ,” you reminded. “Don’t confuse reality with fantasy to make yourself feel better. You really didn’t see the problem? Spencer, for the last month, you’ve done nothing but text her, spend time with her, and focus on her. And if you weren’t talking to her, you were smiling. It was like no matter what I did, I couldn’t put that look on your face. I never made you feel that way with Dexter.” You threw your hands out to the side. “So what did I do to deserve this? If you're having second thoughts because of what I did, then tell me! Don’t distance yourself from me and start to fall for another woman.”

His face whipped up to yours, conviction in them when he said, “I’m not falling for her. I’m still in love with you and only you. If this is just about kissing Cat--” 

“Fuck the kiss!” you shouted. “I don’t give a shit about that! You should know me by now! I know why you did that. I’m not an idiot. I was over that before you were done kissing. What I’m upset about is you being devious and sneaking around after we promised never to do that again. So what is it? If you don’t love Maxine, why have you been so obsessed with her? Doing things we should've been doing?”

“I don’t know,” he started, shaking his head, shrugging.

“You nearly had an emotional affair with another woman who was just in our house. I need more than ‘I don’t know’.” 

“You want to know why I talked to her so much? I just wanted a conversation with someone who wasn't fighting crime. I wanted one conversation that wasn't burying the lead on a case, or some BAU case, or even JJ... I just wanted a non-messy human interaction for once…”

You tried to keep the tears at bay. “All I saw was you falling for a woman who is the polar opposite of me. If you’d just been honest and told me why you enjoyed your time with her…” 

“I didn’t know how to tell you. I knew how it sounded. I know how it sounds now. I did flirt with her, but that’s as far as it went. It was stupid of me not to tell Max about you, and I should’ve introduced you two. I guess I felt like you had… have Dexter, someone outside of work, and I wanted that too.”

The tears were already flowing now, there was no stopping it. “A friendship with someone outside of work is one thing, Spencer, what you did tonight and every day for the last month is very different.”

“How?” 

“You seriously don’t see the problem? You gave her gifts, Spencer. You had her in our home, without me here. You lied about being married. You texted her nonstop. When I asked you to do something with me, you blew me off to go hang around her. I never did that with Dexter, never. You were either always included or I asked you first. You were always my priority. I never made you feel like second best, even when I was lying about what I was doing. And don’t even mention when I was being distant, we both know why I was doing that.” 

He stayed silent, his gaze dropping to the floor. 

“I didn’t cheat though. I didn’t kiss her, I didn’t talk about a future with her, I didn’t--”

Your rage had hit a ceiling though. He was pretty close to defending his actions, and you weren’t okay with that. “You keep saying you aren’t cheating but everything you've said, done and reacted leads me to believe otherwise! I can’t fucking believe you don’t see the issue and you’re actually trying to justify what you did!” 

“I know I fucked up, but you’re not even hearing me out. I can tell something’s not right, alright--”

“You’re right. Something isn't right and it's that my husband hid me and his marriage away to self-indulge with someone new who seems to be doing a better job at making you happy than I am so clearly there's more than you’re really saying."

“When have I ever lied to you?” he asked, offended. 

“Hmm, where should I begin?” You threw your hands in the air. “When you kept fact that JJ confessed to you, that you and her seem to be hiding something still, now the thing with Maxine!” You were trying so hard to not let the tears slip from your eye. “I- I can’t deal with this..with you right now.” She walks away to their room to pack some things.

“Y/N, wait, let’s talk about this,” he called after you, chasing you up the stairs to your bedroom. 

“There’s nothing left to talk about Spence, you lied, point blank.” You tossed your clothes into the bag you had pulled from the suitcase. “We promised there would be no more hiding and no more secrets.” You closed the bag and headed out of the room.

“That’s different. I meant about the killings. I know what I did wasn’t the best thing but I’m sorry for it. I made a stupid mistake. It’s nothing like what you did and hid from me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she turns around with a fire burning in her eyes. “What I did in Miami is nothing compared to what you're doing now, I didn’t go off to find someone to keep me entertained and feeling some type of way, for such a genius you sure are being an idiot. I hid my criminal activity from you and then I was totally honest about it. I confessed to murder so that you wouldn't think I was cheating. Do you get that? I was willing to go to prison before letting you think I was cheating...” You pushed him away from you. “And it wasn’t just about the killings. We promised it would be on everything!” the tears fell but she didn’t care.

“I’m the idiot? Lying is lying, Y/N. It doesn’t matter what it’s for--” Just then, he got a call from JJ. As he picked up the phone, you saw her name on caller ID and at that point, you weren’t sure you could even see straight anymore. 

“Jesus, Spence! Not even a few moments two of the three of your other women are gone and the third one is already calling.”  You stood there glaring at him waiting to see what he would choose to do. “Choose what you do wisely right now because this determines how this ends.” You crossed your arms.

He glanced at you for a moment before answering, keeping eye contact. “Now’s not a good time.” Then he hung up, still looking at you, not saying a word.

“Oh yeah and when is a good time, huh Spencer?” you seethed at him. “Between ignoring the shit out of me, going out with Max, your little girlfriend and seeing an old flame?"  You grabbed your bag and walked out without  an explanation.

“Y/n!” he yelled, trying to chase you, but you slammed the door in his face. He turned around and screamed. “Fuck!” 

You got into your car and drove off to the nearest hotel. For the next few days, you stayed there, but came into work like normal. You spoke to Spencer as much as you could professionally. It was easy to separate the feelings of hate, anger, betrayal, and hurt from work. Your training with Dexter really helped to control your emotions, at least in this setting. At home was an entirely different matter. 

One night, you couldn’t take it anymore, so you called Dexter. You needed a friend. 

“Dex?” you choked out just before letting out a sob.  

“Hey Y/N it’s been a while how are things?” He immediately realized things weren’t okay. “What's wrong is everything okay?”

“No, no it’s not.” Then you launched into everything that had happened since you got home. Spencer being distant, ignoring you, Maxine, kissing Cat, JJ still giving you issues. By the time you were done, you said, “I have no idea what to do. I think he’s going to leave me. I just… I wish he’d get it over with and not parade around with another woman.” 

“Y/N, take things slower, don't try to analyze it all at once.” he started by telling you. “We know the thing with JJ is one-sided right? Put that to the side let's look into the other two.” He had stopped what he was doing to focus on you.

You took a deep breath. “Okay, you’re right. Okay the thing with Cat, I can mostly forgive and forget that. I know why he did it, and he had to be convincing. There was no time to hesitate or she’d see through ihm again.” 

“And what exactly about the situation with Cat do you feel is wrong?”

“How passionately he kissed her. That’s reserved for us. He… He did it quickly, without reservation, and he did it with passion. I haven’t seen him that passionate since before he told me about JJ.”

“If I recall correctly he’s a man who uses his brain passionately not always with action especially outside of your relationship.” he nodded his head though clearly you couldn’t see it. “Alright and I understand how this might affect the situation but remember he did so to keep Cat in the game and not cause harm.” He could hear how you were breathing evenly now. “ if it weren’t a kiss it could have been something else that she’d want him to do. Now onto the next issue this Maxine person when did this exactly start?”

“Right after we came back, pretty much. He went to see his therapist, sheshe gave him homework to talk to someone outside of work, and he went out that day and found Maxine. So around a month ago… Why?” 

“Well this helps me get a better understanding in terms of timeline.” he took a swig of his drink and continued. “What exactly was it that him and Max were doing in the time frame of the month? Do you know exactly where and what they did?” It was still a bit unclear as to why Spencer would do such a thing at this precise moment. “Besides the things that Cat has said and shown you, is there enough evidence to prove that he indeed is being unfaithful like say deliberately sneaking around to see her or making excuses as to why he’s never around?”

“All she did was show me what they were doing in their time together. Dex, I would ask Spencer to go out to dinner for a date, and he said he was too busy and he was going to see Maxine. I asked him to go to an opening of a museum and he said he was meeting Maxine. I made him a nice brunch one morning, but he ran out to go meet her. Even when we were sitting and watching TV together, he was glued to his phone, texting her, smiling, laughing. When I asked to meet her, he said he wanted to keep us separate because I’m related to work. So other than how I feel about how he’s been treating me, no, I don’t have proof he’s had an affair. All he’s done is shown he’s emotionally attached himself to her. You should've seen it. I’d make a joke and he rarely smiled. She texted him once and he’d be laughing on the floor. It was ridiculous. I felt invisible in my own home. ” 

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe the recent events were too much to handle for him and he wants to be around someone outside of it all to find some peace of mind before fixing the issue?” he asked. “Now I'm not saying the way he went about it was correct or that he has a right to do so but aside from the arguments did you tell him these things you're telling me?” he sounded like there was more he wanted to say but kept quiet.

“For the most part, yeah, kinda. I didn’t tell him how I’m feeling. More so I tried to get him to admit that what he did was wrong.” You sighed. “But you think he’s right? I know I asked him to handle a lot these last few months. I know that. I told him that all the time. I thanked him for being by my side. But I just lost it when I saw his almost-girlfriend standing in our house, and it was a second after he kissed another woman.” 

“And that's where you went wrong, Y/N. Getting him to admit that he did wrong when he didn't do that to you and letting your feelings be known are two polar opposites. I don’t believe that how either of you two are going about is right.” He sighed. “I believe that you two have put a strain on your relationship because of so many things that have happened far too close to one another that it’s clouded both your judgment’s.”

You nodded, regardless of the fact that he couldn’t see it. You took a deep breath then swallowed.  “Yeah. I think you’re right. I… He shouldn’t have hid me from her, or hid her from me, but past that… I should’ve understood where he was coming from. I asked him to take on too much. I wish things would just go back to normal,” you sighed. “I need to make things right with him. I need to hear him out. Maybe then he can admit that he didn’t do things the right way, and I can apologize for doing the same thing. Thank you, Dexter. You’re always my rock.” 

“I care too much about you Y/N to let something like this get the better of you” he smiled knowing you felt better about this. “What are best friends aside from killing together?” he joked hoping to get a laugh from you. “If you need to get a clear mind you where to find me.”

“Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’ll talk to Spencer and let you know.” 

You two ended your phone call, and you went to sleep, feeling a bit better about the outlook on your marriage. 

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But you didn’t get a chance to go to Spencer and apologize. The case for Everett Lynch launched into full swing just a few hours after your phone call with Dexter, and you and Spencer didn’t have a moment alone. 

You’d been chasing Everett Lynch for a while now, and finally had him cornered at a woman’s mansion with his mother in the basement. It was a highly volatile situation.  Spencer was able to get Roberta to release Olivia before she got hurt. While he was on the phone with Roberta, she apparently gave the all clear to let the team breach and Spencer gave the order. The SWAT crew moved in and you turned to JJ who was on the phone, to ask her why she looked confused. She glanced to you, then turned and screamed, “Spence! Wait!”

But it was too late. An explosion sent the team, and your husband, soaring back, where he hit the pavement hard. 

Your heart stopped before you ran over to him, kneeling in front of him. “Spence? Spencer? Can you hear me? I need a medic!” you shouted. He was clearly disoriented, but he was conscious. 

The paramedics on site looked him over, but there were no visible signs of any damage. They said he might have a concussion and you needed to watch him. You sat beside him on the plane, holding his hand, but he seemed distant, not talking to you. You were hoping that after a near death experience, it would bring you two closer, and he’d apologize for everything he did… But even then, he couldn’t say anything. 

You two got home and you carried his bags inside. He seemed lost in thought still, so you sighed. 

“Well, I’m going to go check out of the hotel. I should be here to watch you,” you said, the sadness in your voice. 

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” He was dismissive and he went back to thinking. Maybe he was thinking that his life was short, and he didn’t want to spend it with you any more. Maybe he really had moved on mentally with Max and was just waiting for the right time to bring it up. 

You cried the entire drive to the hotel. You gathered your things, and checked out, driving back. Your marriage would end. Not by your doing, but by your husband’s. It was evident he had someone else on his mind all the time, even after he swore he wasn’t seeing her any more. 

But the signs were clear. He didn’t fully apologize, he didn’t see anything wrong in his actions, he lied about JJ, he kissed Cat so easily… Clearly, you weren’t the woman he loved any more.

Just as you pulled into your driveway, it was early morning. It took all night to get home from the case, then to get all your things and check out. Hell, it was time for you to be in the office, but you assumed Emily and the team knew Spencer was hurt and that you’d be caring for him. 

But there was another car in your driveway. 

JJ’s. 

You got out and slammed the door to your car. “The fuck are you doing here?” 

“I came to check on Spence. He had a nasty hit yesterday. We tried calling both of you but didn’t get a reply. Where have you been anyway?” 

“That’s none of your goddamn business.” You started to unlock the door. “Spencer’s fine, by the way. I just had to run an errand. I’ll be in the office in a little--”

But as you walked through your house and JJ followed you, you saw Spencer on the floor of your dining room floor. 

“Oh my god. Spencer!” You gasped, running to check on him. “Spence? Can you hear me” In seconds, he started to seize out. “Holy shit. JJ, call 911.” 

“On it,” she said quickly, pulling her phone out. 

“Don’t do this. Don’t do this,” you begged. "No, Spence, come on. You have to be okay. You have to be. I can't fucking lose you." You held onto him, trying to keep him steady so he didn't hurt his head. Blood was spilling out of his nose. 

You had to keep a level head, you had to keep Spencer stable and alive, and also fight off every horrible feeling racing through you. It dawned on you that the last few words you’d said to your husband outside of work would be about him loving other women, and you having no idea where you stood with your own husband. Were his last thoughts about leaving you?

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Fan Fiction Master Post (and Where to Find Them):

Hello, Internet.  It’s been about a year and a half since I last updated my master post and it’d be nice for you to pass this one around instead of the others.  And so much has happened since the last list!  I finally jumped on the Ao3 train!  This list has got everybody here.  If you got nothing better to do and need a little fic to put on the wounds life has dealt you (or if you’re a little bit of a masochist and want something that’ll tear your soul to shreds), then pick a link and indulge yourself, K?  Like last time, this list is organized alphabetically by fandom and chronologically, if there’s a series.  You’ll see what I mean.  Enjoy!

** indicates a story in progress as of the time of posting this list.

Attack on Titan:

Classified Files:  Ackerman, Levi

AU Crack! Hanji needs a favor from Levi, but there's no way Levi would be so willing. That's what she has Eren for! But...Well...Why can't Hanji's experiments ever go right?

Black Butler:

Just a Simple Interview, Right?

1 of 4.  What starts out as just an interview with 19 year old earl Ciel Phantomhive for the paper turns into a little more than that a young reporter bargains for when she meets his enigmatic, yet beautiful butler. (Mostly T rated with some lemon chapters)

His Strange Little Girl and Her Butler, the Enigma

2 of 4.  She had her interview, but gained a few new friends and one very, very special butler. Now, she has her beautiful demon husband for the rest of eternity. But when the honeymoon’s over…is it really over? Of course not. We can’t have anything simple, can we?  (Also T rated with a few lemon chapters.)

You, Me, and Cambion Makes Three

3 of 4.  The Michaelis family has grown by one. The young lord has finally married Lady Elizabeth. So, what comes next? A little catastrophe, perhaps?  (Yet again, T rated with a few lemon chapters.)

Her Butler, One Last Time

4 of 4.  So blissfully living as a magazine contributor in modern day New York City. Until she meets her new landlord…or her demon husband from a past life?

Peace, Love, Unity, Respect

(Mini-series) She’s graduated college. Her boyfriend dumps her. Her roommates find a way to cheer her up. But for whatever reason, she’s feeling a little desperate. Especially when the DJ keeps giving her looks. He feels like he’s seen her somewhere before…

Crossovers:

Trouble Comes in Threes

(Hetalia x Fruits Basket)  Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio could get anyone they want. They're beautiful, they're young, and the whole school knows it. But...They've had it all and grow bored. Even traveling outside city limits wouldn't prove to be any sort of challenge. But after a mess of a party, it appears Yao and Kiku's family tree is extending its roots when their cousins relocate. They couldn't stay at the Sohma house forever.

A New Hacker Has Entered the Chat**

(DRAMAtical Murder x Mystic Messenger) The RFA is usually pretty airtight when it comes to their information. Although, when their systems end up getting hacked, Seven and MC put their heads together to figure out who did it and why their source is coming from two different places. 

DRAMAtical Murder:

His Angel Bunny

When Angel goes into work on her day off, she just wants to throw her head against the wall. Until she sees a cute boy with a face full of metal and a heart full of sadness. She had to do something about it. Little did she know, that would lead to the greatest domino effect adventure of her life.

About Time

Just a quick one-shot of Koujaku doing a HUGE favor to humanity. Thank you, Koujaku, for your bravery and your services.

Death Note:

Lawliet

Ever wonder how L happened? The name? The person? The little boy behind it all…? (child!Lx parental!Reader going into the Kira investigation)

Fairy Tail:

The Princess and the Dragon  

(AU) She wants to be where the wizards are. However, her father has other plans for her. Stay out of the books, Lucy! You don’t need to practice magic! How do you expect to further the bloodline if you don’t meet anyone?

The Siren’s Song

(AU) Beware a frozen heart desperate for warmth...What a load of garbage...Right?

The Knight in Shining Armor (At the time of me posting this, the last chapter is going out this week)

(AU) Erza's flashbacks to the days before she joined the guild kept getting worse and worse. Master Makarov couldn't stand to see one of the strongest members of the guild falling apart like that, so a special job for a special S-Class wizard should be enough to snap her out of it. Especially when that job is for the Fiore royal family.

Fullmetal Alchemist:

Halfmetal Heart

Edward and Winry’s precocious daughter Tricia has picked up the family trade, but when she goes to apply for her state certification, something wonderful catches her eye…

Don’t Forget

Their house used to be a pile of ash, but now, it’s a home as Edward and Alphonse reflect on the day it burned.  One-shot

Happy Birthday, Sir

Today marks a very special day in Amestris. It’s the Fuhrer’s birthday! And his wife has a little something, something planned for him, but can Mustang let it be a surprise?  One-shot.  Partially goes off the Halfmetal Heart canon

The Spark and the Sparrow

Just some young Royai fluff about a thunderstorm that happened at Master Hawkeye’s house.  One-shot

Hetalia:

Candy From Strangers**

Amelia's boyfriend is a jerk. No matter how anyone looks at it, he's a straight up jerk. One night, things got a bit out of hand and...Well...He's her ex-boyfriend now. A broken plate to the cheek does that. But a kind hearted stranger in the park was more than ok with fixing up more than the deep cut on her cheek.

Draw a Circle

France stumbles on a mysterious naked woman and can't keep her to himself, so he consults his good friend Britain. Who is she? And where did she come from?

The Legend of Zelda:

Courageous Duality

Five years after the Kokiri Village has been burned by the Gerudo King’s newest apprentice, Link gathers the intestinal fortitude to go back and pay his respects to his old home. Until he finds his true destiny deep within the Lost Woods.  Takes place after Ocarina of Time

MCU:

Kilgrave’s Good Little Girl

Who better to bring in a murderous psychopath than a murderous psychopath?  (Reader)

Mystic Messenger:

Mistake Messenger

A one-shot collection of alternate routes for Mystic Messenger ranging from sweet and fluffy to naughty and depraved. MC x EVERYONE.

Man’s Best Intern

(AU) Poor Jaehee. Overworked. Underpaid. Under appreciated. Luckily, with the newest C&R intern, anything is possible. Although, when Mr. Han takes a particular shine to her, Jaehee’s workload may be doubled even more.

The Number Next Door**

(AU)  MC has finally gotten the opportunity to move into the apartment building of her dreams. After years of clawing her way up with her design blog, things have finally fallen into place for her. That is, until she learns her next door neighbor likes to blast meme music at 1AM.

Regularly Scheduled Programming

(One-shot) Saeran and MC indulge themselves with one night a week for garbage TV. Although, sometimes, we can't always get what we want.

Ouran High School Host Club:

Kiss, Kiss

1 of 3.  You’re starting at a new school and for any normal person, that’s difficult. For someone with your list of diagnoses, it’s even worse. Especially when all you want is to keep your head down and find a quiet place to study.

Back to Normal, I Guess

2 of 3.  After her summer in New York, Lana goes back to her school in London with her heavy heart full of the memories she made at Ouran Academy. But little does she know, the Ouran Host Club will always be there to welcome her back, no matter what time zone she’s in.

Our New Normal

3 of 3.  Lana misses Japan. Can we blame her? Unfortunately, she had to graduate from Ouran Academy sometime. But her new life in New York with Kyoya is only just beginning. College is an entirely different ballgame.

Switch**

Daddy's only looking out for his little girl and he wants what's best for her. She's not ready to take over the...uh..."family business" quite yet. She doesn't understand why she has to go so far just to go to school. But Daddy's word is law. Hey...Why does the angry guy in her homeroom seem familiar? And what's a host club?

Supernatural:

A Family Forged in Fire

1 of 2.  Lena was living in an orphanage. Constant rejection day in and day out. They were looking for a baby, not her. Little did she know that a case would bring a pair of brothers that would turn her life upside down.

When the Fire Goes Out

2 of 2.  After taking down the devil himself, a girl needs to get away, doesn’t she? Even though it puts her brothers in a worry and opens up a golden opportunity for someone new to slip into her life.

Yuri!!! On Ice:

Adopted

1 of 2.  AU: Victor and Violet adopted two precious little boys that they can’t help but love and became an unorthodox family. Even though the youngest can’t stand the oldest, but that’s the way siblings work. And things get even more troublesome when they both want to take up the very thing that brought Mommy and Daddy together.

Off the Rails

2 of 2.  After Junior Grand Prix, the Nikiforov family has moved to New York and began their training for next season, including Violet’s comeback. However, her comeback may be a bit more than she…or Victor…bargained for.

Not a Perfect Fairytale (But It’s Ours)

Fairytale AU.  Whoever decided the prince needed a princess has terrible foresight…

Surprise

Yurio is always a little paranoid, but for some strange reason, today, his radar was up even more than usual. Especially when Yakov doesn’t yell at him for missing a simple jump.  One-shot

Dr. Nikiforov Has a Ring To It

Getting sick sucks something awful on its own. Getting sick with no one else home but your overbearing roommate to take care of you? That’s a mess in itself.  One-shot

Pierced Through the Heart

(One-shot) Yurio and Otabek had been together a while now. Why couldn't they have something match like Victor and Yuri?

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Author’s Notes | Don't ask me how come this became so big. Serious. Just don't ask. Anything about Mads is too intense for me! I hope you guys like this! Universe | Kriger Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Dark! Hvitserk, Biker! Hvitserk, Criminal AU, Modern Vikings AU, Crossover requested by @lyanna-the-giantsbane for 5CW5 Words | 7184 ⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST. Mentions of violence, death, grieving, blood, suicide, and torture. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

You couldn't really believe. After everything he did for that shitty colors, your sweet friend was there, lying cold in a wooden box, killed by the men he wanted to impress.

Guilt kicked in. You were the one who convinced Mads to get cold about CC's fast climbing on the gang, to learn from him so he could become better and maybe reach his goals. The fucking vest he never had, a symbol of something you wanted to burn to ashes now that Mads wasn't there to laugh with you and say you were a pyromaniac.

His favorite one.

You didn't dare to come closer. You knew how destroyed Joy was. She just had their baby - the baby Mads was boasting about, all happy about his soon to come child he wouldn't be there to see growing into a man - when everything happened. Her nurse was the one to find Mads' body at the door. The poor woman wasn't even bleeding anymore: the sudden and terrifying death of her husband caused her body to stop the recovering period from her labor and now she was there, stuck in between tears and a crying baby that would always remember her from what she lost. You couldn't imagine her pain, but you were sure the last person Joy would want to see was someone related to Mads' "work". So, you kept some distance, asking your best friend forgiveness for not giving him a proper goodbye. You would respect his beloved wife's pain and you knew, somewhere in the afterlife, Mads would understand your distance and lack of words for his simple funeral.

You were about to leave when a bunch of men came in motorcycles. For a second, you held the gun in your waist, ready to shot any bastard from the Wolves who had the audacity to show up for Mads' funeral, but then, something took your breath away: one of those men came out of his motorcycle, took out the helmet and came closer to Joy who looked at him and collapsed in his arms; heavy sobs shaking her body against the supportive embrace of a man you couldn't believe you were seeing.

Whoever that man was, he was Mads. With braided hair and a furious expression, but Mads, from the head to the toes! You heard Mads mentioning a twin brother once, but you never thought he was serious about this family he had traveling around the world. However, almost like an irony from destiny, his words were confirmed with those strange men coming down from their motorcycles, all in vests like the Wolves had. Colors of a motorcycle club you came closer trying to identify.

"Descendants from Odin," you mumbled, reading the jacket of one of them, a tall red-haired one with a single braid hanging from his head until the middle of his back, tied with strands of leather.

He came closer to the coffin, along with the others: A blonde one, with some kind of braided mullet hair and a goatee and a bald bearded one, taller like the red-haired - this last one punching the tree next to Mads' coffin with all his anger, while the others seemed to be more conformed with the cruel truth. There was a fifth one who remained leaning on the motorcycle, lighting a cigarette. There was something strange around his legs, like hard equipment, and a cane in his motorcycle - the reason why you thought he didn't come closer: to avoid walking. This one - black-haired with utterly blue eyes - was the one who noticed you were near; his eyes almost crossed your soul like cold daggers when he looked at you as if he was ready to beat you down with that can for daring to come into his imaginary territory.

"This is my brother's funeral, woman. Who are you?" he asked, angrily.

"I'm Y/N," you answered "I was Mads' friend... I didn't know he had more than one brother." you said, surprised.

But the blue-eyed man seemed to recognize your name.

"Y/N, from The Sirens. I know who you are. Mads' spoke about you..." he said, mentioning the club you were part of, despite the fact you weren’t wearing their colors for this moment.

"Y/N?" the honey-haired one spoke your name and you felt your heart sinking into your chest.

It was Mads' voice.

Your eyes filled with tears you didn't pour and you turned yourself to look at him.

Mads' clone had left Joy's side, coming near to speak to you. Looking from closer, he was different from Mads. There was a beard Mads didn't let grow and his hair was braided, imprinting a stronger impression. He also wasn't so smiley and his voice was kinda hoarser.

Or maybe it was just your heart trying desperately to find differences to tell your brain that man wasn't your Mads. Your poor sweet Mads.

"You must be Hvit… Hvits..." you rolled your tongue to speak his name and he softly smiled, probably remembering how Mads never understood why his mother called them such different names.

"Hvitserk. Yes. This is me. It's nice to meet you, well... It could be nicer." he sighed "Do you know what happened? Anyone knows who did this to my little brother?"

You grunted, annoyed.

"There are some bastards saying he was a rat, but I hardly doubt! Mads was crazy about that club and he would do anything for those colors, except abandoning Joy. That's why he left in the middle of a reunion Tom was making to find a supposed rat that was delivering the gang members to the police around. I don't know precisely what happened, for I'm not a part of those sons of bitches in vests, but the end of the story is that: They spit on his name as if he was the traitor and one of them shot him for this. I heard it was CC. Some say it was Tom himself."

Hvitserk's face was frowning more and more as you were speaking and so it was the blue-eyed man's face, gaining wrinkle over wrinkle as your story was going forward.

"And what do you believe, Y/N?" Hvitserk asked, looking at you with those eyes so similar to your friend's. "Mads used to say he didn't trust anyone else as he did to you. I'll follow my brother's instincts. Tell me what do you think about this."

You smiled, remembering how Mads used to tell you things he didn't say even to Joy.

Damn tears. You wiped your face, sighing.

"I hardly doubt CC pulled that trigger," you said, looking at Hvitserk "I didn't like the bastard, but Mads was too close to him and they were kinda helping each other all the time. He may have something with it, but I don't believe it was him. However, if someone knows who pulled the trigger against my friend's head, this person is CC. Joy's nurse saw him at the spot. We could try to speak to him. As long as I know he lives in a boat at the docks." you said, seeing the man in front of you nodding.

"Today we'll bury my brother. From tomorrow on, you shall help me to find the bastards who killed him and then, I'll bury them all with him."

He had a different tone. Mads was innocent, sweet and kind.

Hvitserk...

Hvitserk seemed to have the talent for that life. Even his hand felt heavier than Mads' on yours. And his smile was smaller and full of malice you never saw in your friend's lips.

"Ubbe!" Hvitserk called and the red-haired one came closer. "Take Joy with you. She'll need help with the baby and stuff. I'll take it from here, but this is something I wanna do by myself."

"You gonna get yourself in trouble. We already fucking lost a brother, Hvitserk!" Ubbe warned.

But in an action utterly different from Mads' passivity, Hvitserk frowned at the taller man, looking at him with anger sparkling in his eyes.

"They killed my little brother, Ubbe. That man into that coffin was the half of me and they fucking put a bullet through his head. I'll be sure Mads' face will haunt them until the last moment of their lives. I'll be sure to be there when it happens, Ubbe. I'll be sure to be the one pulling the damn trigger. I want them down. My brother will never see his son growing, but I'll be sure his murders will never see anything but his face. I owe him this and I'll do it. I can take care of myself."

You kept your eyes on that man. So similar, yet so different from your Mads. Hvitserk was darker, harder as if he was made to that angry life - quite the opposite you always thought about sweet Mads. In fact, you thought the birth of Mads' son would take him outta that life for good.

You never thought it would be that way.

"Fine. If you need us..." the older one accepted, resigned.

"I know what to do." Hvitserk said, patting Ubbe's shoulder and looking at you "I have no place to stay in this town and it is good for me to stay hidden for the moment because we don't want to fuck the surprise. Do you know where I can stay?" he asked you.

And you sighed.

"I have a trailer. You can stay with me. Mads used to sleep there when Joy and he had fights. I think you'll be fine there." You offered and he nodded, accepting your offer.

"It's good to see my brother had some good friend in this place," he said, causing your heart to clench.

Ubbe softly conducted Joy outta that place into the car she came from and followed her car with his motorcycle, leaving with her. Slowly, the other brothers started leaving as well and then, you allowed yourself to come closer to Mads' coffin, touching his cold hands and placing in between them a small and silly gift you had made for him. It was a sticker for his motorcycle, a circle that said: "Proud Dada", around his neck tattoo. The skull was holding a pacifier in its mouth. You never saw the laughs you thought that little joke would bring to his lips.

"Wherever you are, I hope they make good burgers, brother," you said, trying to hold your cry to the little gasp that scene took from your mouth and the tears that rolled down your face when the cemetery workers started preparing to take his body to the crematory.

Hvitserk came closer as well. He lowered himself and touched his forehead with Mads', ignoring the coverage to the bullet hole and speaking low, almost as a secret in between them both.

"I see you in Valhalla, brother."

You saw him caressing Mads' face and then closing the coffin causing you to turn your face away, feeling suffocated. The tears becoming thicker in your face, closing your throat.

"Shit," you cursed, swallowing dry.

"It hurts me too," Hvitserk said, sighing. "He told me a lot about you. I can see he was right about how deep you two were."

It was enough for you to lose control and break into tears again.

"Fuck... He was my little brother. I was supposed to be there for him. He should be happy, boasting around about making a boy with Joy... Shit!" you cursed.

And then, you felt his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace just like you saw him doing with Joy, moments earlier.

"That's ok... We gonna tell his son how freaking good his father was. We gonna tell him everything Mads wanted to teach him... Everything."

You wanted it all to be a terrible prank. You wanted that man to laugh like Mads and say there was no twin brother and the stuff in the box was a dummy he paid to make, just to laugh at your face in one of those stupid games Mads used to invent.

But that wasn't the fresh scent of your friend's arms. And into Hvitserk's embrace, you cried until your heart was empty once again.

 "You can sleep here," you said, preparing the day-bed for him with some blankets Mads used to borrow from you in the nights he spent in your house.

Hvitserk was now in sweat pants and a shirt that was only making him look even more different from Mads in your eyes: Mads would like to dress his football shorts. And would probably be with his hair locked in that man bun so common for him.

"I know. I'm just like him..." Hvitserk said, sighing, noticing you were all the time staring at him.

"It’s the exact opposite," you answered, calling Hvitserk's attention. "You look like him. But you're not like him. You're pretty different."

Hvitserk leaned his head, smiling with that strange curve in his lips once again. Mads would be laughing.

"Yet, you can't avoid comparisons," he said and you nodded.

"Same face, not the same actions. Mads would be laid already," you kinda joked, and his smile became bigger.

"Well... Mads knew you already. He always said I would like to know you and..."

"That one day he would make me his sister in law. I know." you rolled your eyes and Hvitserk chuckled.

His giggle with a light tone of malice.

"My brother knew what I like."

Ok. That was a direct punch on your face.

Mads wasn't this direct.

"Do you have some beer?" He asked, not giving you the right time to really process the hit you just received. "I would like to share one... for him." he completed.

Kinda waking you from your small shock when you went to the refrigerator, picking up a pair of long necks and throwing one for him.

The two of you went to the stairs of your trailer, opening the bottles and toasting before pouring some of the beer to the ground.

"For Mads," he said, drinking from his bottle.

You did the same, taking large gulps, sitting at the stars by his side.

"A woman who knows how to drink, who used to hide my brother from his mad old lady and take care of him, who lives by herself on a trailer in a city with lots of criminals and sleeps tranquil... What more could I know about you, Y/N?" Hvitserk smiled, drinking from his bottle.

It seems Mads really talked to him about you.

You took a new sip from your bottle and sighed.

"There is not too much to be known, Hvit... Damn... Your name is so fucking hard to speak! Why the fuck did your mother fucked you this way?" you asked and he laughed, this time, a loose laugh that really caught you for a moment.

He was so... Strangely attractive...

"I don't know. I think she wasn't planning twins and well, it would be Mads only. But then we came and mother had to find some other Scandinavian Viking name and then I ended up with the curse," he joked, getting a giggle from you. "It's said H-v-i-t-s-e-r-k" he tried to pronounce it slowly, just making it stranger for you.

"Mads used to call you Hvits," you said, solving the problem with a smile on both of your faces. "Well, Hvits, I'm a normal girl. I just try to take care of myself a little bit better than the other girls. That's all." you said, sipping from your bottle.

"Mads told me you're a founder in this motorcycle club of yours," he kept the casual conversation and you told him about the usual things your club were into and how you weren't so deep into the schemes of that gang war at the city.

Hvitserk also told you how Mads decided to leave the Descendants from Odin - his family club, as you now knew - when he fell in love with Joy and decided to quit the travel to stay in Demark with her.

Bad idea, you thought.

The conversation extended and you saw yourself laughing from Mads' childhood histories, such as Hvitserk had his time to laugh with you from the jokes and stories of your friendship with his brother.

It was already dawn when the two of you found the last bottle of beer into your refrigerator.

"This is the last one," you said, opening the bottle and taking a large sip.

"And I guess is now yours, right?" Hvitserk hit back, almost insinuating you were selfish.

But you offered the bottle to him with a smile.

"I'm a good hostess," you said, "We share."

"Share seems a nice idea," he said, coming closer and taking the bottle from your hand, putting it on your mouth instead of his.

You were kinda high, but you knew exactly which way he was taking. Hvitserk spent the whole night hitting on you with those direct sentences, suggestive words and the subtle game that made him utterly different from Mads in your eyes.

And you were sure you would lose that bet from months ago...

 "I bet he wouldn't take one night to kiss you, Y/N! Hvitserk is terrible! When he wants a girl, he gets her. And I'm sure he'll like you when you have the chance to meet each other..."

 You took a sip from the bottle and Hvitserk leaned himself, stealing half of the bear from your lips in a firm and intense kiss that got your legs trembling.

You were right: he was utterly different from Mads' sweetness to Joy. There was some fire in that man that was attracting you like a moth to the light. You felt his thumb caressing your cheek and he nuzzled his nose on yours.

"When this all ends, then I want to meet better this girl my brother wanted so hard to introduce me" he mumbled, and you giggled.

Here was the reason why he was going so far, so soon. Mads told him to.

Somehow Mads prepared everything for what he wanted.

"What?" Hvitserk asked, looking at you, curious.

"I owe that bastard ten dollars now," you said, causing Hvitserk to smile. "I bet he would be laughing on me now, saying he knew I couldn't resist your charm."

"Well, I guess I owe him ten dollars as well," he said, catching your curiosity and smiling "He bet I wouldn't spend a night by your side without wanting to kiss you."

Everything made sense for you and you smiled sadly. Mads' plan worked, after all. Pity he wasn't there to see how intelligent it was.

"He trapped us," Hvitserk smiled. "And found a way to earn twenty, the bastard. I'll miss him."

"Me too, but I don't wanna cry again," you said, sighing deeply to control the clenching on your throat, "Let us just imagine how hard he must be laughing at our faces now and get some sleep. We cannot lose the whole day. CC may leave and then, we're fucked."

Hvitserk agreed, getting into the trailer with you.

Things would be harsh from that moment on. It would be good for the two of you to have some rest.

  The boat was locked at the docks, as you thought it would be. It looked empty.

"Fuck”, you cursed, thinking CC could have left after what happened to Mads.

It wouldn't be the first one to go away after that. The Wolves were dying, being caught or disappearing after Mads' murder with the police all over their spots and hunting Tom like the rat he was. If Mads wasn't dead, you would tell him not to be near those bastards.

You sighed, trying to shove the thoughts away.

"He's not here," you said to the hooded figure by your side: Hvitserk was covering his face and head to keep the disguise, but instead of being away from the place, he jumped into the boat.

"Then I think he won't care if we take a little look around right?"

Shit.

It could get you in troubles.

But how many times did you get yourself in trouble breaking into houses to save some of the girls your motorcycle club sisters had taken to shelters and stuff? How many times did you break houses and places like CC's boat for food when you were living on the streets?

It was for Mads. You could do this.

Hvitserk forced the door, confirming it was locked and prepared to kick it when you stopped him.

"Gimme a second," you said, taking a pair of clips from your hair, moving them into the lock from a side to another until hearing a click.

You then swirled the clips and the door opened under your fingers, causing Hvitserk to smile with that sexy curve in his lips once again.

"Good drinker, gorgeous, good conversation, and knows how to open a lock? Mads was right. You're my kind of girl, smukke" he said, causing you to softly giggle.

"Come on. We must finish before he comes back.”

The two of you got into the boat, starting to search for any information that could reveal you where CC was hiding now. You found some bottles, some packs of cigarettes, clothes, books. Everything a man would have in his house beside condoms and girl's lingerie - things you thought Hvitserk had discovered when you first heard his voice cursing.

"Fuck!"

But the curse was followed by something being messed up with relative anger and you thought you should warn him to not to break anything. However, as soon as you turned to speak to him, CC showed up at the door: a gun pointed to Hvitserk who took his hands out of the vault he was messing into, keeping his head lowered, covered by the hood.

"Hands where I can see," CC said as you slowly walked towards Hvitserk. "What the fuck are you doing here, Y/N? And who's this guy with you?"

You noticed Hvitserk's jaw was clenched into the hoodie and his hands were lightly trembling. What the fuck did he discover after all?

"I thought you weren't around after what happened. I came for information. Since your boat looked like an abandoned place, I thought you wouldn't be pissed if I took a look around..." you answered. "Put this shit down, CC."

However, he kept the gun pointed on you guys.

"Who's the guy?" he asked and Hvitserk giggled in a sinister way, causing you to feel shivers down your spine.

"He won't pull down the gun, Y/N. Because he knows what we discovered here, don't you, CC?"

His voiced caused CC to twist his face - and you to twist yours because you had no idea of what the hell he had found in that vault.

Whatever it was, got Hvitserk pissed enough for him to raise his head, pulling the hood, exposing his face to look at CC who almost jumped back as if he had seen a ghost.

"Mads..."

You had no time to tell him he was wrong. Hvitserk advanced against him taking the shock as a chance to hit the gun away from CC's hand, punching his face and advancing over him with punches and kicks in a fight that was completely unfair...

For CC.

You, who so many times cared for Mads' wounds from the fighting club of the Wolves, saw shocked the way Hvitserk was hitting CC multiple times, giving him almost no time to react with more than attempts to defend himself.

"Hvitserk wait!" you tried, shaking your head to recover from the shock and intending to advance to stop Mads' brother's fury.

However, his words caused your stomach to turn.

"It was this bastard's fault!" he yelled, kicking CC who was already on the ground, protecting himself, unable to get up. "This fucking bastard is the damn rat they were searching for! It was you! All the fucking time it was you, you damn shitty cop!"

Cop?

You froze once again and your eyes went to the vault Hvitserk had opened. On the lid, lots of pictures of Mads, you, other men from the gang. Down into the vault, there were some papers Hvitserk had spread. You picked up some of them seeing messages exchanged between CC and Mads, printed in official paper with the police station stamp. Forms of official declarations, a map with the places of the Wolves drug spots and their storages marked, pinned to more printed messages from Mads, teaching CC about the places he had worked on as a guard before...

You felt your heart sinking into your chest and your eyes filled with tears. Hvitserk pulled CC by the collar, forcing him to sit on a chair, tying his hands with a tie he found at the clothes you were messing with.

You came closer, throwing the papers over his chest.

"You were delivering them..." you said, looking at CC with tears pouring down your face. "I would understand you had to do your fucking job, to do something about what the Wolves were doing with this city. But you fucking used Mads' innocence to get information! You fucked my best friend!"

CC spat some blood on the ground taking a breath to speak.

"It wasn't like this. I tried to save him..."

"Liar!" you yelled. "Mads sent me a message when you helped him to escape the reunion! He told me you showed him a passage to leave the hidden place of the gang! That you helped him to leave the damn place for seeing Joy at her labor! He fucking thanked me for convincing him to trust in you because 'after all, Y/N, he's a good friend'! You god damn bastard!"

You stomped CC's balls, causing him to growl in pain, bending upon himself. You couldn't believe what he had done.

"I didn't know Tom would come after me..." he mumbled, hoarse. "I took the job for myself because I wanted... I wanted to give him a chance to flee. I didn't know Tom would come after me and shot him that way... I didn't want him to die. I... swear."

"You should have thought about this before fucking making him look like a damn rat! You bastard!" you yelled again.

Hvitserk messing up with the rest of the papers, discovering the whole operation that ended up with his brother's death.

"The bastard was doing more than that," he growled. "He got my brother in troubles, he used Mads to get pictures from the gang clients to the police... You fucking used my brother as much as you wanted, didn't you, you fucking coward?"

Your stomach was floating. You could remember the way Mads became pissed off when CC got his colors before him, through his idea. You could still hear your own words telling your friend to calm down and give a chance to the new guy. CC was starting to explain himself to Hvitserk when you picked his gun on the ground and placed a bullet on the needle, calling everyone's attention when you pointed the gun to CC's body.

"Where is Tom?"

"He's at the storehouse, at the end of the docks. He intends to meet a contact so he can fly away from Denmark. We'll..." CC answered, but you cut him.

"You won't do anything!" you yelled "You'll shut your fucking mouth CC. I believed you. Mads suspected you weren't trustable, but I believed you. You stained my friend's name; you fucking stole his colors and you used him like a damn tool for your needs! I should shoot you as many times as you shoot Mads' honor. I should fuck you and leave you bleeding to death like the damn pig you are. But Mads loved you." You growled, looking at him. "Mads loved you like a brother, CC, and you fucked him."

You came closer, looking at him. Hvitserk's heavy eyes over yours, watching.

"I won't kill you. Mads wouldn't. I won't." you touched the gun's barrel on CC's knee, looking right into his eyes. "But you won't ever forget what you did to him, CC. You'll never forget what you did to Mads."

You shot his knee, again and again, changing the gun from one hand to another and shooting his other knee, three more times, being sure he would never be able to fully recover from those wounds.

CC growled in pain, throwing his head back, in agony. But you pulled his head, forcing him to look at you.

"Mads once told me you felt guilty for a man you let die when you were at war or something like that. A friend you felt responsible for killing."

You pulled the gun's comb, taking bullet by bullet away from it until there was only one. Then, you reloaded the gun placing the single bullet on the needle.

"Live with your marks and the guilt of knowing you did it again, you killed someone that trusted you, you left a newborn without his father and created a new widow. Live with Mads' death on your shoulders along with this one you already carry until the end of your life," you said, pushing the loaded gun on CC's belly, forcing him to hold it with his now free hands you untied for him. "Or die like the coward you were through your whole life."

You got up and Hvitserk stood by your side.

"I won't make things easier for you CC. You killed Mads. You may not have pulled that trigger, but you were the one who killed my brother. Live with it or clean the world of your despicable existence by yourself."

You turned yourself to leave. Hvitserk by your side.

"Tom is yours, I promise you," you said, tears pouring from your face when he held your hand, tightly.

"We'll do it together. Mads would want us to do it this way."

His thumb caressed your face, wiping the tears. And he touched your forehead softly with his own.

 The silence in between the two of you cut only by the short sound of a shot coming from the boat you left behind...

  Tom's car was parked outside of the dock where CC told you he would be. Inside, a man with a shot in his head indicating Tom was outta control, burning witnesses, getting rid of proofs.

Hvitserk took the care of picking up CC's phone before you left the boat and now he was aware of the messages of Tom - who was supposedly waiting for him at the docs - and of his messages with a detective from Denmark Police Station - probably the one to who he was delivering the whole shit he was getting from Mads. According to the messages, she was waiting for CC's confirmation about the place where Tom would be for that meeting to send the police there, so it got Hvitserk and you kinda free to act: CC would never send that confirmation message. So, she would never have the right location.

You parked CC's car you and Hvitserk stole near Tom's, leaving it there. There was one single storehouse with the giant door open.

The two of you came in, walking through the containers to find Tom near the back door of the place, trying to make a call he should have tried a thousand times that night. The cellphone ringed in Hvitserk’s hand, denouncing your presence.

"CC won't come, Tom," you said, your gun in your hand, pointing on him. "It's over."

"As long as the brotherhood exists, it will never be over," he answered, looking at you, seeing Hvitserk by your side. "I killed you," he said and Hvitserk walked forward, pulling down the hood, looking straight at Tom. "I put a bullet through your head, you bastard! You don't fucking die?" he cursed, pulling the gun and shooting towards Hvitserk who dodged jumping aside and kicking Tom's chest with both of his feet, throwing him on the ground, violently.

With one foot, Hvitserk stomped Tom's hand, using the other to kick the gun towards you.

“I came back from hell to drag you there with me, you son of a bitch.”

You didn't get closer this time. You just picked up the gun and looked at Tom when Hvitserk started kicking his stomach to be sure the bastard wouldn't get up once again.

"You killed the wrong person, Tom," you said, calmly.

Hvitserk kicking him randomly in the middle of your words.

"Mads wasn't your rat..." More kicks. "Mads was just a guy who was fighting his skin off to impress you and get your colors so he could be a part of what you so proudly called a brotherhood."

Hvitserk kicked again, walking around Tom, kicking different places of his body, taking the small pauses in between your sentences to strike Tom one more time.

"He was the only one who really took it for granted and dedicated his life, literally, to make your brotherhood bigger and something real. Mads respected your rules, he believed in your members. But you all only used him and guess what... Someone like you used him as well and got into your organization... CC was your rat, dear Tom." you said, lowering yourself down just to show a picture Hvitserk had taken from CC's boat with CC beside the police girl. The two of them talking to each other, laughing at each other.

"She would be here tonight," Hvitserk said, looking at Tom's agonized face. "CC used my brother to keep himself informed and reach you. And then, you started giving everything he wanted to know so he could fuck your damn brotherhood my brother wanted so bad to be into."

"Mads... had a twin... Fuck." Tom spat some blood, giggling. "The gods found a way to screw up things twice." he laughed, causing you to clench your teeth.

"Mads respected you!" you yelled.

"Mads... was a rat. He may not be the rat I was searching for... But he was nothing but a rat. A goat you sacrifice to the piranhas when the rest of the flock needs to cross the river... He was cattle. And he died like the cattle he was!"

Hvitserk kicked his jaw this time, causing Tom to grunt, spitting some teeth and blood from his bitten tongue.

"You fucking bite your tongue before speaking about my brother. He was a good person. He would be an amazing father. And he was good-hearted. He really believed he would be a part of your stupid club one day. But guess what? You guys killed my brother to protect your damn club. Then I want you to know, I'll fucking hunt every single one of your members. Every single one of the bastards that already used the Wolves' colors. And I'll kill them, Tom. I'll kill every single one of your damn brothers dear CC listed to me when he was making the relation of your members for the police to arrest. I... will fucking... ERASE... YOUR DAMN LEGACY... FROM THIS SHITTY WORLD!" Hvitserk yelled, stomping Tom's hips, back, legs and arms while yelling, furious. "And when I finish, there won't be a single trace of your stupid brotherhood in this world! When I finish, you won't be anything but ashes!"

"Seems like a good thing for me," you suggested, looking at Hvitserk. "There is a lot of flammable stuff in this place. Cripple him. Let's set this place on fire and see if his gods are willing to help him now."

Hvitserk smiled.

His thoughts remembering him how much his little brother insisted you were his perfect mate.

 But she's pyromaniac! She fucking loves any kind of fire!

 "Light this place, smukke," he said, starting to hit Tom's legs to be sure the bastard wouldn't be able to leave.

You prepared everything around, bringing things closer, spreading the flammable stuff around and preparing your box of matches.

Leaving Tom agonizing at the ground, Hvitserk started walking away from the storehouse with you and you left the match behind, starting a fire that soon started swallowing the whole place. The two of you picked up a pair of beers you had bought on the way to the docks, opening them with the sounds of Tom's screams.

"For Mads," you said.

And Hvitserk agreed, pouring some beer to the ground, drinking in Mads' salute until the screams were totally silenced.

 CC was dead, Tom was dead, your little brother was avenged. Now what?

After the last sip of that beer, you didn't know what to do now. Your club wasn't working anymore since the war of gangs started - to avoid the police to end up screwing everything. So, you were in your trailer, waiting for Mads' baby to come to kinda make your life better since he said he would make you the godmother of the boy... Now...

Now what?

You went home silently and your silence ended up calling Hvitserk's attention. He respected your silence until the two of you arrived in your trailer, exchanging some messages with his brothers through his phone.

"Ubbe settled Joy in one of our father's old properties. Mads boy will grow up in his favorite farmhouse," he said, breaking your thoughts for a moment.

You smiled, remembering how Mads used to say he would love to bring his child there to teach him how to ride a horse.

"Mads used to talk about that place. He would be happy to know this," you commented.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow with the club," Hvitserk said, causing your smile to become smaller.

Too soon, right?

"The crematory will release my brother's ashes and we intend to make a small ceremony while leaving, spreading his ashes on the road. Some family thing, to rest on the road we used to live in..." he explained, and you nodded, understanding the meaning of that.

You felt his fingers touching your chin, lifting your face up to look at him.

"Come with us," he said, surprising you with the invitation.

"What? I... You mean, leave everything and..." you stuttered, but his voice sounded firmer.

"And burn the road with me and my family. Run the world, know new places, sleep in cheap motels and enjoy life. Yeah. That's what I'm talking about. Come with us," he insisted, caressing your face with that thumb touch you were starting to get used in him. "Mads wanted us to be together, I like you and I want to know you better. And my brother told me dozens of times he was your family in here. There is nothing for you here now, smukke. It would be awesome to have you by my side."

It was an incredible experience: to run around the world with your bike and an amazing guy by your side. But...

"My bike is not for these trips, Hvits... I would have to keep you here for some time to fix it and improve and I don't have the money to..." you started seeing all the excuses and then, Hvitserk's index lifted your chin once again.

"Take Mads' bike with you. It's the last memory of my brother I would like to keep. And you're the one person I think he would like to have it. Joy will never let her child be a motorcyclist like his father and we all understand why. My brother's bike would be stuck forever at the garage and this is a terrible fate for such an important thing. Take it with you and come with us, smukke. This way, he'll be kinda traveling with you and me wherever we go."

You smiled. It sounded almost poetic...

"You know how to conquer a girl's 'yes', don't you?" you joked, accepting his invitation, lightly nodding at him.

He giggled in a sweet way. And for a second, you remembered your sweet Mads in his face. Somehow, it filled your heart with joy, instead of the sadness of before. Mads would be always with you guys, burning the road, smiling and laughing, living the best you and Hvitserk could live together to keep his memory alive.

In the morning, you packed your things and closed your trailer. It would be good to have a safe base, but you wouldn't come back there in a while. You and Hvitserk went to Mads' former house and picked up his motorcycle. You slid your fingers over it - a beautiful black Harley Davidson you knew how much your friend loved.

"I'll take care of her, Mads," you promised, turning it on and making the motor snore in a beautiful sound Mads used to get goosebumps from. "I'll take care of your princess."

Hvitserk smiled. He was sure no one would ever care for his brother's motorcycle as you were showing him you would. It was a good decision to give it to you. Even more, he could feel it was a good decision to invite you to go with them.

When the two of you arrived, the others were already waiting. Ubbe with the urn of Mads' ashes in his hands. It clenched your heart. But you knew your brother would like that special

tribute.

"She'll come?" the black-haired man from the burial asked, looking at Hvitserk.

"Yes, Ivar. She'll come with us," he answered.

And the one he called Ivar looked at you.

"Take good care of this, woman," he said, recognizing the motorcycle you were piloting. "You're driving my brother's princess. Make it worth the honor."

"I will," you said, and he nodded at you as Hvitserk took his place in the V formation they were disposed at the road.

You guided your bike to the position beside his, at the end of the V, and all the others turned their motorcycles on, indicating they were about to leave. Ubbe gave the urn to the blonde man on the top of the formation and he opened it, speaking to all of you.

"You live on the road. You stay on the road. We'll keep burning it for you, brother. All hail Mads!" he yelled.

And you joined the choir alongside Hvitserk and all his brothers after the first one.

"All hail Mads!"

The motorcycles started walking and the blonde one raised his hand with the urn, spreading the ashes on the wind while they were gaining speed. The sound Mads liked the most gaining volume until the ashes were all gone and the whole group was sounding like a single melody of potent motors you could really get used to hearing.

Ubbe pulled up the bike's nose and Hvitserk did the same calling the group to a faster pace and you followed them, feeling as if your life were starting all over again.

Mads would never smile at you once again, but somehow, you could feel in your heart the same good feeling you had whenever he smiled at you.

You were sure he was happy.

 From wherever he was looking at you all.

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How many times has Namor’s kingdom been over thrown or invaded at this point??

This is really long and if you wanted to count each time it has been destroyed and invaded it’s better to just give you a summary of the history of Atlantis’s treatment in Marvel. Marvel constantly destroys Atlantis, and it’s constantly under threat or has been invaded or Namor has been usurped. We also can’t forget the story of Atlantis begins with its destruction because it fell into the sea. Total count that I can recall is: 20 times of invasion or destruction. Of course there are some issues where the conflict was resolved within the same issue, or there were poisons and toxins as the water was polluted. Also the times that Namor’s cousins tried to take over the throne. These are the major ones and I tried to keep them in order. I hope someday Marvel can actually world build Atlantis rather than constantly tearing it down.

- Atlantis is destroyed and falls into the sea. This is called the Great Cataclysm.

Namor’s whole story begins in 1920 when his home is destroyed.

- When Namor’s father Leonard McKenzie and his crew began blasting the ice above Atlantis which at that point was located in the Antarctic waters, the debris from the explosions caused the city to become damaged and many died. (This is why Princess Fen was sent to the surface, to see what had caused the damage and bring back information, she falls in love, and has Namor.)

- During WWll his waters were invaded by Nazis, though not necessarily the main city, since Atlanteans were kinda spread out and Namor’s people were hurt/captured for experimentation.

- After the war, during an unspecified time in the years that followed, Namor gets amnesia and wanders the surface world and when Johnny Storm helps him regain his memories he finds an outpost that had been destroyed and his people were killed by the humans testing their nuclear bombs in the water. During this unspecified time Atlantis was destroyed by massive earthquakes, Princess Fen and Emperor Thakorr were killed. The reason for the earthquakes occurring were due to the serpent crown being discovered and used by human named Paul Destine (codename Destiny) who was the man who gave Namor amnesia.

- Emma Frost (the white queen) was ordered to bring Namor into the Hellfire Club since Sebastian Shaw (the black king) wanted Namor to become the white king. She fakes a suicide by drowning to get Namor to save her and take her to Atlantis, when Shaw didn’t hear from her for some time he sent out Sentinels to Atlantis, they destroyed parts of it in an attempt to kill Namor. Emma was horrified when she found out Shaw was responsible for the Sentinels. 

- Llyra the Lemurian, attempts to marry Namor while disguised as Lady Dorma to usurp the throne and have control of the kingdom, but her plan failed because Namor had already signed the bonding contract with Dorma days before the ceremony. She then kills Namor’s bride after running off from the ceremony. Namor leaves Atlantis because he wants to hunt her down.

- Namor finds a unconscious Magneto in the Savage Land and brings him back to Atlantis to heal, meanwhile Namor goes off on an adventure with the Fantastic Four and returns to find that Magneto had usurped his throne, Namor kicked him out.

- Namor deals with Attuma the Barbarian (an Atlantean enemy) constantly through his comics. Attuma is always trying to take the Throne of Atlantis, so I can’t count how many times Namor has had to fight him off.

- Namor attempts to create a new city for himself and his people after his marriage to Marrina, since he isn’t welcomed back in Atlantis, this city is abandoned when Namor is taken by Neptune to face trial against Zeus.

- Namor fights off the ancient faceless ones, an ancient monster race who attempted to invade Atlantis.

- Namor’s mother, Princess Fen is discovered alive after Namor regains his memories from another round of amnesia, (I think at this point it’s his third time having it?) but in truth it was not Princess Fen, but rather a witch-queen called Artys-Gran, who stole Fen's body in order to release her husband Suma-Ket, a pagan sorcerer-king who had been banished by Namor's ancestor Neptune thousands of years earlier. Fake Fen attempted to usurp the throne as well, but was defeated by Real Fen who was stuck in the witch-queen’s body and Real Fen sacrifices herself for her son and people.

- Llyra (the woman who poisoned his cousin Namora, killed his wife Dorma, and helped kill his father and is Namor’s arch enemy) comes back, disguised as Susan Storm she r*pes Namor (he didn’t consent to sleeping with her) and attempts to tell everyone that her son Llyron, is Namor’s son. 

(I need to take a minute here because dammit Bryne. This isn’t how Atlantean society WORKS.)

Turns out that Namor was sterile (HOW? TELL ME HOW BRYNE) because he was a half breed (EVEN THOUGH HE HAS TONS OF KIDS IN AU VERSES. This was also ignored/retconned in later comics) and Llyra had also been sleeping with a bunch of men (disguised as Phoebe Marrs) including Jim Hammond (who can’t give you a baby Llya, he is a freaking android) and Namor’s long lost half-brother Leon McKenzie (turns out Leonard got married at some point and had a kid) Llyra then shows up in Atlantis with a freaking full grown adult son, who was aged by a mad scientist, to lay claim to the throne of Atlantis through his McKenzie blood.

(AHHHHHHHHHH. BRYNE LISTEN THE WHOLE FREAKING POINT OF WHY NAMOR EVEN HAS CLAIM TO THE THRONE IS BECAUSE THE BLOOD OF NEPTUNE! NEPTUNE! NOT MCKENZIE FLOWS THROUGH HIS VEINS! ATLEANS HATE SURFACERS! WHY WAS THIS EVEN ALLOWED, EVERY SINGLE ATLANTEAN COUNCIL MEMBER WHO SIDED WITH THIS WAS TAKING CRAZY PILLS THAT DAY.)

Namor’s nephew Llyron gets the throne and kicks Namor out of Atlantis, right after we have the Atlantis Rising event, where Morgan Le Fay rises the whole city for her purposes and uses her magic for her plan. She is defeated by all the heroes coming together in this crossover event. Namor’s people die horribly, many of them suffocated in dry air, and Atlantis is broken. Namor sits upon an empty throne with no people left.

- At some point Atlantis is restored, during the Civil War arc (first one) Namor sides with Captain America, after the war, Tony Stark occupies Atlantis by keeping his army on the outside border, accuses Namor of terrorism. Namor discovers his long lost son, Kamar, who was responsible for the trouble on the surface, and even after proving that Atlantis had nothing to do with the attacks, still has Tony refusing to leave them alone. Namor orders his people to evacuate secretly, and then kills his son, and the man who murdered his cousin Namorita, by blowing up Atlantis.

- Atlantis is now gone, the people are scattered for a while, Namor sets up a city called Oceanus, then later is approached by Magneto to rebuild Atlantis under Utopia. New Atlantis is made and there is trouble with underwater vampires. This is the Utopia arc during the time of the X-Men. Atlantis is destroyed after Utopia/the Phoenix Five falls.

- Atlantis is rebuilt at some point, and then we have Avengers Secret War event and the Incurisions. Namor and Black Panther (Tchalla) are hostile to each other. Namor attempts to make peace. Queen Shuri orders soldiers to attack Atlantis as revenge for the attack on Wakanda when Namor was phoenix possessed. Namor’s people lay dying as Proxima Midnight invades. Namor sends her to Wakanda.

- Atlantis is now somehow rebuilt at some point. The Squadron Supreme destroys Atlantis and kills Namor. Namor got better by some of Squadron playing with time to bring him back to life, and some members rebuild Atlantis with him.

- Hydra invades Atlantis, and destroys a temple before Namor pretends to comply with them.

- Namor joins Jean Grey’s X-Men, the Kid Abomination is sent to Atlantis and destroys some buildings before being stopped.

- Namor’s warriors were killed by Roxxon soldiers while they were trying to stop Roxxon. Namor captures them, and brings them back to a broken Atlantis. Atlantis had been destroyed by the Final Host, his city was crushed. Namor releases the Roxxon soldiers to the Avengers, however he later kills them by flooding their cells in the surface prison. Meanwhile, the children of Atlantis, tired of their home constantly being destroyed tried to go to the surface to get help from the Avengers. They died on the beach while humans looked on and laughed and didn’t help the atlantean children as they suffocated on air. 

After learning of this Namor declares war on the surface world and begins to rebuild Atlantis. This is where we currently are in the comics as of Avengers (2018) #9.

[malenamoonlight]

I watched the first couple episodes of Vikings and I love Lagertha. I also love writing, and I'm really excited about doing a crossover fic with her. My challenge is this: Lagertha, at least from what I've seen, is on-screen for less than half of each episode. That makes watching the show for her seem like a chore; I'd rather be writing! But I want a better sense of her character and her voice for my fic. So, are there Lagertha-centric episodes that you recommend?

“Trial” (1x04)

She left her children in Athelstan’s care and went on a long trip to raid with her man. She’s constant in a conflict with her duties as a mother and her inner warrior desires, her true nature. This is, actually, a modern conflict that thousands of women face every day (job X maternity/marriage). We see a extremely brave woman that kills to protect another woman (Lagertha and saxon woman X Knut). And, at Ragnar’s trial, who took the blame for Knut’s murder, she couldn’t see her man being wrongly accused, so she assumed that she’s the guilty one, and she even cursed Earl Haraldson lol (may Thor strike you dead).

This is LAGERTHA. Her true nature.

A King’s Ransom (1x07)

Since she became the Queen of Kattegat, it’s very common to see people on the fandom calling her dumb. I saw people even comparing her to “Donald Trump”, because she decided to build a wall to keep Kattegat safe, and because Ivar is a “genius”, so everybody else is dumb for those people. So, I chose a scene to suggest otherwise… but, unfortunately, I didn’t find the scene on Youtube, so I will transcript it:

What is the problem here? The problem is her! What has she done? She has had a child - the boy in her arms.What of it? He’s not my child. We tried for many years to have children, but without success. And then, just over a year ago, a young man came to the door. I remember the day, I was making a loom. The young man said his name was Rig. He gave us some good advice on our work and stayed at our house. After three days, he left. And then nine months later, she gave birth to a son.Whose child is it? I do not know, my lady. We were all in the same bed. I was too scared-you see? She is not an honest woman. She had sex with Rig, and could not bring herself to tell me the truth! Do you know who this Rig was? No. He was just a young man.On the contrary. We know from our ancient stories that Rig is another name for Heimdal.The God Heimdal? My lady! Yes, the God Heimdal! You are fortunate that he chose your household to appear in. That’s just a story! Our whole lives are just stories. You should be ashamed you did not trust your wife, despite the joy and comfort she has brought you, and the fact that a God chose you of all people to visit.Do not punish her, but rejoice with her.Drink wine with her.And sacrifice one of your animals to Heimdal the God.But if I hear you have harmed this woman, or this child, you will answer for it to me!

She was so sensitive to this woman’s situation. She put herself in her place, and did her best to settle the matter. Ragnar left her pregnant, taking care of Kattegat, while he was raiding in England. She’s far from being a dumb ruler.Here’s one more fact, she faced the spread of a deadly disease, that wiped out several people in Kattegat, including her own daughter, while Ragnar was away, doing his own stuff and f*cking Aslaug.

Yep, she’s a good ruler.

“Answers in Blood” (2x05)

After four years since she left, hearing about what Ragnar was going through, she went to help him.In that same episode, Princess Aslaug was very insecure with Lagertha’s presence in Kattegat. Even so, Ragnar asked Lagertha to stay, but she denied and took off.

Lagertha: Regarding my son, I don’t know what to do. Ragnar: Then he should stay. You both should stay. Lagertha: Your wife would not be happy. Ragnar: I imagine not.

“As for me I must go back to my husband.I have a duty; I am a responsible person.But I leave my son in your good hands.Look after him, Ragnar.He’s all I have left.”

She respected Aslaug, who’s in a vulnerable situation, pregnant, and still trying to establish herself as Ragnar Lothbrok consort.

Aslaug: Lagertha! Thank you. There are no possible words to describe What you have done for us. I will always be in your debt.Lagertha: The debt is already paid. The future is open. Trust in the gods. Live for each moment.

Another two facts from season 2 that shows the true Lagertha’s essence:

- Kills her abusive husband in self defense;- And this:

Lagertha: How’s your baby? How’s Ivar?

Aslaug: Do you know?

Lagertha: Yes. And I tell you this, what you’re doing is far more courageous than fighting in a shield wall. I just want you to know.

Aslaug: Thank you.

(02x10)

…

I hope that answers your question. I feel so happy doing that, wrinting about the Lagertha I madly fell in love :)

[im-fairly-whitty]

Okay so I take it you've seen incredibles 2, in the villain AU do Hector and Imelda ever have to deal with some pesky supers or is their badness under wraps enough that they don't really have any super nemesis?

Incredibles x villain au crossover?

Well, there’s no superheroes in the OG villain au, but it’s late and I’m amused so I’ll take the bait. First of all, in Incredible!Villain au Hector and Imelda are both supers themselves, though they never tell anyone.

Hector has the ability to turn things to metal (as seen in Super!teacher au) if he comes in contact with them, but he doesn’t have reliable control over his powers in this universe either, meaning that if he becomes at all distracted he can turn anything his hands touch to metal. This can range from a shirt to a human, meaning that he always wears a set of gloves Elsa-style that allow him to touch things without worrying about accidentally turning it to steel. (The gloves are made of a wire mesh so fine that it looks like silky fabric.)

No one knows about his secret though, other than Imelda, who has a secret of her own.

Imelda’s superpower is the ability to dampen the powers of other supers based on proximity. The closer they are, the more easily she can “turn off” their powers. This allows her to have an intimate relationship with her husband, who adores her beyond words for “fixing” him when she’s nearby, letting him hold his own children and wife close whenever he likes, a dream he was never sure he’d be able to accomplish when he was younger.

The only other person who knew of their powers was Ernesto, but he didn’t end up sticking around long enough to be a problem… Ernesto was still killed with his own poison, but the path that murder set Imector on is even darker with the addition of their secret abilities.

With Imelda by his side, Hector is able to accomplish fame and fortune just like in OG villain au, but now they have extra ability to “take care” of those who get in their way. All it takes is a private handshake with a filthy journalist and the problem is silenced forever, no to mention that the metallic evidence can easily be melted down without a trace.

And if the person snooping around happens to be of the super variety?

Well, Imelda just comes along of course.

Superheroes are really quite pathetic fighters when they find themselves powerless, none of them ever seem to plan for that possibility. And sometimes when a super disappears the Rivera family sometimes even “builds” a statue in their honor. Always so lifelike… But as always murder is rarely resorted to, only the very last ditch when all else fails, and Imector much prefers to enjoy their lives without that kind of unpleasantness.

Hector genuinely loves supers and it’s in Imector’s best interest to support pro-super legislation anyway, so they are constantly hosting supers from all over the world at their mansion for galas and parties. They use their fame and wealth to publically help connect Mexican supers with politicians and law enforcement in ways that set up the Riveras as stalwart friends of both the super and non-super community alike.

Ruy is the only one to inherit super genes, and him being careless with them as a young adult in a way that could expose and damage the family is a huge point of friction between him and his parents.

[itspixelberrychoicestime]

My classmate’s (Ghostly) girlfriend

Book: The Freshmore Series (Particularly TS book 2) x Haunting of Braidwood Manor

Summary: When Kaitlyn and Emily (MC) were watching the Braidwood Manor doc, Kaitlyn figured something about her previous classmate’s girlfriend.

Pairings: Kaitlyn x Emily, Hannah (HoBM MC) x Eleanor

Rating: T for language

Genre: Crossover

Warning: Mentions of familicide, infanticide and suicide.

Kaitlyn and Emily had the house all to themselves for the night.  It was 6 in the evening and almost everyone was out of the house. Chris had a student body meeting, Becca was at work and Zack was at Tyler and Abbie’s for their game night.

The girlfriends were watching the Braidwood documentary with host Casandra Leigh narrating the events before the Waverley family’s deaths. 

“Early 20th century New England is rocked by the murder and suicide of Rose Waverley and the Waverley children. William Waverley, the patriarch and war hero came home to discover his young children poisoned and his eldest daughter with a silt throat and his wife burned...”

“Ugh, even after watching this about 30 times, I still can’t believe a mom would do something like that.” Emily groaned. 

Kaitlyn placed her head against her girlfriend’s shoulder. “It’s actually sad. I mean, you think your husband died in the war, so you kill your kids and kill yourself.”

They continued to watch the documentary.

“Although Rose attempted to burn the manor, the basement was only place damaged from the fire...”

The camera had panned the hallways with portraits of each family member. The youngest member Simon Waverley with his innocent demeanor, the youngest daughter Clarissa giving a small cheeky smile, the first born son Thomas and his smirk, and the eldest daughter Eleanor posing elegantly. The camera focused more on Eleanor’s portrait, panning closely towards her face and then her eyes.

The scene ended and showed the patriarch and and matriarch of the Waverley family.

By then, something clicked in Kaitlyn’s mind. 

“Hold the fuck up!” Kaitlyn yelled. Emily jumped at her girlfriend’s reaction. “Ems, rewind it and paused it for a moment!”

Emily grabbed the DVR remote and rewind it for a moment until Kaitlyn yelled “Pause right there!”

Emily did as so and the TV screen was a portrait of the eldest daughter. The portrait of Eleanor Waverley was hanged in the grand hallway along with her other family members. Kaitlyn looked at the portrait very closely, wondering who did she remind her of.

“Uh, Kaitlyn?” Emily raised a brow. “Are you okay?”

Kaitlyn kept observing the portrait for a moment. “I swear, I think I know someone looks just like her.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Back in winter quarter in Freshmen year, a classmate of mine Hannah started dating this girl...”

“Yeah and?”

“I think her name was Eleanor.”

Kaitlyn backed away from the TV screen and sat next to her girlfriend. Emily turned off the TV. “Okay, that’s enough TV for today.”

“The last time I’ve seen Hannah and her girlfriend was back at the coffee shop in winter quarter.”

Emily patted Kaitlyn’s back. “Maybe it’s all the stress from the house situation, and besides-- isn’t it common for a girl with a name like Eleanor?”

Kaitlyn shrugged. “I guess so. Maybe you do have a point.”

Emily lit her girlfriend up. “C’mon, wanna go get some ice cream?”

Kaitlyn kissed Emily’s cheek. “You had me at ice cream.”

Once they were at a local ice cream shop, Kaitlyn and Emily were eating their ice cream, minding their own business.

“You’re right-- Ice cream is a good distraction.” Kaitlyn said as she finished hers.

Emily placed her hand on top of Kaitlyn’s. “Told ya. Have a little faith.”

Kaitlyn returned the gesture with interwinding their fingers and locking their hands. As she was about to kiss Emily, Kaitlyn recognized her former classmate Hannah and another girl walking into the ice cream parlor. 

With Hannah walking hand-in-hand with the girl with the braid hanging on her shoulder, Kaitlyn finally recognized her.

By the time Hannah saw Kaitlyn, she and her girlfriend walked towards them. “Hey!” She cheered.

“Oh, hey Hannah-- I haven’t seen you since-”

“Last year?” Hannah finished her sentence. “Yeah... I’ve been taking a year break after last winter quarter and been working since.”

“So, you’ll be back next school year?”

“Yeah! You remember Eleanor, right?” Hannah grinned.

Kaitlyn nodded. She was so lost. Back in her freshman year, Hannah seemed depressed. She remembered during her study groups with Hannah, being often quiet and reclusive towards most people. She wasn’t so use to seeing her glad and smiling brightly. 

“Is this your girlfriend?” Hannah asked.

Kaitlyn snapped out of her thoughts. “Uh, yeah! Hannah and Eleanor, this is my girlfriend Emily. Emily, Hannah and Eleanor.”

“Oh, nice to meet you!” Emily greeted and shook each of their hands. Emily was just as surprised.

“You too,” Hannah replied.

“Likewise.” Eleanor smiled. “I’ll go get a tub, what flavor?”

“How about pistachio.” Hannah suggested and Eleanor went to one of the freezers.

“I should get going-- It was nice seeing you again! Hopefully we’ll see each other in school! And it was nice meeting you, Emily!” Hannah left to catch up with her girlfriend.

Right afterwards, Kaitlyn and Emily left the parlor. By the time they were in the clear from Hannah and her girlfriend, Emily finally spoke up.

“Holy shit, she does look like her.”

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 26

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, murder (sort of SOA canon), character torture. This part is a little dirty, y’all.

Word Count: 5,000

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist    Aesthetic by @ravenangel33​

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As Jax pulled into your driveway, bringing you and your newborn son home from the hospital, you saw Crowley waiting for you on the porch.

“Wonder what he wants.” Jax said as he pulled the SUV the two of you had recently bought toward the garage.

“Welcome home his new nephew, possibly. He didn’t swing by the hospital at all.” Jax shrugged as you zipped your jacket up, grabbed the strap of the diaper bag and got out of the car.

“Welcome home, kitten. I trust you’re feeling well?” You looked up at him as Jax grabbed the car seat and nodded.

“Good as I can be after 18 hour labor.” He nodded slightly as the two of you walked up the steps.

“Finally settle on a name?” He asked as he looked at your son. Jax nodded as he held the car seat up a little higher.

“We did just this morning. After 9 months of debates, we decided on John Filip after our fathers and a good friend from Charming.” You smiled at the choices you had agreed on and went to take a step toward the door to get out of the snow and freezing cold but Crowley put his hand out in front of you.

“Love the meaning behind the names. I have some business to discuss with the pair of you quickly. This ‘Juice’ character has been dealt with.” He said as he pulled out a folder from his coat pocket and handed it to Jax. “Painful and messy; proof is there. The message that it was from SAMCRO was given to him and only him. No evidence was left behind.” Jax set down the car seat on the porch and opened the folder. You knew right away what he had found to complete the job.

“Werewolf?” You asked as you looked up at him and he nodded with a laugh.

“Can’t get anything past a Winchester. Now, as for Clay and Gemma. Getting hellhounds into a prison is not difficult for me to do; however, I know both of you would love to be the ones behind the bullet, so to speak.” You and your husband both nodded slowly.

“Where are you going with this.” Jax asked. Crowley smiled and chuckled.

“Using the werewolf gave me an idea I think you would both find pleasurable. Shape shifters.” The concept clicked in your head and a giant smile spread across your face.

“Can you pull it off?” You asked excitedly. Crowley’s smile dropped and he looked at you with mock annoyance.

“Really, darling; must you insult me?”

“So what, you’d put shape shifters in the cells that look like Clay and Gemma and bring the real people to us?” Jax asked and Crowley nodded.

“And kill off the shape shifters immediately with hell hounds so they can’t shift into someone else.” You and Jax looked at each other for only a second before looking back at Crowley.

“Do it.” You said simultaneously.

“Wonderful. Get settled in; I’ll be round in an hour. I’ll call first so Lyla can distract Thomas.” You nodded as Crowley bent down, snapped a little teddy bear into his hand and tucked it into the carseat beside your sleeping son. “A gift from Uncle Ree, little John.” He stood up and smiled at the newborn before disappearing.

“Talk about a welcome home present.” Jax said as he picked up the car seat and headed inside.

“Now the fun question is how are we gunna do it? We’re home!” You called out; receiving a screech from your son from upstairs. The two year old ran as fast as he could to the gate to wait for you to come up.

“Is that my brudder?” He asked as he wrapped his little hands around the banisters and looked down at you.

“That’s your brother. Did you tell Uncle Opie and Aunt Lyla what his name is?” You asked as you headed up the stairs, even though they already knew. Your oldest son looked up at Ope and Lyla with a big grin.

“That’s my brudder, John. I’m big brudder now.” He said proudly as he stepped away from the gate to let you and Jax through.

“John Filip. Spelt the way Chibs spells it.” You said as the five of you headed toward your room.

“I picked Filip, She picked the spelling.” Jax said as you sat down on the far side of the bed. Opie put Thomas up next to you as Jax put the car seat on the bed. “So we ran into Crowley on the porch.” He told your friends as he picked his tiny son up proudly.

“Yea, he was here for a little bit before you got home. Said he needed to run something by you.” Lyla said as Jax gently handed her his youngest.

“Yea and he gave me this.” Jax said as he handed Opie the folder. “Proof of delivery of Juan Ortiz.” Ope’s eyebrows flew too his hair line as he opened the folder and leafed through the photos.

“This is brutal.” He said as he handed Jax back the folder.

“He was given the message that it was from the MC and got what he deserved.” Jax said as he walked over and put the folder in the top drawer of his dresser so it could be put in the safe in the basement later. “He also had an idea.” He sat down on his side of the bed and Opie and Lyla sat down at the end.

“So he is gunna get some shape shifters and drop them in… the other hit’s cells.” You said as you glanced down at your son, knowing that he would recognize his grandparent’s names. Jax did the same and continued in code.

“He’s gunna bring the real marks here so they can meet Mr. Mayhem in person and he’s gunna send in the mutts to clean up the other end so they can’t give it away.”

“When?” Ope asked as Lyla passed him your son to hold for a bit.

“Hour; before the boys get here. So Lyla if you don’t mind distracting…?” You said and she nodded vigorously. 

“Absolutely. I’m not good with��� stuff.” You smiled as Thomas got up and walked over to Opie.

“Can I have my brudder now?” He said as he put his hands on his hips. Ope smiled as Jax reached out and grabbed his son by the sides.

“What do you say?” He asked his son as he pulled him to sit back against the pillows. Ope passed John to you as your oldest sighed.

“Pwease.” You smiled as you laid John in Thomas’ arms with Jax’s help. You smiled as you looked at the two little loves of your life.

“Wait, I wanna get a picture. Don't look up at me stay just like that.” Lyla said as she jumped off the bed to stand at the end. You stayed put with a smile on your face until you heard the click.

“Alright, let me see.” You said as you reached out for your friends phone. She handed it over with a smile. You leaned back against the pillows as Jax leaned over behind Thomas to look and your heart instantly melted. 

Both of you were looking down at Thomas and John. You had your hand on top of Thomas’ resting on John’s side and Jax had one hand on Thomas’ shoulder and the other on John’s head. Some of Jax’s blonde hair was hanging in his face and you could honestly say you had never seen him look that happy before.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Jax said as he looked away from the picture to look up at you. You looked over at him and smiled as you handed Lyla her phone back.

“You happy?” You asked as you pushed the fallen strands back behind his ear.

“Never been happier, babe.” He leaned forward and gave you a chaste kiss before sitting back and looking at his sons.

“Just call us when you’re ready.” Ope said softly as he ushered his wife out of the room.

“I want one.” She told him softly and you giggled as you looked at your boys.

—— 

“So the boys are three hours out and Crowley is on his way. We’re all set on my end.” You said as you stepped out on the back porch and laid your mug of hot chocolate on the arm of your chair. You looked at Opie, who was building a small fire in the fire pit you had pulled up onto the porch and gave him a small nod before looking over at Jax. You could see that he only partially heard what you had said just by the look on his face. He wanted revenge and you could tell he was almost excited to get it. He leered down at the porch railing at the various tool and weapons he had there; plotting and planning the demise of Clay and Gemma.

“Lyla has Tommy in his room watching ‘Aladdin’ . She’ll call me if the baby wakes up.” You nodded at him as you heard the settling of chairs in the snow in front of you.

“Baby? What baby?” Gemma’s voice called out. You looked up toward the sound. Hate, rage and joy filled your heart as you looked at your two in-laws, tied to chairs in your backyard and an evil smile crossed your face.

“No. See, you don’t get to ask questions about my children, ‘mom’.” You sneered as you walked to the edge of the porch. “You lost that chance months ago when you tried to have it killed.” She looked at you, shocked and put on an act of offense.

“What?! I did nothing…”

“Don’t lie!” Jax growled at her as you pulled your your gun from the small of your back and fired a shot through the meaty part of her left arm. Her cry of agony echoed with the shot over your property as you walked down the stairs to stand in front of her.

“See, Gemma. Here’s the deal. We all know you are lying right now. After all, you did sign off on JT’s murder all those years ago…” Tears filled her eyes as they shot up to her son on her porch. Jax simply glared at her with a look of pure hate and disgust. 

“Jackson…I-I didn’t…”

“Save it.” You told her as you crouched down in front of her. “He read the letters; all of them. You were right to have been worried about them.” She glared back down at you with all the hate she had. You simply smiled, raised your gun and pointed it at her face. 

“Oh, I know what you must be thinking. ‘You did this to take my babies away, you stupid gash.’ But I gotta say, that’s only partially true. You see, I never wanted to take him away from you. I would never, ever purposely hurt my husband and my family like that by just showing him letters that showed what kind of mother you are. But you kinda forced my hand, Gem. Because you made me show him those letters… after he saw the video of you trying to make a deal with a demon to kill his wife and unborn child, I had no choice.” Her face dropped and you laughed. 

“Yea, he saw that too. He also heard the voicemail that Clay left for the cartel assassin to have him killed.” You said as you glanced over at you father-in-law. He kept looking forward but he tightened his hands into fists as you got up and stood in front of him. “Just so you know, that 30k bought us a new car, so thanks for that.”

“What do you want?!” Gemma shouted. You giggled and walked back over to her with a shake of your head.

“I don’t want anything for you. You’ve already given me what I want.” You told her as you pulled the collar of your shirt down and tapped your gun against your crow. “Now, I would love to stay and chat; maybe show off a little something I learned in the eight years I spent in hell but my cocoa is getting cold and… well, no one likes cold cocoa.” You smiled as you fired another bullet into the fatty part of her right arm and looked up at Crowley who was standing behind the two of them.

“Photo evidence of the other half of this transaction are on their way. Anything else?” He said over Gemma’s sobs. You gave him a short nod and gestured to the two prisoners with your gun.

“Can you put a heater down here or something? Don’t want to lose them to the weather. And their voices; well, my kids don’t need to hear them so we could do without those as well.” Crowley nodded as you headed back up to the porch. You stopped in front of Jax, who you knew was only seeing red as he looked at the two people who had raised him. “They are all yours. You got about two hours.” He finally looked at you with a slight look of confusion.

“You’re not taking her?” You shook your head and cupped his cheek in your gloved palm.

“No, baby. She only tried to kill me. She actually killed your dad. That’s your revenge to take. I get mine by watching her suffer.”

“Fuck, you’re just as secretly twisted as I am.” He said as he gave you a chaste kiss and grabbed a pair of pliers. “Let me know when I’m running out of time.” You nodded as you pulled off your gloves and walked over to the fire place. You sat down on the edge of you chair next to Ope to warm up as Jax dropped his winter jacket on the porch and headed down the steps.

“I was hoping to see what you had learned in hell.” Crowley said as he snapped a seat on your other side.

“Yea, well it’s not my revenge to take. Beside’s that, I’m not big into the torture game, anyways unless I’m trying to get information.” You picked up your mug, sat back in your chair and smiled over at the King of Hell. “That and it’s more fun to torture demons. You guys are human shaped glow sticks.” You smiled into your mug and Crowley chuckled as a demon appeared with a folder similar to the one the pictures of Juice came in.

“Yes, well I would appreciate if you wouldn’t torture my demons for the light show, kitten.” He said as he flipped through the photos before handing it over to you. “Now, I have some other business to take care of. You have a pair of guards out front and this one will be stationed roughly an hour away. He will let you know when Sam and Dean are close and they will clean up any mess you need them too.” You smiled at him as he stood up and looked down at you. He hesitated just a little longer than usual and a wave of unease washed over you.

“Shit… what?” His eyebrows arched and he shook his head as he bent down to kiss your cheek.

“Nothing, darling. Simply… admiring your radiant glow.” He disappeared and you shook your head.

“What was that?” Ope asked.

“I don’t know.” You said as you looked at the empty chair left next to you.

“You don’t think he would turn us in…?” He inquired nervously. You shook your head and looked over at your friend.

“No. He sees the boys as his family which means we are his family. He won’t betray us. That look…” you said gesturing to where he had been standing moments before. “… means something is wrong with one of my brothers or there is a supernatural problem. He feels guilty he can’t warn me.” 

“Why can’t he warn you?” You sighed and took a sip of your drink, letting the hot liquid warm you from the inside in the below freezing temperature.

“I told him not to. I’m not a hunter anymore, Ope. I know me well enough to know that if I knew about all the evils my brothers were facing every day, I would want to help. I won’t do that to my family. I won’t let my sons be raised the way I was… I can’t. We just got them some semblance of normal getting out of Charming, I’m not gunna throw them back into chaos if I can avoid it.”

“What are you two talking about?” Jax asked as he walked up the steps. He dropped a few tools in a bloody pile at the top of the stairs and grabbed his pack of cigarettes.

“Something’s going on with Sam and Dean and I was just tellin’ Ope why I won’t dig into it.” Jax, knowing your reasoning already, handed you the now blood covered pack of smokes.

“Light me one, babe.” He said as he put his Zippo on the arm of the chair before showing you the blood covering his latex glove covered hands. “Well, boys will be here in a few hours, you can ask them if you want.” You shook your head as you held the lit cigarette up to him. He bit it between his teeth while you lit one for yourself.

“Nope, I know myself too well for that. I’ll either hear about it when it gets too extreme or when it’s all done.” You took a long drag of the first cigarette you had in nine month and sighed. “God, you two have no idea how good that tastes.” The men chuckled as Jax collected more tools and his knife from the railing.

“We spent time in prison, we know.” Ope said. You shook your head and looked over at him as you pointed at him with the smoke.

“You have no idea. People don’t smoke around you in prison. I’ve been around you assholes smoking every day for the last 9 months. That’s like the cock tease to end all cock teases right there.”

“No, babe. The cock tease to end all is how we got our newest addition.” Jax said around his cigarette through grit teeth. He stopped at the top of the steps with a smirk. “So it serves you right.”

“You got another kid out of it and a cute one at that!” You called out to him as he headed back down the stairs. You looked up at the bloody mess in front of you and sighed. “I hope this gives him the closure he needs.” You said softly as you watched your husband take a screw driver and slam it into Clay’s knee. Clay’s face contorted and he opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. You glanced at Gemma who was silently sobbing as she watched her husband and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“It will. This is how Jax gets his closure.” You nodded at your friend as you took another drag off your smoke. You remained quiet for the rest of the two hours as Jax went back and forth inflicting the pain he felt fit the personal crimes the Morrow’s had committed against him and his family. 

Jax used every tool in his arsenal; from knives to common household tools, salt and bleach. Alternating back and forth from offender to offender; more Clay then Gemma. Sometimes he spoke; voicing the dark thoughts in his mind or happy family memories he shared with his son or real father. Every word maliciously chosen to inflict as much damage as the bleeding wounds and open holes on the bodies. He never once gave them the satisfaction of knowing the gender or name of his youngest child.

You couldn’t look away; like a car accident that was careening out of control. You didn’t notice Opie get up and head inside or the demon that popped in at the beginning of the second hour to check on progress. You couldn’t feel the cold seeping into your bones as the fire died down. All you could focus on was how much pain your husband was in because of the family members that tried to take everything from him.

“Mrs. Teller?” A small, male voice said as Jax was standing over Clay’s dead body. The mutilated flesh looked so foreign against the crisp white snow that surrounded the rest of the backyard. The blood that pooled at your husband’s feet had started to freeze long ago. You forced yourself to look away; taking a moment to realize it was the first time you had moved a muscle in over two hours. You nodded as a young, black eyed man stepped over at you. “Sam Winchester just past the hour away mark.” You nodded as you went to look back at Jax before the demon’s words permeated the fog you appeared to be in.

“Wait, just Sam?” The demon nodded and you stood up. “Alright, thanks.” You said as you cracked your neck and back. “Jax, time to wrap up.” He nodded as he looked back at his mother. His chest, now bare and blood splattered, heaved from the adrenaline that had coursed through him. He pulled out the gun in the small of his back and cocked it. You stood up with a sigh as the Glock shook in his hand. Gemma, a fighter like she always was, tried to look up at her son and you could see the resolve in Jax break. With a small sigh, you stepped off the porch and walked over at him. As gently as you could, you wrapped your hand around his and took the gun. He looked up at you and you gave him a small nod. “I got it.”

“Together.” He said as he shifted to stand behind you, holding your hand and the gun in his hand. He slipped his finger over yours on the trigger as you aimed the gun at Gemma. She looked up at the two of you and with the smallest nod and a single tear, you squeezed the trigger as Jax’s simply hovered in place. You both stood there for a moment, saying good bye to a huge part of you life before you turned toward Jax.

“Let’s get you inside and cleaned up, baby.” He put his wrist under your chin and tiled your head up to look at him. As you searched his tear filled blue eyes, his own searching yours with so many various emotions, you took a deep breath and brushed his blood stained blonde hair back behind his ear. “I know.” He pulled you in for hug, holding you tight as he buried his face in your neck. You could feel his tears falling on your skin and your heart broke for him. The two of you stayed there until the cold finally got to him and you pulled yourself back. 

“Go get cleaned up, baby. Sam is an hour out. Leave your sneakers and your jeans at the top of the basement stairs so I can get the blood out. I’ll be up in a second.” He nodded as he ripped off the latex gloves and cupped your cheeks in his hands.

“I love you so fucking much, (Y/N). I’ll never let anyone hurt you or our boys.” You smiled as you reached between his arms and brushed his tears away with your thumbs.

“I love you too, baby. So much more than I could ever put into words.” He nodded in agreement as he pulled you in for a gentle kiss. After a moment, he pulled back and sighed. With one final glance down at Gemma and Clay, he crinkled his nose slightly and spit on the ground between their heads. Without another word, he headed into the house to get cleaned up. 

“I have a list of the shit he used, please clean the blood off it all and give everything to Crowley to return.” You said to the demon that was still standing on the porch as you gathered all of your husband’s blood covered clothes to bring down to the basement. “Make sure that there is no blood left in the snow or on the porch and I want photos of this.” The man nodded at you as you grabbed your forgotten cocoa mug, the folder of pictures of the shape shifters to add to the safe and the pack of cigarettes.

“Burn or bury the bodies?” He asked as you opened the door. You glanced back and scoffed.

“Burn them in the fires of hell where they belong. Crowley got the souls as payment for this.”

——

“We named him John.” You said softly as you laid your newborn son gently in your brother’s arms. “After dad and Jax’s dad. Birthday is November 14th.”

“I like it.” Sam said as he settled back against the couch. “I know he would like that, too.” He smiled down at his nephew, his dimples visible a mile away as Thomas climbed up next to him.

“That’s my brudder, Unca Sam.” He said as he kneeled on the couch. Your brother chuckled and ruffled your son’s hair.

“Yea he is kiddo, and you’re gunna be the best big brother ever, aren’t you?” Thomas nodded as Jax strolled into the room, his wet hair slicked back and beads of water glistening on his bare chest. He had been in the shower for nearly an hour and you knew him well enough to know that that was his was of decompressing the heavy shit he had dealt with that day.

“He looks like (Y/N).” Your husband claimed as he sat down on the arm rest of the couch next to you. He put his hand on your back in-between your shoulder blades.

“I can see it. It’s funny that the boys are the exact opposite on who they look like.” Sam said as he looked up at you. “Tommy looks like Jax with your eyes and vice versa for John.” You nodded as you rested your arm on Jax’s leg.

“See I see Jax in both boys,” you said as you looked at your sons. “but I guess that’s just a mom thing.” Sam nodded in agreement and the room fell silent. You glanced up at your husband for a moment and almost as if he could read your mind, he nodded.

“Hey son, why don’t you go see if Aunt Lyla needs help with dinner? It would help mommy out a lot.” Thomas, who loved cooking with Lyla, practically flew off the couch toward the kitchen while calling out her name. You rubbed your husband’s knee and took a deep breath as Sam looked up at you.

“I don’t wanna know what, I just wanna know if he’s OK?” Sam sighed as he put his ankle on his knee and ran his free hand through his long brown hair.

“He’s…sick.” You sighed as you rested your elbows on your knees.

“I’m guessing it’s not the kinda sick Cas can just zap away either?” Your brother shook his head slowly and looked down at John to avoid eye contact.

“Crowley and Dean got themselves in a sticky situation but we’re handling it. We are at the point where we even have Crowley’s witch mother involved.”

“Oh shit…” You groaned as you got up from the couch. You walked over to the fireplace, fighting against your natural instincts to find out more. “How’s that working out for you?” Sam huffed a laughed and looked up at you with a half mouth smirk.

“I spend half my days in Scotland and half my days in England listening to one squawk about the other. How do you think it’s going?” You rolled your eyes in sheer annoyance and smiled.

“Serves you idiots right, gettin’ in way above your pay grade.” You looked over at Jax, tossing the next question around in your head but Sam cut your thought off at the knees.

“I won’t tell you even if you ask.” You looked over at him curiously and he shook his head. “You’re my best friend, (Y/N), I know that look. You’re out and I’m keeping you out. You got two boys, a husband, a job and a house. I won’t let you come back for this. We’ve dragged you through enough… I’ve got this one. It’s not pretty, harder than what we have seen before but not impossible.” The two of you looked at each other for a moment, having a silent conversation that could reach the greatest depths of the oceans with just micro face expressions. With a sigh, you threw your hands up and sighed.

“Fine… just bring him back in one piece, OK?” Sam nodded as Thomas came running back in the room.

“Nn-t Ly says it dinner time.” You smiled at your little boy as Jax jumped off the couch.

“Dinner time?! It’s dinner time?!” He exclaimed as he picked your son up, and threw him over his shoulder. You heard your son burst into a fit of giggles as Jax blew a raspberry on his side and headed into the dining room. You looked over at Sam.

“Do I need to be worried about the issues behind why De is sick.” Your brother shook his head as he got up and met you half way with John.

“We got it all handled already. Just trying to dig out of the grave we dug and staying out of the grave at the end of the day.” You looked up at your brother and sighed before you rolled your eyes and headed toward the dining room.

“Crowley was right. You two are flannel clad morons sometimes.”

Part 27

[smoaking-greenarrow]

Crisis on Earth-X: Crossover’s Top Five MVPS

Number Five

Number Four

Yep, I’m counting Olicity as one person, because they’re MARRIED so I CAN.

Felicity has always been a hero in her own way. But Crisis on Earth-X saw her willing to die for Kara Danvers twice. And the best part? She looked scared as hell while doing it. Her hero counterparts always look calm when a gun or shaking hand that can rip their hearts out are pointed at them. Felicity looked terrified, but she still did it. And that was okay. It was so okay. It doesn’t mean that she’s less of a hero than them because she gets scared. 

And how fantastic was it to see Felicity Smoak protecting Supergirl? To see her climbing through vents with Iris, making plans, kicking Nazi ass and taking down a spaceship? She was definitely an MVP of this crossover by herself and with the people she was working with, which was such a highlight because she kind of got pushed aside in last year’s crossover.

I cannot tell you how important Felicity Smoak and the special actress who plays her are. If you don’t get it by now, you probably never will. And that is your loss.

Anyway, Olicity. 

I want to count them both as number four on this list, both individually and as a couple, because their relationship, them together is what made the crossover better. But they also did just fine on their own. Even when they weren’t in the same scene, or even on the same earth, they were always thinking about each other. We got so much of them this crossover, more than even Barry and Iris. 

Oliver blew his cover because he couldn’t kill Earth-X Felicity. He didn’t know her, she wasn’t his Felicity, and it still wasn’t worth it to him. I don’t think that it was just that the girl was Felicity’s doppelganger, though. Oliver grows every season, and it is what makes Arrow so enjoyable. Watch the pilot again, I dare you. That guy doesn’t seem like the Oliver I’ve gotten used to on my screen lately at all.

I think Oliver’s empathy for Earth-X Felicity showed us his growth. He saved her because she’s innocent. Oliver’s moral compass may not be as righteous or perfect as Barry’s or Kara’s, but Arrow is a different show because of it. I don’t think that Barry and Oliver were every truly meant to be compared. They’re different kinds of heroes. Still, room full of evil Nazis be damned, Oliver couldn’t execute an innocent person just to keep his cover. He’d rather risk a shoot out.

I love that there was no evil Felicity. I can get on board with this idea. No matter what earth it is, every version you meet of Felicity Megan Smoak is going to be kind, brave, and selfless. I’m down for that. And it would have been even better if every version of Felicity somehow made Oliver into a better human being. But I’ll just block Nazis from my brain and go with that instead. 

I did have one problem with the scene though. Oliver’s “the strong protect the weak” line was bullshit. Earth-X Felicity was living and surviving in a literal concentration camp. She was risking her life to feed starving children. She was not weak. How dare you call someone like her weak???

Since I talked about Felicity on her own, Oliver Queen deserves a little celebration too.

For starters; the one, and only thing that this Nazi invasion did was show that Oliver is better than Kara and Barry in a way. Kara kind of got off the hook, her evil twin was dying anyway, so she didn’t have to deal with the “to kill or not to kill” superhero stuff. Oliver and Barry both had to face the decision, though.

But Barry let’s Thawne go? With a stupid, cheesy, “see ya next time, my evil nemesis!” LAME. I get it, Barry doesn’t kill. But Thawne should have been an exception. I’m sick of him. It’s not interesting anymore. It’s not fun to watch. The story is old. I would have been more surprised if he was really dead than I was that he lived. That’s when you know you’ve exhaused a character. Get some new material. He needs to die and he needs to stay dead. Also, IF YOU ALIGN WITH NAZIS, YOU ARE A NAZI. Barry Allen literally let a powerful, murderous Nazi walk away. And it pissed me right the hell off. So you know what, fuck Barry.

But you know who didn’t hesitate to kill the evil Nazi that shared his face? Oliver Queen. He had the shot and he took it. I didn’t take that as, “well Oliver’s the only one okay with killing.” or “he didn’t have to.” I took that as, “Oliver knows when to kill and when not to kill. And he made the right choice.” He doesn’t have the abilities that Barry and Kara do, so giving Nazi Oliver a chance to live would have been a risk that Oliver wasn’t willing to take. Barry took that risk with Thawne, and it was stupid as fuuuuuck. 

I love Oliver Queen, I really do. And I’m glad that the crossover didn’t overshadow him or the other “non-powers” players. They seemed like they were consciously writing the story to make sure that Oliver, Sara, and Alex weren’t just twiddling their thumbs or contributing to the plan, but they were also leaders.

But anyway, Crisis on Earth-X gave time to Olicity that it didn’t last year and sure as hell hasn’t in a while. Season six scenes have been great, but we still haven’t seen them talk. They had a lot of baggage, and we assume that they worked it out, but we need to see it! That’s how TV shows work! So Crisis on Earth-X took some time to do it. That meant Felicity getting the chance to tell Oliver, and us, what she’s afraid of.

But she sooo wants to marry you. Honey is just scared, okay!? Honestly, the only unbelievable thing about this to me was that Oliver couldn’t guess why she didn’t want to marry him. She yells at him that she doesn’t want to marry him, but then they talk. She assures him that it’s not about him, because she loves him and wants to be in a committed relationship with him. She just doesn’t want the title of husband and wife.

She wants everything about marriage, just without calling it marriage.  Oliver can be thick headed sometimes, but he’s not that dumb. Of course she’s afraid of something. 

Unlike what we’ve seen in the past (SEASON FOUR) Felicity gets a scene where she tells Iris why she doesn’t want to be legally married to Oliver. And everything she says is valid and fair. Slow clap it out for Felicity Smoak, sharing and talking through her feelings with someone she trusts. Once you do that, it’s only a matter of time until you either talk to your person about it or you resolve the issue inside of you and move forward. She did that, finally, and it was wonderful. 

Her explanation was something that I honestly hadn’t considered, which made it powerful and sweet. Felicity was shot and paralyzed on her engagement night. Then they broke up. The night they got engaged, as beautiful as it was, was extremely traumatizing for her. She associates the end of their relationship with the beginning of their lives as a married couple, because that night was when the train went off the rails and they couldn’t get it back. 

She loves him so much, and she still wants the relationship with him, it’s just the public marriage and ring on her finger that scream bad signs to her. I loved being able to see this side of Felicity. I’m glad that they gave her the screen time to explain it. 

And I’m so happy that we got to see this scene. Oliver Queen is moping. He just wants to marry his honey and give her kisses for the rest of his life but she’s scared and she’s not ready to tell him that yet and it’s hurting his feelings. Both of their responses and feelings were honest and understandable. They were kind to each other. They expressed themselves. Oliver was upset, but Felicity still made sure that he knew how much she loved him. And Oliver respected her choice and didn’t push it, even though he clearly still wasn’t satisfied with her answer. This is the kind of fighting I want to see.

What I really loved about this though was that not only was it a fair fight, where they both had valid things to say, but we knew that they would resolve it. This fight had a clear beginning, middle, and end. The writers were not just throwing shit at us and seeing if Olicity would survive it. Which, isn’t that literally what they told us season four was going to be?

The Olicity arc in Crisis on Earth-X was well-paced, fair, and entertaining. What more could you ask for?

Okay yeah, Oliver kissing Felicity while in the Green Arrow suit was fantastic. I didn’t ask for that but fanfic dreams do come true.

Oh, a wedding?

WELL YOU GOT IT.

Congratulations, Olicity!