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pineconepie · 1 month ago

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I DONT CARE WHAT YOUR CREATIVE BRAIN WHIPS JUST PLEASE GIVE ME A FEM YANNNN (love your work btw)

Hehe tysm!! I hope this is good!! <3 I made parental yandere ghost!!

TW: Kidnapping, parental yandere, infantilization

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When you got a shady ad of a mansion for the same price of a tiny home, you figured it'd be covered with mold and falling apart. The ad didn't give much information, other than it had several acres, and three stories tall.

You wondered why someone would sell such a building for such a cheap price, but given your budget, might as well check it out.

And oh boy were you shocked at what you found.

A beautiful mansion, not a single sign of mold or decay in sight, other than a tiny bit of dust here and there. It's as if no one lived in it for quite some time, yet it was taken care of.

Three bedrooms, all fully furnished. Three bathrooms, also fully furnished. A kitchen that you couldn't even imagine in your wildest dreams. A living room. An attic, a basement, a garage. All of them with furniture inside. Several acres of land, as it had advertised.

"Is it to your liking?"

You whip around to see a woman with short black hair, brown eyes, wearing a dress shirt and tie with a long black skirt. She looks to be in her early to mid forties.

You're pretty sure she wasn't there before. Perhaps she came in silently and didn't mean to scare you like that.

"Yes. Yes! Of course! Is this seriously all for such a cheap price?" you ask, completely confused. Something isn't adding up here. There has to be some kind of catch, surely.

Her smile unnerves you just slightly, its a little too wide. She makes a cooing noise in the back of her throat, but snaps out of it quickly.

"The reason it's so cheap is because there's not that many people interested in living out here in the middle of nowhere. It's incredibly hard for us to get this off our hands."

You don't believe that's the only reason, but you decide not to question it. "And you're the realtor, right? Blair Watts?"

"That would be me!" she says cheerfully, although there's an edge to it that you can't place.

It doesn't matter anyway. This is the house for you. "So... where do I sign?"

Blair gestures to a paper and pen on the nearby table. You read over them.

Something about this house seems wrong. You should've listened to that feeling. But you sign the papers and hand them back to Blair, who takes it.

She smiles down at you, although her expression is a mix between condescension and what you think is relief.

"Welcome home," she croons. "If you need anything, feel free to contact me."

"Thank you!" you say, maybe a tad bit too quickly. But who cares! A mansion for such a cheap price! You're about to ask another question relating to the home, but in just one blink, she's gone. No trace she was ever there at all.

A chill goes down your spine. This woman is absolutely strange, although she didn't seem harmful in any way. Not in the physical sense, at least.

...

You move all your things with relative ease into your new home. It's not much to fill the space of a mansion, so you still have several empty rooms left. The furniture that's already there looks far too expensive and nice to get rid of or replace, so you decide to keep everything as is.

It could definitely use a makeover, if you have that kind of money anytime soon, but it isn't your top priority for now.

When you enter the room with your own things to decorate as your own bedroom, you notice it looks different than how you remember.

The walls are painted pastel, there's toys littering the floor, and even the bed has a cartoon-themed comforter spread over it. You glance behind you and see that nothing else looks out of place.

So weird. Maybe you just forgot which room you liked best, and didn't see this one earlier?

You back up, only to bump into someone. You drop all the boxes in your hands, and spin around with wide eyes. There stands Blair, a concerned smile on her face.

"Oh, what's wrong, honey?" Blair asks, her voice sounding like a parent trying to speak gently to their upset child.

Her arms wrap around your body. You freeze as she slowly rocks you both back and forth. Her touch feels cold yet not as solid as most normal touches are. As if it were... ghostly.

"Uh- yeah, I'm alright! Just... just lost my balance for a second there! But hey, when did you get here?" More importantly, why is she here?

She keeps rocking with you in her arms. "I never left." With a chuckle she finally lets you go. "That room is my favorite in the whole mansion. Isn't it lovely?"

You nod without thinking. You start gathering your dropped belongings as quickly as possible, and stand back up. When you look at Blair again, something really doesn't feel right. Her presence is uncanny, yet you can't really pinpoint why.

There's a slight haze that comes off her outline, almost like she's blurry around the edges. Like a bad photoshop edit on the image of reality.

"Yeah. Lovely," you mutter. "I swore it was different last time."

"Oh." Her smile softens. "I tried to decorate it to your personality."

"But it's not..." You shake your head. "Why? I don't understand what's going on..."

"My child deserves the best, after all." She makes that cooing noise again, which sends another chill down your spine. "How about we unpack?" You're in too much shock to argue when she kneels down to pull things out of your moving boxes.

"Hey, that's not--"

"Hush, dear. Mama needs a moment."

A long beat passes. "...What? Mama?"

Blair sets almost everything into a large pile--things like your electronics, books, paperwork, and other adult essentials. In fact, anything adult seems to have been set aside.

The only things left from the box is your stuffed animals and blankets.

Then she glances back up at you. "You can call me Mommy too, if you'd like. Anything but 'Mother'. Makes me feel old." Her voice gets distant. "I always wanted a little baby to raise as my own... that's why the price was so low! To encourage someone like you to buy this home. I could tell you would need me right away. I mean, look at you!" She gestures to your clothing and messy appearance.

You're too confused to even get offended. "Someone... like me? Aren't you the realtor? What's going on?"

She sighs. "No. Not technically. But this is all too complicated talk for you, silly. Grown-up talk will just overwhelm you."

"But..." You flinch when her smile fades just slightly. "Look... I don't know what's going on, but I think I wanna back out of this..."

"No. No, no, no. We can't do that."

"Well I just--"

"You just want attention," she scoffs. "Don't worry. You'll get plenty of it from Mama." She effortlessly picks you up, much to your shock. Is this a real person, or are you just losing it? "Now, how about some dinner, hm? I have many bottles and sippy cups already prepared for you, and more items for you on the way!" She peppers the side of your face in kisses.

They still feel cold, almost like ice. "Blair, please put me down! This has gone far enough!"

"If that's what you want..." She releases you, and you land with a hard thud onto the floor. You wince at the impact and lay there, taking a minute to process this interaction. She has the audacity to gasp in shock. "Oh goodness! Are you alright? Oh, my poor baby!"

You're too speechless to answer, and before you know it, she picks you up again. If you didn't know any better, you'd say this woman was legitimately worried over you.

For the rest of dinner, you tune out her words, in too much shock and confusion over your situation.

She gives you some sliced fruits and finger foods to eat, as well as a sippy cup filled with juice. You keep pushing the items away, but every time you do, she simply pushes them right back. Finally giving up, you eat, wondering when you can escape her and figure this place out yourself.

At the end of the meal, you push away the empty plates.

"Are you finished?" she asks in such a gentle tone, you nearly forget how scary she can be.

"Yes." Your voice sounds raspy and far-away. It makes sense, given what you've been through today.

"Very good!" she praises, pinching your cheeks as you sit frozen on the spot. She takes the dishes away and hums as she cleans up, her apron tied behind her back as she washes each plate by hand.

"...Blair."

"That's Mama," she corrects gently. "Try again. Here, I'll help you practice. Ma-ma. Can you say that?"

Your eye twitches. "Mama," you repeat emotionlessly. "I'm tired. Can I just go to bed?" Hopefully you can wake up from this nightmare.

"Yes, of course." She puts the wet dishes onto a drying rack to let them air dry. Her skirt swishes around her legs as she turns back to you. "Do you need my help changing into your jammies?"

"I'm not a child," you deadpan. "Let me just change clothes by myself and you go somewhere else. Anywhere else."

"How rude!" Blair says, putting her hands on her hips. "I try so hard for you, and then you disrespect me like this? You really do need discipline. Do you really think you can do whatever you want in this house?"

You go quiet.

She tuts. "You go get dressed into your jammies, and I'll come up in a few minutes to tuck you in. Got that?"

With that command, she nudges you towards the stairs.

You trudge up, each step taking much more energy than it normally should.

As soon as you step into your bedroom, you shut the door behind you. It's not like this door has a lock or anything, but at least she can't watch you while you get ready.

After you change into the childish pajamas she put out for you and climb into bed, you bury yourself under the covers and pray this all blows over by tomorrow.

She comes in, and you try your hardest not to glare at her. Blair sees that your eyes are open anyway and beams.

"There's my perfect angel~" Her cooing voice does nothing but terrify you now. You stay silent and try to ignore her gaze. "Now, would you like a bedtime story? Or perhaps a lullaby?" You feel her presence as she sits down next to your blanket-covered form.

"How about you tell me what you are? Why are you doing this?" You don't sound angry or even scared anymore. Just tired and done with everything that happened so far today.

You suppose there must be an explanation to this.

She takes a deep breath. "...I'm not... human. I used to be, but not anymore."

You blink. "Are you a vampire?"

Blair chuckles. "No, sweet pea." She hesitates a bit more. "I'm... I suppose what people would call a ghost." She speaks her last word so softly you nearly miss it.

"...A ghost?" You sit up. "You're lying! If you were a ghost, why can you touch me and other objects?"

She tilts her head. "Hm? Oh! That's because we're in my home. Where I died. As long as I'm here, I can be seen and touch anything like you can. I can leave, but I can't really do anything. That's why I made that fake listing. I'm lonely, and I've always wanted a baby of my own. But I died before I ever got to experience that."

"...A ghost..."

The pieces fall into place. Her blurry outline, her strange appearance, her odd behavior. It makes more sense than one would expect.

You can almost see pity in her brown eyes as she brushes a loose strand of hair from your face. "But now that you're here, I have my very own little baby to take care of!" Blair practically squeals in excitement. "My life--or rather afterlife--is complete now that I have you. And as long as you stay, I will always love and take care of you."

So if what she says is right, then if you escape, there's no possibility she could make you come back, or even be visible to you.

Blair frowns. "I know what you're thinking. But please reconsider! You're already settled in, and I want you to have everything you could ever need. This doesn't need to be negative."

You narrow your eyes. "...okay."

She doesn't like your dry, one-worded response, but chooses not to push it. Instead, she stands up.

"Sleep tight, angel. Mama loves you. I promise to show you that, okay?" She kisses your forehead and flicks off the light, closing the door behind her.

You hear her lock it from outside the room with a key.

#answered ask #blair oc #parental yandere #platonic yandere #familial yandere #fem yandere #yandere #tw infantilization #tw infantilism #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #forced agere #forced age regression

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freelancelobotomy · 1 month ago

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gravity [s.r.]

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 2.8k

summary: Whilst on a special undercover assignment from the leader of the vigilante organization that you're apart of to kidnap a thief, you get distracted by an old "friend" from the FBI Training Academy.

content warnings: fluff, angst, guns, mentions of sex, reader is mean but its okay bc Spencer was meaner, death, almost kiss

a/n: hiii !! I wrote this for imaginin-in-the-margin's "Undercover Challenge." this is my first fic so pls be nice if its not the best lmfaofao.

When you spot Spencer across the bar, you freeze. The persona you put on for your job—the persona you’ve adopted to compartmentalize—ceases to exist when his eyes lock onto you and widen with recognition.

Ironically, that look of recognition is something you recognize. He’s had that same brightness in his eyes since the day you met him at the academy. It’s glassy and almost iridescent, just like the giant gaudy Chandelier hanging above the dance floor in front of the stage. He had that same look when he noticed the copy of The Valley of Fear by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle on your nightstand the first time you played poker together in your dormitory, when you told him about how struggled with making friends in high school just like he did, and when Jason Gideon first walked into the training facility and handpicked him for the BAU—your dream job—instead of you.

You overheard your sergeant talking about getting some heat from the FBI, but you never thought to ask her about it later—doing so would feel like admitting to yourself that you’re not over the whole thing after three years. Not over him after three years.

Immediately, you think you’re being set up by the committee. The BAU has them cornered, and they sent you on this mission, painting you as the lone perpetrator. The team sent Spencer in to throw you off by using emotional manipulation. Then Spencer smiles at you and gets up from his seat at the bar. He’s genuinely surprised to see you.

“Y/N!” he says, his tone lilting and disarming. It must be a coincidence. He immediately just blew your cover. Wonderful.

“Spencer. Hi.” You wave at him, knowing his disdain for handshaking or overall contact with strangers, but then he wraps you in his arms. For a bit too long. He takes a deep breath and—is he… smelling you?

You exhale shakily, patting him on the back before he pulls away.

“You look…beautiful.” He says.

“Yea? Thanks,” You say curtly. He’s not wrong. You’re wearing a tight low cut back out dress that nicely accentuates your figure. You have to look good during every mission. It’s part of the job.

“It’s been too long,” he says, his eyes searching your face. “How have you been?”

You hesitate to meet his gaze, swallowing hard. “I’ve been good. How are you doing?” you manage to say, forcing a polite smile.

He stares at you for a beat before answering. “I’ve missed you.”

You roll your eyes and turn toward the door. Fuck this mission. You need to get out of here. You were planning on bailing anyway. Shoot a bullet into the air and say the guy was crazy and had a gun so you fled the scene. Sergeant can give this lame ass assignment to some rookie. The guy didn’t even really do anything.

“Y/N?” He gently grabs your arm, pulling you back toward him. “Look, I’m sorry. I was just being honest. I’ll lie if you want me to.”

“What do you want from me?” you ask, turning back to him.

“I want you to be honest with me.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I’m sorry,” he says. “I’ve thought about making things right with you ever since I threw away my life the day I accepted that position at the BAU.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“I was. I wasn’t ready for you. I’m sorry.”

This is absolutely not the night you expected.

You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it.

“I was dense, and self-preserving, and ignorant—I… I didn’t know a good thing when I had it. The only good thing to ever happen to me—I—the universe was foolish enough to give me you, and I lost it. I lost you, and I’m sorry.”

Spencer and you had become best friends during your time at the Quantico FBI Academy when you were both twenty–two. You two had hit it off immediately, both being from Las Vegas, geeky introverts, and overly ambitious. Once you got romantically involved two weeks before the program ended and you were sent back to your home state, Spencer, whose previous goal was to stay in Virginia, promised to move back to Las Vegas so he could live close to you and his mom. Then…Jason Gideon approached him with the offer to become a Supervisory Special Agent at the BAU in Quantico. He told Jason that he would think about it, you slept with him for the first time that night—the first time that you’d ever slept with anybody–because you thought it would make him choose you. It didn’t.

“Are you drunk?” you laugh.

“No.” He takes a step closer to you and lets go of your hand. “You don’t have to take me back, but please—Y/N. I miss you so much.”

What does he want from you then? Friendship? Neither of you have the heart for that. He has to be lying. “Give me some time to think about it.” You grin.

“As much as you need. Here—my phone number—” He pulls out a notepad and pen from his pants pocket.

“That won’t be necessary. I'll know by the end of this conversation.” You lightly shove them back toward him before taking a seat at the bar again and patting the stool next to you. He rushes over and sits down.

“Eager beaver, are you?” you ask, your tone amused.

“I see you haven’t changed much.”

“That’s not a no.”

“‘Not a no’ to what?”

“That’s not a no to my question. Are you an eager beaver?” You’re just messing with the poor guy at this point—seeing how far you can push him.

“I’m enthusiastic since I’m thrilled to see you again after three years. I wouldn’t say I’m an ‘eager beaver.’”

“I’ve texted you a few times over the years,” he adds. “Did you block my number? I tried to get into contact with you last year because i wanted to see how you were doing and the team was in vegas for—”

“A case?” You shake your head playfully. “It’s been five minutes, and you’ve already mentioned the BAU three times. Way to rub it in, Agent Reid.”

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“I’m kidding. No, I’m not. Are you still sabotaging yourself?”

“I’m trying not to currently,” he says.

You hum in response.

“I don’t know why Jason chose me over you.”

“I mean, you chose Jason over me. I think I know why—other than your IQ. I thought you guys kind of had some daddy-son issues you solved with each other symbiotically.”

“He left the BAU. Cut contact with everyone, including me. Left only a note, addressed to me.”

“Ouch. Just like your dad?”

He laughs humorlessly. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

You reach out and touch his face, running the digits of your fingers against the grain of his stubble. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes momentarily.

“You don’t shave anymore?”

“It’s been a rough couple of weeks. This case I’m working on…”

“Is that why you’re back in Vegas? You’re surely not here to visit your mother, are you?”

A little mean of you, but whatever.

“Uh, no. I’m not.”

“You haven’t been seeing anyone recently. And you’re in the process of getting sober from… something. Not weed—I would’ve smelled it on you. Opioids?” You pretend to be deep in thought. “Maybe coke. I can picture that for you. You, lining up snow with your Mensa card and snorting it with the rolled-up note from Gideon, thinking it makes you distinguished.”

“You were always a better profiler than me.”

“Tell that to Jason. Oh… wait.” You feign an apologetic tone, reaching out to place your hand atop his. He shakes his head, fighting a smile.

“Okay, that was a little mean. I’m sorry.” You pause, pulling your hand back. He just smiles at you, with that shimmer of recognition in his eye.

“What I said the day that I left…” He pauses, clearing his throat. “That if it had been you he picked for the BAU, you would’ve done the same thing—" He shakes his head. "It wasn't true. It was a cruel thing for me to say. To you of all people. You wouldn’t have, and I knew that. You were so kind, and funny, and pretty, and so fucking smart, and you liked my weird hair, and I could make you smile—” He looks at you and realizes he’s rambling. He takes a deep breath and leans toward you, putting his hand atop yours. You don’t pull away.

“I thought running away from you meant running away from you hurting me. I felt like there was no way whatever we had could end without me being utterly destroyed, so I left like a coward.”

“You swear now? Since when?” you ask.

He reaches into his pocket and takes out a small cylindrical bottle of aspirin.

“Do you know what this is?” he asks.

“A phallic symbol?” you quip.

“No,” he chuckles. “The bottle of aspirin you gave me the first day at the academy. I take it with me everywhere. When I first held a gun, it was so heavy it threw me off balance. Sent me hurling towards the floor. A couple of hours later, in the cafeteria, you saw me shielding my eyes from the fluorescent lights. I had a migraine from hitting my head and you handed me the bottle before sitting across from me.”

“And we ate in complete silence,” you laugh.

“But It wasn’t silence. To me, it was gravity.”

“Gravity?” you ask, raising a brow.

“The same gravity that pulled me toward the ground pulled me toward you. And it’s been pulling me toward you ever since—at a torturous, exponential rate.”

You lean towards him and whisper to him, “You are so corny.”

“How I felt back then hasn't changed. I don't think it ever will," He says.

You shake your head, laughing.

A piano chord plays, and both of your heads snap in that direction.

“Hello, goodnight, and good evening, everybody! I’m Al Zimmerman.” The eccentric jazz singer’s voice crackles through the air of the bar. “Tonight, I have my brother from way back here performing with us. But I’d like you to welcome Raymond Rolton on the horn, Samuel Quincy on the drums, Jerry Parcher on the bass, Craig Wilde on the sax, and a special guest—close friend of mine—on the piano.”

The pianist plays a quick trill, earning cheers from the crowd.

“The spectacular Ethan Jones, all the way from the jazz capital of the world—New Orleans, everybody!” The crowd erupts into applause.

“Ethan,” he says, almost to himself. “That’s why I’m here. My friend Ethan invited me to see him play since he knew I was in town, and we wrapped the case early. The team is still here, handling paperwork. Hotch said it was okay for me to—”

“Ethan?” You interrupt, your eyebrows shooting up. “As in Ethan Jones?”

That’s your target’s name.

“Yeah. I went to CalTech with him. We were… close. He dropped out of the academy on the first day. I had no idea you guys knew each other.”

You stand up slowly. “We don’t.”

Great. You are connected in some way. Now you definitely can’t seduce him into capture without the police making a connection. This is going to get you some heat from the Committee.

The Committee always has a reason for taking someone out. The process is simple: you take the target to a private location, torture them for information on what they’ve done (more often than not—rape, murder, or both), harvest their organs to sell to the highest bidder on the dark web, then dump what’s left of their body at a precinct with a note attached, detailing their crimes—including where the victims are buried and who else they’ve abused.

According to Saesha, the Committee’s Sergeant, Ethan had borrowed a lot of money from her way back when, and it’s about time he paid up. But she’s had trouble tracking him down herself. Your job within the Committee is simple: you’re the bait. Luring the sick puppies into a van, truck, or whatever vehicle Saesha assigns, then transporting them to the secondary location. Saesha even calls you Legs. Says they’re your best asset.

It gets you respect from the Committee. And a lot of cash.

She said they’re not going to kill him. Just— in her words—“put the fear of God into him to get her cheddar back.”

You need to get a closer look at this guy.

You hold out your hand to Spencer.

“You wanna dance?”

He looks over his shoulder. “Me?”

“No, the bartender.” You roll your eyes sarcastically. Jesus, he really is dense. “Yes, you, Spencer.”

“I don’t know how,” he admits, grinning sheepishly.

“It’s easy, c’mon.”

Spencer takes your hand, and you lead him to the dance floor, where the other couples sway to the melody of My Funny Valentine. The singer is really good.

His right arm wraps around your waist, and he holds your hand with his left. The two of you move together, slow and deliberate. His heartbeat is racing against your chest.

“I was not expecting this night to go like this. At all,” he murmurs, his warm breath tickling your ear. He pulls you closer.

“I thought the exact same thing as soon as I saw you.”

You glance at the stage. That’s definitely the guy.

“You’re wearing the perfume I got you for your birthday the week before I left,” he says suddenly. “Empressa, from Penhaligon’s.”

“It’s not the same one,” you reply, your eyes narrowing at Ethan. How did you get yourself into this mess? “I re-bought it.”

He nods.

“Do you still talk to Francesca?” he asks. She was your roommate back at the Academy.

“You mean Frannie?” Your head turns toward him. Your faces are about an inch apart now.

He hums in response, his gaze briefly flickering to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“Yeah. We, um… we got brunch last weekend, actually,” you rasp. The heightened tension between you two makes your stomach flip. “I like what you did with your hair. It suits you.”

“Thanks. I got tired of buying hair gel,” he chuckles.

“That’s a shame.”

“I can get… untired of buying hair gel if you want me to.”

“That’s quite all right,” you giggle. “I like the man bob.”

“Man bob?” He laughs.

You nod.

“Oh—here.” You let go of Spencer’s hand and push a stray strand of hair from his face.

He smiles at you, that smile—the one that was always reserved just for you.

Both of his arms find your waist. His large hands settle against your lower back.

You missed him. So much.

“What?” he asks, his eyes searching your face. He’s trying to figure you out. He’s profiling you right now.

“Nothing. I just…” You exhale, mustering up the courage to look at him. “I missed you too.”

“Yeah?” His gaze drops to your lips.

You really can’t tell if this is a good idea. You were always better at reading other people than understanding yourself. But your eyes flutter closed as you lean in for a kiss—

BANG.

The unmistakable sound of a gunshot.

Screams. People running.

Spencer grabs your arm, ready to bolt, but his eyes widen when he sees Ethan bleeding out on the stage.

He rushes toward him.

Your head snaps around the room, searching for the shooter.

Your peripheral vision catches Saesha, gun still trained—right at stupid fucking Spencer, who’s kneeling beside his friend, packing the bullet wound with a hankerchief.

Your hand flies to your thigh holster.

Ethan didn’t do anything.

This is personal.

She’s blowing the whole operation.

You could flee. Get the hell out of here. Live with the guilt that you ran off like a coward as your Sergeant swiss cheesed Spencer.

Or—you could stop this.

The bar is nearly empty now. Just you, Spencer, Ethan… and her.

No choice.

Shit.

You cock your gun. “Sergeant.”

She turns around, a grin creeping onto her face. “Legs. You going soft on me?”

“Drop the gun. I’ll shoot you.”

“Look, I’m sorry that I interrupted your heavy petting with Hillary Swank over there,” Saesha says, motioning toward Spencer, her gun still raised, “but I need to take care of this. Of us.”

“You blew our cover. What did he do that was so bad that you’re sacrificing our freedom for? Hm? We had an agreement. No innocents get hurt—"

“And that agreement still stands," Saesha interrupts. "But in order to keep money in all of our pockets, we have to fix the past to secure our present. I trusted you for this job, Y/N. He took two hundred thousand dollars. From the Committee. From us.”

“I don’t understand,” you say.

She smirks. “Do you really think you’re the only failed FBI cadet we poached, Legs?”

Your stomach drops.

“He was your partner?”

“Something like that.”

“Saesha…” Ethan coughs weakly.

Spencer shushes him, telling him not to waste his breath.

“He probably spent it all already,” you say. “Why are you trying to kill him?”

“It’s personal.”

Saesha turns back toward you—

And in that split second, Spencer reaches for his pant leg, pulls a gun, and fires—

BANG.

The chain holding the massive chandelier snaps.

It comes crashing down, crushing Saesha beneath it.

A deafening silence follows.

Then—

BANG.

Somewhere in the bar, a door is kicked open.

“Reid!” A booming voice calls.

Spencer turns to you.

“Go.” he whispers.

You don’t hesitate.

Without another word, you run—out the back door, gun in hand.

The gravity of it all crashing down on you.

#criminal minds #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #jordan todd #david rossi #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds challenge #friends to lovers #spencer reid x y/n #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x blk!reader

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rafesbabyg1rl · 5 months ago

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The Watcher ~ Part Two

Part One, Part Three

Summary: Rafe Cameron x Reader, Stalker!Rafe x Pogue!Reader Your parents work late on Friday nights, which you spend alone. Except you haven't been alone in a long time, not that you know of at least. Rafe has watched for years, he's very good at it. His idea of staying an anonymous stalker is ruined when you catch him in your bedroom one Friday night. Rafe has to figure out how to fix his mistake before he loses the only thing that makes his life worth living. After you find the surprise he had left for you, you choose to believe that his threats were empty and try to turn him in. But, your plans are interrupted and you take an unexpected visit to Tannyhill.

Warnings: Rafe stalks reader...that's literally the plot. Strong & descriptive language, suggestive themes, death threat(?), manipulation, kidnapping (?). If I missed anything from this part that I should include in the warnings, please let me know!

Word Count: 3.5k

Author Note: Part Two is here!! I know this chapter is shorter than the previous, but I figured it's better to get what I had out. Also...I'm not sure if I like where this is going, so please share your thoughts about this part and ideas for future parts. Thank you all for the support on the first part of this story. Especially with this being my first work I've published on tumblr, I am very pleasantly surprised with how everyone has reacted to it. So, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! I love you all, thank you so much!!

CREDITS: The foundation of this fic was heavily inspired by/ based off of one of @faiszt 's bots on character ai. So, if you like this and you like character ai, I greatly suggest that you check out the bot!

The blinding morning light shines into your room through your curtains. You sit up and rub your eyes. You glance at the digital clock on your nightstand which currently reads: 10:34 am. Those sleeping pills really worked, you think. Your parents are already at the restaurant, probably just getting over with the morning rush.

Your eyes begin to focus, your brows furrow as your eyes land on one of the posts of your footboard. You lean forward to grab the pair of panties you had just worn yesterday which are hanging from your bedpost. You’re pretty sure you had put these in your hamper last night and wait, why are they sticky…? You wonder, you examine them and come to the realization of what it is. Immediately you toss them away, that was not from you. It was your stalker, it had to be. Of course, the first night you spend alone since four weeks ago and he already breaks in. And he does this? You think about his words, “tell anyone and I’ll come back and fuckin’ kill you”, shivers roll down your spine.

You hadn’t even had time to realize how horny you had been when you had woken up; and now that you have you feel so wrong. But your dream…oh god your dream. You can still remember it vividly, even more so the longer you think about it; you can see the face of the man who fucked you stupid in your dream. You know who it was, who your subconscious mind let you fuck while you slept. It was your stalker.

Without another thought, you’re in the shower scrubbing the shame and disgust from your skin—or at least attempting to. When you feel somewhat satisfied, which also happens to be when the water begins to run cold, you finally get out. Wrapping a plush towel around your freshly clean body, you lean over the bathroom sink and wipe the condensation from the mirror leaving just enough space to see yourself. Before the glass fogs back up you’re able to see a small part of what appears to be a bruise poking out from underneath the towel wrapped around your chest. You lean in closer using one hand to re-wipe the mirror and using the other to pull your towel down past your boobs. Looking back at the bruised area on your chest, you can see that the closer you look at it, the more it looks like a hickey. You just about stumble backwards at the realization.

You’ve had enough. After you quickly toss on some clothes, you grab your keys off your dresser with a shaky hand. You rush out towards your car and get inside, pulling out of your driveway carelessly and speeding off. When you arrive at your destination, you take a few moments to rethink this plan. You have to do this. You can’t keep living with some creep sneaking in your bedroom and touching you as you sleep. You twist the keys in the ignition and pull them out, you confidently strut towards the entrance of the building. When you feel the vibration of your phone in your pocket you pause, sighing as you reach back to take it out. When you read the random number, with the same Outer Banks area code as you, your brows furrow. Typically you wouldn’t answer a call from an unknown number, but something in you is telling you to answer. As you press the green button and bring your phone to your ear, you glance up at the building you were about to enter which reads, ‘Kildare County Sheriff’s Office’.

“Hello?” You ask warily.

After a few long seconds, the person on the other side of the line answers you. “Stop.” The man’s voice sends familiar chills down your spine.

“Excuse me?” You respond, your voice audibly shaky. “Who…who is this?”

“C’mon pup, you already forgot what I sound like? It’s already been that long?” Your eyes widen at the realization of who this voice belongs to. You’ve heard it one other time, well one time that you remember.

As your head darts around the parking lot looking for your stalker, your voice comes out in a tone that easily betrays you, revealing your fear, “No…no…what the hell do you want?”

Rafe smirks from his truck as he watches you from afar. “I want you to turn around and get back in your car, m’kay princess? And I highly suggest you do what I want.”

“Or what? What’s stopping me from walking in? Or from yelling for help?” You take a step closer to the building’s entrance.

“Stubborn, stubborn girl…” the man chuckles, “If you don’t get back into your fucking car right now, you’re gonna really fuckin’ wish you had just listened to me. I’m gonna get what I want no matter what, baby. You’re mine.” And with that, Rafe hangs up the phone, still watching you from a distance.

As much as you want to just run into the building and beg for help, you know that unfortunately since you’re a pogue, the cops aren’t going to believe a single word that comes from your mouth. In their minds, all pogues are liars and thieves. And since you don’t have the slightest clue on who the man you saw in your bedroom is, you figure there’s not much they’d be able to do even if they did believe you. So you reluctantly turn back to your car and get inside. The moment your door shuts you inside, your phone buzzes yet again with another call. It’s coming from the same number, but this time you don’t answer. This was your second mistake.

Rafe’s already pissed off. You went against his rules, you didn’t listen to him, none of this will work if you don’t listen. He thought he had been threatening enough that you’d behave, but clearly you need another scare. You need to be taught that disobeying him does nothing but hurt you more. When you don’t answer the phone when you definitely know it’s him calling, this is just the cherry on top; the icing on the cake. Rafe is fuming.

You drive out of the parking lot, breath heavy as you stay on high alert–searching for him. A truck suddenly pulls behind you, tailing right on your ass. You can’t see through the truck's front windshield due to the dark tint. You being paranoid, step on the gas and speed up a bit, well exceeding the speed limit. A few quick seconds pass by and you jump at the sound of sirens. It doesn’t take long for you to check your rearview mirror and realize that the sirens are coming from the truck behind you, which is flashing its red and blue lights. You let out a breath of relief. You’re being pulled over yet you’re relieved because it means you aren’t being trailed by your stalker. The feeling is short lived as you flick your signal on and pull off to the side of the road. You roll your window down and shut off the engine.

The officer approaches you and goes through the typical routine and you try to calm your nerves. All sound is drowned out as you get lost in your thoughts.

“Ma’am?”, the officer repeats. “Do you know why I’ve pulled you over today?”

The sharp and unintentionally threatening voice of the deputy snaps you out of wherever the hell it was that your mind had taken you to. “Yes, sorry sir, I…I was going over the speed limit.” You submit, wanting to get this over with. You can’t help but worry what your stalker would think if he saw this, he’d probably think you’re turning him in. But, you’re not. Really this whole thing was a misunderstanding, but you can’t explain that to the cop.

“And why is that?” He questions you ever further, his gaze staring at you intensely. You get nervous and want to look away, but you worry that might make you look guilty of something. You’ve been pulled over before, it’s not usually a big deal for you. However you’re just so goddamn nervous and need this moment to be over. You feel like you’ve done something wrong; like you’re hiding something. But you aren’t.

“I–I thought…I just got distracted sir, wasn't thinking about speed. I apologize for the inconvenience.” You catch yourself, technically you aren’t lying; you just aren’t explaining why you were distracted. The threatening words of your stalker still echo around your head. The deputy gives a small lecture as he writes up a ticket for you. Once he gets back into his truck and drives off, you rest your head back against the seat and let out the breath you’ve been holding. When you start your car back up and finally open your eyes, you look straight out across the road. You can see a tall man leaning against a truck parked across the road, staring right at you. The familiar grin on his face has you sick to your stomach.

After making direct eye contact with him, you pull off the side of the road and do an illegal U-turn so that you’re heading in the opposite direction, leaving the man behind. You know that he’s following you, so you drive around aimlessly until you get another call from the same unknown number. You want to decline, but you’re too afraid to face the consequences that might follow.

“What do you want?” You ask, voice full of faux confidence. The only thing you hear on the other side of the line is a heavy breath that causes your skin to become full of goosebumps.

After you’ve had a few moments to panic, he finally speaks, “Keep driving”. His words are not said lightly. This is undoubtedly a command, not an option.

“Keep driving to where?” You stammer with nervousness.

“Tannyhill.” He replies strictly.

“Tannyhill?” You question before being able to stop yourself. You can’t help the attitude that slips into your voice. When a few more moments of silence pass, you get more and more anxious for his response. “Hello…?” You ask quietly, wondering if you lost connection. Still nothing. “Hello?” You ask again with more volume. After another minute or two, you hear the phone beep; the call disconnects.

Why the hell does he want you to go to Tannyhill? It doesn’t make any sense. But you don’t exactly have a choice. He’s following you either way and it’s not like he doesn’t know where you live…and just about everything about your life. So, it’s probably best to just play along and obey his commands.

When you get close to the general destination, your phone rings with yet another call. You answer, already knowing who it's from. This time you don’t speak first, you wait to hear what he has to say. It takes a few moments, almost like he’s trying to wait long enough that you’ll talk. The silence starts to get unbearably awkward, but your mind is set on waiting for him to speak and Rafe doesn’t have the time to wait; having to give you directions and all. When he finally talks he doesn’t greet you. His voice breaking the silence startles you as he instructs you with the directions to get wherever it was he was forcing you to go.

“Wait…turn left h-here?” You ask, confused at his directions. You had missed the beginning of what he said since you had to collect yourself after being frightened.

He sighs in impatience, “No dammit, the next one. Were you not listening?”

“I…no I-I was listening–” you stumble over your words as you turn onto the street he wanted you to.

“Bullshit. You need to learn how to fucking listen to me, don’t you?” When you don’t respond, trying to focus on remembering the directions he gave you, it only serves to piss him off even further. “Huh?! Don’t you?!” He shouts into the phone as he follows behind you.

You whine in fear, “No..I can listen. I promise I can listen to you.” You practically beg. “J-just tell me where to go?”

Rafe directs you to his house, which you of course recognize as the Cameron’s mansion. You’ve heard about the Cameron’s, but you wouldn’t be able to point them out in a crowd or anything. Besides from the father, Ward Cameron, whom you’ve seen on the news several times. Is he a Cameron? As you park in the large driveway, you rack your brain trying to recall the name of the Cameron son.

His truck parks behind you, blocking your car in. He quickly kills the engine and exits his vehicle. You don’t notice him walking up to you until he’s yanking your car door open and pulling you out by the arm.

“R-rafe?” You mumble insecurely. He pauses to look at you, chuckling at your words. He mutters a quick ‘smart girl’ before retightening his grip on your arm and continuing to pull you into the large mansion. You start to cry, getting overwhelmed as you imagine the many possible scenarios that may occur. “P-please,” you manage to choke out. “What do you want?”

Unlike the last time you cried to him, this time he doesn’t stop. He drags you up one level of the large, spiral staircase; pulling you into his bedroom. As soon as you see the bed, you’re already feeling it beneath your back when he shoves you down just a few seconds later. As if you hadn’t already embarrassed yourself enough, you can’t help the tears that begin to stream down your flushed cheeks at a flooding rate.

“Wait…no, please, please!” The way you keep shouting and choking back sobs causes you to gag from how worked up you’ve gotten yourself. All the Cameron son does in response is lean back to get a full view of you as a smug grin spreads across his face. “Please, I—oh god, I’m gonna be sick…” You mumble, which is quickly followed by another gag that interrupts your constant sobs.

Rafe snakes his hand up from your arm to your hair, wrapping his first tightly around a large section of it. He tugs on your hair to force your head to look up at him, causing a small whine to escape your lips. “Shhh…baby, shhh…” He mumbles, his ‘worried’ tone working to oppose his previous amused expression. “Calm down, alright? Calm down. Ain’t gonna do nothin’ you don’t want, m’kay pretty girl?” The way he says that last part…you’ve never heard his voice sound like that before. You didn’t even think he was capable of talking in that tone. He sounds like he might actually truly care about you. You’re relieved; maybe even a bit…comforted by the fact that he might be telling the truth about not doing anything you don’t want. Well, besides having you basically held captive in his home.

“What…what are you gonna do?” You manage to choke out between sobs, trying to catch your breath so you can calm down.

“I just wanna talk to you baby. Alright?” Rafe mumbles your name into your ear, allowing you to feel his hot breath against the side of your face. Immediately you’re taken back to the first time you had met him, in your bedroom a few weeks back. You try to push that aside and bring yourself back to the present; the memory only brings back the feelings of complete and utter fear you experienced at that time. Not that the present was any better, hell, it was worse.

Hesitantly, you nod. He waits a few minutes to speak; waiting for you to catch your breath. Once you’re calmer, at least on the outside, he finally starts to talk. “I wanted to talk about my proposition…” He looks down at you, bringing his hand up to cautiously run through your hair. “Last time I got cut short…remember that?”

You nod. “I…I tried to warn you my parents would come home. I-I swear I didn’t tell them anything.” You say frantically, trying to prove your innocence.

“Hey, shh…it’s okay babe. I know. I know.” Rafe speaks slowly, his eyes never leaving your lips. He pauses to momentarily dart his tongue out to wet his parted lips. “I know. You haven’t told…you’ve been a good girl and listened to me, hm? Haven’t you baby? Haven't you been a good girl?”

You nod frantically. “I…I’d never turn you in…” The false seductiveness in your voice turns him off, if that’s even possible.

He pulls back from you and sighs, “Shut up.” He runs a rough hand over his buzzed head and begins to quickly pace across his bedroom.

“B-but you wanted to talk…” You remind him. The way his attitude was constantly shifting in great amounts had you furrowing your brows as you tried to figure him out.

“Yeah, I do. But not to a goddamn filthy, lying whore.” He retorts, a large grin appearing on his face while he watches your beautiful features move on your face, displaying your thoughts as you take in his words. “Just be yourself alright? I can always tell when you’re not you.” He says almost sincerely. “I want…I need you to want this. Don’t try to pull that fake crap on me ever again, yeah?”

Immediately you nod. “I…yes-”, you stammer, instantly regretting even trying to talk in the first place. Rafe chuckles, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He stops pacing and lets out a long sigh, turning to face you again. His steps pause when he’s standing just before you.

He leans down to whisper in your ear. “I really need this to work, okay…? This is good, this can be good for the both of us. I can help you; we can help each other, baby.” A silent tear rolls down your cheek from the fear of what’s to come. “I know…I know I messed up, alright? I know. But, you don’t have to be scared, baby. It’s all gonna be okay.” He brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Please…I just wanna go home, let me go home!” Your cries are ugly, and very, very real. The fear in your voice only worries him. Worries him that you may never get past this. But you have to. You don’t have another option. And he really, really doesn’t want to have to hurt you. That was never his intention.

“But you are home, baby. You are home.” He mutters as his fingers brush over your cheeks, smearing your tears. Your breath hitches at his words and your eyes slowly move up to meet his. This cannot be happening. Why is this happening? You think.

“No…please I…just let me go home. I won’t tell. I promise I won’t. I’ll…I’ll never tell anyone about any of this okay, I’ll never say anything about you.”

“I can’t do that, baby…you know I can’t do that.”

“Why not? I swear, I’ll never ever breathe a word of this to anyone.” You say enticingly.

Rafe sits down besides you, causing the mattress to dip and make you lean towards him. He puts an arm around you and his hand lands on the back of your head, pulling it into his chest.

He leans down to speak into your ear while his hand pets over your hair as you cry into his chest. “Because I need you baby, I need you. And I need you to let me take care of you, yeah? I know…I know you’re scared, but you don’t have to be. Just trust me okay…we’re gonna be so good together baby.” He tugs at your hair, gently guiding your face to look up at him. “Just listen to me and nothing will happen, I don’t wanna have to…do anything. I just need to know that you’ll listen to what I say.” Immediately you nod, going along with what he says. He tugs on your hair harder, eliciting a gasp to fall from your lips. “Ah ah, I know you can talk. You’re a big girl, now fucking act like it.” He says forcefully.

“I-I’m gonna listen, I’ll listen to you, just please, please don’t hurt me.”

He smiles softly as his eyes dart across your face, unable to pick a feature to focus on, everything about you is just too damn perfect. “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, not as long as you listen.” His grip loosens on your hair again. “But you’ll be begging for it soon enough.” Rafe’s whispers are enough to make your sobs start again; in which he pulls your head back into his chest. Your tears soak into his shirt as you have no choice but to cry into him.

To be continued...

Thank you for reading! I hope this was enjoyable. This part took quite a bit for me to finish, since life has been a bit busy and I haven't had much time to plan or write. I apologize for the short chapter, I'll try my best to make up for it with the next part! I never really feel done with anything and as I said before I'm not sure if I'm a fan of this part or not. So, if you have literally ANY feedback, questions, or suggestions, PLEASE feel free to let me know! I don't really have any solid plans for this fic so if you have any ideas I just might include them in future parts. And there's not much I won't write!

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years ago

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tw - mentions of kidnapping, controlling behavior, lyla is both Miguel's number stan and number one hater, and blood.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Hey, show a little faith. Have I ever steered you wrong before?” LYLA whispered, hovering just above your shoulder. You paid her a skeptical look, and she sighed, rolling her eyes. “Okay, whatever, but you know who programmed me! You cannot believe Miguel would be able to give me this shining sense of humor.”

That point, you couldn’t argue – even if you still had your reservations. With a deep, faltering breath, you slipped through the barely cracked door and into Miguel’s shell of a bedroom. It was dark, save for the faint red glow emanating from some half-finished electronic weapon he’d been revising and adjusting for as long as you’d known him, and of course, Miguel was still asleep. It looked like he’d made a half-hearted attempt to pull one of his thin sheets over himself before collapsing face-down on the center of his bed – which was, in all fairness, probably exactly what happened. You’d learned his routine, by now, knew that he’d likely only sleep for another three hours or so before dragging himself out of bed and back to his surveillance room. This might’ve been the first time you’d actually seen him in bed, rather than hunched over one of his many consoles or laid across a bench in one of the lesser-used hallways, having given into his exhaustion before he could make it anywhere more private. You didn’t like it. It reminded you too much of waking up in the middle of the night to Miguel looming over you, silently leering as you pretended not to notice him, even if there was a world of difference between what he’d done to you and what you dreamed of doing to him.

You stepped over the threshold, then paused. “Why am I here again?”

“Blackmail.” Miguel had mentioned off-handedly that LYLA couldn’t feel human emotions, just imitate them, but you could’ve sworn you heard a note of pure zeal in her voice. “You get the picture, I spread it around, and we both benefit.” Your phone buzzed, and you fished it out of your pocket. It was practically a brick (being locked inside Miguel’s spider-fortress meant you were blocked from contacting anyone outside of that fortress, apparently), but you still liked to keep it nearby. In the futile hope that you’d be able to call someone, anyone if you did ever make it out of Miguel’s reach, one day. “He still hasn’t gotten over the 2099-Burger. You’ve seen it, right? That was some of my best work, you should’ve seen—”

You shushed her, and LYLA flickered out of sight before reappearing on the foot of the bed, a polaroid camera now hanging from her neck. Slowly, carefully, you moved forward, only to pause when you actually reached Miguel. He wasn’t wearing anything, because he never wore anything aside from his nanotech and maybe a threadbare pair of sweatpants, if you caught him after a shower. It’d been too long since his last haircut. It was already splitting at the ends, fighting against his half-hearted efforts to comb it back and falling over his face, distorting part of his (relatively) peaceful expression. Even unconscious, he was frowning, but the dark circles under his eyes were less pronounced, his lips contorted into something that was more of a pout than his usual scowl. No wonder LYLA wanted a picture. There had to be more than a few Spider-People who’d want proof that their irritable leader could be something other than angry.

Half stalling for time, half trying to talk that better taste off of your tongue, you turned to LYLA. “Remind me why you can’t just take you own pictures, again?”

“Some of us are just a bunch of flashing light. Hot flashing lights, but y’know, lights.” She held up her miniature camera, and you looked away before the flash could blind you. “C’mon, you can’t say you don’t want to get back at him.”

Right. Getting back at him. This was supposed to be your way of getting back him. He kidnapped you, tore you away from your loved ones, locked you in a case of glass and metal, and you were going to help his AI assistant take a picture of him sleeping. The perfect revenge.

Digging your teeth into the inside of your cheek, you raised your phone, but before you could take LYLA’s picture and retreat back to your own room to sulk, an alarm you hadn’t set went off at full volume. You cursed under your breath, stabbing blindly at the screen in a panicked effort to shut it up before Miguel woke up, but an arm lashed out from Miguel’s heap before you could, catching you by the waist and dragging you into his chest just as the alarm mysteriously when silent. You clenched your eyes shut, bracing yourself for his claws embedded in your skin, for a growled threat, but nothing ever came.

You forced yourself to open your eyes and found that, despite everything, Miguel was still unconscious. You heard a camera shutter behind you – LYLA, her grin too smug not to be genuine. No doubt, you’d be able to see her handiwork on every screen she had access to by tomorrow morning - meaning, of course, every screen in Nueva York. “I thought you said you couldn’t—”

“He’s a deep sleeper. Very reactive, though – did I forget to mention that?” There was a pause, a wink. “Oopsies.”

You grit your grit your teeth. “Are you at least going to make him let me go?”

“Ah – flashing lights, remember?” Again, she flickered, reappearing an inch or so away from your face. “I’ll see you in the morning, lovebirds!”

You opened your mouth, but she was gone before you had the chance to protest. Still, you squirmed against Miguel’s vice-like hold, attempting to shove at his arm only for another to wrap around his midriff, only for him to pin you that much more tightly to his chest. There was a low, heavy grunt, then his nose nudging against the side of your throat, his lips ghosting over your skin. Slowly, instinctually, his fangs pushed into the curve of your neck, drawing out a pained whimper, a thin trail of blood. His teeth lodged in your throat, his body wrapped around yours, he settled against you, his breathing falling back into a steady rhythm. Making sure you’d stay where you were until he woke up – whether that was in one hour or eight.

It was all you could do to take a deep breath, close your eyes, and hope LYLA would lead you to a swifter death, next time.

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mj-iza-writer · 4 months ago

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Stockholm Syndrome Vibes. Special thanks to @weirdthingweee for the request.

Whumpee had fallen asleep on their back. It was quiet in Whumper's room. They barely even woke up when Whumper crawled into bed.

"Goodnight", Whumpee tiredly whispered.

"Goodnight", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee was woken up by a loud snore a while later. They sat up and glared at Whumper.

"I told you you need to see your doctor about that snoring", they mumbled.

Whumpee rolled over and felt their nose.

"Why is it running?", Whumpee sat up again. They could see discoloration on their fingers in the dim light.

Whumpee hurried out of the bed and ran into the attached bathroom. They attempted to look into the mirror, but they had to hurry to the toilet.

"Whumpee?", Whumper sat up straight when they heard Whumpee throwing up. "What's going on?", they slid from under the covers and went to the bathroom.

Whumpee shook as they looked up at Whumper.

"I don't know."

Whumper reached for the light switch.

"Igh", Whumper grimaced.

Whumpee had blood dripping from their chin onto the toilet seat and floor. Droplets also trailed along the floor. Whumper guessed they would find more blood on the bedroom carpet and even Whumpee's pillow.

"What did you do... knock yourself out during a dream?", Whumper knelt down and reached for some tissues.

"Nuh", Whumpee stated as Whumper started to squeeze their nose.

"Don't tilt your head back. That's probably why you threw up.... you swallowed to much blood already, your body had to get rid of it", Whumper glanced into the toilet, "and by the looks of it you had swallowed a lot."

Whumpee winced as Whumper squeezed their nose harder.

"Hold that there for a few minutes. I'm going to clean some of this up", Whumper stood.

"Kay", Whumpee whispered, "reminds me of when you hit me that one time."

"That was a while ago", Whumper nodded, "I wonder why you're bleeding now though. We got past those days. I haven't hit you in years. I didn't hit you in my sleep did I?", Whumper looked at them with concern.

"No, you woke me up with your snoring though", Whumpee grinned.

"Hmph", Whumper chuckled, "I guess that was a good thing. This time, at least."

Whumper went on cleaning the floor.

"I think it stopped bleeding", Whumpee peaked out from the bathroom.

"Oh good", Whumper sighed, "nothing like a bloody nose at three in the morning."

"Where should I sleep now?", Whumpee looked down shamefully.

"Uh, in my bed like normal", Whumper looked back at them. The pillow already has blood on it, so it's not going to get any dirtier. I still need my Whumpee sized heater beside me to keep me warm."

Whumpee looked toward their pillow and saw the cover had been changed and it was now wrapped in a towel.

"Just in case", Whumper smirked, "can't have you getting blood on everything."

Whumpee nodded.

"Go ahead and get back into bed. We can clean the rest of this tomorrow. I'm too tired right now", Whumper yawned, "I'm going to the bathroom and going back to sleep."

Whumpee nodded.

"Could you tell your dream bullies to not beat you up", Whumper watched Whumpee walk past and crawl onto the bed.

"I'll try", Whumpee sighed, "can you tell your doctor that you have a problem with snoring, and that it is keeping your slave awake."

"You're not my slave.... you're my special baby", Whumper turned to walk to the bathroom, "and occasionally my pain in the butt."

"Who kidnapped who?", Whumpee smirked, "you asked for this."

"I said I was sorry", Whumper spoke over their shoulder, "you just looked so sweet when you walked past me. I just couldn't stop myself."

"Would you do it again if you knew this was how we would end up?", Whumpee's smile dropped. They had been nervous to ask that. "That snuck out... I'm sorry."

Whumper peaked out of the bathroom. Their face calm and serious.

"I wouldn't do it again if I knew this would have happened."

"Oh", Whumpee looked down.

"Because, I wouldn't want to kidnap you. I would hope I would be in a better mindset and be able to treat you well. I caused a lot of pain to you and I'm sorry for that. I only try to make it up to you."

Whumpee looked up quickly, "I would want that too."

Whumper got into bed and pulled the blankets up for them both.

"Try to get some sleep. Let me know if something else happens", Whumper sighed in relief.

Whumpee's eyes had already gotten heavy again.

"Amazing, you just woke up with a bloody nose. Plus, you threw up blood. Now you seem incapable of keeping your eyes open", Whumper chuckled as they tenderly moved Whumpee's hair away.

"Mmm sorry", Whumpee mumbled.

"It's alright. Get some sleep my dear", Whumper whispered.

Whumpee closed their eyes one last time.

Whumper listened to Whumpee's heavy bleeding for a few moments before turning over to go to sleep.

It was quiet in the room, or at least until Whumper started snoring again.

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AO3 List PT.2

here's part 2 of my favourite bts fics on ao3 ♡ if you have any of your own recommendations feel free to tell me I would love to hear them ♡ some contain smut so no minors do not interact find pt. 1 here...

s- smut a- angst f- fluff

all of btssmutgalore’s work (sadly they aren’t on tumblr anymore)

all of univsa work

all of personasintro's work

the collector by joonswhistle f s a

↬ An aspiring art collector hires you to acquire pieces on his behalf. The catch is, he wants to remain anonymous. You’ve never taken on an anonymous client before, but he promises a higher commission than normal – and you can’t help but be extremely intrigued. Now to puzzle out who he is…

roommates with benefits by joonswhistle f s a

↬ You and Namjoon are roommates. You're both really horny one morning. So you come to an understanding:

1. It's not a regular thing.

2. It happens on the couch.

3. Kissing is allowed.

4. Condoms, always.And just like that, you're roommates with benefits

seoul underground by hunniejimins s a ft. jungkook

↬ You're a crime & corruption journalist for one of the most esteemed newspapers in Seoul currently investigating drug trafficking in Hong Kong. A hit is taken out on you and as a twisted stroke of luck, a member of a rival gang inadvertently saves you - Jeon Jungkook. He kidnaps you and brings you to the gang's kingpin, Kim Namjoon, who initially had plans to kill you, but a certain bracelet ends up buying you time. Things only get further complicated when they realize who you are and what you can offer them.

Namjoon and Jungkook both fall in love with you and it's a mess, but monogamy is overrated anyway, right?

Covenant by fringesofsanity f s a

↬ You are betrothed to Kim Namjoon, the heir of a real estate mogul. To say that it was a fairytale romance would be erroneous. You’re instead loped in the sad tale of the rich and melancholy.

Faith by AndrastesChosen f s a

↬ It's time to let yourself believe in someone. You're probably an idiot for it, but you're going to put your faith in this man named Namjoon. (AKA You fall in love with underground rapper Namjoon and make a difficult choice so he can follow his dreams)

Partners by btssmutgalore f s a

↬ As a part of a literature assignment, you get paired up with Kim Namjoon, a guy you’ve never even heard of.

the wedding arrangement by sugalights f s a

↬ You are in love with your best friend, the only man who matters, Kim Seokjin. Unfortunately, he's just gotten engaged to someone who isn’t you. Even more unfortunately, he expects you to help plan the wedding alongside Kim Namjoon, his other best friend and, based on your first meeting, just another judgemental jerk. Putting aside your distaste for the sake of your friend’s happiness, you both set about giving Seokjin the wedding of his dreams. Following a rough and satisfying affair at the caterer’s, you strike an unusual deal: you and Namjoon will be enemies with benefits until the wedding is over. And after six months of wedding planning, you both just might learn that weddings aren’t usually the end, but a brand new beginning.

formula for love by bluesxde f s a

↬ newly single and in the midst of a bitter divorce, with a custody battle thrown in, chemistry professor kim seokjin tries not to fall in love with the new library assistant. and fails, horribly

The Stranger by btssmutgalore f s a

↬ When your plane hits turbulence, you start panicking and tell some of your biggest secrets to the attractive stranger sitting next to you.

Before Your Very Eyes by vyduan f s a ft. myg poly au

↬ After decades of being friends, Y/N finally realizes just how attractive Yoongi and Seokjin are and wonders why she never noticed. Except, Seokjin might be getting back with an ex and Yoongi is a permanent fuckboy. Is Y/N just desperate to get laid or does she love them? (And if she loves them, is she too late?) Oh, and also, THEY WERE ROOMMATES (but there are three beds)

Amalthea by Daechwitatamic s a

↬ You can count on two things in life. One: that your lifelong best friend Minji will always be there for you, in your corner, your brightest star. Two: that you'll never be free from her older brother Seokjin's orbit - the gravitational pull is just too strong.

Paris For A Day by automnesleaves f a

↬ On his last stop of his European tour to spread Korean culture, Kim Seokjin, the South Korean president's son, plans to escape his duties for a day to enjoy the sights of Paris with your help.

In other words: a slight adaptation of Roman Holiday, one of my favorite romantic films.

arranged by obiwrites f s a

↬ If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her. But what happens when Hoseok starts to realize he doesn’t want you to be her? That there might be more than meets the eye with you?

piece by piece by underthejoon f s a ft seokjin

↬ a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you.

tip 143 (for ∞ seconds of love) by minlouvre f s

↬ Even though he is everything you find attractive in a man, your friend and co-worker Jung Hoseok is just exactly that - a friend and co-worker. For some reason, you have never found yourself attracted to him even though all the girls and guys around you go absolutely crazy for him. But that all changes for you one night while scrolling through Heart2Heart, a sex live cam website...

the december of our adulthood by vyduan a

↬ Jimin collapsed all over you and the middle console from his seat in a fit of giggles and did his best to tease a smile back onto your face. “Thanks for picking me up so early on a Saturday morning, Y/N. You’re the best friend a guy could ever have.” Even after all these years, you couldn’t control the dip of disappointment at his words. It wasn’t that you didn’t love being Jimin’s best friend. It was more that you knew you would never be anything more. You grunted in acknowledgment and pushed the sadness down, burying it under years of practice and half truths. You would be content with what you had. You would be satisfied with the love Jimin was willing and able to give. You were not entitled to anything more. It was enough. It was enough. It was never enough.

when we were young by bluesxde f s a ft. jungkook

↬ returning to the sleepy seaside town you grew up in is the last thing you want to do, and the promise of seeing your long-time crush jungkook is the only thing keeping you going. when you fail once more to tell him how you really feel, you're left with no other choice but to accept the help of your long-time enemy and general pain in the ass, taehyung, to get jungkook to notice you, with surprising consequences for everyone involved.

4 o'clock by jincherie f s a

↬ prompt: “Why are you crying, It’s only you and me here, Me and you, Oh you”

Even if it weren’t for the two twins that had endeared you so, you were sure you would have eventually been drawn to the beautiful soul of Kim Taehyung, like a planet to its star. single parents au hybrid au

Enemy by btssmutgalore f s a

↬ Taehyung may be cocky, but he has every reason to be. After all, he never gets turned down by women – at least not until he meets you.

Replay by hamsterclaw s ft. myg threesome au

↬ Taehyung's your roommate - you get along fine, you do your own thing and stay out of each others' way. Your relationship works perfectly the way it is, you don't want or need anything more out of it.

the dinner date by univsa f

↬ pretending to be on a date with your best friend to get a free meal at the fancy restaurant jeongguk works weekends at doesn’t sound so terrible, all things considered. there’s just one small problem: you’re pretty sure you’re in love with the aforementioned best friend.

beauty by Jananakookie f s a dad au s2l

Who defines what beauty is or where it comes from, and what does it even mean? Working in an industry that is hardly about anything else, and being the father of a gorgeous little girl, Taehyung always thought he must have a clear view on that issue. You, on the other hand, lost sight of the sheer concept of beauty a long time ago. But maybe you both have no idea after all. And perhaps the beauty of life itself will teach you the true meaning behind it.

too good to be true by cupoftae18 f s a idol au

Kim Taehyung is a world famous idol in the hit K-pop group, BTS, and you are his personal stylist. Per your contract with Big Hit, he is absolutely, 100% off-limits, and yet, you are completely and hopelessly in love with him. You’ve spent years trying to shove your feelings down, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore and hide them, especially considering the way Tae always treats you. He’s affectionate and protective and sometimes outright flirtatious, but that’s how he is with everyone, right? Confused, frustrated, and lovesick, you find yourself wondering if it might finally be worth risking your career and your heart to find out.

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gothic-aesthetic-gal · 2 months ago

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Old Scars (Part 18)

Ledger!joker x reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job ✨️

Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, threat of violence, weapons. ANGST Beyond this i'm not sure, i'll update these when I write more.

Part 18 -

I slept deeply for so many hours that it was pitch black by the time I came around. I found I was alone and disoriented as I struggled to work out where I was for a moment, peering into the darkness as I sat on the edge of the bed. Whilst I shook off the confused images of my fading dream, I thought I could hear voices. Men's voices, and more than one.

Quietly, I picked my way acros the floor and slipped out of the door into the hall. I tried to be silent with each step as I approached the kitchen, stopping just short of the doorway to listen in. There were more of them than I had expected, and even without seeing them, I felt a little afraid. When the only familiar voice met my ears, it was somewhat comforting to hear J.

"There are three locations for this, all of them are important," he said.

There were murmurs of agreement from the others.

"What about Maroni?" one of the men interjected.

"What about him? We'll deal with him later. Now listen closely," J replied, the hint of irritation in his voice was like a snake winding up for a strike.

The men fell silent again.

"I need you to put the drums, here, here and here. Then we'll rig up the charges. The detonator needs to be long-range."

"Alright, but what about that building there. There could be a lot of people in that one?" Asked another of the men.

"Your point being what exactly?" J countered.

"Well, what if one of them spots us?"

"They won't. We'll be covert."

"And, if the blast damages that block too?"

"Collateral. If you want to make an omelette, you gotta break a few eggs."

J's casual tone pierced me like a knife.

I knew what he was, but I had been distracted by whatever feelings had begun to take root in me; I had lost sight of this side of him. The revelation of the Joker as he was, as I had first met him, burned. He was dangerous, callous and cruel. I felt sick. I wanted so badly to pretend I hadn't heard any of this.

As I moved to head back to the relative safety of the bedroom, my shoulder caught the faded plastic receiver of the wall-mounted phone - a relic of the appartment's past. I managed to catch it before it hit the floor but the clatter of plastic as it came off the hook had already betrayed me.

I hurriedly replaced it into the cradle and darted as quietly as I could back down the hall. I closed the door as softly as I could and practically threw myself back into the bed, tossing the covers over me and turning to face away from the door. I felt my whole body tense in agonising anticipation as foosteps entered the hall.

I cursed my clumsiness and willed myself to stay as still as I could in the total darkness, barely able to draw a breath. A hand was on the door, unlatching it and a bar of light from the hall illuminated the space. Someone stepped through, and pushed it closed softly, leaving only the tiniest sliver of illumination. With each step towards the bed I felt as though my heart was being squeezed. They stopped at my back and I could hear my pulse, blood rushing, in my ears. There was only this and the silence in the room with us.

I could smell the faintest hint of familiar smoky cologne and realised it must be him. At first I felt a tiny bit relieved, but my heart soon dropped as I heard something which sent my hair prickling up my spine:

The clack of a knife springing open.

Silence again poured over me, drowning me as I was forced to remain frozen in place. He seemed to stand there for so long with the open knife in his hand that I began to wonder if he was trying to decide what to do. The entire time my brain was eating itself, desperately trying to think of some way out of this. Should I move as though I was stirring? Or was it better to stay stock still? Was he debating whether to kill me? Did that mean there was a chance I could persuade him not to?

Still silence. Each second was agonizing. My throat burned as I tried to hold my breathing steady.

It took everything in me not to flinch as he finally broke out of the stalemate and reached out a hand to touch me. He bent over me and stroked the hair which had fallen by my cheek with a delicate tenderness I didn't think he was capable of. I still didn't dare to move. Then he gave a kind of frustrated sigh and I heard him put away the knife before his footsteps retreated again. The door opened and closed softly and I gasped in relief as soon as I heard him go down the hall.

As I lay there in the darkness, I began to wonder what they were plotting. People were going to die, that much was certain. My mind was plagued by the harsh reality which had so suddenly been forced into it. How could I have let myself get so tangled up with him? Killing off mobsters was one thing, but this was different...

The words of the crooked cops wound their way into my troubled mind. They had accused me of whoring myself out to him, of pursuing him like the women who seek out relationships with serial killers behind bars. It wasn't true then; the idea had disgusted me. But what about now? I wasn't able to shake the images of what I'd let him to do me, or the feeling of shame at how much i'd enjoyed it.

I curled up into a ball and stayed that way until long after I heard the men leave. I felt so stupid for not taking my chance to escape several times over. Why had I agreed to stay? I had no cellphone, and no one to call if I did anyhow, and until he left I would not get another chance to walk out of the front door without him knowing. I chewed my nails anxiously, trying to workout what I could do.

The sound of him moving around the apartment only heightened my anxiety. Would he consider killing me again? Did he do this every night while I was sleeping? I thought about the weapons stockpile in the other room. What if I took something? Could I use it in defence, or even, could I kill him first? I desperately scrabbled around in my head trying to formulate some kind of plan.

The sound of the door latch made my breath stick in my throat as he entered the room. He flicked on the table lamp and sank down onto his side of the bed. Then he kicked off his shoes and laid down beside me with a rumbling sigh.

I felt his cold hands snake around my mid-section and pull me closer to him. What would have been so comforting just a few hours earlier now felt like a trap. I continued to pretend I was sleeping while he held me, occasionally stroking his thumb against my bare skin. His breath was tickling my shoulder blade as I kept my eyes tightly shut.

It took a long time but eventually the relaxation of his grip and his slower breathing confirmed he had fallen asleep. I was terrified of waking him but I had to get out. I figured until I was fully clothed and about to step out of the door, if he did wake i'd just have to act like I'd got up to shower or eat - just behave as normally as possible. I very, very tentatively slipped out of his arms.

He stirred and I froze, but saw that he quickly resettled without me being in his grasp. I rose up from the bed, slipping along the length of the wall. I wasn't even sure of the time, but it didn't matter. I had to go. It had to be now. I gathered my duffle bag and made it out of the bedroom door. I was too afraid to turn on the hallway light in case it woke him, but knew I had to be careful not to knock the phone down again. As soon as I made it into the blue room, I hurriedly threw on a pair of sweats and a jumper. My fingers were shaking as I laced up my boots and bundled the t-shirt and shorts I had been wearing back into the bag, on top of the clothes and makeup I had put in there back in one of the warehouses.

Here I paused, just for a moment. I felt too afraid to consider where I would go, but I knew if I wanted to have a chance of laying low, I'd need cash. I hurriedly searched the room and it wasn't long before I came across a couple of stacks of dog-eared bills. I stuffed them into my bag and then set to looking at the contents of the crates. Most of the weapons were far too big and specialist for me to consider using. I needed smaller things.

In the end, I pocketed a taser and a handgun. Sliding the magazine out of it, I was able to compare it to the ones it had been laid on top of in the crate. They looked identical, so I took them with me as well. Suddenly, I wondered if the taser also required cartridges and went back to where I'd picked it up. Sure enough, there they were. I stuffed three into my bag. For good measure I grabbed a baton and a set of brass knuckles.

Not wanting to risk being discovered raiding his supplies I hurriedly zipped up the bag and slung it over my shoulder. As I was about to pass back into the hall, something made me pause. On the chair to my right, within reach, was the porcelain face of my carnival mask. I wanted so badly to pick it up, but with the realisation that the bells might give me away, I stopped short. I hurriedly crossed over to another crate and took out a knife. It was stupid but I didn't want to leave it behind so I hurriedly yet meticulously cut each golden bell from the tips of the triangles framing the face, gripping each one to dull the sound. I placed them one by one in a line on the carpet and pocketed the blade.

With the taser in one hand, and the mask in the other, I tip toed my way to the front door. I felt so sure he would know, and be waiting there to laugh at my foolishness for thinking I could outsmart him, but he wasn't. I slowly turned the key in the lock and it clicked open. I could still hear his distant snoring over the buzzing of the refrigerator and figured I was in the clear. I stepped out into the crisp night air and gently closed the door after me.

As soon as I made it down the steps, I bolted like a hare knowing the hunter is at his heels. I ran, and ran, my breath coming out in big swirling clouds of vapour. I darted across the desolate industrial landscape of the docklands, until I finally crossed into the fringes of city blocks, the old tenaments towering over me. I couldn't run any further and had to drop into a fast walk instead, only stopping briefly to stuff the mask into the duffle.

I turned this way and that through the streets until I hit the nearest station. Panting for breath, I staggered up the steps and onto the idling train car just before the doors hissed closed behind me. There were only a handful of other passengers and I collapsed into one of the seats.

I didn't know where to go or what to do, so I decided to ride the trains until I could figure it out. It would help to randomly switch directions occasionally; I didn't want to be tracked down. The fear of discovery was still looming over me - I had just stolen from the Joker and run away into the night. He was not likely to take it well, even if he had promised I could walk away. What had I done? I was in an ungodly mess of a situation... I held my head in my hands defeatedly as the city lights flickered by and the train rattled over the elevated tracks.

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WoT Rewatch (2x05-2x06)

Spoilers for what we know so far for season three and through book eleven, knife of dreams.

2x05

I love how varied the costumes are for the Seanchan Blood. So much variety! And we get some really good insight into their culture in this scene.

Also... is Turak related to the Empress? He has a fully-shaved head, and I think the only other person in the books who has a full-shaved head is Tuon. Is this something known in the books one way or the other or is it just a show vibe?

Double-checking book info, it does seem like being full-shaved means you're part of the Imperial family, and that Turak was also fully-shaved in the books, so he was always part of the Imperial family. Okay! I think I didn't add those pieces together before but it kinda makes sense that if one member of the Imperial family was the head of the formal Return, then another member of the Imperial family was in charge of the Forerunners.

But yeah the stylization, the heirarchy, all the different rules people follow. They did a really good setting it up. And having Turak explicitly believe that he's acting 'for the Light' like the Whitecloaks do, and that the whole reason that the Seanchan are here is because they believe that they need to "unite" the country in the name of the Empress "under the Light".

Also - the importance of the power of the Horn is emphasized here. Again.

Fain really is a much less independent character in the show than the books but he also seems to be a lot more trusted by Ishy.

Poor Rand has learned he's in a horror movie.

The True Power looks suitable for a horror movie too.

Moiraine does a very good (if ruthless) job of covering their tracks as they escape. She successfully double-bluffs Lanfear.

And we really do see the "casual cruelty" that Moiraine is about to mention. That man was straight-up helping Leanfer and she kills him like swatting a fly. I do think she does her best to hide this side of herself from Rand through the rest of the season. She knows he wouldn't approve. I wonder if that is going to continue into s3 -- her trying to hide her cruelty towards others from Rand.

Perrin and Elyas have their big clash here over motivations -- Elyas only cares about wolves & wolf people, while Perrin has strong ties to his people and his friends.

Poor Rand learns that his job isn't done. In fact, Moiraine's plan made everything worse, by freeing Ishamael!

Moiraine is so confidently wrong here. "If he frees them all, we have no hope of winning the Last Battle."

So glad Perrin has Hopper with him. ❤️

Perrin sniffing and getting wolf visions! But it's a sad one about Uno's corpse.

But there's not only a dead Uno but a live Aviendha!

And we get Dain Bornhald, who has a lot more tension with Perrin here than in the books lol

Yeeeah, Dain recognizes Perrin's wedding ring as "Two Rivers work" and that's how he guesses where Perrin is from.

Ugh, this fucking guy who runs the inn now. Fine with the Seanchan because it meant the previous innkeeper left (because her granddaughter was kidnapped by the Seanchan to be forced into being damane) and so he got to take over her inn. Wild to me that some book readers are okay with book!Mat basically turning into this guy (during CoT & KoD). I am so so glad that it feels like the show is taking a firm stance on Mat's moral character right now, and tying him into being one of the Heroes and us showing the Heroes in opposition to the Seanchan (not just in the final battle of the season but with Uno dying rather than bowing to the Seanchan). They just all feel like pretty deliberate choices that reassure me that show!Mat is never going to become this douchebag innkeeper who is willing to overlook slavery as long as he's not the one in chains.

Valda really does take any coincidence as proof that the Light wants him to 'question' people at knifepoint. Aiel show up at the same time as invaders from completely the opposite direction as the Aiel Waste? Wow, they must be related!

"He's still so young. I must remember that."

Thanks, Lanfear. Very creepy of you. I love how much her whole way of carrying herself is different now that the ruse is over. We saw hints of this woman before in 'Selene' but now she's out in full force.

Oh, this scene with the Brown sisters is so sad knowing what Nyomi really thinks of Verin. But at least we have Yassica! 🤞 Let's hope that she doesn't die!

Our poor kidnapped babies!

This convo between Liandrin & Nynaeve is good. Liandrin has so much bitterness in her.

I really love this moment of petulant temper that Suroth shows towards Ishamael. I like that her being a Darkfriend doesn't override her being an arrogant Blood. Her culture and her 'noble upbringing' still very much marks her behavior.

Hmm, Turak's death potentially plunging the Empire into civil war is another point towards me going, "oh yeah he's a member of the Imperial family".

So Ishy is making the same mistake that Moiraine made last season - he's trying to skip the prophecies and go straight to the Last Battle.

"People shouldn't be in cages." ❤️

Great intro for Aviendha. ❤️🧡

Perrin trying again to be protective over a woman and is shown she doesn't need or want it.

Lol her face when he asks her not to kill Dain.

Dain does see Perrin's gold eyes here.

Our first on-screen mention of TAR! Moiraine avoids telling Rand she can't channel, just says that she can't use the OP to keep them awake.

Rand exposed to the idea of political marriages here. Don't think he's impressed.

Liandrin (presumably) whammied Sheriam pretty hard (or maybe it was Nyomi who did it, since she used a similar-seeming weave on Verin & Adelas in the sneak peek. but we don't know if the two of them are working together yet or not).

I hope Yassica is somewhere safe in 3x01! She knows things! That's dangerous.

Gawyn name drop!

I note that Nyomi isn't present for Yassica's realization that the Black Ajah exists. Hopefully that makes Yassica safer!

Ah, Liandrin and Suroth. Technically on the same side but they hate each other so much. We may see a similar dynamic between some of the Forsaken next season.

Yeah, Liandrin is PISSED that she has to hand over the girls. And Ishy not meeting her personally feels like another sign that Liandrin is not currently in his favor.

And given how shocked Liandrin was to see that Nynaeve was in the White Tower, I think freeing Nynaeve was probably more about getting Suroth into Ishy's disfavor rather than believing they could actually escape.

Perrin-Avi romance teased but then shot down. And some Aiel lore!

Aviendha trying to figure out how explain the most basic concepts to Perrin when he doesn't get them at all.

Elayne and Nynaeve's rough beginnings here. Elayne trying so hard for caution while Nynaeve is focused on their mission (and rebelling against what she feels is Elayne's high-handed manner).

Verin in her head: "you are a LIAR, Liandrin."

Another great scene between Anveare & Moiraine. Correctly clocking that Moiraine doesn't have a clue what to do.

It's so sad how highly both Moiraine & Anveare think of Barthanes. He let them down in the worst way possible.

The TAR pajama party! Fun times. I like the mix of Old Tongue & modern.

"Desperation opens the mind to more interesting choices."

Ishy thinks he knows Lanfear well enough to predict her but doesn't keep a close enough eye on her plans to realize that she's also trying to use Moiraine as a pawn.

Mmm, yeah, what Lanfear says here ("is your little Aes Sedai pushing them along the way?") backs up my theory that Liandrin got her toys yanked away because she messed up.

Ishy calls everyone in the EF5 incorrectly except maybe Nynaeve ("fears power" but even there idk if that's quite on the money). Mat isn't his; Perrin embracing the wolf won't bring him closer to the Shadow; Egwene does not crave power for its own sake. He might be closer with Nynaeve because of how much time Liandrin spent with her.

(Court of the) Nine Moons name drop. So if a certain prophecy is mentioned next season, the pieces will be in place for observant viewers to make a connection.

Our poor Egwene.

If Egwene is stronger than any damane seen in "a long, long time", I wonder if that means Alivia is cut from the show. Or she's old enough to go past "a long long time" and not count. Maybe Suroth doesn't know about Alivia. That strong a damane seems likely to be reserved for the Imperial family.

We get the confirmation of Lanfear's past love being LTT. Also, gotta say, turning to the Shadow to try to win back LTT... yeah, that's the stellar decision-making that I expect from Lanfear lol. Great choice, babe. I'm sure that worked out really well for you. LTT was super-impressed with your life choices.

Rand half-naked and bound to a representation of the Wheel- never has a truer understanding of the books and Rand's entrapment by fate been shown. A+

2x06

This episode is really difficult to watch but I am so glad it exists. I like that the show forces viewers to take an unflinching look how horrific the damane breaking process is, because Jordan does mostly have it take place off-screen, which I think let some readers minimize what a traumatic experience it was for Egwene (and every damane) and which, in turn, helps explain (along with the big real-life time gap between TGH & CoT) why a large subset of readers had no issue with Mat trying his hardest to fall in love with a sul'dam, because Jordan allowed readers to gloss over what horrific things the sul'dam do. And the show says "nuh-uh, you don't get to ignore this" and I appreciate that so much.

But it is definitely brutal and hard to watch.

I imagine that the choices the show made this season will have (and were meant to have) a big impact on how the Mat-Tuon romance will play out - Mat being one of the Heroes, who are shown in direct opposition to the Seanchan's ideology (via Uno dying rather than bowing to them), Renna & Seta dying this season, the changes to how sul'dams and searching for damane work, etc. Very intrigued by how that might play out in the future.

Even in that first shot, we see the water jug that symbolizes Egwene's struggle against Renna.

We can hear screams in the background. 😭

"I will have to hurt you until you tell me." Attempting to remove her own moral culpability from the cruelty she engages in.

Maddy's physical acting here is so good that it makes me cringe. Looks so painful!

Rand and Lanfear's first real conversation. Of course, they are both in this with an agenda.

Yeah, Lanfear says straight-up here that she's been 'protecting' him from Ishy in his dreams. Wonder if he's thinking back to all those nightmares that he's been having under her 'protection'.

Rand and Lanfear each trying to play each other (though Lanfear has a lot more practice at it). This seems likely to be a big part of their dynamic next season.

Moiraine is wondering if she just fucked up big again.

Mat is so light and loose here. ❤️

Elayne and Nynaeve's fight here is so perfect - makes sense and is funny.

Nynaeve and Ryma's interactions in this episode are everything. So good. I am so glad Nynaeve was given the chance to bond with and learn from a Yellow Sister.

Lanfear poaches Liandrin from Liandrin, and we see both her manipulation & her cruelty here.

"The last tie to the girl you used to be."

That gives me some thoughts on how Lanfear might approach things with Rand next season.

We see the horror of the damane system here but the episode does not neglect how terrible the da'covale system is either, with the way that Suroth treats Loial. The dehumanization & the mockery.

We learn later that Lanfear is the one who directs Ingtar to the Horn, and we know from the books that he's a Darkfriend, so we have that connection there. Another way of her interrupting Ishamael's plans to substitute her own.

Yeah, seeing the sul'dam bracer up close, it definitely reminds me of the bracer that Nyomi stole from the 13th Depository.

"If you want to be free, make sure Mat leaves with [Rand]."

Yeah, I think Ishy was wanting Rand & Mat to travel to Falme on foot, a months-long journey, which would give him plenty of time to have Egwene broken and Nynaeve captured by the time they arrived.

Siuan is off visiting Caemlyn again.

Lan doesn't trust Alanna & co, and they don't trust him. A very tense scene. Yeah, Lan wasn't trusting them at all in the earlier ep. But this encounter helps Lan to trust them! They were willing to kill him if they believed he was a Darkfriend!

And Alanna gets the Dragon Reborn bombshell dropped on her head.

Hmm, I wonder if Lanfear realizes that giving this dream to Rand and then 'protecting him' from Ishty in it, after her earlier claims, might only help him realize that she was the one behind his earlier nightmares rather making him trust her more. Because this is the same nightmare that he's been having under her 'protection'.

So going back to what she said to Liandrin, I can actually see her motives for trying to kill Egwene later on being about trying to cut off 'the last ties to his boyhood' as opposed to sexual or romantic jealousy.

Lanfear holding out Egwene as a lure to Rand, probably both glad to have something to use over him but jealous as fuck over the reasons.

And we see that Rand really did see the real Egwene in the dream.

Poor Maigan.

Nynaeve & Elayne showing their loyalty to Egwene. ❤️

Team Light works out both how to open the a'dam and the truth of sul'dams here. We don't see the conversation on-screen this season but I am kinda assuming that, unlike the books, the Wondergirls will share this info with Moiraine & the boys.

I really like the details at Barthanes's cuffs and collar.

Moiraine really has cultivated an inability to trust anyone unless forced. It likely saved her life in the past but it is definitely making it harder for her now. Even Siuan and Lan, she pushes away when she worries that she no longer has the ability to protect them.

"If you want power, you take it." Very like Lanfear's philosophy, what Logain says here.

Cauthor reunion!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Never getting over this! Rand smiles like he hasn't smiled all season! Mat tenderly touching Rand's head! Mat wipes tears out of his eyes! And Mat really was the best person for Rand to reunite with first out of the EF5 because he wronged Mat the least with his pretend death (since it happened after they'd been separated) and Mat did something similar to all of them, so the scales are more balanced. They have some fears in common and can understand each other's motives.

And Mat's main motive seems to be to get Rand to talk to him & open up.

Elayne the inventor, studying the ter'angreal. Ugh, it's so heartbreaking hearing Ryma's story. Two dead Green Sisters, and Maigan captured.

Renna feigning being a ~good~ sul'dam who just wants to be friends with her damane but is easily pushed into brutality when her patience reaches its end, when Egwene doesn't hand over loyalty and affection on demand. Because having that kind of absolute power over another person is a corruptive influence all on its own.

Renna making Egwene burn the tree that brought her comfort. 😭

Nynaeve and Elayne's little moment here us so good.

"I left them behind." Mat can understand Rand here so well, and he's so sweet. And Rand immediately reciprocates. Rand knows that Egwene in Falme is a trap but can't not go.

So yeah, this second Cauthor roadtrip was Ishy's goal but first Min and then Siuan get in his way.

"My mate, who I've been telling you about." Mat has been gushing about Rand to Min. 🥰

Yeah, I'm glad that Mat & Min are going to get to sort things out next season (I assume).

"I genuinely thought you were my friend."

😭😭😭

"If you love him, stay away."

😭😭😭

This reunion went so hard.

Moiraine learns that she's run out of time. Siuan is here, with enough Aes Sedai to shield (or gentle) a male channeler, probably even the Dragon Reborn.

Mat watching Rand from a distance with teary eyes, and Rand's sad resignation to traveling to Falme alone (before Lan's ambush). Babies!

Poor baby Egwene. *eternal hugs*

Ryma's teaching methods compared to Liandrin's.

Ryma & Basan's fight against the Seanchan is so good. And heartbreaking. I hope we get to save her next season. I like that the ways she channels against the Seanchan feel like they use her healer's knowledge of the body.

And there's another reason why Nynaeve was the one to go testify against Liandrin - to return the rings that Ryma entrusted to her to the flame.

And we see the Warder bond as both strength AND weakness here. Both are important.

Just. Instant, involuntary tears during this whole section. The intense sadness for Egwene and Ryma and every woman forced into this horrorshow. The way seeing this horror bonds Elayne and Nynaeve in their determination to save Egwene.

And Renna adding insult to injury by pouring out the water after Egwene can bring herself to pour it. And Egwene's scream of pain and despair.

But then the steel entering her eyes again at the end. She's still got plenty of fight left in her, even if she broke for a moment in this episode.

#wot #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot rewatch #butterfly watches wot #wot s3 spoilers #wheel of time s3 spoilers #the wheel of time #wot book spoilers #knife of dreams #wot 3x01 spoilers

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~Manhwa AU- A Fairytale Do-Over~ Pt 3

A/N: Writing has been so hard recently and there's no reason for it. Other than making me mad I think >:( But here's the next part! I'm going to start making a taglist for this series, so reply if you want to be added so you'll be alerted to the next part being posted! thank you and have a grand time reading! Word Count: 3.7K Pairings: Sibling Leona & Farena Warnings: Alluded to child neglect Lilia's cooking Prev / Next

A month had passed since Malleus’s birthday and Yuu still refused to accept any of Lilia's requests for playdates.

She sighed, turning the page of a book she remembered never finishing. Her family's personal library had become a small sanctuary for her recently. The magically enlarged room was like a maze; towering dark wood shelves filled with books that were easy to get lost in without a map. A hidden nook close to the three floor-to-ceiling grand windows, the enchanted fireplace crackling peacefully while Yuu or her fathers would rest on overstuffed decorative pillows reading together. The perfect place to run and hide from a very overzealous bat fae who wanted to feed her a ‘home-cooked meal’ to make her feel better enough to come visit the imperial palace. Yuu only needed to glance at the pot of noxious black sludge to be given a traumatic memory of what would happen to someone who ate Lilia's cooking…

While Lilia was more than free to chase her around the manor, her father was quick to stop the fae from running after her into ‘his library’. The family library obviously held the precious books of the Crowley family; Yuu’s favorite playscripts and fairytales, Divus’s historical fashion logs and his various past fashion sketchbooks. Dire even kept a small collection of older spell books in the room, some possibly older than the empire itself. Lilia's cooking could melt the bones of a whale, Yuu was sure of it, divine only knows what it'd do to a poor flimsy book.

So, the library was safe. For now at least. There was no telling where her parents would forbid her from entering in the name of her ‘health’ if they worried anymore.

Her parents continued to grow more and more concerned over her personality shift. They thought she didn’t notice, standing at her bedside in the middle of the night and speaking in hushed tones about what to do. Her papa would sit on her bed and run his hand along one of her braids while he grilled her father on what he was doing to get a mage doctor to their home.

Yuu couldn’t use magic, so she wasn’t entirely sure why her papa thought a mage doctor was needed (Only a few days later did she realize that her papa thought she had been cursed. Which was possibly true, time travel and all…). Dire had managed to deflect each time Divus asked, tucking her tighter into her covers before leaving the room, a silently furious Divus following after him. They’d try to broach the topic during breakfast each morning, asking if she had anymore strange dreams, if something new had appeared in her room, or even if someone had spoken to her.

It didn’t ease their concerns when Yuu denied anything new or strange happening, but Yuu wondered how much they would panic if she said something did happen. While it could potentially be funny, she’s almost completely sure her fathers would put her through an intense magical purge ceremony that would actually make her ill.

Sighing, Yuu closed the book, placing it on her reading nook’s ‘to be continued’ pile. It had been at least an hour since Lilia had shown up to the duchy, her parents had hopefully either sent the old fae home or were having a discussion over wine. Leaving Yuu to freely walk around the library again.

Thumbing through a book on gardening (though the pictures were more interesting than the semi-faded blocks of text), Yuu suddenly felt a chill creep into their spine. Kalim had described the feeling to her once, recounting one of the many tales of failed kidnappings and assassinations; the feeling of being watched.

Yuu did their best to remain calm, following Kalim’s advice. It's no good to let them know you know, act as nonchalantly as you could until you were in a safer location. (A conversation that had originally terrified them, only for Kalim’s beaming smile to promise that no harm would ever befall his dearest friend. Not so long as she had him and Jam-)

Swallowing, Yuu slowly closed the book and started to walk down the aisle. Maybe they were just there to steal something and Yuu had unfortunately been in their line of sight. A notion that was quickly dashed feeling the eyes stay on them and the sounds of footsteps following them. Yuu hates to admit it, but she panicked and broke out into a sprint.

Whoever was following her remained silent, keeping up with her easily through the turns and weaving between aisles. A part of her wanted it to be Lilia, since the worst that could happen was she'd have to have a bite of whatever he brought masquerading as a stew. Then again, that might actually kill them…

Panting, fed up with the sudden game of cat and mouse, Yuu ran around a corner and turned around quickly. The heavy book on plants raised in the air over her head and thrown blindly to whoever was chasing them. A multicolored blur appeared from around the corner, narrowly dodging the book in a sloppy side step. The two children looked at the heavy book on the ground, the thud it made echoing through the library briefly but the true horror was the fact the book had nearly exploded on contact with the ground. Pages of text and a stray beautifully illustrated flower fluttering to the ground in their silence.

The other child stared at the pile of paper that was once a book, blinking in shock before turning to Yuu with a glare and crossed arms, “What, are you trying to kill me?”

Yuu blinks then yells at the boy, poking a finger furiously into his chest, “You were the one chasing me!?”

The boy huffed, rolling his eyes and swatting her hand away, “I was just playing around. You're the one throwing ancient texts at people.”

“It wasn't ancient.” Yuu hoped it wasn't ancient. But, casting a glance at the pile, Yuu wondered if they were stronger than they remembered being as an eight-year-old…

Shaking her head, she brushed off the concern. The book was probably just…very old (please not ancient), her father would be able to replace it easily or fix it, “Anyway! Why are you in here? I've never seen you before.”

The boy raises an eyebrow, almost sneering back at her, “I'm a guest. Why are you scurrying around here like a rat?”

“Like a-I live here, you shithead!”

The boy stepped back, eyes wide in shock either from her yelling or from realizing who she was, “Wait…you're the Crowley girl?”

“What of it? You haven't even introduced yourself to me in my own house!”

Rolling his eyes again, the boy stepped closer to walk a slow circle around her, studying her with a sharp eye, “It's just surprising, ya know? Rumor has it, you're supposed to be sick as death in bed. Not taking any visitors nor going to any of your little friends’ socials.” He smirks, tilting his head, “But instead of seeing some sickly child, I see a little rat who's healthy enough to throw books with deadly force.”

“...” Yuu frowns, nearly sneering at the smug boy, “I'm not going to stand here and listen to some boy in a hand-me-down dashiki-...you're Leona Kingscholar.”

Leona was taken aback, tilting his head, “How do you guess? Other people wear dashikis, you know…”

Yuu nodded, but pointed to various areas of the garment as she spoke, “Yeah, but very few have actual gold embroidery on them. not to mention the overall state of it; it's faded but only in high friction areas. Meaning it was for casual wear instead of formal seeing, again, the authentic gold threading. And the sleeves's been stitched up, not professionally since it's affected the appearance of the pattern. It's not concrete, but that's normally a sign of sentimental value since it's merely to keep the fabric intact instead of presentable to the public.”

“...” Leona sighed, crossing his arms as he looked off to the side annoyed, “And that clearly shows you're the child of Duke Crewel. Only someone with his textile-obsessed blood would deduce me as a Kingscholar from my clothing rather than being a lion beastman…”

“Who else would I be? Though my parents love each other, they aren't having another baby anytime soon. Plus, I'm already an only child…”

Leona coughed, struggling to hold in his laughter before clearing his throat to speak, “I assumed you were Duke Crowley's oh-so-elusive student I've heard the adults whispering About. Many of them were pretty pissed after learning their darling little brownnosers weren't going to get access to your family's private collection of ancient grimoires.”

Yuu's face pinched together, eyes scanning along the floor as she dug through her mind. Just like a normal dream, her past life had quickly started to fade from her memory as the weeks went on. Anything past her 12th birthday had become hidden in fog though anything before then was slightly clearer. But even so, she had no memory of her father having a student of any kind. In fact she's not even sure her parents allowed other children in their manor besides her, she couldn't remember ever hosting a playdate at the Crowley duchy at least…

“My…my father doesn't have a student? At least I've never met them…”

“...” Leona hums, short and absolute, as though he had gained a piece of a puzzle no one else had noticed on the table yet. Yuu watched in real-time as Leona made the mental decision to keep said piece to himself.

The beastman smiles, his ears flicking only once in what could only be excitement, “Interesting…oh well. It's only a rumor after all.”

Yuu rolls her eyes. From memory, Leona did have a bad reputation as a troublemaker, “Fun. You still haven't told me why you're in my house though. I'm pretty sure the Kingscholar duchy is to the east of the capital, not the north.”

Leona shrugs, fingers gliding over ornate spines of books before he pulls his hand away, making a face when it comes back covered in dust, “My brother is getting a measurement done. He brought me along claiming I could be fitted for my coming-of-age robes if there was time.”

“...But your 10th birthday has already passed, hasn't it? You should have had them by now.”

“...” Sighing, the beastman clicked his tongue in a moment of annoyance, “Shut up. You don't even know anything…”

Yuu tapped her chin, thinking hard about what she could remember of the Sunset Savanna clothing culture, “You're supposed to get them on your tenth birthday, As a rite of passage right? Thanking the gods for allowing you into your first stage of life or something like that…” Lord, just how much knowledge about clothing did she have at this age? It was hard to tell what were bits and pieces from her past life and what was simply drilled into her young by her papa.

Leona was quiet, looking away from Yuu's curious expression, “It's a ceremony of blessings. In the Savanna, once a child reaches ten, it's thought a number of bad omens aren't able to take hold of them anymore. But that also leaves them vulnerable to omens that plague adults. So either the community chief or head of the house is supposed to anoint them; bring them the blessing and protection of their family or community's ancestors…”

Yuu nods, Dire had talked about the ceremony once or twice, having barged in during one of her lessons with Divus to deliver unasked-for information, “Your father is the heir to the Sunset Savanna kingdom, but he stays near the Noctorn capital to build alliances. As the Savanna prince, he'd be liable to use the family sword to-”

…

Yuu paused in her stream of conscious babble. The ceremony could use a number of items to bless the child so to speak. Her father had told her of a number of ways he had personally bore witness to; an elderly woman shaking a branch over children, fine gold dust being spread on cheeks in patterns, even fresh spring water being poured over their heads and clothes.

But the Kingscholars, the Kingscholars used a sword. Tapping the unsheathed blade along the shoulders and then once against the forehead.

Looking at Leona, she finally noticed that one side of his bangs were longer. Dark brown waves that framed against a eye that was a shade lighter than the other, slightly hiding the clean vertical line of raised dark pink skin.

“...” Yuu bit her lip, wondering…if she should ask, “...Leona…how'd you get that scar?”

Leona stared at the floor, gently pressing a claw down the still-sensitive skin.

Leona sat beside a vent in the hallway, legs pulled up to his chin and arms wrapped around them. He was looking down to the ground, eyes unblinking as he listened to his father rant and yell.

“-utter embarrassment! And you want to reward another one of his tantrums!?”

Farena’s voice rings out, softer yet still carrying the hard edge his father's had, “I'm not rewarding him. I'm taking him with me to my appointment with the Duke Crewel. Leona's only getting a fitting if there's time-”

“You don't need that design book then! That mutt of a duke doesn't need it because he isn't making traditional garments. Especially not for that-”

“Enough!” Leona could hear the snarl in his brother's voice, clearly able to imagine the fury on the face that matched their father better than his ever did, “Just because you're upset Lord Lilia hasn't responded to your letters yet, doesn't mean Leona is at fault! I refuse to let you place it on him just because he acted out on the prince's birthday!”

“BAH! So you admit it! He's acting out and you're-”

“I'm giving Leona his due! You know damn well he was supposed to have his ceremonial dressings last year. You were supposed to send for someone from the homeland to fit him properly! You were supposed to bless him! You go on and on about how back home we are kings and not dukes and should act as such, and then you treat your own son like he's less!”

“He is LESS! Sickly! Defiant! Brazen! He's been weak and less than since the day he was born!”

“...How…DARE YOU!? Don't you dare blame that fever on Leona! He only got sick because you forbade the physician from tending to him when he got hurt! He may fully lose his sight in his eye because you wanted to punish him!”

“He should have never touched that sword! That is for the heir or head of the house! The true princes of our family line, he had no right to touch it!”

“We are all the princes of this family. Grandmother rules the Savanna in your place while you continue to make fancy with dead royalty you never even liked.” The rustling of papers, a flourish of fabric, “I'm leaving for my appointment, I'm taking Leona with me and that is final.”

It was soft, angrily and bitterly mumbled as Farena stomped out of the room. The sound of his father's liquor cabinet opening, the older man muttering, “Leave him there while you're at it.”

The sound of Farena slamming the door made his ears hurt.

And that's how his brother finds him, back against a wall with his eyes pressed into his knees and arms to hide away his tears. Farena sighs, kneeling down and putting a hand to his shoulder, “Leona-”

Leona quickly shrugged his brother’s hand away, moving to stand on his own and rubbing harshly at his eyes, “I don’t want your pity, Farena-”

He was pulled into his brother’s arms, the older prince breathing calmly in an effort to center Leona and himself. Farena pulls away once he feels Leona untense his body, smiling and brushing the younger boy’s hair from his face, “It’s not pity…No matter what we become to each other. Know that I never pitied you…”

“...” With a final sniffle, Leona rubbed his eyes one last time before he nods, “Okay…”

“Come. We have to leave if we’re going to have time for you to get your fitting.”

“...It was an accident.”

As though that wasn't the most heartbreaking and concerning thing Yuu had ever heard. But Yuu wasn't going pick at an already tender wound, “I see…what…what was the Sunset Savanna like? There’s a lot of various areas like deserts and jungles, right? Was it fun exploring there?”

“I wouldn't know. In theory, I know what it's like there but I've never been, I was born here.”

“Oh!?”

Leona nods, “My brother remembers moving though, he's told me stories and every now and again we get visitors or refugees coming to our duchy.”

Yuu hummed, looking down the aisle, “I think we have a book on the Savanna somewhere…” She waved Leona away, “There should be a table with snacks around. Wait for me there while I go get it.”

“Don't you order me around…”

She was already walking away, looking over her shoulder with a glare, “Just go eat some snacks while I go find the book.”

Finding the book wasn't too hard. The library was normally organized weekly, though even then random books would appear in the wrong place. Luckily, Yuu was able to find the book of their desire easily. Pulling it off the shelf they nearly fell to the floor at the sheer weight of it. Huffing, maneuvering it in their arms to rush off to her and Leona's meeting spot.

The other young lord was luckily seated at the table, picking at the selection of cookies and other finger foods left out. He looks over, snickering at seeing just how much she was struggling, “Poor, sickly, Yuu. Even a book is too much for the grand lady now…”

Yuu glared over the large book, managing to haul it with her onto the stool before dropping the book on the table and releasing a cloud of dust. Her expression turns malicious as Leona starts hacking and coughing, sending more dust in his direction as she opens the book and lets the heavy pages fall to the table.

Leona waves the dust away from his sensitive nose, glaring through his teary eyes as he sneezed again, “Brat.”

“Bastard. Your family is the reigning line, isn't it? So you'd have stayed in the capital, right?”

For the next hour, the two spent their time looking through the book, Yuu asking him questions for a more in-depth look at the foreign land. And while Leona had never been to his homeland, he still knew more than Yuu and was more than elated to lecture the younger girl on what she had gotten wrong.

Soon, Leona could hear his brother calling out to him in the distance. He looks to Yuu, tugging on her hair to gain her attention, “I’ve got to go, my brother is calling me.”

Yuu nods, closing the book and holding it out to Leona, “Here. You can take this home with you.”

“Why are you giving me one of your books?” Leona still takes the book, tucking the hardcover under his arm and looking at Yuu in question.

Shaking her head, Yuu smiled, “Not giving it to you. It’s a loan. So you’ll have to come visit me again.”

“...” Leona laughs, short and behind his hand before returning Yuu’s smile, “Deal. I’ll come visit again since you clearly need someone to ramble to. I’ll bring the book back when I feel like it.” He ruffles Yuu’s hair roughly, making the younger girl almost fall over from the force of it.

“HEY!” Yuu smacks at Leona’s hand, pouting as the beastman runs out of the library to meet his brother. She sighs, trying to smooth down her hair lest her papa see her with her hair in disarray.

Leona Kingscholar was a troublemaker, that was the common trait anyone could give him. She remembered bits and pieces of her fathers talking about the young lord, each of them remarking what a shame it was. Leona wasn’t as physically strong as the rest of his family, but the younger lord was smarter, a fact his father always overlooked in favor of his older brother. Yuu couldn’t remember the two brothers ever having a negative relationship. Then again, she remembers one of the Kingscholar brothers leaving with their father back to the Sunset Savanna when the queen mother is on her deathbed. Sadly, she couldn’t remember which went.

If anything, Leona would be a good person to talk to if she went along with her plan. Breaking ties with Malleus was impossible, but her other two playmates would be easy enough, though it would be painful. And while it had only been a few weeks, things settled well enough. Malleus didn’t ever send her letters anyway, she would simply stop sending him letters. The hardest part would be breaking her friendship with Kalim and running from Lilia’s visits.

Leona wasn’t meant to be a replacement in any way. The youngest Kingscholar was almost isolated from others because of his abrasive attitude a trait Yuu unknowingly shared. Even if they didn’t become anything more than library friends, they’d at least have each other to speak to this time around.

Leona looked out the window of the moving carriage, the borrowed book resting in his lap while his brother rambled on.

“-weirdly thorough. I had thought we’d have more time for your fitting, but it wasn’t in the cards this visit. I did leave the book of designs with Duke Crewel, though. So when I go back for my second fitting, I’ll make sure you can see him.” Farena looks over, frowning as Leona doesn’t respond to him. Sighing, he tugged on his little brother’s ear to gain his attention, “How about we go out for lunch? We don’t need to head home just yet.”

“...” Leona’s eyes glance down at the book on his lap, smirking as he looked up to his brother, “I met a ghost in the Crowley library.” “You what?"

You made it! Have some art I did of the babies and their outfits in this chapter

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #yuu oc #leona kingscholar #farena kingscholar #manhwa au

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eternalfics · 1 year ago

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hihi!!! first ask ever so sorry if this comes off as nonsense ahhh 😭😭😭 but i was wondering if you could do like a saiki k x male reader? where male reader transfers into pk academy and is like teruhashi in terms of looks but in terms of personality, he's a more socially awkward quiet and introverted person? so whenever a whole group of students swarm around him, he just freezes in place like he doesnt know what to do and waits for someone to save him like a teacher 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

awkward..?

a/n: hi pookie bear 😘 totally understand you and hope you request more! I was kind of in the writing mood 2day anyway so 😌

warnings:

summary: you find yourself in an awkward situation in the new school you transferred to? is it gonna get better? worse?

okay, this wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be? just a couple stares and gasps as you walked around the school, completely lost.

sure you could have asked a student, but the way they just stared at you in shock when you asked them creeped you out. was there something on your face?

oh! what about that girl with blue hair talking to somebody? it’s rude to interupt a conversation, but it’s just a quick question, it won’t hurt anybody.

you walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. you squinted your eyes slightly from the light she gave off, is this normal? “excuse me, do you know where class-“ you paused. your eyes bulged out of your head. she was gorgeous! you weren’t really looking, expecting that she wouldn’t say anything too but when you met eyes with her you didn’t realise that she was that pretty!

“hm?” she smiled at you gently, waiting for you to say what you were gonna say. come on y/n, she probably dosent have all day and that girl next to her with short brown hair looks.. sad? it’s fine. “do you know where.. year two class three is?”

“oh yeah, I’m in that class!” the girl grinned at you. “my name is kokomi teruhashi, by the way,” teruhashi introduced herself. “come on, I’ll show you where you have to be,” she grabbed your hand and lead you to your class. is she an angel?

after awkwardly introducing yourself in front of the class, sitting in front of a pink haired weirdo and having a few people stare at you, class was over! you were having a good day so far.

as you stepped out of the class, people started to quickly surround you, asking a lot of questions or admiring you way too close.. is this what it was going to be like everyday? girls giggling and squealing over you? you felt trapped and a bit flustered.

“what’s your name?” “let’s hang out some time!” “can I do your homework?” most of the girls questioned you. you should have known this would have happened, now your a frozen, awkward person in the hallway, currently getting harassed 😢

you also saw a guy with purple hair with a furious expression. he was looking at you too, is he jealous of the attention? what is wrong with this school..?

you blinked for a second, and pop! your on the rooftop! what the hell just happened, first you got actually got some girls, now there’s witches in this school? oh, there’s that pink haired weirdo that you were sitting in front of, STANDING. RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. YOU.

is this a dream? it totally is a dream because it’s not normal for a pink haired to kidnap you on a roof top. saiki, who was so offended after being rudely insulted as a ‘pink haired weirdo’ two times already, was already getting tired of your thoughts. just for one day, he wanted to do something nice for someone and he gets this.

“u-uh, thanks for getting me out of there,” you said, scratching the back of your head. “atleast he actually has some decency to thank me for that,” saiki thought. he nodded, turned around and started walking away.

“wait!” you called out to him. “not this again,” saiki thought as he turned around. “what’s your name?” you asked him with a gentle smile. “saiki kusuo,” he replied with a blank expression, before walking away. wow, he really didn’t want anything do to with you. but at least you gained a new friend! we’ll see..

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⋆౨ৎStar Girl (Part Three)⋆౨ৎ

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖masterlist⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ [fem reader] contains: kidnapping, blood, angst pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: troubles throw a wrench in yours and billy's plans author’s note: tagging @phantomamor because <3 babes you really helped me with this last part and with this entire au <3 thank you all for being so lovely and supportive of this series! my apologies for the wait on this last part <3 enjoy! Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

The fascination anybody felt with you was everlasting, bound to stretch the eternities just like you.

Billy could feel it now as you spoke to the vendor before you, the diamond he'd so dangerously retrieved in your hands. The man had given him a decent price, but you'd stepped in, starting to speak to him in a language Billy only knew bits and pieces of. Your tone was firm, but still with a tint of sweetness to it. You were still you after all.

The second you'd begun to speak, he'd stepped aside, unsure exactly what you were doing but trusting you anyways. The vendor looked a little taken aback, but he finally nodded, saying something begrudgingly. You smiled and turned to Billy. "He's gonna give you eighty instead."

His eyebrows shot up, lips parting. "Eighty?" That was twice the original price, three times what he'd expected to get.

You stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "You worked so hard to get the diamond, you risked your life. The least you could get is more money for it."

Billy laughed a little in disbelief, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You're a wonder darlin', honest."

While waiting for Billy's reward to be counted out, you leaned back into his chest, his arms around your collarbone. He'd been hesitant about taking you outside the ship given the status of you with his gang, but figured this was an early enough time of day that it wouldn't do any harm.

You were no longer wearing one of his shirts- the first thing he'd done upon landing was go find a kiosk selling dresses and fetch one for you. He had to admit that he missed seeing you in one of his button downs, but you were ethereal in the blue, flowy thing he'd picked out, as radiant here as you would have been wearing a ball gown. Just peeking out the slit of the dress when he looked down, there was pretty garter hugging your thigh, the point of a glass dagger restrained by it.

Billy had presented it to you just before leaving today, and the excitement in your eyes was a lovely thing to behold. He'd smiled as you tucked it under your dress, telling you it was "Just a precaution, angel." He wasn't going to have his girl walking the streets unarmed, even though he wouldn't be letting you out of his sight for a second.

He was glad he'd brought you out- the way you were looking around so excitedly was worth it alone. The way you bounced excitedly on your heels and squeezed his wrist whenever you saw something you liked was ecstasy. There weren't enough words in any language to emphasize how much he loved you.

Indeed it had been a time for firsts.

Before last week you had never kissed before, had someone to lie down with. These were beautiful things he got to teach you about.

He didn't consider having to teach you about bad things too.

One night you'd sprung upright in bed, clutching your chest and gasping, eyes blown wide for someone who'd been asleep a few seconds ago. Always a light sleeper, Billy had woken with you, seen your distress and pulled you into him. He wrapped his arms around you like wings and held you tight into him. "Shh. Baby, you're okay. You're safe, you're okay."

"I was having...a...dream," you hiccupped, fisting his shirt. "And then...it...turned...bad."

"Slow down, sweetheart. Deep breaths." Billy rubbed your back, breathing deep in and out so you would do it too. "You're gonna work yourself up." He kissed your hair, scratching your side gently.

You slowly but surely began to calm down, holding his wrist in your hand. Billy rocked you back and forth, watching the storm within you quell. "Shhh, sweet girl. It's okay."

When your breathing was steady again, you looked up at him with wide eyes, and he knew what you were asking. "'S a nightmare," he whispered, barely disturbing the quiet of the ship. "Like a dream, but scary."

Brow knitting, you cuddled back into his chest. "I've never had one before. It felt real."

"'F course it did, sweetheart," he murmured, carefully lying back down with you. Billy lifted the hem of his shirt, maneuvering it around you until it was off, tossing it away. You pressed your cheek to his chest, the sensation of his skin on yours untensing your muscles. He slid his hand under the shirt of his you were wearing, settling a warm palm on your lower back. "D'you wanna tell me what it was about?"

You were quiet for a moment. "You. You were gone." The confession shredded his heart in two, and he buried his nose in your gold-streaked hair.

His stomach dropped. Truthfully, when he'd imagined what scenarios would play out in your subconscious, he'd imagined something like your kidnapping, what the Seven Rivers had done to you. He didn't even stop to think you might be worried for him.

"'M right here, baby." Billy reached down to your waist, pulling you to rest between his legs with your head on his chest. You let out a little sigh, shifting to get comfortable. He was content that he had been able to calm down. But it terrified him that he couldn't protect you from everything.

Reaching up now, you touched his arms, thumbs rubbing him there. He kissed your temple. Ever since the day he'd been injured, you'd been clinging to him like he was the last thing in the world, trying out what he'd taught you. Your lips had touched every bit of his face and then some, every kiss setting his heart blazing. He loved that you wanted to have him near like this.

As he looked at you now, light as the air and happy as always, just watching the surrounding crowd, there was such an air of innocence about you.

You were glowing in the light of day, a goddess in your own right. Billy couldn't help staring- it didn't matter how many times he woke up next to you or even looked at you. He would always be enchanted by every little detail you exuded. The best of the universe gathered together in your shape.

Turning in his arms, you kissed him lightly, smiling adorably afterward. Billy's own smile was sparked by yours, and he lifted you up by the waist, letting you stand on his boots so you could reach. "Hi angel," he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. In the sunlight you shimmered like glitter, and he swore whenever you walked a trail of magic followed like fairy dust.

When the vendor passed him his money, Billy shoved it in his pocket, turning his attention back to you. You clung to his arm, squeezing him there and smiling adoringly up at him. "Everything okay?"

"Perfect." He took your hand, unable to stop touching you for more than a few minutes. "C'mon sweetheart. I owe you some cuddles."

You bounced on your heels, a spark lighting in your eyes. Billy was about to lead you away, wishing the walk was faster. He could practically feel the mattress under his back already, his hand maybe sliding up your skirt-

There was a shout from nearby, and he froze mid-step, startled by it. You squeezed his hand, and he pushed you a little behind him, protective instincts flaring like a fire.

A crowd was forming a little bit away, and you stood on tiptoes, trying to see what was going on. He smiled. His curious girl.

"Let's see what all the fuss is about," he said, rubbing your fingers and letting you lead him over to the crowd. When you were still craning your neck, he slid his arms around you, lifting you up to his eye level. A smile bloomed over your face at the motion, and he pecked your cheek, turning to the scene finally.

What he saw made his veins freeze like ice.

A woman restrained, her hair golden and loose, struggling against the surely rough hands of an officer wearing the official patch of the IJF. He was shouting, but the brazen remarks fell blurry on Billy's ears.

There was a man standing a few feet away, his yelling adding to the chaotic swirl. He was holding his arm, a gash dripping crimson onto the cobblestone. "She stabbed me. Did you see? She stabbed me-"

"My blood isn't yours to take," she snarled, shiny freckles catching the light as she whipped her head to look at him.

"Both of you shut it," the officer barked, restraining the woman in handcuffs. Now her chest was heaving, and he could see the fear in her eyes. It reminded him of-

Turning to you, he saw your round eyes and stiff limbs. You slowly lifted your gaze to his, a wild desperation in it. That was a woman just like you, another person of the stars, the same blood running through her veins. She was practically a sister. He could knew what you wanted to do before you moved.

Billy's arms tightened around you, and he swung one down to lift your knees, anticipating your next actions. "Let's go."

You struggled, looking over his shoulder as he began to walk away, boots clunking rudely. Tugging on his shirt, body twisting in his arms, your breathing sped up, voice nearly tearful. "We have to go...we have to help her-" Billy shook his head once, and your fist pounded his chest. "Billy. Billy put me down-" your voice was as serious as death, and you sounded mad.

"You can't do anything for her now...honey..." He patiently held firm to you, sucking in a breath when you tried to undo his hand from your waist, nearly making him drop you. "Don't do that, sweetie."

There was a tear on each of your cheeks like sunspots, and his heart broke. Your breath hitched and you began to cry, taking his face in your hands and trying to turn it back toward the scene. "Take me back...please..." Every syllable was broken, like a crumbling bridge.

Painstakingly, he ignored your words, not pausing once in the journey back to the ship. Having been involved in a crowd often targeted by the law, he knew if not anything that in the heat of the moment, two people in the same group would be seen as one. He wouldn't risk the officer seeing you and finding some reason to take you away too, especially if you tried to help the other star-woman he was detaining.

No matter how right you were to try.

Billy only put you down when he was in the ship, shutting the door quickly. But at that point, the fight had been taken out of you, and you stood in front of him, eyes trained on the ground ashamedly.

He moved cautiously to you, reaching out to grasp your hands. You still wouldn't look at him. Taking in a breath, Billy was about to say something comforting maybe, when you rushed forward, burying your face in his chest.

Warm tears bled into his shirt, and he secured an arm around you, pressing the other to your head. There was no need to say anything.

In all his years collecting bounties, he'd never held anything near as precious. For all the places he'd travelled, his eyes had never taken in anything as beautiful. You were the reason the word treasure was invented.

And he was no fool. He knew what he had and he knew to keep you safe.

You made his lap look like a throne.

Sitting with your legs on either side of his on the mattress, skirt pulled up your thighs, kissing him slowly, he could have mistaken you for a deity. Your hips were rocking slightly back and forth into his, as if you weren't aware of it. One of his hands was tangled in your soft hair, the other on your thigh, rubbing up and down. You liked those little comforts during kisses, he'd learned, and it only made him love you more.

He kissed your nose, pulling back for a moment. Wrapping his arms fully around your waist, Billy rolled you over, making you laugh as he held himself up above you, dipping his neck to kiss your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your nose again, just because you were so cute.

Neither of you had spoken about the day in the market since, although it had shaken you, he could see. Knowing you didn't want to bring it up, he showed you he cared instead, giving you extra loving day and night.

Both of your arms was flung above your head atop your hair, which was spread out like a halo. Billy gave you a fond look, kissing your collarbone and letting his chin nestle between your breasts. The dress you were wearing was cut deep in the neck, and so he had plenty of access to your skin.

You hummed, your chest vibrating under his chin. "Billy?"

He kissed your tummy. "Yes, angel?"

That got a little smile out of you, and you slid a hand into his hair, scratching his scalp gently. "Don't you have to be to the other ship in twenty minutes?"

"Ah-" Billy kissed your tummy again with a smack, sliding his arms under your waist and rolling you over, making you dissolve into giggles. "But that's in twenty minutes." Your hair fell on either side of his face like a curtain, and he stroked your cheek, nudging your face closer to his. "So gimme some more kisses, darlin'." He knew how much you loved them.

You giggled again and pressed your lips to his, eliciting a satisfied hum from him. He blinked lazily at you, gathering some of your hair and pressing it behind your ear just so he could touch it. Where you had been hovering over him a bit before, now you let your body nestle in, chest pressed to his as you rested your chin on folded arms. "I don't want them to suspect anything."

"They won't suspect a thing." Billy sat up, his big hands under your arms to steady you. He pressed one, then two kisses to your nose. "Ain't the first time I've been late cause I was kissin' you."

"Yeah?" Your knees were bent, positioned under his arms as you sat facing him between his legs.

"Yeah." He stroked your thighs, and you smiled sweetly before untangling yourself from him and standing up, leaving him with his legs sprawled out on the bed. Billy made a disapproving noise, reaching for you again.

You straightened your dress that he'd artfully messed up, adjusting the top back over your chest. "You should hurry and get it over with."

Billy held out his arms, playing his final card. "You sure? We could have some cuddles 'fore I leave." He said it in a tempting way, shifting comfortably on the bed.

When you bit your lip, he could practically hear you considering. You loved cuddling more than you loved kisses, which was saying something. He'd never met anybody who liked physical affection as much as you, and it heartened him. That was something he could give in abundance.

For a moment he thought he had you, but then you shook your head. "No. I wanna have longer cuddles later."

Sighing, Billy dropped his arms, swinging his legs to the edge of the bed and reaching for his boots. "Alright, alright." He stood, stopping right in front of you. You were giving him a look that suggested you were expecting him to pull you back into bed for just a few more minutes.

Instead he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, reveling in your glow for just a brief second. "I'll hurry, angel. Won't be gone longer 'n an hour."

The stars in your eyes were a supernova.

They were burned into his vision the entire walk to the Seven Rivers ship, and he kept your imprint on his heart close as he handed over the dealings to Jesse. "You get a good vendor this time?"

"No, just decided to take more blood." The words were foreign in Billy's mouth, and they felt strange coming out. He reminded himself that he was just playing a part, even though it made him feel awful. He'd repent with extra kisses later. "There's another job I took a little out of bounds. Figured I'd get you the money for a few weeks' worth for while I'm gone."

It was a half-lie. Billy was planning on going out of bounds, but really he was spiriting you away for a little while. Some time with his girl without the looming threat of the gang hanging over your heads.

Jesse raised an eyebrow, but nodded, looking back down at the money. "Seems right. Y'know, prices for this stuff've been goin' up. Don't know why." Billy swallowed, remembering the incident in the market.

His eyes lifted to a healing scratch on Billy's arm, one he'd obtained while stealing the diamond. "You have some trouble gettin' it?"

"Gettin' what?"

"The blood." Jesse gave him a funny look, nodding at his arm. "She scratch ya or somethin'?"

Billy followed his eyes. "No, ah...shirt caught on a corner. Got me bad."

His friend looked wary, leaning back in his seat. Jesse's makeshift office on the ship contained nothing but two chairs and a large crate that acted as a table. Right now it was strewn with papers and coins. Still, Billy felt himself shrink back, feeling as though his mind was being read.

Jesse clicked his tongue. "Y'know...after we had her aboard and got blood out of her the one time our fingers were stained for weeks with gold." He looked pointedly at Billy. "Ya'd think for all the blood you're gettin'...your hands'd be shinier 'n silver."

Billy couldn't help looking at his clean hands even though he knew what he'd see. Roughened but not dirty. He bit the side of his cheek, scrambling for an answer. "Well...I had to figure out a new way, y'know? Didn't want blood all over me all the damn time." He was playing defensive and he hoped it wouldn't come across as fake. Jesse was better than a hound when he wanted to be.

Holding his breath, Billy watched the other man watch him, eyes boring in. He could have beamed a hole through Billy's chest with that stare. Mind racing, he prayed he would take the bait, be satisfied with his money and not bother to discover how he got it.

Finally Jesse stood, holding out his hand for a shake. "Well, good on ya for figurin' it out. Ain't that somethin'?"

Withholding a sigh of relief, Billy smiled, nodding and standing, clasping his friend's hand. "It is."

But the conversation didn't leave his mind for a long while as he meandered back to his ship, cutting through the marketplace. Maybe Jesse had let it go for now...but what if he decided to come check up just in case? What if you were alone when he did? Billy's blood ran cold as he imagined you defenseless against the same group of men who'd attacked and kidnapped you.

He drummed his fingers on his thigh, looking around. The crowd wasn't as thick as it usually was whenever he walked through here. He could clearly see the vendors and their wares, their tables of goods. The memory of you raising his pay for the diamond rose up, and he smiled, remembering how impressed he'd been. How he'd wanted to shout to the world that that was his girl.

Then he remembered the look on your face as you'd watched the woman arrested for protecting herself. The way you'd cried quietly after you thought he'd gone to sleep, his arms wrapped around you.

Suddenly the desire to get back to you was paramount. Billy was about to move forward when something caught the corner of his eye, making him pause and turn to look at it fully.

Red boldened letters stamped to a piece of paper already worn by the climate. When he turned back to the side, he saw dozens more plastered to walls and even the poles of vendor stands.

Billy's brow furrowed. Was there a new policy he was unaware of? Something that would limit his comings and goings? He thought anxiously of how he'd been planning to take you away. His permit to travel so far wasn't valid for at least a few more days, and he wondered if whatever was posted all over the city would prohibit it.

Tearing the poster from the clumsily hammered nail, he scanned the contents of it- one enormous headline and fine print scrawled underneath.

Something doused him like a bucket of ice water, the hair on his arms standing at attention. Billy could feel his heartbeat in his ears, and he crumpled the paper into his pocket, breaking into a run for the ship.

Star People To Be Apprehended

"Anyone fitting the description of a Star Person will be detained upon sight. Citizens are encouraged to alert the authorities if they see a person or persons they suspect may be of this variety in exchange for a monetary reward. The punishment for harboring a Star Person is detainment for life."

By the order of the Intergalactic Justice Forces

"Fifteen minutes?"

"Fifteen minutes."

You pouted, folding your arms and giving him doe eyes. "Why can't I just come with you? If it's not even going to be that long?"

Billy gave you an exasperated but fond smile. "Because I've gotta stop for a few things on the way back. Can't have you in the market out in the open, sweet girl." He looked down at you, head in his lap. He'd been absentmindedly playing with your hair, braiding a strand the way you taught him how. There was a flower in your hair, stem woven around your ear, completing the vision. You were heavenly, even when you were frowning so adorably up at him.

"Maybe I can go to the market while you're getting the permit," you said, looking up at him hopefully. The messy bedsheets pictured you so perfectly.

He rubbed his thumb over your cheek, watching you melt into his touch. "No."

Huffing, you sat up, giving him a longing look that pulled at the loose threads of his heart where he'd stitched it up from the last time you'd pulled that face. "I haven't left the ship in three days Billy. I wanna go outside."

"I know, honey," he soothed, hand on your thigh stroking gently. "But we're gonna be outta here as soon as I get back 'n then we'll go far, far away from. We'll land somewhere real pretty." He said the last part hopefully, wanting to placate you for now.

But if you were a flower, your petals would be wilting. He could see your spirit dissipating like a misty cloud. Even on the road you'd been able to come outside provided you stayed in the vicinity of the ship.

But Billy wasn't about to take a single risk now.

He clasped one of your hands, meeting your eyes. It felt like every time he did he was starstruck by your sheer beauty. There wasn't a way to turn it off and he didn't want it to. "We'll be gone soon. It'll all be okay. Yeah?" Billy cupped your cheek in one hand, his palm shadowing your golden freckles.

You looked tired. He felt a pang of guilt, the emotion chewing at the corners of his organs. It had been a constant weight like a stone in his core ever since he'd seen the notice.

Asking around, he'd found out it had been triggered by the incident he'd seen with you. The Seven Rivers member he'd talked to had made it out to be a good thing, like your people were a vermin to be exterminated. "Lotsa folks’ e been feelin' the same way," he'd said proudly, adjusting his holster. "'Bout time someone did somethin' bout it. Filthy bastards."

It'd taken a massive amount of self-control to walk away.

The notice angered him beyond belief. It was well-known, if not acknowledged, that the Star People were treated as less than all because of the value of their life source. And now the law was using one incident to determine the fate of your entire species.

There had been whispers of the IJF selling blood in the past on secret markets. But Billy hadn't subscribed to it-he'd had no reason to. Now his only reason for anything was being threatened because of it.

He was grateful that the two of you were planning to leave anyways. Only he was damn certain that wherever he was taking you, he wasn't coming back. He'd wire Jesse and tell him that you had passed from blood loss (though the thought made him sick) and the two of you would be free forever.

There had only been the matter of his permit, and now, on the day he was set to pick it up, liberty was so close he could taste it.

Even though it was for a brief period of time, Billy couldn't stand the thought of you being miserable. He felt like a jailer, keeping you hostage aboard this ship even though it was for the best.

You never said anything of the like about him. No, you were too sweet, too good. It wasn't in you to resent him. But he resented himself for it.

The instinct to get you off this planet as soon as possible was surging within him now, and so he reached for you, relieved when you let him pull you into his chest. Your arms wrapped around him, warming a fire in his chest like always. Billy dug his nose into your hair, kissing your part. "I'm sorry. It's been tough, huh?"

"Yeah," you breathed, your fingers trailing up and down his back. His lips nudged your hair once more, and you looked up, a tiny smile on your face. "It's okay though."

Billy shook his head. "We can do better than that, angel." He framed your face in his hands, growing your smile a little bit more. "We will. There's lots of flowers where we're goin'."

"Lots of flowers?"

"Lots," he promised, thumbing your cheeks. "'n they're all growin' there, waitin' for you, sweetheart."

Now your smile had spread tenfold, and you tilted your chin up, your darling way of asking for a kiss. He indulged you with a smile of his own, and you muttered against his lips, "You should get going then."

"There's my girl," he chuckled, giving into the urge for one more kiss and standing up. You fluttered your fingers at him, and he tipped his hat as he put it on his head. "I'll be back soon, angel."

"Mkay," you hummed, rolling over onto your stomach and playing with a strand of your hair. He let his eyes linger on you before he left, your memory following him like perfume.

The exchange for the permit was fairly quick, and he whistled as he went about his business in the market, ignoring the guards blatantly stationed at the edges. They were eagle-eyed, scanning the perimeter and clutching their weapons. Always wary of the law, Billy kept his eyes down as he made his purchases.

He had been about to make his way out of the area that was now so tainted in his eyes, when a circlet with a simple star affixed to it caught his eye. Stopping to examine it, he nearly lit up from the inside out. Oh it was perfect for you. Something pretty to mark the start of your new life together.

Unfortunately, the line for that particular stall was long, and Billy thought about backing out a few times before ultimately deciding to stay. You deserved something nice after the hard few days you'd had. Besides, he knew you would love the bracelet. Jewelry was something you were utterly fascinated by, and he'd have you dripping with it if he could.

Finally he was able to pay, pushing through the hot crowd in a hurry. Where he had said he'd be gone fifteen minutes it'd now been nearly forty. Billy could only hope you weren't worried, that maybe you'd fallen asleep and he'd be able to crawl into bed with you in a few minutes.

Turning the bend into the grove where his ship was parked, Billy shifted the bag on on his hip when the scene before him made him freeze cold.

The door to the ship was open. And Jesse was kneeling on the ramp, holding a familiar flower between his fingers. One that had been lying amidst the stripes of gold in your hair almost an hour ago.

The bag slipped from his arms, and he hurtled forward like a meteorite, grabbing Jesse by the shirt collar and pinning him to the doorframe, breath hot as an angry bull's. "The hell did you do with her?" Billy demanded, grip tightening by the second. Images of the Seven Rivers Gang turning you in for a cash prize filled his mind, only furthering his rage. "Where is she?"

"I don't know!" Jesse held up his hands, eyes like saucers as he took in Billy's white hot rage. "Swear. Promise. I just came by-"

"Did you see who took her?" The words tumbled from his mouth like dominoes.

"She was just out here," Jesse managed, looking between Billy's eyes. His hat was askew, and he was clinging to the wall, collar pulled taut as he backed into it. "By herself. She was just standin' here. 'N then one 'f the IJF came outta nowhere and got her."

The IJF...no... Billy let go of Jesse's collar, the world spinning beneath his feet. He stumbled back, turning to look into the distance as if he could spot them taking you away. No no no...how had they found out? How did they know...? Someone must have seen you with him in town... But it didn't matter, not really. All that mattered was that you weren't safe.

There was a hand on his shoulder, and Billy nearly drew his gun. But it was just Jesse again, a strange look in his eyes like he'd never seen before. His friend was known for being cutthroat, a gang member down to his details. But now he was softened like butter in the sun. "She was your girl?"

It didn't matter anymore. "Yeah."

Flatteniing his lips, Jesse nodded. "Figured. Came by here to catch you in the act. Or somethin'."

Billy said nothing. He felt utterly despondent now, every sense blurring him. You must have been worried, wondering where he was. Maybe you would have wandered into the marketplace in search of him. Eyes falling to the plank, Billy noticed a spot of gold staining the metal that hadn't been there before. Something constricted in his chest, and he shut his eyes.

"Hey." Jesse shook his shoulder, his mouth set in a rigid line. "We can get her out."

"How?" The single word was dry, void of any emotion. All he could think of was you, terrified and helpless in a faraway place. Who knew where they had taken you, if you were even still alive?

"I know where they hold prisoners." Billy perked up, eyes lighting like fireworks. Jesse nodded again, patting his holster. "Ain’t the first time I’ve needed to break someone out. If we both go in, it'll be an easy take. You'll have 'er and then you can get outta here fast."

As Billy looked at his friend, turned foe for a while over the greatest love of his life, a flash of memories flooded him. All the times Jesse had stood up for him, helped him when nobody else would. He'd forgotten the brotherhood of bearing arms together, of making a hard living over and over while living in close quarters.

He'd forgotten his first friend.

Straightening up, Billy nodded, brows knitting together. "Lead the way."

With a half-smile, Jesse clapped his shoulder, turning to walk off the ship. The sun was setting, and it outlined him in gold. Billy couldn't help but think of you, the way you glowed without the radiance of any star behind you.

You were the star.

Jesse was right. It hadn't been a problem getting in. Two guards were taken out no problem, passed out in the dirt from the force of his punch. He and Jesse found a corner to hide behind, shoulders pressed together as they watched the passing patrols.

The structure was surprisingly simple, hidden not too far from the marketplace in the trees. And, he realized with an ache, terribly close to where you had lived when you'd first met him. The concrete walls were made for secrets of the law that he didn't even want to imagine, and he realized how lucky you'd been not to be eyed by the IJF before.

It was hauntingly silent, like a dug grave. Billy certainly felt six feet under as he looked down the hallway, at the row of doors, numbers written in chalk below the tiny windows.

There was no way to know which one you were behind, and he took in a frustrated breath as he thought about it. Sneaking through the forest, he'd caught glimpses of your ancestors winking down at him against the darkened sky. Billy had begged in his head for them to keep you safe, to protect you as best they could until he could get to you. I'll take over from there, I'll never leave her alone again.

Jesse nodded at the empty hallway, Billy's signal to start moving. He crept carefully into the area, glancing briefly through every window for your distinct glow. It ached his heart that he did see a few shining people similar to you, those who had gold in their veins. But they weren't you, and so he pressed on, thinking of the way you'd tried to run to the woman in the market that day.

You were brave, boldly beautiful in every one of your desires. He hadn't ever told you that, he needed to tell you that. Billy chided himself. You weren't dead. He would tell you when you were snuggled up in his arms again, far away and safe.

Approaching the last door, his heart fluttered hopefully. You had to be in here. There weren't any other cells in the facility, he'd made sure of it. But it hit him like a gut punch when the square space was empty.

Dread fell on him like rain, soaking every bit of his mind. You weren't here. A thousand other possibilities swam through his head, most of them assuming the worst. You'd been taken from him without doing anything wrong, and it was like ripping an angel from heaven and sending it to hell.

Grasping the door handle, eyes combing every bit of the space as if he'd somehow missed you. As if he couldn't have picked you out of a crowd of millions. No, no you had to be here. How...

No.

He didn't know what they had been planning on doing with those they captured. The rumors of blood use swam before his eyes. They wouldn't...they couldn't...

His heart sank, a stone in a river. As it thudded at his stomach, his mind unwillingly produced visions of a life without you. A life missing you. Billy had tossed aside all prophecies of what he'd thought his life would be before he met you. But now they were swimming to the surface, poking their heads up and waving. He would never find it in him to reach for any of them, put them on his mantle of dreams.

Knees weak, he shut his eyes, feeling faint. Oh claim him, stars above. Send him to be with you in the sky, your natural sphere. Or tell him at least which star was yours so he could gaze upon it every night. He'd settle for it, he'd get on his knees and thank your ancestors for that. If only to keep some semblance of you in his life.

He could imagine himself old and gray, no longer your handsome outlaw, staring up at the sky and hoping you remembered that he loved you. As unworthy as he had been, he had gotten one thing right.

Jesse came up beside him, gun drawn, and Billy forced himself to look up, not caring if his friend saw him in the depths of despair, where he would remain forever. Maybe he'd take him back in, to live on the Seven Rivers ship. Billy couldn't imagine going back to his ship, where he'd kissed and loved you so obviously. Your memory would haunt those hallowed halls, a spirit he would never be able to hold the same way again.

"C'mon, we've gotta go." Jesse didn't look excited about it, his eyes heavy. "They're gonna find us if we stay any longer-"

A scream tore into the night's poetry, blood seeping from the pages. Billy's ears perked up, and his heart grew lighter, floating back up to its place as he realized. Maybe it was a lover's instinct, but he knew.

It was you. It had to be you.

Turning to Jesse, Billy said, "Cover me." Hardly a pause passed before the other man nodded, holding his gun at the ready. Billy no longer cared about being quiet as he clomped through the halls, guards springing up from nowhere and aiming, firing shot after shot. Billy's gun was ruthless, and he shot without thinking, head only in one place. The scream had come from the furthest end of the prison. He could see the door in the distance, the only one in the area. When he'd searched the area earlier he'd assumed it was just an office.

Jesse shouted something and Billy ducked, narrowly missing a well placed hit. His feet couldn't move quick enough, and he grew impatient of the guards that kept coming up. It was endless, it seemed, especially when you were waiting at the end of the hallway.

One guard tossed aside his weapon and tackled Billy, knocking him flat to the ground and sending his own gun clattering. He was beefy, thicker, and Billy struggled under his arms, fists swinging. Firm knuckles smashed into his nose, and he winced, eyes watering, the familiar wetness of blood on his lip.

Adrenaline surging, Billy jammed his elbow up into his chest, hitting the sweet spot and making his opponent wheeze, body going limp. In a quick motion, Billy was able to shove him to the side and grasp his gun, scrambling to his feet and sprinting toward the door. It was like a golden beacon in the distance.

There were shots behind him, but he didn't risk a look back Jesse was a more experienced fighter than he was, and he could hold his own against a great deal of men.

Heaven was the touch of the doorknob under his fingers, cool metal on his hot skin. You were inches away, practically in his arms already. Billy swung the door open, gun drawn and ready to end whoever was holding you hostage.

The sight that greeted him nearly made him drop it again.

A body on the floor in a pool of scarlet leaking like a waterfall from the wound in his chest. Punctured by a glass dagger.

And you standing over it, hands over your mouth, dress a mess of gold and crimson.

Relief cascaded Billy like an avalanche before he had a chance to dissect the scene. He said your name once, voice gravelly, and your head snapped up, eyes going round. The tear tracks on your face may as well have been rivers. Your lower lip trembled. "Billy."

He stumbled towards you, taking you in his arms and collapsing to his knees. You were shaking like a leaf in autumn, shivering against his chest. Billy held you so tight he was worried you weren't able to breathe. But you clung to him, crying desperately into him.

Billy looked down at the body, recognizing the dagger and going still, realizing what had happened. He said a silent thank you to whatever had inspired him to get it for you.

No matter the reason, you were stricken with something beyond what Billy had seen in you before. Something he hadn't been able to protect you from, something he should have been there to defend you against.

Following his instincts, he stood, bringing you up with his arms supporting your body. You weren't walking out if he had a thing to say about it.

Jesse appeared in the doorway, blood on his clothes. He hardly blinked at the scene before him, instead gesturing to Billy. "Hurry. Think I got 'em all for now but there's more coming."

Before Billy could start to run, you reached up, burying your face in his neck and fisting his shirt. Your words were muffled, but he felt them. You were a language he was better versed in than his native tongue.

"I left the ship." The blame in your voice broke his heart.

Billy pressed his lips to your forehead, wincing when some of the blood from his lip came off on your skin. With your ancestors as his witness, you would never see another drop of blood, yours or anyone's again.

"No, I left." He heard footsteps in the distance and started to run, keeping you tight in his arms. "And I'm never doin' that again."

Exquisite things came in abundances in nature. Billy needed more than two hands to count them all, especially on this planet.

It was the epitome of peace, with towers of greenery, cities of flora and fauna as if a storybook had come to life. The wildlife was abundant and willing and beautiful, fluttering through the air and lying down in patches of sunshine.

He couldn't have dreamt up a better place to settle with you.

Here where he was standing on the porch of the cottage he'd built you, ship a greyish dot in the distance, he had a clear view of you in the field before the house, gathering flowers into bouquets of your own marvelous creation. There were flowers on just about every flat surface of your home, but he wasn't about to tell you to stop bringing them in.

You brushed your hair over one shoulder, grass tickling your calves as you moved to the side to pluck the perfect flower from the earth. Beautiful things find beautiful things.

This was one of his favorite things. To watch you in your element, when you were quiet, content in your heart. It had taken months since everything to get to this point.

He didn't know if you would ever forget that night. The things you'd been forced to do. Billy would suck that memory from your mind with a straw if he could, only leaving you with happy things. Every night that you woke up crying from more nightmares, which had become frequent, he pleaded with some higher power to put all the pain on him. He would bear your cross and let it weigh him down because it was yours. And if you ended up consuming his being he wouldn't complain for a second.

Billy began to make his way to you, never in a rush. He'd done enough running in his life. Now was a time for staying. Wanderlust was a thing of the past. Maybe he hadn't realized that he'd really been searching for something. And that something was looking up at him now, beaming like a sun and holding up a handful of flowers.

Reaching out, he smiled when you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his chest. The star bracelet on your wrist caught the light, as did the gold in your hair. He inhaled softly, your ambrosial scent overwhelming his senses.

Thick and thin. The worst of the worst. He'd do it all over again if it meant he got to have this forever.

There was a wire from Jesse waiting inside. Likely something lighthearted, letting Billy know the comings and goings of Seven Rivers as usual. He smiled at the thought, but then you leaned up and pressed your mouth to his and he decided it could wait.

When you bounced on your tiptoes, Billy lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his waist. You leaned forward and nudged your nose against his. "You know, I think we'll be a constellation someday."

"Yeah?" The idea turned the future from silver to gold. "When you're in the sky again I'll be there too?"

You giggled, a swan song, and kissed him again, murmuring into him, "I'll hold onto you so tight that you can only come with me."

That sweet sentiment crawled over Billy like a vine, and he let his fingers glide up your back, eyes melting like warm chocolate.

"You hold onto me as tight 's you want angel. I ain't goin' anywhere."

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thatstheproblemwithnapkinman · 1 year ago

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A love letter to Haley Grayson

to honour her introduction into WFA canon, let me introduce you to my actual favourite DC character, the little three-legged pitbull (but i prefer her as a staffy) puppy...

Haley

god i could go on about bitewing so much but we'll give you the run down of her as she is iconic

so, haley was first introduced in Nightwing (2016) Issue 78, the first of Tom Taylor's run. she is being chased and tormented by some thugs in Blüdhaven and Dick saves her

he takes her home and tells babs he is taking her to the pound and babs is like "no you aren't" and she was right.

in issue 80, she makes her first journey to vigilante status by joining Tim as he goes to talk to the street kids

she then gets blessed with her codename by Tim in issue 81, giving us her two names, Haley and Bitewing

she mostly exists to be cute but hen in issue 87, she gets kidnapped!

who would be so cruel!

but dick and babs save her and we get a cute family photo

she's mostly just for cuteness for a while but she makes an appearance in issue 90, when dick's apartment is blown up and he goes to stay with wally. nothing important happens with her but i have to point it out

Then issue 98 happens

Nite-mite gives haley a cute matching outfit and she can talk!!!

so they go on an adventure and its super cute and haley saves the day of course

she makes a brief appearance in issue 100 but her next notable one is in issue 105, the wonderful first person issue

he appears again in 106 with gar and it is very cute

the other amazing haley moment is in the 2022 annual where we get this awesome dream sequence where haley is Bitewing again and she trashes the apartment. it's so good and so cute

TL;DR Haley is the best DC character and you cannot tell me otherwise

#dc comics #dick grayson #nightwing #batgirl #oracle #barbara gordon #haley grayson #bitewing

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lillaydee · 5 months ago

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One Heart Part 2

Sheriff Joel Miller / Reader

Trying and failing miserably to recover from an inconceivable loss, you accepted your best friend's invite to spend time with her and her family for a summer, hoping for a chance at a new beginning. Little did you know that the new beginning you were stepping into was a little too close to home.

WARNING:

Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Grief/Mourning, Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Ellie is mentioned, Sheriff Joel, Sarah plays matchmaker, No age gap, Joel is in his 30s, Joel is Trying His Best (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Fluff and Angst.

SERIES MASTER LIST

PART 1

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You felt all the blood in your body rush to your face. What the fuck? Did he seriously just say that to you?

“Excuse me???”

“I woke up with my daughter missing from her room and saw her climbing out of your kitchen window. What the fuck was my three-year-old doing climbing out of your kitchen window at 7 in the morning lady?”

“I don’t even know who your daughter is, okay? I don’t even know who you are. Where the fuck do you get off accusing me of being a pedophile?”

“My daughter, Sarah. Why was she at your house? And why was she climbing out of your kitchen window?”

“Sarah?” Your mind thought of the weird happening from last night. “So that was real? I thought I dreamt it.”

“What exactly did you dream about, hmm? You’re using sleepwalking as an excuse for kidnapping and molesting my daughter now?”

“Hey! I did not kidnap or molest your daughter, alright? I woke up in the middle of the night and she was standing by my bed, and she was gone when you so kindly banged on my door, so I thought I dreamt the whole thing, OKAY? Which, by the way, Mr-accuse-me-of-being-a-pedo-sir, makes me wonder. Do YOU get off on teaching your daughter to break into single ladies’ houses, hmm?” Your arms went from crossing on your chest to your waist now, annoyed at his accusations when his daughter clearly broke into your place.

He stared at you, looking like he was about to yell some more, when his eyes travelled down from your eyes. He immediately looked away, looking a bit flustered, his whole body turned away from you, hands fidgeting with his shirt, pulling at the hem, mumbling something about your blanket.

You looked down, and to your horror, your blanket had fallen off when you moved your arms, revealing your sleepwear, which, last night, consisted of Eric’s old boxers and your old tank top, which, conveniently, had a huge rip on the chest area, and your movements had left your left nipple exposed, all erect and puckered up in the cold morning air.

To say you were mortified was a huge understatement. The angry, ridiculously gorgeous man just saw your nipple. Your hand immediately went up to cover your chest, you scrambled down to pick up your blanket, and you did the only thing that made sense to you at that very moment.

You slammed the door in his face.

Yeah… you were never leaving this house ever again.

This was a great day to start off your summer, the one where you were supposed to be healing yourself and restart your life. You moved into a new place, in a new town, and on your first morning, had a screaming match with your handsome neighbour, where he accused you of kidnapping and molesting his daughter. And the cherry on top of it all? You exposed yourself to him. Great. How the fuck were you supposed to show your face around here again? Maybe you can ask Jenny who he was, and where he lived, maybe there’s a way to avoid him.

You peeked out the kitchen window to see which way he went, but he was nowhere to be seen. Shit.

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There was a knock on your door just as you finished breakfast. You stood there, contemplating whether or not to answer. What if it was the angry man again? Correction. The angry, indescribably handsome man. You gave yourself a once over, making sure all indiscreet body parts were hidden, before opening the door. A cheerful looking Jenny greeted you, a golf cart parked in front of your house.

“Morning! Wanna come with me for a tour of the farm?”

You were so relieved it wasn’t the angry man, you jumped at the opportunity to go with her, but not before looking left and right, making sure he was nowhere in sight.

The two of you got on the golf cart. When Jenny put her foot on the pedal, you were sure that this was no ordinary old lady. You had never hung on for dear life more than you did at that moment, certain that you were gonna get thrown off at some point.

The perimeters of the farm went beyond what you saw yesterday. There were about 20 to 30 houses scattered about, each unique, each beautiful in its own way. But beyond the houses was a working farm, with chicken coops and a large barn, a stable and pens. There were areas filled with rows upon rows of vegetables and a large pond in the middle of it all. Jenny showed you around, telling you that she and her late husband started the farm when they started taking in the foster kids, wanting them to have something to do with their hands, keeping them out of trouble. The boys built some of the houses too, she said. She looked so proud; you couldn’t help but admire this lady. She was so small and petite, and yet she had people like Tommy doing her bidding at the snap of her finger.

There were men milling about the farm, Jenny telling you some of them were her older boys, some new ones whose parents sent over to work for her, hoping that whatever magic she possessed that turned her boys into the men they were today would rub off on their troubled teens, and some were just men who had always worked the farm alongside her late husband.

When Jenny drove you back to your house, you saw your next-door neighbour for the first time, a beautiful lady with long black hair and her mini me, just arriving home, a basket full of produce in her hand.

“Morning Omera,” Jenny said, hopping off the cart, running her hand on the little girl’s head. “This is Lynn, she just moved in next door. She’s gonna be helping Maria at the restaurant. This is Omera, and her daughter Winta.”

You shook their hands, Omera politely welcoming you to the area. You heard the slam of car doors. You turned around, and immediately froze.

It’s him.

It’s the angry, devastatingly handsome guy, walking towards you. He had Sarah, who was holding a fluffy purple teddy bear, in his left arm, a scarf in the other.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. Sarah turned, saw you, and squirmed off her father’s hold, her little legs running towards you, immediately stepping on your left foot, hugging your leg, fluffy purple teddy bear squished between your leg and her tiny body.

“Hello Lady,” her little voice said to you.

You giggled, and rubbed her head, “Hello Sarah! Nice to see you again, and I can see you are real too!”

She giggled, rubbing her face onto your leg. She showed the purple teddy bear to you, holding its right hand out to you.

“Who is this fine bear?”

“Jello,” she said. “My friend Jello.”

You took its hand and shook it. “Hello, Mr Jello. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Jello’s a girl, Lady!” she said, giggling.

“Oops!!! Sorry Ms Jello!”

You tickled Ms Jello, Sarah laughing out loud.

The angry man, Jenny and Omera looked as if you had just performed a magic act. It was silent for an uncomfortably long time, so much so you felt as if you had just done something wrong. But Sarah pulled on your hand and said ‘uppie’. So you picked her up. She pressed her head on your shoulder and said sorry.

“Why are you sorry, Sarah?” you asked her quietly.

“Daddy yelled at you because I go in your window.”

“It’s okay Sarah, but next time knock on the door, okay? Don’t climb in through the window. Daddy was just worried you might hurt yourself.”

“I can come knock?”

“Of course you can.”

“Jello can come too?”

“Of course she can!”

She grinned at you, took your face in her hand, and rubbed her nose against yours.

“Thank you, Lady.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie.”

She held her face to yours a few seconds longer, and suddenly you felt like yourself again, the you that you had lost for over 18 months.

You put her back down, and she ran into Omera’s house with Winta.

The three adults were still standing around looking at you as if you were about to squirt them with the imaginary fake flower on your non-existent lapel.

The angry man got closer, handing Omera the scarf that he had in his hand, his eyes still on you. “You left this in the car,” he said.

“Oh, thank you Joel,” she said, taking the scarf. “And thank you for taking me to the market. I’ll make sure Sarah gets home before lunch,” she said, leaning up to him, kissing him lightly on the cheek, before turning around to go inside, softly shutting the door closed behind her.

Jenny cleared her throat, speaking with a slightly choked voice, “Lynn, this is one of my boys, Joel. He’s Tommy’s brother. I see you have met my granddaughter, Sarah.” She looked at Joel nervously, “When… and how did you meet her?” Are there tears in her eyes?

“I’ll tell you later,” Joel quickly cut in, before you could answer.

Why were they still looking at you like that? Did you have a booger up your nose or something? Now you just felt really off. Not only did this man yell at you and accuse you of being a pedo this morning, and now, somehow, the very moment you saw him again, the friendly faces you had met before his reappearance had gotten all squirrelly and weirded out by you for whatever reason.

Oh God.

They were judging you, right? Did they know what happened? Did they think you were a bad person? Cause you certainly did. And now they all know, right? They somehow knew? Did Maria tell them? Did Tommy? You suddenly felt as if the open air was suffocating you, their eyes daggers stabbing into your chest.

You decided you had enough for the day, made your excuses and ran into your tiny house, locked the door, closed all the curtains, crumpled onto the floor and sobbed. You heard Jenny outside your door, softly knocking, calling your name, but you were too mortified to answer. She eventually stopped and left you alone. Maria and Lennie called, and you ignored them too. Maria finally texted you, asking you if you were okay, and if she should come over. You replied to her, telling her you’d be alright. Just needed some time.

You spent the rest of that day in the darkness of your house, laid up in bed, staring at the TV, not really watching anything. Come dinner time, a soft knock came on your door again, this time it was Joel’s voice calling your name, his tone a massive contrast to the way he was yelling at you this morning. You ignored him. You really didn’t want to face him. You heard his footsteps walking away and heard Jenny’s kitchen door closed. You were about to release a sigh of relief when you heard the door open again, followed by the pitter patter of tiny footsteps running, and the climbing of the two steps it took to get up to your porch, and a few tentative steps to your door. A very soft knock came, followed by a familiar, tiny voice.

“Lady?”

Shit, he weaponized his daughter. What a low life. What kind of man would use the cuteness of his daughter to get a lady to open the door?

Another knock.

“Lady? I knock.”

Fuck, this girl’s adorable. How can you not open the door? You may be a bad person, but you can’t possibly not open the door to that. You can practically see her big brown eyes and that little pout of hers preparing to greet you when you open the door.

You reluctantly did so, Sarah standing in front of your door, looking cute as a button in her pajamas, covered in butterflies, holding a Tupperware container out to you, Jello squished under her other arm.

“Daddy said give to Lady.”

You looked to Jenny’s kitchen door where Joel stood, leaning against the door frame, watching you interact with his daughter, his face the grumpy one you have seen so far, but sort of blank at the same time. You took a knee in front of her, and took the container from her, thanked her, and told her to thank her Daddy and Grandma too.

“Lady sad? I can stay?”

You looked at Joel again, his eyes fixed on you, his arms still steadfastly crossed on his chest. You cannot read his expression. What was that look? You remembered what he accused you of this morning, and immediately shook your head.

“No, sweetie, you should go home and sleep in your room, okay?”

“Jello can stay?” she asked, offering her to you, her little face full of concern now.

Your heart melted. “It’s okay, sweetie, I don’t want you to miss her.”

She looked to be deep in thought for a while, before nodding, and saying okay. But before she left, she gave you a hug, her little arms giving you the tightest squeeze they could muster. She rubbed her nose against yours, and told you good night, before running off to her father. You didn’t look at Joel again, you just got up, and shut the door behind you, before eating the pasta Jenny made in the dark.

That night, you dreamt of standing in the same glass room, Omera, Jenny and Joel standing outside, staring at you, Sarah trying hard to open the door, asking you to let her in, Jello in her arms.

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You promised Maria you would have breakfast with her that next day. You woke up, got yourself ready, checking the vicinity to make sure no one was around, before getting on your bike, planning to pedal as fast as you could out of there. As you were about to lift your foot off the ground, you heard the front door of Omera’s house open, followed by Jenny’s kitchen door. You didn’t look back, just pedaled out as fast as you could, hearing Jenny call your name.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t face them. Maybe later. You were not even sure what you did wrong, you just knew that they saw you differently for some reason, pre and post Joel’s arrival.

You got to the diner about 30 minutes too early. Maria wasn’t even there yet. So, you sat out front, wheeling your folded bike absent mindedly with your foot, looking at your phone, trying to answer Lennie’s worried text from last night, when a shadow blocked out the sun from you.

It’s him. In his police uniform. Sherrif badge on his chest and everything. Holding out a cup of coffee towards you.

Shit. Coffee and a police uniform. This man was just here to torture you, wasn’t he?

But you were still mortified at everything that happened yesterday, okay, mostly the bit where he accused you of molesting his daughter, and especially the peekaboo that happened after. Really. The first time anything remotely sexual had happened to you in over 18 months, and it happened while a gorgeous man was accusing you of being a pedo. Just your luck. So, you just bent your head down and refocused on your phone. He heaved a big sigh and sat down next to you on the bench, placing the coffee between the two of you. He cleared his throat.

“Listen, Lynn, right?”

You didn’t respond.

“I just wanted to apologize for yelling at you yesterday. It’s just, I woke up, couldn’t find her, I panicked, the kitchen door was partly open, went outside looking for her, and saw her climb out your window like she just escaped captivity or something, and my mind just… went places. Occupational hazard. I really am sorry.”

You still didn’t say anything, but you lowered your phone, and focused on your feet instead.

“And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you did anything to her. The way she was so excited to see you… she wouldn’t have done that if you did anything bad to her, I don’t think… she barely… anyway… I just wanted to say sorry again, for the yelling and the accusation. I just hope that you don’t punish her for something I did, she seemed to like you, so… I’ll… leave you be now.” He stood up and began walking away.

“Why were all of you staring at me like that? Did I do something wrong? Did I overstep? What did I do?”

Joel stopped walking, turning back to face you, your eyes still on the ground.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just, you see, Sarah, she…”

“Hello, you… am I late?” Maria’s voice chimed in, before bending over and giving you a hug. “Hey Joel,” she said, giving him a hug too, receiving a kiss from him on her cheek. “Shall we? I am starving!” she said to you, pushing the door, holding it open for you to follow. “Join us, Joel?”

“No, I should get back to work. I’ll see you ladies around.”

You stood up, picked up the coffee he brought you, took a small sip, and followed her in, still not looking at him, missing the small smile that graced his lips when he realized you had accepted his peace offering.

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“So, what happened yesterday? Jenny called me, all worried about you. She also said you… communicated with Sarah? Did she imagine that?”

“She snuck into my house, and Joel sort of accused me of something. He apologized, but something is off. I think I got off on the wrong foot with him,” you told Maria.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, per se. But Sarah apologized to me for sneaking into my house, and…”

“Wait, so, Jenny wasn’t imagining it? Sarah really apologized to you? Joel Miller’s daughter, Sarah? As in, she said the word sorry?”

“Yeah…”

“She spoke words to you?” her face was in disbelief.

“Well, yeah…” Maria’s eyes were staring into your soul now. “Stop looking at me like that. This is exactly what I’m talking about. They were all staring at me the way you are now. What is the big deal? Did I do something wrong?”

Maria took a few more moments of stunned silence.

“No… you didn’t do anything wrong… it’s just… that girl had never spoken. Ever. To anyone. Not one word. Not even to her father. In fact, we all thought she was non-verbal.”

Oh.

PART 3

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