#indelible

𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎: 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆  𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After the abrupt and perilous reunion with Erik in front of your neighbors, you try to take a few moments to prevent yourself from self-destructing. The keyword here being try. No matter how much you want to be alone with your thoughts, Erik has other plans. But your desperation to prove that you aren't the same frightened  'Bunny' from two years ago might just backfire when it has to stand the test of Erik's determination.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content, Blood & Violence, Toxic Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Intimidation, Occasional use of N-Word, and Monster Fuckery. For more extensive tags, see Ao3 listing below

❥ 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥 ❥ || || ❥ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❥

A/N: 👋🏾Hi, this is me re-warning you all that Erik is both an asshole and an actual supernatural being in this story. Tis the season, so please enjoy the self-indulgent nonsense on my behalf 💕✨

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

Making cupcakes for a block party wasn’t exactly the norm. Though it was relatively nice outside, there was enough humidity to keep the windows shut and the air conditioning on full blast. It was past noon, so things were slowly cooling off. But in your compact, poorly insulated townhouse, having an oven going at nearly four hundred degrees in the summer would make the kitchen warm no matter what temperature you set it on. You’d begun to sweat, but you powered on, pushing your glasses up your nose and staying fully focused on icing cupcakes instead of thinking about him.

It was working. Even though his presence hovered eerily at the fringes of your mind, it was working. You might’ve stowed away in the house for an hour like a coward, but you were calm.

At least somewhat.

You hadn’t really thought about anything. Not since Sarah had come in to give you icing for your impromptu baking session. You could tell she was dying to ask questions, but she kept them to herself the moment she acknowledged the frazzled state you were in.

You declined her offer to stay the night at her place. Both her boys and EJ would be sleeping over at the church after the block party was over. The idea was to end the day with a movie night. However, you weren’t so sure how long the movie-watching would last with all the playing and running around they were doing.

As much as you would’ve loved Sarah’s company, it didn’t sit right in your heart to put her in so much potential danger. You weren’t sure what was going to happen, but that dull, swirling ache in your gut was the only warning you needed to keep your guard up.

You look abruptly up from your work when you hear the creaking spring of the screen door. Thankfully, it’s only Tyler who peeks his head in a few moments later.

A look of relief hangs on his features when he sees your expectant face looking back at him. “Hey, Sweets, Ms. Munroe sent me to check on things…How you holding up?”

It is gone now, that handsome face for which he cared little, that he regarded as scarcely more than the means to an end. His once devastating beauty is a mere human trait and much like his name he inherited it rather involuntarily from his filthy Muggle father. Beauty—no; that he does not pride himself on.

Tom Riddle’s vanity lies with his mother’s gift.

The gift whose marks he now bears. The gift that has made him a little more inhuman. The gift that speaks to him the promise that he is different, that he is special, that he is one out of a million, a rare breed and that even amongst those rare ones, he is better.

Indelible, Chapter 8: Boy. Snow. Bird.

indelible - (adj.) impossible to erase or forget.

bau agent!reader (no specific pairing atm)

You step off the elevator alone, rushing to put away your coat and bag at your desk in the bullpen, and attempt to remind yourself to be in the present as you swing open it’s large glass doors.

You can deal with it later. Don’t let it affect your work.

But the pressing weight of it on your mind won’t leave, even as you try to distract yourself with paperwork.

For the first few hours, and when anyone asks why you were running late, you easily brush it off without concern. Then a case comes through the BAU channels and you’re all shuffling into the private room to get a rushed briefing from Hotch and Penelope of what to expect, and where exactly the case is taking you all this time.

You end up only half listening. Absentmindedly playing off the way everything is suddenly feeling muted after the rush of urgency flooded your system when Hotch had announced a new case to the bullpen - too similar to the rush you’d felt confronted with just this morning.

Which means “not able to be forgotten or removed”