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Fic Update: Between Heaven and Hell

Summary: A Hook/Emma angel/demon AU. They hide in plain sight, the servants of heaven and hell. The angels and the demons, who can save your soul or damn it. They stand on opposite sides, they are the bringers of light and the agents of darkness, they are enemies in an eternal war, but what happens when an angel and a demon are inexplicably drawn to each other?

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                                             Part Twenty

Something was about to go down.

Something big.

Something soon.

Will could sense it, the way he’d always been able to tell the exact moment when he had to ditch a boosted ride before the plates were broadcasted to every police cruiser in the city, or noticed Loss Prevention discreetly following him around in a store and watching to see if he was going to try to slip something under his jacket and walk out without paying. He was good at it, always getting out just before the shit was about to hit the proverbial fan, no matter how much his teenage buddies used to protest when he pulled over in the stolen Merc or Mustang they were joyriding in and ordered them to all get out and scatter. Three of them got busted for Grand Theft Auto one night when Will was busy on a snatch-and-grab job for Hood, one was lucky, he was barely sixteen and got tried as a juvenile, but the other two…they got handed felony sentences and three years in the state pen.

His phone had been vibrating in his pocket during the whole ride from the Jolly Roger to Jones’s condo but he didn’t dare answer, not with the way Jones was staring out the tinted window, as still as a statue save for the drumming of his fingers on the empty leather seat next to him. He hadn’t said a word after his curt order of “drive” and he stayed completely silent while Will parked in the plum spot reserved in the underground garage for the penthouse, exiting the SUV before Will even had the keys out of the ignition and making a beeline towards the elevator. Will watched him in the rearview mirror, the brake lights casting a red glow over Jones’s face as he walked behind the car. His head turned and their eyes met for a brief moment, the red reflection going even brighter in his pupils and Will blinked at the weirdly distorted image. He had looked almost….inhuman, for a split-second, all red eyes and lips that curled in a sneer against a mouth as dark as a black hole. But then it was gone, and Will blinked again and rubbed his finger nervously over the key fob, feeling the raised lines and edges of the tiny logo press against his palm like an anchor to reality.

It must have just been a trick of the light.

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The Gift

A silly little Feysand fluff piece, from the Kiss prompt list #17, where there is a height difference such that one person has to bend down and the other is on tiptoes.  Requested by anonymous and @the-bookish-soul.  I must admit that this may have been inspired slightly by a situation my husband and I got into (I’m 5′5″ on a good day, he’s 6′3″).

Rhys followed the sound of muttering through the house.  Nuala and Cerridwen were standing by the opening into the kitchen looking anxious.  A loud crash and a muffled curse made him push past them.

To behold his mate standing on the counter, digging through the top shelf of the highest cupboard, dented cans on the counter and floor around her.

“Feyre, darling, what in the world are you doing?”

She jumped and looked at him guiltily over her shoulder.  “Looking for something.”

“I can see that,” he said drily.  “What are you looking for?”

“Ummm, I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”  Which explained why the wraiths were not helping her.

He stepped further into the kitchen and walked towards her warily, as if she was a spooked horse.  “So there’s something I’m not supposed to know about stored in my kitchen?”  She nodded, her cheeks flushed; he couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or frustration.  “And now you need it but you can’t find it.”  Another nod.  Judging by all the open cupboard doors, he suspected she had been looking for a while.

“Please, for the love of all that is holy, please let me help you before you kill yourself.  Or ruin any more food.”

She looked torn for a moment before giving in and kneeling down on the counter.  “So, there’s a box.”

“A box.”

“A blue box.  With a ribbon on it.”

“With a ribbon, got it.”

“We put it here a couple of weeks ago, and now I can’t find it.”

He blew out through pursed lips, amusement warring with annoyance at her forcing him to drag this out of her.  “Who’s ‘we’, if I dare ask?”

“Me and Nesta.”

Shit.  “Can I have, I don’t know, a category for what is in this mystery box?”  Feyre’s cheeks were burning red now, and Rhys bit his cheek to keep from laughing at her discomfort.  He had a pretty good idea that he knew where this box was and what it contained, but wanted to be sure before he got himself into serious trouble with his mate.  And, even worse, his sister-in-law.

“Well….you know it’s Nesta and Cassian’s anniversary tomorrow.”


The words finally rushed out of her.  “So Nesta decided that she wanted to, you know, surprise him.  So I took her to that shop you and I like so much and I helped her pick something out, but she decided that we should hide it here because I guess Cassian is like a bloodhound when it comes to fancy underwear, and she swore me to secrecy.”

Rhys nodded thoughtfully.  Yes, he knew exactly where the box was, having found it the week before when looking for the backup coffee maker.  He had tucked it into Feyre’s closet along with the other boxes from the same shop, hoping she might put the quite daring little number on for him one night.  The severity of this mistake would depend entirely on if Feyre would be able to tell which one was which.  He also thought he could live without knowing about his brother’s preference for lingerie, but so be it.

“Darling, I know what happened to the box.”

“You do.”  She was so cute when she glowered.

“Yes.  And I will tell you if you let me help you down from there.”


He crossed to her.  Kneeling as she was on the counter, she was a good head taller than him, and he couldn’t help but grin at the reversal in their usual fortunes.  He placed a kiss between her breasts and she swatted at him playfully.  Bracing his hands on the counter and tilting his head back, he stretched up to kiss her but couldn’t quite reach.  She mock-glared at him but the smile playing on those beautiful lips gave her away.   She leaned down and kissed him, and when she made to pull back he put a hand behind her head and pulled her back to him, deepening the kiss.  A soft moan escaped her, and she cupped his face in her hands and leaned in further, until suddenly she lost her balance and toppled forward, nearly knocking him on his ass.  His arms reflexively wrapped around her, and he managed to safely, if rather awkwardly, swing her to the ground.  Not for the first time, he thanked his Illyrian combat training  - though he never had predicted it would have saved him from being tackled by his own mate.  

“I never knew being tall was so hazardous,” she said with a grin.  “Now, where is the damn box?”

“As far as the box goes, there’s good news and there’s bad news.  Which do you want first?”

“The good news.”

“The good news is, I found it last week and put it upstairs in your closet, thinking it was yours.”

“Oh, that is good.  What’s the bad news?”

“I’m going to make you go through the boxes one by one until you find it, and I may require you to model each piece for me.  Except the one in question, of course.”

Feyre grinned wickedly as she slid her arms around his waist, then slid her hands down to cup his rear.  “As far as I’m concerned, this is an entirely good news situation.”

I Just Know

Characters: Aaron x Reader, JJ, Morgan, Reid, Rossi, Garcia
Words: 2025
Requested by Anonymous:  Could you please write a Hotch x Reader where the reader, his girlfriend, fits the profile of the killer and he’s the only one who’s sure it’s not her? 

Originally posted by lilygarlands

         All eyes were on you as you walked into the BAU. Your boyfriend, Aaron Hotchner, had asked you to come down, but you had no idea why. He normally didn’t ask you to come in, especially during a case. He liked to keep his business and personal life separate, so you were pretty confused.

           “Aaron, what’s going on?” you asked him when you walked up to where he was standing with the rest of the team.

           “Come with me,” he said, taking your hand and starting to walk toward his office, “We need to talk.”

           “Hotch . . .” Derek’s voice caught you off guard. The normally flirty, happy man had a dark, almost threatening edge.

           Aaron turned sharply, “I’m not taking her to an interrogation room, Morgan,” he shot back.

           “An interrogation room?” you squealed, “What is going on?”

           “You shouldn’t be alone with her,” JJ said. You could tell she was trying to keep her voice soft and even, “One of us should question her.”

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thiscaringlark  asked:

Prompt: Molly goes with Sherlock on an out-of-town case after John gets sick at the last minute. <3

This is what your lovely prompt inspired. I hope you’re not disappointed with result!

“Get in the car, Molly.”

The drumming of the rain is loud against the glass, and he can see the shower has soaked through Molly’s thin teal cardigan and blouse. Her hair is drenched, matted to her face, the wet strands clinging to her skin. She still stomped along the pavement, stubborn and willful. If anyone spots them, they will just suspect the pair to be newlyweds in the midst of a spat.


She continues to pace away from the car, and Sherlock keeps the vechile at a speed to match her. The Scottish weather is rarely kind, but the owners of the B&B they had resided for the past week had warned of a wicked storm. He is happy to deal with a furious Molly, as long as she is safe.

“Molly, please, get in the car,” he pleads.

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tbh i am fed up with people saying how brown wasn’t a nice kid after all, blahblahblah

ok newsflash even CONVICTED MURDERERS still have rights. Kill a death row prisoner awaiting his execution date? Too bad, still murder- better call your lawyer to try and get you out of this mess.

nobody needs to be an “angel” to deserve to live, to not have excessive force applied to them. If that were the case, please tell me why there are literally entire rights created for suspects, accused persons and convicted criminals. Please tell me why the guy who shot someone over loud music is sitting in prison serving out his sentence for second-degree murder then. Please tell me why is it we routinely arrest murderers and other wanted fugitives alive rather than gunning them down.

Because…the police have no right to execute anyone. because killing outside of a state-sanctioned execution can only be justified by self-defence (of yourself or another person).

And looking at the facts available? Darren Wilson should have to go before a judge and explain how on earth the force used was justified and proportionate. I cannot imagine a civilian- even a white person- being given so much benefit of doubt that they don’t EVEN get made to stand trial for shooting an unarmed person multiple times- the way a white cop like Wilson does. Whether or not they get acquitted is another story but to not even have to go to trial? This is ridiculous from a legal perspective. There is a racial bias, but white cops get away with even more things than white civilians do.