With a heavy sigh and an unfortunately clear mind, Myrtle got up from the table, away from the window, toward the small hallway to retrieve her woolen, red coat. She was going to go out for a walk, to the bridge. Whether or not she would return was uncertain, but should her sacrifice be the end of the haunt, that would be what she was willing to do. She clenched the coat tightly around her small frame and wandered out into the cold elements of the wintery night.
Spitefire Bridge, it lay not far away from her shop. Only a few hundred yards, and the stone structure of it was unmistakably under your feet. She trudged slowly in its direction, fe
Little, old Myrtle could remember picking up that pen clear as day. Her thin hands were trembling, but she was the only one that could do it. Her husband, Quillish, refused to write the letter. He wanted to know the joy of having a child, and he found dishing out the rejection all to painful, even if this was his cross to bear. In their earlier conversation, when Myrtle heard the final stipulation to the adoption, everything went as sharply downhill at the same rate her fragile heart dropped to the floor.
She had blinked back tears, torn as ever between having a child she could never bear and giving it up to safeguard her marriage. She could
Foggy, Part Five (L X Reader!Pregnant!) by LawlietLady, literature
Literature
Foggy, Part Five (L X Reader!Pregnant!)
Visiting hours are almost over for the hospital, but L makes it just in time to see you, his beloved wife. You are about as comfortable as you can be with the breathing tube which keeps you reluctant to get up from the bed. His sudden presence causes you to bolt your entire body straight up though. He has your full attention. From his heavy breathing, you could tell that this was urgent, but you didn't know how to feel about that just yet. Something was amiss.
"Honey," you mumbled, cocking your head to the side as he leans against the door frame, "are you okay? I mean, I'm glad you made it back."
Skipping pleasantries all together, L spares
The door slammed behind L as he bolted out to tell his wife the news. He was obviously planning to visit the bridge, and he said he'd be fine. He's right every single time. He can reasonably deduct just about everything. Just about. On his way out, he missed something vital. In his victorious excitement of figuring out how to get his first big answer, the suspect slipped right under his nose. She had been there the whole time.
Putting down her cup of tea on the table, Myrtle sighed as she dragged her eyes out the window. The sun was on its way downward, soon to be swallowed up by the city skyline. She knew what that meant. Once the fog start
Rain pounded for the millionth time upon the city of Winchester, but that didn't stop him. L was not about to let a little water slow him down. Not a single ray of sunshine could poke through the clouds, but the detective didn't need light to know the way to his figurative grandmother's little shop.
The little bell rang loud and clear through Myrtle's wedding dress salon as he burst through the door. The petite, old woman lashed her head around to meet his figure, standing in her doorway. "Grandma," he called, "why did you ask (y/n) about that bridge?" Even through his words, she could hear his fatigue, huffing and puffing, fresh out of brea
Foggy, Part Two (L X Reader!Pregnant!) by LawlietLady, literature
Literature
Foggy, Part Two (L X Reader!Pregnant!)
Before you could say anything, you felt a hand covering your mouth, but with eyes wide open, you could tell there was no one around, nothing in front of you. That which covered your mouth was cold as ice, but what breath you would normally expel meant nothing. Now, who was the culprit here? As dark as it was among the city streets, no one was out at this hour, but why? Night had barely fallen.
You choke back tears, but you squirm your weighed-down body to try to break free, only to be denied. You knew your shopping bags were heavy, but you had been able to move with them all this time, hadn't you? You tried, but you couldn't even raise your
Foggy (L x Reader!Pregnant!) by LawlietLady, literature
Literature
Foggy (L x Reader!Pregnant!)
Snow had not yet begun to blanket the streets, but the temperatures were dropping slowly, night by night. Winchester's brick roads clouded over with fog every morning,but while they came clear during the day, the night brought back the billowing white once more. This would normally mean nothing to you. You wouldn't normally leave the house until sun made the ground clouds go away; your time of departure was simply a matter of wakefulness. As for the evening, no one stays out that late to know the difference, or so most had only thought.
Another day as the wife of the great detective is about to pass. You slip into a more slovenly green dress