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Maverick preferred to be on his own at this time of the year, and it’s mainly because he did not want to upset the others who normally loved him and took care of him, like Ulysses or the fae servants of the castle. There was blood trickling down his forehead and neck, as the base of his broken horns were revealed. He took ample medication, from potions that would numb the pain as he sat down on the grass. Clothes were strained already, mostly the hood of his cape, but he was too tired to clean them and would rather succumb to rest.

Ever since he was a teenager, Maverick has been shedding his own horns. He found that he needed to do it because the tissues inside the horns would break up and they would go brittle. To form new horns, he needed to find a way to get rid of it, and his hardened scalp allowed him to ram his head on a trunk of a tree and break them off.

UNSOLICITED CASE FILES / ETHAN WESTON – @melsworldofmuses​​ ❛ i have a surprise for you, love. could you please close your eyes? i am going to lead you somewhere, do not worry i shall not allow you to bump into anything ❜ ethan smiles warmly, and almost has a gleam of giddiness in his dark eyes

    𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳  𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 ,      hated feeling the weight on her shoulders.   (   𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠  )      as whilst she was no longer asleep,  they still lingered even as the day progressed.   she was quiet,   which for her was rare,   she was an alpha queen,  she was a witch,  a mother and thus she was normally able to hide her pain.   and yet right now it shone in her sky blue eyes,   so much that Isaac could notice it.

     HIS  WORDS  ARE  GENTLE ,     and very welcome.       𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙼𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   ,   as arms wrap around his bare chest.   She inhales his scent deeply as she lets the soothing aura of him to settle over her skin.  her head resting and listening to his heartbeat as she fights off the emotions that are plaguing her.  that are running rampant through her body.  using his body heat,  his scent and his whole everything,  to soothe her.

      “    It was just a nightmare    .  .  .  .    i’m okay.    ”       God she was a crap liar,  but she hoped that Isaac would buy it for now.  as she wasn’t ready to discuss the nightmare,  discuss the fact that it wasn’t a nightmare,  instead it was just a memory.  a memory of her ex husband and the pain he had inflicted upon her for the last two thousand years.   the way he had haunted her,  hunted her,  hurt her kids.   yeah she wasn’t ready to discuss that right now.   instead she just wanted to relish in the feeling of Isaac’s arms.

Gaze lifts to Deeks as he entered the bathroom, a small smile settling on her lips as she could see him figuring it out without her having to say another word. She leaned into his touch as his warm hands cup her face, butterflies fluttering hard in her heart - it was finally happening, they were going to have the little girl they’ve been waiting for for the past nine months. And all the fears that Kimberly held previously, before Deeks had been locked up in prison, were destroyed; he was here, he would be right by her side as she brought their child into the world.

“I’m alright,” she told him, her voice soft. “And yes. There’s no other place I’d rather be right now.” Home births were common, if not becoming more regular than hospital births, and Kimberly had all of the confidence in Lizza to help with the delivery. If the two women weren’t close before, the last nine months had turned them even more into sisters; it was Lizza who was there when Kimberly took the pregnancy tests, and it was Lizza who stood by her side as support when Kimberly reluctantly went to the hospital for a second confirmation. Lizza was more than capable of helping Kimberly through all of this, and the detective couldn’t have been more grateful.

“Our little girl has some timing, huh?” Kimberly jested, laying her head on Deeks’ shoulder as he lifted her into his arms. She stole a kiss from him, one of many more to come throughout the day, and muttered, “I love you, too. So much. You’re gonna be such a great father.” She had always known, given how he treated her boys as well as his own adopted daughter Lilly. She knew that Deeks hasn’t had the chance to be a parent to a newborn, but she also just knew that he would be such a good dad. And she was so happy to give him that chance.

The contractions came and went as the minutes turned to hours, although it did feel as though this time around the labor was happening much quicker than her previous pregnancies. Perhaps it was because her body had done this before and was ready to get it over with - the latter portion of that could be said for their baby girl as well. But with each contraction that she had, as the pain grew more intense, Kimberly couldn’t help but begin to feel like…like something wasn’t right.

She laid on the bed, sweating and trying to breathe through the intensity, all the while holding Deeks hand, sometimes squeezing as hard as she could when a contraction hit her. Sonny had woken up by this time, but he couldn’t stay in the room for very long when his mother became to groan and cry out in pain. Kimberly didn’t blame him at all.

But that gave Kim an idea, the brunette seeing an opportunity to get Deeks to leave her side - only for a few minutes. She wanted to talk to Lizza alone. She knew that Deeks could probably sense her concern, though a part of her was hoping that maybe he’d just think it was the labor pains; nevertheless, she didn’t want to worry him anymore than he already was.

“Honey,” she said, half watery hues glancing at him. “Could you go make sure Sonny’s alright? I know Kole’s here but I’d worry a lot less if you talked to him.” That wasn’t to say anything against her brother at all, because genuinely she would feel better though it didn’t matter who checked on her youngest, as long as someone did and that he was okay. But also, she just really didn’t want to voice her concerns in front of Deeks.

    𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙳 ,     he decided he had all the respect in the world for women who went through this.   men,  they had the easiest fucking job in the world.   they knocked the woman up and just survived the nine months.   the women,   they were fucking queens.    and his girl,   god he was falling in love with her all over again.   even more with every strain she suffered,    as every contraction hit.

    he was growing worried though,   he could see Lizza and Kim communicating silently,   the two females using the bond they’d built but Deeks had faith things would be okay.   he was leaning once more on the god he’d abandoned.        [     𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙳   /     𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙳  ]        but he had total faith in his girl.    she’d been through hell,   fucking hell she was with him .        ❝    of course baby   .  .  .    back in a minute .    ❞        he leans over,  pressing a gentle kiss to her sweaty forehead as he lifts from the bed.

      he flexes his fingers to release the numb sensation that had spread over them,    whilst he healed better than most.   his girl had some strength,     and it made him proud.   seriously fucking proud and all he could hope,   was his little girl was just like Kim.   then he’d know,  that she would be okay.     because her mother was.    whilst he was all fire and violence,   Kim was calm and sunshine.

   he smiles as Lilly runs into his arms,  giving him a hug and asking questions about the woman,  she too saw as mom.   His head nodding in Kole’s direction as he asks where Sonny headed off too.   He knew Kim’s true motives,   wanting to talk to Lizza alone,  and well,  he wasn’t going to begrudge her.   at all.

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Guilty As Charged- MUN EDITION

Lena had been trying to avoid some asshole that couldn’t take a hint from the moment she walked into the bar, not even the lie of ‘I have a boyfriend’ worked. So, instead of digging her knee into the bastard’s groin as she felt the urge to do, she allowed him to follow her over to the bar. Once there, she caught the eye of the bartender. “Hi, honey,” she said with a smirking smile before proceeding to nearly climb over the bar counter to grab the bartender by the collar of his shirt and plant quite a big kiss on his lips. As she kissed him, words were discreetly muttered, whispered so low that only his ears would hear, “He won’t leave me alone.”

       “Hey...?” There’d been all of two full seconds of eye contact before hands were reaching, grabbing, and a woman he’d never met before (though he did wonder, later, if he’d seen her in the bar before) was hauling herself up onto the bartop to get at him. He stiffened, put his hands on her shoulders with every intend of pushing her away. Surely she was drunk. Had to be drunk. Who does that?

       Then she spoke. And then he understood. Say no more, he thought. This we could work with. It wouldn’t be his first time playing fake boyfriend to come to the rescue of some damsel (what was the male equivalent of damsel?) in distress, and it wouldn’t be his last. It was part of the bartender’s code, buried somewhere in the fine print. Under ‘additional duties’ it would read ‘fake boyfriend to deter drunk dumbasses that wouldn’t take no for an answer’ and he did it well, if he did say so himself.

How the incubus came across with the hybrid was hardly important at that point. Ray had always been drawn to chaotic people after all. It was a natural ocurrence, maybe because of his demonic existence or because of his own thrill seeking nature, he couldn’t tell. All he knew at the moment, as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. His friend wasn’t exactly having the best day... He could call him friend, right? Oh, well, he’d do it anyway.

“Someone’s in a bad mood today,” he thought aloud with his gentle british accent, more as a light hearted tease than anything else. The demon was nothing if not happy-go-lucky. “What’s the matter today, mate? Someone insulted your clothes? Missed your favorite show?”

He made a pause, looking at his companion with a gentle look, offering a beer instead. As a bartender he knew sometimes a drink made problems go away.

〔   Congratulations, Deeks. If you didn't make a target on your cop girlfriend before, there's a pretty damn big one on the bitch now that she's got your cursed seed inside of her. .    〕

    he  already  had  an  idea  where  the  sentence  was  going  –    the  moment  they  said  cop  girlfriend    –    and  it  takes  everything  for  his  usual  reflex  of  not  punching  them  in  the  face  to  play  out.    oh  it  was  tempting.    (    very  fucking  tempting.    )

    something  that  only  grows  worse  as  they  bring  his  daughter  into  it.     his  unborn  princess.       already  that  was  a  subject  that  just  didn’t  fly.    (    you  don’t  touch  his  kids.   )       whilst  he  was  a  monster,   whilst  he  was  an  asshole   –  his  kids,   were  innocent.    and  in  this  he  also  meant  Kim’s  two  sons.    his  sons.

   a  deep  sigh  is  dragged  over  full  lips  as  he  works  to  stop  the  inferno  from  releasing.   from  letting  the  monster  out  and  spilling  blood.    (    not  an  easy  task.   )  

   ❝     what’s  wrong,  you  jealous  ??.     ❞     he  falls  on  his  usual  –  sarcasm  and  quips  to  keep  him  somewhat  san.     ❝     jealous  she  chose  my  dick  and  not  yours.     ❞     he  smirks  before  shaking  his  head.     ❝  now  kindly  fuck  off.  before  i  hand  my  hormonal  girl  a  gun  and  tell  her  you  called  her  a  bitch.    I  wonder  how  long  you’d  survive.     ❞    

    there’s   a  malicious  tint  in  his  eyes  as  he  raises  an  eyebrow.     ❝     i  say  five  minutes  at  most.     ❞