#Muder House One Shot

[kittenwalker]

distractions (tate langdon) x (fem!reader)

notes : I totally forgot I wrote this as it just sat in my drafts, so here’s a little something as I write some of yalls request. Also those who gave me suggestions, thank you sm!! 💗

WARNINGS : smut 💀

Coming back from a stressful day of school due to it being exam season and you just had a biology paper that you didn’t understand anything of. Oh well, there goes your strike of having perfect grades which pissed you off a lot. Walking into your empty house as your parents are out for work and aren’t coming back till midnight due to their occupations.

Climbing the spiral stairs to your room and flopping down onto the bed immediately when you walked in. Groaning and ruffling through your hair out of anger, still angry that you were going to mess up your perfect report book.

“ Hey love you alright? “

Hearing Tate’s voice out of nowhere made you jump

“ Gosh, tate you scared me and don’t worry I’m fine. “

“ y/n I can tell how stressed you are, all you’ve been doing is studying. You don’t even talk sometimes because of it. “ he said, whispering the last part

“ I’m sorry Tate, after my exams I’ll give you all my love and affection I promise. “

“ Can’t you take a break today and give it to me now? “

“ No tate I have to revise for my Chemistry paper that’s tomorrow, I already fucked up my paper today. I can’t afford to lose another A. “

Tate knew you were very passionate about your studies, always wanting to be the perfect student. Straight A’s, responsible student, and a good leader. Plus you wanted to go to Harvard after your high school days, and you can’t unless you’ve worked hard.

But he always knew how to make you break

Walking over to the side of your bed, where you were seated, he lowered his head so he could kiss you. Inviting his tongue immediately so he could make things heated quickly so that you can’t resist but take a break. Lowering his lips, he moved to your neck. Sucking on them softly, making whimpers come out of your mouth.

“ Tate s-stop, you’re distracting m-me “

“ Mhm but your little moans say something different “

You stopped pushing Tate away and just let him do his magic as you couldn’t resist the pleasure you were feeling anymore, it felt too good. Missing the euphoric feeling running through your skin as ecstasy took over your decisions. Tate discarded every article of clothing you had on and now you were laying on the bed naked. Connecting your lips back together, he kissed you until your mouth was all plumped and red. Moving down lower to suck on every inch of your body. Until he moved to the spot you most craved, suddenly stopping and going to your drawers. Confusion was written all over your face till he pulled out your biggest secret. Opening your bra drawer he took out your dildo.

“ how’d you find that!? “ you shouted, a shade of pink covering your cheeks

“ I was rummaging through your room when you were at school and found it. I wanna try something with it “ he smirked

Tate walked over to you and laid your tensed body down, pecking your shoulder blades. Making a trail of kisses all the way down until he reached your needy spot, feeling his cold breath over it. He started eating you out, licking and sucking every drop of your wetness dripping from your cunt. Tate kept on flicking his tongue over your sensitive nub, tipping you over the edge. It was good that your parents weren’t home because even if they were sleeping, they would have been awoken by all your moans being so loud. Woah did you forget how talented Tate’s tongue was, maybe you should take ‘ breaks ’ more often.

“ Shit Tate, just like that don’t stop I’m almost there “ you pushed his head further in

Tate hummed in response, making a vibration run over you. As Tate dipped his tongue into you, fucking you with it, you rubbed your clit in circles. Your back arched as you were overwhelmed with the pleasure of your release, making your legs tremble while he swallowed everything that spilt out. Already exhausted after your first release, your eyes are heavy with sleep. But it seems like Tate has a different plan.

“ Hey hey no sleeping now, that was just the beginning… I want to watch you fuck yourself with this dildo while thinking of me, alright love? “ he whispered in a low, raspy voice

Wanting to make your boyfriend proud, you nodded agreeing to do it. Tate passed you the dildo and walked over to your study table, pulling out the chair to sit on so he could admire you as you fucked yourself. Holding the silicon mould, you plunged it into your pussy. A gasp came out of your mouth as you didn’t remember how this felt. You felt ashamed under Tate’s gaze, feeling so scandalous. Slowly you started getting comfortable with its size and gradually moved the dildo in and out. Imagining that it was Tate’s cock filling you up instead. Subconsciously, you whimpered out his name as you quickened up your pace. Squeezing your breast and running two fingers over your clit to make yourself cum faster. Tate loved the scene he was watching, you masturbating while thinking about him was making him crazy.

“ Come on y/n, I know you can go faster. “

The truth is you couldn’t like really couldn’t. You were feeling a lot of pleasure already, if you speed things up even more you are going to tip over the edge but you wanted to keep things slow as it’s been a while since you had some dick. So you just ignored Tate, fucking yourself at a speed you were comfortable with. Immediately regretting not doing as told, Tate stood up and took matters into his own hands. He pushed away your hand and replaced the grip with his, pulling the dildo all the way out and pushing its whole length in. In a fast and hard manner, he repeated his motions over and over again. The tip of the dildo found your sweet spot, making you so close to coming.

“ Fuck Tate, I’m almost there. “ you whispered out of breath as your body jerked

“ Oh no y/n, you don’t get to come unless you beg for it and till I’m satisfied. “ he teased you

You groaned at Tate’s order but went along with it as you needed a release. You tried every possible begging phrase and plea but it seems like he still wouldn't let you go so easily. You were frustrated at this point but an idea popped into your mind, figuring out how to make Tate break.

“ Please daddy, I’ll be a little good girl just for you. Please let me come. “

“ Mhm that’s just what I wanted to hear “

Once you heard his permission slip out of his mouth, you instantly came down on your thighs. A sigh of relief and happiness came out of you as you lay there with shaky legs. Oh were you so exhausted, never being much of a physical girl so this was tiring. But your eyes widened as you heard Tate spoke.

“ Oh love, you can’t be tired yet. You haven’t pleasured me.”

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny gets adopted by the Batman au but Danny sees how bad they are at being siblings and asks about it.

Upon learning that all the kids were originally only children before thier unfortunate circumstances brought them here he decided to "Teach them how to sib" unfortunately for the batfam, Danny has experience being the "baby brother" and is a little shot.

It starts with Damian doing something to anger him and Danny openly swearing vengeance to Damians face. Dami just laughs at him because he was a fully trained child assasin and the ghost boy has openly sworn off violence. What could Danny possibly do to him?

This was countered with Danny putting on an instrumental of some kind from his phone speakers and Danny looking him dead in the eye as he sings "Its a small world after all"

Damian returns from school and zooms through the manor with muder on his mind. He chases his new baby brother throughout the house with his sword ready to taste his blood. Tim is just leaving the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee when Danny-instead of barreling into him- threw him over his shoulder and kept running. He plopped Tim onto the couch in one of the living rooms, somehow not spilling a single cup of coffee throughout and booking it out of there with Dami hot on his heels.

Tim takes a big gulp as he decides what to do.

Dick decides he needs to figure this out and tries to fix the situation and makes the mistake of laughing after Damian told him what happened.

[moon-spirit-yue]

It's Not Living (If it's Not With You)

Chapter 2: The Audacity 

(TW WARNING! THERE IS SOME GRAPHIC VIOLENCE THEMES UP IN HERE PLS DON’T READ IF YOU DO NOT FIND MUDER MYSTERY STUFF ENTERTAINING! On that note enjoy the chapter!)

Raya has approximately ten seconds before she blacks out, and about thirty seconds before she actually dies. It takes way more pressure than most people think to crush the trachea. There’s no time to waste. 

Due to pure instinct alone, Raya grabbed onto the psycho’s hands that were currently choking her out. Raya tugged on her attacker’s fingers, praying to every deity in existence that she’d be able to find a loose one.

The agent was desperately trying to find a weakness in her attacker’s grip to no avail. Just when she feared this may actually be the end for her, Tuk Tuk growled sunk his teeth in the intruder’s hip.

The attacker, that can now be identified as a woman from how shrill her shriek was, loosened her grip on Raya’s neck. Not enough to completely let go, but just enough for Raya to wiggle two of her finger’s under the attacker’s. That’s all she needed.

Just when her vision was getting dark due to a lack of oxygen, Raya yanked on the attacker’s finger, hearing a loud snap. Another shrill shriek came from the intruder when her finger was bent to touch the very back of her hand.

Raya wasted no time in kicking the psycho’s stomach to create some distance between them. The woman fell to the ground as Raya began to crawl away, looking for her gun. She can hardly hear anything over the pounding in her head. It didn’t really help that Raya’s breathing was incredibly ragged as she tried to get some air back in her lungs. 

“Fucking mutt!” the attacker yelled when she looked at Tuk Tuk. 

Though he let go of the attacker’s side, he was still growling viciously at the intruder. Just when the agent was about to reach her gun, the attacker made the worst mistake of her entire life. 

This intruder decided to pull a small knife from the bag that Raya hadn’t even noticed was in the house till now and slashed Tuk Tuk’s precious skin. 

Oh, this bitch is going to die. 

Raya’s poor pup yowled in pain and stumbled away from the attacker, now bleeding out on the kitchen floor. The agent managed to get the gun from on the other side of the kitchen and began aimlessly shooting. She only made sure it was high enough so that Tuk Tuk wouldn’t get hit. 

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DOG!” Raya screamed with a rage she hadn’t felt in years. 

Apparently when Raya wasn’t pinned against a wall, this supposed killer wasn’t a big shot after all. 

The attacker quickly dove for cover behind a wall. As Raya began shakily standing up to confront the masked woman, the attacker threw a glass vase at her. When Raya dodged, the attacker took her chance of distraction to escape.

Said attacker practically flew out of the front door. Raya, still shooting raced after her in hopes she could get a hit. But the agent’s body wasn’t even close to being recovered. She can hardly stand up right, forget about being an accurate shot. To Raya’s extreme disappoint and anger, the attacker hopped in her car and got away.

Raya contemplated going after her, but given her mental and physical state, that’s a terrible idea. Then she heard her pup whimper behind her. That’s who needed her attention the most right now.

Still disoriented, she stumbled to her dog’s injured body. Since Raya had plenty of cooking mishaps over the years, she had a first aid kit very easily accessible in the kitchen. She pulled out the long white bandages and tightly wrapped up Tuk Tuk’s slash injury. 

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry buddy,” Raya whispered as her pup whimpered in pain.

Once she felt as though Tuk Tuk’s wound had been secure enough to at least get him to the emergency vet, she picked him and began rushing to the front door.

Then Raya realized that the bag the attacker brought in was still sitting in her kitchen. Catching a glint of light from the bag, she peered into it to see what was inside. 

What Raya found made her blood run cold.

There, in the unassuming bag, was an arrow. With a heart at the tip. 

Namaari’s stalker that’s killed her past girlfriends paid Raya a visit. Oh, this is bad. This is so, atrociously bad. 

Raya probably would have stood there for hours had Tuk Tuk’s whimper not resounded in her ear. She remembered what she needed to do and carried Tuk Tuk out to her car.

After trying to be as gentle as possible, Raya finally placed Tuk Tuk in the back seat then hopped behind the wheel. When she started the car, Raya realized that her neck felt....wet?

Raya rubbed her neck, thinking it was merely sweat, and almost screamed when her hand was stained red. After adjusting her review mirror to point down, she discovered that there were thin trails of blood running down her neck.

She hand’t realized it in the moment due to adrenaline and lack of oxygen, but when Raya kicked her attacker away, said attacker actually ended up scratching Raya’s neck from how tight her grip was.

Well that’s fucked up.

Now her number one priority is getting Tuk Tuk help, so it’s time to focus. Raya makes sure her phone and glasses are still in the car, then drives faster than the speed of light. 

Her first call would be to the emergency vet. She can’t worry about everything else until her baby is taken care of. Raya tried to ignore how the blood smeared her phone as she shakily pressed the vet’s contact.

“Hello! This is Veterinary Urgent Care! How may I assist you?” the voice known as Ann asked.

This is good. Raya likes Ann. The girl makes a mean batch of muffins.

“Ann, it’s Raya. There was a break in and Tuk Tuk got caught in the crossfire. He was thrown on the floor and got a really nasty cut that looks pretty deep by a small knife the intruder had. Is there any way that Laila is on call tonight?” Raya asked.

“Oh my god, that’s awful! Yes, she just finished a minor surgery. I’ll let her know to get prepped for Tuk Tuk right away,” the receptionist quickly told her.

“Thank you so much. Alright, I’ll be there in like ten minutes,” Raya sighed.

“Hold on. Were you hurt during this encounter? Should I call you an ambulance to meet you down here?” Ann asked. 

“If you could, that would be amazing. Thanks a bunch, Ann. Seriously,” Raya agreed. She really hadn’t even thought that far ahead. 

“Of course. I’m going to inform Dr. Rueng of everything right now. Get here quickly and safely!” Ann told her.

“You got it. See you in a bit,” Raya said before ending the call.

God, the last person Raya wants to see is Laila. Not like she has much of a choice, but she really could go the rest of her existence without see the stupid veterinarian. Tuk Tuk is just lucky that he’s Raya’s entire world and that she would do anything for him. 

Though her movements were clumsy, she managed to dial 911 in a relatively timely fashion.

“Hello, this is 911, what is your emergency?” the operator asked.

“This is agent Raya Heart of the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit. There was a break in at my house. An intruder attacked me and my dog, I have good reason to suspect this killer is involved with a case my team picked up this morning. My address is 777 Lightway,” Raya calmly explained through the phone. 

“I just dispatched officers to your home, Agent Heart. I assume the ambulance that just got dispatched to the Veterinary Urgent Care is for you?” the dispatcher questioned.

“That’s correct. I’ll alert my team of the situation at once. Thank you,” Raya said as she swerved around a car that was driving like an elderly grandmother.

“Of course. Stay safe, Agent Heart,” the dispatcher responded. At that, Raya ended the call.

Stay safe. What a joke. A serial killer is after Raya’s head and she’s supposed to stay safe. God she wants to punch something. 

Next she had to make the call she dreaded the most. With a whole lot of hesitance, Raya clicked on her wife’s contact. 

“Hey, where the hell are you? Aren’t you supposed to be on the drive to Namaari’s?” Sisu immediately asked. Raya totally forgot that Sisu stalks her location. 

“Okay, so I’ve got good news and bad news. I’ll start with the good news. The good news is that Namaari and her fiancé are definitely safe for the night,” Raya sighed.

“How on Earth could you possibly know that? Don’t get me wrong, I love the optimism, but it feels a little presumptuous of you,” Sisu scoffed. 

“That’s where I give you the bad news. I was attacked by an intruder that’s definitely the same person that’s killed Namaari’s past girlfriends. Once I was able to fight her off, I saw the same arrow with the little heart at the tip of the bag she left behind, which seems to be the unsub’s trademark,” Raya explained.

Silence on the other end of the line. 

“Sisu?” Raya asked, very nervously. 

“What the fuck did you do?,” Sisu asked in a terrifying voice. 

Well shit. In all the years Raya’s known her, she has never heard that tone. 

“I will explain everything when I get to the hospital. I’m driving like a bat out of hell to the vet since Tuk got caught in the crossfire and I have an ambulance waiting for me. Police are already driving to my house to gather evidence. All my bases are covered just,” Raya struggled to find the right words. “Let me get to the hospital.”

Another excruciatingly long silence from Sisu. 

“I swear to god you better sing like a canary when l get my hands on you,” was all the blue haired woman said. 

“Deal. If Tong hasn’t left, get him to meet me at the hospital for my inevitable interrogation. I might as well record whatever he asks so that I don’t have to relive my dark past twice,” Raya grumbled. 

“For god’s sake, just hurry the hell up,” was all Sisu could say. 

“Got it. See you then,” Raya said as she hastily ended the call. 

This is such a fucking disaster. Now Raya has to actually talk about what happened in college. She hated college! She wishes she could burn every memory! Raya suddenly feels nauseous.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to sit with her thoughts for too long because Raya pulled up to the vet in record time. There was Laila, standing with a vet gurney and looking immaculate with her tight bun full of pitch black hair. Meanwhile, Raya looks like she crawled out of a grave. Awesome. 

The vet didn’t even bother waiting for Raya to come to a complete stop before opening the door to grab her dog. 

“Ann already told you about what happened?” Raya asked while staring straight ahead. So maybe she’s avoiding eye contact. Big whoop. 

“She gave me the run down yes. I’ll do everything I can to make sure he’s alright,” Laila told her.

That had to count for something. Raya simply stepped out of the car and moved around to get a better look at him. It broke her heart to see her buddy in so much pain. The other medical personal wasted no time in wheeling him away. 

“Jesus Christ, what the hell happened?” Laila exclaimed once she saw Raya’s less than pristine state.

Laila took an automatic step forward and Raya immediately took a step back to maintain the distance between them. A look of hurt that Raya’s accustomed to flashed across Laila’s face, but honestly that’s not what Raya’s worried about. 

It didn’t matter that it was Laila. Seeing anybody make any sudden movements was freaking Raya out. She’s still on fight mode, ready for whatever potential attacks occur.

“I thought Ann already told you. An intruder broke in and we got in a scuffle. Tuk ended up in the cross fire,” Raya briefly explained. 

“Okay that,” Laila began, gesturing to the agent’s neck. “Is not a scuffle. That is an attempt on your life. So I’ll ask again. What happened?”

“We just picked up a case that had way more layers than I thought it did. It’s not your job to worry about me. What is your job is to save Tuk Tuk,” Raya snapped, which really is unlike herself.

The whole, someone trying to kill her thing really puts a damper on Raya’s typically cool temperament. Having to talk to Laila made it so much worse. And now that she’s stopped moving, she can actually feel her injuries. It feels like someone lit her neck on fire, not to mention the slowly growing headache she’s starting to feel. 

“Okay, I realize our relationship didn’t end amicably and that it’s pretty much all my fault, but I don’t want you to be in pain, Raya. And I certainly don’t want to see you dead,” Laila sighed, giving her such a warm look that almost made Raya want to cry right there.

“I’ll call you once I get treated at the hospital. Or I’ll have Sisu call you,” was all the agent could muster out.

Laila gave her a painfully grateful look, but Raya was then saved by the ambulance that came barreling towards them. The back doors swung open and two paramedics walked out.

“I’ll go out on a limb here and say you’re the one who requires our services,” the taller paramedic said while leading Raya into the ambulance.

“Your instinct is impeccable,” Raya confirmed. “Laila, don’t kill my dog!”

“Don’t kill yourself! And for god’s sake, remember to call me!” Laila yelled before turning and rushing into the veterinary hospital.

Raya climbed into the back of the ambulance and hopped onto the gurney. The paramedics quickly closed the door and before she knew it, they were zipping along the highway.

The pounding in Raya’s was getting more intense. She could see the paramedic’s mouth move but can not make out a word of what is being said. All of her her energy is completely gone. Raya’s eyes fluttered shut, and she was totally knocked out.

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Raya became conscious way too soon in her personal opinion. Her head was killing her and her neck really hurt. The stinging sensation where the attacker’s dagger like nails scratched still stung, but it wasn’t as bad as before.

The agent opened her eyes with a lot of reluctance to find Tong and Sisu sitting at her bedside. Sisu noticed Raya’s movements immediately and the two were wrapped up in a hug before Raya could blink. 

“What the hell, Raya?! I was so worried about you! Are you okay? Do you need anything?!” Sisu asked frantically.

“Water?” Raya hoarsely asked. 

“I’ll get some,” Tong immediately offered before rushing out of the room.

“Raya, what on earth happened between you and Namaari?” Sisu gently asked.

“God, this is all my fault,” Raya groaned, already feeling the headache come back to her.

“How can you even say that? You were attacked in your home because you were with a girl. What does this guy want, to ban dating?” Sisu asked. 

“I just, I knew screwing around with Namaari was a bad idea. You remember how we were. I knew and I did it anyways. I was a whore so now I have to die. That’s awesome,” Raya sighed as she buried her face in her hands.

“I’m putting that last sentence on your tombstone,” Sisu smirked while lightly nudging her, trying to lighten the mood.

Raya laughed a bit, so to Sisu’s credit it worked. It’s just hard for Raya to wrap her head around. Maybe if she had just ignored Namaari, she could be a more unbiased part of this case. But now she’s by definition a victim. This is truly Raya’s lowest point. 

“Now that would be messed up,” the agent giggled.

“Maybe,” Sisu shrugged.

“Oh god how’s Tuk Tuk? Has Laila called you?” Raya asked, now remembering how her baby was hurt in the attack.

“Yes, she did. Tuk Tuk is going to be fine. His stomach is stitched and he lost some blood but that’s all been taken care of. He’s going to need to chill out while he heals, but he’s totally fine,” Sisu assured.

“Oh thank god,” Raya started to say before she chocked on her words.

Tears of relief welled in her eyes but being much too proud to show them, she used her palms to apply pressure to her eyes in hopes it would stop. Raya was so worried. Her dog had literally risked his to help her. She doesn’t know what she would have done if he didn’t make it.

“I’m back, I also brought some snacks in case you were hungry,” Tong said, holding a ginormous water bottle as well as various snacks.

“Yes, vending machine snacks! So much better than the food from the cafeteria,” Raya said as she wiped away the last of her tears. 

“I figured you’d say that. Oh, by the way, the doctor said you’d be fine. There’s a couple stitches in your neck and you’ve also got a mild concussion. You should also expect some bruising. They want to keep you overnight for observation. Other than that, you’re good,” Tong informed her.

“Well, given the circumstances, it could be a lot worse,” Raya frowned.

“Yes, it could have,” Tong confirmed with a sad tone in his voice. “Raya, I hate to even ask, but are you up for questioning? I’d completely understand if you aren’t and I’ll be here all night so-” 

“It’s fine. I want to do this all while it’s fresh in my head. So question away. Also, can we just record this? I really don’t want to say it twice,” Raya sighed. 

“Deal,” Tong confirmed.

“Oh Sisu, I told Laila I’d call her but I don’t actually want to, so can you call her to let her know I’m okay?” Raya asked.

“I swear, I’m always your buffer,” Sisu huffed. Nonetheless, she held out her hand to accept Raya’s phone.

“Since we’re doing questioning, it’s best if you leave the room anyways. I’ll let you know when you can come back in,” Tong reminded her.

“Thanks for being the best wife ever,” Raya smiled as Sisu walked out the door.

“I am expecting an excellent card for our anniversary,” Sisu responded before closing the door behind her.

“On that note, let’s begin. First tell me anything you can on what she looks like and then tell me exactly what happened tonight during the attack,” her boss requested. 

“I didn’t get much on the appearance front. I have security cameras in my home so we can watch that, but she was eye to eye with me so she’s around five foot six and she's got brown eyes. Everything else about her was concealed. As for what exactly happened, I got home directly from work. I just threw the door open and- oh my god, I am an idiot,” Raya hissed, only now realizing what she missed.

“What, what is it?” Tong inquired, very concerned.

“When I got home, my door opened right away. I didn’t even type in the passcode because I was in such a hurry. I should have been on my guard the second I walked into my house. How could I have missed that?” Raya scowled.

Well now Raya’s just disappointed in herself. What self respecting agent doesn’t have alarm bells ringing in her head the second her door opens without unlocking it?

“Raya, you were in a high stress situation. And if the unsub unlocked the door, there’s no obvious signs of forced entry. Don’t be so hard on yourself, you had tunnel vision. Happens to us all the time,” Tong spoke, trying to reassure her.

“I guess,” Raya shrugged, not totally convinced. “But I know for a fact I locked the door this morning. That also means that’s she’s stalked me enough to the point where she knows my house code. Who knows how long I missed that?”

“I have a feeling I’m going to have to remind you that being attacked is not your fault quite a bit throughout this case. Wait, did you say she?” Tong asked.

“Yeah, unsub’s a woman. For one, you know how uncommon is for men to have nails long enough to scratch. Her voice was very obviously feminine. And when I kicked the little psycho in her chest I definitely felt breasts. Besides, Namaari’s been an out lesbian since middle school. It’s clear that killing Namaari’s ex-girlfriends is to prove in some way that the unsub is the superior partner. It’d be really hard to feed into the delusion that they’re in love if the unsub was man,” Raya explained.

“All very true and good points. Well, this certainly makes our lives harder,” Tong frowned.

Female unsubs are such a pain in the ass to catch. They don’t have the testosterone to make them as impulsive as men. They’re much better at killing and getting away with it. Of course the unsub trying to kill Raya is a woman. That is so her luck.

“Naturally. Okay, continuing on, I walk into my home and I notice the oven is on. This also weirds me out because I really don’t cook. I chalk it up to Tuk accidentally knocking into it and try to find the case files. Damn it, I forgot to bring the case files! I literally had one job!” Raya yelled out.

She is so frustrated at herself the more she thinks about everything she did wrong. Who the hell authorized Raya to join the FBI? They need to be fired immediately along with her! 

“Don’t be stupid, someone tried to kill you. I prefer your life over case files. It baffles me that I even have to say that,” Tong sighed.

“Aww Tong! You old softie!” Raya smiled, cheering up instantly.

“Just finish telling me about the attack,” Tong huffed.

“Right. When I went to check the case files under the dryer, I was slammed against the wall. Her hands were around my throat and I completely lost air,” Raya gulped, trying not to relive the memory. “I wasn’t able to find space to get one of my fingers beneath hers until Tuk Tuk bit her hip to distract her. Granted, it wasn’t enough to draw blood, but it surprised her and I’m sure it hurt. I was able to use that to snap her fingers and kick her in the chest. I grabbed my gun and began shooting. This is when she fled. I almost went after her but decided against it to get Tuk Tuk and I medical attention. That’s it.”

“Well, give your current state, you probably would have ended up killing yourself if you went after the unsub, so you made the right call. I know you called all the proper authorities so that’s taken care of. Now then, tell me about your history and current relationship with Namaari Fang,” Tong said. 

“Yeah. Uh, we met as freshmen in college in NYU. We had a disagreement when we first met and our relationship was quite hostile from that point forward. We ended up being in a lot of the same classes since we were both in pre law at the time, and we got in a group project together at the beginning of our first semester at college. Against our wills, of course. We worked well together and were willing to tolerate each other if it meant we got the best grade. We may not have necessarily liked each other, but we were on the same level academic wise so there was some form of respect there,” Raya began to explain. 

“I see,” was all Tong said while Raya was trying to catch her breathe.

“Anywho, despite us disliking each other, our paths crossed quite a bit. Classes, similar friend groups, and the debate team we were both part of meant I saw a lot of Namaari. I did not love that,” Raya snorted. 

“At what point did your relationship change?” Tong asked once he got that basic background information. 

“The biggest change before actually sleeping together was when she got me out of a party where my ex would not leave me alone. It wasn’t perfect, but we both found a side of each other that was much more bearable than what we’d previously seen. Which is how we ended up sleeping together. And to answer the question I know you’re gonna ask, I slept with her before learning about my father’s coma. That tragedy played no part in my decision,” Raya said. 

“Wow, I was going to ask that, it’s almost like you’ve done this before,” Tong smirked. 

“Mhm. Keep it coming, let’s get this over with,” Raya smiled. 

“What happened the day you and Namaari first had sexual intercourse?” Tong asked, trying to keep it as professional as possible.

Raya nearly cringed at the question. She knows it’s necessary, but that doesn’t mean she wants her boss to know about her sex life from college. Or sex life in general. God, being a victim sucks. 

“It was at around the start of my spring semester of sophomore year. We found out we aced yet another group project, some dumb essay and presentation that we absolutely nailed. We were at her place to celebrate and I honestly don’t know who made the first move, but I do know that we had sex for the first time that night. That whole ‘I only tolerate you for the grade and how good you look naked thing’ lasted for about a year before there was major misunderstanding,” Raya sighed.

“And this misunderstanding would be?” Tong prompted

“Long story short, Namaari ran into a moral dilemma and I did not agree with how she was handling it. I don’t know why this was my hill to die on, but it was. You know, looking back, that’s what might’ve been the result of dad’s coma. It was a rough few months. Anywho, we couldn’t come to an agreement, I got super mad and basically told her to stay out of my life. At that point I’m pretty sure it was April since there was only like three weeks of the semester left. All that there was left to do was study for finals. Once that wrapped up, Namaari went to Harvard Law, I continued at NYU for my master’s in criminal justice and we had no contact for years,” Raya concluded. 

“Right. And your relationship with her now?” Tong asked.

“Very good. Much better than before. We met up by pure coincidence at around mid Feburary and caught up. I learned that a lot of our childish animosity was miscommunication on both of our parts. I judged her way too harshly and made her out to be a worse person than she really was. Even so, she was still a pain,” Raya joked. “But yeah, that’s pretty much it. We’ve been texting infrequently these past few months. We wanted to meet up in a week from now to see an art exhibit we’re both interested in but, ya know. Hard to appreciate the fine brush strokes at a time like this.” 

“Why didn’t you mention any of this before?” Tong asked.

“I honestly didn’t think it mattered. The situation with Namaari and I was very different from an actual relationship. We didn’t do dates or meet parents or gossiped about each other to our friends. We argued, partnered up in school, hung out every once in a while and hooked up. We also didn’t tell anyone about us. A couple people suspected us or thought we’d look good together, but no one’s ever gotten actual confirmation. It wasn’t a relationship. I didn’t think I fit the criteria,” Raya told him honestly.

“That makes sense. It certainly isn’t anything like Ms. Fang’s realtionships with the other two victims. That’s enough questions for now,” Tong said as he stopped the recorder. “I’ll have Sisu send this to Boun and Noi. Obviously, if we have more questions we’ll ask. I’ll have Sisu come back in.”

When Tong left her side, Raya tried to absorb what happened tonight. This morning to now feels like years away. Never in her wildest dreams has she imagined that someone would be so bold as to attempt to kill her. Raya’s no MMA fighter, but shit, she finds serial killers for a living. You’d think that’d make someone a little hesitant to start something with her. 

“Laila was disappointed when I called. She was hoping for you,” Sisu told her, effectively snapping Raya out her thoughts. 

Tong left the room and was now on the phone with who she assumed was either Boun or Noi. Hopefully they weren’t freaking out too much when the heard the news.

“Yeah well I was disappointed when someone broke into my house and tried killing me. Disappointment is part of life,” Raya snapped at the very mention of Laila.

“Now the sass is just unnecessary. All I’m saying is that I’m sure she would appreciate you calling her instead of having me do it,” Sisu prompted.

“Seriously, whose side are you on?” Raya pouted.

“Your side, always! You know that. But I liked Laila. I mean, I was convinced we’d be going through the divorce Tong has dreamed of so that you two could get married. I’m sure if you guys-” Sisu began but stopped at the look on Raya’s face. 

“Laila dug her own grave with me. It’s done, it’s over, you know I don’t get back with exes. She crossed so many lines in one argument and I will never forgive her for some of the things she said. Please, drop it,” Raya begged.

She’s so tired. She wants to eat every single snack that is filled with sugar and sleep. Fuck Laila and her perfect hair. All she’s getting is the knowledge that Raya’s alive which is honestly is more than she deserves. 

“Alright, consider the subject dropped. Now, when do you think you’ll be calling your father? Poor Benja’s gonna have a heart attack when he finds out,” Sisu sighed.

“I know. That’s why I’m not telling him,” Raya replied. 

“Are you fucking with me right now?” Sisu deadpanned. 

“Nope! I’ll tell him when the case is over,” Raya decided.

“Raya, as your wife, I have to tell you this is a terrible mistake. I know you think you’re protecting him-” Sisu started.

“No, I know I’m protecting him. He freaks whenever I’m on a new case. Especially after what happened to my mother, he’s going to fall apart if he learns I’m a target. I’m not telling him, and neither are you,” Raya stubbornly told her. 

“This is a bad idea,” was all Sisu said.

“I don’t care,” Raya said. 

Before Sisu could attempt to push her on the issue, Tong came back into the room.

“I checked in with Boun and Noi. Now they’re both at Ms. Fang and Ms. Niran’s house. The unsub made no attempt to attack either of them. They’re safe for now,” Tong informed them. 

“That’s good. Who wants to share the sour patch kids with me?” Raya asked.

As Sisu and Tong began to argue over who got to have the blue sour patch kids, Raya looked to the side to find a window. She was met with her reflection looking back at her. 

Seeing the white bandages wound tightly around her neck was a horrible reminder of how she was attacked. Before she knew it, Raya had grabbed the mini trash can that was right beside her bed and vomited right into it.

Tong and Sisu stopped talking to look at her in worry.

“Sorry, that was really gross. Also, girls who were almost murdered get the blue sour patch kids,” Raya stated.

Neither of them argued with her on that one. 

[iknowthegammer]

1st Cutscene for Overdue Sonic Mix

WARRING: SWERS 😨

(Sonic Version) Pico: alright this is it.. I can’t win if I accept my own fate?

Mr Hedgehog: Any last words?

(Sonic Version) Pico: Skidibi Toilet

Mr Hedgehog: wh- what?.. Anyways time to di-! *gets shot in the chest* are you f*cking serious?

(Sonic Version) Pico: shut ya b*tch a*s mouth ahh skidbi rizz sigma… …hehehahahAHAHAHAHA- *Processing to laugh for 15 secs when Mr Hedgehog is confused*

Mr Hedgehog: You Looking Like Recoloured Dumb B*tch if I ever see one going to a school that’s gonna ended up horrible >:(

(Sonic Version) Pico: oh wow really? I am not gonna be surprised truth is that I am more than a kid- *Gets Hit by A Rock on the Forehead* OW WHAT THE F*CK.. why did you do THAT for-

Mr Hedgehog: You know why? Now you know! Kevin.. GET THAT CHEETO PUFF MOTHERF*CKER >:(

Tails.exe: alright :V

Pico: wh- WHAT THE F*C-

In the next scene where pico runs and knocks rouge the bat (Tails.exe Version’s) Door to get in but failed horribly-

(Sonic Version) Pico: meow.. 😿

Rouge the bat (Tails.exe Version): GET THE F*CK OFF MY PORCH- STUPID A*S ORANGE RODENT!!!!

(Sonic Version) Pico: *Runs after getting jumpscared by rouge the bat into the green suspiciously bush* where do I get away from these 2 maniacs.. ohhh.. I know what to do 😏

Pico hides inside of an cardboard cake so that the party friends would grab it for their school celebration-

Tails: yey it is time for us to dine!

Toad: Horray!

Knuckles: this is for victory!

Sonic: Yippee!

Mr Hedgehog: hey where that orange f*cker!? Do you know where he is?

Tails.exe (Kevin): Hedgehog.. this is an school party outside :(

Mr Hedgehog: I am not interested of saying that there’s a party.. we needed to find the orange dude!

Sonic (MX Version): Lala Tada It is a good day to not be dead! *Process to be shot in the heart* I am dead!!! *Dies*

(Sonic Version) Pico: Hehehe! (I made a distraction! Time to get out of here)

Mr Hedgehog: he is right there! GET HIM-

Rouge’s The Bat (Tails.exe Version): EVERYONE CATCHE HIM!!!

Sonic (MX Version): you shot me now I kill you >:(

(Sonic Version) Pico: AHHH- WHAT THE F-

6 hours and 2 minutes ago

Pico: hey Boyfriend and Nene

Boyfriend: Yeah

Nene: hi Pico.. how is your outside of the day been?

Pico: not good at all.. I got beaten up so horribly by animals that Girlfriend had to grab me and put me down next to your house..

Boyfriend: Beeb Bop Bah (oh no)

Nene: what happened?

Pico: I ran into an serious hedgehog that’s all is about-

Mr Hedgehog: I AM GONNA TO MUDER YOU ALL-

Boyfriend & Nene: *SCREAMS*

Pico: WHAT THE F-

THY END IS HERE

[sananaryon]

A thing I often see brought up in Boscha hatred is that she is worse than a normal high school bully because she does things that could have killed or seriously hurt (the target practice, for instance) and there’s a joke that shows she could’ve gotten away with murder if she wanted.

Which, aside from how Could does not mean Wants To, also is a criticism that completely ignores the context of Boscha’s actions

The Watsonian context is of course that Boscha is a teenager brought up in a social darwinist setting where people dying is just kinda par for the course, so yeah her actions are bad because unlike Luz she wasn’t taught a “hurting and killing is always wrong” moral code and no one ever made an attempt at teaching her.

However, I think the Doylist context is also important. That context being that everyone is violent and extreme in this show and Boscha is just kinda what a bully in this story would have to be like. The Owl House is a horror-comedy where a lot of the jokes are based on how horrifying the Boiling Isles are from a real-world standpoint.

Eda’s favorite drink is apple blood and she refers to her school days as her gory days. King spends all of season 1 with dreams of violent and murderous conquest. Amity bakes a pie out of living creatures.

With that context, Boscha’s actions aren’t meant to be unreasonably vile and malicious. They’re the actions of a bully played up to fit in a story where casual violence and muder is regularily part of the joke. She uses Luz as target practice for obviously lethal shots because the joke is that the throws are absurdly over the top. Bump says he’s happy to let her try out murder because it’s a joke about how careless the school faculty is.

Is Boscha a bully and a bitch? Absolutely. Is she particularily bad by the standards of the story she exists in? Not really no

also you know most people I hear complaining about Boscha will also actively ignore how the sympathetic traits she has in “Wing it Like Witches” or even insist on reading them as proof that she is unrepentantly evil.

I think the vitriol for Boscha is weird, people claim they hate her because shes a bully, but then refuse to get annoyed at Amity or Skara, or ignore how teachers actively encouraged vicious behaviour. (they encouraged toddlers beating each other up like come on.)

Bullying is usually a bigger, more complex issue than just 'this one person being awful' its usually a combination of the bully, other students not caring or joining in, along with teachers and faculty not caring enough to discourage it.

like if your gonna say you care about bullying in media, at least call out how Skara stood there in ASPIS while Willow went 'we've all been misjudged' like Skara wasnt one of the people who joined in on said misjudging.

So��� Explaining the vitriol towards Boscha is mostly… sad. So first I'm going to touch on you mentioning the teachers because it's actually a thing in S1 of TOH that everyone is kind of a terrible person and it's part of what makes the incidental world building in S1 fascinating. The most unique thing about TOH's world is that it values conformity, even conformity to being terrible and selfish, ABOVE lawfulness. Hence the Conformatorium.

That doesn't survive S2 of course, and especially not Elsewhere Elsewhen, but I digress.

As for Boscha's hate though… Someone said there's a trope called "A jerk is worse than a villain." And I immediately understood it. With a villain, they're often more over the top, they obviously are of importance and you know they'll be redeemed or defeated eventually (I'll actually get back to this).

With a jerk though… They can often feel too real or muted and like they don't have a reason to be doing what they're doing besides being mean. Boscha falls in this latter category (though she has her reasons to act the way she does). Nothing she does is actually that over the top. She is a perfectly well written, high school bully.

And this fandom is filled with a lot of eternally online teenagers who see themselves in Luz, if not AS Luz, especially with us being told Luz was bullied in the past. How many of them have known someone like Boscha? How many of them hate that person in real life? How many of them will never forgive those people? And how many people of those people who are fueled like that are one step away from becoming bullies themselves once they find someone less powerful than them so they can feel in control and not helpless anymore?

Now… There is a good question for "Why didn't this happen with Amity?" Because Amity was a bully, right? Well… She only gets one real line of being a bully and that's her mocking of Willow right when we meet her. After that, for that episode, she's a villain. She's entertainingly over the top to the point of easily selling how much this all matters to her.

Which then makes her actions in Covention feel more justified because Luz is on her shitlist. HOWEVER, this was also the dividing point for her. If she hadn't been obviously on the road to redemption with sympathetic excuses (because they are excuses but realistic ones, especially for a teenager) for her behavior by the end of the episode, I imagine a lot more people would have either taken longer to warm up to her or never forgotten she was a bully. Never been willing to let that go. But after Hooty's Moving Hassle, she… Never does anything bad to another person. All of her edge is gone by then and more often than not, bad things are happening to her as part of the show's revisionism to make her seem like she was never a bad person.

Boscha never got that. Nothing she ever did was that over the top except wanting to use Luz as target practice. That's really it. She was never given blatant excuses, even if you can read into why and possibly even the how (Thanks Amity) for why she is as she is. And this fandom likes its face value choices a lot more than taking it one step further and figuring out what it all implies together. The grander picture.

Because Boscha is a fascinating, well rounded, TRAGIC character if you take everything that has happened, what her friends growing up must have been like, especially with Amity as her best friend, etc. like that. Is she still mean? Absolutely. She's still a bitch and I wouldn't want her to lose her edge like Amity even if she were properly redeemed. But there's a lot there… That probably wouldn't have lasted if she'd been given attention because of how TOH does its arcs because both Hunter and Amity are all about "That first episode was a lie. Now let us make sure you forget it except for Twitter posts praising our character development."

But unfortunately, without that attention… Boscha is still the bully that the fandom can put their own problems and damages onto and she'll never be saved from that. Similar things could have been said for how people treated Odalia and Alador between Seasons 1 and 2 instead of trying to see where they may be coming from.

And it all is kind of a shame, especially when I think Boscha is only so good because she DIDN'T get care and attention put into her. She's a fluke. Like most of the great side characters in the show. Love to Viney as always.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Mirror- Moira O’Hara (2)

Pairing: Moira O’Hara x Reader

Characters: Moira O’Hara

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 419

Author: Aaron

“I don’t really think this is appropriate.” You marched sternly towards the door so that you could join your wife downstairs to complain and warn about the advancing maid, but she managed to slide between you and the exit.

“Of course, it isn’t appropriate, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t what you want.” You could only stand and watch as she slowly bolted the door and clicked a hefty padlock into place over it. “Oopsie.” She giggled proudly to herself and reached into her pocket to pull out an antiquated key.

“Give me the key Moira.” She dangled it out in front of you but you could not manage to grab it before she pulled it away.

“You want the key then take it, I won’t stop you.” Her smile grew wider as she took the key and rested it down the front of her black dress so that it rested in between her chest. “Come on then… slide your hand between my breasts and earn your way to freedom.”

You begged and pleaded with her to just relinquish the key but she just stood there with a smug smile on her pale face. You knew there was no other choice and there was no other way this soon to be ex-maid would give up the key easily, secretly you were falling under her spell no matter how hard you tried to fight it.

Slowly you reached your hand over, Moira’s eyes watched your hand intently as it crept towards her almost bare chest. Your fingertips were mere inches away from her flesh when she gently grabbed your hand and rose your shaking fingers to her lips.

“That key doesn’t really work.” She brushed her cold mouth against your fingers and laughed impishly. “The real key is stashed somewhere far more… delicate.” She pushed you away from her and you watched her side of her bottom lip slowly furl under her sparkling teeth.

“I’m not reaching into your underwear to get a key. Just open the door now.”

“You don’t sound so sure about that, besides, there’s a few places you might have to search ever so deeply. There’s nothing you can do to me baby, now get the key, you know you want to.” It became harder and harder to win the internal battle between staying loyal to your beloved wife and falling to this tempting succubus. “It’s so cold, not that it’s down there but I can think of something far, far better for both of us.”

[sardonic-the-writer]

NOTHINGS EVER NORMAL HERE

—word count: 6k+

—playlist: link

—tag list: n/a

—notes: welcome to the ahs: murder house experience. so get your truama under control and strap in. there's not enough trigger warnings in the world for this show. read at your own risk

If they all knew the different fates awaiting them in the self dubbed murder house, maybe they wouldn't have moved in.

A rustic house stood tall in the face of the gloomy streat, it's old foundations staring down at four very tiny looking people in comparison, movers scuttling around them boxes in hand.

Four very tiny people with very tiny time left to live.

Occasionally a worker would bump into one of them from behind, prompting a grunt from the receiving party or a step to the side, an exasperated expression being tossed out more often than not. But other than that no words were spoken. Not out loud.

A girl not much younger than what could have been 16 stood next to another slightly taller figure just a little older in age. Her eyelids were cast in a downward motion underneath a curtain of light blonde hair, giving the impression that she was half asleep when in fact it was more of an unimpressed look.

Another beat of uncomfortable silence.

"A cool looking house where people died and somehow you two still manage to ruin in." Violet finally spoke, eyeing a couch dotted with cheap modern designs as it passed her on a trolly. Most likely being the thing that prompted the sudden commentary.

A momentary giggle made its out of her mouth as she proceeded watched the person next to her get elbowed in the ribs for laughing at her comment, the victim being (Y/n), who shot a venomous look towards their parents at the action.

"Vi's not wrong you know." They stuffed one of their hands in their pants pocket, the other going out to wrap around their younger sisters shoulders with a shrug. "Dad cheats on you mom, and you move us all out here as if that'll fix the fact he fucked someone who was probably being babysat by the time you were graduating highschool. In your own bed nonetheless. Kind of a lame way to ruin this sweet house you know."

Any outsider in the family would recognize the look of hurt and grossly underestimated anger radiating from the people they spoke to—that being a lady with soft red hair and a tall man with a handsomely chiseled face. With the way that they stood stiffly next to each other it wouldn't take a genius to see that once they may have been close, lovers even, before a rift.

"Call me a brat or rude or whatever you want." They said with yet another shrug, pulling Violet closer to them. "But that won't change the fact you screwed up big time dad. And now your probably gonna screw up in this house too."

"I thought we agreed to at least try and be civil with each other during the move. Me and your mother are trying to work things out and the one thing we do not need right now are you two running your mouths any more than usual." A deep authoritative looked crossed over the face of the man (Y/n) and Violet had the honor of calling father, his eyes shooting stern looks between the both of them.

It hadn't always been like this. Each of them could tell you of a night not so long ago where family dinners were the highlight of their day, week even. But now those memories had been replaced a scar on an arm, a permanent reminder that mistakes had been made.

"And I thought you agreed to not stick your dick in anyone else when you got on one knee."

"Ben, just stop." The red headed lady sighed, stilling him with a tight grip on his shoulder. Therefore preventing him from taking a step towards his children. Her voice was close to emotionless as she briefly regarded the man next to her. A small call of 'Vivian please—' was tossed her way, being waved off with a sharp exhale of air.

"Why don't you two grab some of your boxes and start unpacking. That way you'll have time to set up each of your seperate rooms the way you want." She spoke to them with a lowered tone. The intent of getting them to leave went unsaid.

The teenagers exchanged looks between each other before collectively setting off to the moving van behind them, leaving behind their parents to argue for the tenth time that week in voices they thought were quiet enough so they wouldn't hear. It was only once they had both picked up their seperate things to waddle into the house and up many sleek wooden staircases with various size cardboard boxes in hand did anyone say anything.

"God I hate them so much."

(Y/n) walked into Violets room with her, still balancing a mountain of heavy containers on their hip as their upset sister threw her things on the floor, a bare bed and some empty shelves being the only thing in what was to become Violets den. But they slid their own boxes down onto the hardwood floor, later choosing to resort in kicking them across the hallway towards the direction of their new room, and chose to entertain her whining with a question of why.

"I don't want to change schools. I dont want to be the weird new kid. And I don't want to be in a different room than you! The only thing good thats come out of this is the stupid house, and they've already started to ruin that too." The younger girl grumbled. She kicked her bed limply frame before flopping back onto the mattress.

"Hold on let's go back to the part where you don't want to have your own room. Some part of me recalls all the times you begged mom to have your own place at the old house." (Y/n) said with a toothy grin, laughing as Violet stretched out on the bed to playfully hit them.

"Yeah but at this point I'd put up with your horrible music taste and chip crumbs over anything that had to do with them." She made sure to anunciate her point as she jabbed a hard thumb at the window leading to an outside veiw of the front yard. Probably where Ben and Vivian were still arguing.

(Y/n) squinted their eyes in a fake offended manor, beginning the process of exiting Violets room at the excuse of being wounded by her harsh words.

"Smashing Pumpkins and barbecue chips happen to be my spirit animal thank you very much."

"Chips aren't even an animal asshole!"

Violet just received a cheerful middle finger, the two smiling as their veiw of each other faded from sight.

It was hours later when they had finally decided to start unpacking.

The sky was noticeably darker outside of the one window in their room, noting the passing of time. (Y/n)'s parents had only stopped by their room once since the little incident on the lawn, each alone, to check in that they were at least still in the house. The conversations didn't last very long to say the least. And from the very short bouts of audible mumbling coming from the wall in which Violets room connected to theirs, she had the same experience.

The first couple of boxes had only begun to unpack once the sound of a record needle dropped onto a shiny black disc.

The gray record player had been a gift from a couple Christmas' ago, the item quickly climbing its way to the top of (Y/n)'s most prized possessions. While Violet had later received an iPod and matching speaker set to go with it, they had always preferred the faint scratching of a needle as the music began to play. Records of both older and more modern bands were attached to the hip of the machine, the collection one worthy of gawking at. They would have to remind themself look for a record shop in town later.

Not everyone always liked their music taste though.

"Got any Cobain?"

(Y/n) momentarily fumbled the lampshade they were holding, heart feeling like someone had just slammed it inbetween a car door. They only regained their grip on the cloth covered item as they whirled around with their arm extended as if ready to throw a pitch.

And we're faced with a total stranger.

He had a mop of the dirtiest blond hair they had ever seen on someone, somehow curly and straight at the same time. Steely gray eyes fixed their gaze dead center on them, the swirling color reminding (Y/n) briefly of the way a storm at sea could rip a five ton ship in half before someone could even finish brushing their teeth.

He wore jeans and a green and black striped sweater, the horizontical pattern and his broad grin bringing the name Cheshire Cat to mind.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get in my house. Answer or I'll yell."

He seemed very unthreated by the threat of a lampshade being pointed at him.

"Got any Cobain?" He repeated with a calm tone, smile unwavering and eyes calm.

(Y/n) spared a quick look at their still playing record. The song was something cheery. Light. It contrasted with the strange atmosphere currently bottling up in the room.

"I do." They curtly responded. Nothing more.

"You can relax. Don't worry, I live next door." He chuckled. It was as every bit amused as the rest of him. It made (Y/n)'s brows furrow in annoyance.

"Being my supposed neighbor doesn't explain why you're inside my house. And my room. I could charge you for breaking and entering." It was meant to sound grown up; promising. They had the feeling however that he wouldn't really care.

"You could." He shrugged, lips turning downward to show he entertained the thought.

(Y/n) wanted to throw something at him, preferably heavy and metal, and lock the door on him. They weren't buying this whole next door neighbor shit. That's how people got killed. Dumb people.

But then again say he really was their neighbor. They'd probably feel terrible later. Not too terrible, concidering the way he was acting and exactly how he had managed to get inside their house unnoticed, but still pretty bad.

And Violet was just next door. They didn't want to lock him out there with her. They didn't even like entertaining that idea.

"Look, is there a point to you being here besides trying to scare the shit out of some people you don't even know. Because if not, I'd rather you and the sweater your granny knit for you hightail it out of here."

They turned to continue unpacking things after what they hoped was knocking the boys ego down a few pegs. (Y/n) avoided pulling out any what could be embarassing items from the boxes in the process, for they would be damned before they let this weirdo see the stuffed animal they've had since they were five.

"I just wanted to see new doctor next door and his family before any other of the neighborhood weirdos snatched you up." He shrugged—seemingly a repetitive motion of his as much as it was (Y/n)'s—eyes free to roam over then in an observatory manor while their back was turned. "You just happened to be the first person I ran into."

"How sweet." They snorted, rolling their eyes. Preoccupied by showing off a bitchy front, the mention of their dad's profession went straight over their head.

Something the blond boy behind them smiled at.

"What? Would you have rather I ran into someone else first?" The smile in the nameless boys tone was prominent. (Y/n)'s face felt the strange urge to light up, embarrassed that they didn't understand the joke he was making at their expense.

Instead they took a breath, eyes begining to set in a blank and hopefully unbothered stare. They slammed the lid shut on one of the boxes they had been unpacking, only to start speaking without even turning to look at the person behind them. Being a passive agressive bitch could be their favorite past time after all.

"Now let me take a guess here. You're a pretentious bastard who's father probably left them becuase they listened to their rock music too loud one night. And ever since then you've, what, been trying to over compensate for something with that smart ass mouth while breaking into people houses?"

"And let me guess. You're a nobody who's favorite color has been something dark since they learned what sounding edgy got them, pretending to like being mellow and laid back when in reality all you are is an attention whore." A voice ran back like a vocal mirror, tone entertained.

"Tacky, low, and sort of accurate. Touche, creep. Now get out of my room."

He just laughed from behind. A sort of layered laugh, buried with so many emotions and unspoken words that it was hard to get a read on it.

The laugh went on for a bit longer than it should have.

Creepy.

"You're fun." He grinned, playing with one of the random trinkets (Y/n) had set on a table. A fixed gaze was pinpointed on the back of their head, unmoving. "Not like the others."

"Oh wow. Would you look at that. My self esteem just rocketed through the roof at your very sincere words. Many thanks to you, stranger that broke into my house to promptly insult me."

"To be fair the back door was unlocked, and you started it first."

What was this. A kindergarten fight?

They closed their eyes for a moment, turning to face him with a conveintly located heavy book from a moving box in hand.

"Listen pal—"

"Oh so we're pals now? Kind of forward for someone you just met I think."

"—I'd love nothing more than to wipe that sick smile off your face, preferably with the hardcover of this novel, but I don't think I'd exactly be able to read it again knowing it touched your face. So get out asshole."

His smile strained against the fabric of sincerity, placing down the item in his hands back on the shelf it originated from. It was if he hadnt liked something they said, and it didnt seem to be the overall threat of a dictionary slap. But the change in expression went as fast as it had come, the boy now holding his hands up in mock surrender.

"You're the boss, grouchy. I have to go anyways. Stuff to do and all that. See you soon, neighbor."

They didn't grace him with an answer, grunting lowly and lowering the thick dictionary. Their eyes didn't once leave him as he walked slowly out of the room.

He paused by their door momentarily.

"Your sisters pretty cute by the way."

And then he was gone. The only memorabilia from the visit being the shine of his dark eyes.

Like a ghost.

They frowned.

Nothing interesting happened for the next few days.

Life went on as normal as it could for a family such as theirs; dealing with adultery, two teenage kids, and a new house that is. But things had settled pretty quickly despite everything, a hushed routine falling over each of the individual house members. Even Doctor Harmon had continued his profession of counseling people from home after his office had been arranged to his liking. Of course, he had made sure to make it clear that no one was to interrupted his sessions. He made that very, very clear.

Perhaps the most important—or most interesting—thing to note was (Y/n) hadn't seen that strange guy since their last encounter with him. They still werent sure whether to feel happy or worried about that.

A conversation with Violet later in the day had revealed that she hadn't in fact had the same experience. If it werent for the knowladge that (Y/n) wouldn't just stright up lie to them about this, she would have waved it off and claimed they were pranking her.

The lack of interacrion between her and the boy prompted the question in (Y/n)s mind of how he knew what Violet looked like then, and how she was co called "cute".

But they didn't mention that.

One good thing that come out of all of it was that it didnt feel strange or unusual that (Y/n) had been thinking about him more than the average person. He had been a home invader after all. That would hang in someone's thoughts for a good while.

What was strange however was the feeling of being watched. The hairs standing up on their neck at the most random of times, chills running across their body in a tirade of tiny ice cubes. Any concerns they ever thought of making to their parents about this continuing occurance always ended in the same. Chalked up to paranoia or a new house. So nothing was said.

Maybe that's why they had been so keen to get out of their house, despite it being for the first day at a new school.

"Why can't you ever drive us anywhere? Maybe then I wouldnt have to listen to dad lecture me about how late I am getting up in the mornings." Violet asked, shoes scuffing against the concrete of courtyard grounds. Smoke spilled from her nose as it would from a dragon. (Y/n) had to resist the urge to ask for a drag.

"Me? Drive dad's precious car anywhere than out the driveway? I think not." They scoffed playfully despite the words being more than true. Violet lightly smiled at that, one hand going up to hold her black hat onto the top of her head as a gust of wind nearly blew it off.

Student after student shouldered their way through the siblings, the two having to swim upstream just to get to the wing of the school that held their first periods.

This was the first place (Y/n) had felt alone. Despite being surrounded by kids with horrible B.O and being flanked by their sister, that faint itchy feeling of being watched was nowhere to be seen. No pun intended. It was very relieving. They hadn't realized how much it had been bothering them these past couple of weeks.

"I'm just saying, it'd be nice to hear something other than how I woke up late once be—"

"Hey!"

Both (Y/n) and Violet stopped at the loud elimination. The shout had obviously been directed in their direction. Evident of the three angry looking girls stomping their way.

"Oh god." Was all (Y/n) heard from Violet mutter before a group of upper class privileged kids were staring down at them from their noses, acting as if someone pissed in their lucky charms this morning. Or whatever wealthy people eat for breakfast. Steak? That seemed accurate enough.

"There's no smoking in school!" The same high voice as before cracked. "Second hand smoke kills you know!" The ringleader of the trio snapped. She had brown hair as straight as a board, and two other friends that looked like carbon copies of herself—save for the different skin colors.

(Y/n) had to resist the urge to cringe and laugh at the same time. It was almost embarrassing how stereotypical these mean girls were. With their designer clothing and posh adittudes it was almost like they had walked straight out of High School Musical and into real life. More embarassing for them than anything. And definitely not worth the time.

"Sorry man. We're both new here, didn't know." The cigarette Violet had snagged from her mom's purse this morning fell to the ground wastefuly as (Y/n) flicked it out of their sisters hand, going to stomp out the dying light. At least before the same skinny brunette slammed her foot down on their own to get to it first.

"Bitch!" They yelped painfully whilst jumping back. Even Violets eyes widened in slight suprise. By now a few people had turned their way, the beginnings of a circle big enough to stay away from the confrontation but small enough to see what was going on forming. (Y/n) had seen enough movies and been in school long enough to know they were all hoping for a fight. They got the feeling this must happen often.

"People sit here! You can't just do that." She snarled with the now slightly crumpled ciggarette in hand, a few strands of brown hair getting coated in spit with the ferocity she used.

"Jeez! What crawled up your ass this morning?" (Y/n) marveled with all their weight temporarily on one foot. Someone whispered back that the confrontational girls grandma had died from cigarettes, to which they were met with a gaze that said 'fuck her grandma and the rude ass bitch she spawned'.

"I'll go throw it away. Could have just asked me, asshole."

"No. I want to see you both eat it."

Silence even from the crowd.

What in the absolute hell—

One of the girls friends tugged on the brunnettes sickeningly tasteful pullover, timidly calling out that they should all just leave now. But their hand was shoved away in favor of repeating what had just been said.

"No. They need to eat it. I'll make them."

(Y/n) pinched tbe bridge of their nose before looking in disbelief at Violet.

From there they didn't really remember what happened—at least that's what they told the principal and their parents. Later in class Violet would think about the way they had practically managed to fend the girl off all on their own, despite being completely taken by suprise. Not everyday someone trys to make you eat a cigarette of the ground after all. She regretted not doing more than spitting on one of the three girls faces though. Maybe then she could have been sent home with (Y/n) instead.

"Lucky." She frowned before picking up a pencil and copying down more algriba notes, can't helping but feel at that moment that math was a torture device straight from hell.

(Y/n) hadn't known much peace since the first day at school.

Neither at home or the educational building. The only benefits of the latter was that the prickling sensation never occurred once; durring class or inbetween. Or really anywhere outside of the house in fact. But at least at home they didn't have to worry about being slapped in the face while eating a pb and j for lunch.

Even Violet had started jumping into fights more often, painting a target on both of their backs. Not like the both of them really cared beyond some bloody cuts. At least when they went home now they would be sporting matching bruises.

Ben and Vivian were less than happy with this new revelation. The two were still in this awkward entanglement of the process of forgiveness and anger, so coming home to both of their kids looking like they had been pelted with rocks was something no one needed. Often they threatened, or in Vivians cade offered, to have them moved to a different school. But that was quickly shot down, Violet claiming she wasn't going to run anymore. (Y/n) had simply shrugged when asked why they wanted to stay, saying if Violet wasn't moving, then she wasn't either.

I suppose the failing parents could have found some sort of comfort in knowing their problems were outshines by the companionship of their own children, but the pair of cloudy minded adults continued to crash and burn all the same. (Y/n) wouldn't be surprised if she came down the stairs one night to get some water only to find Ben sleeping on the couch. He did deserve it after all. From the snippets of arguments they had heard right after the cheating scandle had come out, he had pulled some dick moves. Litteraly.

Maybe that's why they didn't feel any guilt when their feet carried them into his unlocked office one day.

It was a rather unfortunate event to leave your works glass double doors unlocked while out getting groceries, especially when you have a child such as (Y/n) who often found themself in places as if by some force of will. Like their feet had just been on autopilot. People called it snooping. They called it subconscious curiosity. Often it ended up in Vivian or someone else vigorously apologizing for them walking into the back of a store or something.

Perhaps it was this subconscious curiosity that led them to looking through random bookshelves, skimming over pages about psychology and counseling before eventually placing them back. It wasn't untill their fingers had closed around a new type of textured paper did that autopilot mode switch off.

A manilla folder was found weighing heavily in their hands, having been wedged between more college textbooks on the wonders of the human mind. It had probably been placed there on accident more than likely, but that was the last thing on their mind as they flipped the thing open.

Skipping past pages of notes in their dad's handwriting, they stopped on the last page. A personal profile and picture of the person this folder was all about. Contact info, a genericnphone number, and random adress were written. All things they skimmed past. Then they had no desire to delve into a strangers adress or problems. It felt immoral to do that.

Later they wished they would have.

Wind lapped at their legs as the folder suddenly landed on the carpet below with a dulled thump. Their fingers had slackened on the thick office object just enough for it to flutter to the grounds.

(Y/n)'s eyes had grown to the size of a silver dollar at the sight of a picture frowing up at them. The slight of the person's haunting eyes all too familiar.

A pair of dangerous gray pupils had gazed back at them, saying more than anyone ever could with their voice.

"Dad treats the Tate Langdon?"

Vivian meerly let out a curious hum in response, eyes never leaving the dragon fruit she was preparing as a snack (probably against Moria's wishes, a house maid that had just randomly popped up one day. Just like everything else in this place, she was weird. (Y/n) often had a hard time telling if she was a sweet elderly woman, or a young adult hellbent on wearing the most lowcut uniform.)

"Tate Langdon. That's his name." (Y/n) walked deeper into the room, hands stuffed deep in their pockets. They had promptly walked out of Doctor Harmons office upon seeing that file, accompanied with the name Tate Langdon in big, black letters. Their feet had taken up that strange habit of wandering places where they were most or least needed; probably due to a combination of shock and thirst for answers. Answers it was best to not go asking Ben about.

"He's supposed to be our next door neighbor. Weird as shit. Just showed up in my room uninvited a few days ago." They elaborated, trying to stay as casual as possible. Reaching out to grab at the fruit being prepared, all they got was a slap on the wrist and stern look for cussing via mother.

"Sounds peculiar. Apparently our neighbors have a habit of being like that." Vivian continued. (Y/n) made the brief connection between the mention of an offputting lady and her daughter showing up the other day as renovations were being done. Must have been more neighbors. "I'm sure he just wanted to say hi."

Another downwards slice of the kitchen knife.

"And you know I don't ask about your dad's patients (Y/n). It's none of my business who he helps." She said. The comment was so matter of fact it was almost annoying.

"Right. Because you and dad still talk to each other." The youngest one in the room deadpanned.

"You know what I mean." Vivian sighed. The light had hit her face in such a way just then, making her seem ten years older than she was. It had been like this ever since the scandle. (Y/n) had been noticing more of that a lot lately.

"I'm just saying. You know that dad only sees the people that no one else wants to deal with. And not for a good reason. Now this Tate guy knows where we live. You dont think that's spooky?"

"A lot of things can be spooky." Came the short response.

"But come on you have to admit—"

"(Y/n) I don't even know why I'm discussing this with you." Vivian threw the knife down, frustrated. "Either you can come help me make some food for tonight, or go back to whatever you were doing before. Preferably out of the confines of that office. I don't have time to entertain every single worry you have!"

They blinked.

"Look hun. Me and your dad are going through a tough time with this move and councling. Would it kill you to show some sympathy for us instead of causing another scene like you did on the lawn the other day?"

(Y/n) wanted to respond with sarcasm. Maybe even a smart ass quip. You don't think I know? They wanted to hiss. That you and dad can't stand to keep doing this? You think I don't know how upset everyone is? None of that gives you an excuse to keep treating me and Violet like temporary distractions.

But nothing came out. Nothing other than the sound of steady breathing.

So thank god for Moira, no matter how creepy she was.

"I do hope I'm not interrupting something."

(Y/n) just shook her head with a small no to answer the maid that had appeared from think air, eyes peeling off Vivian as they headed for the one spot they and Violet had been frequenting the most lately. The confused expression of Moira when they passed was noticed and filed away to be ignored as a beeline was made for the basement.

A corner with some glossy magazines (Vivians doing) and candy bar wrappers ( (Y/n)s doing, but a team effort in the consumption) were the only real signs of life down in the basement. Aside from the one or two spiders and centipede that would have to be squished under a shoe to cease Violets occasional shreik, nothing moved down here.

It was a perfect place to be alone.

Clearing off a spot of dust on the floor, (Y/n) sat down criss cross to sink their head in the confines of their hands.

They never cried. But sometimes they got pretty close to it.

This house could be too much sometimes. Was too much. Everything had been to much ever since packing up all their belongings plus the kitchen sink and moving, but especially this godamn house and that goddamn feeling of being watched.

In an almost laughably ironic way, that feeling quadrupled anytime they sat in the basement. It was crushing. But it was crushing the way a weighted blanket might be. If they were going to feel paranoid all the time they might as well try to get a little comfortable with some exposure.

"Your sister has some blades stashed away if you want to cut yourself."

And there he was. Back in the house as if he owned the place, staring into (Y/n)'s mind with a concealed smile.

"It's rude to stare you know." They mumbled up at Tate from the dust covered floor. Encaptivated almost as they watched his feet swing back and forth idily off the stairs beneath him.

"Doesn't stop you."

It took (Y/n) a moment to prosess much else. Their brain already felt like mush, and the added presence of him felt like a short circut waiting to happen.

"Wait did you say cut myself?" They bewildered. "With razors Vi has?:

"Yeah." Tate shrugged. "Might make you feel better. Always does for us."

Us.

Oh Violet..

"Stay the fuck away from my sister Langdon."

"What? Jealous or something?" He said with a smile, not at all thrown by the sudden curveball of his last name.

"No. I'm not."

And it was true. They weren't jealous. They didn't even want to be talking to him themself.

"You know I think we got off on the wrong foot." Tate mused. (Y/n) shot him a look that feigned confusion. "And I'd like to try and get to know you better."

"My dad treats you. I'm not dumb Tate. I know he only helps people who are really fucking messed up."

"Am I?"

"Are you."

Tates eyes flashed.

This is what he liked from them. The silent battle of wits. It was honestly amusing how much they liked to think they knew. That they had him all figured out as this annoying next door physcopath neighbor.

It was almost laughable.

"Look. I'll cut you a deal." (Y/n) exhaled. They had come down here for some space and quiet but ended up in this position. And now they just wanted him gone; more than usual.

"Stop showing up in my room uninvited and I'll concider letting you to get to know me better." They paused midway to mumble something amongst the lines of 'even against my better judgment'. "I have a feeling this deal won't keep yoy away from Violet though. So just watch yourself Tate."

"You've already got me all figured out huh Harmon?" He grinned. "But a deals a deal. Scouts honor." He raised a hand and placed the over other his heart stiffly, doing nothing to convince (Y/n).

"Right. Now get out of our basement. Please." They added onto the end just to try and negotiate a little bit of peace. But it was a more so just a soft-ish demand for him to leave them alone at that point.

"Is every meeting of ours going to end with you banishing me from your house?" Tate asked with a grunt while begening to hoist himself up carefully.

"Depends. Do you want it to?"

He didn't answer.

[carbondioxidewater]

randomly had this idea in my mind this morning lol. also I found out how to add the read more thing yay! ☁️

one-shot: hell's destiny

...and now you sat upon him, both of your hands clasping the kunai tightly, fingertips pressing onto the cold metal. you couldn't think properly, your mind was out of control. what you discovered a few hours ago made your brain confused, your feelings go crazy. you were determined to bring it to an end, to bring his life to an end. but why were your knees shuddering on the mattress then? why did you hesitate? before you laid no other than the killer of your parents, the one you were itching to murder since, the one you swore to get revenge on, letting out all your anger and frustration and pain.

but now you were nothing than a trembling mess. and who could blame you? the man in front of you was by no means a stranger. quite the contrary actually: you knew him. you knew him very well - you knew him too well even, for the man in front of you being no other than your one and only lover. who would've thought that your partner in crime was the one who did the crime that left you so devastated a few years ago.

it all started a long time from now. the war was on its peak outside but it was far from you and your family's residence. so when you came home one day, finding an empty house at your feet and identifying your parents faces on the corpses that were found by villagers that evening you could say for sure that it changed your life forever. your parents didn't participate in the war - they were ordinary farmers, peaceful and kind - but were still killed. it was an accident, they said, the killer must've thought they were enemies, was their conclusion. but did this undo the fact that they were dead now? that they would never see the sunlight again? did it change anything for you to know that? of course not, no to all of the above. you've worked your way up to be a powerful kunoichi for their sake, joined konoha to reach this goal and succeeded.

and today when you weren't expecting anything life changing to happen, - oh what a clueless girl you were - just then you overheard a conversation of your dear beloved and your newly elected hokage.

the latter seemed to surprise your fiancé with this revelation too as he was reacting like he didn't know that before. you didn't know how hashirama found out, but that was the last you could care about now. the shock that it was the closest person in your life who was responsible for your parents death made you wild. in a wheel of emotions you just ran away, bumping into tobirama who seemed to notice your miserable state.

you needed time for yourself. time to let all that sink in and, next to that, make up a plan. you didn't have much time to sort your feelings, he was the one you were looking for the whole time after all, focusing on your avenge was the priority. but it would be difficult to slaugther him, because the muderer of your parents was not only your lover, he was also madara uchiha, clan leader of one of the most powerful clans of the entire shinobi world. it wouldn't be easy to take him down. but to your advantage, you owned his trust and, additional to that, you two lived under the same roof. you possessed the best conditions possible for the assassination. lucky you.

you came home later than usual today, busy with all the new information and the formation of a strategy. of course madara noticed and when he asked you about it, you just shrugged it off saying you forgot about the time while trying to sound as calm and normal as usual. however, being aware of those dark details made it complicated for you to act normal, you tried your best to communicate properly but you were sure he could see the distrust in your eyes at times. what you didn't notice though was that he himself also acted different, that the suspicious tension was unquestionably mutual.

going to bed neither of you tried to sneak up to the other, which was admittedly odd for your relationship. you didn't pick up on that either though, just thinking about how the missing of his touch is in your favor, making it easier for you to stay as comfortable as you could. the beat of your heart was fast and loud and you prayed to heaven that it was inaudible for him next to you, although the silent night for sure did not contribute to your success. you just could hope at this point.

time went by and the room turned pitch-dark. reassuring yourself that he was truly asleep, you checked the rhythm of his breathing before carefully pulling out the kunai you hid under your pillow and slowly turning around to him. seeing his resting face was the confirmation of his sleeping state and your sign to start your mission. you raised your body and sat up, watchfully placing your knees next to his body on both sides without letting him out of your sight. caution was needed for this man as you yourself knew the best. no matter how many plans you've made up in your mind, this one was the only where you would stand a chance against him, the possibility was the highest.

and now you sat upon him, both of your hands clasping the kunai tightly, fingertips pressing onto the cold metal. you couldn't think properly, your mind was out of control. you tigthened the grip around the kunai again, took a run with your arms and stabbed. right before his throat, you stopped. you didn't move, you only looked at him, at his face, the face you loved so dearly. you were determined to bring it to an end, to bring his life to an end. but why were your knees shuddering on the mattress then? why did you hesitate? before you laid no other than the killer of your parents, the one you were itching to murder since, the one you swore to get revenge on, letting out all your anger and frustration and pain.

and yet, you couldn't do it. you were not able to take away his life, you didn't have the heart to do it. regardless of what he did, regardless of how much hate lied inside of you, when you looked down on his face all your love came back to surface. you remembered your loving memories and just then you realized what you almost did this exact moment. you almost killed the man you loved the most in this world, the man who gave you so much, who made you able to feel things again. yes, he was the reason you lost emotions in the first place, but he also was the one who saved you from drowning, the one who gave them back to you. he saved you without even knowing or trying. he was your future, how could you think of killing him? you couldn't lose someone this important to you again, and certainly not through your own hands.

regret filled up your body and tears fell down your face as you violently threw the kunai away and let yourself fall onto him, embracing his strong muscular body. before you could allow yourself to enjoy the feeling of his warmth on your skin though, you quickly stood up and picked up the kunai again, this time for another reason though. you were so grieved about your own willingness to stain your hands in his blood that you had to make up for it by injuring this said hand. you placed your right hand against the wall and held the kunai with the other one, ready to punish yourself when a certain hand-grip held you up from doing so. without your realization madara stood right beside you, looking at you in fierce anger.

"....madara...you don't know what I-..." you started but he interrupted you.

"I do.", he said.

"I've been awake the whole time.", he added then.

"...so you-..?" you asked and he nodded lightly.

your eyes widened as tears started to form again and fell heavier than before. he knew what you intended to do but didn't resist, he waited patiently for your decision, ready for his punishment.

"...madara...I'm so sorry...I-", you said but couldn't finish your sentence, what could you say? there was no excuse for your behaviour.

"what are you sorry for? I'm the one who should. I don't deserve your forgiveness. if you're sorry, be for willingly trying to hurt yourself.", he said in his deep, sleepy voice.

then he started to tell his side of the story.

"...it was back when izuna was injured badly...I didn't have time to think clearly. I thought they were enemies and acted instinctively...I know this doesn't make anything better but I hope you know that I didn't do it because I'm the cruel man everyone holds me for."

you needed a bit time before speaking. it was hard, but you understood him. you knew of his trauma and to your luck, you never had to experience war. but you knew how shattering the life as shinobi could be. your parents raised you to be forgiving of people who truly regret their actions. and of course death was a whole new level, but you wouldn't let yourself fall into the same hole and regret it after, for you regretting it already. it was tough to accept, but he didn't do it on purpose and you knew that, you knew him. you needed to let go of this toxicity, it's not healthy to move in shadows of hate.

"I hate myself for it but I still couldn't help but feel relieved when you threw the kunai away...deep down I hoped you wouldn't do it, not because I feared death but I feared losing y-..."

to his surprise, you suddenly threw your hands around his neck and pulled him into a deep hug.

"I understand.", you simply said and he returned it almost immediately, pressing you strong against his chest and nuzzling his head into your hair.

"you better make up for it by handling me." you bluntly declared and he chuckled slightly into your neck.

"I will." he mumbled.

and with this, you could feel some sort of release, the pent-up pressure from over the years finally leaving your body and leading you into a new direction.

hell, what kind of fate is that?

[salphia]

FASELY ACCUSED - SPENCER REID X Y/N (Chapter 2)

TW: Muder, Attemption of Muder, Flashbacks, panic attacks, blood, gore, muder cases, guns, weapons, killing, mention of rape, mention of moslting,

Master List

"As you are aware you are being chsrged and trialed for murdering 365 people." The lawyer reminds you. You nod, very well aware.

"That means you are also aware that you could be sententiced to death?" He asks, you feel your heart race faster and faster.

Death sententic is something has always scared you as a kid. Weather it be peaceful or not it has and still does scare you.

You nod taking in a deep vreathe to slow your heart down, slow it down just enough to keep you calm.

"Do you need a break?" The lawyer asks you, taking a drink from his coffee. You shake your head.

"No, i'm fine." You tell him as you both conunitue. You take a drink from the plasic cup, all thats in it is water.

After an hour you are taken back to your cell. Youve been placed in a area of the prison that is secterly for kid killers, kid rapers, kid molesters, ex cops and much more. However the other prisoners know where you are.

"You will be my bitch soon." Another female prinsor, Ginny Arrow. Hit your cell door.

You arrested her and put her in here for murdering her parents, her cousin and someone who she went to school with. She got 7 years of prison time with 3 months probastion.

You had silently hoped she was on probastion by the time you had gotten in here;

"If she gets the death we can easliey finish her off!" One of her buddies say, causing her and her whole group to bust out in laughter, a prison gaurd makes them walk away and go back to theirs.

You look at the cement roof.

'Why? How? Why did i let them threaten me like that? My own family and best friend of all people.'

You think to yourself, you should of just said something sooner. You know the team would of helped you, would of protected you, we all would of protected each other.

≈

You walk into your parents house to see your own parents, your cousins parents and best friend parents, covered in blood, 17 gun shot wounds to the chest and 2 stab marks across their eyes, dead.

You pull your ohone out of your back pocket with shakey hands. You struglle to diale 911, but ypu where stopped by your older brother snatchs your phone out of your hands and crushs it into small peices.

"Why did you do that!?" You shout at Adam, grabbing the peices of your broken phone.

"Sorry sis." You hear him say as everything went black. Once you awaken you notice your head is hurting like crazy, your arms are tied down to the chair arm rests while your legs is tied down to the chair legs.

You see your brother, sister, cousin and best friend all standing in front of you; "Drop the 365 case, Y/N."

Lina tells you, you look at her confused. How did she know you started working on the case? You dont tell her about anything and any cases.

"H-How did you know I am working the case?" You ask her, shocked, studdering a little. She doesnt have a phone, she doesnt read the paper or listen to the radio and news. The same goes for your siblings.

"Please sis. Its for your safety and ours." Your sister says to you. You cant help but wonder why they are asking... it soon hits you.

"You all are the unsubs for the 365 murders." You say in disbelieve. Your whole body relaxs. Surely this cant bd true, but if it is true.

"Am I the next victim?" You ask them. They all look at each other. They shake their head.

"We are the 365 murders. You arent our next victim, but you will be if you dont work with us and do what we say." Lina tells you

≈

Tears rolls down your face, you start to whimper but you keep quiet in order so no other prinsors and guards hear you. You dont want them to be alareted. You dont want to come off as weak or a easy target.

[pinkja]

Jealousy (Ellie Williams x Female Reader)

Request:

jealous ellie imagine? 😳

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Ellie was mad at you. She was so mad at you right now she couldn’t even think straight. She couldn’t think about about your how your (e/c) eyes shined and closed as your perfect mouth parted open to let out a laugh like a melody. She couldn’t think about how you wore Ellie’s sweater so cutely because it was a bit oversized on you. She especially couldn’t think about how she wanted to run her hands through your hair and pull you close and kiss–

NO! Ellie was mad at you. Ellie was very mad at you because you and your cuteness in its entirety were talking to some…some dude that Ellie knew in her heart wasn’t good enough to talk to you. Well…Ellie didn’t know what the requirements were to be good enough to talk to you, nor did she know the guy enough to actually tell if he met the requirements, but still.

Ellie wanted to go over there and grab you, but she didn’t want to make a scene at this pseudo party that Dina had dragged you both to. But she swore if she squeezed this empty cup any harder she would’ve broken it.

She eyed the guy again, her eyebrows furrowing. He was tall, but too skinny for someone who lived in the apocalypse. He looked like a bad shot, and he looked like a damn know-it-all, and he bit his lip too often for Ellie’s comfort.

Of course, Ellie’s opinions were filtered through the green glasses of jealously. Wait, no, Ellie wasn’t jealous. She was just being…protective. Yeah, that’s it. That guy could be a creep or something. He could be a douche who compares woman to…dogs or some other insulting animal.

“Ellie, I don’t think that man’s gonna turn to dust just because you’re staring at him like that.” Dina said into her ear. Ellie jumped, holding the cup to her chest as she turned to Dina.

“I wasn’t staring.” Ellie mumbled, shooting another quick glance at you two. “I don’t trust him…” She said after a few beats.

“So you were staring?” Dina was smug, raising her eyebrows with a smile.

“Just…just look at him, Dina! What is so important that he has to have his hand on her shoulder? It’s bullshit.” Ellie crossed her arms and started tapping her foot.

“Is someone jealous?” Dina cocked her head to the side. She did that a lot when she knew she was right.

“I’m not jealous! I’m just…I should be the one making her laugh like that…” Ellie mumbled the last part under her breath.

“You are! That’s so cute!” Dina jumped. “But let me just take that cup really quickly.” Dina took the cup from Ellie’s grip. “(Y/n) will be fine, Ellie. Come on, let’s get you drunk.” Dina led Ellie away, stopping her from looking at the pair.

Dina filled Ellie’s cup almost to the brim and made her drink it all. Ellie turned her head around to look back at two, eyes narrowing once again. Was he brushing hair out of your face? That was her job! You looked at the inside of your cup and avoided eye contact, giving him a half smile.

Aha! So the dude was a creep! He was a creepy creep and now Ellie could go over there and–

“Elliiie!” Dina dragged out her name and took Ellie’s cup away from her. “Everytime you look at them you’re gonna drink another cup.” She filled it to the brim again.

“I’ll die of alcohol poisoning.” Ellie deadpanned, not even denying looking at the two anymore,

“Then don’t look, hmm.” Dina handed the cup back to Ellie and they both drank again. Ellie had to force herself not to look again. These cups were pretty big and Ellie didn’t want to be blackout drunk any time soon.

Later, after several looks at you, and several drinks later, you were still talking to the dude. Of course he wasn’t the only one you had talked to at the party, but he was the only one who Ellie felt was being way too friendly. Although at this point in her life Ellie was pretty drunk so she wasn’t making the best judgements in her life.

“Dinaaaaa…” Ellie slurred, leaning on the girl’s shoulder. Dina turned to her, an eyebrow raised at the sudden contact. “I’m so…mad right now!”

“Let me guess, (y/n)’s still talking to the man who you described as ‘a terrible awful human being who probably doesn’t know the difference between a rifle and a pistol’?” There was amusement in her voice as she repeated Ellie’s words back to her.

“No!…Yes! But also,” Ellie patted her pockets, “I can’t find my keys…” Dina rolled her eyes and sighed, placing her cup down on the table next to her.

“Ok, time to go home, Ellie.” She grabbed Ellie’s hand and started dragging her towards you. “But my keys, Dina…” Ellie whined. “(Y/n)’s gonna take you home now.” Ellie started dragging her feet in protest.

As they approached you, they could pick up on some of your conversation.

“Oh, I go on patrol again in a couple of days!” You had said, placing your cup on the table next to you.

“Well, maybe I can see you again before then?” There he goes biting his goddamn lip again. And he was putting his hand on your shoulder, again. That’s two times in one night!

Ellie wanted to shoot him.

“Ok, you’re clearly about to go on a muderous rampage.” Dina quipped and stopped walking. If Ellie got any closer she would strangle the poor dude. “(Y/n)!” You stopped talking and turned towards Dina with a smile on your face.

“Hi, Dina! Hi, Ellie!” You excused yourself from your previous conversation and walked over to them.

“(Y/n), can you do me a favor and take Ellie home? She lost her keys.” Ellie pouted like a child when Dina told you of her drunken irresponsibility.

“Sure!” You grabbed Ellie away from Dina and walked out of the party with her leaning on your shoulder.

Dina smiled at you two, placing her hand in her pocket to feel around for a pair of keys. Ellie’s keys. “I should probably return these…Nah I’ll give them to Joel.” She turned and went to go talk to Jesse.

Once you and Ellie had made it back to your house, you unlocked the door and listen to Ellie mumble under her breath. You guided her to your room and laid her on your bed. Ellie flopped down with a groan.

“You!” She suddenly said, pointing an accusing finger at you. “I’m so mad at you right now!” She hiccuped after speaking.

With a tilt of your head you asked, “Why are you mad at me, Ellie?” You started to take her shoes off.

“Why do you have to be so damn…so damn c-cute! It’s not fair!” You took off her jacket, struggling a bit because Ellie swung her arms in her drunken ranting.

“Well I can’t exactly help that, Ellie.” You spoke calmly. Inside you were giddy at her compliment, although she was drunk at the moment.

“And then you-you and your cuteness…why did you have to talk to that creep? He looks like a terrible shot!”

“I was just being polite, Ellie. And also, you can’t keep judging people because you think they’re not good with guns.”

“I can and I will! I’m so much better at shooting than him! I swear I can shoot him under the table!” Ellie rolled over to her side. “He doesn’t deserve you…”

You giggled, causing Ellie’s face to turn red. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

“I’m not jealous!” Ellie protested, puffing her cheeks out.

You moved to place her shoes by the door.

“Ok, Ms. Williams, who does deserve me then?” You walked back over to the bed and brushed some hair out of her face. Ellie pulled you down to the bed.

Ellie let out a huff and buried her face into your neck. You were going to tease her, but then she wrapped her arms around you and trapped you with her leg. She was clearly avoiding the question.

“Ok, you must be really drunk because you’re actually cuddling me.” She huffed again and made you wrap your arms around her. “Ok, I’ll accept it. This is a rare opportunity after all.” You laughed as Ellie mumbled into your shoulder.

Ellie breathed in your scent and closed her eyes. She would have such a hangover in the morning.

“Hey, Ellie?” You spoke. Ellie hummed, already sleepy. “Love you…” You could practically feel Ellie’s face burn into your neck. “My jealous baby.” You couldn’t help but tease her one last time. You ran your fingers through her hair and hummed a tune before she fell asleep in your arms.

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Vapor (Part 10)

Hey guys! I hope can tell by the last chapter that you needed more content. Here is part 10! Tell me what you think!

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Mention of abduction, unconsensual touching, muder, and suicidal thoughts.

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I didn’t know what to think after that night. The dreams continued, but so did the thoughts of JJ. I couldn’t figure either out. I woke up screaming, I went to bed crying. Everything was a huge mess and I couldn’t seem to get a grip on any of it.

I laid in bed, not wanting to move. However, I promised Kie ages ago that we would get ready for Midsummers together. I promised her I would go and smile like everyone else because that’s what we both had to do. We had to stand there and look pretty for photos. I got up, grabbed everything I needed, and headed over.

Midsummers was a tradition for Kiara and I. Every year we would sit on her bed and gossip about who was going with who and what drama was going to happen. We would laugh because neither of us really cared, but it was fun to talk about. I had a feeling this year would be different though. I knew it would be awkward to be around the people who didn’t want to be my friend. It would be awkward to see Kiara after leaving like that. I knew she would bring up JJ and I wasn’t prepared for it. I walked up to her front door and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Carerra greeted me with a hug and told me Kiara was in her room. I walked up and knocked. She seemed surprised to see me, but not disappointed.

“Hey…” she said. I gave her a smile and asked if I could come in. She nodded and made room for me on her bed. It was tense at first. Neither of us knew what to say.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I-” “A, shut up,” she said with a smile. That smile meant she understood. She knew perfectly well why I couldn’t be around them. She knew that I was going through a tough time. “So, how was White Chapel…?”

“It was… eventful,” I said. I listened to her say that she heard that they found loads of bodies there. I nodded and never looked up from my hands. She could tell I was uncomfortable by the subject, but she kept pressing. She wanted me to open up to her, I just didn’t know if I could. I thought about Topper and how JJ freaked out. I thought about JJ and the fight and the… kiss.

“Adelaide?” she asked and my head snapped to look at her. I apologized for zoning out and she dropped the subject. I listened to her tell me about the situation that happened earlier today. I listened as she told me what JJ and Pope had done. She told me that JJ was arrested and my heart sank. I knew what his dad would do to him. I knew how much pain he was going to go through. I wanted to get up and run out that door, but I couldn’t. He didn’t want to see me. He didn’t need me.

“Please, be okay,” I accidentally mumbled aloud. Kie looked at me and asked if I said something. I shook my head no and then we got ready.

Kiara looked beautiful in her long silky purple dress. I could tell she hated it, but I thought she looked stunning. I had brought along a blush pink dress. It was flowy and loose. I slipped on my flower crown and looked at the both of us in the mirror. I looked like nobody next to Kie. The dress hugged her body and no one would be able to look away from her. Me, on the other hand, looked basic. I would blend in and that’s the way I wanted it.

I said my goodbyes to the Carerra’s and told Kie that I would see her there. My family would kill me if I didn’t attend the event from start to finish with them. I walked up the steps of my house and into the living room. My sister wore light blue and my mom wore yellow. We looked like Easter had just thrown up on us. I bit my tongue to suppress any of my thoughts from slipping out of my mouth as my dad told us he was getting the car.

Midsummers was extra as always. The lights and the decorations were over the top for some event to honor someone who did barely anything this whole year. We should be honoring the Pogues for their hard work. I rolled my eyes at the venue as we walked up. Mom turned to Sydney and I and told us to be on our best behaviors. I nodded, knowing better than to argue with her. Then as soon as we were inside, Sarah caught my eye. I awkwardly walked up to her, hoping things would be better. She asked me what I wanted though. She gave me the cold shoulder and told me I should go bother someone else.

“Or maybe you could kiss Topper again,” she said snidely as she walked away. I felt defeated. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and looked to see Top. He looked handsome in his off white suit. It fit him perfectly and the blue tie accented the outfit so well. He smiled at me in a reassuring way.

“Don’t mind her,” he said. “She’ll get over it soon enough.”

I nodded and went to find Kiara. However, instead of Kiara, I found JJ. His lip was split and his face was painted black and blue. I stood right in front of him staring. I opened my mouth to say something, but he walked away, leaving me there. He didn’t want to see me. He didn’t want to hear what I had to say. He didn’t want anything to do with me. I sighed and kept near the exits. I sipped on my Mai Tai and tried to ignore the fact that I felt lonely. I watched Kie and Pope talk. I saw JJ dance up to Sarah Cameron of all people. I watched my parents talk to their friends and here I was, alone. Just as I wished someone would come up and talk to me, I regretted it. A familiar baby blue suit walked up and stood directly in front of me. “Hey Adelaide,” he said. He motioned for his boys club to disperse for a moment. “I heard something interesting from my dad the other day.” I remembered Ward leaving our house. I remembered how odd I had found it. There was no way my dad told him why I was in White Chapel. There’s no way my dad would mention my abduction. I panicked as I said I didn’t know what he was talking about. I tried to excuse myself, but he caught my wrist.

“Really? I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m talking about how that man took you from a public area, threw you in his trunk, and drove away without anyone noticing.” I flinched as he kept talking. I started to shake as he tightened his grip on my wrist.

“I bet he did all sorts of things to you, didn’t he?” he whispered. My breath hitched. “I bet he tied you up. I bet he told you that you were so pretty. Did he linger a little too long? Smell your hair? Call you pet names?” “Knock it off,” I said shakily. I tried to rip my arm out of his grip, but he wouldn’t budge. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin, creating bruises in the shape of his hand.

“Let’s talk somewhere else,” he said. “Unless you want everyone here to know what happened to you.” Fear consumed me as the thought of everyone finding out raced through my head. I wanted to be a normal kid. I didn’t want to be pitied or looked at differently. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. He told me Kelse would show me the spot, as he had business to take care of. I stood with Kelse who was unaware of the conversation Rafe and I had just had. Kelse and I have never had an issue. He was always nice to me, but when Rafe showed up his personality always did a 180. He walked me to the lobby and told me I looked nice. I thanked him in the least shaky way I could. Then JJ bolted through the lobby, Rafe shortly behind him. I knew what was going to happen as Kelse grabbed my arm and we followed. I didn’t want to. I wanted to run in the opposite direction, but if they were going to hurt JJ, I needed to stop it. I was shoved into the men’s locker room and Kelse let go of me. He changed his focus to JJ and stopped him from getting away. I felt Rafe grab me. He knew the only way to get to JJ right now was through me. I shoved Rafe away from me, but it triggered an anger in him that I’ve never seen. He grabbed me by the throat and I heard JJ yell at him to leave me alone. “Get your hands off her!” he yelled. “You’re fucking dead Rafe!”

“C’mon, she probably likes it,” he said as I grabbed his wrist, trying to get him off of me. “It probably reminds her of childhood. Did that man choke you? Did he touch you here?” I felt his hand brush up against my breast. Tears filled my eyes as he talked. I listened to JJ yell at Rafe and the other boys. I had to find some way to get him off of me, but I could talk. His hand was tight on my neck and I found it hard to breathe. I gathered up all the spit in my mouth and shot it right at his face. He let go of me to wipe it off, anger raging through him. He raised his hand high and slammed it against my cheek. A loud slap echoed through the room, sending JJ into an anger I’ve never seen before, even from him. I fell to the ground hard as a security guard walked in. Kelse moved to hide me from the guards view and then JJ was escorted out. Kelse tried to help me up, but I pushed him away. Tears were streaming down my face as I went running to my parents.

“I-I-” I tried to get the words out as my mom looked at me concerned. She asked me what happened, but I just shook my head. I wanted to tell her, but no words came out. She asked me if it was JJ and I shook my head again. Finally, I spoke. My words came out quite and squeaky. “R-Rafe. I need to go home.”

“Matthew, go get the car!” mom said to dad who went running to grab it. I walked out to the front of the building and hugged myself. I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. I got into the car and my dad drove me home, leaving my mom and Syd there. He asked me if I would be alright at home by myself and I nodded. I wanted to be alone right now. He dropped me off, telling me he loved me. I told him I loved him too and that I would see them when they got back.

The empty house echoed as I closed the door. I sank to the floor and cried as I thought about what had just happened. I thought about how that man did tie me up. He lingered too long and told me I was beautiful. He would smell my hair and kiss my forehead. I felt gross. I hopped in the shower and scrubbed my skin. Trying to get the feeling of Rafe off of my body, trying to get the memories out of my head. I threw on some sweats after I got out and went to the backyard. I sat on our dock and held my knees to my chest. The wind was blowing and the water ripped beside me. I stared at the black water and noticed how inviting it looked. I thought about how if I went out far enough, no one would find me for days. I would get tangled in the weeds and then I would just be gone. I shook the dark thoughts from my head. I knew I couldn’t do that to my parents.

“Adelaide?” I heard a voice calling. I could tell who it was by his voice. I felt tears fill my eyes as I turned to see JJ at the edge of the dock. He looked like he didn’t know if he should approach me or not. I stood at the end of the dock and he stood at the beginning. We were so close, yet I’ve never felt further from him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. A tear fell from my eye and streamed down my face.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay…” he mumbled out. I walked closer, my anger rising with every step.

“You don’t get to do this! You don’t get to leave for two years and come back like nothing is wrong. You don’t get to yell at me for being scared of getting close to you again! And you for sure don’t get to kiss me and then walk away!” I yelled. He looked at me sadly. “I hate you!”

I didn’t. I cried as I yelled it, breaking down. I felt his arms hug me. I was so angry at him and yet I still loved him so much. I stomped on his foot, causing him to hunch over in pain. Then when he was at my level, I grabbed onto his shirt and kissed him. His hands found their way to my cheeks and deepened the kiss. It was passionate and electrifying and I needed him. Our lips moved hungrily together as the wind whipped around us.

Finally, we pulled away, gasping for air. He chuckled and looked down at me. He had the goofiest grin on his face.

“That really hurt,” he said, shaking his foot. I laughed for the first time in days and hit his chest.

“You deserved it!” I said, laughing uncontrollably. He was smiing down at me, the happiest I’ve seen him in a while. One kiss with him had made me forget about all the things that happened tonight. It made me forget about White Chapel and Rafe, Sarah Cameron and Topper. Nothing mattered, but him and I and this moment.

“You’re right, I deserved it.”

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Return to Normalcy (Pt.1)

BAU x OC Aundreya

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Summary: Returning to normal has never been so hard. Just as Aundreya is starting to make amends and fit back in with the group, something gets in the way. Story twenty-two.

Category: Angst, but there’s some fluff too

Warnings: Cussing. CM talk. Mentions of death and suicide as a COD. Break-ins.

Word Count: 5.5k

It was odd, how quickly things seemed to go back to ‘normal.’ It was a new sort of normal, like if you’d moved out of your house and years later the new owners invited you over for dinner, but it felt familiar nonetheless.

It seemed to me that we were all more focused on the cases coming in, and while the rest of the team still went out for drinks after a long case, I no longer took part. It didn’t feel right, and above that, I had to get home and prepare for whatever new guest decided to grace me with their presence.

The nice way of saying that people were breaking into my apartment.

It started the Monday I had returned to work with the BAU. Once we got home, my apartment was trashed with a lovely note carved into my bedside table letting me know that this was only going to get worse. I had no motive for them either, but I had three guesses: they were working for DeLeon, they were working for Archer, or they were working for me. If they were working for me, they were probably pissed that I went back to the BAU, or they were clients that held a grudge.

Either way, it didn’t really matter, because if I wasn’t already having trouble sleeping, I definitely was now. I never knew what day, what time, or how many people there’d be. I hate to call it a game, but that was honestly what it’d become. I tried to track their pattern, but they were good, keeping everything very random. I started making bets with myself about the day, time, and number of people, just to keep things interesting.

I walked into work with new bruises and cuts all the time. I tried my best to cover them up, but I wasn’t stupid, and I didn’t believe my teammates were blind. But none of them pushed, they only ever gave me weird looks, which I promptly ignored.

It wasn’t until I was so tired and in pain that I couldn’t do my job correctly.

I was chasing down and unsub, but I couldn’t keep up. He turned a corner and when I followed, ambushed me. We started fighting, but I couldn’t hold my own. Had it not been for Derek following me and shooting him off of me, that man would have strangled me with his bare hands. Only then did Hotch pull me aside.

“Chambers, what is going on with you?” he had those stern, yet caring eyes trained on me.

“Do you want the real version, or the boss version?” I sarcastically asked. He raised his eyebrows slightly. “I’m having trouble sleeping. I wake up every night from nightmares if I’m lucky enough to fall asleep in the first place.”

“Do you expect me to buy that, or do you also fight your furniture in your sleep?” he asked.

“I do expect you to buy that, because it’s true,” I shot back.

“But that’s not everything,” Hotch pointed out.

I shrugged, “It’s close enough.”

“Chambers,” he warned.

“I’m okay,” I assured.

“You almost died today in hand to hand combat. I’ve never seen you even come close to losing to someone in that area. You beat Morgan on a regular, and he’s one of the best fighters I know,” Hotch acknowledged, “What is going on?”

“Hotch, please-”

“I will ask you to take time off if this is not something that can be solved.”

“No!” I barely let him finish, “You cannot confine me to my apartment.”

He gave me a quick once over, and I tried my best to look composed. “I will order you to tell me if things get worse.” I nodded and gave a small ‘thank you’ before walking away.

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I did everything I could to prepare for the intruders, but it was another long night. I was never sure if they were out to kill me or just scare me, but it usually ended up with me fighting two or three people at the same time. Usually they fled before things got too serious, but I ended up having to drag out a body every now and then.

Last night was no different, fighting two masked people until they decided to leave. The one upside of all the constant fighting after a while, was that it was allowing me to sleep better. I was so exhausted by the time I was done, that I could actually get three or four solid hours of sleep. Ironic how the same problem causing part of my lack of sleep, could also help me sleep.

The one thing different about last night, though, was that I finally got a look at one of their faces, unmasked and alive. It wasn’t much, but it was something to go off of.

I convinced Garcia to help me find someone who was hopefully in the system. I gave her a description; a man in his early thirties, red curly hair, about five foot eleven, scar behind his ear. She pulled up known felons and those in the prison system, but none of them were him. I didn’t want to have to raise suspicion by asking her to do it, but I had to know who was coming after me. So I went out on a limb and asked her to search for people in the Bureau, and those who worked closely with Agent Howard Archer.

And then I saw him. Some new assistant of Archer’s that also happened to work for the MI6 before moving to the US.

I played it off to Penelope, but I now knew who was coming after me. He must have been nearly as pissed as DeLeon was about Xena, and even more so about the fact that I weaseled my way out of charges, out of DeLeon’s grasp (if he knew about that), and all the way back to the BAU.

But I had a plan, one that would grant me more peace, and help keep the BAU team together.

Things just worked out even better than expected when Emily accidentally dropped information to one of the deputies that was helping his son get away with muder. Not like I wanted her to make a mistake, she was already feeling more guilty about it that she needed to, and I did want to be there for her, but it also just so happened to serve a bigger purpose as well.

We boarded the jet on our way home after using a couple extra days to catch the deputy and his son. Emily sat by herself in the back, clearly beating herself up. I saw JJ say something and squeeze her shoulder, but Emily was not having it. I gave her the first half of the trip to wallow, and then made my move.

I approached her seat and went to sit down when she waved me off, “Chambers, I really can’t go through another ‘it’s okay we still got him’ pep talk right now.”

I sat down right next to her and put my feet up on the other seat. I crossed my arms over my chest, mimicking her movement, and said, “Nah, man, I came over here to tell you that you majorly fucked up. Didn’t you hear? If you’re in the FBI and wrongfully trust your fellow law enforcement officers who are supposed to be helping you catch the bad guy, you’re immediately terminated?” She glared at me from the corner of her eye and I smirked, “I’m serious, Emily. If you ever make a mistake and then end up solving the whole case for us like that again, I think we might just have to fire you.”

“You’re hilarious,” she deadpanned.

“No, not really,” I smiled, “I only think I am when I’m massively sleep deprived and my badass coworker makes the coolest unsub takedown of the century.” She rolled her eyes. I looked across the aisle to where JJ was seated and asked, “Come on, JJ. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong,” JJ absentmindedly sang, not even bothering to look up from her magazine, “It’s not like she launched through the air, tackled him, and rolled on the ground a couple of times before handcuffing him from her position on top, then stood up like it was nothing.”

I shrugged, turning my attention back to Emily, “Ooh! So, does this mean, now that you’re obviously leaving, that I will be the best at the shooting range?”

“Okay, please stop,” Emily finally spoke back up. She still wouldn’t look at me, but I could see the beginning of a smile creeping up on her face.

I lightly poked her in the side, and she finally cracked a smile, looking over at me. “Look, historically I’m not the greatest at giving pep talks, but I’ve fucked up enough time to know the usual bullshit that they entail, and I know that not a single ounce of it is helpful. It’s gonna feel crappy for a while, that’s just how it goes, but trust me when I say that you have a lot more to be proud of than slipping up once in your seven years of being with the FBI. Not to mention that you personally got to kick his ass anyway.”

“Yeah, but,” she shook her head, “next time, things might not end as lucky.”

“God damn it, Emily,” I tsked playfully, “You’re starting to sound like me. And I can tell you with confidence, being me, that I do not recommend that path.”

“I appreciate what you’re saying but-”

“But you don’t want to come out with me and the girls tonight,” I sighed, posing it more like a statement than a question. “I get it.”

JJ perked up at this, and asked, “What is this you’re saying about girls night?”

“Oh, I guess it’s not that exciting. Emily doesn’t seem interested,” I feigned a grimace, reaching into my pocket to produce five ticket.

“What are those?” Emily asked.

I hummed, “I guess I’ll have to sell yours, or refund it or something, you know, since you don’t want to come out with us.”

“Aundreya, I swear to god,” Emily started, reaching for the tickets in my hand. I jerked them back, but Tara yanked one from my grasp.

“Alanis Morissette? Are you for real?” she asked.

“Dead serious,” I grinned.

I turned to Emily whose mouth was agape, “How’d you know? I’ve been trying to see her for years, but we always have a case!”

“Look, we have tonight and then the extended weekend off. I figured we could get some sleep this afternoon, get ready, go out to dinner, and then go to the concert,” I suggested.

“Absolutely!” Emily’s excitement was enough to make all of us smile, “This is amazing. Does Garcia know?”

“Does she ever,” I murmured. “She nearly wrecked the surprise about twelve times already!”

The girls laughed, and the prospect of getting away and doing something fun seemed to put everyone in a much better mood.

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I woke up on Garcia’s floor completely exhausted. But for once, it was a happy exhaustion. No break ins, no nightmares, just the five of us girls having the night of our lives. I checked the time, and the brightness of my phone blinded my eyes. The time read 9:24, and my head hurt a little, but I knew how to drink. Emily and Tara would be fine by the end of the day, but I wouldn’t be surprised if JJ and Penelope were hungover until the weekend was over.

I started cleaning up the place, trying my best not to make any sound or knock into any bottles. When it felt sufficiently cleaned, and I did everything I thought I could that would be quiet, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Emily was the next up, and walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes and holding an empty tequila bottle. She placed it in the trash, then walked over to where I was flipping pancakes.

“Damn, aren’t you tired?” she asked.

I gave her a look. “I’ve adjusted to the constant pounding in my head.”

“Right,” she rasped, “I forgot. You’ve got that super power that allows you not to be affected by drugs and alcohol and stuff.”

I just nodded. “How was it, though?”

She looked at me confused for a moment, before realizing I was talking about the concert. “Aundreya, it was amazing. I can’t believe you did that for us.”

I shrugged, “I just figured we all needed a break.”

“Amen,” Tara said, finishing the last of her beer before placing the empty bottle on the counter.

“Beer before pancakes?” Emily asked.

“My head already hurts, I don’t think another swig’ll change that,” she pointed out. When the other two woke up, we ate breakfast and finished cleaning Peleope’s apartment. It was the first time since I’d been back that I actually did something with the group, and it was actually really fun. We were all Alanis Morissette fans, so we practically screamed the lyrics all night. Not one of us could talk properly, our vocal chords probably wrecked for eternity.

When we finished up, we all decided to head back to our own places. I dreaded leaving, knowing that there was a 50 percent chance that mine was raided yet again.

I was the last one out, and right as I was about to leave, I felt Penelope’s eyes on me. She’d been acting a little strange around me the entire night, and I was wondering if she was ever going to talk to me about it. I turned around to face her and saw that she was looking at me with very nervous eyes. I offered her a small smile, hoping that she would come out with it on her own.

When she just kept looking at me, shifting her eyes between me and the door, I carefully asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she quickly said, seeming to pull out of her thoughts. “Sorry to keep you. You can head home if you need to.” She rushed over to me and started to open the door but I slightly leaned back on the door so she couldn’t fully pull it open.

“If you want me to leave, I will,” I looked her straight in the eyes, “But if you have something to say, or ask, please do. I don’t want you to be nervous to talk to me.”

She struggled for the right words for a moment before she sighed. “Do you want to sit?” I nodded and followed her to the couch. She took another deep breath before starting, “It’s about your ring of people.”

“Okay…” I invited her to continue.

“Um, Deen, that’s his name right? Deen?” I nodded, “Well, he mentioned something to me about you wanting to recruit me before I got offered a job at the FBI.”

I pressed my lips together with understanding. Of course Deen would slip up when it came to ‘The Black Queen.’ I already knew he had a not so little crush on her, and now that he’d met her, he wouldn’t shut up. “Yeah, I did. You were just starting to get really big around the same time the Cloaks were going under, and I knew you’d be a big asset to our team. Once I had the ring up and running, I made a plan to reach out to you and ask you to join us. It was a bit of a long shot considering you were using your skills to do good and you’d probably think we were on the opposite end of that, but we really wanted you. Well, I really wanted you and Deen was really pushing for it. Honestly, we were only three days out from inviting you in when you got caught. We were hopeful, but when you accepted the job with the FBI we weren’t surprised. Still sad, though,” I admitted.

“So, had I not got caught, or you’d gotten to me a few days earlier, your life could’ve been my life?” she asked, a bit of wonder in her voice.

I joked, “Hopefully not. But you would’ve been in the room with me whenever I was planning something new or we were tracking a client or mole. You probably would’ve been our lead in operations considering you’d have access to all of their information and security cameras we’d need to hack into, not to mention some of our own.”

“That’s… wow,” Penelope stared out the window as if she could see her other life playing out.

“But I think you ended up where you belong,” I smiled at her.

She mirrored my expression and agreed, “Yes. I think you’re right. It would’ve been interesting though, to see how different my life would’ve been.”

“Maybe,” I reminded, “But you might not have even said yes to us to begin with.” She looked deep in thought, understandably. It was a lot to process, especially since she had some idea of my lifestyle and the amount of trouble I got into. But it was still a possibility that she’d never had the opportunity to ponder. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yes. Thank you for last night and, for answering my questions this morning,” she stood up with me as I went to grab my stuff and head out the door.

“If you want to know anything else, just ask,” I smiled.

She nodded and was about to close the door behind me she shyly questioned, “And Deen?”

I grinned from ear to ear. “Great guy, super loyal, funny, and a natural leader and protector. Oh, and super into you.”

She smiled to herself, looking down a little bit, then gave me a wave as she shut the door.

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When I got back to my place, and saw that the door was already cracked, I sighed. I swung open the door to see that things only continued to get worse.

Sitting there on the couch was Spencer. There was broken glass and knocked over furniture strewn all around, and he was like a rare diamond sitting in the middle of the rubble.

“Aundreya, what is going on?” his voice was soft and concerned, eyes wide.

“Spencer, please-” I tried.

He shook his head and gestured for me to sit down next to him. I swiped off some of the stuffing coming out of a read and sat down. “Please. Please tell me what all of this is. I want to help.”

“You can’t help,” I said.

“Only because you won’t let me,” he pointed out. “You’re coming to work with new bruises all the time, you’re clearly more tired than usual, and your ability to think and physically perform are decreasing.”

I looked down at my hands, spinning the bracelets around my wrist. “People are breaking into my place. It’s completely random but I can fend them off.”

The shock and concern in his eyes grew, “How long has this been going on?”

I purses my lips, “Since I came back.”

“And how many times has this happened?”

I looked around my apartment and shook my head, “I stopped cleaning after four.”

“Aundreya-”

“Don’t say anything,” I pleaded. “If you do, then I’ll have to take time off and leave this place defenseless, or you’ll assign people to stand guard which will likely only get them killed. I’m handling this.”

“You call this,” Spencer gestured to the disaster I called an apartment, “handling it?”

“I’m trying to handle it,” I corrected, “And it’s actually been getting better.”

“I know that’s not true,” he accused.

“Well now I’m too tired for nightmares and can actually get some real, solid sleep, so I’d call that a win,” I snapped. He looked at me hurt, “I didn’t mean to sound like that.”

“My point exactly. You’re too tired to control your emotions. You’re irritable,” he stated.

“I’m okay,” I insisted. I could tell he was not buying it, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want him anywhere near my apartment. Anywhere near me. It would only put him in harms way.

“Is this why you always insisted on going out to meet me instead of going to one of our apartments?” he asked.

We’d been meeting up for food or just walks when neither of us could sleep. He was still dealing with prison, and drugs, and Cat Adams with his mom (which I didn’t know about until I came back), while I was dealing with Xena, and DeLeon, and Agent Archer. We quickly realized that there was no one else to call at 3am in the morning when we couldn’t sleep besides each other.

“That, and I didn’t want to intrude on you and Maeve,” I whispered.

“She actually hasn’t been staying over these past few days,” he murmured. It threw me off guard, so I just stared at him with my head tilted to one side. “Yeah. I don’t blame her though.”

“Wait, it was her decision?” I asked.

“No, well yes,” he stumbled. “I mean, I felt bad constantly being away, and the only time I was here I was waking up with nightmares. She deserves better than that.”

“And you deserve to be with who you want. Don’t push her away because you feel guilty, let her make that decision on her own,” I finished with a yawn.

“God, you need sleep,” he said, effectively dodging my previous statement.

“Yeah, but then who’s gonna protect you if they come back?” I attempted to joke.

He reached down and produced his gun, then flashed the other one around his ankle along with a small dagger. I raised my eyebrows at him. He shrugged, “I think I can hold down the fort for tonight. The team needs you to be rested to chase down our unsubs.”

I laughed, “Yeah, but they need you rested to actually find them in the first place. I can pass the whole chasing them down thing back to Morgan for a while.”

“You’re not going to be able to sleep with me here, are you?” he asked.

I shook my head, “In your defense, I wouldn’t be sleeping if you weren’t here. But now that I know there’s more than just vases in here to protect…”

“Fine. How about we take shifts?” he offered.

“No, you should go and get some real sleep on a bed, not a couch that’s falling apart,” I suggested. He gave me a pointed look, and I knew he wouldn’t be sleeping either now that he knew what was going on. “Fine. Shifts it is.”

He stood up to go shut and lock my door, then came back to sit next to me on the couch. I put my head on his shoulder, and before I knew it, I was out.

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I woke to the sound of ringing. I looked up to find that somehow, we both ended up asleep on my couch, my head on his chest, curled up in his side. His arm was around me and I wanted to believe that the ringing was just a part of another nightmare, but when it went off again, I sprung up off the couch. I quickly scanned the windows and all the doors, waiting for someone to jump us.

“It’s okay,” Spencer rasped, sitting up, “It’s just our phones.”

I looked down at the coffee table near the couch to see that he was right. “Oh.” I answered mine and walked into the other room while Spencer answered his, cursing myself for being so jumpy in front of him.

It was Penelope, “You need to get here fast. There’s been a death.”

“Be right there,” I answered. I shuffled back into the main room where Spencer was already grabbing his stuff, running his hands through his hair.

“Do you want to ride with me?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied.

When we arrived at the bullpen, Hotch ushered us up to the round table room, and locked the door behind us.

“Hotch, what is going on?” JJ asked first.

We all looked at him expectantly. “Early this morning, the body of Associate Deputy Director Howard Archer was found in his apartment.” He flashed a picture up on the screen. Archer was hanging from his ceiling fan by his bed sheets. “It has been deemed a suicide, but we’ve been asked to confirm that COD.”

“Why? Is there any evidence of foul play?” Derek asked. I stayed completely silent.

“No.”

“Then what do they need us to investigate for?” Emily prompted.

“His wife swears that he wasn’t suicidal. He had been happier these past couple years, and only recently seemed on edge, but she said he seemed scared, not depressed,” Hotch presented.

“Yeah, but can’t fear and sadness sometimes appear to be similar?” JJ asked.

“Sure, but she claimed he seemed jumpy. Like looking over your shoulder scared,” Rossi answered.

“Chambers, you’ve been awfully quiet,” Derek looked at me.

I shrugged. “It looks like a suicide to me.”

“No more?” Derek pushed.

“Look, Reid, don’t you have some fact about people who subconsciously make stuff up when a loved one dies to cope? It’s like transferring but-”

“There are all different types of memory bias and false memories. Sometimes as a coping mechanism, victims can convince themselves that something different happened, or there were warning signs when there weren’t. Inaccurate recall, especially one of a key eyewitness causes almost-”

“Exactly,” I veered back to the point, “And if there is no evidence of foul play, I’d say we give it a little time and close it.”

“I agree,” JJ backed me, which I found slightly surprising.

“Okay,” Hotch said, “Rossi, take Reid with you to the scene and assure them of our conclusion unless anything else turns up.”

They nodded and left for the scene, while the rest of us went to our respective desks to get a jump start on paperwork.

I was relieved that I had played it off, and so far, it seemed like no one suspected a thing. I mean, I was with the girls for the entire night, or most of it anyway, and would have a clean alibi.

But I did kill him.

When we went out to dinner, I told the girls that I’d left my jacket at home. They all knew how tired I was lately, and didn’t question my forgetfulness. JJ offered me ker keys, which I took, but dropped in Heidi’s pocket. Heidi was one of the girls that I used to dance with, and she and I looked remarkably similar. If she kept her head down and away from cameras, you’d think she was me. I had her drive back to my place to get my jacket while I pickpocketed our waiter for his keys. I drove to Archer’s place, sneaked in through the window of his bedroom, and grabbed the sheets off his bed. I had gloves and shoe covers on, and my hair pulled back, so I was in the clear. I came up from behind him, and strangled him to appear the same way a suicide would. Tying him up to the ceiling fan was the fun part. At least I got to use a ladder I made sure to push over at the end. I then headed back to the restaurant where I grabbed my jacket from Heidi, and took back JJ’s keys. Entering the restaurant, I ‘bumped into’ our waiter to replace his keys, then sat down for dinner and went to the concert.

I didn’t plan on getting questioned, but if it got that far, I knew the girls would vouch for me. I mean, I was with them for the entire night except for the 20 minutes I left to get my jacket.

I was lost in thought, reconfirming to myself that there was no way I would get caught, when Derek viciously called across the room, “Chambers, what the hell?”

I looked and noticed the team and I were the only people left in the room. Rossi and Reid had returned, but I couldn’t figure out what he was so mad about.

“What do you mean what the hell?” I fired back.

“What is this?” Derek demanded, walking over to me and shoving his phone in my face.

It was the recording of me, sitting in the nursing home chair, saying the shittiest things I could think of. And I looked stone cold serious, “I don’t really have to think that much when it comes to that pathetic, riddled with daddy-issues boy. All he really adds to the team is a pretty face and a body that can chase down unsubs. Now that I can do that, I don’t really see his value on the team. I think the team just keeps him around because he’s funny to watch at bars surrounded by women.”

“Shut that off,” I croaked. The rest of the team had circled around me, looking hurt and shocked and betrayed.

“How could you say those things!”

“Derek, I can-” explain. But he cut me off before I could speak.

“Do you have any idea-”

“Yes!” I interrupted, “Yes, I know what I said, I know what I did! But if you’d just-”

“Don’t turn this on me,” he shouted back. Unbelievable. He’s not even gonna let me explain. I’m back to ground zero, and they won’t even give me a chance. “Penelope is by herself crying right now because of what you said!”

That was the last straw. “She almost died because of what I didn’t say!” That shut him up long enough so that I could finish, “God, one thing goes wrong and every single one of you flips on me in an instant.”

“I don’t know how you expect us to constantly forgive you for all the things you’ve done.”

“I don’t. Okay, I don’t. Not anymore,” I hissed, “Don’t expect me to do the same for you.” I shoved the last bit of paperwork into my bag and picked it up to leave.

“Do the same?” Derek’s voice was littered with irritation and sarcasm, “What do you have to forgive us for?”

I was almost halfway to the door when I spun on my heels, “Leaving me to rot in prison.”

“Yes, that was a mistake,” Emily jumped in, “But we realized that and came to save you from DeLeon.”

My mouth was agape, “You think that makes up for it? If you wanna play that game, how about this: I saved Spencer’s life that day, and you repaid me by forgetting about me behind bars. I got myself out of that DeLeon situation alive, and not like you’d care, but I got the rest of you out alive too, so don’t try to use finding me and carrying me out of that place as a remedy, because if I wanted to, I could have saved myself the pain and the torture and just let you all die.”

The team was in shock, and I started taking backward steps toward the door again when Derek recovered and spoke up, sounding slightly confused “So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave?”

“You don’t seem interested in anything else I have to say,” I spat.

“Look, we just-” Derek tried, his voice softening a little.

“No! No, I’m done with you constantly turning on me without hearing my side and then expecting me to accept your half-ass apologies. But I’m supposed to be understanding, right? I’m supposed to cut you slack because I’m the problem, right? I’m always the problem, with you, with the team, with every single relationship I’ve ever been in.” I huffed, “With me. I’m always the problem, okay, I get that. I’ve received the message loud and clear.” I continued on my path to the door, and I felt all of their eyes on me. Against my initial intentions to just walk out, I spun around and continued, “Just so you know, those things that I said saved your lives. And I didn’t mean a single word of it.”

“What do you mean saved our lives?” Emily asked.

Then I laughed. For profilers and FBI agents, I was surprised they hadn’t picked up on it. “How do you think he knew where you were and what you were doing, huh? Who did you think shot Penelope?” They still looked at me with empty faces. “He had snipers on you, and it seems I just couldn’t lie well enough when it came to her.” I turned toward the door.

“Chambers-” Emily tried.

I didn’t even turn around when responding, “Have fun at your little outing tonight. I won’t wait up this time.” They always went out after paperwork days, and I finally thought that tonight would be the night I’d join them again. But I was wrong.

Part 2

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[simpingforthehunt]

(Ruth 1:16)

I really love weddings and miss them so much. We had a Zoom wedding this year but it wasn't the same and I absolutely did get indirectly called out for wearing pyjamas (I'm not about to put on a Saree just to sit around in my own house, I'd rather be able to have an easier time peeing). This episode was so cute, but at the same time it's when the tears started and then from there don't stop for the remainder of the season. It also does kinda give me the wedding fix I need XD

Masterlist

Warnings:

Antisemitism (obviously), Spoilers for the show

Characters:

Jonah - Dude was voluntold to recite the Birkat Kohanim and honestly??? Mood. When he butchered it and then salvaged it with another prayer in honour of Ruth it went from second hand embarrassment to being really heartwarming. When Ruth appeared and recited it with Jonah, and then kissed him on the cheek? I cried. He’s been through so much, and the wedding finally gave him a sense of community in the Jewish community that Ruth always wanted Jonah to have. 

Harriet - Harriet was maybe around 10? During the Holocaust and her father sent her off to be safe. We learn that Rebekah is the name she was given at birth, and as far as we know she doesn’t even know if her Dad is alive or dead. She grew up in a convent since then, and went by the name we know her as. I really love her story arc, and can’t wait to see it unfold in season 2.

Murray - In this episode, we see that both Murray and Mindy are affected by Aaron’s death, but it seems to have affected Murray the most. Especially during the wedding, it is evident that Murray is sad because that wedding was supposed to be Aaron’s rather than Amy’s. The worst pain is the death of your child, because your kids are supposed to outlive you. I can’t imagine what both of them have been going through, but it’s been really hard to watch. My heart shattered when Aaron said he wanted to visit the garden he painted with his parents.

Millie - The last thing Millie wants to do is grasp at straws, and without the evidence that the dude gave her it seems that way. When bringing it to Grimsby, you see that he gets a little ~over~ defensive over it which is a little sus. The Reich mentioned they have people in the FBI, and it becomes more clear that it’s Grimsby as time goes on. Especially benching Millie, because she’s too smart for her own good. As well, I feel so bad for Millie because she didn’t want to break up with Maria, but for the sake of the nurse’s safety she had to.

Tobias - Portrayed by Jonno Davies.

Tobias is annoying, but not nearly as creepy as Travis. He’s ruled by emotion and lets his anger feed his hatred. He’s very impulsive and would rather get the job done right away. In this episode in particular, you see that he'd rather risk getting shot by armed guards just to kill Meyer, when that isn’t a smart move. His emotions get in the way of figuring out when it’s not the right time to act.

Travis - Travis is very opposite of Tobias. He’s creepy, unsettling, and very motivated. He’s ruled by logic, and lets his hatred simmer as he gets the job done. As well, he’s not completely sane which adds to his muder streak. Travis is a very talented liar, blaming the death of Tobias’s brothers on Meyer. When they’re outside the synagogue, Travis knows that it’s not the right time to do anything. He’s perceptive and studies his surroundings well, able to a feel of whether or not he has to retreat. As much as I hate him, I have to admit that he’s a well-written and well-acted character. Travis knows how to survive, and he knows how to win. I hope the Hunt figures out his patterns and finds his weakness, so that when he inevitably is released from prison they can take him down.

What I liked:

Jonah being voluntold to do the Prayer. That was very funny and very Jewish. 

Cheeks and Jonah’s final interaction for the remainder of the season. It was very heartwarming, and I loved that Jonah told Cheeks that he loves him. I don’t hear a lot of guys who are smothered in ~toxic masculinity~ say that to their friends so it was just nice to see.

The fact that Cheeks is going to a Liberal Arts college. Most people I know that go to one were a theatre kid in high school. Thinking about it, it makes sense that Cheeks would be a theatre kid so now that’s forever a headcanon. 

Seeing a side of Joe we don’t really get to see when he was visiting Eric. In that scene, you can tell they were best friends when they were in the Army together. Eric being the only one that was kind to Joe? And Joe mentioning that with a look of gratitude on his face? It hurt, but at the same time was heartwarming. I hope we see more of that in season 2 (when the save him of course) 

They pretty much confirmed that Biff listens to Bubblegum Pop and that is So Funny

The transition between Harriet and her flashbacks were really satisfying and smooth 

What I didn’t like:

Tobias. Need I say more?

Explaining things as best as I can:

Birkat Kohanim - known in rabbinic literature as raising of the hands. A hebrew prayer recited by the Hebrew Priests descended from Aaron. 

Horah - a Jewish circle dance, typically to Hava Nagila. During Jewish weddings, the bride and groom are lifted up in chairs in the middle of the circle. This also happens during a B’Nai Mitzvah party to whoever’s B’Nai Mitzvah it was. During my Bat Mitzvah they forgot to set a chair nearby so they didn’t lift me up and I’m still salty about it.

[saoirse-1887]

Things Sherlock has said that nobody will believe:

  "Stop being a little bitch about it," Him to Greg when taking shots.

  "I will fuck your shit up,"A bit tipsy, talking to his brother.

  "I went to school for five years, five years John, and for what? To chase literal geese around London!" After our whole ordeal with the blue cab.

  "If Mycroft and Anderson were in the same room, their stupidity would combine and compress the space and matter to create a black hole of idiocy." Him ranting about people being stupid.

  "How long do you think it'll take for him to find the dildo?" Him when when the murder weapon was literally a big pink dildo.

  "The knife penetrated him through the anal cavity, it was about 11 inches long, 2 inches wide." A man was stabbed in the arse.

  "Suck it." Him to Anderson when they were close in theories, but he turned out to be right.

  "Why is it purple, and do I even want to know what is on the wall."A chemical murder.

  "Shut up, the genius is speaking." He was hungover at a crime scene

  "If I can't legally have drugs, smoking is frowned upon, I rarely get good cases, and I can't committ crimes, what am I supposed to do?"There was a drop in crime and he wss bored.

  "If I were a plant, what would I be?" He took a couple too many buzzfeed quizzes.

  "Birth is a curse, existence is pain, life is purgatory, and humans are a plague." He had a three-day long migrane.

  "Indigo or Vermillion?" He was picking out what shirt to wear one day and asked me.

  "Fight me." Him to Mycroft when they were showing off.

  "Make me." Him to Mycroft.

  "How illegal is it to produce methanphetamines?"He was really bored.

  "What's that, why is it sticky, and can I lick it?"Him at a crime scene.

  "You are an absolute genius, but at the same time you're an idiot."Him to me while we were at a scene.

  "How far up your arse would this umbrella go?" Him to Mycroft.

  "Don't make me steal your cat." Him to Molly when she wouldn't let us in the lab.

  "How much time would it take to read the dictionary backwards and then from the middle to the outsides?" Once again, very bored.

  "Anderson, be still, I might miss and decapitate you."We were seeing how the murderer did it and anderson was the test dummy.

  "William Sherlock Scott Holmes isn't half as bad as Alexander Mycroft Chad Holmes. Mycroft is a Chad!"A bit tipsy.

  "Once we enter this restaurant, my name is Charels and yours is Mason, we have been married for 10 years and it's our anniversary. Put this on." We went undercover for a case.

  "If I had a child, their name would be Casey, just so I could call them Case." We were talking about kids. 

  "I abhor the day I was born."He was sick

  "Kiss Greg, Marry John, Kill Anderson." We were stuck in a house so we started playing kiss marry kill with the people in there.

  "So I accidentally broke the door… how? Well, there was this guy with a blowtorch." Not sure what happened to this day, we laughed so much that we couldn't breathe.

  "What do you mean you can't bring the cello? I need it!" Him to someone over the phone.

  "Why are there so many strange insults? What even is a prick?"Drunk off his tits.

  "You underestimate just how much I hate myself." We were at a muder/suicide and he described the symptoms and how they did it. We were all worried about him.

  "How long will it take for me to drink all of this? I know its embalming fluid!" Him to Molly after a really long case.

  "That is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard you say Lestrade!" Greg told him that he and Mycroft were dating, I laughed at him the entire way back to the flat.

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So I found the thing I was talking about

[arthurflecksgirl]

Joker saving a girl from bad guys

This one was requested by hausofbaloons on twitter. I hope you will like it :)

Warnings: Violence and sexual harassement (not graphic but still)

I couldnt sleep. This town wouldnt let me close my eyes.

The sound of the traffic, the traffic lights before my windows. It was all too much. Gotham was so noisy yet so dead when you took a closer look to it.

I didnt even knew what got me here. All I knew was that I couldn`t afford my old apartment in my hometown anymore, so I moved in this very bad neighborhood close to Anderson Ave.

Finding a new job here was difficult,too. I was lucky enough to find one that at least would make enough money to pay the rent. The place was called HAHas. They rent party clowns. I didnt even knew anything about clownery, how they called it. I lied when I told Mr Hoyt that I have experience and hoped he wouldn`t notice. Not until I found a "real" job. I really didn`t wanted to end up as a clown.

They said it would take them a few days to get some clown clothes that would fit a girl. Which made me nervous. It seemed like I would be the only girl working there. But for the moment I just had to eccept this situation. Some day I would hopefully get back on my feet.

Watching out the window made me feel  disconnected to the world. Its funny how a new place can change your point of view about so many things. Some places consume you in such an short amount of time. That`s how I felt about this town since the day I unpacked my things and slept in my new bedroom for the first time. Everything felt...wrong. It felt wrong being here, sleeping here, existing in general felt like a chore. Amd looking at these people out on the streets, they must feel the same. My eyes were focused on a little girl with her mother. How aweful it must be to raise your kid here. To grow up here. I just wanted to leave already.

I drank the last sip of my tea and got dressed. Deep down I knew it wasnt a good idea to go out at 10 pm in the evening. At least not here in Gotham, I´ve heard that some alleys are really dangerous to walk through. But I didnt knew which ones, so I tried to avoid all of them. Which wasnt possible all of the time. I left the house, freezing a bit. It was colder outside than I thought. At least the radiator was working. All these streets looked the same. I didnt even knew where to go, just wanted some fresh air, get this tiredness out of my bones.

I wish I had something to be passionate about again. Passion was something I seemed to have lost somewhere along the way. Some days I felt like a robot, only functioning for others. I did things but I havent FELT them for years. It makes a huge difference if you just keep on doing things or if you really feel them.  I wasnt sure what made me stop feeling myself anymore. It just happened. Failed relationships, friends you lose along the way, working,... all these kinda things that consume you, leaving nothing left but the shell of you. I guess this town would`t help.

Walking this neighborhood felt lonely, even while being surrownded by people. But at the same time there was proof that I wasnt the only lifeless zombie in this universe. There were other robots, just like me. The walking dead. Shouldn`t this make it hurt less? Shouldn`t this be comforting?

I was so lost in my thoughts I didnt even payed attention to where I was heading to. Most streets still remained unfamiliar to me.  I hestitated when I realized that I  didn`t knew where I was anymore. All this garbage, the bad smell. I felt something on my foot and screamed. A rat. The biggest rat I have ever seen in my life. This place was aweful. I really had to go and find some place nicer a few blocks away from here. The sun went down hours ago, everything started to look the same. I felt tired. Insomnia really had me in its arms.

Whispers. In the corners of the streets. On the sidewalks. I wanst sure if my mind was only playing tricks with me. Being alone in a city like this, at 9 pm in the afternoon could do that to you. I should have stayed home in my bed. The bed that didnt felt like mine anymore.

The whispers got louder and I was convinced that it wasnt my mind playing around as I satrted to hear steps behind me "Hey doll ! Where are you heading?"

The voice of a young man and another one laughing right behind me. I felt fear crawling up my insides. I didnt even had any with me to defense myself. I grabbed my keys, so I could scratch them with it if they would attack me. My hand was shaking while I reached down in my pockets.

"Hey, baby. Stop. We are talking to you!"

I didnt knew what to do. Should I run? Should I stop, trying to calm them down by acting friendly? My hand so close around my keys I hurt myself. It was already too late to run away, one of them grabbed me by the arm. So firm I couldnt move it to use the keys anymore. That was it. Only some weeks in Gotham city and I was already dead. I should have known better.

"Take her stuff!" the other one yelled. He sounded obvously drunk. "I will" he hurt my arm again "But... I think there is even more we could do besides taking her stuff..." he grabbed my bag, hew it to the other guy and pushed me against the wall, violently. With his alcoholic breath. I felt my eyes watering. "Don`t cry baby doll. i`m sure you`re gonna like it".  The other one was laughing, while he took my money and cards. "Oh, you can have her. I already made out with the other girl an hour before" more laughter.  "Good" he yelled into my face "More left for me". Hands on my chest. Hands everywhere as he started to pull up my shirt. A whimper. it was mine. I started crying. "Stop crying you stupid bitch!" I tried to stop but i couldnt.

And suddenly a shot fell. And another one.

I still felt his firm hands around my arm as he hesitated to take a look around. thats when I saw the other guy lying face down on the ground. Blood tripping from his body. He wasnt moving anymore. "What the fuck?"  he let go of me, running to his buddy.

Thats when I looked the other way.

There was someone standing inthe alley with us. It was dark but I still could make out the color of his suit. It was red. And he was holding a gun in his left hand.  He came closer as the guy who wanted to rape me was yelling at the dead body on the ground.

His face was painted like a clown. A red nose, a big smile and blue around his eyes. His hair was slick back, slightly curly and green, almost reaching down his shoulders. He looked intimitating. But for some reason I wasn`t afraid of him.

"Are you okay?" the clown came up to me,touching my shoulder very carefully."Yeah...I guess I am".

I was still in shock. I just witnessed murder. This guy just shot someone in front of my eyes. He walked up slowly to the other guy.

"You shot my best friend!" the guy yelled.

"Get up!" the clown said

The guy was getting up. It felt like watching a slow motion scene.

"He didnt deserved to live. He was about to watch you raping her."

"So what? Maybe I can`t have her today. But there is always a tomorrow."

The man in the red suit took a step towards him

"You think so, huh?"

"Of course" the drunk guy said, looking at me with his hungry eyes "I would make her scream and..."

Another shot.

And after that. Nothing but silence and his  gentle hand upon my shoulder again "They can`t hurt you anymore". He lit himself a cigarette, sucking the smoke in like nothing just happened. The two dead bodies lying in front of us.

"Thank you for saving me from these guys...but....you just SHOT them !" my voice cracked.

He blew the smoke out "I know. They would have found another victim. These kinda guys never stop." He pulled my shirt down. It was still up from all the grabbing. "I just hope you`re okay. You`re shaking." There was somthing so comforting in his voice. I felt so torn between being shocked and being reliefed that someone saved me from what was about to happen.

"I`m still... in shock I guess. He tried to..."

"I know. Thats why I took care of it. People can be aweful. Especially here in Gotham city. You should even be out here on the streets alone".

His eyes pierced me. It was hard to not be attracted to him. Maybe it was the shock. I flt like a compleate freak, feeling save talking to someone who just shot two guys in an dark alley while waring clown make up. He obviously wasnt a cop or something. He must  have been some kind of criminal himself. I shouldn`t  even keep talking to him. "Do you live far from here?" he grabbed my stuff that was still lying on the ground, made sure to collect it all together and handed it to me "Sorry for the blood on it." There was something so careless about him, after mudering two men. And yet he seemed to care so much about if i`m okay.  I wondered if it was the first time that he killed someone.

I took my purse and the rest of my things "Um....no not that far. Maybe a 30 minutes walk. But I just moved here and lost track of the streets. It was so dark and I`m not sure how to find back home anymore."

He threw the last bit of his cig aon the ground "I could walk you home if you want. Which street is it?"

I didnt wanted to tell him my exact adress "Near Anderson ave".

"You`re kidding, right? I lived in Anderson ave all my life. I mean...I still do actually". He put the gun back in his pocket.

"Oh so you know the way back?"

"Sure"

I thought about this for a minute. Wasn`t this insane?

"Look, you don`t have to. I can go now" he said "I just wanna let you know that I wouldnt ever hurt you. i just killed those guys because they wanted to do bad things to you and they also said they would do it again. Its okay if you don`t trust me. Just let me know if I should walk you home. I dont mind eighter way."

His voice was so soft. I couldnt stop staring at the way he was using his hands while talking . They seemed to floath through the air. The way he moved was graceful. His slender body in the red suit makde me feel something. I was just very drawn to this stranger.And even though he did something bad. He only did it to save me. I decited to let him walk me home.

"No. I belive you. You can walk me home"

"Great" it almost looked like he was dancing as he turned around, smirking.

I was walking right next to him.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure!"

"Why are you wearing clown make up?" i pointed at his face.

"I used to work as a party clown"

"Really?"

"yeah"

"Thats funny. I just got a new job here at Haha`s. "

His face immediately darkened. Did I said something wrong.

"At Haha`s, huh?"

I didnt dared to say answer. His face expression changed in between seconds.

"I know that place."

"Do you.... work there too?

"Not anymore"

I nooded. this subject didnt seemed to be a good choice for conversation. So I remained  silent. He didnt said anything anymore eighter. Everything about this felt weird but being around him was indeed very exciting.

"So this alley leads to Anderson ave" as we arrived at my block.

"Oh, I know the way from here. I don`t know how to thank you..."

He smiled. It was more of a smirk really. Behind all the make up. I was wondering how he would look like without the face paint. His facial expression was so interesting. Still intense behind all of this clown make up.

"No need to thank me" he said while his eyes kept piercing me. I wasnt sure how I should say goodbye to the one that just saved me. Maybe my life even.  So I just offered him a hug. he leaned towards me and let me hug him. His hands oddly lying on my back, barely touching me. He seemed kinda shy, which was very surprising.  For a brief moment I felt his cheek on mine. I even felt the softness of the white face paint upon my skin. Shivers running down my spine. I coulnt help it. Feeling him letting go of our hug almost hurted me. What was happening?

"So, since you dont live far from here, maybe I´ll see you around?"

He reached down his pocket, pulled out a pen,a piece of paper and started writing "Here is my number. I mean, just in case someone is bothering you again. Or following you.  Just call me when something feels wrong."

A card is falling out of his pocket. He pickes it up, looking at it for a little bit too long. I couldnt tell what it said but it must have been something important to him. He seemed nervous as he put it back "Not this one." he mumbled.

I once again told him how thankful I was before we said our goodbyes.

Heading back ome after all of this felt surreal. Did that really happen? I turned around and he was still standing there, lightening another cig.

I looked at the piece of paper he gave to me.

Arthur.

That was his name.

A beautiful name.

Just as beautiful as he was.

As soon as I got home, I hoped into bed. Once again I wasnt tired. How could I`ve been tired after this? I was more awake than ever. That face. I put his number on my bedside table, lying on my back. i just coulnt stop thinking about how his bare  face might have looked like. Would I even be able to notice him on the streets without his costume and make up? His green eyes and the smirk haunted me all night long. Arthur. He forgot to put his last name on it. Or was that onpurpose. Eighter way I had his number.

And then out of the sudden I realized that I haven`t thought about the fact that he might get caught and locked up for killing two strangers on the sidewalk. Panic was spreading inside of me like a tumor. If he would get caught it would be my fault. He killed them to save my life. I could have never forgiven myself that.

My heart told me I should get up, grab the phone and call him. Asking him how he would try to not being caught. If there was any plan or... This was ridicilous. What could I possibly say to him? I guess he was aware of what he just did. I started sweating and opened my window. More noises of people yelling at each other.  What an aweful city. He seemed like the only nice person I have met since I moved here. With his face and voice in my mind, I was finally able to FEEl something again. The sensation of having strong emotions was something I thought I lost. And all of the sudden I imagined this stranger in my mind. Someone I knew nothing about. But he made me feel something. It was like awakening from a long, dark sleep. Maybe my heart wasn´t dead yet. Maybe there was a spark left inside of me. And he lit it. Not only because he saved me. It was his presence. The way he looked right though me. His cheek against mine. Those hands. Images of fresh memories started to floath my mind and I enjoyed it. I finally enjoyed something again. It was like I felt my own heart beating in my chest. I havent felt that for years. Sometimes I didnt even knew if it was still beating anymore. And now it was so loud. A competition to the traffic outside.

And after hours of thinking about him I finally fell asleep to the sound of the traffic.

Red painted lips.

A fake smile covering a real smile.

I put one figer on his upper lip. I can feel a scar.

Pressing it softly, before his face comes closer.

He leans in before I feel the softest kiss upon my lips.

I woke up, rubbing my eyes, realizing that I just dreamed about kissing this total stranger. He really managed to get into my mind. I still felt his lips on mine. I thought about his hands. I took a close look to them when he was holding the gun. They looked so gentle. I caught myself thinking about how it would feel to be touched by those hands. To hold them.

I got up, made a coffe and got dressed. I had to go to the pharmacy to get some sleeping pills. I just couldnt do this anymore. Lying awake all night drained the life out of me.

Gotham looked the same way at daylight as it looked at night. Just as dark and depressing. Hopefully the sleeping pills would help me find some rest again.

After I arrived the pharmacist asked me if I had experience with sleeping pills and told me about all the side effects. i just wanted to get out of ther for gods sake. Two minutes laer she was still taking to me, not even realizing I wansnt listening anymore, someone else entered the room. I was glad because she was alone there and had to  serve the other costumer now. But she still kept talking.

Suddenly a voice from behind interrupted her "No, the other ones are actually better. And you can get them without a recipe,too."

"Excurse me?" the lady said "The ones on the left" a tiney looking man with brown curls was coming up to us. He pointed at the meds, looking at me "Belive me. You want those. Not the ones on the right. They will give you bad nightmares."

"Oh. Okay thank you, Mr." I looked at the pharmacist "So, I want those, please" she gave me a look and told me how much they were. I payed, taking another look to the man beside me, as he put different receipes on the counter.

There was something about his facial features. His eyes. Those piercing eyes.

The lady gave him an annoyed look "As usual, Mr. Fleck?"

"Yeah"

"Alright. Give me a minute to get them"

He nodded.

His hands.

"Arthur?" I wasnt sure if I was out of my mind but he reminded me of the clown who saved me last night.

He immediately faced me when I said his name. IT WAS HIM.

"Yes?"

"Its you right? You were the..... " I whispered "The clown that saved me last night"

He smiled in a very shy way, he lowered his voice "I was".

That feeling. There is was again. I didnt knew what was happening to me. I just fell for this man. His bare face even more beautiful than I imagined.

The sales woman came back, handing him out three bottles of meds.  He hesitated to put them into his pocket, like he was afraid I might get a closer look to it. I finally took my sleeping pills,too. Still staring at him.

"I thought about you last night" saying the words out loud I just realized how it sounded like "I mean...not like that. Oh my god this is embarrassing. I`m sorry."

You don`t have to be embarrassed.. what was your name again?"

"I`m Y/N"

"Hi Y/N!" he offered me his hand. HIS HAND! The one I dreamed about last nicht. Fantasized about being touched by it. His skin was even softer in reality. We got out of the pharmacy together, standing in the middle of the crowded streets.

"Arthur, I have to thank you once again and I was woried about you. Umm..You can imagin why. "

His arms hung down on him in a weird way. A body languare so differently from last night. So shy, intimidated even. By what? By me?

"Don`t worry about me Y/N. I always get back on my feet."

"Yeah well " my heart was racing in my chest while looking at him "You were the only one here that was ever nice and taking notice since I moved here. I`m always alone since I`m a citizen of Gotham city"

He lit a cig "I can imagin. I`m alone since the day I was born"

Why would he say that?I noticed how sad his eyes were, behind his stare, behind the piercing look of his green eyes, there was so much sadness. I had a better look into them now in the daylight. His beautiful face looked kinda tired. Tired of life.

I knew that feeling. I wanted it to fade from his face. I wanted his eyes to light up. And I wanted to be the reason for that.

"Arthur, do you want to go out with me? Like... for a coffee?"

His hand started to shake a little "You mean like a date?"

"Um..." I felt myself blushing "I dont know....if you want it to be one."

He smiled "If YOU want it to be one."

We headed to the next coffee shop, not saying a word as our hands touched slightly ,but our smiles said it all.

Maybe we both were alone.

But now it was time to be alone together.

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Savary, Duke of Rovigo.

Anne Jean Marie René Savary, Duc de Rovigo, by Robert Lefèvre, 1814.

Anne Marie Jean René Savary was born on April 26, 1774, in Marcq (Ardennes), son of an officer who had managed, thanks to his service, to become a Knight of the Royal and Military Order of Saint Louis and at the end of his career, major of the Place of Sedan. That’s where the young boy grew.

He had two older brothers, and the eldest, Ponce, was a classmate of Napoléon Bonaparte in Brienne and in the Régiment de La Fère. Savary himself enlisted in 1790, aged 16, in a cavalry regiment, the Royal-Normandie (1674-1962).

As many officers emigrated, Savary was promoted sous-lieutenant in September 1791. His career was only beginning. He fought with Général Custine, then Pichegru,  Moreau, Férino, and finally Desaix.

With Desaix, he was in the Armée du Rhin and then in Egypt. He participated to the Battle of the Pyramids, and to the Second Italian Campaign, till Marengo, where he was the one to find and recognize Desaix’ s body. Savary, who liked Desaix and admired his skills and humanity, brought his body back to the closest town to be buried, and broke the news to Bonaparte.

Trusting Desaix��� judgment and impressed by his loyalty and his energy Bonaparte took him as his aide-de-camp.

Savary then became Napoléon’s right-hand man. Bonaparte gave him several police operations to lead. He even became close to the family by marrying a distant relative of Joséphine, Félicité de Faudoas.

In 1803, Savary, now a Général de Brigade, discovered the Plot of Cadoudal, which incriminated generals Pichegru and Moreau. Pichegru was arrested and killed himself, Moreau was exiled. Cadoudal himself refused to ask for mercy and was beheaded.The conspirers seemed to have been waiting for a prince of the royal blood to come back to France.

In 1804, Bonaparte decided to have the Duke of Enghien, of the House of Condé, princes of the royal blood, emigrated to Germany, arrested, for supposedly being part of the Cadoudal Plot. Many reasons have been offered  regarding his real motives, but the Duke was kidnapped in Germany, brought to Strasbourg and then Vincennes, judged without witnesses and Savary was present. He was close to the First Consul, led the elite gendarmerie troops of Vincennes, and his presence undoubtedly weighed on the verdict.

The Duke denied any participation to any plot, but bravely stated his opposition to the Republic, for which he was condemned to death. He was shot in the moats of the Castle of Vincennes, by these gendarmerie troops, in front of Savary. Later, writing his memoirs, Savary would minimize his own part in the execution.

General Savary then found himself back to the battlefields, participating to the Campaign of Austerlitz, and then the Campaign of Prussia and Poland (Fourth Coalition). He excelled in Iena where, chasing the routed Prussians, he managed to capture a whole regiment of Hussars. In early 1807, he had to replace an ill Marshall Lannes at the head of the Vth Corps, covering Varwaw after the Battle of Eylau, and on February 16, he won his major victory, defeating the Russians in the battle of Ostrolenka. The Emperor rewarded him with a pension of 20000 francs and the Great Eagle of the Légion d’Honneur.

After a short term as a governor in Eastern Prussia, he was sent as an ambassador to Saint Petersburg. He was charged in particular to make sure the continental blocus would be respected. In spite of the Tsar’s affected amiability, the Russian aristocraty saw him as the muderer of a prince; plus, his bluntness and taste for action did not fit the diplomatic profile; the Emperor replaced him with Caulaincourt.

In 1808 he was created Duc de Rovigo and sent to Spain.

Savary was sent to bring Napoleon’s orders to Murat. At this time many things were kept secret and informations and orders were contradictory. When Murat fell ill, Savary had to take his place; his orders had to be countersigned by Murat’s chief of staff, Général Belliard, who obeyed him unwillingly.

Savary found another opponent in the French Ambassador La Forest, who objected to Savary’s preference for repression. He also had to come to terms with Napoleon’s orders and the fact that they did not often take into account the information he had sent the Emperor. For example, he was ordered by him to send all available back up to Marshal Bessières, ignoring General Dupont in Bailen. Bessières won in Medina de Rioseco, but Dupont finally capitulated in Bailen, which was the first serious defeat for Napoleon.

That’s when rumors of a plot let by Talleyrand and Fouché reached Savary and Napoléon - to replace the Emperor with another member of the family (supposedly Murat). Fouché fell then in disgrace, and Napoléon replaced him with Savary.

After a friendly interview with Savary, Fouché systematically and methodically burned all of his police archives, leaving his unpopular successor blind. The whole network had to be rebuilt.

Savary slowly managed to ingratiate himself and do some efficient work; his wife’s receptions helped, as well as his own efforts on his harsh temper. Even the royalist milieux somewhat relented.

But the Minister of Police took many unpopular decisions (placing on files, recordings, bans, censorship ), making his own prefects uncomfortable. Madame de Staël was the most famous victim of this censorship.

For as much as Napoleon relied on him, he often favored his opponents whenever he had a dispute with the other ministries (Decrès, Maret). And finally the Imperial Police was humiliated when Général Malet, detained for conspiracy, escaped, went to the nearest barracks with a fake senatus-consult in hand, claiming that the Emperor was dead in Russia and that the Republic had been proclaimed. The attempted Coup d’Etat eventually failed, but the Police was discredited and Savary especially ridiculed (as the conspirers had surprised him in bed and sent him to the prison of La Force).

Napoléon, displeased, had other major problems to consider first. Savary was loyal to him to the end, in spite of his doubts. When Marie-Louise and Joseph Bonaparte left Paris with the King of Rome, it was against Savary’s advice. But he made a mistake himself, allowing Talleyrand to stay in Paris, and to finally negotiate with Marmont.

Savary did join Napoléon during the Hundred Days, and was greeted without enthusiasm. Fouché was again the Minister of Police.

After Waterloo, Savary did not join Napoléon in Saint Helena (excluded by the British for his role in the execution of the Duke of Enghien). And Fouché had him on a prosciption list. Sentenced in absentia, Savary went to Smyrne (today, Izmir), but had soon to leave the Ottoman Empire, and moved between Trieste, Gratz, Smyrne again, London, and back to France.

His second trial began in December 1819, and his lawyer, André Dupin, was the one who a few years ago had defended Marshal Ney. This time, Savary was unanimously acquitted. He kept his titles and dignities, but no responsibility - what could he hope for, as he was considered the Duke ‘s murderer.

This was a blemish he tried to reject onto others; in 1823, he published his Memoirs regarding the catastrophe of the Duke of Enghien and proved the fault was on Talleyrand- who retaliated with a skillfull press campaign. Talleyrand won, and the Duke of Rovigo was retired at age 49.

In 1828, Savary published his Memoirs to serve the History of Emperor Napoleon; it was a success. The next year, he left France for Rome and Italy.

His wife being friendly with Louis-Philippe’s Minister of Foreign Affairs,Savary went back to France. He participated to the conquest of Algeria, and his repression stunned even the Army.

He died in Paris the 2 June 1833, and his politics in Algeria were condemned by a Commission d’Enquête Parlementaire the next month.

He was undoubtedly devoted to the Emperor, but the d’Enghien Affair was always a millstone around his neck; he never recovered from how ridiculed he had been by Malet’s attempted Coup d’Etat; and finally, the brutality of his policies, making Fouché look good, ensured his unpopularity.