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Timeless Pt.2

Summary: For centuries, Y/N has been Klaus’ well kept secret. An innocent soul that cherished him despite his short comings, that loved him no matter the monster he became. She was his, he was hers, and he wasn’t keen on letting that go. Of course, that kind of love is perfect leverage and the Salvatore brothers have just learned about her existence.

Word Count: 1768

A/N: some insight on Y/N. i hope you enjoy, sorry for any mistakes

PT. 1

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Despite where they had kept her, the Salvatore residence was delightfully impressive. She left her cell to explore the endless hallways and tall doorways, beyond mesmerized as she walked behind the brothers. Her cottage seemed childlike in comparison. Once they reached the living area, where sun seemed to collect as it came through the full length windows, she tried desperately to hold in a gasp. Before either brother could stop her, she rushed to get a closer look, screaming in agony instead of delight as the sun touched her skin. Hands wrapped around her, rushing her to a place to sit as the sun was snuffed out like a candle. "Why?" Tears flooded her eyes as she stared at Stefan, lip quivering at the idea that they had betrayed the little trust she had allowed them.

He let her go as if he was the one being burned, fiddling with something in his pocket until he could pull it out. "I'm sorry about that, I was going to give you this back after you ate something." In his hand was a golden necklace with a dark crystal as a pendant. Her hand rushed to her neck, shocked that she hadn't noticed its absence. Niklaus had given it to her the first time he had to leave, she had never seen it as anything but a gift of love.

She takes it carefully, letting out a sigh of relief as the weight of it settles against her chest. "Its absence caused the sun to harm me?" Her eyes are wide like a baby dear and, though it's his first instinct to doubt, a part of the Salvatore brother knew she wasn't just acting.

"You don't know the first thing about being a vampire, do you?" Y/N pulled back, offended despite the truth in his statement. The moment she was turned, Niklaus had guided her through the whole experience. She didn't even know how to hunt for something on her own, let alone compel it.

"I've never had to." She doesn’t look at him as she admits it, focusing on the feeling of her skin healing itself instead. A blood bag was thrown at her as Damon walked into the living room, Stefan catching it before it hit her in the face. It seemed she needed to work on her reflexes if she wanted to exist around the brothers.

"You really are a princess, huh?" Damon lounged across from her, staring at her deeply in an unnerving way. "Plump and waiting in the tower for Prince Charming. Spoiled."

She hated the word as it left his mouth, dripping in spite and something like hate. There was an emotion she didn't know she could feel festering under her skin and, before she knew it, the elder brother was trapped under her, blood beginning to spill from the indents under her fingers around his neck. " You will not speak to me in that way." There was no smirk as she growled above him, the hold on him not allowing any more foul words to leave his lips.

"I suppose I should've warned you of the violence streak dear Y/N had before my brother compelled it from her." The new voice distracted her enough to let go of Damon, the vampire taking a deep breath and glaring at his own brother as he did. Stefan could only shrug.

She couldn't remember a time when this anger had filled her and yet a man who had known her as long as her lover was familiar with it. There was too much going through her head as she stared at Elijah. Not only had Niklaus trusted him with the one thing he held close to his heart, but she had trusted him with her innermost doubts and insecurities. Betrayal was bitter on her tongue as she hissed, "You."

"I realize you're upset but I did what was best-" She was nowhere near as strong as an original, though she was close in age they were more capable than her in every sense of the word. However, sharing a bedroom with one gave her the upper hand she didn't know she would need as she rushed Elijah. He moved to sidestep her, a move Niklaus often used to get the upper hand, allowing her to catch him and throw him as far as her body would allow. The crash covered the sound of Stefan making his way to stand next to her, offering a calm touch despite the sudden understanding of why Klaus was so obsessed with her. Elijah stood with an air of calm that she used to appreciate, brushing off his suit and ignoring the blood that dripped on his face. "Is it out of your system?"

Y/N straightened her posture, breathing in deeply and pushing the fire down, "Explain yourself to me, Elijah."

"You've spent too much time with my brother, Y/N." He smiled to himself, the sight causing her to bristle. "May we have the room, boys?" Damon left, muttering under his breath that this was his home while Stefan paused to look at the two. When he realized he was already invisible to them, he sighed and followed his brother. The moment he knew they could no longer hear them, his posture loosened the slightest bit. He smirked, "And then there were two."

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She sat across from Elijah, the table she had thrown him into now a buffer between them. There are memories of a faraway life dancing in her head, one where Elijah was the first to steal her admiration from the world. It's no wonder Niklaus took the memory of him away from her. "They fed you vervain, it stops any kind of compulsion," Elijah said, always the one to get straight to business before anything. "Unfortunately, it's also extremely toxic to us. Hence, the burning."

"That is not the explanation I wanted." Y/N replied with a glare he hadn't seen in centuries seemingly tattooed on her face. He had missed this side of her.

"My brother has kept a lot from you, most of it behind the guise of your own safety." He continued, "With his new motivation to find the cure, I thought it would be beneficial that you were yourself again."

"At the expense of your brother's trust? He will connect it to you sooner rather than later, Elijah."

A sad smile tugged on his lips, the worry from the woman across from him bittersweet. "Yes, but you no longer live the way he wishes. Not until he finds us, that is." Of course, the distraction of her disappearance was more than helpful in creating a plan regarding Klaus. There was even a small part of Elijah that hoped without his brother's compulsion, she would realize that not only is there a world outside her cabin but that there's a love outside of him. "Is that not worth it for the time being?"

His question echoed throughout her mind, the idea of an entire world being at her exposure beyond overwhelming. Then there was Niklaus and the sudden mixture of emotions she felt towards her lover. She had always hated when he was angry, never sure why, but as she wondered what would happen when he found her images of torn-apart bodies and blood-stained floors flooded her. Was it smart to hope against him? "There's more to what you say."

"You know our family well." He stood carefully, making his way to her with all the time in the world. He offered her his hand, "Come, let me show you what you've missed."

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It's a two-day journey back to Mystic Falls, though it doesn't escape Klaus that he had no idea as to how long they had her. Anger fueled his every move as he crossed the town line, going straight to the Salvatore house with no other thought than getting her back. He's forced backward as he attempts to charge through the doors, a scream forcing itself out of his lungs. "Salvatore!" He took a breath, a worthless attempt to calm himself down. There was shuffling coming from inside the home but nothing that sounded like his love.

The door opened to a smug Damon, leaning against the wall just out of Klaus' reach, "Well isn't this a pleasant sight. To what do we owe the pleasure, your majesty?" He rushed as close to the doorway as he could, glaring at the other vampire with enough malice that a human could feel it collect in the air. "Seems the owner of the house never invited you in." He tutted.

"I will burn your beloved home to the ground." Klaus seethed, a deadly smirk on his face as he imagined the scene.

"You might lose some precious cargo doing that." The murderous haze around him cleared as he stared at the elder Salvatore's neck. Deep indents were still healing, dried blood caking the neck of his shirt, the sight filling him with pride like never before.

"She can't be used against me, though I admire your hope of the contrary." Klaus smirked, "All you've done is make Elena's death that much more painful." The façade Damon held broke ever so slightly at the mention of Elena, proving that the two brothers were weak when it came to the doppelganger. He rose his voice for her to hear, still staring Damon down as he did, "My love! Do what you must, find me when you tire of these nitwits." He left without another word, full confidence that he would be reunited with her by the end of the week.

Carefully, she tiptoed out of the hallway and watched as he walked away. She wanted nothing more than to run to him, to yell his name, and feel his arms around her as he whisked her away from this new world around her. But as her heart tugged to be with him, her feet stayed glued to where they were. He was allowing her some time, no doubt suspecting that they had taken away his compulsion, which meant he wanted her to learn. She took a deep breath, Niklaus' blessing taking away the hesitation she once had. She'd go back to him and they'd be happy, but first, she needed to know what was going on. She looked to Elijah, despite his betrayal he was the only one she could trust, and with a smile, he offered his arm to her. The moment Niklaus was no longer in sight, she wrapped her hand around his arm and readied herself for the new world.

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Timeless (Klaus Mikaelson x F!Reader) Pt. 1

Word Count: 3534

A/N: Beyond excited about this one and I hope you guys like part 1! I’m not sure how many parts it’ll be but I like where it’s going so far. Enjoy ;)

PT. 2

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There was a house in the middle of what once was an empty field. He had told her it would be and, despite her doubts, standing right in front of her was exactly what he had promised. It was bigger than she could ever possibly need and she hadn't even stepped foot inside just yet. He had a habit of spoiling her it seemed. A rush of wind brought the man to her side, his sudden appearance no longer shocking her the way it used to. It was quite thrilling if she was honest with herself. "Are you satisfied, love?" He was a charming man, his smile enough to threaten her strongest of principles. Her mother must be rolling in her grave as she stood in front of him with her bare feet on the ground.

"It's far too much, Niklaus." She was always radiant when she smiled, the sight enough to warm even his cold heart. It was unfair to say that he had taken her, though he was sure that's what the village thought once they found her empty bed. The truth was he had grown quite fond of the human. She saw him in an innocent light that he swore had left long ago. He wanted to keep that and he didn't have to compel her to do so.

"It is just what you deserve." There's no hesitancy when she takes his hand, onlookers no longer around to judge at the simple act of affection. He tugs her gently, opening the door to more than just a new home. It was a new life.

The inside took her breath away. It was decorated as if she was royalty, the floor smooth underneath her with no fear of splinters and the walls decorated with paintings that she used to only dream of seeing. He let her go, smiling to himself at the wonder that was on her face as she moved from room to room. To him, it was modest living, but she reacted just the same as the first time he took her to his family's manor. He planned on keeping it that way.

"Did you paint these for me?" She stared at a face she only ever saw in the river, her own eyes unblinking with a coy look that only Niklaus has seen. She had never posed for him and yet the resemblance was so uncanny it distracted her from the grand fireplace that it hung above. Her young heart told her it was love.

"Some. Others simply came to fruition." He was behind her, admiring the way her heart picked up as his breath ghosted along her neck. "You haunt my mind far too often, love." He whispered, nosing his way to the vein that seemed to pound with her nerves. He pressed his hand to her waist, the touch the closest the two have been in the time they've known each other. It was easy for him to find a common whore or a snack, he didn't need that from her. She was something else to him and, to some degree, she knew that.

"Will it hurt?" Her words were almost a whimper as she waited with bated breath, unsure whether she was more excited or nervous about what was to come. He had promised her the world on a platter and it was finally time for him to deliver.

"Not for long." His voice became rough as he pushed her body back against his, the movement practically forcing his teeth into her soft flesh. She had expected a scream to echo through the woods but all that came was a gasp as she felt the blood leave her body. He turned her around with a flick of his wrist, blood staining his smile as he looked down at her. "Are you ready, my love?" He purred. All she could do was nod. He kissed her like they had been married for years and the world wasn't there to simply judge their sin. It was addicting. He reminded her of sharks she once saw a fisherman pull in from the water but as she watched him bring his own wrist to his mouth, she knew he'd never be caught as they had. He cradled her head as she suckled at the wound, looking up at him with such innocent eyes as his blood stained her insides. "It'll be you and I, love. And when the time comes, we will rule." He whispered against her hair, staring at the painting instead of focusing on what had to be done. "My Queen, Y/N." With a snap, she fell into his arms.

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In the beginning, she was only allowed to feed from him. She wasn't sure how long it lasted, time something that was compelled away from her from the very first day, but there came a time where he couldn't continue his visits. He was nothing if not paranoid and if an enemy learned of her whereabouts, hell would be a welcomed experience. This led to his presents. Whenever the hunger started to fester in her gut, a human would find themselves lost at her doorstep with a gift from her beloved in their hands. It made her heart soar and her eyes turn blood red every time. Though her sweet cottage seemed to be timeless, it was through these visitors that she realized time was changing. The raggedy dresses and scuffed feet slowly morphed into harsh silhouettes and too tight clothing. The amount of skin shown was enough to make any woman faint but she was only ever intrigued. There was no need for much clothing at her home, outfits only changing from day to night and whether she was going for a walk or gardening. Yet she found herself stealing the clothes off her guests before disposing of them for her forest friends.

She was wearing a sundress in her garden when she sensed a presence. She stood gracefully, brushing the dirt off her with a calm despite the stranger on her property. "Who are you?" She still held her old accent, her gifts never speaking long enough to adopt anything new. The man seemed shocked at seeing her as if she was the one intruding and not him. He was well dressed; wearing a tuxedo despite the harsh sun above them, and she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps she knew the man.

With a speed she'd only ever seen in one other man, he suddenly stood in front of her. "Remember me."

She blinked, confused as her mind fought against the centuries of repressed memories. "Elijah?" Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him; the joy from reuniting with him outweighing the knowledge that she was practically naked in front of a man that wasn't Niklaus. "Where have you been? Niklaus was quite worried for you last I remember." She pulled away, finally noticing the state of dress she was in. "Is this acceptable now or shall I go change?"

"You're overdressed compared to the people out there, Y/N." He smiled softly at you, gesturing for the two of you to head inside. You immediately headed towards the kitchen, excited to use your new tea kettle and stove for someone besides yourself. "And as for my brother, he had kept me asleep for almost a century until he needed my assistance again."

To some degree she knew the outside world was nothing like the one she had left behind. But to hear a century had passed without her knowing, it was startling. "Has it truly been that long since I last saw him?" It felt like just yesterday that Niklaus had sat with her by the fireplace, humming a tune as she combed her fingers through his freshly cut hair. She wondered what he must look like after so long, whether his hair was still touching his ears or if he adopted the short style so many men wore that passed her door frame.

"He's quite apologetic about that. The small ounce of humanity he has these days is used towards you." She puffs with pride at that, glad that she wasn't forgotten despite what some may think. The kettle cut through the comfortable silence between statements, reminding her that Elijah was a guest and not just an informant. "He wanted me to check on you."

She paused as she stirred the tea cup, the act of care seemingly foreign from her Niklaus. "Someone is after him then?"

Elijah didn't know whether to smile or sigh, instead just taking the tea with thanks. There was a reason his brother adored her so passionately and it was moments like this that made Elijah see why. "He's close to breaking the curse."

Immediately, her eyes lit up. She adored living in her cottage, loved the presents and fresh air, but Niklaus being free meant she would be as well. She could see the world for what it currently was, maybe even feel a day pass by. "Does that mean you are staying? I can't imagine Niklaus offered as much."

Elijah did laugh then, "No. no. Just checking on you. Making sure no one has come that shouldn't have."

She nodded, somewhat lost in thought as she continued to stir her tea. With the presence of the elder original in front of her, thoughts that left with his presence were coming back. "Elijah, may I ask you a question?"

"I will do my best to answer."

"He has only taken time from me, yes?" She doesn't meet his eyes, the guilt of doubting Klaus causing her heart to sink to her stomach. He had explained his reasoning for it so perfectly, she had never questioned it for a second. She didn't want to learn that the reason she didn't was because he didn't want her to. "He hasn't compelled me anymore, has he?"

"Not that I know of, Y/N." She nodded, still lost in her thoughts and the new emotions that were spiraling in her head. It wasn't that he wanted her to be perfect, he just wanted her to be happy in his inevitable absence. "He'll come to visit soon. I must be leaving." Elijah was gone before she could say goodbye. It wasn't until she was washing his cup that she realized she could still remember he had even visited.

Later that night, with only the moon to judge her through her window, she let her questions of the world flood her mind. Niklaus had spun stories of what would happen when he was free of his mother's curse, of the army he would build and lead with her by his side. She was never one for violence or gore but if it meant being by his side in broad daylight with more than just the forest as witness; it was worth it to her.

She woke up to a silhouette in her room. It was far too soon for her to be receiving another gift and far too late in the night for Elijah to be back. "Niklaus, I do not appreciate your scares, darling." She mumbled into her pillow, eye barely open as the shadow danced around her room. She blames the sleep that still plagued her mind for not seeing soon enough that it looked nothing like her lover. Or that it disappeared before she could raise her head again. "Niklaus?" A rush of wind caused darkness to bloom for a different reason than the night and no matter how hard she tried to fight, it was useless. She was taught to be happy and caring, never taught to fight or protect. There was a poke at the side of her neck, next to the scar Niklaus had left so long ago, and instead of pleasure coursing through her veins all she could feel was pain. When it became too much, the slight burn turning into a wildfire in her borrowed blood, her body shut down, allowing the shadow to take her from her home.

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She wasn't fond of the quarters she was being held in. It was small and…dirty, she hardly wanted to get up from her rusted chair in fear of stepping foot on the disgusting floor. Niklaus had truly been spoiling her if this is how the people lived these days. Far away, she could hear unknown voices arguing and the fact that she couldn't hear their words clearly caused her to worry for her ears. When she couldn't break free from the chains around her wrists, she realized there was more to be worried about than her hearing capabilities. The arguing abruptly stopped in favor of footsteps that were getting far too close for her comfort. She remained calm, even as the small window of the door snapped open to reveal eyes she's never seen before. She tilted her head, "Hello. Who may you be?" The eyes widened slightly before the window closed and she was left alone once more. "Bit rude." She mumbled, straining to hear the whispers on the other side of the door.

"How long has he had her?" One whispered, pity coating his tongue even at such a low volume. She always hated the dreadful emotion.

"They had met a hundred years or so after we were created." She knew that voice, better said she remembered that voice.

"Elijah?" Betrayal choked her, causing the words to come out strained and far from ladylike. He winced at the sound, focusing on the brothers in front of him instead of the woman behind the door.

"She's no harm to you, the chains are unnecessary." He cleared his throat, adjusting his suit in favor of not having to think about his actions. His job was to look out for his brother; this was a part of that. "I will warn you that once he sees she's gone, nothing will be able to stop him from getting her back."

"We'll drain her by then." The word drain caused panic to course through her though it felt muted despite the circumstance. Perhaps Elijah knew more than he wanted to admit when it came to her and Niklaus. She couldn't see how this was the correct response instead of simply telling her.

The door opened, the two unknown voices left and Elijah long gone. The one with brown eyes and an apologetic smile was the first to step forward, acting as if she was a wounded animal and not a captive. "He won't be happy with you."

Blue eyes laughed, darker than his counterpart yet she was less offended by him. "We’re counting on it, sweetheart."

Her eyes practically popped out of her head at the nickname, Niklaus forbidding anyone from being so crass with her. She struggled in her chair, uncomfortable all of a sudden. "It'd be best to let me go. I don't like seeing him hurt people."

"I can't believe this." Blue eyes chuckled to himself, looking at the other man like she had said something outrageous.

"I'm sorry about my brother, he can be…rude." Brown eyes looked at her as if she understood the sentiment. Niklaus was never rude towards her, even as he told her stories about daggering his siblings he said it in such a sweet tone it almost seemed like just that; a story. "My name's Stefan. That's Damon. We're here to help you."

"I'm not in need of any help, thank you." Damon, as he was called, was getting far too close to her.

"You are." Stefan grimaced for a second, the expression warning her of what was about to be done. "And I'm sorry."

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He had come bearing good news, a smile on his face that the sun could only hope to rival. It had been far too long since he saw his queen; the downfall of New Orleans, his only home, leading him to protect the one thing he still had. Her. And as the years turned into decades turned into half a century he realized the only way he could be with her was if he was free. He threw himself into finding a way to break his curse then more than ever, vowing he wouldn't return unless he was sure it could be done. Now, not only was he sure but it was practically done. He could imagine her face as he told her, the pride that would swell in her chest as she hugged him in celebration. He wished nothing more than for her to be there when the time came and, when imagination was no longer enough, he decided to get her.

The smell of flowers overwhelmed him as he stood at her doorway, her love for gardening never dying as the years went by. He knocks on the door only to be polite, she was never a fan of being surprised with his presence. "Darling, open the door won't you?" There's a slight timber in his voice, something she could never resist after hearing especially after such a long time apart. Her mind might not know the years that passed but her body certainly did. When there was no response, the door not opening to reveal her beauty to him, he huffed in aggravation. He adored waking her up but only after she had fallen asleep with him next to her. Otherwise, it was a nuisance. The fact that the door was unlocked didn't alarm the original, she was never a paranoid soul and the only people she saw were those he sent to her. "Wake up, love!" He throws his jacket towards the living room towards a lounge chair that had always been there but it falls to the ground with little noise. He was too focused on seeing her to notice the knocked over furniture. "Y/N, you couldn't possibly be this tired-"

There's a stark silence as he looks at the scene in front of him. Her bed is unmade, the side left for him uncharacteristically messy with the blanket pooling to the ground. The mattress was askew, almost titled as it hung off it's frame. If he did not know her loyalty like his own mind, he would assume she had a lover. He turned, finally seeing the trail of damage that she had left as she was torn from her bed; fingerprints dented into the doorframe next to his head. Someone had taken her from him and she had fought with everything in her. If the anger hadn't already consumed him he might have felt pride. With clenched fists he stalked around the cabin, looking for any hint of whoever dared to steal his queen with bloodied eyes. He screamed until there was no more breath in his lungs, the rage he felt only building with the sound, and he hoped the brothers could hear it from where they were. A warning before death knocked down their door.

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She had stopped screaming when the last drop of blood had left her now scarred body. Stefan may hate the sound but Damon seemed to revel in it. She may not have much power but she could take away the satisfaction he got as he shoved fire down her throat. She wasn't sure what it actually was but the burn it left behind seemed never ending and, soon, all she could do was sit and wait. He would come for her, she knew it somewhere deep inside her.

There's a somewhat gentle slap on her cheek, jostling her head from one side to the other, "Wake up, princess, we got some questions for you." Y/N opened her eyes the slightest bit, glaring at the blue eyes that stared back at her. "There we go. Now, where did Klaus snatch you up?"

The sight of a living statue walking towards her flooded her mind, her heart beating just as wild as when she first saw him. "Greece." She mumbled without realizing, lost in a past life that felt like a dream. The haze that clouded her mind dissipated quickly as she realized what she had said to the brothers. She had meant to scoff, maybe even gain the energy to roll her eyes at the cruel men before her. She didn't even hesitate to tell him, she could hardly remember the last time that was the case. "I'd like to go home now."

"You sure?" Stefan speaks for the first time since she was captured, slumped against the doorway. It must've been days since then. "You're free to go if you want, he doesn't control you anymore." She lifts an eyebrow in confusion, ready to defend Niklaus in a heartbeat, "Before you go, we can show you around. Let you experience 2011."

His words give her pause. "2011?" His nod is lost to her as she tries to understand. Ten centuries she's been alive and all she knows is him. For the first time in her life, she feels negative towards her lover. He had stolen time from her and she was too in love to see the injustice it was to do so. She cleared her throat, uncomfortable with the decision before her, "May I have something to drink first?"

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Speak of the Devil Masterlist

You’re immortal and you’ve lived more lives than you can count. Somehow, this one has landed you on a time-traveling ship with people you were starting to consider family, saving the world. It was risky; to travel to times when you know another version of you is somewhere out there but you never thought you’d cross paths. Until a past you is killed and your somewhat family is desperate to stop it from happening, no matter the consequences.

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think-blot · 5 years

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Runner Up (Spencer Reid)

Summary: "Maybe he hunts his victims in places where singles hang out." Spencer said, "You know, bars, nightclubs, chess tournaments."-- He meets you at a chess tournament and it has a lasting impression.

Word Count: 2739

A/N: this is very much the produce of rewatching criminal minds and falling in love with a certain genius every episode, this is a fem!reader

The annual DC chess competition was in the middle of fall when the weather was leaning more towards snowmen and hot cocoa instead of jack o lanterns and candy. It was a weird middle ground and you always hated this time of year except for this competition. Specifically, one of the finalists. You never went out of your way to watch people play chess but, when you had first moved to the area, you had explored and found yourself in the very same park with too many people surrounding a chess table. You had joined the audience and that was the first time you saw him. At the time, he had shaggy hair that was beyond unkempt and practically twitched with the wind. You had quickly learned that it was the finals and it was left to him and a girl that was going to need a new set of nails by the end of the day. It was obvious he was going to win, he only needed to move his knight and it'd be checkmate. Except, he didn't. He made the move that ends the game in five turns instead of one, which lead to the other player winning and getting the prize. He had accepted defeat with a smile, nodding in congratulation to the girl, and, just like that, he had left. It had confused you but at the end of the day, it didn't really matter. Then, a year had passed and you found yourself in the same park watching the same tournament again. Except he was against an old man and his hair was cut short. You had arrived closer to the beginning and you were able to see how he played. It was clear that he was smart and attentive, watching and calculating his opponent's moves so far in advance you almost couldn't keep up. But, again, the last move was there and he pretended to be oblivious to it. Another year and he was runner up and you were beyond intrigued. Sure, it was a little weird to only come for someone you never met before, chess wasn't exactly something that warranted fans and groupies, but there was something about him. He was forfeiting on purpose, giving up a pretty decent cash prize, and was smart enough that no one ever noticed. It's what brought you back every year to an almost freezing park, too early in the morning. This year, he was back to his shaggy hairstyle though it wasn't as crazy as when you first saw it. He had more confidence around him, the mere presence of other people not forcing him to hide a flinch. The match ended the way it always did, a shocked checkmate breaking the silence and a polite nod from him. He never went in for a handshake and you wondered if, maybe, he didn't like to be touched. He also never seemed to have anyone rooting for him. The winner always had a crowd to celebrate their victory, but, over the years, you hadn't seen him go to anyone to mourn his loss. Or at least pretend to since he always knew he was going to lose. You always stayed to the back of the crowd, not wanting to cross his attentive gaze in case he questioned who you were or why you were there, and once they all ran to the winner you knew that was your cue to leave. "You're always so quick to leave." You freeze, startled by the voice but not too surprised. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who was talking to you, especially since you knew this day would come. You just hoped it'd be somewhere between nowhere and never. For a moment, you considered pretending that you hadn't heard him at all. But, your curiosity got the best of you and you found yourself face to face with him. It was a lot harder to deny how attractive he was when he was right in front of you. Then he smiled and you weren't sure how you were still breathing. "I'm Spencer." You cleared your throat, trying not to seem like you got caught red-handed. You weren't exactly doing anything wrong, just a little weird. "I'm Y/N." You moved to shake his hand but remembered last minute that he wasn't the biggest fan of them which lead to a very awkward wave. "Uh, nice game?" "Would you, uh," He says, the confidence he had mustered up leaving now that you were looking at him. "Would you want to stay a little longer? Maybe get some bad street coffee?" You try to remind yourself that he's a complete stranger and you weren't one to go off without a care. You rarely gave out your number when people asked because it felt like too much too fast. But coffee never hurt anybody. Street coffee, however. "How about we go to a café?" His eyebrows shot up at the suggestion, not expecting you to agree. "I know one that's pretty quiet this early. Plus, I'm sure we both have some questions." You laughed awkwardly, knowing that the question of 'why do you lose on purpose?' was a lot different than 'why do you keep showing up when I'm in a tournament?" but you figured it was best to put it out there. His smile brightens and he gestures for you to lead the way. "After you."

---- "Maybe he hunts his victims in places where singles hang out." Spencer thought, "You know, bars, nightclubs, chess tournaments." He listed, paying more attention to the case than what he was saying. He didn't realize what he had said until Hotch trailed off and restarted the discussion. He turned to JJ, slightly confused, but he was just met with a look he knew all too well. She wanted to talk about his love life which wasn't his favorite topic when it came to JJ. Though, ever since meeting you, he understood why people gushed about their significant others. Not that he would gush, it's just that he was excited to be with you and, maybe, after the case he'd finally tell them about you. Or at least JJ. You were always on his mind and the team starting to get curious, especially since he was having more and more slip ups like he just did. After meeting for coffee, the two of you basically talked every day. He had told you about his job and, almost immediately, you started to worry about him which lead to 'still alive' texts every now and then in your inbox. You kept odd hours which meant no matter what time zone he was in, you were probably awake and happy to answer, especially when he called. You had learned quickly that if he was calling on a case he needed something normal to get him to the end of it. You were happy to be that for him. If either of you were being honest, you didn't really know when you started dating. He had a bad case, though he didn't want you to know that. The jet had landed and he immediately pulled out his phone, calling you even though it was well past midnight. It didn't matter, he knew you'd answer. And you did. He had gone over to your apartment, take out in his hands and a weight on his shoulder, but it lifted the slightest bit when you opened the door with a smile. You had spent the night catching up and ignoring the elephant in the room while Netflix asked if you were still watching in the background. You weren't sure how it happened but when you woke up the two of you were laid out on your couch, take out on the floor and your head on his chest. It was almost seven in the morning and if you didn't leave right away you were going to be late to work but then the body beneath you started to stir, pulling you closer to him in his drowsy state. He obviously needed his sleep and who were you to take that from him? "What time is it?" He had mumbled, still half asleep. Without thinking, you had leaned up and given him a soft kiss that matched the new morning. His smile was just as sweet. "Go back to sleep, Spence." He patted your hip in response, falling back asleep immediately with you in his arms. You had texted your boss and told him you were using a sick day and settled back down on his chest. When the two of you woke up, everything had changed but nothing was that different. That was months ago and he was pretty confident that you weren't going anywhere. He knew for a fact that he wasn't.

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It was a year into your relationship that he started taking walks. He had just gotten back from seeing his mother so you didn't question him even though you were worried. He had told you about her surprisingly early in your relationship, grimacing as he did because he thought it'd be a deal-breaker. It wasn't and, after some time, you had even talked to her over the phone. She was a sweetheart and most of the time when Spencer called her she ended up talking to you more than him. You would've gone to Vegas with him but your work was nowhere near lenient. So you took care of the plants you had gotten him and waited for a late night text saying everything was okay for a couple weeks. Then he came back and you had missed him so much that you just packed a bag and stayed at his apartment. You'd wake up in his bed without him by your side, his shoes missing from the side of the door. He'd text that he was home from a case but wouldn't get to you until hours later, slightly out of breath with a faraway look in his eye. You were worried but you weren't sure what you could do. Then you got a call from a very drunk Garcia. "Y/N, Y/N." She sang as rustling sounds in the background let you know she was trying to caress you through the phone. You tried not to laugh but she was ranting about how amazing you were for her golden genius boy and it was too cute. "And I mean you should see the way he talks about you! His eyes go all wow and I can tell his heart is pitter-patter pitter-pattering, you know?" You hummed, your heart warming as she continued. You never doubted that he loved you, not for a moment, but the two of you weren't the type to talk about it. You hadn't even said you loved each other yet. Why would you when you both knew it already? "Morgan, that's not very nice- hey!" More rustling and a distant Garcia was protesting before you heard anything again. "Y/N?" Morgan asked. You laughed, "Seems like you got your hands full over there, Chocolate thunder." "You have no idea, pretty girl." He groaned but you could hear his smile through it. You had always loved his nickname for you, simply because when the two of you first met he had said "looks like pretty boy found himself a pretty girl." with an air of pride that turned Spencer beet red. After that, it always made you smile. "Are my chauffeur services needed?" "No, no, I got the wild child. She deserves celebration tonight." Spencer had told you as little as possible about the mission that night. You knew about Garcia and about how she was in danger, your girl nights having to be postponed while she stayed in the office, but that was it. Though, it didn't take a profiler to see that he was going to be in danger. "Though, maybe you should head on over and get your boy. He did good but…it was a lot." Morgan was never one to admit something like that, let alone have such strong emotion coat his voice, so you immediately grabbed your keys and headed for his house. He had told you he went for a walk so you tried to keep your eye out for a tall shaggy haired man on the sidewalk. You found yourself at a park much like the one you had met him at and, to your luck, he was there. You sat on the swing next to him but his head remained looking at the ground. You swung slightly towards him, brushing against his side before gravity pulled you away. "You still alive?" He chuckled to himself and finally looked up, leaning against the chain as he stared at you. "Still alive." The two of you sat there, letting the wind push you away and to each other for a moment. You could get lost in his eyes for a while, a world of knowledge and love but also pain. He had been through too much and half of it he didn't want to burden you with. He took a deep breath, the same one he used before he told you about his mom, about the drugs, about all the near death experiences. You steeled yourself. "She has early-onset dementia." There was nothing to say, really. The two of you could fight a lot together but when it came to the mind some things were inevitable. You knew he was scared, for both his mother and himself, but all you could do was distract him and let him know you were always there. You got up from the swing, the chains creaking as you did, and stood behind him. He leaned back into you without any fight and, for a moment, you just hugged him with your head in the nape of his neck. "You wanna play chess?" He let out a breath that sounded like a laugh, "You'll lose." You let go of him, laughing as he frantically tried to grab onto the chains to stabilize himself. Het gets up to follow you, a playfulness you had missed staring at you as you walked backward. "Past data doesn't seem to support your theory, Dr. Reid." His eyebrows shoot up and you know it's a sign to run. So you do. You’re just about to make it to the chess table and sit down but he catches you before you can. "It's not fair! You're half legs!" You try and argue but he's spinning you around and you can't help but laugh. He turned you around, smiling down at you with a twinkle in his eyes, and you're suddenly reminded of why you ever met. "Why did you always lose?" You had never gotten to ask, the two of you getting too lost awkwardly flirting over coffee to talk about the tournament. Even under little light, you could still see the blush on his cheeks, "There was this beautiful, smart, crazy woman that kept coming every time I lost. Though, that first time was just to help a friend." You stared at him wide eyed. There was no way he was serious, that he had lost all those times because of you, but his voice was too sincere for it to be a lie. He shrugged, "I wanted to get to know her." "She sounds insane." You said under your breath, somewhat in shock. "Certifiable." He smirked, catching your hand when you tried to shove him. "But I love her." You really froze then, all of you focused on the man in front of you while you processed what he had said. "You-" "I do." He was soft as he said it again and you felt a weight lift from your shoulders. You never thought the two of you would say it and now that the words were in the air it felt almost magical. "I love you too." The two of you stood there in the middle of the park, holding each other and smiling at the other like they held the world. You kissed the corner of his mouth, emotions running wild between the two of you. You had tomorrow to figure everything out. "But you're still going to lose." You fell into the seat at the chess table, challenging Spencer as he looked at you way too softly. "I've already won."

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #Criminal Minds #criminal minds imagine

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Tired but Loved (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Request by @lucdarling: request for reader being sweet with Natasha in private but also exhausted because you've both been doing overtime for Fury's projects (set pre-Avengers)

Summary: Europe is the most romantic place to be when you’re with your loved one. Except when you’re a different person every night and the only time you can interact is when you’re fighting the bad guy of the month. It gets tiring very quickly.

Word Count: 1519

The countryside of France was nowhere near as romantic as the brochures had you believe. You sat at a rusty table with lukewarm coffee and the smell of cow shit in your nose with none of the offenders in sight. The only thing that made it worth it was when you leaned your head slightly to the left and, in the very corner of your eye, you were able to see a glimpse of red hair. "You keep doing that and our cover is gonna be blown," Nat whispered into her mic. You sighed, looking straight ahead into an empty field once more and went back to pretending you were a tourist admiring the scenery.

"Italy was better." You leave it at that, not able to risk long sentences as she could. It seemed a bit unfair that she was allowed to read a book while you had nothing but she was supposed to be a regular. Regulars read, tourists awe. There was a hum of agreement in your air and you found yourself smiling at the sky. The two of you had found a moment of peace in Italy, something rare ever since you stepped foot in Europe. Even though you were still on a mission, there was always a mission it seemed, you had to be a couple to find your target. She had worn a long, brown wig that skimmed the bottom of her back and a red dress that reminded you of her signature color. She spoke in another language the entire night, wrapped in your arms as the two of you moved across the dance floor and pretended to be enamored by only each other and not looking for Shield's most wanted. It was hard to know how she felt, what was fake and what was real, but you were sure that you weren't the only one who got a little lost as you danced the night away. It only took two weeks, another country, and a small hum for your suspicions to be proven right.

The small bubble that had surrounded the café you were at popped suddenly when a group of sleazy men walked in. You refrained from rolling your eyes at the sight of them. It was one thing to be a bad guy but it was almost worse to be such a stereotype and look the part. You sipped your drink calmly as you watched them approach Nat, pushing your protective side down and letting her handle the situation until she said the code word. "Do you speak English, mon ange?"

You roll your eyes then, his fake French accent leaving you no other choice. It was almost sad how easy these missions were and all because men seemed to think with what was in their pants instead of what was in their heads. Fury sent the two of you out because you were the perfect combo of beautiful and deadly so even if they didn't take the bait, which so far hadn't happened, you'd be able to get the job done. "Almost as good as you." She giggled, no doubt pushing her fake glasses up further to seem nervous.

The second sleazy man stepped closer, standing behind Natasha without her knowing and you felt your hackles rise. But you waited. The first man leaned forward, grabbing a strand of her hair and tugging slightly like a third-grader, "Come with me and maybe I'll show you a thing or two." You heard the whirr of a weapon behind you but both you and Natasha pretended you didn't. There was someone in Europe smuggling alien tech and the two of you had spent months jumping from country to country collecting the stolen weapons and getting closer to the main source. These two idiots were the last ones before the boss, you had to be careful.

"But, I'm still on chapter four." She pouted to the man above her though mischief glinted in her eyes. In the blink of an eye, you stood up with mug in hand and slammed it into the second guy's head. At the exact moment, Natasha had slammed the first guys head down onto the steel table and you understood that he was hers to deal with. Which meant you had to get the weapon. You ducked as he threw a punch, lunging for his other hand that he seemed to forget about in the heat of the moment. He wrapped around you the moment you were close, keeping you to his chest with an arm clamped around your neck. They were always so predictable. You brought your head forward, pushing back as hard as you could, effectively breaking his nose. He flinched, dropping the weapon into your waiting hand as he stepped back. As the cherry on top, you swept his feet from under him and held him under your foot, staring him down as the blood pooled from his face.

"I'd say that was pretty easy, love. How about you?" The first man made his way into your sight as she kicked him into the chair she once sat in.

"Walk in the park." She smirked. She leaned towards the man, much like he did minutes ago, and the confidence in both of them faded quickly. "Now, tell us where your boss is."

You pointed the weapon towards the man under you and watched him shiver in fear. You wouldn't use it, you needed them alive and well, but fear was the easiest way to get answers. "You heard the lady. Talk."

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It took three months before you were allowed back to base. Someone had warned the smuggler and he had stopped all business, leading the two of you on a wild goose chase from Poland to Ukraine. You stepped off the Quinjet, pushing the smuggler roughly into some lower level's arms, and headed towards the exit. "Y/L/N, Fury requires a debrief of your mission!" The lower level, Mark might've been his name, yelled after you. You almost felt bad with how panic he sounded, not knowing what to do with a wanted criminal in his care and disobedient agents. He had to learn one way or another.

"Don't lose that asshole and that's all the debrief he'll need!" You responded, not even looking back to know that Nat was following right behind you. The two of you were tired, physically and of Fury's bullshit, and the only thing you wanted to do was go home and take a nap. Fury had other ideas.

Coulson stood in front of you, blocking the exit with nothing but his attitude, and you wanted to scream. It had been half a year of smelly hotel rooms and stupid men, you just wanted to make dinner for your girlfriend that wasn't frozen. "We need Romanoff."

"Like hell you do." You weren't one to talk back, you had always been the one to stay silent and glare when things weren't going your way. Even Nat was surprised, never seeing you so exhausted.

"Agent." Coulson's voice didn't waver but you knew that you were about to cross a line if you continued. No one called you Agent unless you were in deep shit. You couldn't find it in yourself to care.

"You have your big bad, that's all you need." You grabbed Nat's hand, a rare display of affection as if that would stop them from taking her. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we're heading home and she won't be available until next week." You walked past Coulson, not seeing the smirk shared between Nat and him as you did, and headed to wherever your car was.

"He's gonna be upset," Nat said after a while, not letting go of your hand as the two of you walked through the compound. It was almost funny how many people did double-takes to see if what they saw was real; the two most ruthless spies shield had, holding hands? Impossible.

"He can tell me all about it when the week is up." You smiled, kissing her temple as the two of you made it to your car.

"And what exactly do you have planned?" She leered, or at least tried to. It was a sweet sentiment and while any other time you would jump at the chance to be with her intimately, all you really wanted was to sleep forever while holding her in your arms. You leaned over the gearshift, kissing her gently as a promise, and when you pulled back the mask she kept on for too long was finally gone. In almost an instant, the bags beneath her eyes became more defined and her shoulders slumped as she looked at you with a soft smile. The two of you never needed words. "I'd like that." She whispered. She kissed you quickly and settled against the window where she would no doubt fall asleep on the way home. You smiled, beyond happy that you had her in every part of your life, and started the car. The two of you wouldn't be going to Europe again any time soon.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #Black Widow #black widow x reader #black widow x you #marvel #mcu

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Speak of the Devil *The End*

Summary: ...So you close your eyes and hoped that whatever the afterlife was; Sara was waiting for you there....

Word Count: 3072

A/N: Hi, thank you so much for following this story and giving it so much love. its one of my favorites and im so glad a lot of you agree. I hope you enjoy the end as much as I do.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Someone was humming, so low it felt like it was coming from the back of your mind. The song stuck in their head controlled the sensation that ran across your skin and you were too scared to open your eyes. The humming stopped and you felt their breath on your face as they waited, "I know you're awake." She whispered, writing the lyrics to a song you didn’t know on the side of your hip. It was hypnotizing.

You smiled without meaning to like you were watching an old movie instead of your life. "You're making it pretty hard to stay that way." You replied, trying to keep your voice down in hopes that you could fall back asleep. Sara had other ideas.

"Oh, am I now?" You peaked through your lashes to see her smile and it only brightened when she saw she won. You could never turn down her smile and she knew it. "We have the day to ourselves and, if my beautiful girlfriend would wake up," She shoved you playfully and you groaned, "I have a very special date planned for her." That got you to open your eyes. You stared at her with a raised eyebrow but all she did was smirk and jump out of bed, disappearing in the closet before you could ask any questions. It was rare that the two of you got to go on a date. You've only ever had two that weren't interrupted by Legends business and they were at the beginning of your relationship. You rolled out of bed, shaking off whatever was plaguing you while you had slept, and followed Sara into the closet. She wrapped herself around you from behind, shocking the sleep that had clung on right off. "There she is." She mumbled against your neck, swaying the two of you back and forth while she planted kisses along your shoulders and to your jaw. You tilted your head, giving her access to do as she pleased but also incomplete wonder as to how you got so lucky.

"How did I get you?" You said out loud, clutching her arms around your waist.

She responded just as desperately, tightening her hold so you knew she was going nowhere. "You beat my ass."

You chuckled, leaning back into her as you remember the first time you ever saw her. You had thought she was the enemy, unsure of who the legends were since you had just joined Team Flash. It wasn't until she was under you with a knife to her throat that Barry decided to tell you they were the good guys. "That was pretty sweet of me."

"Pretty sexy too." She tugged at your ear with her teeth as she said it, causing you to rush out of her hold.

"I was promised a date!" You laughed as she advanced again and you did nothing to stop her as she kissed you. You held her face, something telling you to treasure every moment, as you battled with her for a moment.

She smiled against your lips, "Who said this wasn't apart of it?" Despite her words, the two of you were stuck. Your forehead rested against hers as you stared into her eyes, she stroked your waist while you did the same to her cheek, and you felt tears fill your eyes. She was gone. You’d never have this again.

"I'm sorry." You sobbed, breaking from the memory you had been sucked into. She stayed the same, smiling as you broke down in front of her, grabbing at her like you were drowning. "I'm so sorry, baby."

She grabbed your hand, a secret on her face, and you broke just a little more, "C'mon. We gotta start our day."

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No one knew what to do. They had managed to stop the Legion from killing you but in the process, you had gotten cut by the weapon and fallen into a trance above Sara. They didn't know if your numb like state was because of the weapon or from shock. Either way, it was impossible to separate you from Sara's body. Not that anyone wanted to try. It was easier to erase the pirate's memories of them or clean up their mess than to look at their captain lying on the deck. Then the Waverider pulled up next to the ships and they knew there was no more delaying it. Mick dropped the old you onto her ship like she was nothing and looked at the others confused when they didn't reprimand him. "Who died?" He grumbled, a joke in his own way.

It hit them then that she was gone, Nate the only one able to say "Sara, Mick. Sara died."

He was the first to go near the two of you. You had practically fallen on top of her, still holding her to you, your shoulder bleeding without any stop. They needed to get you to medical, Sara too just in case- just in case she could still be saved. But the moment he touched you, in solidarity, your sobs stopped and turned into banshee screaming. He flinched his hand away, more shocked that your body didn't even move than at the scream, but still, the sound pierced their ears. You showed no signs of stopping, no signs of letting her go, and, if it weren't for the screams and sobs, they would've thought you were dead too. You left them no choice so, carefully, Ray grabbed you and silently begged you to let go of Sara. Nate pried your hands off of her, your screaming only getting more hysterical as you struggled to get back to her. Your cut opening more and more as you did. The moment your hands dropped from her, you slumped against Ray like a switch had been turned off and it only worried the Legends more. Mick picked up Sara and, together, they made their way back to the ship in hopes that Gideon could fix this.

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You laughed as you tried to walk blind, Sara's hands pressed hard against your eyes. "Are we there yet?!" The day had been so perfect, you weren't sure how she could have anything else planned. She had taken you to your favorite restaurant for lunch, the same place you had first asked her to be your girlfriend. You had been on a couple of dates by then and everyone already knew that the two of you were together but you wanted to make it official. You wanted to hear her say that this was what she wanted. That what she wanted was you. You wanted to laugh at how insecure the old you was; there was not a single drop of doubt in your blood when it came to Sara. Not anymore. After lunch, the two of you had walked through a garden hand in hand and you had forgotten just how much of a romantic Sara could be. It was late now, the sun about to set, and you had no idea what she was about to reveal to you.

The two of you suddenly stopped, her hands abruptly bringing your head back as you tried to keep walking. "Okay." She whispered though you could hear a bit of nervousness in her voice. "Promise to keep your eyes closed?"

"Cross my heart." Her hands dropped but your eyes remained closed.

You heard her take a deep breath and your heart quickened at the idea that she was nervous. She was never nervous. "Okay, open." You were at the edge of a cliff, a lot like your first date, and a blanket was spread out in front of you. The sun was setting, basking Sara in golden light as she stared up at you with a small box in her hand. "I know getting married isn't ideal for people like us and I know we both thought that you'd be the one kneeling right now." You laughed wetly and tried to keep yourself from screaming yes. You wanted her to finish what she needed to say. "But we don't need a wedding, hell, we don't even need to go to a courthouse." She opened the box and your breath got caught in your throat as you stared at the small gold band. It was perfect and your tears were streaming freely. "All I ask, all I need is forever. If that's alright with you." Again, you find yourself stuck staring into her eyes.

"I wanted a wedding." Your knees crashed down onto the blanket, barely jostling her as she continued to look up where you were. You must've died. You had died and this was your hell; reliving a life you could never have again.

"Is that alright with you?" Her nervousness disappeared as your memory said yes, a smile that could rival the sun taking its place. She pulled you into a hug and, if this was hell, then at least you got these moments again. The moments where you felt so much love that it hurt.

"I wanted forever." You cried as she smiled against your shoulder. She laid the two of you down, settling onto your chest and admiring the ring now on your finger. She couldn't feel how tight you held her, the indents your nails left as you tried to pretend this was real. That you had never gone back to that ship, that Lydia had never existed, that immortality wasn't a curse. That after today the two of you would spend the rest of your lives together and that nothing else mattered. "I still want forever."

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The moment they had put the two of you down, you made your way back to Sara like a moth to a flame. It was somewhat disturbing to see. You showed no sign of life other than making sure you were still by her side, your eyes glazed over and your body shaking now and then. You were trapped somewhere and they wished they knew more about the weapon and what it did. Rather, they wished they knew how to help at all. The only ones still in the med bay were Ray and Nate, the others leaving to grieve in their own way. Ray didn't want to leave you alone, not in your state and Nate was still hoping for some miracle to happen. No one had uttered a word since the ship though at some point they'd have to have a team meeting. They still didn't know what happened now that Lydia was alive and well in the 1600s and still by your side or how that affected your future. "What do we do, Ray?" He said, quiet and somewhat broken as he stared at the two of you. He had always been envious of your love, it was something so rare and beautiful that it was hard not to be. And it was because of that that he wasn't sure if you were going to be coming out of this alright. Immortal or not, the person that opened their eyes was not going to be the Y/N they knew. Not anymore.

"Nate, look." Ray ignored Nate's question in favor of slapping his shoulder and pointing to where the two of you laid. You were still slumped over her, cradling her head in your lap as if she was just sleeping, and, at first, Nate wasn't sure what Ray was talking about. Then he saw it; the faint glow of light that was coming from you.

"What the hell?" You remained stoic as the light grew brighter and brighter, surrounding you and blinding the boys. Nate stared wide-eyed as the gash on your shoulder started to close up, not even a scar left as it disappeared. "Gideon! What's going on?" He was panicking, his head jumping from 'it's a miracle' to 'immortals can self destruct' as he shielded his eyes.

"I'm not sure," Gideon responded, unable to do any tests as the light fully surrounded the two of you. Ray and Nate backed up, hitting the wall like the light was threatening them for their lunch money, and all they could do was stare at each other in confusion. They weren't sure whether they should wait it out or run for the hills, either way, it showed no sign of stopping. When it became too much, the light filling the room and spilling through every crack available, they readied themselves to escape through the door. But, before they could, the light vanished and the sudden lack brought them to their knees as they clung to their heads. A gasp stole their attention from themselves and their heads whipped to where the two of you were. You had fallen to the ground, your arms empty and eyes finally closed, but they barely noticed. They were too busy rushing over to Sara, her neck without a scratch on it and her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

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You woke up but kept your eyes closed shut, not ready to face your hell just yet. It was taking a toll on you, each memory chipping at your heart like someone was looking for treasure. The last one had been too much, it had taken too much, and after who knows how many memories, you were finally starting with the knowledge that you were trapped. It somehow hurt more to experience like it was something brand new, only for it to be ripped away in the end. "Wake up, love. Please, wake up." She was sad, almost crying, and you were desperate to make sure she was okay. Yet, at the same time, you couldn't help but think that you never heard her say that to you before.

"Sara, we have to make sure everything's okay-"

"I don't care." She responded coldly to Ray, you could almost feel him flinch away at the sound. "To hell with the timeline, I'm staying right here until she wakes up." You heard the door close behind him and you wondered if it was worth it to keep your eyes closed forever. The false memory could play out however it wanted and it'd cost you nothing. Then you felt the first tear hit your hand, the one she was holding with an iron grip, and you knew there was no way you'd be able to hide any longer.

For the first time, you didn't know what you were supposed to say. You hadn't lived this already and it was cruel that your hell had started to make its own scenes. "Sara." You croaked out. You felt drained, not just emotionally but physically. It was a new feeling, your immortality making sure you were always in perfect condition no matter what. You opened your eyes and saw Sara in a new light. She was still in her pirate getup, blood staining her dress but her skin was clear as day. She stared at you with hesitant hope and a part of you hoped that this was real. That she was alive and it was all just a bad dream. You knew better than that but, still, you couldn't help but ask, "Is this real?" You whispered, scared to hear whatever answer she gave.

She laughed, breathlessly and tearful. "This is real. I promise." She kissed your conjoined hands and held them to her lips as she tried to keep it together.

"How?" You wanted to believe her. With all of you, all you wanted was to believe that she was alive and well. That it was still possible for her to sit next to you and look at you the way she was just then. But it was impossible, you had seen her die.

She wiped away her tears and straightened her back, composing herself like she was about to brief the team on a new mission. "The running theory is that you shared your immortality with me." Your eyes widened in shock but she continued, "Or, I guess, you sacrificed your immortality to save me."

"Do you remember the day you proposed to me?" It was out of the blue and from the expression on Sara's face you knew it was unexpected. All she could do was nod. "When you…when Darhk showed up I accepted whatever was coming next. I didn't fight it. And the next time I opened my eyes, I was back to that day. And, for a moment, I thought 'this must be heaven' because you were there and I was happy and that was enough." You continued, "But now and then, I'd wake up. I'd remember everything that happened while a you I could never have again continued to play like a movie. By the end, I could've sworn I was actually in hell."

"Y/N." She sighed your name, pain riddled for what you had gone through.

"Then I got to the point where you proposed and I heard you ask for forever. It woke me up and all I could feel was how much I wanted that. All I could think was, even though we'd always have two different definitions of that word, I wanted nothing but forever. That I still wanted forever with you." You met her eyes, crying silently as you looked at her. "And if forever meant an afterlife of our memories then I was ready for that."

For a moment, all she did was look at you and you wondered if this was the moment that everything was going to reset. Then, she stood up and forced her way onto the small chair that you were settled on, curling into you and holding you close. There were a lot of questions that needed to be asked; why she did what she did and if this was real were two of the big ones. But as she settled further into your chest and closed her eyes as if she was just going to take a nap, you realized that it didn't matter. You had her again and, if what she was saying was true, then everything you thought was impossible wasn't anymore. The two of you could grow old together, something you never knew you wanted until you met her. She let out a breath, smiling as if being squished on the chair in the med bay was the most comfortable place in the world. "We have forever again." You believed her.

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The Next Three Years (Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader)

Summary: The past three years of your life were the best they could possibly be all because of Spencer Reid. You wish you could take the next step but his job keeps him from making it. Then he comes back from a case, ready for you to finally meet the team, and you’re none the wiser to what he has planned.

Word Count: 3275

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If you were being honest there was nothing wrong with your relationship with Spencer. The two of you barely fought, something you couldn't say about your past relationships, and he was so caring that sometimes it made you want to cry. Somewhere down the line, you started thinking of him as your future, the one you'd spend the rest of your life with, and you couldn't be happier. Except for the only negative thing between the two of you; his job. You didn't blame him because how could you? You knew how much his job meant to him and you weren't about to take that away from him. His job was the reason you met after all so you had some reason to love it. Not to mention that his team was nothing less than his family and, even though you never met them, you knew they were the most important thing to him. But the weeks where there was no contact at all because he was too engrossed in a case or the times he came home worse off than when he left it put a strain on things. The only reason the two of you haven't moved in together, haven't taken that next step, is because he didn't want you waiting for him in an empty apartment. Yet, that's exactly what you were doing. You sat on your couch, your focus was split between your phone and the door, hoping he'd either call to let you know he was on his way or that he'd walk in with a big smile and open arms. After the first couple of months in your relationship, he realized that you were a worrier. You couldn't help it. It seemed like anytime he left your sight he was getting hurt. So, he promised that no matter what time he got back or how tired he was, he would come to see you. In the beginning, he would just knock on the door, give you a kiss, and be on his way and that was more than enough. Now, he had the keys to your apartment and he knew that you would be waiting for him on the other side of the door.

It had been almost a month, a case in Alaska making communication hard for the entire team, and the only call you got was one saying that he was on his way back. That was eight hours ago and you were on the edge of your seat. You always tried to stay up for him, knowing that after a hard case seeing a familiar smile always made him feel better. But there were times where you were already asleep and he made his entrance by climbing in the bed behind you and holding you until the morning. You weren't really sure who it was more for, you or him, and in the end, it didn't really matter. He was perfect, in every way, shape, and form, and you tried not to let his job get in between the two of you. It had been almost three years and it was getting harder to look past everything but, still, you tried. For him.

The door didn't open until well past midnight and Spencer walked into you knocked out on the couch, halfway onto the floor. He smiled, ignoring the twinge of pain from his freshly cut lip, and placed his bag on the floor. He loved coming home to you no matter the state but his favorite was when you were fast asleep. You could catch up in the morning when the two of you had morning breath and were still half asleep but, for now, all he wanted to do was look at you. His eyes traced every valley and hill on your face, relearning your beauty even though he could never forget it, and like magic, he was already starting to feel more human. He picked you up carefully, something you always questioned as to how he could, and carried you to your bedroom. His heart warmed at the sight of his pajamas already laid out for him and, not for the first time, he wondered what he did to deserve you. He settled on the better after getting ready and, in your sleep, you threw your arm over him and snuggled into his chest. He looked down at you with nothing but adoration, stroking your hair as you fell deeper and deeper into sleep, and he couldn't contain his excitement for the coming days. The team was grounded after such a long case which meant he had all the time in the world with you, jobs be damned. He had plans, terrifying, life-changing plans, and all he could do was hope you liked them.

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You woke up with a smile on your face, the weight of his arm letting you know that he was actually here and it wasn't just a dream. His thumb traced the exposed skin of your stomach, the sensation likely what woke you up, and you wondered how long he's been up. You turned to see him immediately, surprising him with your sudden movement, and all you could do was smile. He was a bit beaten up; a cut on his lip and a bruise on his cheek letting you know he got hit by a gun. The worrywart in you wanted to scan every inch of his body to make sure he wasn't too hurt but he pulled you closer, kissing you sweetly despite his injury, and the thought escaped your mind immediately. You pulled back, scrunching your nose as you did, "You have morning breath, love." You whispered, not wanting to break the little bubble that the morning had created.

"So do you." He whispered back, moving in to kiss you again. You could always tell how a case went by how he kissed you. Rough kisses, the ones that were more teeth clashing than lips meeting, meant someone had died. They would end with the both of you breathless, his eyes squeezed shut because the moment he met yours he knew he would cry. Desperate kisses scared you the most, the ones where the moment the door opened you were being pushed to the closest surface as he tried to touch as much as you as possible because it meant he had almost died. Then there were times where he would come to your door and all he could do was hold you because the victim was too much like you for him to handle. But sweet kisses, sweet kisses like this were the best. He was soft and caring, taking his time relearning your mouth, and that meant everything was fine. It was probably a hard case but, in the end, the good guys won and he just wanted to celebrate by being with you.

"I missed you." You breathed against his lips, keeping your eyes closed in case he disappeared under your fingertips.

"I missed you more." He took your hand, leaving kitten like kisses on each one waiting for you look at you. You smiled when you did, unable to keep the happiness hidden when he was right in front of you. "So much that now we have two weeks all to ourselves."

You sat up, staring at him like he had two heads. "Are you serious?!" He nodded, smiling so brightly that you almost didn't want to kiss him just to see it a little longer. Almost.

"I'm taking that as you're excited?" You hit him playfully as he laughed, settling down on his chest when the two of you calmed down. He stroked your arm, staring at the ceiling, and you could hear his heartbeat pick up. "What if- What if I wanted to introduce you to the team?" You looked up at him to see if he was serious but he was avoiding your gaze. You never had a problem that they didn't know about you. He liked to keep his life private and, from what he told you, you knew that the moment they found out about you they'd never let him live it down. You couldn't blame him for wanting to keep you to himself and after a while, you never really thought about it. You just enjoyed the stories of his family that he came home with every now and then. Your silence only made him more nervous. "Would," He cleared his throat, "would you still be excited?"

You leaned up, pecking him on the lips, and looked him in the eyes when you said, "I would be ecstatic." That smile you loved was back and, even though you were extremely nervous at the thought of meeting them, you were so happy to have put that look on his face.

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Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had more plans than just introducing you to the team and said other plans were the reason he was fumbling around so much. You stood outside a beautiful house, something quaint and homey that you could only assume was JJ's and watched him wring his fingers. "Hey." You took his hand, swinging it slightly as he looked at you almost frightened, "I'm the one who's supposed to be terrified, not you." You said it with a smile, making sure he knew that you weren't actually terrified. It was nerve-wracking knowing the people you had been hearing about for years were right behind that door but your excitement at meeting them was outweighing everything else.

He kissed the top of your forehead, pausing for a moment and just breathing. "You look beautiful." He said, squeezing your hand as he did. You had gone simple, not really knowing what the dress code was for something like this. You kissed his hand, letting him know that you were ready whenever he was. He took another deep breath and headed towards the door.

An excited, smiling blonde was waiting for you before you could even knock and you knew immediately that the infamous Garcia was standing right in front of you. "Ah!" She shrieked, tugging you into a hug that felt way too natural for just meeting. She pulled back, looking you over like a proud mom before hugging you tight again. "It's so nice to finally meet you!!"

Spencer chuckled from behind you, still holding onto your hand even though you were trying to return Garcia's enthusiastic embrace. "You've only known about her for a week, Garcia."

She let go of you to point at Spencer, "And that was two years too late, mister. I have catching up to do." He raised his free hand in surrender and gestured for her to continue. She winked at you and stage whispered, "We'll have girl talk later." You giggled, whatever nerves you had flying out the window. "Now, c' mon lovebugs everyone is excited to meet the girl who stole our genius's heart."

"Is this her house?" You whispered to Spencer as you followed her to where everyone else was.

He chuckled, "No, it's not hers." There was a blush on his cheeks that you didn't quite understand. He was never one to blush when he was nervous but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't adorable. You were about to ask why he was red all of a sudden when a pair of hands slapped his shoulders from behind.

"Pretty boy, you didn't tell us she was this out of your league." The man's eyes twinkled as he teased your boyfriend and you finally had a face to the Morgan you heard so much about.

"I'd argue that he's the one out of league here." You laughed, watching as Morgan rustled Spencer's hair before heading to you.

"Beautiful and delusional. You really got lucky, kid." He chuckled, opening his arms with a question on his face and you couldn't deny him a hug. He was practically Spencer's big brother. You knew that the reason you still had a boyfriend was because of the man hugging you and that he did everything in his power to make sure he was safe. "Name's Derek, sweetheart. Everyone here calls me Morgan, though."

"Thank you for protecting him." You whispered, hoping that Spencer couldn't hear you.

Luckily, Morgan did. "Thank you for being there." You separated, a new understanding between the two of you as you smiled at each other. You had a lot of thank you's to give out tonight.

"Did I miss something?" Spencer asked, adorably confused. Morgan laughed, hitting his shoulder and leaving to join everyone in the kitchen.

"Not at all, love." You kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand again, dragging him to the kitchen. It was a bit strange that there were no pictures of family or any real decoration in the living room but you brushed it off and assumed whoever's house this was had just moved in. You'd ask after dinner when you got to know everyone a little more.

"There they are! The couple of the hour." An older man raised his glass as you entered the room and you hoped you were right to guess that he was Rossi.

Another blonde laughed as she moved to hug Spencer. You felt your heart tug as you saw him return it and you knew that had to be JJ. She was the one he trusted the most and you knew from experience how rare it was for him to let people in. It was one thing to hear him say he loved them and another to see just how much he did. "Ignore him and Hotch, they've had a bit too much to drink."

"Not enough, you mean!" Rossi interjected.

"That explains why Hotch is smiling," Spence said, a little quieter so his boss wouldn't hear.

She stared at you for a moment while two other women greeted Spencer. She was the only one who knew he was seeing someone, he could never hide much from her, but she never knew your name or what you looked like. She had heard him gush about you from the very first date, she had been there for every insecurity he had and every milestone he didn't know how to celebrate, and seeing you was somewhat staggering. You were having the same experience, only able to look at her as you remembered every story Spence had told you about her boys and how much he cared about them. She had done more than accepted him; she understood him. She let out a breath that sounded like it was supposed to be a laugh, her eyes slightly watery, "I'm JJ."

"Y/N." You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little emotional too. She hugged you tightly, thanking you for more than you could ever know without saying a word. You hoped she understood that you were doing the same.

"This is Emily and Tara." She gestured to the girls after the two of you collected yourselves You waved, all hugged out already but, luckily, they didn't seem like they needed one.

"Heard a whole lot about you this week." Tara smiled. "Couldn't get the guy to stop talking about you once he started."

"Imagine if we knew the whole time. Oof." Emily shook her head, giving Spencer a small smirk to know she was joking.

"Quick, before they corrupt you." He moved you away from the girls, leaving them laughing behind him, and headed towards the island where Rossi and Hotch were. "You okay?" He whispered, rubbing the small of your back calmingly.

"What did I do to deserve you?" You mumbled, somewhat lost in the moment and his eyes.

"I ask myself that every day." He kissed your temple, smiling when Morgan wolf whistled. "Now let's get something to eat."

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The night started to die down and one by one everyone left. You and JJ were still talking over a glass of wine when Spencer came back into the kitchen, having just finished his goodbyes. "You're kidding." You laughed, the wine making it last longer than it should've.

JJ shook her head violently, making you laugh even more. "Shhh." She held a finger to her lips, sloppily, side-eyeing Spencer as he came back into the room. You mimicked her, tilting in your seat as you did.

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" He sighed.

"You didn't tell me you tried to date JJ!" You exclaimed, unable to keep your mouth closed. "That's so cute." You drawled it out, your voice way too high pitched but JJ was right with you on the wine drunk front so you weren't thinking too much about it. Garcia had been too but that's why she had to leave, hanging on Morgan as he dragged her to his car. Spencer was probably about to do the same to you.

"Oh no." He groaned, sitting next to you and pulling your chair closer despite his embarrassment. You leaned into him, out of love and lack of balance, fully ready to ask if you could sleep over at your new friend's house.

"You guys are so cute." JJ pouted like she was talking about a puppy. Her phone went off and she sighed when she read the text, "Will's here. I gotta get going."

"Wait." You sat up, staring at her in confusion. She smiled as she saw how nervous Spencer was next to you. "What? I thought this was your house."

She shook her head and you turned to Spencer for answers. "Spence?"

The smile on his face was one you knew well. It was the smile he had before he asked you out, the same one he wore when he asked you to be his girlfriend, and when he first asked you to spend the night. It was a smile that led to first, something nervous and small that you saw as only for you. "It's ours." He said outright. You stared at him, blinking slowly while you tried to process what he said. "If you want."

JJ blew kisses as she rushed towards the door, leaving the two of you alone in the house. In your house. "Ours?" You squeaked.

He nodded, "I know it's small but I figured we didn't need much space. I know you always wanted to get a cat and your building doesn't allow them and I figured we could start looking after we moved in so that when I'm gone you're not alone alone." He was talking fast, your wine idled mind barely keeping up but with each word the smile grew more and more on your face. "And I should've asked, I really should've just asked, I'm sorry but we've been talking about it more lately and I should've done this years ago but I was scared. Not that I'm not scared now because of course I am but it was different-" You stopped him with a kiss, something slow and sweet that allowed him to take a breath. You touched the side of his face, staring into the eyes of the man you knew you would marry, sitting in your kitchen and you couldn't help the couple of tears that fell out. You looked around, seeing the place with new, hopeful eyes.

"I love it. I love it so much." You choked out. You grabbed his face and made sure he knew you were telling the truth. There was no room for doubt in him, not with you. Not with this. "I love you."

"I'm gonna marry you someday." He said absentmindedly like he was just talking out loud and you couldn't hear.

"Don't wait another three years to."

***** A/N

I hope you enjoyed this, I missed writing for spencer and Im trying to get back into doing things because I want to. let me know what you think and sorry for any mistakes!

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Speak of the Devil Pt. 4

Summary: Hell hath come

Word Count: 2527

A/N: ….I’m sorry? this isn’t the end

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

"Captain! Captain!" You look down and, even from high above, you can see the fear on your friend's face. He was a new soul, barely on board for more than a month before this day. He had never experienced the thrill of a fight and the fear on his face had made you smile once. It was an initiation in its most violent form and you were always one to teach your people to run before they walk. "Sail, ho!" He pointed frantically towards the ocean and, before you turned, you saw the laughter on his crewmate's faces as they watched what they once were. You turned to see the boat, far closer than it should be in such a small amount of time, and Sara's presence was almost nonexistent to you. You grabbed the rope to the main sail, ready to fall not only into battle but a life you had been trying not to fall back into. There was no halfway anymore; no more soft sunrises and careful moments. The moment your boots hit the deck you would be at war once more and you wished you could delay it. Just as you knew what was about to happen, so did Sara. She placed her hand on your shoulder, the touch too delicate for the mindset you were slipping in, and, oddly enough, it was the exact comfort you needed. "I'm sorry." She spoke quietly, the words almost getting caught in the wind. You looked to her, centuries of pain in your eyes as you remembered everything after this day, and felt something break in yourself as she held in a gasp. There was nothing left to say. You jumped from the crow's nest, the burn from the rope only adding to the callouses still on your hands, and felt the boat jerk as the wind caught the opening sail. Your boots slammed onto the wooden deck, a manic smile on your face when you looked back up. The new kid took a step back, unsure of what exactly was happening. You slapped his shoulder, pulling him into your side even as the image of his dying breaths flashed in front of your eyes, and shouted to the crew, "Sharpen your swords, lads! Hell hath come!" Immediately, they darted to their stations, shouting their excitement into the air. Some collected the weapons from the lower level and dropped them onto the deck, others readied the canons and prepared ammo. You pushed the rookie into Lydia's waiting arms and she laughed as she threw a sword into his hand. You walked through the chaos, posture straight as you settled behind the helm. For a small moment, a flicker of thought came that said to turn the ship around; to run and hope they never caught you. But your men were ready, your girl had returned to your side, and, with no other thoughts, your ship was cutting through waves to put the fear of God into your foes. They were fools to sail so fast to their deaths. Who were you to deny them the pleasure any longer? Water crashed against the sides of the ship as the wind caught on the sail and rushed you to your enemy. A wicked smile found itself on your face as you stood at the wheel; everything falling into place ever so perfectly. You were blind to the Legends, alone as they watched the chaos unfold. "What do we do?" Ray asked, unsure of what he was seeing. He had known you as someone sweet and sarcastic, you hated having to fight and always begged him to carry bugs out instead of killing them. The person in front of them wasn't the you they knew, he understood that, but seeing you slip into your past self so easily was alarming. Sara lifted her hand in silent command. She was focused on one thing and one thing only; you. "Brace thyself!" was yelled too late, the ship almost tipping over as it rammed into the enemy. The legends were the only ones not prepared for the blow, grabbing onto each other to keep from falling while the others simply screamed a battle cry. A large plank was dropped across ships, pirates from each side at the ready. Smoothly, the sails were lowered and the anchor was dropped. You pulled your sword from your hip, the blade trailing behind you like an afterthought as you make your way to the tip of your ship. Sara moved to follow you, instinct taking over, but a dainty hand touched her shoulder and she was left to watch Lydia stand where she was going to. By your side. "Is this how it usually goes?" Jax whispered to Nate to which Nate shook his head in confusion. You stared arrogantly into the other Captain's eyes, a smirk just as sharp as your sword on your face. The worry in his was hidden but there, just as it always was when they realized you had none. You lifted your sword, the blade glinting in the setting sun, and admired it without a care in the world. You turned to him, the regret in his eyes sparking something powerful in you. He was just another fool, an Englishman who believed he could take whatever he wanted no matter the cost. There was no doubt he heard the tales of you and your people, the fear in his eyes said as much, but he didn't heed the warnings that began each one. "How does it go, my love? It seems to change with the winds." You asked Lydia. She practically vibrated at your side, ready to jump into battle. You were never one to rush into things. A talk with the captain who dared try to steal from you was necessary. IN the beginning, you had to force it. Force them to their knees in front of their men and stare them in the eyes. Those who survived were sure to spread the word and when the unlucky bastards realized what ship they had stumbled upon, they were sure to wait for your word. Sometimes, you'd let them go if you were feeling nice. You weren't on this day. "She is a curse. The devil that sails the seven seas." When Lydia first heard the warning, the only consistent thing in the stories they told, she laughed as she told you about it. To her and many others on the ship, you were nothing but a blessing. A gift from a higher power that they had stopped believing in. You had told her that it was because of that very thought, that they considered you a threat. "To cross her path is to never return." It wasn't the first time he had heard it, you could tell from the way he sucked in a breath. A shame that he wasted it by yelling, "Attack!" to his crew. You sighed, more annoyed than anything as they rushed to bombard your people. Perhaps he wasn't as clueless as you had first thought. You leaped from your ship to the other, staring at the Captain like fresh meat. "Dead men tell no tales, lads." You yelled, not taking your gaze off him for a moment. And like a switch was flipped, the battle had begun.

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"How in the hell are we supposed to save Y/N when we can't even save ourselves!?" Nate grunted, pushing enemies off of him but not dealing any finishing blows. "She said they kill Lydia out of revenge. We still have time until then." Ray flinched as he hit a pirate with the butt of his sword, mouthing sorry to his unconscious body. "We don't even know how the Legion gets here!" It was getting intense, the hoard seeming to never end despite the amount of them bleeding out on the deck of the ship. Swords clashed and cannons were fired, the crescendo of noise only heightened by the shrieks of war and pain. They were in the thick of it and the closer they go to getting out of it was closer to you dying. "Stop your yapping and get closer to Y/N!" Sara yelled, kicking the man in front of her in frustration. She didn't have time to play pirate, she had to get to you. She ran to the head of the ship, dodging bodies and blades, and hoped you were still okay. You were still on the other ship, surrounded by the Captain and his right hands with only Lydia by your side. She was ready to take the same leap you had and help you, timeline be damned, but there was still not a single hint of worry in you. She had forgotten that you lived through this; you knew you won and what you lost. Though, as she watched you taunt the men around you, she knew that you had forgotten who you were. "How many will you take, love?" You asked, nonchalantly, as you stared at the men who surrounded you. They were cowards, the ones who hid behind the fighters who were staining your ship as you waited for them to make a move. They were scared but cocky, a dangerous combination. She had her back to yours but you could practically feel her tilt her head as she counted them. Even in the middle of battle, estimating which men she could takedown, she was innocent. "Three." "Someone's feeling risky today, aye?" Your smirk falters, as does your stance, the image of her being held back, a sword to her neck, by one of the men that had managed to escape her blade suddenly the only thing you could see. "Love?" She risked a glance and, despite the unwanted memory, you were quick to stop the blow that was aimed for her with your sword. "Naughty boy." You sneered, slicing his torso without another thought. "No fair. He was mine." Lydia pouted, turning to the others who were closing in on the two of you. "Do what you must. Leave the captain to me." You blocked out any other thoughts besides the men in front of you and, without saying a word, the two of you started your attack. Sara watched from afar as the two of you moved as if you were mirror images, your battle dances so in tune that it almost made her forget how it felt to fight by your side. Lydia, still with a sweet smile on her face, was relentless against her men. She pushed and lunged, her sword always meeting its target, but she never strayed far from your back. But where she was wild and excited you were deadly and serious. It was watching them that made her decision that much easier. You baited the captain and his right hand to attack you and, each time found their weak spot. You barely moved and somehow you had the upper hand. You forced their hand until the Captain was at your feet and his sword was in his partner, barely breathless and a smirk still on your face. He spat at your feet, a mixture of blood and saliva as he looked up at you. "You will never be a true Captain," he grunted. You leaned down, the sword breaking the skin of his neck ever so slightly, "I already am." You whispered and, just like the first time, you jerked your hand away and watched him slump to the ground. You laughed under your breath, wiping your sword with your coat tail as you turned to Lydia. "Seems like we wrapped this up quickly, love-" Your words fell flat as you stared at the scene in front of you. "No." The word was faint, the aftermath of a gut punch more than anything else. It wasn't supposed to be like this. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was captured, a knife against her neck as she struggled against the two men that held her. Those still alive were fleeing from your ship and standing behind them like some kind of show and you were sure this was some kind of nightmare. Whatever mask you were wearing or the person you pretended to be fell apart as you stared at them with desperate eyes. "Please, don't do this." The Legends made their way to you, their own eyes turning to the size of golf balls when they saw the scene in front of them. The legion would be here soon, ready to kill you, but you had forgotten about that. You had forgotten about everything except her eyes as she looked at you. "It's okay." She said softly, something only ever reserved for you. "I love you." "Love?" Lydia grunted from the ground, dazed and confused as to what was happening. She must've gotten hit but you couldn't bring yourself to care or even worry. She wasn't your love anymore; she hadn't been for a long time. Instead, the person who made mortality seem worth it was in the place Lydia was so long ago. "This wasn't supposed to happen like this." You say out loud this time, your brain working a mile a minute to find a solution. The legends moved slowly, each of them looking for where the Legion might appear. Sara would want them to focus on the mission, even if her life was at stake. "It had to." She smiled. There was not an ounce of fear on her face, nothing but love in her eyes, and you felt the first tears collect in your eyes. The man says something, you aren't sure what; everything is too hazy. But you see his hand move. The knife move. You fall with her, your knees and her body crashing onto the deck at the same time. There's movement, your crew getting back up and finishing what they started, but you don't see it. The world is spinning as you crawl to her body. You trace the side of her face and she's still so warm. The smile that you love is still stuck on her face and your mind tricks you into thinking she's just sleeping. She's fine, she had to be. Her hair is just as soft as the first time you kissed and if it weren't for the blood that covered her lips you would replicate the moment. "You're fine." You cried, moving closer to her or maybe pulling her closer to you. You couldn't feel your body, you could barely feel hers. "Everything's gonna be fine." The sobs wrecked through you, piercing through your gut and causing you to lean over her dormant body. "Well, isn't this a sad sight." Damian Darhk spoke above you, arrogant and dripping in sarcasm. You looked up, the world blurry but you could see his smug face clear as day. "Allow me to put you out of your misery." He lifted a weapon, one you had never seen before, and while you knew you should fight you couldn't bring yourself to. So you close your eyes and hoped that whatever the afterlife was; Sara was waiting for you there.

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Something Sweet (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Requested: Reader and Lucifer are in a relationship and he loves her but nobody knows because Lucifer is Lucifer and you’re part of the police.

Summary: Everyone knows that Lucifer can be flirtatious so no one thinks twice about his comments towards you because, well, it’s just Lucifer being Lucifer. But, when a case takes all your attention away from him, people start to question why he’s so desperate to get it back.

Word Count: 2887

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"Well, aren't you a lovely little surprise this morning." A smile broke out on Lucifer's face the moment he saw you and he was quick to forget whatever Chloe was telling him in favor of walking towards you. It had only been a day since you last saw the man, his arms wrapped around you as he tried to convince you that the serial killer would turn himself in, but still, he acted like it had been ages. When you had finally escaped from his tight grip, you had pouted and told him you wouldn't be able to sleep over for a while; your current case the only thing keeping you up in the coming nights. Needless to say, it was a happy surprise that he got to see you at the station. "I believe there's a filing room with our name on it. If you'd hurry along that way." He gestured like he was directing traffic and you couldn't help but laugh despite the heat in your cheeks from the public display. He never was one to whisper and, if he did, then it was only for something deliciously sinful.

"Lucifer, leave them alone." Chloe sighed, slapping his shoulder as she joined your little bubble. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I'll try to keep a tighter leash on him." You held in the temptation to laugh even more when she interrupted, Lucifer's face beyond offended. You weren't sure why but no one at the precinct seemed to believe that the two of you were an item. Sure, you weren't the biggest fan of public displays of affection but that didn't mean Lucifer wasn't. Whether it be flirting with you from across the room or tugging you into his side whenever he was close, he always made sure you knew you were his. There was even that one incident where he slapped your ass while he walked by and, while it wasn't unwelcomed, it was a little too much for the environment. Yet, with all of that in your coworkers' faces, they wrapped it up to Lucifer being Lucifer. In Chloe and Dan's case, they did everything in their power to try and stop Lucifer which was what you always found hilarious.

Lucifer lifted a finger, ready to gesture to you and say something far from appropriate for the workplace. You jumped in before he could, your cheeks not able to get any hotter at this point, "No need, Chloe. He's no harm." His gaze shifted to you, his eyebrow raised in a silent promise of what harm he could be. You held in a sigh, wishing you could take him up on that filing room offer.

"How's the case going?" Lucifer rolled his eyes and started pacing behind the two of you as you talked shop. You smiled softly at his childish antics. You knew that it just came from a place of wanting to keep you to himself but, unfortunately, the world wasn't so kind to let that happen.

"It's a tough nut to crack but I got a new lead. I'm hopeful."

"Yes, well, with a partner like Detective Douche, you'll need all the hope you can get." You and the detective turned together, giving Lucifer the same look of exasperation. "What did I say?" He asked, far too innocently for it to be genuine. The day you got partnered with Dan was, according to Lucifer, the worst day of his life. Despite the dramatics, he did tend to get jealous whenever you spent too much time with the other man. Not because he didn't trust you but just because he didn't like to share.

Chloe sighed and turned back to you, "If you need any help, let me know okay?"

You nodded, a smile on your face as you did. You and Chloe had always been close, though it might shock people. The chemistry between her and Lucifer was enough to make any one night stand doubt themselves but to be in a relationship with the man was a whole other obstacle. Admittedly, in the beginning, you were a bit hesitant because of her but Lucifer had let you known his true feelings and that they were only for you. It was hard to doubt much after that. Chloe was first in both of your lives; in yours as a best friend and in his as a partner. It only seemed fair that as a couple you would share her. "I will. You do the same." She smiled and walked away, heading towards Ella and expecting Lucifer to be right behind her. Instead, he was in front of you, looking like an abandoned puppy.

"What's that face for?" You said, quietly. It wasn't often that he showed when he was upset, often opting for the silent but deadly approach to his feelings, but this was something softer. Something you only ever saw when he just wakes up and wraps his arms around you.

"There's no face." He muttered, offended that you even suggested such a thing even though there most definitely was a face. "I just didn't expect you to be one so obsessed with their work."

Dating Lucifer meant a lot of things but, the most important thing was that you had to learn how to read between the lines. You looked around, making sure no one was looking, and when the coast was clear you stood a little taller and kissed him sweetly. "I'll miss you too, Luci."

He deflated from his puffed up state, smiling down at you with lovesick eyes and you couldn't believe that you got to see this side of him. "See you soon?"

"Of course." With a final peck, you headed to question a witness, hoping that the case could catch a break and you'd find yourself back in Lucifer's arms in no time. He watched the door shut behind you, an idea on how he could make that happen starting in his head.

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When you walked onto the crime scene, the first thing you were expecting to see was the same MO from the past three; bullet to the head, limbs cut off post mortem, scary clean area. What you weren't expecting was Lucifer sitting at a piano playing your favorite song. "Lovely, you're finally here!" He picked up the pace to his song and you were quick to get to him and put a stop to it.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered, somewhat harshly. You were always a perfectionist and your boyfriend messing with evidence to serenade you was really messing that up.

"Lucifer thought it would be a good idea if we helped out." Chloe batted at Lucifer's hands, forcing him to stop playing, and all you could do was stare at him. You understood what he was doing, of course, you did, but it still made your blood slightly boil. This wasn't your first case, hell, this wasn't even your first serial killer, you didn't need any help besides your partner's.

He stared up at you, beyond excited at the thought of working together, and you felt yourself calm down almost instantly. Because, yes, while it was slightly annoying, it came from a good place. That was how most things went with Lucifer when he wanted things done, anyway. "No need for long hours when you have four extra hands to help." He stood up from the piano bench and slithered behind you, his large hands grabbing onto your shoulders in an attempt to give you a massage. "Besides, you're far too stressed. How are you supposed to catch a killer with your back all in knots?" He said it almost frantically, his thumbs becoming aggressive as he worked at one of your 'knots'. And, while you appreciated it after a long day of work, you weren't too happy about it in the middle of a murder scene. Neither was Chloe from how she was glaring bullets at Lucifer.

"Lucifer." She hissed, looking at him as if he had two heads. His hands stopped and you didn't even have to see his face to know he was looking back at her, annoyed that she had interrupted him. She rubbed her temple, "Y/N, I'm so sorry for all this but I do think we can help."

"Yeah, okay, I'll catch you guys up." You walked out of Lucifer's grasp, no doubt making him pout, and walked over towards Ella. "Anything different?"

"'Fraid not, homie. We'll keep looking but this place looks just as spotless as the others." You sighed, nodding as you looked at the poor girl on the floor.

"Three bodies, so far, all found in this same position." You started, ignoring Lucifer's "Well, that's no fun.". For once, you were happy to have Chloe as a barrier between the two of you. "The body is cut up and the area is always cleaned as if they're going to clean up after themselves and never get around to finishing the job.” You glared at Lucifer before he could say something about always finishing and, just as expected, he stopped in his tracks. You really knew him too well.

"It's almost like he's taunting us." Chloe thought out loud. You had worked with her when you first became a detective, it's how the two of you became so close, and if it weren't for Lucifer being so distracting you'd be beyond grateful that she was here to help. "'I could hide if I want to but why would I?'"

You sighed, running your hand down your face as you did. "Exactly." It wasn't often you let cases get to you but you had been on this one for weeks and, still, you had nothing. Nothing but more dead bodies and you couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Hey." You opened your eyes to see Lucifer crouching in front of you, something soft in his eyes as he traced the side of your face. "We're gonna catch this, vermin. You have my word." Just like that, you felt a small bit of the weight you carried be lifted off your shoulders. Lucifer kept his word, no matter the promise, and that was more relaxing than any massage. When you had first met Lucifer, it felt like a bubble had surrounded the two of you and no one else existed. As time went on and feelings were shared, you thought that feeling would disappear after a while. But, as he stood in front of you, promising to do something he had no interest in just because he knew it would make you feel better; you were stuck in that bubble again. So stuck that you didn't see the silent conversation Ella and Chloe were having right next to you as they watched the interaction take place.

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You had a suspect. A real -most likely the killer- suspect after weeks and it was all thanks to Lucifer. He had pulled way too many strings and you didn't even want to ask if any of them were illegal because the guy was right there and all you had to do was get a confession. You walked into the room, placing your file down on the table, and prepared yourself for a long night of questioning. But, before you could even sit down, the suspect sputtered out, "I-I did it. I killed those girls." His eyes absolutely frantic as he did.

You stood there, more than shocked at the immediate confession. You turned to look at the two-way mirror, where Chloe and Lucifer were, a confused look on your face. Without you knowing, Lucifer gave you a thumbs up, a proud look on his face as if you had pried the truth out of the man's mouth. You turned back to the man, doubt suddenly clouding your mind that he was the right guy. "And what exactly did you do?" You wouldn't put it past Lucifer to tell someone to confess just so you could close the case faster. But, to your surprise, the man started listing off details that had never gone further than you and Ella. Things you had forgotten to tell Lucifer and Chloe in your haste to catch the guy before he could kill again. Somehow, Lucifer was one step ahead of you.

You walked out of the interrogation room, confused but happy that it was over. You didn't have a chance to collect your bearings before arms were encircling you and your face was smashed against a suited chest. "Well done, love. Another criminal behind bars all thanks to you."

You tried to move away but all his grasp would allow is for you to turn around so he was behind you and you could see the detective. "Is this usually how it goes?" You asked, hoping her answer was yes so something could make sense because no matter how much Lucifer loved flirting; this amount of affection was never shown in public.

Chloe covered her mouth, trying to wipe away as a smile as she watched Lucifer hug you from behind like it was nothing. "I mean, if there's something in it for him then, yeah, my suspects start talking a lot faster." She pointed towards the scene in front of her, not sure exactly what it was she was seeing, to begin with. "But, all of this. That hasn't ever been a part of it."

"So, what exactly are you getting out of this Lucifer? And, please, don't say what I know you want to." People were starting to notice that, not only, was Lucifer hugging someone but he was daring anyone to question him while he did. In the right circumstance, it would be adorable.

"I assure you, I have no idea what you're talking about." He stopped hugging you, sensing the start of you being annoyed, but still kept an arm around you. "The satisfaction of a job well done is enough for me."

"I thought you didn't lie?" You looked up at him, feeling yourself forget where you were as you stared into his eyes.

"Now, I didn't say the satisfaction had to be mine." He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, holding your face after so you had no choice but to keep looking at him. "I'm nothing if not a selfless lover."

You giggled, actually giggled, and Chloe felt she had to step in. She knew where this led, she'd seen it too many times, and she didn't want you to get sucked into the tornado that was Lucifer Morningstar. "Okay, this seems a bit excessive, Lucifer. Even for you."

Lucifer exhaled in a way that spelled nothing but trouble. "I mean, honestly, how dull must you all be?" You placed your hand on his chest, holding him back but also reminding him that there was no need to be hostile. "The truth is detective, I can be as excessive as I please when it comes to my relationships. Thank you, kindly." Though, you were sure he was aiming for threatening; he sounded like a petulant child and you couldn't help but laugh. It only made it worse when you turned to Chloe and saw her shocked face.

She turned to you, waiting for your denial but it wouldn't come. "We've been together for a while now, Chlo."

"So, this whole time I thought he was harassing you. You two were dating?"

"Yes. Quite annoying by the way." You hit his chest and, because he loved to humor you, he pretended it actually hurt.

"I thought you guys would catch on at some point. It's not like he's great at hiding it." You said, finally managing to separate yourself from Lucifer.

"It's Lucifer, Y/N. I just thought he was going the extra mile with you cause you were playing hard to get."

"Quite the opposite actually." You turned and glared at him, the comment far from necessary. Chloe shook her head but smiled at you nevertheless. She wished you luck and went to her desk, having paperwork of her own to do before the day ended. You turned to Lucifer, an eyebrow raised and arms crossed. "What did I do now?" He sighed, childishly.

"Did you do all of this-" You pointed towards the interrogation room, "just so you had an excuse to let everyone know we're together?"

"No." You placed your hands on your hips, waiting for the truth to inevitably come out. "Well, not at first."

You laughed, adoration no doubt in your eyes as you looked at the man. "What am I going to do with you, Morningstar?"

He pulled you close, his hands replacing yours on your hips and his forehead pressed against yours. If you didn't have an audience before, then you definitely had one now, but you didn't care. It was the end of the workday, you had just caught a killer, and you deserved a little love. "I can think of a couple of things." He whispered, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

"I love you." You mouthed the words, wanting them just for the two of you and not the entire precinct.

The mischief faded as he rubbed your noses together, something small and sweet that was only ever there for you. "I love you too."

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Rest for the Wicked (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Summary: Lucifer doesn’t like that your job comes before him. He fixes the nonexistent problem but, now, everyone is questioning him as to why. Including you.

Word Count: 3952

A/N: sup biches im sick and heres another lucifer fic that i started before people requested stuff. Enjoy! This is far from edited because why my head hurts :)

"Can you please tell me why you didn't show up when I asked?" Lucifer barged into the restaurant like he owned the place and, honestly, he probably did for all you knew. However, the didn't excuse him interrupting your shift just to throw a tantrum which you knew was coming.

You ignored him, smiling reassuringly to your customers as you put their food in front of them. "Enjoy your meal." You rushed back to the counter to get the next order and he was quick to race behind you.

The only problem was, in your hurry, you had forgotten how much he absolutely hated being ignored. "Hello? Honestly, have you gone deaf? Do I need to raise my voice because I was certain everyone heard me-" He started to obnoxiously grow louder until you had no choice but to turn around and give him attention. He fell back into his normal posture, a smug look on his face despite the annoyed one on yours. "Ah, there we go. Now, where were we?"

"What do you want, Lucifer?" You hissed, keeping your voice down though it didn't really matter; he had brought plenty of attention towards the two of you with his yelling. "If you can't tell, I'm working."

"Yes, but I told you to come meet me at Lux." He said it so seriously that you had to take a moment and pause. All you did was look at him, waiting to see if maybe he'd understand just how crazy what he said was. "Would you stop looking at me like that and take that ridiculous outfit off so we can go." He gestured towards the door.

"I am working" You said it slowly, thinking maybe he'd understand you. You had already taken too much time out of your shift to talk to him, you probably wouldn't be able to get a break now because of him.

"Yes, I heard you the first time. I don't see how that's relevant here, love."

"Lucifer, I don't have time for this." You sighed, turning around and grabbing the loaded tray behind you. "I will come to Lux when I get off, maybe."

"Maybe?" He scoffed, following you like a confused puppy.

"Yes, maybe. Because I actually work instead of dancing and drinking in a club I own." You placed the plate of fries and drink on the table with a fake smile, more annoyed by the man next to than anything. You hoped this didn’t affect your tips. "And when my job- that I need to be able to live, by the way- is over I tend to be too tired to be your little pet." You snapped your head towards him, tilting it sarcastically. "Do you understand that or should I explain it a different way?"

"Crystal clear, love." You were the only one who ever talked to him like that, besides Maze of course, and it's why he let you stick around so long. Though, it always confused you that when other people acted the same as you, they left screaming. He nodded to you in dismissal and walked away. You let out the breath you had held, turning to apologize to your customers when he was suddenly back and stealing a fry from the table. "Though, I must say, you're such a good pet to have." He threw the fry in his mouth and left you standing open mouthed as he walked away. You definitely weren't getting a tip after that.

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It was late and you were tired but, somehow, you still found yourself walking into the nightclub at it's prime hour. The headache you left work with only grew stronger as you walked through the doors and music was blasted towards. You closed your eyes, gyrating bodies pressed against you if they didn't push by, and you were wondering why you were even here. "My pet!" The accented voice carried over the noise, forcing you to open your eyes and see the joy on Lucifer's face. It would've been nice to think that he was happy to see you but that wasn't really something Lucifer felt. Not towards you, at least.

You rolled your eyes and made your way towards him. "You're not gonna let that go, are you?" You yelled. He danced closer towards you, probably too close, but you were pinned by his gaze and couldn't move.

"Who am I to deny you such a great title?" He smiled down at you, mischief twinkling in his eyes. If it was anyone else, you would slap them and be on your way. Even if you didn't have feelings for Lucifer, which you hated to admit, he was a man that could say or do anything and get away with it. There was something about, some kind of charm, where a nickname like 'pet' was just the same as him calling you 'love'.

"Why did you want me to come?" He smirked, ignoring you in favor of taking a drink and gesturing for you to join him in his dance. You shook your head, too tired to even sway, but he wasn't having it.

"Must you be such a buzzkill." There was some anger in his tone but you ignored it. Your headache wasn't getting any better and it didn't seem like you needed to be there in the first place. Lucifer or not, you needed to go home. You turned to go, not bothering with a goodbye that he'd throw another tantrum over, when he took your arm and pulled you into his chest. You caught yourself and tried to push off him but his hand had dropped his glass to was hold you against him. He lowered his head to whisper in your ear, his voice dripping with something akin to hunger, "Now where do you think you're going, love?"

You squinted at him, the green of the club blurring around him as if it refused to interrupt his presence, Sometimes, in moments where he pulled you into the tornado that was him, like now, it was easy to see him as a fallen angel. "You're drunk." It was rare that he let himself even touch you, let alone be so affectionate, if that's what you could call it.

He pressed his forehead to yours, staring into your soul through your eyes and smirking. "The devil could never." He leaned back just the slightest, his hand now on your hip as he moved you along to the beat of the music. You had almost forgotten where you were and, more importantly, that you weren't alone.

"Lucifer-" You tried but he hushed you immediately, another drink in his hand as he pressed a finger to his mouth.

"Ah, ah." He grabbed your hand and twirled you around. "We're dancing."

"One dance and then you tell me why you needed me." You told him rather than asked, poking his chest as you said it.

Something glinted in his eyes as he downed the drink before giving you his full attention. "One dance it is, pet."

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Honestly, you should've known better than to dance with the devil. He was addicting in the best and worst way and while it was technically only one dance; it had lasted for hours. The drinks that magically appeared for him started to appear for you and, by the end of the night, you were too trashed to go back home. "I feel like it's still kinda a lie." You slurred, slumped against his chest in the elevator on the way to his penthouse. You weren't that drunk; you weren't even in heels, you could definitely still walk. But you would take any excuse to be close to him.

"It's not my fault you lost track of time." The doors opened and he helped you to the couch. What he didn't expect was you pulling him down with you. You weren't strong enough to actually do it but you did make him budge and you counted that as a win.

You huffed and dropped his arm, giving up on trying to get him to join you on the couch. "You were supposed to tell me something."

"Ah, yes. It's probably good that you're not sober for this." he settled down next to you and the small sober you in the back of your head woke up a little at his words. What could he do that would warrant you needing to be drunk? "Do you know that song? Ain't no rest for the wicked, I believe?"

"Money don't grow on trees." You said seriously, continuing the song without thinking about it. It was one of your favorites.

He chuckled, "Yes, certainly not for the likes of you." He sat back on the couch, crossing his legs and looking at you like he wanted to see your reaction. If your mind wasn't a daze, you would've been stressed as to what reaction he was watching out for. "You live here now." He stated, staring at you with no cracks in his face.

You laughed, because how could you not. The laughter only died down when you saw just how serious his face was and then the panic, and some anger, started to surface. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Maze moved out and there's an opening. Though we could always share a bed." He winked but you had no time to relish in it.

"That's what you wanted to tell me?" He nodded but there was something still bothering you. It took awhile for you to realize what, his announcement not sobering you up enough. "What do you mean 'now'?"

"I had your things moved in." He tilted his head as if you were stupid to even ask. "If Maze can have the Detective as a roomie then it's only fair that I have one as well."

There was so much to unpack, like the fact that he already moved you in without ever asking, but that's not what bothered you the most. "I can't afford living here, Lucifer."

"Yes, Y/N, that's the point." He sighed, annoyed now. "You can finally get rid of that awful job and actually answer when I call."

"This is all because I couldn't answer you today!?" You looked at him like he was crazy though with how unaffected he was by it, you could've had nothing but a blank expression on your face. You stood up, tripping over yourself slightly. "I need to go home."

"Well, you know where Maze's old room is." You were going to argue with him, tell him that no, you meant your actual house, but he lifted his eyebrow knowing exactly what you were thinking. You weren’t sure if it was his weird voodoo or if he actually knew you but, either way, he always won. You sighed and made your way to Maze's room, that was more like a whole other house, and fell onto a new mattress surrounded by all your stuff. When you woke up and were sober, you were going to have a very serious conversation with a certain someone about how none of what he did was okay. Yet, as you fell deeper into the mattress, the frustration you were supposed to feel melted away and you fell asleep almost instantly.

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You woke up, groggy with a piercing headache that made you wish you were still asleep. You groaned, rolling over to the side, only to shoot up when you saw all the unpacked boxes around you. You got up and started rifling through them, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Lucifer hadn't actually done as he said. But as you pulled out item after item that was yours, there was no such luck. The only thing you didn't own in the room was the mattress you had slept on because apparently giving you a place to stay wasn't enough for the man. Speaking of which; you had to find him. "Lucifer!" You yelled into the empty room, immediately regretting it as your headache made itself known once again. You groaned, your "Lucifer Morningstar!" more pitying than threatening. It's probably why he answered to that one.

"Ah! You're finally awake." He smiled, his arms open wide as he walked towards you with barely any clothing on. He was wearing a robe, the sash trailing behind him uselessly, and boxer that hung way too low. There was no way you could live there with that being teased in front of you everyday. Well, that was one reason at least. "I thought you were going to sleep through the day."

You glared at him, more so because you were still half asleep and not because you were actually mad. It was always hard for you to stay mad at Lucifer, even if he deserved it. "Wait," The gears in your head took a while to turn but when they did, you raced to find some kind of clock. "What time is it?!"

"Little after noon. I decided to follow your lead and sleep in a little." He watched you race back to your room, tripping over your pants legs as you tried to change quickly. He laughed darkly as he followed you, his robe falling off his shoulders as he did. "I always did like how to the point you were, love."

You stood up, wrinkled shirt in your hand as you pointed at him. "No." You said like you were talking to a disobedient dog. He looked at you like you personally offended him and, knowing him, you probably had by denying him. "I'm late for work and I need to hurry up and leave so I can beg them not to fire me." You mumbled while trying to collect yourself.

"The only one you should be begging is me." You raised an eyebrow at him, not having the time to deal with his flirting. He sighed, annoyed, and deflated against the door frame. "There's no need to rush just to quit some silly job."

You pocketed your phone that was thankfully charged and glared at the mess that was in the mirror; it was going to have to work. "What part of anything that's happening made you think I was quitting my job?"

"The part where I told you, you don't have to anymore." He walked behind you as you raced to the elevator. "You're welcome, by the way." He said sarcastically.

"Ohh, just you wait until I get back." You pressed the elevator button, angrier than you actually were. You pointed at him through the closing doors, "We will be talking about that and it won't be a good one."

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"I just don't understand what their problem is." Lucifer had gone to Linda's office after you had rushed out of the house. It only seemed right to go to her; she often had the answers when he couldn’t find them himself for whatever reason. "I mean, I've given them everything. A place to stay, an income, freedom, really-" He paced the length of the room, the doctor watching him with shocked eyes. Never in her career had she met a man that was so arrogant and oblivious at the same time. Then again, she had never been the therapist to the devil either. "-and they run back to that place and scold me like a dog." He fell back onto the couch, pure confusion on his face as he continued, "They even turned me down for sex." He gestured towards himself as if to say 'Me!'. In her head, Linda made a note to give you a medal or a pat on the back, at least. "Can you believe that?"

"Have you taken a moment to think about how they would feel about all this?" She pushed up her glasses and held in a sigh. His feelings towards you was always a touchy subject, especially since he refused to admit what he knew was true. "From what you've said it doesn't seem like you ever asked if they wanted any of that."

"Of course, Y/N wants that! Who wouldn't?" He crossed his legs and started to gesture wildly with his hand as he hit his points. "There's no more annoying customers and long hours. They never have to worry about another bill or missed call; it's the perfect scenario."

"Missed call?" The doctor hummed, hoping this was the moment where she could get him to admit how he felt out loud.

"Yes, I find it hard to believe that they can miss a call when we live in the same building." He rolled his eyes like she was being the dull one.

"Could you explain to me exactly why you're so enamored with Y/N?" She leaned forward, wanting to pluck the answers right out of his mouth. "They don't share the same effects as the detective so why?"

He squinted towards her, suddenly suspect. That was nothing new for when she started to pry. "What are you up to, Doctor?"

"Just humor me."

He sighed and looked towards the window, actually giving the question some thought. "The only other person who talks to me the way they do is Maze."

"And how is that? With respect?"

"Without fear." He answered immediately. He didn't realize it before but after saying it; that was the reason. Even the detective had hesitancy in her voice every now and then, how could she not with the mysteries that continues to pile around him? But Y/N, Y/N never showed any hint of fear. You had walked in on interrogations, seen people run for the hills at the sight of him, you had even seen a flicker of fire in his eyes. Yet, you continued to stand up to him like you had the strength of a thousand men. You smirked when he yelled, pulled when he pushed, you sassed him like no other human would and it was because of that that he kept you around. "It's instinct but they seem to not feel that."

"Or maybe they just ignore it." She jumped in, smiling slightly. "Maybe they feel something else instead that overpowers that."

"Did you not hear me when I said they denied my offer of sex? Y/N doesn't feel any lust towards me-"

"What about the other 'l' word?" Linda interrupted. Lucifer stopped in his tracks, staring at her as if she had two heads. She leaned back, her smirk finally letting itself be known on her face. "Maybe you feel it as well?"

He stood up quickly, turning and waving as he headed to the door. "Great session Doc but I have previous engagements to attend to."

"Why else would you move them in!?" She yelled after him, knowing the question wouldn't fall on deaf ears.

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You returned to Lucifer's late at night, tired but still employed. The elevator doors opened and you were surprised to see nothing but a dark room. There were no gyrating bodies, no flashing lights, or orgies in the corner. There was just a slumped body at a piano with an almost empty glass in front of him. You sighed and made your way over to him, not wanting to argue but knowing that it was inevitable. You sat on the piano bench next to him, not saying anything for a moment. It was nice to be in silence with him, sometimes it felt like you learned more about him in moments like this than when you talked throughout the night. He was the first to break the silence, "Do you still have that awful job?" His voice was barely over a whisper but anything else would be too loud in the space then. It had turned intimate, the only people in the world being the two of you.

"Thankfully, yes." He nodded but said nothing else. You stared at the keys in front of you, tracing them but not daring to press down. He watched your hands, completely fixated. "Why did you move me in?"

He laughed though it sounded more like a scoff. "Y'know the doctor asked me the exact same question today."

"Do you have the answer?"

"The only person more wicked than the devil is the people who fraternize with him." He spoke into his cup like you weren't even there and his words were just an afterthought.

"Are you back on that song?" You tried to hold in your laugh but it was truly ridiculous.

"It got me thinking and so did Linda, I suppose." He thought out loud. "I've condemned you to an eternity of suffering for what?" His crazed eyes met yours and you held your breath. You had never seen him so emotional over someone that wasn't himself. When you didn't reply he did scoff, "Because I enjoy you? There no good reason to do such a thing."

You placed your hand on his knee, attempting to stable him after the spiral he was putting himself into. "I enjoy your company too." He stared at your hand so you quickly took it away. Instead, you took the drink of his hand and finished the shot that was in it. You were going to need it for this conversation. "It's just a bit much for someone to tell you to quit your job and to live with them."

He groaned, "I'm realizing that."

"What else are you realizing?" You had never seen him so human. You had grown used to him thinking that he was the devil but you never thought anything of it. Everyone had their things. But there was no denying that something about Lucifer Morningstar wasn't of this world. This, however, was the most human you've ever seen him.

"That I might feel more than just lust for you." He let out between clenched teeth, as if it hurt him to admit. Meanwhile, your heart started to speed up because there was no way he was saying what you thought he was. "Linda had the audacity to use the phrase 'other "l" word' so take that as you will."

'Other 'l' word' you mouthed, not wanting to say it out loud but wanting to make sure it was real. You nodded to yourself after gathering your thoughts. It may be the worst decision you could ever make but there was no way in hell you were going to pass this up.

"Okay."

"Okay? The devil tells you he might be in love with you and all you have to say is okay?!" You smirked the moment the word actually left his lips and followed it with your own. You kept it soft and sweet, more of a peck than an actual kiss, because he deserved something slow.

You pulled away with a smile on your face but you stayed close. "I might be in love with the devil. Sorry if it took a while to process."

His hand covered your hip as his eyes searched your face for some kind of lie. "What is it you desire?" He whispered, something vulnerable in his tone.

"A date." You escaped his hold and stood up, heading backwards towards your room that you were suddenly okay with. Well, not completely but that was a talk for another day. "Can you handle that?"

"Maybe." You shooed him out of your doorway, telling him you actually meant a date, not sex, and that you were just going to your room to change. You weren't sure what he meant by saying you were condemned to hell and, honestly, you didn't really want to know. But as you walked out of Lux tower with your arm wrapped in his; it felt right. Whatever consequences that came with that feeling be damned.

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Speak of the Devil Pt. 3

Summary: The sun rises and you watch as it dips closer and closer to the horizon. It’s the worse day of your life, again, and you have no choice but to relive it. Except, this time, you have Sara.

Word Count: 2086

A/N: I am disgustingly proud of this part and this story. I hope you guys enjoy it, I’m sorry if there are any mistakes but wow I actually edited this one THATS how proud I am. Let me know what you think!

Pt.1 Pt.2

The moment when the sun begins to set was when it all began. For years after, maybe decades or centuries, you had hated the night. Sara changed that for you on your very first date. You would have never taken her for a romantic and maybe that was your first mistake on the long journey of falling for her; you had underestimated her ability to feel. You had expected a drink shared between somewhat friends, a night spent in her bed, and a morning ignoring it all. Instead, she took you to the highest point in Central City, laid down a blanket at midday, and fed you with amazing food and even better conversation. You hadn’t even noticed time passing until the world turned yellow around the both of you and you were stuck staring at the darkening sky. Time froze for a whole other reason then and it wasn’t for a while the you heard her voice. The moon was steadily rising, Orion’s Belt hung over her head, and her smile was so soft despite the fact that you ruined the end of a perfect date. “I’m sorry-“ You had started, wanting to apologize but not knowing how. The memory of why had faded long ago though the feeling had stayed.

“Hey, it’s fine.” You never imagined an assassin would be able to comfort you but she did it so easily. She had shuffled closer, sitting next to you instead of across, and shrugged as if everything was fine. As if she understood. “We all have our things.” And when you had turned to look at her, you saw the same haunted look in her eye that you found yourself feeling every night. She did understand, she probably understood more than you could ever know, but you wanted to. For the first time in a while you wanted to fall again. So underneath the full moon, with a bustling city below you, you kissed her and fell when you promised you never would again.

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“It’s impossible to sneak up on a ship but to try to sneak up on mine is suicide.” You whispered to Sara, glaring at the west even though there was nothing there just yet. “We see them coming from a mile away and it makes us that more dangerous.”

“You have to go through the day as normal, Y/N.” She said slowly. You were too close, you both knew it, and if you were anyone else you would be stuck on the Waverider. In a way, you wish you were. “You’re not supposed to know what’s coming.”

“That’s the thing, Sara.” With the imagination of your mind, you could practically see the other ship moving towards you. “I knew from the moment I woke up.” You whispered. It was true, you had woken up on this very day with a pit in your stomach and suspicion in your veins. You didn’t live as long as you had and not picked up how to sense danger. You took a deep breath and straightened your back, ready to give the same speech you did long ago. “Crew!” Your voice bellowed, loud and sharp enough to cut above the waves. Within minutes your crew filled the deck, each with their eyes trained on you, ready and willing to listen. “Something from Hell is coming and there be no stoppin it.” You fell into your old footsteps, remembering the moment as if it was a song and dance and not memory. “If ya wish to hide then so be it. if ya wish to run, I’ll allow it.” You finally turned to look at them, to really look at them. They were dirty and broken, their faces bruised, mangled, and scarred, but you remembered each person and their story. “But this here be home. This, you, be family. The blood we spill is the blood of our kin and that will never change. It will live in every crack and hole of this ship and every scar and scratch on your souls.” They remained silent, though you couldn’t help but look at Lydia and Sara’s faces. Lydia was composed, a slight pride in her stance but that was all. She was used to these speeches though this was the first you time you had mentioned family. Sara, however, looked close to tears as she watched you. You weren’t sure why but you couldn’t ask just yet. “So I ask ye, who’s ready for hell?”

The cheer that followed was deafening and, for a moment, you forgot it was just an act. In the silence that came with hearing nothing but screams of trust and love, you remembered the good parts of this time. The love, the trust, and, right now, the family. You were too caught up in it and as Lydia hugged you from the side, guiding the crew into a huddle, you didn't even think to look for your team. They were left to the sidelines, staring awkwardly at each other as you were surrounded. Maybe it was a good thing you couldn't see them, then you couldn't see the look on Sara's face and that would've ruined the perfect picture you had painted yourself back in.

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When Sara had asked you to join the Legends you hadn't even thought twice about it. It had been hard, dating between an immortal and a time traveler, because while a regular person would notice no time passing; you felt every second she was away. She didn't know that in the beginning, so when she had offered and you accepted immediately; she was shocked. You had one final mission with Team Flash, a goodbye without them knowing it, and had kissed Sara goodbye as she went to fix time. Then Sara had come back and looked at you as if she saw a ghost.

"You- you were there." She had stammered out the moment she saw you in Star Labs. Barry walked towards her, concerned beyond belief because for Sara Lance to be left speechless meant something was wrong. You got to her before him and guided her out of the public.

"Hey, hey, you're okay." You whispered, slightly panicking but keeping in contact with her nonetheless. You had an inkling, a small thought in the back of your head that told you she knew. And with that thought came another, much louder, one that said that was the last time you could hold her close. You caressed her cheek, a sadness creeping into your eyes as you looked at her. "Tell me what happened."

She looked at you in a way she never let anyone else she. She was vulnerable and it was then that you realized you had fallen in love with the assassin in your arms. "I saw you in Ancient Rome. Ancient Rome, Y/N." You nodded, not sure what you were supposed to say. "You were being worshipped like some god and- I'm not crazy, okay?" She poked your chest but you knew nothing on your face made her think you felt that way.

"You're not, baby." You rubbed her arms in comfort, hoping that that wasn't the last time you would be there to help her.

"We've met lookalikes before but something about this was-" She wasn't able to finish her thought, so you had finished it for her.

"The real thing?" It was her turn to look at you hopefully and you had taken a moment to bask in it. To remember that she trusted you enough to let you see her insecurities with no doubt in her mind.

"Yes!"

"That's because it was, love." You hadn't wanted to look at her after you said it, wanting to live in the moment just a little longer. But when you did look, all you saw was confusion.

"What do you mean?" Slowly, you saw the wall come back and push her emotions back and you wanted to punch yourself.

"That was me. A very, very, long time ago." You took a step back to try and give her room but her hand stayed grasped on your arm. Whether it was anger or need, you weren't sure and you didn't really care. She still wanted you close, the reasoning didn’t matter. You took a deep breath, you remember your heart beating a mile a minute as you said what you never did before. "I'm immortal."

She had scoffed, dropping her hand and shaking her head. "Immortal."

"I'm not making fun of you and this isn't a joke." You had said, desperately. "There's a reason I can't get hurt and it's because I can't die." You were hesitant as you took her hand in yours and you let yourself feel. You had let her see what you were feeling; scared. Terrified, in fact, because you had never shared that secret. You stood there, staring at her hand in yours instead of her eyes but she said nothing. "Please believe me." Your voice was barely above a whisper.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" Her voice was just as quiet but, somehow, it was as strong as ever.

"I've wanted to." You said, as honestly as you could. "The moment I knew I was falling for you I wanted to tell you right then and there."

"Why didn't you?" She was stoic. There was nothing in the way she spoke or the way she stood that could give you a hint as to what she was feeling. That was always her appeal though, the fact that she didn't hold herself as strictly with you as she did with others.

You had shrugged, "I was scared." You laughed without humor, "Just like I am now because-" You finally looked up and into her eyes. In all your time, you had never felt the way you did with her. "-I don't wanna lose you."

She had held your face, an almost innocent smile on her face. "You won't." Not only did you believe her then but that was the first time you felt loved without ever having to say it.

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With the crew dispersed and back to work the countdown in your head became louder and louder. Lunch was served, well 'served', and you watched as half the crew ran to the side to hack it back up. You were weak from the very beginning. You passed through a storm and watched as they panicked to throw the water back over board. You were compromised without ever knowing it. But, what you watched the most, was the sun and as it dipped closer and closer to the horizon, you felt the dread building up.

"Hey." You had kicked the rookie out of the crow's nest and watched the sun at eye level. The fact that Sara had made it all the way up there without you realizing was a sign that you were far too distracted.

"I did this the first time too, don't worry." Surprisingly, it was true. The old you was beyond paranoid and you had wanted to follow the feeling in your gut all the way to the clouds.

"You were really intuitive." She hugged you from behind, the two of you finally able to show affection without messing anything up. You weren't sure if you wanted that right then or if you deserved it.

"Look what help that did." You mumbled, the edges of the sky starting to darken. Dusk wasn't here just yet but it was far too close. On the horizon, you could see the glimpse of darkness and it wasn't your imagination. "There they are. I hadn't seen them the first time. I was looking the other way." You were having an out of body experience, you were sure, because a part of you didn't even realize you were talking.

"Maybe you should too then." She said it gently, almost a suggestion but when you didn't answer she circled you around.

"I still know they're there." There was nothing but blue on the other side, the sun low enough that it was picking sides.

"And that's not going to change." She leaned her head against your back, watching the dot get closer and closer so you didn't have to. She was your other half like that. "I love you."

You watched the first stars fill the sky, faint but there. The smallest hint of red painted the sky and you felt Sara stiffen behind you. "I love you too." It was time. They were here.

Pt. 4

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Speak of the Devil (Sara Lance x Fem!Reader) Pt.2

Summary: You never wanted to lie to Sara, you had made that promise early on in your relationship. So when she asked if you missed the past life you had just been thrown into; you said yes.

Word Count: 1566

A/N: This is pretty short but I love it and I hope you do as well!! Sorry for any mistakes it’s like 2 in the morning and I don’t wanna edit lol. Lemme know what you think about the series so far!!

Pt.1 Pt.3

You took a deep breath, taking in the ocean breeze that you hadn’t experienced for centuries. You hadn’t been on the water, the only home you knew besides the legends, since this day. It was nice to come back to. Then arms encircled yours and you stiffened. Not because you didn’t know who it was but because you did.

“Do you miss this?” Sara asked, nuzzling into you as the wind picked up. People would be surprised by how cuddly the terrifying Sara Lance actually was.

“Is it bad if I say yes?” She didn’t respond. You were sure she was asking about more than just your ship and the sea; she was asking about Lydia. Ever since you set sail the two of you were attached at the hip, just like you always were, the only difference was the legends, specifically Sara, watching everything the two of you did. You couldn’t lie to her though, you promised that early on, and even though you shouldn’t; you had missed Lydia.

You sighed, knowing the tender moment had to end and that she wasn’t going to like it. The crew was below, the legends manning the ship, all by Sara’s design you were sure. It was nice to have a dash of reality in your past but you knew this time well and nice never lasted long. You pulled out of embrace, your face becoming neutral and serious as you waited for Sara to be upset. She wasn’t, at least not in the way you thought she would be. “You can’t be with me? Not even for a couple minutes?”

She was never one to show insecurity, the question itself causing you to worry. You stepped forward, your hand reaching out to caress her face. Both of you froze, her head tilted and your hand almost at her cheek, when you heard the sound of boots clamoring up stairs. Break was over and it was Sara’s turn to sigh. You quickly grabbed her chin, staring her intensely in the eyes, and said, “I love you.”

She nodded, understanding the meaning in your words without you ever having to say it. She mouthed it back before she walked away, your arm falling to your side as you watched her go. Being back here was confusing, sure, and being with Lydia didn’t make it any better, but if there was one thing you were sure of no matter the life or time; it was that you loved the woman standing in front of you. You just hoped she wouldn’t forget that.

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It was dark by the time you could fully regroup with the legends. You had sent the crew to rest, telling them the new guys had to learn the ropes sooner or later, and they had gone without question. The only one left was Lydia. She was half asleep as she stood next to you and you couldn’t help the look of adoration on your face as you watched her try and stay up. She used to do this every night; try to stay up so she could see the water at sunrise. She never made it that long. You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat and turned to the legends who were patiently waiting, gesturing that you were going to take her to bed. Some nodded, others (Mick) rolled their eyes, and Sara simply stared as you picked her up and took her to your quarters. The moment she hit the bed she was out like a light, mumbling happily and trying to get closer to you. You sat on the bed next to her for a moment and tried to take everything in. The way her hair lay tangled on her head, the blanket already clasped in between her hands, the small smile that never left her face even in sleep. You tried to remember every detail because, one day, there will come a time when you forget.

The Legends were waiting for you on the deck, a small circle formed around a barrel that was being used as a table. You joined them with a smile, "So how is pirate life treating everyone?"

"What exactly happens tomorrow, Y/N?" Nate asked.

They had apparently agreed on no pleasantries. You understood, of course you did, but it didn’t make this any easier. You sat down, stealing Mick's drink and taking a long sip. You stared at nothing for a moment, not wanting to see any of their face when you said what you needed to. You looked back to where your quarters were, the lump back in your throat, "She dies." You choked out, the words ripping themselves out of you. "Other pirates come and try to take my ship and she fights like it's her child." You chuckle though there's no humor in it. The scene is playing in your head once again and the pain in your chest is unbearable. "I was arrogant and angry. I focused more on the enemy and not on what I had to lose to them." You looked up at your team, your family, for the first time since starting to talk. "They slit her throat as revenge for me taking half their men and I watched her bleed out as the last ones escaped." A tear fell but you got the sentence out, the feeling of wanting to sob didn't matter. You had to make a plan. "That's when they'll kill me."

It was silent then, the waves crashing against the side of your ship the only sound you could hear. It was worse than the sound of a clock ticking down to you. Ray was the one to break the silence, "So to stop you from getting killed-"

"I have to watch her die again." You said solemnly. They stared at you, seeing the consequences of being immortal first hand, wanting to help but not knowing how to. Sara sat down next to you, no words could be said but she took your hand and that was enough.

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You shook Lydia awake, an almost crazed smile on your face. She groaned, waving you off tiredly but you weren't taking it. Not today. "C'mon, love. I got a surprise for ya." Her eyes opened at that, never the one to deny a surprise. You hooked your arm around her waist, practically carrying her to the back of the ship. She slumped into your chest, nuzzling as she did, ready to fall back asleep. You couldn't blame her, it was still dark out after all. She just needed to be awake when it wasn't anymore. You sat down, chuckling at her refusal to wake up fully, the sound making her smile against your chest.

"Whatcha laughin at?" She jostled around until she could squint towards the horizon. "And where's my surprise?"

You stayed quiet and drew invisible lines along her arm, simply listening to the sound of the ocean and her breathing. It was a song from your past that you had refused to listen to ever since. Soon, the sun peaked it's light over the water ever so slightly and Lydia was as wide awake as she's ever been. She sat up, still leaning against you but her eyes were glued to the sun. The sky morphed into a world of purples, pinks, and yellows, the perfection of nature beautiful reflected in the water under the two of you. The silence didn't break until the sun was far above your heads and the murmurs of your crew waking up was heard behind you. She fell back into your chest, a permanent smile on her face. It was warm, that was the best way to describe it. For so long she wanted this, something as simple as seeing the sunrise, and to give it to her just made you feel warm. "You're not my Y/N, are you?" She mumbled and, just like that, you felt your heart drop.

You looked down at her, confused and panicked at the same time. If she knew or even suspected you weren't who you said you were, history would be changed. "What do you mean love?"

She pecked your neck, tightening her hold around you. "You're…softer." You took a deep breath, relaxing back into your old position. Though apart of you was still confused; were you never like this with her? Were you never kind? Doubt filled your head quickly as you tried to remember just how rough you were once were. Her voice broke through your thoughts, just as sweet as it's always been, "But I love ya jus the same."

You would roll your eyes at yourself if it meant something. Maybe it was because of the day, because of what was going to happen, but you were at the edge of your seat it seemed. This wasn't your life even if you had lived it. You had grown over the centuries, become a new person over and over again. The person Lydia had loved had died even if she never could. You looked down at her a final time, the morning sun causing her skin to glow as she rested peacefully. Nevertheless, it was nice to know that she loved this version of you just as much. You kissed the top of her head and mumbled, "I loved you too." You just wished you could save her.

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Believe Me (Barry Allen x Reader)

Summary: Reality is broken and your best friend, Barry Allen, has actually been Oliver Queen this whole time. It’s hard to wrap your head around, especially since no one seems to believe either vigilante. But, no matter who or what he looks like, you know Barry. What do they say? Love always finds a way.

Word Count: 1889

A/N: This might just be the fastest I’ve ever written something. I watched Elseworlds today and I fell even more in love with Barry Allen. How that’s possible, idk. Anyway here’s this. I hope you enjoy! Sorry for any mistakes it may or may not be 430 in the morning.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. It was absolutely crazy, right? There was no way the man you loved, your best friend, was actually Oliver Queen. Or rather he wasn't Oliver Queen? You closed your eyes tightly, trying to ward off the impending headache while still trying to understand what was happening. They had switched bodies or lives, somehow. At least that's what they thought. But if you were listening to what they were saying then the Barry Allen you knew was Barry Allen, up until this morning when they were forced into this reality and he turned into Oliver Queen. You groaned, the headache now pounding behind your eyes. "Y/N." You opened your eyes to see Oliver, no, Barry, looking at you with pain you never thought you would see on the vigilante's face. Though it was all too common to see on the flash's. He stepped forward, the hurt look only worsening when you took a step away from him. "I know it's a lot but I need you to believe us right now."

"Maybe we should just run a couple tests, yeah? " Iris interjected, stepping in between you and the two vigilantes. She looked to Caitlin desperately, "We can do that right?"

Caitlin nodded quickly, "Yeah, yeah, we can do that." She ushered the heroes to the med bay but Oliver Queen still tried to look back at you.

"What do you think?" Iris stood next to you while the others followed Caitlin. The two of you had surprisingly gotten closer after her and Barry broke up, everyone expecting that you would give her the third degree as the honorary best friend. Instead, she had confronted you about your feelings, stating that the fact he reciprocated them was one of the reasons she had to end things. You didn't believe her then and, if this whole body swap thing checked out, then you definitely didn't believe it now. The two of you had been each other's rocks when it came to Barry Allen and the world that came with him, this was no different.

"I think that Oliver Queen has never shown that he knew I existed until today." You replied. She nodded, rubbing your arm before she went to join the rest of them.

"We're going to have to lock them up." The accent startled you from behind. You hadn't realized that Sherloque hadn't followed them. He gestured towards them, "They'll probably ask you to subdue Mr. Allen."

You shook your head, "I won't." He quirked his eyebrow but gave no response. "No matter what Barry it is, I won't do that to him." He smirked, the way he always did when he solved a mystery no one else knew existed, and you tried not to roll your eyes. "I'm gonna go get some air." You mumbled, leaving before he could say anything else. You had to think… a lot.

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What was supposed to be a simple break somehow turned into you walking all the way home. Not exactly the best place to go when you wanted to stop thinking about Barry, especially since the two of you lived together. When they had broken up, they wanted each other to have everything they shared which was basically the opposite of every split couple out there. In the end, Iris kept their house and Barry moved in with you. It was supposed to be for a couple months but as the months slowly morphed into a year, neither one of you wanted him to leave. So, he stayed and you never regretted it for a second. That is, until you realized that that morning instead of waking up to your best friend, you might've woken up to Oliver Queen in your living room instead.

You weren't exactly sure what to believe still. Apart of you always wanted to believe in Barry, no matter what face he wore, because when it came down to it; you trusted him more than anyone. But it was always safer, for everyone, to take precaution. Even if that precaution meant throwing the two vigilantes into the time vault. You sighed, it was times like this where you wondered how Iris did it. How she managed to be in love with Barry and not worry every second, to not let her emotions run her every decision. She was stronger than you ever could be, another reason you knew it could never work out with Barry. "You're doubting yourself again." You jumped, clutching your chest as you turn to see Oliver. "You're jumpy today." He smirked.

"I have good reason to be." He held his hands up in surrender, playfully, an easy smile on his face. Maybe you were looking for it too much, but it was so easy to see your Barry when he did stuff like that.

"I'm not gonna argue with you there." He carefully sat down next to you and you wondered when they were going to say this was all a joke. Or when Iris and Cisco were going to burst through your door and knock the green arrow out. "I know this is hard to understand."

You ignored the look in his eyes for answers, "What did they find? There's no way they would've let you go if they found something."

He smiled sadly, "They found nothing and they still don't believe us. Oliver thought his best chance would be to talk to Iris. So, I went looking for you." You didn't want to connect the dots that your heart so desperately wanted you to; that the real Barry chose you because maybe that wasn't the case.

"How'd you know where to find me?" The man in front of you was Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow. Yet, the more he talked and the more you were simply with him, apart of you deep down knew that wasn't the case.

He laughed, "You always come back here when you need to think. It's a lot harder to catch up with you without my speed."

You cracked a smile without thinking and, for a moment, it felt normal. You knew it wasn't going to last long and from the look on, maybe, Barry's face, he knew it too. "Tell me something no one but us would know." You stared him in the eyes, waiting. "Not Oliver, not Iris, just us."

The blue haze of Cisco's vibe started in the corner of the room, starting a time for Barry to say something and say it fast. No matter how tough he was, the Green Arrow could be taken down a lot faster than the Flash. Especially by surprise. He still hadn't noticed the stretched out arm that was coming towards him. Instead, he looked you dead in the eye, smiled, and said "I love you." right before Ralph knocked him out.

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You went back to Star Labs with Ralph and the unconscious Green Arrow, more confused than you thought you could be. His statement was general, it could mean anything. Well, not anything, but it wasn't something only the two of you knew. Everyone knew that Barry loved his friends, Barry loved everyone. It didn't make sense for him to use that as his ticket out of the time vault. Though, you'd be lying if you said you weren't secretly hoping that that was Barry down there. And that he meant it the way you always wanted him to.

"So what's the plan?" Iris asked when Ralph came back up from the vault.

"We're going to look for any reason they might be," Caitlin gestured with her hands for a bit, "like this."

"There's been some weird ass weather going on. Red sky, crazy lightning. We think it might be connected" Cisco swiveled his chair over to Caitlin and the two of them got to work.

"So you think they can be telling the truth?" It was the first thing you had said since getting back, too lost in your thoughts to contribute anything.

Everyone looked to each other before they looked at you, the simple action saying enough; they didn't. Iris put her hand on your shoulder. "We don't know yet. But we're going to try and figure it out."

Everyone separated then, each with their own job to do; yours being to watch the security camera of the vault. You listened as they argued, like an old married couple you might add, and couched each other through their different skills. They were going to escape no matter what, there was no stopping that, but you could stop them from escaping to another Earth. You just hoped you could get there faster than Oliver could learn how to phase.

It was perfect timing really, the two showing up just as you grabbed the transporter. Oliver groaned in frustration while Barry looked at you in desperation. It was getting a lot easier to separate them. "Y/N, please."

"I can't let you guys go." Even as you said it, you weren't sure why you were stopping them. Maybe because it was the right thing to do or maybe because you just wanted answers.

"Y/N, deep down you know this isn't us." He stepped closer to you, a look in his eyes that you only ever saw in Barry's. Your Barry's. "You know something isn't right." He whispered.

"I don't know what I know anymore." You slumped, not only talking about the two of them anymore.

And, just like always, Barry knew exactly what you were talking about. He lifted you head, making you look at him and his too sweet smile. "You've always known. You just didn't want to believe it."

You scoffed, "I always believe you." It was the truth and you both knew it. From the moment you saw Oliver, you knew something was wrong. Just like the moment Barry said those words, you knew what he meant.

"Even now?" He had always had the power to make you feel like it was only ever the two of you in the world. This was no different. Sure, he didn't look like himself and the person who did was currently pacing a hole into the floor, but he was your Barry. There was no doubt about it.

You kissed him, it was quick and a shock to the both of you, but it was just right for the moment. When he was himself again, you'd have all the time in the world for that. He just needed to fix reality first. You pulled back, smiling like a lovesick idiot. Lucky for you, the same smile was on his face too. "Even now." You whispered.

You dropped the transporter in his hand, to which Oliver gave a very gruff "Finally" causing the both of you to laugh.

"I hope you know when you fix everything we are having a serious discussion on the right time for love confessions."

He opened the portal and turned to you, "You still haven't said it back."

"I'll say it when you're you again." You stepped closer, kissing him again just because you could. "Besides, you already know." Oliver groaned even louder and you were sure he was actually debating going through the portal on his own. You laughed, stepping away from the vigilantes and the portal. "Now, go." And they did.

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Speak of the Devil (Sara Lance x Fem!Reader) Pt.1

Requested: Yes

Summary: You’re immortal and you’ve lived more lives than you can count. Somehow, this one has landed you on a time traveling ship with people you were starting to consider family, saving the world. It was risky; to travel to times when you know another version of you is somewhere out there but you never thought you’d cross paths. Until a past you is killed and your somewhat family is desperate to stop it from happening, no matter the consequences.

Word Count: 3761

A/N: This has kinda been stuck in my drafts for a long time so I figured id just make it parts because why not. I hope you enjoy it!! Requests are open, I have another sara lance in the drafts so idk what im saying lol. Sorry for any mistakes!

Pt.2 Pt.3

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As an immortal, it was hard to remember all the lives you had lived and in your case; there was suffering around every corner. It was almost better not to remember it all. Of course, there are always the people you could never forget, the environment that had imprinted itself in your brain, deaths that you could always see when you close your eyes. When you joined the Legends, it was strange to believe that you could travel to times you’ve already lived through, that there was a possibility you could run into a past you. The team was alway wary of that, not wanting to break time and everything, but it was the reason they figured you out in the first place. You were a member of Team Flash where everyone simply thought that you were invulnerable, which came in handy when you were fighting a new bad guy every other day, so you were welcomed with open arms. Apparently, the legends had run into a copy of you in the 1800s and they were convinced it wasn’t your ancestor. You had told everyone the truth and before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to Team Flash and walking onto a time ship.

It was beyond fun to travel through time and save history in the process. Every now and then the team would ask where you were during a certain time, this was one of those times. You didn’t mind sharing your past lives but it always left a knot in your stomach. You were returning to the ship after saving Isaac Newton in 1661 and when you were all settled, Nate was the one to ask where you were.

You laughed and took a seat, “Far from Mr. Newton. I think I was in the middle of the Pacific by now.”

Ray perked up, “Pacific Ocean? What were you doing there?” A look that could only appear on a person of science and curiosity passed over his face. “What happens if you drown?”

“I hit the reset button and try to get to air before it happens again.” Ray nodded, satisfied with the response. “Thankfully, I wasn’t drowning. I was the captain of a pirate ship.”

Mick looked at you wide eyed with a manic smile, “Pirates?”

You saluted him, “Aye aye matey.”

“You didn’t really talk like that did you?” Nate cringed.

“The movies don’t have it all wrong ye see. But the accent, ay, it was somethin more like this.” You fell into the accent easy, your pirate life was the one you remembered the most of your deep past. It was low and almost grumbly with a european undertone.

Sara joined the group after putting the ship to cruise in the temporal cortex. “That one may just be my favorite.” You winked at her as she sat down next to you, her legs thrown into your lap.

You turned to the rest of the group as you rubbed Sara’s ankle. “Short story short, pirates were complete assholes. They kidnapped me and planned to keep me on their ship. They didn’t expect that I had centuries of experience and wasn’t going down without a fight.”

“How long have you been alive exactly?” Jax asked. It was a question you never really couldn’t answer, especially since you didn’t really know.

“I’m not sure but I do know there are goddesses based off of me.” When you had seen your addition to mythology you had quickly learned that staying the same place for too long wasn’t a good idea. Especially when so many people aged quickly or died at a young age. You were still youthful and couldn’t be harmed, the people around you were sure the gods were the only answer.

Nate’s “Which ones?” was said at the same time as Jax’s “Daamnn.”

You laughed, “Anyway, I took over the ship. Threw all the idiots overboard, which left me and the other girls they had taken. Together we came up with the idea to save those pirates had decided were property instead of humans. By ‘61, I was on my fifth ship, filled with former wenched and slaves, runaways, rejects, and anyone else who I declared not a shit human being.”

“That’s my girl.” You smiled at Sara in response. She would’ve done well at sea, you could see her by your side, giving orders as you sailed the ship.

“How is that possible? There would’ve been some kind of evidence of a-a sanctuary pirate ship.” Nate stuttered to understand, as he always did when you told him of your past.

“When you live long enough, you learn how to stay clear of marking history.” You tilted your head, “At least, on paper. Like most of what i did, it became a story in the wind. The ship captained by a woman that welcomed those who never were.” Your face fell at a forgotten memory that refused to stay that way. Her face was clear in your head once again and you couldn’t shake the guilt that you felt.

Sara interjected, “What’s that face for?” She took her legs out of your lap and leaned towards you.

You shook your head slightly, she knew you far too well. “It’s nothing, just sometimes hard to remember.”

“Something tells me that you remember it just fine. You just don’t want to. ” Her voice was low as she took your hand in hers, noticing the slight change in your emotions. You smiled and tried to show her that you were fine but there was no way to fool her. The rest of the team, no longer being interested by storytime, separated to their own devices.

“Baby, I promise, I’m fine.” You pulled her towards you. She took the hint and settled down in your lap, you hugged her close. “It’s just hard to remember everything I’ve lost.” You whispered into her hair, “Everything I could still lose.”

She looked up, a world of emotions in her eyes but no words escaped her. Instead, she placed her hand on the side of your face and, together, you took a deep breath. You could almost see yourself telling her everything; every person you loved and lost, every life you had seen drain from someone’s eyes. You could almost see yourself saying that you hadn’t loved a person this much since a sword was strapped to your hip, since she was brutally taken away from you. Before either of you could say anything, though there really was reason for words when it came to the two of you, Sara fell into the seat, barely catching herself. “What the hell just happened?!” She stomped towards the table, her outburst causing the others to rush towards it as well.

“Where’d Y/N go?”Jax asked.

“That’s what I want to know, Gideon!” Sara glared at the ceiling, she wanted answers and she wanted them immediately.

“It seems Y/N was killed in 1668.” Gideon replied.

“That’s not possible. How is that possible?” Ray frantically looked between Sara and Gideon, beyond confused. “Y/N told me that she once had her head cut off and she still woke up, how was she killed?”

“From what I can find, the legion stole a weapon from the future that was created specifically to kill immortals.”

“Why go back almost 300 years before she joins us?” Stein made a good point. If they wanted to hurt the team, killing you in front of them was the best way to do so. There was a reason they did it then.

“Let’s go find out. Gideon, you know what to do.” Everyone made their way to their seats, desperate to save you.

When the ship landed it was the day before you were supposed to die and you phased back into reality. Sara had walked towards you with purpose in every step and kissed you like her life depended on it, not caring about the audience behind her. She only separated to glare at Mick’s ‘Nice.’

You stepped back, your hand on her hips, “Good to see you too babe, any reason for the greeting?”

“You’re dead.” If Mick wasn’t used to Sara’s glares, the intensity of the one he was currently receiving would’ve melted him easily.

You laughed and walked towards the table, “That’s not possible. What’s really going on here? When are we?”

“May 7, 1668. We landed the day before your murder” Gideon responded before anyone else could

You froze, there were no coincidences, especially not with that date. “You look like you just experienced it.” Nate’s voice was worried as he walked towards to see if you were okay.

You responded, robotically, “I’m at my most vulnerable tomorrow.” You shrugged. “Seems like the perfect time to try and kill me.” You turned to Sara, an emotionless mask on both your faces. “What’s the plan captain?”

“It depends on where you are right not. We can’t risk breaking time while trying to save you.”

“We docked the night before so that’s where I’ll be now. It happens on my ship so you’ll have to find a way onto it.”

“We’re going to need you to replace yourself, if you’re at your most vulnerable then we need you to know when it’s coming but we have to be careful about it.”

“I’ll be able to get all of you on board with no questions. I’ll go get dressed and we can figure out how to replace me.” You left the others and headed for the fabrication room, steeling yourself to get through the memory you had forced yourself to forget.

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You walked out of the Waverider dressed head to toe in your old pirate uniform. You had even teared a hole in your tail coat to match the one you had accidentally made with your cutlass. Your stride was different as you made your way towards the team, your old personality quickly coming back like stepping into an old pair of shoes that still fit. You smirked as Sara whistled, a familiar look on her face. You bowed, “What do you think? Like the old me?”

Instead of answering she strutted towards you and kissed you before whispering, “I love all of you.” You reached up and stroked her cheek, almost sure this was the last she’d let you be this close to her. She nodded, letting you know it was okay for you to take the lead without you having to ask.

You turned to the rest of the group, becoming the captain you once were so long ago. “The tavern I slept at is close to the docks. I’ll lead ya there then disappear. I should be wakin’ up soon to get food and booze, you can grab me then and let me know when I’m not around so I can take my own place.”

Everyone nodded in understanding except Mick who walked up to you to make sure he heard you right, “Tavern?”

You laughed and started walking, the others following without another word. “It’s like a bar and inn, that doesn’t mean you can drink.” Mick grumbled and fell back to walk with the rest.

As you walked into town, the local merchants began to avert their eyes, shuffling to get out of your way. Though you could still see their confused gazes towards your team. You lifted your eyebrow at them, the simple gesture causing them to turn away and return to their duties. Sara saddled up next to you, “Seems like you have a lot of authority here.”

You smiled, “We docked here the most, the locals know me.” The accent you had lost with the turn of the century was coming back, the tone settling onto your tongue easily.

“Where’d that accent come from?” Sara smirked, the way she always did when she found a new part of your past.

You responded with a smirk of your own, “Jus like ridin’ a bike sweet thing, nuthin special.” You had moved closer to her, used to the way the two of you flirted but before you could kiss her, you noticed the shocked face of the rum merchant. Your eyes widened slightly as you realized your mistake and immediately you straightened up, nodding to the merchant as you walked past. Sara was confused but she tailed back to walk witht he rest nonetheless, probably assuming you didn’t want to lose your reputation as a captain. You shook your head and kept walking. Sooner than you would’ve liked, you made it to the tavern. You ushered everyone in to the alley close by, “I’ll be coming out soon. After you knock me out you should be able to quickly head back to the Waverider and if anyone asks just say I had too much to drink.”

“How do we get your attention in the first place?” Jax asked.

You grimaced slightly, “You’re not going to like it.” You explained the plan before going around the corner, making sure that there was no way you could see yourself.

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Captain Y/N was leaving the tavern when she heard a commotion coming from the alley nearby. Turning around she saw a young slave being beaten and the anger she felt was too strong to just stand and watch. She walked over to the scene and harshly grabbed the sailor by the shoulder, effectively gaining his attention. His eyes widened and he dropped the young man in favor of raising his arms in surrender. “Y/N, listen-” She ignored how he knew her name and instead punched him with full force, his body falling as she let go. She shook her hand casually and moved to help the young man up. When he stood, she was confused to see that he was perfectly fine, not an injury in sight.

“Yuh have some tuff skin there son, that ass was’t holdin back.” The young man shrugged as she shook his hand, ready to invite him onto her ship.

“Yea, about that-” Before he could continue his statement, a blunt force hit the Captain on the head and she fell into Ray’s arms as he apologized profusely. Mick threw your unconscious body over his shoulder, rolling his eyes at Ray as he did. Sara grabbed your cutlass before Mick walked towards the Waverider.

When they were far enough away, Sara called for you to come out. You laughed as you passed by Ray, “Y’know I didn’t feel that, right?”

He shrugged guiltily, “I know, I just feel bad having to hit any version of you.”

You patted his arm and thanked him before making your way to Nate. You grimaced when you saw him rubbing his jaw, “Sorry about that.”

He exhaled sharply, his cheek and jaw extremely red, “You weren’t kidding when you said you defended the little guy, damn Y/N.”

You chuckled and helped him up, the exact movements as past you had done. Martin stared at you wide eyed,” I must say, it’s quite surreal to see your past self.”

You chuckled, “I can imagine.” You took your cutlass that Sara handed to you, you traced the engraved initials at the base and sheathed it. “I’ll make my way to the markets and return shortly. Remain here, I’ll retrieve you soon.” You fixed your hat and stepped out of the alley, ignoring the voice in the back of your head reminding you what the next day entitled.

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You walked into the tavern like you owned it; your boots clicking as you made your way across the floor, your hips cocked just slightly. You sat at the bar and waited with your legs crossed and the sacks of ‘groceries’ at your feet. You waved at the barkeep and a glass of whiskey set itself in front of you. A hand came from next to you and took your drink, your heart dropped as you watched her drink the shot and wipe her mouth. She winked at you and settled quickly on your lap. “Drinkin already, darlin?” You couldn’t find it in yourself to respond, stuck just looking at her. She was just as beautiful as you remembered and the memories swarmed your thoughts the more you stared at her. You could remember the nights she dragged you off the ship and how the two of you stumbled into whatever tavern would accept you, throwing the coins at the keep and rushing towards your room. The mornings where all you wanted to do was lay next to her, trace the contours of her skin and memorize the feeling of her against you. The feeling of knowing she had your back whether it be in a fight or in everyday life, her smile after battling half an army on her own. You wanted to pick her up, run up the stairs, and lock the two of you into the room until the world forgot you existed. Her eyes turned concerned the longer you didn’t answer, “Darling?” You shook your head, the fantasy of keeping her falling out of your grip as you did.

You squeezed her hip in reassurance smiled grimly, “Sorry love, I lost my mind for a time.” She held your face and looked deeper into your eyes, always the one to make sure you were okay. You scrunched your nose at her inspecting, smiling at the resulting giggle that came from it. She jumped off your lap and picked up half of the bags on the floor.

“We have a crew to attend to,” She strutted away, only stopping at the door to ask you whether or not you were coming. You finished your drink and grabbed the rest of the bags, following her out. She grabbed your hand, not ashamed as the two of you walked back to the ship. You passed the alley and dropped her hand as if it burned you. She stopped immediately and looked towards you worried and shocked. “What? Why ya actin like I gotta plague?”

You reached up to rub her arms. “Apologies love but I have a surprise for ya.”

She had an skeptical expression on her face but she relaxed nonetheless. “Well, go on.”

You kissed her on the cheek and winked before you turned to walk into the alley. You ignored the shocked faces from those who had seen your interaction. You gestured for them to follow you, whispering “Showtime” as you did. You watched her face as you walked out, she was always so excited for new crew members. She acted as if they were your children and you were adding more members to your family which, in a way, you were. She jumped up excitedly at the sight of your team behind you, dropping her bags as she did.

When all of you were out of the alley, she ran towards you and, before you could stop her, grabbed your face and kissed you to show how happy she was. You stood in shock, the years of kisses coming back to you with the one. She pulled back, a beaming smile on her face, “You are remarkable.”

You smirked, composing yourself. “Now where didja hear a word like that?”

She shrugged nonchalantly, “I got surprises.” She turned to the group, her smile still in replace as if she didn’t see the glare she was receiving from Sara and the worried glances from everyone else. “Welcome to the family. Name’s Lydia.”

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You ended up carrying all the bags, Lydia was too excited to learn everything about your new crew mates to bother picking them back up. They all spun their own story to make sure it made sense; Jax and Amaya were runaway slaves, Nate was a queer sailor who was kicked off his ship, Sara was a wench who had fought back too many times, and Ray had just shrugged and said he wanted an adventure. “What about you?” Sara’s voice bit through the air a bit more harshly than she probably wanted, the sound causing you to wince. “What’s your story?”

Lydia ignored Sara’s tone and jumped into the story of how the two of you met. “I was on a ship that Y/N was attackin. The asses in charge would rather me drown than be in her hands.” She looked at you like you hung the moon and you never knew you missed the look until it was right in front of you. “Her crew fought for the ship and she jumped into the water to get me.” You smiled at her as she kissed your cheek. She happily turned around to keep talking to the group, “She saved me and I stayed onboard to repay my dues. Bein in love kinda jus snuck up on us.”

Sara smiled sarcastically, “How sweet.”

You avoided eye contact with the team for the rest of the walk to your ship. When you arrived, Lydia grabbed your bags to let you walk up the ramp with authority. You walked onto your ship and felt at home, you didn’t have to try and remember anymore. You clapped your hands together in excitement and stomped on the deck to get the crew’s attention. As they made their way from their sleeping quarters, they naturally made their way into a line in front of you. You spread out your arms as a gesture to your team behind you, Lydia hugged you from behind. “Meetcha new crew mates. Be quick to the markets.”

“Where’dja find them?” It was strange to see them all again. Not just Lydia. To hear the voices of the people you spent almost a decade with, the ones you trusted more than anything. And to smell them.

“The gutters, same as all as you.” They chuckled to themselves, making their way to where they had to be. “Bathe while you’re at it.” You yelled after those that went to the docks, smiling when they couldn’t see you.

“You’re happy.” Sara said it accusingly, as if you were betraying her and the team. You were at a loss as to what to do.

“No happier than I am with all of you.” You tried to stroke her arm but she stepped away.

“I don’t think I believe that.” She walked away to join the rest of your team before you could answer and you were left with just Lydia.

She kissed your cheek, hanging over your back, “I think the little missy has the hots for you.”

You sighed as you watched Sara talk strategy with the team. “I think you’re right.”

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