Imagine Chris getting the first flight back to you.
A/N: Part 4! Ughhh, so much angst. Damn you, brain. Whhhhyyyyy? On a brighter note, how cute was Seb and Ava trying to save the day? (Talk about best friends for life.) You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3)
The line cut off and the dial tone droned; Chris stood there stunned with the phone still pressed to his ear. What had just happened? How did things go so wrong, so fast? His hand dropped to his side in defeat as his thumb ended the call on his end. He looked around his vicinity; he watched the strangers on the street, looking for someone- a sign, something- anything to tell him he was dreaming, that you didn’t just break up with him. You didn’t break up with him, you couldn’t have. The two of you had a life to live out together- there was a plan to follow, a destiny to fulfill…This was never part of that plan, he wasn’t meant to lose you. What had he done? Why did he call? Why did he say what he didn’t mean? There were a million questions that he wanted an answer to, but the most prominent one, begging for an immediate answer was “can I get her back?”
“Taxi!” Chris called as he held out an arm. He knew what would happen if he left without saying a word; he knew if he didn’t get back before he was due to film his next scene- Kevin, the Russo brothers, and his cast would have a fit; he knew all that, but he also knew none of it mattered if you were no longer a part of his life. “Hey, taxi!” He yelled again, catching the attention of a passing cabbie who sensed his urgency and pulled up in front of him.
“Chris!” Sebastian caught Chris getting into a cab as he came out of the bar the rest of the cast and crew were in. “Chris!” He called and jogged a few steps, trying to stop the cab that was pulling away from the curb. “Chris, wait!” He yelled and waved into the rear view mirror, but the cab was already on its way to the airport. “Where the hell are you going, man? You’ve still got my phone.” He mumbled to himself, pulling Chris’ phone out of his pocket to see that Chris had texted before he could call. “Y/N broke up with me,” he read under his breath then gasped, “what? I need to go sort things out, I’ll get your phone back to you later,” he continued then sighed. “I don’t care about my phone, just fix your relationship before it’s too late.” He wanted to text that back, but he didn’t knowing Chris was going through enough. He slipped Chris’ phone back into his pocket and returned to the bar to explain his best friend’s situation to the executive producer.
Chris found himself looking at your number, his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew if he called you now- even without his number- you’d just ignore his call; you were going to ignore all calls. He needed to see you in person, he needed to deal with this whole situation in person. He turned off Sebastian’s phone to rid himself of the temptation and just focused on what he was going to say to you when he got back to Los Angeles.
Sebastian’s pocket started buzzing before he could re-enter the bar, he narrowed his eyes as he pulled out Chris’ phone; ‘Ava’ popped up on the screen. Now he knew who Ava was because both you and Chris had told him a few times about your best friend and how she was a huge fan, but this wasn’t his phone. He stared at it for a little while more, then decided to answer hoping he could join forces with your best friend to help bring the two of you back together.
“Chris, oh my God!” Ava started rambling the second Sebastian picked up. “What the fuck just happened?” She asked and he wished he knew. “Y/N just left for work, but I’m pretty sure she’s crying in the stairwell- Are you okay?” He tried to talk, but she continued before he could. “Of course you’re not, she’s not either. I hope you do know you’re not actually broken up, so don’t go hook up with a stranger to spite her because that will actually end the relationship. Are you even there? Can you please say-”
“Not Chris,” Sebastian cut Ava off and her breath hitched in her throat because she recognized his voice. “He borrowed my phone and left his with me. He’s headed for the airport now to go back to LA to talk to Y/N, so I think we can relax.” Ava didn’t know what to say, she was still a little starstruck by Sebastian. Unlike you, this was the first time she’d spoken to a celebrity other than Chris; it made things more difficult because she had a bit of a crush on Sebastian. “Are you still there? Can you please say something?”
“Um- sorry, I’m here.” Ava cleared her throat, strengthening her shaky voice. “He’s on his way back?” She quizzed then smiled when she heard Sebastian noise confirmation. “Oh, thank God. I was freaking out, it’d be such a waste if they didn’t live happily ever after. I’ve never seen two people so happy together, their love is a love worth fighting for.”
“It is,” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “Which is why you’re going to have to keep an eye on Y/N until Chris gets there, make sure she doesn’t do anything she’ll regret. I know she’s not the type, but she’ll definitely attract guys who think she’s a damsel in distress. We don’t want any more misunderstandings and unnecessary complications, things are already messy enough.”
“I keep telling them to talk, but they don’t listen.” Ava sighed. “They always wait until the last minute when things are messy to sort it out. Do you even know how they got together? It was like a freaking movie, had me on the edge of my seat and wanting to rip all my hair out.” Sebastian laughed and Ava smiled, “anyway, it was really nice talking to you. I’m such a huge fan, I’m definitely going to scream into a pillow when I hang up.”
“It was nice talking to you too, Ava,” Sebastian smiled. “You take care of those crazy kids and I’m sure we’ll get to meet at their wedding.” Ava chuckled. “I should go, I gotta go do my job as Cap’s right hand man and save his ass.” Ava laughed then covered her mouth when she realized she was laughing too loudly. “He’s lucky Kevin’s rooting for him and Y/N, otherwise he’s going to be in a lot of trouble.”
“You’re a good friend.”
“So are you,” Sebastian replied then hung up, leaving Ava to do exactly as she’d told him; she screamed into a pillow. She looked up, laughing when she realized she’d scared Dodger. First, her best friend befriends then dates Chris Evans; second, Chris Evans’ adorable dog comes and lives with the two of you; now, she’d spoken to Sebastian Stan. If things weren’t so complicated between said best friend and Chris Evans, she’d be a lot happier.
The door opened and she turned, frowning when she saw you walk in. It’d only been half an hour since you left, so you must’ve changed your mind about going to work. You didn’t even throw a glance her and Dodger’s way as you walked to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You’d texted Jack telling him you couldn’t make it, and was going to get a cab down to LAX to get a last minute flight out to Atlanta. You couldn’t just let Chris go like that, you needed to apologize and fix things before it was too late. All of it happened because of you, he didn’t do anything wrong; you were the one at fault. You had money, enough for a flight to Atlanta because that was what you’d been saving for with all your extra shifts. The original plan, however, was for you to fly down for to surprise Chris for his birthday- not this.
You stripped yourself from your work clothes and changed into your best red dress- the one you’d worn on your very first date with him. You wiped your tears, applied on some makeup, then fixed your hair. By the time you were done, you didn’t look like a girl who’d just spent half an hour crying in the stairwell. You slipped on your black heels and your trench coat, then stuffed your passport, wallet, and phone into a clutch before you walked back out.
“Whoa,” Ava breathed when she saw you; she was definitely worried about where you were going looking like that. “Um- what are you doing?” She asked, but you ignored her. “Y/N?” She followed you as you made your way to the front door. “Why are you so dressed up? Y/N-” she grabbed your elbow before you could leave and you stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going out, Ava,” you told her in a vague tone. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just- in a few days,” you mumbled under your breath and Ava grew incredibly concerned. “Relax,” you told her and she frowned, wondering just how she was meant to do that. “Take care of Dodger until I get back? There are some things I need to sort out before I know where he’s going to stay.”
“He’s not going anywhere because you and Chris-”
“I’ll talk to you later,” you pulled your elbow out of her grip then left before she could say anything else. You knew she would run after you so you rushed down the flight of stairs, hoping she would chase if she couldn’t see you. And she didn’t chase, but she did call after you; she didn’t know if you could hear her, but she had to try.
Second in a trio of lesbian fairy tales for Abby. Inspired by this post for @blimeyhermione. Sorry it took so long, doll. See the other two here and here.
Ava Monroe was not a particularly outgoing girl. She was a notorious homebody, with a deep love of books and cuddling. She had always wanted to be a famous writer. It was the one extroverted wish in her tremendously introverted heart. To be adored for her words and the creation of worlds.
She was a good writer, with a flair for the romantic, but exposure was hard to come by when you feared rejection more than solitude; when you created more colorful lands in your imagination than existed in the real world. So Ava started wishing. She wished every night for a publisher to take a chance on her—on one book. That’s all she would need, she was sure of it. And so, she waited, she wrote, she submitted, and she wished. And, unlike our mundane reality where that might not be enough, something magical happened—with just a little nudge.
Ava was home after work, sitting with her tea in her hands and her feet tucked underneath her on the couch. She heard a knock at her door. She looked at it for a moment, and then went back to watching the movie. She wasn’t home for whoever was there. She hadn’t ordered food, and no one was supposed to come over, anyway. The knock came again. Ava rolled her eyes and increased the volume. And then, the air crackled with energy and a flash of lightning came from under her door. Ava yelped in shock.
“Mortal, if I must knock a third time, you will not like what happens to the door. Open it,” came a clear, lightly accented voice. Ava shivered. She steeled herself and stood. She padded quietly to the door and opened it the tiniest crack, to see who it was.
on storm-witched whirl in which cassandra de rolo, killed and resurrected for the undying king more times than she can count, looks at delilah and thinks that perhaps the world could do with a little more breaking to match her soul || the vampire!cass + briarwoods au that nobody asked for but that percy has gotten the equivalent of many times over, so why not
isseriga’s hope mandragora scream if only i were to bring you back ; viola ava inferi breathe in me ; cellar darling anna murphy my love for you is bigger ; come with us sophie ellis-bextor longing to run, longing to come with us ;
resurrection mary theatres des vampires run, before the light will get you ;
little red relish xandria my skin suits me best ; putting holes in happiness marilyn manson my death sentence is now a story ; in love with the darkness xandria and the darkness loves me too ; carmilla theatres des vampires no more whispers, no more sorrow, no more pain ; avalanche cellar darling take my hand and hear me call
Summary - Rick’s daughter, Ava Grimes, disappeared after the group fled the prison. Believing she was dead, they grieved and moved on, little did they know that she had found a group and overthrew their old leader. So, what happens when Daryl manages to escape from The Sanctuary and stumbles across Ava’s right hand woman?
Warnings - swearing, angst, mentions violence and gore.
Sometimes it couldn’t be helped, the flashbacks, the constant memories flooding back into my mind, memories of them and the things I’d done since that moment I’d left the prison behind, a distant memory now.
I remember it all, the day the prison got overrun and everyone went their separate ways, some were lucky enough to get a partner but I got left on my own, I don’t think they realised that until they got to safety, if they did anyway. They probably think I’m dead since it’s been so long, they probably wouldn’t recognise me.
A new community found me, one much bigger and organised than anything you would ever expect to see in the apocalypse, I was accepted right away and worked up the ranks faster than anyone ever had. Then the leader turned out to be a rapist, someone cold and violent, I put up with him for awhile but when he raped Nara, that was it for me, he was on his knees begging for his life, and that’s when his brains scattered across the dirt and his body was set alight. All memory of him vanishing in that one moment.
My desk is full of papers but I pay them no attention as I lean back in my chair and let my mind wander to them, my family, my father, Rick, my little brother, Carl, and my little sister, Judith. I wonder if they survived, and if they did, where they would be by now. Were they alone, or were they still with the group? My runners had studied their faces for weeks from the pictures I had, just in case they came across one of them on their runs. My heart slams in my chest when I think of Glenn, Maggie, and all the others that may be with them.
My thought process is interrupted when my right hand woman, Nara, bursts through the doors with a look on her face I’ve never seen before, she’s breathless and trying to tell me something, pointing downstairs. My feet fall from the edge of my desk to the floor as I stand up and follow my most trusted friend down the stairs of my house in the community. When I reach the bottom I frown slightly as I stare at the back of a man a couple inches taller than myself, he has shaggy brown hair which is matted in places, he wears grey joggers with an orange A printed on the back of his sweater, signifying where exactly he came from.
“Can I help you?” The man tenses at my voice but soon relaxes, my hand grabs the wooden railing as he slowly turns around to face me, his face is bloody and battered, and he looks as if he hasn’t showered in weeks, blood seeps through the shoulder of his sweater, like an old wound has reopened, pain is written across his face. That’s when I look closer, the facial hair, the eyes, they scream out to me and I gasp before covering my mouth with my hand, taking another step down towards him, “Daryl?”
I can see the emotion in his eyes as he stares at me, “Ava,” he breathes before closing the space between us and pulls me into a crushing embrace, one of his bloody hands strokes my long dark waves as I inhale his scent, “You’re alive,” he states with a rasp, choking back sobs.
We pull apart and I nod, “Where are they?”
Daryl smirks, “Alexandria, I’ve heard you know of it?”
A sigh of relief leaves my lips, “Yes, it’s under my protection, is everyone there? Dad, Carl, and Judith? Glenn and Maggie?” Daryl visibly tenses at the mention of Glenn’s name, making my stomach drop, “What happened to Glenn? Does it have something to do with why you’re wearing Negan’s prison uniform?”
“You know him?”
I nod, “He’s scared shitless of me and this place, he visits once a month to try and keep the peace between our communities, wants to merge them, be a power couple or something,” I pause, “He always leaves disappointed,” I study Daryl’s face, “He killed Glenn didn’t he? With that stupid bat, didn’t he?”
Daryl nods in response and cowers slightly, I look to Nara who doesn’t need instruction before she leaves my house to gather my people, “What’s going on, why are people moving so quickly?”
With a smile I lead him up to the bathroom and grab some fresh clothes for him, “You better take a shower and get some rest, because tomorrow, tomorrow we’re going to Alexandria and Negan will realise that he’s fucked with the wrong girl, I’m not the same Ava you once knew D, and I’m going to apologise in advance for that.”
I step back and close the door behind me, with only one name in my head.
Hello my loves!
So this is part one of my Broken Strings series, it’s only a intro so be prepared for violence, tonnes of swearing, tonnes of smut, and an adorable family reunion. It’ll be nice to see Negan scared for once, especially at the hands of a dominant female character.
In the meantime, if you have an queries or requests then just give me a shout, I’m happy to do anything for you guys.
AN: Because I’ve been needing to write some Ava’s Demon fanfiction, and Flaming Arrow is cute.
“You’re about our size,” Raven smiled, “so I’ll lend you a pair of my pajamas—”
“—And you can have one of my old outfits,” Crow finished.
Ava accepted both sets of clothes gratefully. Her own dress was falling apart, she only managed to stay decent with the help of Odin’s jacket.
“The bathroom’s through here.” Crow hit a button on the wall, opening the door to a comfortably small shower and toilet. “The water processors work, everyone is allowed one shower a day. We usually soak in the hot springs, but you’re probably pretty tired.”
Hot springs? Real hot springs sounded fascinating, but Ava agreed that she was exhausted. Peeking into the bathroom, she managed a soft, “Thank you both…”
“Oh!” Raven suddenly piped up in realization. “We still need to get you a toothbrush, razors and soap!”
Ava blinked at this, having noticed the very things Raven had mentioned were already in the shower with some gratitude and curiosity. “Um…”
“We’ll bring a toothbrush later,” Crow sighed, “but you’ll have to use Odin’s shampoo and razor for now.”
“Odin?” Ava blinked at the older Arrow’s name. “Was this his room before?”
The twins stopped, their purple eyes glancing from Ava, to each other, and back again. Together, they answered, “This is Odin’s room right now.”
That sent the redhead’s heart—wherever it was now—racing like a rabbit’s. Her face glowed warm with confusion and embarrassment. “Wait, why-why am I staying in Odin’s room?”
“Because he brought you here,” Crow answered.
Raven nodded, “You’re his responsibility.”
Ava felt her face grow hotter, and not just from embarrassment. The suggestion of being anybody’s responsibility, as if she were a child—or worse, a pet—was infuriating. It must have shown, because the twins started to look nervous.
“Didn’t Odin explain it to you?” Raven asked meekly.
“No, he didn’t,” Ava sighed, trying to cool down. “Why don’t you explain it to me now?”
“It’s how we do things with newcomers,” Crow told her, trying not to sound hasty with the explanation. “Though, really, everyone rooms together. There’s only so much space between everyone here, and we use every inch of it to conserve what can before we before we decide to set up a new hovel.”
The sudden understanding that there was only a small table in one corner, a desk in the other, and a queen-sized bed against the middle of one wall suddenly served to flare Ava up more.
“Right! So! Just holler if you need anything, Ava!” The sisters hurried out before the fiery teen could stop them.
Alone, Ava stared at the only bed in the room. Curious. Accusing. Terrified.
After he was given a stern lecture by Olai and the others, Odin was looking forward to a well-deserved sleep. He was ready to forgo dinner with the siren song of his pillows and blankets beckoning him back to the sanctuary that was his room.
Needless to say, he wasn’t expecting to find a particular redhead sitting at his desk at the far end of the room, clutching one of his pillows to her front, glaring at him like an angry lava rabbit.
“Um…hi?” Odin blinked. “What-what are y-you do-doing here?”
“You tell me,” Ava growled. She looked refreshed from a recent shower—her hair still damp, dressed in Raven’s old night clothes—and less than pleased. “Apparently, I’m your responsibility.”
Odin was confused at first. Then he remembered and hid his face in one hand with a loud groan. He had expected Ava to stay with Gil and Maggie in one of the older units, but he could guess that Raven and Crow had intercepted and brought the redhead to his room instead.
“Dammit, I d-didn’t…!” Sighing, his violet eyes reluctantly met Ava’s red. “S-sorry, the girls j-just…misunderstood.”
“What, exactly?” Ava pried darkly.
Odin rubbed the back of his neck nervously, glancing back out his open door in the hopes that someone else might come and explain things for him. Neither of them were going to enjoy this particular conversation.
“O-okay, s-so. There are o-only a few families h-here, m-mostly all re-related by now,” he told her, moving to stand near his small dining table. “Usually, when s-s-singles bring someone b-back, it’s to…” Odin trailed off with a nervous cough. “N-newcomers are…u-usually the…n-new husbands o-or wives of-of the s-singles who brought th-them here. S-so the rules ha-have them room t-together…”
Ava had no spoken or moved throughout Odin’s explanation. But her grip was slowly burning the pillow, showing his words had done the opposite of soothe the girl’s feelings.
“I’m not your wife,” Ava finally said through clenched teeth. Sharp, clenched teeth.
“No, you’re not,” Odin sighed.
“Which is stupid,” Crow piped up from the doorway. “You’re way better than his first pic—”
“Crow! D-Don’t eavesdrop!” Odin jumped up.
Crow shoved a small tray of food into his stomach. “First, I was bringing Ava some dinner. Second, close the damn door if you don’t want people to hear your conversations. Third—”
Odin took the tray, shutting and locking the door in his sister’s face before she could carry it any further. Setting the food down on his table, he once again looked back at the redhead with some amount of reluctance, unsure of just how he could go about easing her discomfort. He was surprised to find her fiery complexion had dimmed somewhat, her grip relaxing and leaving the lightly singed pillow in her lap.
“So…” She finally spoke, soft and oddly sad. “So, originally, Maggie was supposed to room with you…”
It wasn’t a question. Odin flinched only slightly, but his insides made a horribly unpleasant lurch at the observation he couldn’t bring himself to answer.
Accepting his silence, Ava stood up and dropped her pillow to the floor before kneeling down. She settled herself with her back to Odin and the bed.
Blinking, he asked, “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Going to sleep, I’m tired,” she answered flatly, refusing to meet his eyes.
“Y-you can take the bed,” he told her as he moved the food tray more securely on the table. It was fine the way it was, he just wanted some sort of diversion, no matter how brief or weak. “I’ll s-sleep on th-the floor.”
“This is fine,” the redhead sighed.
Seeing she was set on this, Odin took the remaining pillow before pulling off the top blanket. Once it was freed from the mattress, he tossed it away to land on Ava. She sat up immediately, flailing somewhat to escape the blanket’s clutches. She got her head free just in time to see the lights go out and Odin drop down to the floor on the other side of the bed.
“Why aren’t you sleeping on the bed?” Ava asked, peering over the mattress, just barely catching sight of the older boy’s shoulder in the dark.
“Wh-what kind of l-loser sleeps in a b-bed, when th-there’s a girl sl-sleeping on the fl-floor?” Odin waved. “Good night.”
Ava stared through the shadows at him while longer. Odin’s breathing slowed as he relaxed, though she doubted he was asleep that fast. But after a while, she laid back down on the pillow and bundled up in the blanket, deciding to try and sleep.
The blanket, like his jacket, smelled like smoke, pine trees and whatever it was he smoked. It was a nice, soothing smell, but she found she couldn’t relax. It was impossible, knowing there was someone else in the room. What’s more, a boy, whom she was supposed to share this room with until further notice. She could just imagine what Maggie would say, how Gil would look at her. Neither would be very nice.
But as uncomfortable as the situation was, she was just too tired to fight sleep the whole night. Eventually, though it was a long time, Ava drifted off.
Couldn’t feel anything. Not even the cold.
There were pieces of the girl at her feet.
She didn’t want to look up. Didn’t want to see.
But she knew, she knew her own face was falling right off her bones.
She saw what little of herself existed fall to the floor.
Ava pulled her voice from that faraway place it had been stolen to and screamed. She screamed until her ears hurt. Suddenly, it wasn’t dark anymore. Her eyes hurt at the abrupt change, and her voice gradually died as she woke up a second time. She heard someone calling her name. She felt someone’s hands on her shoulders.
She was shaken once more as her vision started to clear. The dark blur in front of her took shape of the dark boy and his bedroom. Unfamiliar, but very much alive. TITAN HQ had been cold and sterile. The container-machine she had been trapped inside was even more so. But this place was alive, safe.
Ava hastily felt her face for the incisions that rendered flesh and bone from nerve, and was relieved when she could feel her skin, smooth and whole. But the sudden realization of hot tears trailing down her cheeks woke her up the rest of the way.
Odin still held her arms in an almost painful grip, concern and something like terror written across his sharp features. Ava then noted the orangey-red glow to his otherwise pale skin, and looked at her hands to find she was glowing again. But more than just glowing, she realized that the blanket she held in a near-death grip was actually burning ferociously.
“Ah!” She hastily let go of the heavy fabric, shaking her hands out of instinctive panic upon releasing the small blaze. No wonder Odin woke up. Her screaming aside, she was surprised she hadn’t set off a fire alarm.
Seeing that she was herself again, Odin hurried to the table to grab the glass of whatever Crow had brought with Ava’s dinner earlier and threw it on the fire. An oddly wretched hiss marked the death of the flames and the room was filled with smoke. Coughing, he then opened his windows to allow the vapors to escape and pleasant night breeze to enter.
“Wh-what was that?” Odin turned to look back her, his panic still fresh as he tried to catch his breath.
Ava had always had the occasional night terror, thanks to Wrathia. Back at school, she had been given her own room at the dormitory because, after a while, no one could stand rooming with her and her inconstant fits. Because of her Pact with Wrathia, Ava had assumed she couldn’t have nightmares anymore, since the two could meet while she was asleep. But there was brand new fuel to throw on the fire of her screwed up psyche now. And she was certain Odin wouldn’t want anything more to do with her after this lovely mess.
Swallowing, choking, hiccupping, Ava used the sleeve of her borrowed pajamas to try and dry her face. But her tears wouldn’t stop. Hot, salty water just kept flowing. Certain she was annoying Odin with her antics, as well as her failure to answer, she took a hard breath.
“S-s-sor-s-sorry!” She finally managed to throw out amidst her trembling and choking. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I’ll be quiet now! I’m sorry!”
Ava started to roll over to hide under her soaked, burnt blanket, hoping that they could just turn the lights off and go back to sleep. But Odin caught her hand as she grabbed the covers and pulled her back. She braced herself for the blow or shouting that usually followed one of her normal nightmares, knowing that this was going to be worse.
So there was only incredible astonishment when Odin sat her down on the bed beside him and set a bottle of water from his personal stash in her hands. While the plastic container wasn’t ice-cold, the cooler feel of it in her trembling fingers was enough to shock her into relative stillness. With tearful eyes, she just stared at it for a long while, before slowly turning to look up at Odin.
The older, dark-haired boy looked less frantic than before. Sitting beside her, while still somewhat uncertain, he was the picture of patience. He didn’t poke or prod. He just sat there. Waiting.
Before, all of her previous dorm-mates had gotten mad at her for waking them up, thrown things or yelled at her. This was the first time anyone had allowed her the space and consideration to collect herself. That was enough to send her crying again. While not as hysterically as before, she felt some ball of messed up feelings unwind at his silence and concern.
“It-it was…supposed to be me!” She sobbed. “It was going to be me! But because she was in there, I was saved! I can’t die but-but she—There were pieces of her everywhere! There was nothing left! And then—then—”
Odin didn’t ask what she meant. He didn’t really have to. He didn’t really want to.
“I didn’t even know her name…!” She hid her face against the bottle in her hands as she struggled to stop her crying. “I’m sorry…! I’m sorry…! I just…!” She sobbed harder than she thought possible. “My head is a mess! I feel like I’m still inside that thing! I’m pieces on the floor! I don’t—”
Ava was stunned when she felt Odin put his arm around her shoulder and lightly pull her closer. Her tear-soaked face met his shirt, and she knew it must have hurt him just a little to touch her at all, but her held her gently. The touch of another person was so alien to her, she wanted to pull away. But she couldn’t help leaning closer, seeking comfort in his arms. But not even Odin’s warmth combined with the fire in her own veins could chase away the chill that kept her trembling.
Odin didn’t have any answers than she did. All he could do was sit beside her as she let loose her fear and utter despair.
And that’s what he did. Until her choking sobs died down to whimpers and hiccups. Until her grip on his shirt loosed slightly as she gathered herself. Until they both drifted off into a blessedly dreamless sleep.
The next morning, the twins went to wake Odin and Ava. The door was locked, but Raven had brought her copy of Odin’s key card. Opening the door just a little, they peeked their heads inside and peered around the room.
They shouldn’t have been surprised to find their brother and his fiery companion in the same place. After all, there was only one bed in the room.
After patiently waiting, Books 1 and 2 of Ava’s Demon by Michelle Czajkowski as well as some gorgeous cards have finally arrived! The books are a lot bigger than what I expected, but they’re really amazing and well put together! I’m excited to re-read it again in book form!
Ava and Cheyenne were laughing about something stupid, curled up on the sofa. Stomach clenching, couldn’t breathe, no holding it back, Ava was giggling when she caught the look on Cheyenne’s face.
“What?” She Said
“I - nothing. It’s stupid.”
“Well, now you have to tell me.”
“You just make me really happy, you know?”
And suddenly Ava couldn’t breathe again for an entirely different reason. That lead to an intense make out session between the two as they expressed their new found love for each other.
(The Chris Evans Mini Series Spin-off - One Shots)
Imagine you and Chris helping your two best friends fall in-love.
A/N: Here’s a little bonus piece for all those who are shipping Seb and Ava. I am too, so this piece is 😍 It was so much fun to write, I am so glad I did it. But yes, after this I’ll be taking a short break to get Chapter 4 ready. I might get a few one shots in, but I am not making any promises as the series will be my main focus. Anyway, I love you all. #SebAva2k17, am I right? ❤️(You know I love you, @chrisevans-imagines) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C/5D/Epilogue’)
Ava and Sebastian watched you and Chris at the dinner table, smiling at how sickly sweet the two of you were being. You and Chris were so lost in your own world, with the heart eyes and the whispering of sweet nothings into each other’s ears. It made sense; not only were the two of you soul mates, you were both still caught up in the post-engagement glow. It was probably little overwhelming for the single people around you, but the only two that were around at that moment were Ava and Sebastian. They were your best friends after all and they could only feel joy for the both of you, as well as bask in the romantic vibes you were radiating and use it to their advantage.
At least- that was Sebastian’s plan. After months of texting and calling and FaceTiming, he finally met Ava in person. He got to hug her, sit beside her, and talk to her without being miles away. There was no longer a device, or a screen- it was just him and her, and it was everything he’d imagined it’d be. He closed his eyes and could picture doing this- being with her and making it like you and Chris had. He knew that meant something, and so he decided he wasn’t going to leave LA without first taking Ava out on a proper date.
“Do you want some?” Chris asked you, scooping some of his tiramisu onto his spoon and holding it out in front of you. You smiled and ate off his spoon, then you both turned when you heard Ava and Sebastian groan. “What?” Chris asked with a unshakeable smile, taking your hand under the table. You met each other’s gaze, smiles reaching your eyes. “Can’t a man feed his fiancée?”
“She has the exact same dessert right in front of her!” Ava gestured to your plate of uneaten tiramisu, drawing laughter from everyone on the table. “God, I know you’re in-love, but can the two of you be less sickening? There are other people at the table, please remember that before you sweep your fiancée off her feet and take her right then and there.”
“Ha ha ha,” Chris laughed sarcastically.
“You’re only acting like that ‘cause there’s some truth behind it, Chris,” Sebastian egged it on and you threw your napkin across the table at him. He laughed and dodged it, “did you redo your blush, or is that all natural?” He teased you and you scoffed with a smile, pressing your hands against your red hot cheeks.
“Screw you, Seb,” you giggled, leaning into Chris as he wrapped an arm around you. You felt his lips press against your hair and you heard him snicker. “You’re just jealous you don’t have what we have.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at you then shared a cheeky smile with Ava. “You know what,” you began when you suddenly remembered that you were trying to get them together. “If the two of you find us so sickening, we’ll leave you alone.”
Ava’s breath caught in her throat and she widened her eyes at you and Chris, subtly shaking her head. “What, no.” She managed a shaky laugh as she pretended like she wasn’t on the verge of hyperventilating. “We’re just teasing, you don’t have to go anywhere.” She was not ready to be alone with Sebastian Stan in person, she needed you and Chris to buff the situation. “We’re just teasing. Right, Sebastian?”
“I wouldn’t mind finishing the rest of my dessert without having to deal with a sickly sweet couple,” Sebastian answered, subtly beckoning the two of you out with his eyes and his head. You and Chris nodded, biting back your smiles. “And from the look on their faces, they’re just using our mistreatment as an excuse to be alone.”
“Yes we are,” Chris nodded, taking your hand and pulling you to your feet as he got to his. “C'mon, sweetheart. Let’s grab a blanket and have cake under the stars.” He took his plate and you took yours, walking out to the backyard. You both glanced back at Ava and Sebastian as you did, each giving your respective best friend a smug smile. Chris earned a grateful smile from Sebastian, whereas Ava shot you a death stare. You giggled as you turned away. Chris swept a blanket off the back of his couch and you both disappeared out the sliding doors, leaving Ava and Sebastian alone for the first time, but hopefully, not the last.
“So how’ve you been?” Sebastian asked, turning full body to face Ava. She held her breath and nodded with a nervous smile, spooning more of her dessert into her mouth. He could sense her nerves and thought he could calm her with his touch, so he placed a hand over hers. “Ava-” He cut himself off and withdrew when he felt her tense up even more. “Sorry,” he winced with a soft chuckle. “I’m as nervous as you are, does that notion calm you a little?” He quizzed, biting his lower lip like he always did as he watched her with hopeful eyes.
“A little,” she nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Only because I feel like you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” He responded to that with a hand gesture that said “kind of, yeah.” She managed a smile, “I don’t know, this is all very surreal. There are days where I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my best friend is engaged to Chris Evans. I feel like I’m living in one of her stories, y'know? It’s weird, I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or if it’s actually happening.”
“It’s happening,” Sebastian confirmed with a nod. “And I’m glad it is, I’ve never seen Chris so happy before.” His gaze fell behind Ava’s shoulder, and Ava’s gaze followed. “Look at them,” he chuckled. “I feel like I’m watching a romantic comedy, it’s ridiculous how cute they are together.”
“Cue the montage music,” Ava agreed, smiling.
You and Chris were outside on the grass and on a blanket, laughing as you fed each other cake. Chris scoffed when you booped his nose with some of the cream, then pounced and tackled you under him. He nuzzled his creamy nose into your neck, making you shriek with laughter as you tried to push him off you. He stopped nuzzling, but remained on top of you as he dipped his head to kiss your lips. Your arms snaked around his neck and you smiled when he broke the kiss, lifting your head to kiss him again.
“I guess there is a perfect someone for everybody,” Sebastian said as his gaze returned to Ava.
Now Sebastian didn’t know if Ava was perfect for him yet, but it sure did feel that way. They had a lot in common; the same interests, principles, values, and personality traits. On paper, they were perfect for each other. In theory, they could last a lifetime. But love wasn’t something you could figure out scientifically, there were other things to consider like romance, chemistry, and passion. Sebastian and Ava definitely had that, they had a connection that couldn’t be ignored even over the phone. All that was well and good, but neither could really judge how well they would work together until a date happened. A date was always going to be the deciding factor to whether or not two people could work. Would sparks fly when their lips touched? Would his heart flutter when a smile broke out on her face? Would her laughter sound like music to his ears? Would he have her to stand by him through everything? Would he be able to wake up next to her for the rest of his life?
These were all questions that could only be asked when he started dating her, or should one say when he summed up the courage to ask her out. He’d been contemplating for a while now, afraid if he asked too soon he’d seem pushy, or cocky- like he expected her to say yes because she was a fan of his. But then again, if he wanted too long there was the chance of her getting swept off her feet by another man. That feeling was not a fun one to feel, even if it was only for thirteen hours. That was what Chris told him anyway, when he thought he lost you to Sam. He then asked Sebastian to turn to his heart and listen to what it had to say about Ava, and to trust his heart. Chris did with you, from the moment he approached you at the airport to the moment he decided to propose to you. It worked out well for Chris, so why wouldn’t it for him? After all, this was your best friend he was planning to date. There was a reason someone like you called her your best friend; there was a reason Chris was supporting your decision to get them together; and there was a reason Sebastian liked her from the first time he heard you talking about her.
Sebastian’s head cocked slightly as he watched Ava watch you and Chris. He refocused his gaze onto the two of you, smiling when he thought back to what Chris told him: “My mind was convinced I was making a mistake, but my heart? It told me that not taking the chance would be the biggest mistake and it was right. Look at where I am, look at who I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. She is my everything now, Seb, all because I trusted my heart. Do the same with Ava, take a chance.” Sebastian wasn’t going to do what Chris almost did, he wasn’t going to let his mind get in the way of a possible happily ever after. He was going to do what Chris, and his heart told him to do instead, and that was to take a chance.
“Hey, um- Ava?”
“Yeah?” Ava turned to him.
“How would you like to join me for dinner tomorrow night?”
“Like-” Ava swallowed her nerves. “Like-” she cleared her throat when she heard it quiver. “Do you mean like dinner here with Chris and Y/N?” She held her breath when she saw him smile, lowering his gaze and letting his long lashes flutter as he chuckled. “Or do you mean a- a…” She trailed off breathlessly, unable to speak as her dreams were finally coming true.
“A date,” Sebastian finished for her. “Would you like to go on a date with me, Ava?” He asked and felt his heart flutter when a smile broke out on her face. That was one question answered, one feeling checked off his list. “So…” He pressed when she didn’t say anything. “Is that a…” He trailed off, and her smiled widened as she finished for him.
Summary - After finding Daryl, he takes Ava and her people to Alexandria where they have a nasty run in with Negan and the Saviours.
Warnings - swearing, violence, family reunion, girl power, Negan being Negan.
The sun shines bright in the sky, it was early, but not too early. I stood on the balcony to my room, twiddling the charm of my necklace between my fingers as I looked ahead. My people were up at soon as morning cracked through the darkness, preparing the vehicles, making sure the guns and other weapons were loaded and ready to go.
My heart skipped a beat or two when I thought about seeing my family again, a smile crossing onto my lips, “Are you nearly ready?” I hear a voice ask from behind me, my body turns to face Daryl.
“You look a lot better than you did when you got here,” I state calmly, leaning against the door frame, “Do you feel better?”
Daryl gives me a small smile and nods, “Yeah, I feel a lot better now, just happy to be out of that uniform really,” he says gruffly, low whilst he looks at the floor. Instead of the prison outfit, he wore dark jeans and a regular grey shirt, black boots on his feet, “You need to get dressed,” he tells me, “I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready.”
When Daryl leaves my bedroom I sigh, rubbing my hands over my face as I head to my wardrobe, pulling out a pair of light denim shorts, a vest top and leather jacket, throwing them on quickly before pulling on my leather heeled boots and cowgirl hat. A large group of people were waiting in the hall when I made my way down, Nara looked up at me expectantly, her eyes filled with worry, “Load the trucks up, we leave now.”
OKAY IM WRITING AVODIN FANFIC
ALLUSIONS TO SEX
SEMI NAKED PEOPLE
JK ABOUT FRENCH IM NOT SATAN
LEAVE ME SOME COMMENTS IN MY ASK BOX CAUSE THIS IS JUST THE FIRST PART
SIDE NOTE: ODIN’S SPEECH IMPEDIMENT IS GETTING BETTER BECAUSE OF AVA
OK LOVE YOU BYE
Odin walks down the hallway to his girlfriend’s room.
“Firefly?” He calls, “Ava, how is your head doing?”
A groan escapes from the room. “It still really hurts.”
Odin pops open the door and peeks in his head. “Anything I can do to make it be-”
“I miss her,” Ava bites her lip. “Wrathia I mean. She was the worst and best thing to happen to me.”
Sympathy and hurt swirl in his stomach. “What about me?”
Ava smiles. “If it weren’t for Wrathia, I’d A. Be dead because I wouldn’t have been able to follow you into your ship, and B. Because I would have been killed on that statue. So even though you are the best thing to happen to me, if it weren’t for Wrathia, we never would have gotten to know each other. And I’d be dead.”
Odin chuckles. “I don’t know, I still think I’m the best thing to happen to you. I mean, I don’t think Wrathia would tickle you.”
Ava’s eyes flashed. “Don’t you dare.”
Odin snickers. “Who’s gonna st-st-stop me?” His hands dart to her stomach.
“Odin- stop tic-kling me!” She shrieks between laughs. “I swear to god I will fucking kill you!”
“GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP YOU TWO ITS THREE IN THE MORNING,”
Ava sits up. “Shit. SORRY MAGGIE.”
“HEY I’M HERE TOO!”
“SORRY GIL HI GIL”
“BY THE WAY HOW IS YOUR HEAD DOING?”
“IT IS OKAY IM STILL PRETTY LIGHTHEADED”
“GIL FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP”
“NO MAGGIE AVA NEEDS ME I’LL BE RIGHT BACK”
The door opens. Gil’s pale blue eyes peer at Ava.
“Ava how do you feel?”
“Like I said, a little lightheaded. I’m kinda dizzy too.”
“GIL MARVERDE GET YOUR SKINNY BLUE ASS BACK IN HERE, NOW.”
Gil looks at Odin. “Can you go shut her up? I mean I love her to death, but she’s going to wake the entire city.”
Odin sighs and walks across the hall into Maggie’s room.
Maggie traces the imprint Gil’s body had left in the bed and sighs. Their room is bare, save for the picture of Gil, Ava, her and Odin together on the wall. Gil was still recovering from losing a large portion of his life. Now that Titan was gone, Gil had fallen into depression, often expressing how he had wasted a life worshipping a corrupting coward. He had burned all his Titan posters and as he sat there, crying, she comforted him. “You know, I’m quite jealous of you you know,” he had said. “You always have known who you were, and what to believe in.”
She had leaned into his sweet minty scent and said, “I didn’t believe in Ava. When Wrathia was haunting her, I stopped believing she was a good person, and started thinking she was a freak. When I started seeing Tuls, I thought I was one too. I lost sight of everything important to me.”
The door opens.
“Took you long enough. I swear Gil, you can’t have your doctor instincts going 24/7. What are you Batman? Well, Gotham can wait until six at least.” She inhales, waiting for his comforting scent to soothe her again. The scent that hits her instead, while pleasant, smells like smoke and forest. Almost like Tuls had smelt.
“W-w-w-well Ava can’t. She’s ru-ru-running a fever again.” The baritone sound of Odin’s voice drives her to turn around.
“Hey Odin, what’s up?”
Odin stands in his black sweats and shirt. His eyes widen and he covers his eyes. “For g-gods sake Maggie p-p-p-put some c-c-c-c-clothes on! Wait were you and Gil- EWWWWW”
Heat rises in her face. “THAT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.”
Gil looks over to the door. “I wonder what they are yelling about.”
Ava looked at him and grinned. “Well from your lack of clothes, I’d say I know why. I mean you aren’t the kinda person to traipse around naked.
“For the love of- am I naked? I was certain I put on clothes!” He looked down alarmed.
Ava howled with laughter. “Well you are wearing only boxer shor-” her sentence was cut short by a gasp and her doubling over.
“Ava? Ava, where does it hurt?”
Ava points to her head and stomach. She runs to the bathroom with Gil in her heels. She puked the lava(residual side effect of the pact) into the toilet.
Gil holds back her hair and pats her back awkwardly until she finishes.
“Ava, I think I may know what is wrong. Stay here.” He runs back into her room and grabs his bag. He takes the disposable device out of the box and walks back and he tells her what to do. “I know, it sounds weird,” he starts, raising his hand to stop her protests. “But it’s how it works.”
Ava opens her mouth, closes it and nods.
“I’ll leave you to your privacy.”
He runs across the hall to his room.
Odin is sitting awkwardly on the end of the bed while Maggie searches for a shirt.
“Odin? Odin I need you to come with me. Sweetie we’ll be right back.”
Gil pulls Odin into the hall. “I’m running a test on Ava right now. She should be done in a minute. He leads Odin to the bathroom. Ava is sitting on the toilet lid. She gives Gil the device, and he reads it and sighs.
“Odin, you may want to sit down too.”
“Okay?” He says quizzically, and sits himself on the counter.
Gil takes in a deep breath.
“Ava you are pregnant.”
She’s never minded
the cold, but the wind here has a particular edge to it as it hisses
through the cracks in the barn walls. But it wasn’t the wind that
woke her—a presence looms over her, and she remains perfectly
still, her sleep-muffled mind racing to assess the situation. She’s
not terribly worried: in mere moments, she can summon a blizzard to
her fingertips—or all the power contained in her blood. But this is
a familiar presence, and she allows herself to relax.
breaths her name like a sigh, and his hand closes over her own. She
doesn’t open her eyes, instead silently willing him to lie back
down and go to sleep. But he doesn’t move.
“You said I’m a
good man,” he whispers instead. “And I’m going to be.” His
thumb traces the faded scar on her palm, a remnant of her long-ago
first brush with blood magic. It’s all that remains of it now—she’s
learned to put that behind her.
But Blackwall still
hovers uneasily beside her, clutching her hand like a lifeline. “I’ll
be the man you think I am.” His callused fingertips sweep her hair
back from her face, and she fights to keep her eyelids from
twitching. She feels his lips against her forehead—and then he
abruptly pulls away, leaving only cold air surrounding her. His
footsteps echo across the floor, and she stirs then, glancing over
her shoulder to see his shadow disappearing down the ladder.
Something in the
back of her mind tells her to get up, to go after him. That there’s
something wrong. He seems so agitated, and there’s a grimness about
his words that she can’t quite put her finger on. But surely he’ll
be right back, and she’s exhausted, and that infernal wind…
When she awakens
hours later, the sun glinting off the tarnished Warden-Constable’s
badge on the pillow beside her, he’s gone.
first can i just say everything you’ve posted lately has been incredible!! (especially Addicting <3) so my request is the bau is on a case, and reader is one of the kidnapped victims, that spencer had a onenight stand with years ago. and while theyre working the case, he find out she has twins girls from then? and they eventually actually get together after the case, thanks!!
Oh my word, I am so glad you are enjoying everything! Really!! I can do this. I hope that you enjoy your one-shot, because here it is…comin’ ‘atcha!
Staring wide-eyed at the man beside you, your battered face still dripping blood as tears well in your eyes, your mind flashes back to that night as his head turns quickly towards you, a wet rag coming up to wipe away at the droplets of blood as he tries to keep from connecting his eyes with yours.
But he couldn’t.
He had thought of your face, twisted in pleasure and pried open with yelps of submission, every night for years. He remembered how you breathed his name, how your touch ignited a side in him that not even he was aware of. You hadn’t judged him for his lack of experience, and had told him to do what he wished…to explore what he wanted…for an entire weekend.
The two of you had not only shared personal, primal sexual experiences, but the two of you showered together. Bathed together. Ate together…for an entire weekend.
And then you were gone.
“Y/N?” he asks, his voice trembling as you are ripped for your thoughts, the same thoughts, as you blink your good eye rapidly.
“Y-yes? Uh, yes, S-…Spencer…?”
As he looks at the agent driving the car, a stern man with dark features, you see him give a light nod before Spencer turns his face back towards yours.
Oh god, he knows.
But before either of you could say anything to one another, you feel the large SUV come to a stop in front of the police station.
“We’re here,” the man says, opening his car door as you and Spencer continue to hold each other’s stare.
And just as the man rounds around and opens your side door, you clench your jaw lightly before tears spring to your eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” you whisper before sliding over on the seat, your feet dropping to the pavement as you scramble inside to the police station.
You couldn’t wait to wrap your arms around your girls.
As the two twin girls, identical in nature, scramble towards you, they run hastily into your arms as a wide-eyed, shocked man rounds the corner, his voice deep and his skin dark.
No one could deny exactly how much these girls looked like Spencer.
From the disheveled hair that bounced around their shoulders all the way down to the big innocent eyes and the full lower lips, everything about them screamed their father…
…and all Spencer could do was stare in wonder.
The girls couldn’t be more than two, he thought as he counted the months, days, and even minutes back to that night.
Two years and three months, to be exact.
“Mommy hurt,” one girl says.
“Oh, Ava,” you breathe as you press your chapped lips into her chunky cheek, “Mommy’s just fine.”
But the other little girl only continued to cry.
“Sssshhh sh sh sh. It’s ok, Olivia. Mommy’s right here.”
Ava and Olivia.
Hotch and Morgan watched Spencer murmur their names, his lips contorting as he felt how their names rolled off of his tongue.
Picking the girls up as the cling their arms and legs to you, you stumble over to a desk as Spencer rushes in front of you, wiping his entire arm over the desk as he knocks everything to the floor.
He had a family.
Spencer Reid had two daughters.
Watching you struggle to set the girls down gently, he grabs one of them without thinking as the both sit on the desk, Olivia looking at Spencer oddly before he quickly removes his grasp.
“Let’s…give them some time,” Rossi says as he begins ushering everyone out of the room, the police and the team flooding out of the station muttering things about food and clean-up and evidence.
Looking over at Spencer tentatively, fearing the worst, you watch as his head slowly turns towards you, confusion stained with a bit of wonder peppering his face as your brow twitches lightly.
“Girls?” you begin as you whip your back to them, “This is Spencer. He’s the man that saved me.”
As the girls turn their big brown towards him, their faces lighting up, the begin to smile big at him as Spencer smiles back.
They were smiling because of him.
“Thank you,” one of them says.
“You’re very welcome…”
“Olivia,” you whisper lightly towards him.
“Olivia,” Spencer smiles.
But Ava looked a little more tentative.
“Ava…?” you urge lightly.
“I see him,” Ava says as she looks at you with a frown on her face.
As Spencer furrows his brow, he looks towards you as you cock your head lightly at your daughter.
“No, no, sweetheart. You’ve never met Spencer,” you say.
“Pi’cher,” she says.
“Pitcher?” Spencer asks.
But your mind was wafting back to a few weeks ago…
…when you caught Ava pulling out your bedside drawer and rifling through its contents.
“The picture…” you breathe.
“I see him in pi’cher,” Ava says as she points at Spencer.
Sighing as you close your eyes, tears begin rising behind them as you open them, the salty stains trailing down your cheeks as Spencer takes your hand lightly within his and urges you to look at him.
“You have a picture of me?” he asks.
“I uh…” you stammer.
Your daughters were flickering their gazes between you two as they swing their legs off the side of the desk.
“…maybe took a picture of you with my phone that weekend,” you admit.
Spencer’s body was now fully turned towards you as his hand squeezed yours reassuringly.
“You were, uh…”
Beginning to tremble, Spencer wraps his arms around you as he rubs your back, your daughter’s continuing to stare as you sniffle deeply into his chest.
“…you were reading. And the sun was streaming through the window. So I took a picture.”
Spencer held his grip on you before you pulled away from the hug.
“I had it printed off later…” you mumble to yourself.
“Mommy ok?” Olivia asks.
“Mommy’s just fine, sweetheart,” you breathe.
“Eats,” Ava says.
“In a moment, Ava,” you breathe.
“Now,” she demands.
“I said in a second, honey,” you coo as you turn your tired gaze towards her.
“Fench fi!” Ava says as she claps her hands.
It made you sigh and roll your eyes as you shake your head.
“So demanding,” Spencer murmurs before he chuckles lightly.
“Welcome to my world,” you roll your eyes.
The sentiment caused you both to pause.
“I’d like to be…” Spencer trails off.
“I didn’t-…I didn’t mean it like that,” you begin as you stumble over your words.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he pleads lightly.
“Tell what?” Olivia asks.
“Tell what, Mommy. Tell what. Tell what tell what tell what!” Ava begins to chant.
“Girls,” Spencer steps in as you close your eyes to try and rid yourself of the deep-seeded ache in your body, “give the adults some time to talk.”
“Yes, sir,” they both answer in deadpan unison.
“It was just a weekend,” you breathe as you shake your head.
“Is that what you thought when we walked away…?” Spencer asks, hurt rising in his eyes as he thinks back quickly to all of the times your face, your…your sounds…got him through the rough cases over the past two and a half years.
Your silence as you wafted back into your own memories answered his question for him.
“Fench fi,” Ava mumbles to herself.
“In a minute!” you roar, taken aback by your own anger as your eyes widen, watching the fear contort on your girls’ faces as their eyes begin to water.
But you watched them cower back from your outstretched hand as your jaw begins to quiver.
You bit your tongue in order to hold back the string of curses as the guilt started to waft into your gut.
“Girls, you wanna go get some food?” Spencer asks as he steps in front of your trembling form, the team looking in on you all now as you begin to slowly back up.
You felt your own panic rising up in your throat as Hotch strides quickly over to you.
“Come here, let’s go get you some water,” he says lowly as he wraps his arm protectively around you as you listen to Spencer convince your girls…his girls…to go get some food at the diner up the road.
“But Mom?” you hear Olivia ask.
“She just needs some time. She’s been really scared the past few days, and she needs to rest for a bit.”
“Yell,” Ava sniffles as a tear pours down her cheek.
It was then that Spencer reached out and touched his daughter for the first time, soaking up her tear with his thumb as he smiles lightly through the tears in his own eyes.
“Do you like running outside?” Spencer asks.
He watches his daughers both nod their heads.
“Do you ever have to stop and catch your breath?” he asks.
And again, he watches them both nod.
“Well,” he says as he takes their hands and helps the off of the desk, “your Mom has been running for a long time, and right now she just needs to stop and catch her breath.”
“Then fench fi?” Olivia asks.
“We’re gonna go get some food now,” Spencer smiles down at them as they each take his hand, “while your Mom rests.”
“Ok,” the two girls say in unison as they walk outside with Spencer, your body shaking as Hotch helps you sit down.
“It was just a weekend, I never meant to hurt him. Please, I never meant to hurt Spencer. It was just a weekend…just a weekend…”
“Hey,” Hotch coos as he rubs your back, feeling someone place a bottle of water in your hand as you cover your face with the other, “he may be confused and a bit side-swiped, but he’s not mad. Reid rarely gets mad.”
“Reid?” you ask.
“Yeah…?” Hotch says as he furrows his brow.
And then realization dawned on him.
You didn’t even know his last name.
And he realized, then and there, that even if you had wanted to find him, it would have been close to impossible.
“I’m so sorry,” you breathe as you begin to sob, the bottle of water falling to the floor as you curl in on yourself.