#blue bloods fanfic

[twofacedharveydent]

After being away from home for the last few years, Noelle has finally returned and reunites with her childhood friend, Jamie Reagan. The two slip back into their comfortable friendship, but he knows she is keeping something from him. Can he figure out what happened to her and the truth behind his brother's death?

FFN | WP

Into The Blue | @missecharlotte →  Noelle Kelley & Jamie Reagan

[justaz]

merlin told arthur his favorite color was the color of the sky during sunset when it shifted into a deep violet. arthur gets a tunic made in that exact shade. its the best thing merlin owns. arthur was hoping that would mean he’d wear it almost everyday but merlin almost never wears it. the only time he does wear it is when royals come to visit (which isn’t all that often). arthur “subtly” asks about it and merlin is like “it’s the best thing i own. i’m not gonna dirty it mucking out the stables or serving rowdy knights wine while they splatter food on it” and arthur is like “why not wear it when nobles come to visit? look at least a little presentable for them” (cough nice save). merlin doesn’t see the point in it bc nobles don’t care about him at best, view him as less than human at worst.

arthur really just wants to see his boyfriend servant in the tunic he had made for him (bonus points for sending a message that merlin is his. not that merlin seems to notice. man is too much of an idiot). merlin wants to preserve his favorite tunic and gift from his boyfriend king.

[asterixer]

"You're a mess. You have carcass gunk all over your face. Here.”

[bee-rosmyth-art]

Chelley week, day 3 - Scars

Wheatley was starting to notice that Chell didn't have just a few scars.

She was covered in them.

The pale lines criss crossed her back, arms, and legs, and there, just below her ribcage, laid the marks of a stray turret bullet. It was a wound that he had personally watched heal from a bloody gash in her side to the twisted knot of flesh that it was now. All of these, he would have been fine with. In fact, he wouldn't have even give them a second thought, if it weren't for the simple fact that he was pretty sure he was the cause of most of them.

[folklorewoods]

[your-local-baguette]

Hi i have request its okay if you don't want to do it can you do Y/n who can fight? example: Y/n hear girl say Sea is good than his brother at playing and the girl insult rin so Y/n get angry and go to girl and hold her hair and hit the girl in her face so times so she start bleeding and rin come and see Y/n hit the girl. (sorry for bad english and grammars / you complete the rest ^^) can you do it for Ness, kaiser, Sea, Rin?

Are you in my head ? I've been thinking of something similar like reader as a bodyguard ot smth ? But that's such a good idea! Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy❤️

Bllk boys with a girl that can fight

Warnings: violence obviously, not proofread! Contains mention of blood. Swearing, Proceed at your own risk.

Characters: Ness, Kaiser, Rin and Sae

Sae itoshi

You gritted your teeths, your grip on your boyfriends hand tightened, catching his attention. His gaze turned to you, noticing your angered expression, he followed your gaze, landing on twi girls, gossiping about...him and rin...his thumb caressed your hand in an attempt to calm you down. Which seemed to be in vain, the girls kept on talking about them

'rin is so much better'

'like i'm sorry?? Sae sucks'

It was getting to your head, while you did try to keep yourself calm, it just wouldn't be work. It took three more words...just those three for you to walk towards those two girls

'rin is better'

Sae clearly failed ti hold you back, he didn't even try to stop you, knowing full well it was pretty much going to be wasted efforts. You grabbed one the girls collar, looking right into her eyes "say it again..i fucking dare you" you could perceive the fear in her eyes, her lower lips quivering. "L-let me go..." She said, with a pitiful voice. You let go of her collar pushing her onto the ground aswell, glaring at the other girl "same goes for you, talk about my boyfriend like that again and you see the light of day again" you walked off, back towards sae who was a little stunned, while he knew you were known to be violent, he didn't expect this. But with what he witness with shido he wasn't as shocked. "Come, let's go.." you said, the gentle look you usually have, back, Sae nodded, following you while his hand snaked around your arm to grab yours.

Micheal kaiser

He had a smirk gracing his lips, one hand in his pocket, the other pushing back his hair. His teasing gaze strained on you, while you held a girl by her hair, while tears were running down her cheeks. You weren't actually hitting her, just pulling her hair. You whispered in her ear, she nodded furiously while you let go of her, you dusted off your hands walking back towards kaiser. "Well well, would you look at that~ my liebe is defending me ?" You snaked your arm around his "why wouldn't i ?" Your loving gaze was back, "tell me why i wouldn't defend my boyfriend" you sneaked a kiss on his lips, earning a slight chuckle from him. He smirked at you " i'm just honored, my pretty girlfriend scares off some random haters. You make me fall harder each day liebe" you blushed at his words, scratching the back of your head, you both walked away while you threw one last glare towards that girl

Ness Alexis

Ness would do that for you, but dam did you catch him off guard when you lifted that girl by her collar, glaring at her. Ness still had that little smile but in the back of his head...it...was something else. He kept on watching as the girl nose started bleeding while she was sitting on the floor. You glared at her "watch your dam words next time" you wiped your hands on your pants, crossing your arms while she looked up at you "if i catch you talking about my boyfriend like that again, let's just say...it might not go so well for you" you now wiped your hand on your lips, a bit of blood running down, that girl actually had managed to put up quite a fight. You walked back to Ness, he seemed delighted to have you back at his side "hello my little fighter" he said of his gentle voice, you smiled kissing him on your tippy toes has if nothing happened. "Let's go home, i'm a little tired" he nodded, offering yiu his hand, which you happily grabbed. Walking back with your boyfriend.

Itoshi rin

He'd be quite surprised if you fight for him. While he had that blank expression, he was kind if smirking inside ? Yk what i mean. There was something about you not being scared of fighting someone else for him...that felt attractive. He f-ing loved it, watching you defend him...

"watch what you fucking say next time tch" you said, looking down on that girl, she was terrified, you rolled down your sleeve, wiping the blood off your face. You winked at the girl, walked back towards your man, he looked at you walking past him, indicating him to follow you, he did so. Easily catching up to you, interwining his fingers with yours. Your shoulders brushed every then and there. "You looked cool back then" he said, still with his monotone voice, but you could discern a small tone of excitement in his voice.

Heyaa! Hope you liked it ! I feel like rin personality wasn't really on point here but nothing else coming to mind. I'm glad you requested this, it was really fun to write.

[solar-eclippse]

Innocence died screaming Honey, ask me, I should know

[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

જ⁀➴Previous chapter

Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,684

Tw: Blood, deaths, guns, killings, reader vomiting, suggestive. + I hate how I wrote the last part aaaaaa

Summary: You and Leon went to find the second and third pieces, what about the fourth?

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Leon filled you in with his objectives, what he needs to do and what to find to bring back to the D.S.O while taking down fucked up mutations and entity’s that came straight out from a horror movie, but he left a certain detail out because he doesn’t want to worry you.

You have the pieces that he needed.

“A cube that glows?” you tilt your head, Leon nodded. “And it was destroyed in pieces so it can’t be at its full potential because when it was given to the wrong hands, it’ll cost chaos?” You spoke in a concerned and confused tone, “that’s right.” Leon chuckle.

“Damn, that came straight out of a horror film.”

Leon smiled at your words as he watch you eat some energy bar that he found, he brushes off the bits in the corner of your mouth as your eyes bore to his.

Then you remembered, yesterday there was something stuck inside your wound and that you have to pull it out with the tweezers. It was small, glowing and it burns your flesh when you touch it without gloves.

“I think I saw one piece.” You hum in delight, knowing that you could help Leon and yourself to get out of here. He’s interest piqued and gave his attention to you, “really? Where?” he asked, moving closer to you.

You search for your bag and take the fabric with the stone inside, it was nearly folded as you open it up—he saw the weak glow of the stone. “How?” he raise a brow, “I found it stuck inside my wound, and I tell you. It fucking hurts.” You shove the fabric with the stone to him.

“It does say that they only took a couple off to the stone, right?” Leon nodded, tucking the stone back to your bag at the bottom. Neatly placing it so it doesn’t accidentally slipped off the fabric, “does it say the specific number that they took? Like, five or six or below?” you kept asking question, he knows that you’re eager to find them so the two of you can go home and forget that this event never happened.

“I think they only took the edges of the cube,” He moves his head to his head and lean back, you could hear his muscle crack. “Since it’s a cube, we need to find only four of it.” Leon spoke as he let out a satisfying groan after cracking some of his bones and muscles.

You blinked at him and finish the energy bar, “when we get home, I’m getting you a massage therapist.” You offered to Leon, which he was grateful and nodded. He didn’t refuse your offer since he knows you’ll only keep insisting and hired the therapist no matter what.

The room was filled with silence for a while, you look at your watch and it was already 11:30 in the morning.

Leon stood and brush off some dust, he crack his back to relieve the stiff muscle. “Old man.” Those words slipped from your mouth without thinking, “at least this old man can still do the job.” He smirked and helped you up, “you ready?” he asked, his hand at the back of your neck as he brush his thumb to your skin.

You nodded and slip the bag in your arms.

“remember, stay behind me and stay close as you can.”

The mansion was big, much better than your fathers mansion. You could get easily lost here if your father decides to buy as big as this mansion, you knew you’d get lost and had to ask a servant to escort you back to the main lobby.

It was… beautiful, as you describe. It may be ruined but the beauty of this mansion remains, it was such a shame to see it in this poor state.

You stayed close to Leon as you can, clinging to his arm as you were the one holding the light when Leon needed something in the dark, your anxiety would grow if Leon asked you to stay behind if he needed something to take care of to himself.

As mysterious as the house can be, it was full of puzzles, notes and blood stains to walls, tables, and beds. It was everywhere, you had to keep your weep a muffle when entities that couldn’t be killed are nearby. You have to choke on it or bury yourself to Leon.

When the two of you need to hide, you froze in fear and Leon had to carry you away and settle you close to him.

“baby, stop freezing when we need to hide. We’re not in a freeze tag game.”

That’s what he said and you try to do what he said, you don’t want to be a heavy burden than you’re already are. Whenever you hear weird breathing nor loud footstep, you alert Leon and quickly find a place to hide for the two of you.

Sometimes, the hiding spot could be… a little tight for two people, you could feel his built frustrations down there when you two hid inside the locker. You didn’t voice your concern, what the hell are you going to say?

“hey Leon. Your dick is hard, are you okay?”

That sounds so dumb, you’ll embarrass yourself and Leon might not even talk to you after that.

Although, he was big. As if his cock was screaming to be let out from the confinement of his pants. Leon noticed your flushed redden cheeks and ears, when he asked if you’re all right, you brush it off and told him you are fine.

You just kept your mouth shut, and every time you two had to hide. You can’t help but be tense and not squirm to his hold and when your ass is literally at his dick, would be better to fuck you when you get home rather than fucking in such place like this, right?

You and Leon searched for more clues inside an office, it was bloody and a wreck—as if a psychopath had finally lost their mind and snapped.

Leon had gone to the drawers and cabinets while you searched on the office table and its cabinets. You open every drawers to find something inside like paper and pens and a disturbing message, as if you’re playing a video-game and that you’re a sucker for the lore.

Leon was swift with his movement, he made quick search for something. Desperately finding anything that could help you two, to find the other three missing pieces and that could lead the two of you to the cube itself.

He was growing frustrated and the bulge in his pants were not helping him, he needs to let out some relief. He needs to jerk off where you can’t see him, but he knew better than leave you behind.

He has no choice but to hold it in.

You were rummaging inside each drawer but still find none, you grew frustrated and frown at the hopelessness you’re feeling. You see one figurine on the desk that’s been left untouched, the desk is filled with blood stain so why is this figurine is the only thing that’s clean?

It was small and cute, you want to pick it up and shove it in your bag and pretend it’s a souvenir, I mean, no one will claim it, right? You thought inside your head, it’s not stealing when the owner is now dead, right?

You pick it up, but a string was pulled from below. The ground shook as you support your body to the desk, it caught Leon off guard as he looks at you and gestures you to come close, “come here!” he said as you ran to him, almost tripping yourself when Leon caught you.

Bricks and woods pieces fell from above the ceiling, a door was open before you as he held you in a tight embrace—making sure that you’re not hurt.

“Fucking great, another secret room.” Leon mumbled, he palms his face and let out a sigh, you look at him confused, “I mean, secret rooms are cool, right?” you mumbled.

He chuckle and nodded, “yeah, it’ll get us quickly killed. So cool that monsters that we couldn’t kill emerge and attacked us.” His tone filled with sarcasm, you look at him dumbfounded as a tear slip from your cheek.

“I’m joking…” you sniffle at his words, “it’s not a good joke.” You frown and hit him with a book you picked up nearby, “I know.” He confesses and stood up with you in his arms.

“Do you wanna come with me or stay here?”

“I wanna go down with you.”

Leon respect your wishes and brings you close to him, “stay close, princess.” He said, urging you to cling to his arm as you two held flashlights as you went down.

It was dark, pitched dark. As if the void is sucking you two in and you don’t even know it. You found a light switch, you turn it on and it was dimly lit. It was a small dungeon, bar cells in each side of the room and at the end of the hall is another office.

You remember that you had a nightmare similar to a dungeon, you see faces that aren’t human and they make sounds that aren’t human. It made you scared and come crying to your mother when you were only five.

You’re twenty, and this shit still scares you. You look at each cell and there’s a skeleton nor dead body each, but one particular cell caught your attention and that it gave you a chill down your spine.

There was another monster that you and Leon couldn’t kill.

But it was different? It only stood there—watching, tilting its head until it scares you off. Leon was bothered but unfazed, it let out a small disturbing laugh as he pulled you inside the office so you wouldn’t get more nightmares.

The office… is a fucking mess. It was full of blood splatter and it’s too dark in here, the light barely fucking works. Leon kept you close to him so you wouldn’t feel too scared, he squeezed your hand tight, “it’s okay, I’m here.” He mutters as he spotted a faint glow from behind the desk, “fucking finally…” he said, “see it wasn’t that bad.”

You smiled at him as Leon led you to a corner, so you are assured that there’s no one behind to come and get you.

He made his steps light and towards the faint glow, he turned his lights on and it was a little unusual—it was covered with thick skin. His heart dropped when he realized that it was inside to one of the entities that they couldn’t kill—they were one of the experiment.

God, Leon couldn’t imagine you turning into one of them. Good thing you took that thing off of your leg or else he’d have to kill you too.

The creature screeched at him, as if it has two or five voices. Are there five people inside this thing that they just merge them together? That would be one fucked up experiment.

“Shit!” Leon curses, “don’t move! Stay there.” He command to you, you felt scared as the entity was more bigger than the one Leon first encounter.

Pale skin.

Black eyes.

The mouth was open wide, as if the corner of its lips reached through the back.

You pray that Leon would be left unharmed after taking care of that big thing, his moves were quick but too quick to counter as Leon almost flew across the room.

Your mind is spinning, you grip on to your pistol as you desperately search a way to help Leon. Something caught your eyes though, there was something throbbing from the monsters temple, it looks like an ass hole. Maybe that could be the weak point?

You steady your hand and aim right it as it pinned down Leon to the ground, trying to eat his head off. The screeching was loud and it was screaming at Leon—wanting to get a taste of his head so the entity can feast on you next.

Finger on the trigger, you pray that you don’t miss as you shoot.

Bang—

Your eyes were closed as your back slide from the cold wall. You held your pistol close, not wanting to see if you either miss or you shot it perfectly.

You take a peek, and it was lying on top of Leon, “fucking heavy.” Leon mutters and pushed the creature with all his might to the side, take his knife out and cut open its legs and take the second piece out.

He looked at you with a proud smile, “thanks.” He said, “no problem.” You squeak out the words as a smile grew from your lips, “did I do well?”

“You sure did, princess.”

Good thing he has gloves on, he takes the second piece and wrapped it with thick clothing—rolling it so it wouldn’t slipped out, he handed it to you and swept you up to your feet. He open the office door for you, when you got out—the entity in the cell was out and rushes to you.

It caught you off guard as it targeted you, not Leon.

It was on top of you, the grip is like a grip of steel. It is fucking impossible to make its hands open, when you hit it with your pistol. It didn’t gave any reaction.

You were almost seeing the light, and your life will soon flash before your eyes.

Bang—

Another gun shot was heard, the grip softens as the thing bled from the back of its head—dripping down as its black blood hit your cheeks. You screech in disgust and pushed it away, you cough and sat up. Leon assist you and soothes your neck, massaging it gently and hugging you tight.

“I forgot to mention that they have weak points,” you spoke in as you cough, “figured.” You turn to him and tilt your head to ask how, “it looks like someone’s anus, princess.” You choke at your saliva when he said that.

“somethings glowing.” He points out, taking his knife again and slicing the monsters back—it revealed its spine which made you wanna puke so bad. “Got the third one.” Leon announced as you put a thumbs up.

“yeah, great job getting the third one while you’re unfazed on how you fucking sliced its back, it’s showing its spine and shit.”

You gag and finally vomits at the nearby bin, Leon hums and pats your back—supporting you and gentle pats to encourage you to let it all out.

“There, there.” He said while taking care of the third piece and slipping it in your bag.

“What the fu—” you vomit some more, you felt sick to your stomach after a good vomit.

Leon nodded and took the bag from you, “I’ll carry onto this.” He slips it from either from his arms. “I reckon that the last one is at the big dude or the thing that chased you.”

Leon escorted you back to the office from above and let the two of you rest for a while.

Time check: 4:30 PM.

Sun will soon set, Leon needs to find the last piece as soon as he can. But he priorities your comfort first, if you want to rest—then he’ll rest with you. He won’t go anywhere.

“Never,” you start and hold back a vomit, “do that again.” You added and rest your back against the desk, Leon sat beside you and had his hand to your waist, bringing you close and laying your head to his shoulder.

“Then I need you to close your eyes then.”

“Exactly.”

You still feel sick, you gaze at his eyes as he gaze back to yours.

“what is it?”

“I wanna rest for a while before we continue.”

“Then rest, princess.” He kissed your forehead and caress the side of your waist.

“I’m here, always and will be.”

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[penwieldingdreamer]

A Shot in the Dark ~ Prologue

Well, welcome to my latest obsession - FBI and OA Zidan. This is a crossover between FBI, FBI: Most Wanted & Blue Bloods. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to be tagged in any future chapters.

I do not own any of the characters of the FBI Franchise and Blue Bloods, they belong to their respective owners

Summary It's said, you'll always meet twice in life. But you never thought it be in a hostage situation with a gun pressed against your head.

Warnings: hostage situation, canon typical violence, coarse language, smut in later chapters

The human mind is really the scariest thing of all.

Life in general is scary, and yet you step out of your home each day and face it. You imagine how a situation might turn out if you just changed one thing in your day to day life. Sometimes it’s the sandwich they didn’t have at the bakery and sometimes it’s the choice you make on the job.

“Andrew, drop the gun and let my sister go!” Detective Danny Reagan called, his own weapon trained on the former NYPD officer, voice shaking as he looked at you, seeing his own fear mirrored in your eyes. “She’s got nothing to do with this. You want me. Let the kids and her go.”

Shaking his head, former police officer Andrew O'Sullivan pushed the muzzle of his gun harder against your temple. "They are all the leverage I need to get you to do what I want."

"O'Sullivan! This is Agent Scott and Agent Bell with the FBI. Surrender your weapons and let the hostages go. We will make sure that your demands are met, but you need to let the kids and Miss Reagan go."

You could feel the tears running down your cheeks, but you knew you had to be strong for the children. Their parents put you in charge and you, as their teacher, needed to make sure they'd get out safe. “Please Mister O’Sullivan, you got me, let the children go home. They don’t have anything to do with this.”

Your heart was hammering in your throat watching your brother desperately trying to get Andrew to drop the weapon, the ground feeling like it was going to be pulled from underneath you. And here you thought it was going to be a good day today.

Five hours earlier, 9:15 Bluestone Lane Tribeca Café

"So, heard anything from tall, dark and handsome? You looked cute together."  

“Erin!”

“Mom! You’re embarrassing her.”

The lawyer grinned into her coffee mug as the three of you sat together for breakfast. "What!? I saw pictures from way back when. It's been more than four years now, just thought maybe you'd have a run in with him again."

"Nope, haven't seen him since before he started training at Quantico and you would know that. I'm practically living with dad and pop again after those idiots living above me wouldn't have smoked weed and forgot to shut off the water."

Nicky only rolled her eyes at her mother trying to play matchmaker – as always. “You should leave Y/N alone. Danny would have a field day if she came home with him.”

“Thank you, Nicky, I knew why you were my favorite niece.” You took a bite from your chocolate croissant. Usually you’d be getting the breakfast sandwich the café was famous for but today they were all out.

“I’m your only niece, so that’s not a hard feat to do.”

“Yet.” You pointed a finger at the younger woman. “And I don’t even know where he is. I’ll not be running after him and use dads resources to find him.”

“All I’m saying is that you should get laid, you can’t just stay a single workaholic forever." 

Sending your sister a disapproving look, you could see the disgust on your nieces face. She was old enough to be part of that conversation and already had one boyfriend, yet you knew she was absolutely embarrassed by her mother's choice of breakfast conversation.

"Mom! God! I'll be heading off to work or you'll start talking about dad and yourself." Nicky, so much like Erin grabbed her purse and to-go cup, leaned over to kiss her mother's cheek before she moved next to you. With her arm draped over your shoulder, she leaned in as if to whisper into your ear but still spoke at normal volume. "Don't let her bully you into looking him up. You do you, Auntie, but she's right, you need to get laid."

Slack jawed at her gall, you turned accusatory eyes on the lawyer. "That's definitely on you, Erin. You taught her to be like that."

"Well, she's definitely got that from me and she'd make a great lawyer like that."

Letting out a sigh, you leaned back in your chair.

Damn, they were right.

Quickly apologizing to God under your breath, you try to anchor yourself to your mug. It had been years since you had seen Omar. You had met him outside a bar in the Financial District, after a date had dumped her right before dessert, telling her she wasn’t worth his time.

“He’s a dick, he wasn’t going to know what to do with you anyway.”

You sat together at the bar and talked about random stuff – friends, hobbies, only things that wouldn’t compromise him as you later found out he was undercover for the DEA.

“You’re quiet, what are you thinking about?”

Blinking, you watched your sister with a small, wistful smile, something she had seen so often when you had gone out to have breakfast with Nicky and her every Saturday morning. “Nothing.” You shrugged your shoulders, but the secret smile that barely turned up the corners of your mouth was still there and the lawyer knew that one, she had seen it often enough.

Erin took a sip from her coffee, narrowing her eyes at you. “Don’t give me that shit, Y/N. It’s Tall, Dark and Handsome isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You admitted quietly, looking down at your fingers, busy playing with the white napkin under your croissant.

“You should get Eddie to look for him, maybe he’s in town.”

Shaking your head vigorously. “No, I’ll not be looking for him. We would have seen each other, probably...maybe.”

“New York is huge, you think you’d just walk down Broadway and bam! There he is? Y/N, I can assure you, that’s not how it works.” She laughs, knowing all about it with her ex-husband Jack. “You want him, you need to look for him, he’s not just going to turn up if you snap your fingers.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want to look for him, maybe it wasn’t meant to be if I haven’t run into him by now. Or maybe he’s somewhere in D.C., happily married with 1.93 kids, living in the suburbs and chasing the bad guys.”

Chuckling, the lawyer shook her head at you. “You got it all figured out now, huh? Maybe he’s still single, thinking about that maybe with you. He was really nice when he came around for lunch that day.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me, Eddie wouldn’t shut up about him for a week straight.” Just then your phone chimed, letting you know that you needed to get ready to get to your Junior High class for their field trip to the museum. You would meet them together with their parents right in front of the museum. “Shit, I’m late! Sorry Erin, I got to head off.”

“We’re not done talking about him!” She called after you as you raced out of the cafe to the next Metro station.

An hour and a half later you remind your seventh grade students to be nice and listen closely to the lady showing you around the National History Museum. “There’s going to be a test on Monday next week, so you guys should take notes on all of this.”

A groan ripped through the hall and I knew they hated me for this. “But Miss Reagan, you said we could have fun today.” Jimmy calls from the back, a frown on his cute face. 

Giggling, you shook your head. They were still thinking it was just going to stay easier from there on out. “I did, but it doesn’t mean you guys can slack off on your school work. This is going to help you with your Science project.”

Groans, followed by sighs from your students were the end of that conversation. You and the group of thirteen-year-olds followed Mrs. Langdon as she talked about the museum, which exhibitions had already been part of the building and what was waiting for the boys and girls of Lower Manhattan Middle School. They were in the Early Adolescence stage and it was absolutely normal for them to act like that. With Nicky, Jack and Sean you had been exposed to that stage early on and you loved them for it.

You entered the Saurichian Hall of the museum, awed by the skeletons, the hairs on your arms starting to raise from the goosebumps at the imagination of having lived back in time, 66 millennia’s ago. But somehow, it wasn’t the only thing that gave you the shivers. At the entrance of the museum you had seen a guy, dressed like everyone else. But you had been around police your whole life and listened to your bothers to know that something was definitely wrong with him. His head was down but you saw his eyes darting about like he was searching for something – or someone.

Getting to the next section, you slightly turned your head away from your students excitingly listening to the tales of each dinosaur exhibited at the museum.

There he was again, the backpack slung low on his shoulders and it looked like he was sweating. Was he sick and needed help? If so, wouldn’t he have asked the people at the front desk or even stayed at home.

Danny had always told you to be vigilant about suspicious people roaming about and this guy fit the description. Should you text Danny or Jamie? They were probably busy with their cases and if he was just a creep you’d make a fool out of yourself and maybe your dad in extension.

Police Commissioner’s daughter accuses visitor at the National History Museum to be a creep and makes a laughing stock out of the Reagan family.

Now that would be the headline of the week.

Turning back to listen to Mrs. Langdon and your students with a sigh you missed him pulling out a gun from under his jacket, pointing it at your back before slightly lifting it up and pulling the trigger.

11:40, Joint Operations Center

“Alright guys, we've got a hostage situation at the National History Museum. Twenty-two students from LoMa Middle School and their teacher. This is high profile. Detective Reagan with the NYPD called it in about fifteen minutes ago.” ASAC Jubal Valentine’s voice rang out through the JOC. He motioned to Elise, one of the Analysts to put every information on the screens. “This is Y/N Reagan, she’s a teacher at the school and also the daughter of New York City Police Commissioner Frank Reagan.”

Your picture popped up on the screens, a happy smile on your face as you sat together with your father and your brother Jamie at a city function.

“You know, now that I’m done with my trainee-ship as teacher, we could make it official. Dad wants me to tag along at this function or other and I’d like to take you as my plus one.” You smiled at him, your arms slung around his neck as you lounged together on his bed.

Omar ran his fingers from your shoulder to your elbow and up again. He loved the feeling of your soft skin under his hands, slightly roughed from the army. “It would be nice, I’d love to finally show you off to my family as well. Erin has been nagging me like a hen to know who the guy is making me smile all day.” He smiled, nuzzling her neck and listening to her giggles as his nose and beard rubbed up and down against that point where her neck met her shoulder.

"I'd like that. I bet your sister isn't the only one nagging." He chuckled, burrowing closer and pushing his lower half against yours earning a soft groan from you.

Your fingers raked over his head, feeling the short cropped hair tickle the palm of your hands. “Pop and dad are already giving me those penetrative looks, you know the ones where they are acting like cops and trying to read a suspects thoughts.”

Closing his eyes, the former army ranger breathed in your scent. It was the one thing that grounded him on days his mind sent him back to Iraq. “From what you told me I’m more afraid of your brother, not your father and grandpa.”

Omar moved next to Maggie, a soft Shit leaving his lips as his eyes swept over the screens. It had been a few years since he’d last seen you, only a few days short of leaving for his training at Quantico. Seeing your face, tear track staining your cheeks with the suspect pressing his gun to your head.

The brunette watched her partner, the fingers of his left hand anxiously playing with his ring. A sign that he was nervous. A sign Maggie had learned in the beginning when they first were partnered up.

“You know her?”

He sighed, “We, ugh, we dated for a while before, before I went into training. I...broke it off, because I thought she’d be better off without me.”

“Gosh, OA.” Maggie murmured, scratching a fingernail along her eyebrow thoughtfully. She knew her partner had been in relationships before – he was Muslim, not a virginal saint, but she had never seen him this distraught or anxious. 

It was clear as day that you were still important to him and it took everything in him to not run out the door and drive off toward the museum.

"What do we have on the suspect?" Isobel questioned, coming to stand next to her 2nd in charge. 

"Suspect is 40 year old Andrew O'Sullivan, former police officer with the NYPD, 54th Precinct and bomb specialist with the Marines. Detective Daniel Reagan, Y/N’s older brother was part of the investigation against him.” Kelly Moran, an analyst at the JOC spoke up, tapping hastily on his keyboard and sending the pictures of their suspect to the bigger screens. “He took drugs from evidence and tried to sell it on the street. O’Sullivan needed it for his daughter, she has leukemia and he was going to take the money to pay for her treatments.”

The analyst pressed a key to show the picture of a little girl, maybe ten years old, grinning at the camera. “Lena O’Sullivan, she”

“His daughter died two days ago, that’s why he’s doing it. He wanted to save her from it and we took the money that would pay for her treatment. Andrew has been angry with me for a while and called me after Lena died.” A new voice sounded from behind them, strong and authoritative, yet they could all hear the pain laced into his words. “He has my sister and if you guys don’t get a move on, Andrew is going to kill them all.” Detective Daniel Reagan had made his way to the JOC, knowing he couldn’t make a move against O’Sullivan without the people of the FBI. You were his little sister and he’d be damned just sitting around at the precinct when he needed to get you to safety. More so when Erin would have his head for being the reason the former officer had you and your kids as hostages.

[chocomd]

Lifting the Mask

Rating: T

Genre: Angst, Missing Scene, Aang-centric

Word count: 1,860

Story summary: When Aang looks under the mask, he unveils more than just the Blue Spirit. (Zukaang)

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It was when the mask came loose that Aang could no longer resist.

The mystery of his savior’s identity compelled his hands to reach for the wood-carved face. That question had burned in Aang’s mind ever since the man in black had wordlessly sliced the shackles from his wrists. And the opportunity to discover the truth would not present itself again.

But Aang was moved by more than curiosity, or even the hunger to know the answer.

The mask was a painted shell beneath his fingers. Alien. Cold. And with its protruding white fangs and unforgiving eyeholes, dangerous.

Who was this person who had searched for Aang, while he was buried behind walls cold and dangerous, chained with no hope of rescue? Who had donned the façade of protection to share in his fate?

The masked man knew where Aang was being held, when no friend of Aang’s was aware that he’d been captured to begin with. And the man must have known that by breaking into the stronghold with only a mask and a blade, he was tying his life to Aang’s. They would rise, or they would fall—together.

By binding himself to Aang, the man had made himself a part of him.

And then he had turned on Aang. Blades at his throat, cutting into skin.

Not a friend, after all.

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[twofacedharveydent]

After being away from home for the last few years, Noelle has finally returned and reunites with her childhood friend, Jamie Reagan. The two slip back into their comfortable friendship, but he knows she is keeping something from him. Can he figure out what happened to her and the truth behind his brother’s death?

FFN | WP

Into The Blue | @missecharlotte →  Noelle Kelley & Jamie Reagan

[illusion-of-sea-axes]

   The most Tucker has ever heard about tombs has been in old Bible stories. Mainly the one about Jesus. But in those stories, the people never stayed in their tombs. They always got up and left.

   Technically, you could say the desert temple was a tomb. But it wasn't CT who killed Tucker the first time.

A cover for my ongoing fic Lazarus Left The Tomb which you can find here.

[chanyouchan]

⌕ olhos do oceano, indisponível

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

📆 07/05/23 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

[orpheusismefr]

I like too many things, and I have no one to talk to about them, so PLEASE, if you want, and if we have similar interests, let's be moots :)

btw I have never had online friends, and english isn't my first language :>

[fixomnia-scribble]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Oh gosh! This is going back a long way. And all but a few are unfinished novels, because Me.

Shekhinah (CSI, Grissom/Sara, E).

We meet awkward little Gibbie and his doting parents, and bright little Satya and her loving but terribly ill parents. They age up to about twenty one (Gil) and twelve (Satya / Sara). Then I jumped straight for the smut challenge prompts and into Season Six, and never really went back to fill in the rest. Anyway, if you want a backgrounder on how they grew up and why it was so damn hard for them to get together...

Rhapsody For Two (CSI: NY, Flack/Angell, E)

A New York un-Fairytale. Three short years in the lives of two detectives trying to make a difference in the world. A literary love song to two of New York's fictional finest: Don Flack and Jess Angell. This novelette has a Choose Your Own Timeline split, so you get to decide whether Jess Angell lives or dies in your headcanon! (BRING HANKIES.) TW for death.

Noise and Signal (X-Files / Wrinkle in Time / Contact, Mulder/Scully, Ellie/Palmer, T)

A cross-crossover that I still dream about, that I would need a year to research properly and write. It's 2004. The alien race from Vega (Contact) makes contact again, and this time they want to visit, and to help the Earth fight the colonization of the virus-born aliens (X-Files) . But what is their true intention? What is the Divine or Demonic nature of the Spaceship that everybody wants, and to whom does it rightfully belong? Is the Earth just a chessboard, or does Humanity have a greater role to play (Wrinkle in Time series)?

Detour Ahead (Blue Bloods, Jamie/Eddie, E)

Another novel that, as its name implies, ran away from me. I would still love to finish it, but the writing in later seasons unfortunately just made me fall out of love with the show. But this was SO MUCH FUN. Eddie and Jamie get together over Season 8, and try to keep up an actual grown-up functional relationship among a backdrop of shady underworld NYPD politics, impossibly nosy Reagans and Eddie's painful family past.

The Long Game (Lie to Me, Cal/Gillian, T, gonna be E soonish)

A challenge fic! Cal, Gillian, Alec and Zoe have been playing out a decade-long dance of partnerships, family, marriage, divorce and desire. When Alec passes away, the music stops and everyone is forced to see how far they've come, and what the dynamic of the future might look like. TW for drug abuse and death.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

🦋

currently reading No Water Is Enough by @boomchickfanfiction and aughhh!!! it has done me so much emotional damage /pos

follow if you'd like to see more art <3

spoilers for the fic + symbolism below the cut ↓

what inspired me to make it in a stained glass style was hua cheng's ashes cracking and his belief.

i dug around a little on stained glass, and medieval monks thought that blue was the closest color to black, and furthest away from god's light. i thought it would be a perfect scheme for a piece about hua cheng's feelings of failure.

he's in wu ming's outfit because the fic describes him in simple black servant's robes at one point. his eyepatch is bleeding for plot reasons, wu ming's mask is cracked and bloodied, and ruoye is ripped (there's a lot of broken things in this fic.)

i highly recommend the fic if you need a good dose of angst.