Fic Teasers | August 26, 2020
Hello my peeps! Another Fic Teaser Wednesday coming down the pipeline at you. First up on Thursday the 27th, we have Part 2 of Career Change with my favorite couple, Adam and Charlie. Charlie is continuing to work on her courses to be a phlebotomist. Adam does not help. Which surprises no one I am sure.
And then on Saturday, that beloved golden noodle head, Magnus Martinsson, is back with a little mutual pining with our reader. And GASP!! They get trapped in a room. What ever will happen!?
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Career Change | Adam x Charlie | Part 2
“Charlie, what’s wrong?” Simone asked.
“Nothing. It’s fine.” Charlie pushed her hair back and settled herself.
“Charlie, what’s the rule?”
“No use of ‘fine’ or ‘okay’ when asked a question. Sorry.”
Simone let the apology slide. “Let’s try again… What’s wrong?”
“Adam is driving me crazy!” Charlie groaned. “He won’t leave me alone.”
“He’s used to have you to himself and not sharing you with the world, Charlie. Vampires don’t take change well. Particularly an obstinate vampire like Adam.”
“How do I get him to understand this is important to me?”
“What makes you think he doesn’t already know?”
“He seems to be sabotaging my study attempts.”
“And how is he doing that?”
“Playing his music, pulling out his drums, asking nonstop questions, sex. Take your pick.”
“Sex?” Simone raised an eyebrow.
“All the time. Are vampires part rabbit? I need to know.”
“No. But I can say certain appetites increase significantly once a vampire turns.”
Charlie rolled her eyes, and Simone suppressed a chuckle. “And I got involved with a sex fiend from a former life.”
“He is a musician. You knew this. And I haven’t heard you complain about your sex life before.” Simone countered.
“I am not complaining.” Charlie blushed. “I just… I need to get the work done and do well. This is important to me.”
“I know this is going to sound like a radical idea but have you tried talking to him?”
“Yes.” Charlie replied in a small voice.
“Charlie, have you really tried?”
“Sit him down in a neutral place. I would suggest the kitchen. And explain why this is important and how his behavior is hindering you. Set some ground rules. You like rules.”
“Can you sit down with him this week and set up some ground rules for this time that you are in this course?”
Simone smiled. “Good luck.”
Trapped | Magnus Martinsson x Reader
“Thanks.” He smiled up at you and part of you melted inside. This was it, the moment you had been waiting for the past two months. “But I’m trying to cut back.” He pushed the coffee cup away with his pen before returning to his paperwork.
“Oh.” You plastered a fake smile. “I’ll remember that for next time.”
You walked to your desk across the way and slumped back to your desk. You pulled out your cell phone and typed out a quick message to your close friend.
Coffee didn’t work. Any other bright ideas?
A few minutes later, your phone beeped. You glanced down.
You typed out a quick response.
Trying to not get fired. I said bright ideas.
You returned your attention to your paperwork, trying to put your failed attempt at flirting with Magnus behind you. Your phone beeped again as you clicked the screen on.
“Important personal call?” Magnus called out behind you, causing you to drop your phone. He bent down, picked it up and handed it back to you.
“Just a friend.” You pocketed the phone.
“Unit meeting in the conference room. Kurt asked me to fetch you.”
You rose and followed Magnus into the glass-walled conference room. Kurt and Anne-Britt were already seated. Magnus leaned against a low filing cabinet as you took a seat at the table. Kurt slid a folder in your direction. You flipped through the photos and reports.
“That we have found.” Kurt piped in.
“Any identification? Jewelry, markings?” Magnus added.
Anne-Britt jumped in. “No ID or jewelry. Each girl had a mark on their ankle.” Everyone flipped through to find the photo. You squinted at the mark.
“It looks like a rope burn or chain mark.” You added.
“But look,” Magnus moved to lean over your shoulder. Your stomach fluttered as his wild curls brushed against your head. “these links are too perfect. It’s almost like interlinked circles or the letter ‘c’.”
“Trafficking?” Your head snapped to Kurt and Anne-Britt. Their sullen faces said it all.
“And prostitution.” Anne-Britt jumped in. “We think we know where the girls are being held once they bring them here.”
Kurt slid another photo over. Magnus took the seat next to you.
“This is nothing more than a warehouse. And a crumbling one at that, Kurt.” Magnus commented. “How can you be sure?”
“We aren’t. That is why you two will stake it out.” Kurt gestured at the two of you.
You both responded in unison and in disgust. Kurt barely contained his smile. “Anne-Britt and I will follow up on some other leads. Unless this is going to be a problem for you two?”
