#needed fluff

[seawherethesunsets]

Qiao Yan x Yin Yue  

Unforgettable Love (2021) - Ep 18

[puffprinc3ss]

"Jack, I think its time for you to get some sleep." Cas leans against the door jamb and watches Jack grumble and close the book he was reading. "What's wrong?"

"There's no.... I can't find any books with people like me in them." Jack frowns and and throws himself on his bed with a sigh. Tilting his head in confusion Cas looks over at the books he has assembled in Jack's collection and it sinks in. Jack is non binary, and none of the books are about non binary people.

"I am sure they are out there Jack, we just have to find them... for now why don't we change one until we can expand your collection? How about.... this," Cas picks up a book from the shelf and then tucks Jack in, sitting on the edge of the bed he beings reading to Jack a story of Goldie locks and the three bears. Changing things just slightly to make sure that the pronouns fit right. And describing the main character more like Jack.

Its a simple and easy thing, and Jack eventually falls asleep right before the last "ah, just right!" So Cas flicks the light off after putting the book back and kissing Jack's forehead softly. Once out in the hall and the door is closed Cas leans his head against the cool wood thinking what he could do to help Jack. A light bulb bursts in a Flux of angry grace as Cas kind of hates that Jack doesn't have even children's stories he can relate to.

Hearing the bulb break in the hall Dean steps out of their room, "Cas? You okay sunshine?" The momentary call out breaks into Cas' mood and he near runs over the man in his haste to tell Dean that he is NOT okay and that they need to do something, but the words come out in Enochian and Dean stops him. "Breathe for me, big breath in.... and out. Try again."

"Jack can't relate to the books because none of the characters are like them." Dean blinks, and thinks about what Castiel has said and nods. "What can we do?"

"Well, I can see if we can buy any.... but maybe we could write one? Or... well uh-" Dean flushed as if embarrassed.

"You would write Jack a book?" The squinting head tilt is back that kinda makes Dean's knees weak a little bit.

"Uh yeah sure... I can try." And so for the next few weeks Dean reads, and reads, and reads more estuaries than he ever thought possible and hates just about every fairy tale he gets his hands on until an idea strikes him. So he begins to write. In secret and at night, until a few months later he's got a story that he asks Sam to read over for him as an editor because he doesn't trust himself...

And Sam thinks its good... real good. There are a few little grammer things (Dean how many run on sentences can you write. PLEASE USE PUNCTUATION) but its great. When Sam hands over the manuscript he pats Dean on the shoulder and tells him that he is proud of him, and of course Dean flushes brighter than a tomato.

Somewhere online Dean finds how to format the book properly and takes the edited and formatted manuscript to get printed, along with a suprise bit of art that he snuck from Jack's ever growing doodle collection. And a bit of his own for the cover.

On Jack's birthday they decide to go out to eat and let Jack pick the place. Of course its a diner, and of course they all get a slice of pie before heading home to a cake Dean made and a book shaped package all wrapped up in a lopsided bow. Nervously Dean watches as Jack opens the gift and almost excuses himself (I was not crying Sam) when Jack lights up and asks him, "can you read it to me tonight Dad?"

[deviationdivine]

A Kiss Is a Kiss (Connor|Request!)

TLDR: Confessions are sometimes the best way to say ‘I love you’

Word Count: 2,082

TW: Wholesome Fluff, Minor Language 

A/N: Kiss Prompt: 67. “When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More”   |  I don’t mind at all! And you’re right! My main android boy needs love. Here we go! I have a couple other requests in my queue to get to but the ask box is still open for business!

“Just relax, Connor.”

“How am I supposed to, as you say, relax?” Connor’s brows rose incredulously. Listening to advice from his partner can potentially lead to unwanted probabilities. As the deviant android sees it now that is a high percentage from current assessment. 

Obviously it is clear in his face how distracted with analytics. Filling up his brain, running diagnostics over personal status and somehow the thought of you makes him overheat. Continuously as a matter of factual -

“Don’t analyze shit! Be your goddamn self!” 

Hank’s biting words cease the android’s internal struggle. He is still learning despite having been free for some time now. You make him question. It is not a negative thing. Being a machine while you are so human, pure and-and he feels so much. 

“I can’t do it, Hank,” Connor murmurs uncharacteristically lacking in confidence.

The android formerly sent by Cyberlife who infiltrated, took down various guards to free his people in the tower warehouse is afraid to watch a movie with you. 

Not just anywhere. Here in the comfort of the lieutenant’s home which Hank is attempting to leave making it much more intimate than it should be. 

“Jesus. Get a grip! It’s a damn movie. Not a marriage proposal!”

Grabbing keys off counter set Hank off for his front door. The look of disgust is written on his face.

This kid jumps from buildings to moving trains and can’t even sit his ass down for a regular human activity. This pining shit he’s doing is pissing Hank off. Why else is he purposely getting out of here? “I’ll be at Jimmy’s Bar. Don’t wait up.” 

“I don’t think…”

A slam of the door cuts into the android’s protest. Leaving Hank to go off drinking is not the best idea. He has cut back but it does not mean it’s become good for his health now. Mulling this longer than typical shows how strangely human this feeling of trepidation can be.

“Wait, Lieutenant!”

The minute he wrenches open front door is the single highest spike his system ever experiences. Connor’s lips part unable to process with you already on the porch; hand in the air with impending knuckles about to crack upon its surface.

An immediate stillness takes hold looking into his face. It honestly takes a minute for you to move again. Is this your body telling you that you’re breaking down? Funny, humans attain those problems albeit in an entirely different way. Oh, it’s just a very handsome kind right now.

“Connor,” you say his name with soft affection. How can you not? He’s just-

“Hi.” A smile brightens the second you study him better, standing there in a casual button down almost identical to the hue of thirium. How fitting. 

Actually, it’s nice to see him out of those work uniforms. As much as you enjoy a man in a suit and tie; your breath draws slowly locking onto warm chocolate. Richer than a good mug of hot beverage you’re sure.

There is something about his eyes. Always saw how deep they can go just a faraway galaxy of cocoa. Swirls of caramel flecks shining starry and alive, you find yourself pulled into the softest black hole the universe may create. Nothing can be fuller or livelier than the eyes of this wonderful detective. 

Often you think about days waking up to see them early hours of the morn. Knowing they were always going to be part of your existence.

Fantasy really. Call it an overactive taste for the romantic. He exudes your deepest dreams from long ago. It came back as an adult now ever since you saw him.

“Y/N.” Connor’s voice is stilted. He blinks before narrowing eyes towards driveway. Hank’s car is gone. Did the lieutenant pass you? Of course he must have. There is no chance you avoided each other due to the time frame in which he stepped out and you…

“Earth to Connor.” Snapping fingers up to gain his attention causes a light giggle on your breath. How cute is he? Well, that’s a rhetorical question. “Are you OK?”

Something in the tone you present makes him straighten. This time he finds himself prepared or – an equivalent of preparation. “I am fine. I was… Please,” he decides to act with proper etiquette. 

Standing aside to let you inside allows the android to watch closely as you accept. Unable to stop studying the moving sway of your body sets his internal core temperature to dangerous levels. Overheating whenever you are near is a constant he comes to crave. Looking forward to those fleeting sensations, he wants to always have a reason to experience them now.

“I just saw Hank.” You confess really wondering why the man barreled out of here like a bat out of hell. Well, who cares honestly? That means the two of you are alone for once.

“Ah, yes,” Connor nods, closing door securely. “He had something important to accomplish.”

Does that include knocking back a few at the bar? Keeping it to yourself, it’s obvious that Connor’s acting a little off. He seems…nervous. Why would he-?

“So what did you have in mind? For tonight I mean.” Quickly explaining your choice of words it’s not every night you’re alone with Connor. The thought of it makes everything light. A flutter deep in your stomach ripples nervously because he’s so close. Does he know? Of course he can scan you but this is nice either way.

His smile is lopsided, light and partially dazed. The android completely snaps out of his distraction. Finally he registers your question. “Ah, I...I did not think that far ahead.” 

“Oh,” a quiet huff leaves you. 

Connor immediately regrets his response. “Y/N, I did not mean I forgot about tonight. I only...”

“Connor.” Hushing him with a gentle brush of fingers against his cheekbone radiates shared warmth between you two. Making him uncomfortable is never something you can live with. You thought - well, you’ve been closer. That’s all you want. “You know for having such impressive skills you’re lacking tonight in your negotiator tactics. You could probably get me to do anything.”

Anything. He hears your voice but can only focus on the lovely form of lips that spill words. How shining your eyes are as they look at him as if he were a regular man. It isn’t long before you decide to drag him into living room.

Contact from your skin to synthetic fuels his longing. This thing burning in his chest that has raged so long for you is one thing only. It is love.

Seating yourself on the couch, him following without speaking, you eye the room, searching for Sumo. Wonder where he’s  lounging?

“We can always look through what movies Hank has lying around. Maybe then…” Your voice ceases abruptly, fading into the ravenous lips of your ‘date’ who cradles your face in a delicate draw. The connection is a tidal wave of feelings washing over the two of you.

Pushing his arms down to hoist up on seat cushion, you’re already snaking arms around the android’s neck. It comes quickly this need to tangle and both of you are in sync to a burning tempo unleashing every secret held since the beginning. 

His arms are full of you; pulling your body flush and it forces you to sink down from the hasty kneel atop couch. Instead he catches your body down against his.

You cling to him aware of the thundering beats rapping against ribs. Can your heart even stand how much fire runs through veins? Strong hands locking onto hips holds you in place and this is the moment everything falls together. Except Connor will never let you go.

Connor pants into your mouth feeling how far this physical contact takes him. Arousal shoots through him to the point of blindness in his circuitry. 

He wants to lay your body down, gently at first, worshiping every part, tasting what makes you so perfect to him. Then he wishes to show you how much he will give in his raw, human splendor that continues to make him more than machine.

Thoughts are furiously whirring. He thinks of every possibility but remembers. He is an android and you-you are worth more than the stars above. “I’m sorry,” the deviant’s whisper is full of true desire. Even as he tries to pull away from your gravity he hardly wants to end the kiss. “Are you sure you-”

Answering with a breathy kiss shuts up any doubts. Those are the same you know he still goes through but every time there’s a reminder of how deserving of this he is. That’s what happens now. Letting his lips become a beacon alighting passion and love. Never have you felt this for another being and never again will you. Only will it be him because you love this sweet android more than he knows.

“Stop talking and just kiss me a little more.”

The instruction brings a full smile to the detective’s face causing the rare appearance of dimples in his happy thread of emotions. Reading your heart rate now it appears you enjoy this aesthetic. Yet, he still has questions. “Wouldn’t you prefer to be with a human man?” 

Is that why he’s been so hesitant? All this time how can he even think you want anything else? Growing close, finding so much together while falling further into this human life and it fits him like a glove. He’s more than anything in the world. Does he even realize? Can he see that to you he is the whole of the universe?

You slide fingers up his chest. Making a point to place a palm dead center it’s all there is to show. “I feel your heart. It beats just like mine,” a fragile whisper speaks the truth. He may disagree but his heart is human enough for you. 

“Connor, I don’t want a human man.” What does human or android matter? Love is love and this is it. “I don’t need anything at all in the world. I just want you.”

A series of simple words but they completely shatter this prototype android snapping every seam of doubt. He never should have questioned but you are far too precious for him to make a mistake. 

“I-I want you too,” he confesses his deepest human desires. “Dare I say I need you to function?” 

The android smiles a brief moment before his lips fall. In a line they paint his deeply rooted worry. It's been eating away for some time. “The thought of you finding another, being with someone else rips apart every one of my emotions. Emotions I am still grappling with on a daily basis but I know.” Connor reaches to scoop up your hands in his. Twining fingers through soft human digits, his gaze softens in complete adoration. He is in love with you. Of this he is more certain than anything in his continual learning. Deviancy means discovering all of those things and he wants to continue with you.

How soft he is only makes your heart flutter more. He can take out a room full of men in three seconds flat with those skills. That wouldn’t take away from his other side, the affectionately sweet side. 

“Well, aren’t you a nervous goose,” a silly tease slips out.

He cocks his head in confusion. That is not one he has heard before. At least not from Lieutenant Anderson but it does not fit something he would say. 

“Y/N, I am afraid that idiom does not quite make sense.”

Your eyes narrow. “Shut off that intelligent brain of yours and cuddle with me to a cheap romcom.”

Some late night cheese flick lit up the TV by the time Hank sneaks back inside. Shutting his door and locking up without losing his damn keys this time sure didn’t prepare for this saccharine bullshit. 

No lights on, you soundly asleep with a head nestled underneath Connor's chin. The android’s arms wove around your sleeping form, his eyes shut as he clearly went into stasis to match your need for rest. 

Hank shakes his head at the lovey dovey shit stuck to his couch. To think that plastic asshole almost turned tail and ran. 

“Guess it went better than expected. Huh, Sumo?” 

Drawing the dog’s attention it's pretty clear. Considering the pair of you a minute, the lieutenant ultimately switches off television and heads for bed.

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[isthisthingeven0n]

arising suspicions : d.d

this was 100% adorable and is 100% fluff. I combined this request from earlier today with one from a few days ago, so I hope you enjoy :) (ya’ll wanted more david as a dad, so you got what you wished for)

Sitting on the toilet seat I stare directly at the stick in complete shock. “Fuck.” I mumble to myself as the results tell me what I had anticipated all along. I’m pregnant. 

I hear a small knock on the door and David pops his head through the wooden panels. “Are you alright?” He nervously asks as he licks his lips before kneeling down in front of me, just about keeping the results out of his view. “Well?” A small smile forms on his face that eases my nerves. 

Sighing I close my eyes as I turn it around, showing it to him and hearing the room fall silent. “I’m pregnant.” I state with little emotion as they all swirl around my brain, all lost in the sea of what is happening. 

Hesitantly I lift my head up and open my eyes. As I see his face, a bright smile across his face I let out a watery laugh, covering my mouth before I choke a sob. David shuffles closer and takes the pregnancy test in his fingertips. “We’re pregnant, hi baby.” He places his hand on my stomach, rubbing circles delicately on my skin. “Oh my god.” He sniffs and wipes his eyes. “We’re going to be parents.” He half laughs as we both sit there in complete shock and awe of what the future will hold. 

*

It’s been a few weeks since we found out I’m pregnant, but we don’t want anyone finding out just yet. We know what’ll happen if they find out, plus David will want to make it into some elaborate video like Josh did. Not that I can blame him, this is pretty big news.

“So, what’re you thinking of for today?” Scott asks all of us as we all sit around. 

I glance over to David who brings me closer to him as I lie on my back, the pregnancy symptoms have already been getting progressively worse. 

Shrugging my shoulders the others start suggesting ideas. “How about we use the paintball gun and play some game?” Zane suggests as he reaches down and picks it up. 

He spins it around, pointing it at all of us and David defensively stands up and blocks Zane from my view. “Outside only guys.” David sternly states and I catch Carly and Kristen share a look. 

“Since when?” Jonah chimes in and I reach out and pull David’s sleeve and shake my head. 

“No worries guys. David’s not been sleeping great.” I explain as I try to get off of the sofa effortlessly despite the aching in my back. “Come on Zane, you can have your fun outside.” I pat his back as I take the gun from his grip and we all walk outside. 

Everyone starts filming for their vlogs as Scott suggests a Christmas themed version of a game they played ages ago. This time they’d be dressed as Elves whilst David would be Santa. The Elves would have to get items into the bucket and once they did Santa would stop gifting the Elves their ‘presents.’ 

I sat outside with Carly and Erin whilst they got ready. “How come you’re not being our sexy Mrs Claus, eh?” Erin nudges me and I laugh lightly. 

“Trust me I’m not feeling that sexy these days.” I state, my mind casting back to violently vomiting most mornings whilst David rubs my back and force feeds me crackers to help. 

The doors open and we see the boys all filing out. I hold up David’s camera, knowing he’ll appreciate these clips for some slow mo action shots later when it comes to editing. 

All of them follow behind David who holds the paintball gun up high. For now Scott, Todd, Jonah and Zane keep their heads up high as they carry Santa sacks full of random objects.

“You ready boys?” Carly calls out as they all take their positions around the garden. 

They make some nervous noises as David stands in the middle of the garden with a blindfold around the top of his head. “You might wanna go inside baby.” He mumbles to me and I shake my head. 

“I’ll stand right next to you, or behind you. I won’t be in the firing line that way.” I say, trying not to cause any alarm as to why I’m not around. “Everythings fine.” I whisper to him as I see the concern arising in his eyes. 

Shrugging his shoulders he lowers the blindfold and I tighten it for him before standing directly behind him. 

And then the madness commences. 

A mixture of screams and swears sound from the four of them as their Elf outfits slowly become spotted with orange and regret from willingly signing up for the game. 

Zane pushes Toddy towards the pool as he quickly runs up the bucket and drops in a Dildo before lifting his arms up proudly. “I did it baby!” He shouts and David quickly turns, firing directly at him. “Fuck you David!” He screams out in pain before heading inside and standing behind the glass. 

Soon after the others slowly file out or find a hiding spot, and the game comes to a close. 

David lifts the blindfold up and has a bright smile on his face. “How’d I do?” He excitedly asks as the guys all emerge and stand in a line. “Holy shit.” David comments as the guys reveal the puncture wounds and forming bruises on their skin. 

“You know David if I were pregnant a shot here would’ve killed the baby.” Toddy comments and I feel a shiver go through my spine. 

I glance down and see David’s fists clenching, and I quickly intervene. “Best get outta the elf costumes if you hope to return them or get the paint out?” I suggest and they all murmur in agreement. 

David drops the gun and turns to face me. “Imagine if that was you though? I don’t think it’s safe for you to be around whilst these kind of pranks are happening, Y/n.” He takes me in his arms and hugs me tightly. 

Closing my eyes I sigh. “I can fend for myself Dav-”

Over the top of my voice, I hear a loud laugh coming from towards the back door. “Oh revenge is sweet, Dobrik.” 

Quickly I turn my head and suddenly I feel an intense pain spreading through my left thigh. “MOTHERFUCKER!” I scream loudly as David grips onto me as I yell. “Zane?!” I glare over to him and sit down on the ground, seeing a large splatter of Orange drip down my leg. 

As I lift my head up I see David storming over to Zane, his fists clenched tightly. “Zane what the fuck?” David angrily states as he shoves Zane and he drops the paintball gun. 

I force myself to stand and Scotty runs over, helping me to my feet. “David! I’m fine.” I yell, but I can tell he’s not listening. 

“Come on dude, I didn’t mean to hit Y/n, I was aiming for you.” Zane says, a nervous laugh sounding from him as he looks around at all of us, wondering if this is some prank. 

“No, I don’t think it’s funny dude. Get the fuck out of here. She could’ve been seriously hurt!” He shouts right in Zane’s face and I run over, pulling him away from Zane. 

“Dave,” I take a hold of his face, resting my hands on his cheeks. “we’re fine.” I say in a hushed tone and his fists ease as does his jaw. “We’re all okay, it was an accident.” I tell him and he weakly nods. 

“Wait, we’re fine?” Kristen calls out and I silently swear to myself. “Wait, no.” She starts, unable to finish her sentence. 

Turning around I look at all of them. Kristen and Scott share a look and his mouth drops open. “Holy fuck.” He laughs. “You’re pregnant?” He states and the others all look at me blankly. 

“No she’s not.” Toddy states and looks at the two of us. “No, you can’t be.” 

I glance up at David who looks down at me. “Yeah, we’re having a baby.” He says sweetly as he rests his hand on my stomach. “And no, none of you get dibs on being Godparents or having them named after you!” 

I quietly laugh as they all start bombarding us with questions, giving name suggestions and planning ahead. “Guess this is it now?” I ask David who nods, a big grin on his face.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

[mangled-dreams]

Sins of the Mother: 11

Part 11: Death

Previous: Collection, Agreement, Terms, Truth, Accident, Goodbye, Grieving, Visions, Recovery, Disillusion,

Waking up feeling more groggy than when you went to sleep you rub your eyes and yawn. The edges of your mouth stretch painfully and tears line your eyes. Licking your lips you blink a few times looking around your familiar room.

Everything looks just at it had last night, everything except one little detail. Dark lies next to you on your bed. It's a king, so there is more than enough room and you immediately attribute that fact to why you hadn't noticed before, but the fact still remains: Dark is in your bed sleeping.

His suit is crumpled and creased, your normal night time attire is still sung around your frame, and there is no indication that anyone got undressed. Blinking you look around once more before settling on Dark's sleeping features. Awake he's very pleasing to look at, it's no different now that he's asleep but you do note some differences between waking Dark and sleeping Dark.

Careful not to rock the bed too much you shimmy yourself closer. You've never imagined you'd see Dark with bed head, but from the state of him you assume he doesn't sleep soundly. Without thought you brush his jacket in a failed attempt to smooth it out before realizing you're touching him and retract it. You don't remember the last time you had a guest in your bed that didn't look to you as a mother. Tucking your legs under you, you rest against the headboard looking Dark over. He seems peaceful, relaxed, and... you can't quite put your finger on it, but he looks happier.

Covering a yawn again you know you should get up, take a shower, dress, eat something, go anywhere else to give Dark his privacy to sleep. You don't. Instead you gingerly touch a lock of his lush black hair. In the wake of a night's sleep you find his hair is naturally on the curly side. You play with the curls.

Soon, without meaning to your fingers move deeper into the thick tresses of hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. The soft mewing sound Dark makes startles you, your hand disappearing from his hair. He frowns, eye brows pinched together in disapproval of your withdraw, and he turns into you. Sitting ridged with your hands nearly straight in the air Dark curls his an arm and his head on your thighs.

When he finally settles again the breath you had been holding rushes out. After a few drawn out seconds you relax looking down at Dark with a tenderness you didn't think was possible. He reminds you of your siblings. Perhaps he's just as confused and scared of what's going on as you are, maybe even more so. You've noticed the little signs in his speech, the way he looked at you when he brought up Savannah in your car.

Leaning back into the headboard you take up lightly scratching Dark's scalp again, your fingers playing with his luscious locks once more. Call it years of doing this exact thing with your siblings, call it need for comfort in such a trying time in your life, hell, call it loneliness, but whatever you call it it soothes you.

Closing your eyes you try to allow yourself this little moment. You allow yourself to think that this--this change in your original idea of your future won't be so bad. You allow yourself to believe you can, perhaps, one day be happy with Dark--no, Damien. The longer you allow yourself to feel comforted and happy and content the more you feel a tug in your chest.

At first it wasn't anything to worry you, however the more it happens the more intense it gets. Before you really understand what is happening your breath becomes labored. The tug you'd first felt begins to pull sharply. Breathing heavily you press a hand to your breast bone. You've had panic attacks but never like this. Could it be your worst panic attack, or could it be something else?

Black spots slowly take over your vision as you attempt to control your breathing. Nothing you are trying is helping. You can't recall when but the weight on your lap disappears and hands grab your wrists. Through the black spots dotting your vision you see Dark looking up at you.

This confuses you even in your disoriented state. There is no way that Dark should be below you. He towers over you, how... how can he be looking up to you.

"Y/n, look at me. Listen to my voice. You can fight this." Dark says loudly, but it's not a shout. His voice is strong and steady as he talks to you. His voice resonates through you. In a way it's comforting and you feel connected to it, cling to it for safety.

"Dam--Damien, it hurts..." you whisper clutching at your shirt. The feeling gives another sharp pull in your chest.

"Dammit, Savannah, leave her alone." Dark growls his voice rumbling through your whole frame. You feel as if it should shake your whole house. It frightens you on some level, more than that it comforts you. You know he's not angry with you, he's not upset that you're in this state, he fears for you.

In your moment of comfort something new and even more frightening happens. A vision passes just in front of Dark. The black dots still in your sight doesn't affect the image of your ancestor standing in front of you. The eyes so many artists portrayed as kind an gentle are anything but. A firm scowl graces her doll like features as she looks down at you.

"You disappoint me. Falling in love with a demon." She sneers in a tone just as cold as her gaze. "Disgusting."

Gritting your teeth you keep from remarking. You didn't want to or even mean to... to... Your eyes widen at the thought you could be in love with Dark. Even though now is not the time, nor the place to have such a thought you can't help it. Staring at Savannah you ask, "Do... Do I love him?"

Snapping her head, Savannah looks away from you. It's as if the question completely and utterly disgusts her. "A Scarlet is never meant to love. We use others to gain our purpose. It seems I failed that point."

"What? No! What about your children? Your grandchildren? They don't deserve that kind of treatment. No one can flourish on cold calculated partnerships. That's not a life!" You shout watching Savannah instantly crowd you. Her face inches from yours. She stares directly into your eyes. It's unnerving and you want to get away but refuse to show that much weakness.

What's to say she won't go after Ollie or Fern, what of your cousins, aunts, or uncles? Will anyone that bares the Scarlet name be safe from her?

"Learn to respect your elders, child." Savannah snarls. Her breath hits your face in a hot caress. You close one eye and wince but refuse to pull away from her.

"I give respect to the ones that deserve it, Savannah. You're nothing but a murderer that made a deal to save your own skin. No real mother would ever do anything to harm her children, much less treat them as if they're less than human." You snarl just as intensely back. "No one would respect a murderer like you if they knew the truth."

You've never seen this look aimed at you, but you have see the eyes of a bloodthirsty murderer in pictures and videos of true crime stories. The moment you uttered your response something in Savannah snapped. As if in slow motion you saw her face completely change and it scares you. Instantly you fear for your life.

Slim delicate hands wrap around your throat. Despite their size there is overpowering strength determined to crush your trachea. Tiny squeaks leave your mouth each time you try to draw in a breath. You scratch and pull at Savannah's hands desperate to get the air into your lungs again. A slow burning begins fueling your desperation for much needed oxygen.

Dark stares in horror as you scratch at your throat. He can only assume Savannah had reached out to you using a spell. You're looking, acting, talking as if speaking with the witch of nightmares. Grabbing your hands Dark tells you to stop, to think and fight back magic against magic.

Your eyes never look at him, your voice never calling out to him, but the look of fear in your eyes tells him everything. Savannah is trying to kill you--to choke the life out of you. A life he doesn't want to see snuffed out.

"Y/N!" Dark barks pleading for you to hear him, to acknowledge he is there with you still.

In the blackness around Savannah you hear your name, low and easily unheard, but then like aloud speaker had been turned on blast you hear Dark's voice.

"D--Dark..." You manage to squeak out. Realization hits you then. This isn't Savannah. She's nowhere near you. Even as you have this epiphany it doesn't change the fact that Savannah is still choking you and breath isn't making it to your lungs.

"Magic! Use your magic!" Dark shouts again keeping your hands away from your neck.

Magic. You think trying to recall a spell, an incantation, anything that could help you. Nothing comes to mind. The black spots are getting larger and even doting Savannah now. You just know the end is getting closer and if you don't do something now you'll die.

You can't do that to Ollie, Fern, your dad, even Dark. You can't just leave them because of Savannah and her ego or whatever she has going on. No. No!

Pushing deep into yourself you touch the magic slowly brewing inside yourself. Like you've read and have been told the longer you practice and learn spells the stronger your magic will get. You are nowhere near the strength Savannah must have but you have something she does, and as cliche as it is, you have the love of your family to give you strength.

Starring Savannah square in the eyes you push your magic at her without words, or preparation, or even enchanted ingredients. You know what Savannah lacks and that's exactly what you'll give her.

Within seconds Savannah releases your throat. Horrified screams rip from her mouth as the sins of her past rush her like zombies, ghosts forcing her to feel the pain and anguish of their loss, of the betrayal, heartache, sorrow. A fitting punishment this round.

You know it won't kill her. Not by any means, but it will distract her and break her concentration on the spell. You just know to project herself like she is it's concentration based. Within seconds, like a candle being snuffed out, Savannah disappears and the darkness greets you.

"Come on." Dark whispers pressing his large hands into your chest. Your breathing and heart stopped the moment your body went limp in his arms. He'd nearly thrown you to the floor and began CPR to revive you. Seconds tick by into minutes as he frantically tries to save you like a normal human.

"Come on! Y/n, don't do this!" He shouts pinching your nose, lifts you chin enough to get air through your throat and breaths twice into your mouth. He tries to remain steadfast and calm but the longer you're dead the less likely you'll come back. No, he can't think like that. Even if you die he'll bring you back. He'll... He'll... "Please, come back." Dark pleads compressing your chest to keep your heart beating.

Gasping loudly you startle Dark. His body jerking away from you before quickly pulling you into his lap. Never has he wanted to cry in relief in all his life. Sighing with a sense of relief Dark sweeps your hair from your face. A light glistening of sweat covers your skin.

"My chest." You complain feeling sharp pains all long your rib cage.

"I can fix that." Dark tells you smiling just slightly. He'll never admit to it, but the feeling and sound of your ribs breaking under his first few compression will haunt him for a time.

Your whole body aches and muscles burn, you have huge migraine, and you feel sticky and gross and dead tired. There is a rawness in your throat that burns when you breath or speak. "Did I die?" You ask remembering the feeling of Savannah's hands around your throat.

Dark catches your eyes. "Yes." He answers dead seriously. You see the horrifying truth staring back at you in his dark brown eyes. Dark truly believed you died in his arms, under his watch where you are supposed to be protected. "Don't do that again." He tells you burying his face into your stomach. It hurts but not as much as if he'd pressed his face into your chest or neck.

Breathing with more ease than a few minutes ago, considering you weren't breathing just a minute ago, you raise an aching hand and run it through Dark's hair. "I hate to ruin the moment, but I need to shower..." Pausing a moment you add, "And see a doctor."

Dark obliges you. After a very quick and awkward shower he drives you to the hospital where they are told you'd been attacked in your home. The police were called, Dark handled the conversation easily making the officers and hospital staff believe his tale. You let him without a fight.

Savannah is enough of a pain in the ass right now, you don't need the police to get involved. Laying back in your hospital bed resting a peacefully as you can you hear quick footsteps getting closer to your room. Within seconds the door is shoved open. Two crying blurs rush your bed climbing up the stiff mattress to cling to you.

You yelp in pain when tiny but heavy hands press into your chest. Wrapping your arms around your chest you sit up breathing heavily to keep from crying out much more.

"Sis!"

"Y/n! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Forcing a pain filled smile you look at each twin in turn. "It's okay, you... ah... you didn't know." You tell them breathing through the pain. Even with painkillers you still have quite a bit of pain when your chest is pushed on. Thankfully nothing is misaligned and surgery is not required. Of course you doubt Dark would allow you to go under the knife to fix broken bones.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry." Fern says getting off the bed to let you lay back down. Ollie does the same.

Taking a few steady breaths you ease back into the bed with an apologetic smile on your lips. "Yes, sweetheart, it does hurt. You'll have to be gentle with me for a while, okay?" You ask closing your eyes. Tears line your lower lashes.

"Fern, Oliver, don't run off on me... oh GOD! Y/n, who did this to you?" You father cries rushing to your bedside next to Fern. "Oh, my baby."

You sure are a sight, that's for sure. Gauze and bandages are wrapped around your neck where you'd clawed at your own skin to get Savannah's hands off your throat. Dark circles formed under your eyes and you have bruising running up and down your neck for added effect. Despite Savannah's hands being so small the imprints left on your neck are much larger.

"Do I look ready for prom?" You joke needing it to keep from crying.

Your father gives you a half smile even as he looks so close to crying. "Baby, you always look beautiful."

Two tears slip down your face. You may be a grown woman that raised three children and took on the responsibilities that shouldn't have been yours, but at heart you're still that 18 year old needing her mom and dad to hug her and tell her everything is okay. "Daddy, I was so scared." You whisper unable to keep your eyes open.

Garrett stands again and moves to the top of your bed. He'd hug you if he didn't think it'd cause you more pain. Brushing your hair from your face he presses a kiss to your crown. "I know baby. I know. I love you Y/n. I'm sorry."

You let yourself cry then. Ollie and Fern both sit in chairs on either side of you, their heads resting on your legs, their hands holding yours letting you have this. Above you Garrett is stroking your hair whispering to you that it'll be okay.

Dark stands just outside your room. Anger runs through his veins. He still doesn't understand what Savannah's plan truly is but attacking you is unforgivable. Clenching his fists Dark vows a painful death to the woman. He swore his protection to you and he plans of ensuring that this threat is taken care of.

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