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Breakaway: Chapter 6
Title: Breakaway
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Mick Davies/OFC
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Eventual smut, eventual romance, eventual relationships, angst, fluff, graphic violence and blood, additional tags on Ao3 page.
Summary: *OC inserts into Season 12* Mick Davies has followed the British Men of Letters for the majority of his life, adhering to the code at all costs. However, when his path crosses Emmeline Turner's, things start to change and he finds himself in the battle between right and wrong. Will Mick make the right decision before it's too late? Or will he choose to stay with the British Men of Letters? Is she worth the price switching sides could cost him?
A/N: Thank you to my Beta @datajana
Blood and injury in this chapter. Also gonna apologize for the ending of this chapter now... sorry...
Ao3 link to Chapter 6
Tagging: @archangelgabriellives @idabbleincrazy @thewhiterabbit42
with hope in your heart (you'll never walk alone)
The ‘Pregnant’ [Lucy] reads off a tiny screen on Friday only finalizes the facts.
She clues Tim in two days later.
Or: Lucy and Tim are never short on new adventures.
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for: @jakelovesamy
word count: 1065
features: pregnancy realization
I’m trying to write this mick fluff but I keep getting distracted by toto smut.
you’re hyping up the smut so much it’s making me curious 😔💔 give us a little clue 😭
I may have girlbossed a little too close to the sun. That sleeping beauty post was actually about the kimi smut so this is a two part reveal.
As far as the mini series is concerned, we just get another side of mick. He leaves the gentleman in the hall, at least in my opinion.
Now for the kimi smut, babes its getting hot in here. Literally. Cockwarming in the sauna. Sorry not sorry.
with hope in your heart (you'll never walk alone)
pairing | lucy/tim
rating | g
chapters | 12/?
word count | 6953
features | adventures with a tiny human, domestic fluff galore, much musicality and singing
note | rendered au in light of season four canon
for | @jakelovesamy, @jjskiaras, @semperlitluv, some lovely anons, etc...
to read, please proceed H E R E!
Chenford + “What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”
Lucy hears Mickey’s voice as she turns into the living room, an emotion on which she can’t stick a label lodging in her throat and burning achingly. She assumes her preschooler has finally put her adorable toddler logic to the test and noodled her way to some conclusions - based both on Tim’s ‘Career Day’ presentaton from last week and her two hundred repeat viewings of Sleeping Beauty. [True, she’s only really attached to Merryweather’s snark, but she must catch a few other aspects too.]
Mickey’s not hitting Tim up to fill her in on the darker corners of life, though. When Lucy notices the audience member who's focusing raptly, she can’t determine if discovering her husband would’ve been better or worse than this reality.
Their daughter’s sprawled on the carpet, set up with a bowl of Lucky Charms, marshmallows tumbling from her spoon every few seconds and landing on Kojo’s nose: she’s touching her forehead to his, like maybe - if she's lucky - this position will deposit his answer directly into her mind. Aiming his tongue, he traps a moon before he licks her cheek. “Daddy says I’m getting a big bed soon. It’s hard for you to jump in my small bed. But I like helping you.” She scoots back, fixing him securely in her tiny, serious line of sight. “My new bed will probably be - ” she reaches one hand as far up as her torso will stretch “ - this tall. I can’t carry you. You’ll have to sleep somewhere new. You have to be okay for a long time, okay?” She throws her arms around Kojo’s fuzzy neck awkwardly from where she’s still lying flat in front of him.
Lucy blinks to clear her suddenly misted vision. “Daddy in his office?” She kisses both of her babies; Mick nods around the mouthful of cereal she’s just shoved in. “Smaller bites, ladybug.”
Then she heads upstairs to talk Tim into adopting a puppy as soon as possible.
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i enjoy this little snippet immensely, so it’s also been added to with hope in your heart (you’ll never walk alone) as Part xi. You can read/leave some love here, if you feel so inspired!
For the drabbles, Chenford please. And maybe 30 and/or 47.
#47 can be found here! I like it too much to try and capture greatness again! Also? 'Ladybug' in Spanish? Mariquita! And this covers a headcanon request from a while ago. the OG one was ixnayed due to my lackluster feelings toward it ... In addition, because i’ve just realized it’s her birthday, this is dedicated to the ever-terrific @semperlitluv - whom i dragged into these two with me!
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“Is that blood?”
The music spilling out of Lucy’s phone might filter the sound from Tim’s impromptu interrogation, but? When she adds his tall, frozen frame filling the doorway - not even relaxing enough to realize his booted foot has stopped mid-step - to her lip-read of his final, frazzled word, and the fact that his normal tan has paled considerably? She turns immediately, following his stare to figure out why he’s basically as beside himself as he’ll ever be.
Michaela’s waving wildly, her entire palm a stunning shade of crimson.
Which grants Lucy the ability to trace the exact path Tim’s theory takes in this four-second span. “It’s paint, it’s paint!” she rushes, eighty-sixing the song in a hurry. “C’mere, baby.” Reaching for deceptively-decorated fingers, she scrubs her toddler’s hand clean with a damp paper towel. “You think we gave Daddy a heart attack, Mick? Looks like a close call to me!” She mouths You okay? at him over their daughter’s head.
After a similarly silent Yeah, he thumps his chest a little, like he’s waiting for a revival, earning a delighted giggle from the chair next to which he comes to stand. Leaning his elbows on the newspaper-topped island, he gives his chin a place to rest. “What’re we up to, ladybug?”
Mickey only points excitedly at him a few times in a row without speaking, leaving her father very confused.
“Wanna show him?” Lucy encourages.
Mickey practically vaults forward at the suggestion, Tim loosely gripping the fabric at the back of her dress to guarantee she won’t tumble while pursuing her treasure: a single egg carton slot, inverted, splattered with a familiar dual color scheme, and dusted with about a pound of glitter. “It’s me!” she proclaims proudly.
“The most beautiful bugs ever!” Tim pats her craft on the spot with the least sparkle before bending to hug his girl fiercely. “Both of you!”
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Angela calls Tim that night, yelling down the line at him: “You let Lucy and Mickey convince you to debut on TikTok? I should’ve received advance notice! I didn’t emotionally prepare!”
“I’m in three seconds,” he defends, laughing. “They sing, not me. I’m a glorified prop master at best.”
“You were complicit, TB, it’s documented. Deal.”
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Pulling up Lucy’s account - fromboottobradford - Tim knows what he’ll find: he’d signed off on the director’s cut. His camera operator hat had carried more weight than his pop-up intro.
On-screen, he narrates ‘… the love-bug crawls right back up and bites me!’ touching Mari to his face and - secretly - praying that the dazzling darling had dried. Then Mickey and Lucy steal the spotlight, running through a whole sequence set to: “She can’t help it, the girl can’t help it. You got me trippin’ stumblin’ flippin’ fumblin’…”
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i enjoy this little snippet immensely, so it’s also been added to with hope in your heart (you’ll never walk alone) as Part xii. You can read/leave some love here, if you feel so inspired!