#alice fantasy patrol

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So...

I've made all 5 characters from fantasy patrol and I want to do a conclusion

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THE LONGEST EDIT

THE SHORTEST EDIT

MY FAV EDIT

MOST HATED EDIT (FOR ME)

MY FAV CHARACTER WITHOUT EDIT

THE CHARACTER WHO LOOKS STUPID WITHOUT EDIT

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[aesteries]

⋆✴︎˚。⋆ ─ ❝sweetling❞ ─ aemond targaryen and original female character. ❝alicent hightower's youngest daughter, haera targaryen, has returned to king's landing after eight long years in old town and aemond finds himself inexplicably drawn to the girl kissed by the moon and with the eyes that seem to only look at him.❞

how could i not love eyes that see me in all my forms as beautiful?

〔incest, innocence and fantasies, fluff and romance, smut, virginity, events of blood and cheese, family rivalry, disabled main character, hints of book!aemond, modified show!timeline and events.〕

words: 4.8k. series' masterlist.

                 CHAPTER 4. 

Aemond Targaryen once cherished the calm serenity of the night, but it had been brutally snatched from his hands, and he alone bore the blame. The silence that usually enveloped him as he took midnight walks around his home had now been replaced by the sound of boots with guards patrolling the corridors that lead to his sisters’ and mother’s chambers, side to side. He could not shake off the uneasy feeling, flashes of his memory weighing him down with each step he took.

Haunting figures were formed by the dancing flames of torches installed on every corner, illuminating the once dimly lit corridors, danger lurking in every corner and waiting to strike. His fingers had found a permanent place around the hilt of his sword, to the point his knuckles would turn white, ready to draw his weapon. The prince found himself surrounded by guards that he once considered allies and now were deemed potential threats, traitors sent by his deranged half-sister.

Helaena’s hands, once so skilled in the art of embroidery, now trembled as she grasped the needle and thread, her tearful eyes fixed on the intricate stitches as if they could bring back the fragments of her shattered life. The worried gazes of their family and servants, with their own mother’s attempts at comfort, were met with silent rejection. Aemond could not help but feel crushed under the responsibility of the wreckage that Helaena had become. The memories of what she had endured still pulsated in the back of his mind—the brutal assault, the helplessness, the numbing fear. It was a miracle that she still took breath and faced her remaining children.

The assassins had come to claim his life; however, they did not find him, so their ruthless fury was then directed towards the helpless—the women and children of the royal family. The weight of guilt crushed him, eating at him like scavenging vultures, leaving nothing but desiccated remains. A thousand daggers stabbed at his conscience with every step he took toward his older sister’s room. He could not help but think that it should have been him and not his nephew. The image of his sisters frozen in horror played endlessly in his mind, a constant reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded.

He had promised to keep Haera away from danger; instead, he had put a target on her head.

Aemond was a monster forged from the fiery depths of the earth, infused with the intense heat of dragon fire, molded in the likeness of The Stranger, the face of death. His brother, Aegon, shared the same cursed fate, the potent blood of the Targaryens pulsing through their veins like rivers of fire. They were destined to wear the crown and sit upon the piercing throne of dragon flame but not their sisters; they were worlds apart, with hearts as soft as silk and souls as gentle as a summer’s kiss, the perfect images of The Maiden.

Yet, on that fateful night, they were in that room—no one to protect them or keep them safe.

Helaena's rise to the throne was overshadowed by her sharp descent into madness. Within days of taking the crown and the life-changing event, she was stolen by debilitating episodes of screaming and harm to herself, forcing the maesters to sedate her for extended periods to calm her down. Meanwhile, Haera's health, which had been the very reason for her return from Oldtown mere months prior, began to deteriorate at an alarming rate, and her condition became so dangerous that they feared her heart might fail at any moment once again, just that this time, Aemond’s love was not enough to save her. The weight of her daughters' hardship was crushing Alicent, who lingered on the brink of a complete breakdown but held herself together for their sake.

And it was all his fault. his fault. his fault. his fault.

He could have cost his family three lives for his mistake of taking one. Losing sleep was nothing; he would not lose another family member for his actions.

Aemond stood in front of Helaena's chambers, two members of the Kingsguard on each side of the door. The sudden stillness of the halls was oppressive, allowing the muffled voices from inside to echo through the air like secrets shared by children. His sister's bedtime routine was a delicate task, one she often insisted on doing alone, but everyone knew that the darkness of night brought her a unique kind of terror, often changing her entire self. Without the support of others, she was lost and helpless, unable to care for the remaining children on her own, and they had become a priority in the family. Aemond's hand reached for the door handle, but a blood-curdling wail from inside paralyzed him, sending shivers down his spine.

The Kingsguard, ever vigilant, avoided eye contact, their gazes drifting away and pretending he was just not standing right in front of them. Aemond knew their thoughts all too well, for they mirrored the accusing voices in his mind.

It was all his fault. his fault. his fault. his fault. his fault. his fault.

These haunting whispers had become his constant companions, echoing through the chambers of his mind like a chorus of self-doubt. His legs, as if driven by their own will, carried him swiftly away from the door, away from his innocent victim on the other side. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the corridor, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that had preceded them, as he sought to escape the crushing weight of his guilt.

Instead, he approached the next chamber at the end of the hallway, that of his younger sister, who would often refuse sleep in anticipation of his visit. He had been absent from their cherished routine for what seemed to be more than a week due to things he had to take care of, so the longing to reconnect with her had grown within him. As he turned around the pillars that led to her room, he had expected to see the usual pair of guards stationed at the entrance, but to his surprise, the place was empty with no one to watch over his sister.

The panic spread in his chest like wildfire as he pushed open the heavy doors and burst into the room, his heart racing as every worst-case scenario rushed to his mind. The darkness enveloped him, only a few flickers of candles casting ominous shadows on the walls, reminding him of the many nights he’d lain awake thinking about his sister’s safety, and now he could have possibly failed her. A subtle hint of lavender wafted through the air, so faint that it was a sign that she had not been preparing for bed at this hour as he had assumed. He rushed towards the other side of the room where her bed was, amethyst eye searching every inch of the bed, unmade and untouched.

So many different voices echoed in his head, each seeking to be the loudest and disturb him the most as he combed through every nook and cranny of the room, desperate for a glimpse or hint of his beloved. When his search brought nothing, he stormed out of the bedroom, his sword at the ready, primed to demand an answer from the first guard he would encounter.

The labyrinthine halls of the Red Keep seemed to stretch on forever, now even more as he grew desperate, its amount of unused rooms and secret passages a constant threat to the safety of those within its walls. As he sprinted from one corner to the next, his chest felt tight and heavy as his feet pounded out. He could not bring himself to disturb his mother just yet, not until he was certain of the disappearance—he needed to know more. Then, a sudden tug pulled in his chest, like an invisible thread, the strange sensation taking control of his entire being and dragging his feet towards a destination only his heart seemed to know.

He found himself back in the deserted wing, the severe rain pounding against the walls as he found refuge in the hallway. His gaze dropped to the dusty floor, his attention drawn to the faint outline of footsteps on the dirty stone, the inexplicable pull growing stronger. He was convinced she was there; his heart wouldn't lead him to this place if it wasn't certain. The door to the old library, slightly ajar, called for him, the warm glow of the fire spilling out into the dim hallway.

He cautiously entered, his voice ringing in the silent chamber. “Haera?” He was grasping the hilt of his sword, prepared to defend himself and his family in case it wasn’t her who was inside. The licking flames illuminated the rows of abandoned tomes, and the musty smell of the old books wafted up, transporting him back to the many hours they had spent together with the ancient texts.

There was no response; however, something told him to keep searching.

He did not have to wander far to locate her, a familiar, curled-up figure on one of the worn, old couches, shrouded in a white blanket that only partially covered her small frame, with her feet dangling off the edge. The room was a labyrinth, with towering book piles that seemed to be strategically built up to alert her of any uncaring individuals if they approached her too clumsily. She had intentionally set traps, delicate and silent that would trigger panic, to safeguard her slumber. Her face was obscured by the sheet, just as she liked it, but even in the faint, golden glow of the hearth, her singularly pale hair stood out like a beacon, impossible to miss.

As he gazed at her sleeping form, he felt that protectiveness swelling up in his chest—the need to shield her from the dangers that lingered and could disrupt the quietness of her peace. He took calculated steps, carefully stepping around the obstacle course of books that made way towards her. When he reached her side, he lowered himself on his knees with his hand reaching out for the blanket that veiled her face, but he hesitated. Instead, he decided for the gentle sound of his voice, whispering a soft "Sister" to rouse her from her slumber.

The melody of his voice was enough to stir her from her light sleep, and she responded with a low, rasping groan, her palms pressing against her eyes as she worked to shake off the chains of sleep. As she sat up, her eyes snapped open, blazing with a feral intensity that rapidly gave way to a look of confusion. She blinked multiple times, her gaze struggling to focus on the familiar contours of his face, particularly the distinctive eyepatch that usually served as her beacon of recognition. Her heart had sped up to an unbearable pace, suddenly believing to be surrounded in danger as she was pulled from her pleasant dreams. However, her panicked gaze set on the black mark on his face, that distinct shape of his face, and the sweet sound of his deep voice, and all was settled in her heart.

Haera's lips curled into a gentle, sleepy smile as she propped herself up on her forearms, her eyelids still heavy with the memory of sleep. Her fingers dragged through her tangled hair, sweeping it back from her face and shoulders as the white sheet rolled down to pool around her hips. The silk fabric of the nightgown was clinging to her skin, shining under the light of fire from a thin veil of sweat, the gown’s delicate straps slipping precariously down her shoulder, almost a threat to reveal more of her skin. Aemond’s eye avoided her skin, his throat tight as he recalled the beautiful image of her naked body and the curves of her body. Yet, Haera remained oblivious to his discomfort, sitting serenely in front of him, as if her state of undress were a familiar, everyday occurrence between them.

He cleared his throat, hoping his voice would come out without any trouble, even if he felt his mouth drying like the desert. “What are you doing here, my sweet girl?” He tilted his head to the side, studying her reaction, his healthy eye a soft caress. Her features twisted, a secret flashing through her eyes, a slight panic and the preparation of a lie. “I thought I would find you in your chambers, just like we did before.” His tone was laced with curiosity.

This time, she averted her gaze, her teeth pinching the bottom lip as she suddenly found interest in one of the many piles of dusty books surrounding her. The soft sigh that escaped her lips was barely audible, but Aemond's sharp ears picked it up, so attuned to her sounds. "I do not like my bedroom anymore," she whispered, consumed by guilt and fear, thoughts of blood and torture.

Aemond's stomach lurched, the heavy feeling of tides turning within him, his mind racing about why she would suddenly avoid remaining in her bedroom at night. His thoughts flashed back to the countless nights he had spent by her, protecting her from the darkness just hiding outside. The only reason that came to mind was that she was scared—scared of being alone, scared of the shadows that danced on her walls, scared of the whispers in the wind, and scared of the men that had once held a sharp blade against her neck. That cold feeling of guilt washed over him once again, his usual stoic expression softening just for her. His hand twitched, aching to reach out and touch her face's soft skin, reassuring her that he would always be there to protect her, but he held back—he did not think he deserved her anymore. 

She sank into the worn cushions, flushed with shame at her confession, as she looked up at him with eyes that shone just like the jewels she used for her work, clouded with guilt as if she had just shared a dark truth, as if her fear was her fault. Her fingers nervously toyed with the edge of the sheet that covered her. "They have not blocked the passage yet.” She was referring to the hidden door concealed behind the furniture, the secret entrance that led to one of the Red Keep's many tunnels. Aemond's expression darkened as he drew closer, his knee thudding against the cold stone floor. His joints ached from the pressure, but the weight of her anguish rested squarely on his shoulders, and he knew it was his own doing. 

He whispered, “Forgive me, Haera; I have been kept away from you for far too long; I should be here to make you feel safe.” She leaned closer to him in a gesture that comforted him, knowing that she searched for his warmth just as he did hers, the proximity charging with intensity as his heart began to race like a wild stallion, beating like the wings of a dragon taking flight. Her voice was laced with caution, almost as if she feared someone else might be listening in to their conversation. “"Do not apologize; you had duties to attend to.” Her cheeks bloomed with a soft pink, a subtle telling sign of her emotions. “At least you are with me now.” She whispered, dripping with longing.

Unlike him, Haera refused to hold back, and with gentle yet determined movements, she reached out to hold his face in her delicate hands, her fingers tracing the lines of his skin. The touch ignited his fire, washing over him like molten heat that coursed through his veins, as if he had been bathed by Vhagar’s fire. The realization hit him hard: he had been starving for her touch, gentle words, and simply being near her. He struggled to keep his emotions in check, fearing that if he acted on them, he might drive her away. But as their eyes met, he couldn't help but notice the adoration shining back at him, wearing his heart down. His gaze fluttered, entranced by the fondness in her eyes, which seemed to tug at his heartstrings like an old, familiar melody. He began to wonder if she felt the same intoxicating emotions that were suffocating him, rendering him helpless. 

That fortress inside of him, one that he had built over the years, had been breached, attacked even, by her gentle touch. She had slipped through the gaps and made her place in his heart, unlocking a flow of feelings that he never thought capable of possessing, flowing out of him like the angry stream of a river. There was a stark contrast between his former self and who he had become, now on his knees and baring his vulnerable heart in the hands of another. Her thumb grazed the scar that snaked beneath his eyepatch, sending a wave of love through him. In that suspended moment, he felt a promise pass between them—a promise of undying love, loyalty, and protection.The words stumbled out of his mouth, his truth slipping past his lips in a lovesick confession. “You are so beautiful.” 

Haera's eyes sparkled, her body responding to the sincerity in his voice as a shiver danced down her spine. “So are you, brother,” she replied. The air seemed to vibrate with unspoken emotions, the tension between them palpable as they stood suspended in time, their hearts beating.

Her understanding of love was limited to what she could read from her books and the excited whispers of servant ladies who shared their experiences with her, behind the back of the septas, who would have rather kept her in the dark for the rest of her life. They would constantly remind her that such conversations were improper, yet all it did was help her curiosity grow. Haera was convinced that what she felt was far more profound than a fleeting infatuation. Since reuniting with him, her heart had swelled with emotions, and she couldn't imagine spending the rest of her life without him by her side. She had always fantasized about an epic love, the kind that would rival the sweeping romances she read about in her beloved novels. Now, as she gazed into the eyes of the man before her, she knew that her dream of true love was finally within reach.

Aemond's face, warm from her hold, felt empty as he rose from his position on the hard floor before the couch, his heart skipping a beat at the loss of her gentle touch. He carefully moved to her side, his one eye watching her reaction as he settled beside her on the couch, their thighs touching beneath the crumpled white sheet. Haera's breath caught sharply, but she remained still, her hand trapped beneath his large, gentle one.

Haera had started the forbidden dance of their relationship, crossing over that dangerous line that separated proper from not. Now, she knew exactly what the both of them desired, and with a fluid motion, she allowed him to guide her to her proper place, her body shifting to straddle his lap, her legs around his hips. The air was alive with anticipation, heavy with the promise of secrets shared and boundaries pushed. His gaze was intense, his eyelid half-lowered as he drank in the sight of her flushed cheeks, the gentle curve of her nose, and the tender lips that whispered her love for him.

His eye remained fixed on hers, refusing to break that connection they were forming in the intimate moment. He would memorize every inch of her face so he would be able to recall her beauty whenever he needed it. He would not forget the spark in her eyes, the faint blush that painted her skin, or the soft color of her lips.

“What is it, my sweetling?” His voice cut through the silence, his eyes looking for the truth in her clouded eyes, overtaken by her thoughts. As he spoke, her eyes fluttered to his lips as she drank in the shape of his voice; however, as if remembering herself, her focus shifted, and she looked away. Across from them, the fire crackled and spat insults, a rhythmic fight to the tension building between them. She was bothered by something, and he could not handle knowing that she was feeling wronged in some way.

Her voice danced over the crackling of the fireplace, “Floris Baratheon.” The mere mention of that name sent sharp pain in her chest, her eyes drowning with a mix of sadness and longing, overflowing with emotions that she could not name yet. “The one who is to be your wife..." Haera seemed to search for her words, eyes darting around the room and avoiding his gaze. “Is she pretty?” The question was a weight she could not bear, something she knows she should not have asked for the sake of her own feelings, yet she could not help but feel curious. Why had he chosen her? Would he rather bed her instead? Would she take him away forever?

"My Haera," As he spoke, his breath danced across her skin, sending more shivers down her spine. Their faces hovered inches apart, his lips grazing the softness of her cheek as she turned to gaze at the crackling flames, momentarily evading his piercing stare, “She is nothing but a pawn in our game.” Slowly, she returned her attention to him, her mesmerizing eyes locking onto his—those same eyes that had captivated him from the start, burning with an intensity that left him breathless. The air was alive with tension as their lips almost touched, the gentle whisper of their mingling breaths a sensual tease.

“I do not intend on marrying her.” His voice was sharp, almost angered by the question. He swallowed, recognizing the way he had spoken, and forced himself to calm down as he came to wrap his arms around her like a promise. Aemond’s lips hovered over hers, a brush of their mouths. “You are the only one in my heart," he continued, the sincerity of his words evident in the tremble of his voice. His large, rough hands cradled her hips, fingers splayed wide as he kept her in place, as if he feared she might vanish into thin air. And then, a radiant smile spread across her heart-shaped lips, a sight that had the power to unhinge him. He was helpless against the desire that crashed over him, and with a groan, he surrendered to his passion, claiming her lips once more in a hungry, desperate kiss.

As the heat ignited a spark within her, primal energy coursed through her veins, warning of potential chaos as she surrendered to his touch. She felt a rush of heat dancing over her spine when her hips rolled against him unconsciously, the friction delicious against her clothed sex like a slow-burning fire. His grasp on her body tightened, desperate and delirious, exploring the curves at her sides and her back while she entwined her arms around his neck. Aemond’s palm rested over the line of her behind, slowly feeling over the plumpness of her rear and encouraging the move of her hips.

The moment her body had subtly shifted with timid movements, his thoughts had started to sway wildly, the knowledge that she seemed to want him as much as he wanted her, beginning to eat him alive and threatening to break him completely. She would never understand, not quite, just how deep his longing for her went, his devotion, his all-consuming passion. He had committed the ultimate crime for her—to free her from the shackles of another man, all to experience just a moment of her affection. It was at that moment that he knew that he would never stop when it came to her, until he could claim the love she could offer him.

The sounds of their passion, the wet squelching of their mouths, and the sweet moans and groans that rumbled low in their throats were the only things heard in the abandoned library, over the crackling of the fire and the hooting of the owls outside of the windows. Haera’s movements had become intense, now learning what she wanted and how she could obtain it as long as she kept her hips rolling over an unfamiliar hardness in his pants, the burning growing more intense. Aemond felt himself losing control, almost coming undone right there and then.

But then a sudden crack of the creaking door shattered their reality, rudely yanking them from their heated moment. Aemond did not even bother to mask the annoyed growl that escaped his lips, his hand instinctively reaching for the sword that had long been abandoned at his side, eager to cut whoever had dared to interrupt them. The distinctive sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the library, announcing the arrival of no other than Ser Criston Cole, concern taking over his features, his gaze sweeping the room before falling on the two Targaryens.

Haera attempted to scramble off her brother’s lap, her eyes wide at the sudden intrusion, but his grip was unyielding and only tightened around her to pull her firmly against his chest, almost as if trying to hide her away from the older man’s sight. Aemond's one eye gleamed with a deadly intensity as he took in Ser Criston's presence, his glare burning with a warning. Ser Criston, on the other hand, seemed unbothered by the scene before him. His eyes accidentally fell on the princess’ partially exposed form; the hem of her nightgown had ridden up in the heated dance of her body, and he immediately swallowed the knot in his throat. If looks could kill, Aemond’s sole eye would have destroyed the man in a second.

"Prince, Princess," he acknowledged with a courteous nod, his voice tinged with relief. "I was informed that you both were out of bed, and I must remind you that, for your own safety, you are expected to remain in your chambers at this hour of night."

Aemond's response was laced with a subtle yet unmistakable hostility. "Princess Haera is perfectly safe in my company, Ser Criston," he said, his tone dripping with a quiet confidence that fanned the flames. "I will be escorting her to her room, ensuring her safety personally.”

Aemond rose first, gently holding her up as he let her feet touch the ground in a wobbly step, his movements fluid as he then extended an arm to Haera. She took it, her slender hand wrapping around his bicep like a whispered promise. As their bodies touched once again, a shiver raced down both their spines, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in its wake. Haera's stomach churned with wild, untamed energy, a sensation far more potent than the nervous butterflies that often beset her. There was an uncomfortable wet spot between her legs, a feeling unfulfilled. 

She dipped into an awkward curtsy with a tight, polite smile on her lips as Aemond guided her past him and out of the library, not before another threatening look at the older man. He was quick to walk her back to her chambers, successfully avoiding the eyes of the many guards who were now taking over the hallways of the Keep for the safety of the family. They noticed the silence behind Helaena’s door as they passed by and were relieved to find that she had finally surrendered to sleep, while the soft glow under their mother’s door indicated that she remained awake. Haera's exhaustion was starting to creep in, but she savored every moment with Aemond, and what had just happened behind the closed doors had kept her body buzzing for more.

“Are you staying with me until I fall asleep, brother?” She whispered her question, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the night, but he was attuned to her, and his ears picked up every word.

“If you wish so.” His voice was soft, like a caress, as he voiced the promise that he would stay by her side. Haera’s face lit up, her grip on his arm bordering on desperation as they crossed the threshold into her bedroom, now enveloped in the calming scent of lavender. He allowed himself to rest on the corner of her bed as she climbed in, the heavy covers and many pillows almost swallowing her whole. Underneath the sheets, her hand reached for him, “Why won’t you join me?”

“It is not proper,” he smiled. “Not yet.”

She hummed as a response, burying her face in her pillows. As Haera’s eyes closed shut and her breathing began to calm as she drifted to sleep, he allowed his mind to be taken by thoughts of revenge against Criston, who had dared to disrupt their moment. He wondered just how far they could have gone if they had not been forced to separate. The young prince’s sigh was barely audible, but it held a world of longing.

Their time would come.

Aemond was sure of it.

ᡣ𐭩 ─ author's note ;

finally! it's been cooking for too long. this chapter is actually the original start of the story when it was meant to be a oneshot! i'm not sure if i've mentioned this before, but sweetling was originally helaemond but i don't think freshly traumatised helaena would have been up for a little grinding in the library lol.

the next chapter will be the last one, and it will be written in a way that it can be read as a oneshot, so it will kinda re-iterate some stuff here and there. i wonder if they will finally get to where we want them to go, hmm, since it seems aemond is kinda avoiding it huh. meanwhile, haera wants to eat him whole lol.

i'm thinking about a bonus final chapter where you guys can find out what happens to haera throughout the war and where she ends up after everything, ifykyk, but that is hanging in the air for now. ╰⪼ thank you for reading!

[cipheramnesia]

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[bucknastysbabe]

Criston cole x alicent daughter reader maybe aemonds sister and it be like when the dinner happens or something idk I just sadly love him

I SADLY LOVE INCEL KNIGHT TOO HE JUST— UGHGNGGNGNGBGNG ANGST

Immaculate - Ser Criston Cole

Ratings: Mature

Tags: Fantasies from Criston (no actual touch), his hateful internal monologue, anxiety attacks, weird pseudo Incest moments w Step daddy Cole, star crossed lovers type beat, Mentions of self-harm. This is just kinda angsty and strange

Criston waited outside the doors after the King was escorted away in a coughing fit, his disease taking over again. He was on guard for the Queen, always, as was his duty as sworn shield. Once the maesters were secured with the wasting king he had returned. Alicent had let royal guards stay on the inside of the room as his appearance may ‘unnerve’ some.

He knew what she meant. The cunt and her bastard seed. It made his chest swell with anger, bitterness, and that residual hurt he would never disclose to another. Just her whore he was. Years hadn’t quelled the ache when the knight thought back on it. So he tried not to.

Instead Criston spent the time attempting to overcome that eternal shame and stain on his once pristine white cloak and take care of the true born Targaryens, strange as they could be. He loved them all in their own way. An unsettled feeling sat in his gut from the ongoing dinner. There had been peace for too long and Viserys wasn’t there to hold up that invisible wall between the two clans.

As predicted, the dinner erupted into chaos. Criston entered from the back as Daemon was glaring down Aemond who simply swaggered off. Otto and Helaena stood awkwardly as the youngest princess watched with wide eyes. Rhaenyra and the rogue prince left immediately. Criston eyed Aegon who ambled back over to finish his cup.

The heir giggled at his sisters, “Wasn’t that grand?”

Otto sniped, “Extremely distasteful, shoving the lad’s head into the table and acting like children.”

Aegon, tongue rendered loose and bitter when he was in his cups began to argue with his grandsire. Criston locked eyes with Alicent, her own brimming with emotion. She ordered, “Take her to bed please.” He nodded dutifully and offered an arm to the second-born daughter, the poor thing grabbing him like a lifeline.

She would get overwhelmed quickly, not a good trait to have for a Targaryen. Alicent mused about sending her to be a Septa for years. Until the matter of the succession loomed ever closer. Septa had upgraded to a political pawn for whoever could offer gold and an army. Although the process had been stagnant. Criston didn’t mind that, much as he couldn’t speak of it, she was his favorite.

“There’s a war coming,” she warbled, doe eyes wide.

“Not yet sweetling, it may come to pass,” he hummed, squeezing her arm with his other hand as they passed through long halls. She shook blonde locks and pressed on, “No, no, I know it, look how we hate one another. That was dreadful. Mother’s going to sell me to a Lannister and make me take Gharion into battle.”

She whimpered at the end of her sentence, steps stumbling a bit. Criston looked down in concern, brows furrowing at his distressed princess. He wasn’t the best with comforting…still he would try. Rubbing her slim arm again he shushed, “Shh, hush now, you’re going to drive yourself up a wall thinking of things that haven’t occurred.”

Arriving at her chambers, he tried to dislodge her tight grip gently. The princess held on with a death grip, lilac eyes feverish as she begged, “Please don’t leave me alone, please Ser Cole.” He frowned, chest flipping and clenching at her cracking voice. The knight knew better, he just needed to get her to bed and leave. Last time he stepped foot in a Targaryen princess’ bedchambers it did not end well.

“I can’t sweetling, I’ll be out and about on patrol, not far away,” he said softly.

More tears leaked from gorgeous eyes. Criston was going to lose his already cracked willpower, he knew that much. “Please, please, I don’t want to be alone,” she wept, beginning to shake. He grimaced at her face going ashen and the tremors becoming worse, breath thinning into heaves. “Oh princess,” he sighed and picked the slip of a thing up.

She was having another fit, something the maesters said was due to ‘a hysterical temperament’. Shaking and crying and sucking in breaths until she received a couple drops of diluted poppy milk. He hated seeing them, made him want to coddle and pet her. Then he’d feel disgusting afterwards, emotions all twisted for the princess about less than half his age. The Seven cursed him for that.

“Where’s the poppy milk,” the brunette asked, laying her down on the impossibly huge bed. She managed to point a shaky finger at the large wardrobe. In two strides Criston opened it up and found the little glass bottle, swirling it around. Coming to perch on the bed he held the dropper out for the Princess, leaving two upon her tongue.

She relaxed soon after, but little hands were back tight in his cloak, twisted up. Criston clenched his jaw, unsure of how to navigate this. The princess asked sleepily, “Ser Criston, you’ll escort me to Casterly Rock right? And stay a bit? What if Lord Lannister is mean and awful to me?”

Criston would gladly rip the idiot’s throat out and present it to court if he put a hand on his sweetling. In the calmest voice possible Cole responded, “Yes I’m sure there will be Kingsguard present, knowing the Queen I’ll be there on watch for a bit.” She sighed softly, seeming more relaxed.

Silence enveloped the pair for a long time, Criston lost in his hateful thoughts. He needed to repent later. Drawing his sick blood would suffice. Shuffling and covers moving sounded from behind. The knight stiffened when she put her chin on his pauldron, hands finding his own. The princess murmured in a slight slur, “I love you Ser Criston. You always take good care of me.”

He wanted to cry but the brunette held her soft hands and hummed, “I love you too dear girl, don’t fret, I’ll protect you as long as I can.” She nuzzled into his dark hair, making no further moves, breathing in his scent. Scenes of stretching her pretty cunt flitted past his mind, her heaving pale body, melodic voice raw from crying his name. Dragging his cock along her innocent folds, the maiden incarnate.

Criston blinked and realized he needed to get out of here, very fast. He rasped to the princess, “I need to get on duty now sweet girl. I’ll be back later I promise.” She looked unhappy, begging a couple more times as Criston laced up and put on his helmet. He shook his head and shrugged her off, heart cracking in his chest.

“Ser please,” she whined, lilac eyes watery and so so achingly pure. Criston shook his head and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She gasped and stared, hands dropping. “You promise you’ll come back?,” she warbled. He nodded resolutely, beginning to shut the door. Criston wanted to beat himself black and blue doing his rounds.

The Seven constantly testing him by sending these abominable Targaryens, so impure yet there she was. He was weak and already failed once, he couldn’t fail again. Criston still came back to her chambers after the hour of the Wolf, exhausted. He sat down in a chair and watched her ethereal face, the moonlight casting a glow on perfect features.

Hatred boiling and churning in his chest Criston began to pull at his lower armor, what she wouldn’t know wouldn’t hurt. He’d take that pain for the girl fifty times over. That’s what Criston was here for anyways. Pain. Tarnish everything that may have once been good on his body.

[fandonnavyce]

Fic Masterpost

By Events

Ectoberhaunt 2023

Crossover Danuary 2024

DPxDC Ship Week2024 & Ship Week: After Dark 2024

Dannymay 2024 (WIP)

Patrol Partners 2024

Invisiobang 2024

Ghouls and Gangs 2024

Ecto-Implosion 2024

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 (upcoming)

DPxDC, Dead on Main Series/AUs

My Love I Devour

and it's wider universe sequel series, The Wild Hunt

Cinderella Wonderland

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 - Hades and Persephone AU

Everything is posted on AO3, not everything is cross-posted on Tumblr

Ectoberhaunt 2023 AO3 Link

Day 2 - White Crow. Danny's a college student with some corvid friends. Dead on Main

My Love I Devour Series (In Timeline Chronology)

Day 4 - Zombies. Another Danny fixes Jason’s Pit Madness/Sick Ghost Core Fic, feat. the inherent homoeroticism of impromptu soul surgery. Rating: Mature. First in the My Love I Devour

Day 10: Occultism, Day 11: Dread vs Calm, Day 12: Obsession vs Repression, Day 13: Horror Flick - Sequel to Day 4

Day 17: Flesh, Day 18: Unravel vs Intertwine. Jason and Danny get down hot and heavy at a nightclub in the ghost zone. AO3 Series Link

Wild Hunt Series (Occurs post MLID)

Day 5 - Hunt. Ghost King Danny cordially invites you to the Wild Hunt, winner gets Constantine's entire soul - Danny's First Draft. DpxDc. First in the Wild Hunt Series

Day 19 - Claws. Danny needs Jason's brains (to write a royal invite) Sequel to Wild Hunt Part I.

Day 23: Magic, Day 26: Cults - The Ghost King summoning ritual is active for the first time in aeons. Constantine and Zatanna try it out and get more than they bargained for. AO3 Series Link

Crossover Danuary 2024 AO3 Link

Day 1 - Ben 10 Xover Tucker escapes Space Prison with the help of his two best friends

Day 1 - Another Ben 10 xover, the soft prequel. Ben meets an non-alien ET in a haunted forest

Day 2 - Atla Xover Hey, remember when Sokka got kidnapped into the Spirit World?

Day 4 - Cinderella Wonderland. A Cinderella and Alice in Wonderland Fandom Fusion but make it dpxdc, Dead on Main

Day 5 - The Owl House xover where The Collector becomes fast friends with a certain white haired girl on a day at the beach (Word of God part of the Cinderella Wonderland AU) AO3 Collection Link

DPxDC Ship Week and Ship Week: After Dark 2024

A continuation of Ectoberhaunt's Day17&18; it is the completion of part 3 of the MLID series. Can be read stand-alone more or less.

Part 1: Pleasures of the Flesh Ch 3

Part 2: Sweet Endings aka The Epilogue AO3 Fic Link

Part 3: Hunger. Smut. Jason has a sexual fantasy about Danny Written for Day 9 Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

Day 2: Wish. Dead on Main Moodboard. Prayers are like wishes (you never know who's listening) so be careful for what you wish for.

Day 4: Wander. Dani Phantom Postcard. I'll wander far and long to where I wish to roam. But I won't forget to go and wander home Love, Dani

Day 9: Hunger. Dead on Main Smut.

Day 13: DnD AU. A Cleric casts Speak with Dead. The corpse's response is unusual. Pre-Everlasting Trio

Day 15: Field Trip. Everlasting Trio Field Trip through the Ghost Zone, ala Little Einsteins.

Patrol Partners 2024 AO3 Link

Need A Lift? A co-authored DPxDC Tim/Danny (Not Jason/Danny for once lol) fanfic. Aka the Brain Dead Meet Cute where where Tim and Danny are Trapped in An Elevator during a Rogue Attack.

Invisobang 2024 AO3 Link

Supernova Series A DPxDC Bang where The Fentons manage to create an interdimensional portal. But it wasn't to the Ghost Zone. At 14 years old, one teenage boy dies in a portal to Hueco Mundo.

The fic series where Danny Fenton is the freak accident to Kurosaki Ichigo's lab experiment, who's been living under the radar in Soul Society. At least until the Plot(TM) kicks off. Crossover Fusion with Bleach, that starts pre-Bleach Canon.

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 AO3 Link

In Death's Sweet Embrace: a Dead on Main, Hades and Persphone AU featuring non-traditional takes on A/B/O and the Sentinel&Guide AU

EctoImplosion 2024 AO3 Link

Forget-me-nots: Post-AGIT, Vlad has the niggling suspicion that he's forgotten something. Dan dismisses his concerns.

"If you forgot, I doubt it was something important." "Yeah, you're probably right," Vlad agrees.

Vlad only remembers what he forgot when Dani forcibly reminds him of her existence by crashing through his rooftop and into his and Dante's breakfast.

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[horizon-verizon]

Anne Boleyn and Alicent (either in F&B or HOTD) are NOTHING alike. Anne disrupted social order. Alicent represents the status quo. Anne is an “heretic” and a “whore”, Alicent represents order, tradition, conservatism. Anne is the most influential and important queen consort England has ever had and changed the country forever. No one mentions Alicent when they talk about the Dance of the Dragons.

“Anne Boleyn is one of the most controversial women in English history; we argue over her, we pity and admire and revile her, we reinvent her in every generation. She takes on the colour of our fantasies and is shaped by our preoccupations: witch, bitch, feminist, sexual temptress, cold opportunist. She is a real woman who has acquired an archetypal status and force, and one who patrols the nightmares of good wives; she is the guilt-free predator, the man-stealer, the woman who sets out her sexual wares and extorts a fantastic price. She is also the mistress who, by marrying her lover, creates a job vacancy. Her rise is glittering, her fall sordid. God pays her out. The dead take revenge on the living. The moral order is reasserted.”

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[graysonfamfan2021]

13 books 📚 to get me better

1.unseelie , it’s part of a duology and I loved 🥰 that it was written by an autistic author ✍️ ivelisse housman and featured an enemies to lovers between raze and unseelie and found family and an autistic Fae protagonist as I’m autistic and it’s a fantastic book 📖.

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4. a taste 👅 of poison ☠️ by tessonja odette is an excellent book 📖 and a wonderful book 📖 featuring Fae in a beautiful 🤩 magical 🧙‍♀️ Victorian inspired world 🌎.

5. court of dragons 🐉 by frost Kay and it’s an epic fantasy romance 🥰 and it’s part of a trilogy and has dragons 🐉, romance 🥰 and elves 🧝‍♀️ and badass ladies .

6. Midnight 🕛 in everwood by m.a kuzniar and it is a wonderful retelling of the nutcracker and has an rivals to lovers story, and LBTQ representation as well as many other representations and relationships as well .

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9. Ana Maria and the fox 🦊 by Liana de la Rosa is a historical romance 🥰 set in the Victorian era in England and has a slow burn 🔥 romance 🥰 between a Mexican heiress Ana Maria who is the sunshine ☀️ to the grumpy African politician, Gideon fox as well and a marriage of convenience and Ana Maria and Gideon’s relationship is amazing 🤩 and I love ❤️ how he knows to speak 🗣️ Spanish and can talk to her and her family in their native language and I’m so excited 😆 to read the next book 📖 in the luna sisters trilogy next year as well as India 🇮🇳 holton and Elise kova and tessonja odettes books 📚 too etc.

10. the moonfire bride 👰‍♀️ by Sylvia Mercedes has Fae , slow burn 🔥romance and combines beauty and the beast with the Greek myth of Eros and psyche and it’s so good 😊 and the protagonist is a seamstress and she can weave dresses 👗 out of moonlight and other things in the Fae world 🌎.

11. Bellegarde by Jamie lilac it’s a retelling of the movie 🍿 she’s all that in 18th century France 🇫🇷 and has two slowburn romances between evie and beau and evie’s best friend Josephine and beau’s cousin , Mia Bellegarde and I love 💕 these two couples and the book 📖 is very well written and phenomenal and it’s awesome 😎.

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13. Queen bee by Amalie Howard is a retelling of the count of monte Cristo by Alexander dumas and takes place in the regency era and has an array of different romances from enemies to lovers and slow burn 🔥 and friends to lovers and LBTQ relationships and representation from the many biracial characters in the book 📖 and it’s a fantastic book 📖

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[julinamimunson]

Hi everyone! I'm Júlinami, I'm gonna make this post so you can know a few things about me

I'm 17 years old and I'm from Barcelona, Spain

I like to read, write, listen to music and watch animes, cartoons and tv shows

I'm a Cancer and my mbti is ESFJ

My favorite national autors are Iria G Parente and Selene M Pascual, Marta Alvarez and Blue Jeans

My favorite international autors are Rick Riordan, Sarah J Maas, Cassandra Clare, Alice Oseman, TJ Klune, Taylor Jenkins Reid and Holly Jackson

The music I listen to the most is pop in Catalan Spanish and English. One of my favorite singers is Taylor Swift

I like and follow various influencers mostly in catalan, the Spanish and english ones that I follow mostly do content about tv shows movies and anime

My favorite bookfluencers are Niloa Gray, Josu Diamond, Clau Reads Books, Raiza Revelles, Cronicas de una Merodeadora and Andrea Rowling (they're all in Spanish, I'm not much into english book community)

One of my favorite Disney movies is Encanto, I write a lot about it. My favorite characters are Isabela Camilo and Mirabel and Camilo and I relate a bit to Mirabel

I don't watch much horror films but my favorite ones are the Fear Street trilogy and the IT duology

I love fantasy and comedy films and rom-coms. one of my favorite rom-coms is Do Revenge

Some of my favorite book series are:

- ACOTAR Throne of Glass and Crescent City

- The Shadowhunter Chronicles

- Heartstopper

- The Green Creeck Series

- Camp Half-Blood Chronicles

- Some of Iria G. Parente and Selene M. Pascual's

- Mystical

- the Pretty Little Liars book series

- Memòrias de Idhun

- La chica invisible

- El Club de los incomprendidos

- The Lunar Chronicles

- A good girl's guide to murder

My favorite anime are:

- One Piece (My bi queen Nami the first reason behind my username)

- Pretty Cure (there's only a season that I don't like)

- Naruto

- Dragon Ball

- Kimetsu No Yaiba

- Black Clover (I"m watching it right now)

- Ojomajo Doremi

- Ranma 1/2

- Keroro

- Sakura Card Captor

- Fushigi Yugi

- Lamu

- Fairy Tail

- My Hero Academia

- Jujutsu Kaisen

- Wedding Peach

- Madoka Magica

- Yuuki Yuuna is a Hero

- Magia Record

- Kamikaze Kaitou Jeannne

- Kamichama Karin

- Tokyo Mew Mew

- Pichi Pichi Pitch: Mermaid Melody

- Nanatsu no Taizai

- Bandori: BanG Dream

- Aikatsu

- Pripara

- Love Live and Love Live: Sunshine

My favorite tv shows are:

- Stranger Things (My boy Eddie Munson the other reason behind my username, I relate to him and also to Robin. I also love Steve and steddie is my fav ship)

- Doom Patrol

- Titans (2019)

- Pretty Little Liars and Pretty Little liars: Original Sin

- Heartbreak High (2022)

- Rebelde Way

- Ginny and Georgia

- Wednesday (#cancelpercy #cancelpercyhyneswhite)

- Sex Education

- Power Rangers (almost all the seasons)

- Heartstopper

- Never Have I Ever

- Cobra Kai

- The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

- First Kill

- Blood and Water

- One of us is lying

- Firefly Lane

- Young Royals

- Warrior Nun

- Gossip Girl (the original one)

- The Umbrella Academy

My favorite cartoons are:

- My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

- Ducktales (2017) (I relate to Webby waay too much)

- Amphibia

- The Owl House (I relate to Luz)

- Gravity Falls (as a kid I used to relate to Mabel)

- She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

- Steven Universe

- Bojack Horseman (unpopular opinion: I love Mr. Peanutbutter while also relating to Diane)

- Total Drama

- DC Superhero Girls (2019)

- Arcane

I'll mostly post in english, but my maternal languages are Catalan and Spanish

See you later!

[cepheusgalaxy]

Ein - tag: ein wip

Genre: Fantasy

What is it about: A bunch of teenagers who get involved in a secret magic society and are now trying to prevent it from going to war

Who is in it:

Kaiki (he/him) - I. I'm still trying to flesh him out. He's a complicated guy. He's transgender, ambue (the word I picked for non-magic people), and became a magician kind of by accident. Currently, at Onemia there is this phenomena happening where some weird magic stuff is happening, including turning ambue into magicians. This is the character I have the hardest time with, tbh.

Arielle (they/she) - Main traits: Paficist, stoic, responsible, emotional. She is a natural Onemian (Onemia is the magical country) and works as a junior patroillueur. The Patrol is a part of Onemia’s military force and their job is to prevent the ambue world (aka non-magic world) of getting troubled by magic or finding out about Onemia. They care a lot but don’t seem like so. Tall af.

Lis (she/her) - Main traits: Chaotic dumbass, girly, cute. Lis is also ambue (non-magic) and became a magician by accident. She is albino, dyslexic, and likes lots of colorful cutesy stuff. She has a feisty personality and she masks some of her insecurities. Lis doesn’t have many difficulties with magic, and tbh, she’s great at it.

Lucy (she/it) - Main traits: Insecure, soft, smart. Lucy is ambue, and she is a very low-energy calm person. She’s trans, gnc, and sometimes lets people misgender her coz she thinks it’s nothing worth the trouble. She is the only one in the main cast who is neither Onemian nor Brazilian: She is actually Usamerican (her father is half-British and her mom is Brazilian). She grew up in the US but came to her grandmother’s house to study here in her second year of highschool. When speaking in pPortuguese she just uses she/her cuz there is no it/its in the language.

Lali (he/him) - Main traits: Flamboyant, confident, stubborn. Lali is a natural onemian like Arielle and is quite a celebrity. He is very very talented at magic and comes from a wealthy magician family. In his introdution in the storyline, Arielle is hired to protect him as a bodyguard, because the guy who originally had the job kept misgendering him and Lali is known for being hotheaded and not colaborating with people he doesn't like. He is gnc.

Simba (he/him) - Main traits: Empathetic, does what it needs to be done, quiet, intimidating, quick. Simba is the prince of Onemia. I have a hard time defining his family lore but his mom is the Grand-Countess, kind of like the queen of Onemia, and his other mother is an important politican. Technically Onemia is not a monarchy and the charge is not passed foward for heirs BUT to be the Gran-Countex you have to have a lot of things in your curriculum like having political and military training and the current ruler always make sure that their heir has the necessary formation, so it isn't uncommon for a singke family to stay in power for a couple regenerations, as it is the current case. Simba is supposed to be the third ruler on his bloodline and he is on a magic military academy for his formation. He is also not very fleshed out.

Note: Hard magic system.

Secondary characters:

Giulia (she/her) - A nice girl who is Arielle's coworker and queerplatonic partner. She is like. A sunshine. Patrollieur. I will flesh her out better later but I love her.

Luna (she/her) - Kaiki's sister. They're around the same age and have a love/hate relationship. Sarcastic, seems confident, but actually is very troubled.

Tatiana (she/her) - Luna and Kaiki's older sister. She's on college and is autistic. She cares a lot about her siblings and usually tries to prevent them from getting at eachother's throats.

Estella (she/her) - Their younger sister. She is still a toddler and loves puzzles.

Aunt Alice (she/her) - The sibling's aunt and guardian. Their parents are divorced and the kids ended up living with her some years ago. She is a nice and caring guardian. Mostly.

Clarisse (she/her) - Tatiana's classmate. They're best friends and lots of people think they're dating.

[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Behold, my slapdash spur of the moment word vomit silly little fantasy of if Aemond Had Switched Sides To The Blacks When Viserys Croaked:

-Otto and especially Alicent would be in straight up denial up until they see his ass on that dragon coming for King’s Landing because fAmILy sTiCkS tOgEtHeR nO mAtTeR wHaT like who cares if Otto pimped out his daughter and who cares that they forced Helaena to marry Aegon (she has zero love for that bum come on now) WE ARE A FAMILY DAMMIT and they just can’t comprehend a dynamic where Aemond would see them as anything other than his highest priority worthy of 1000% of his loyalty and dedication no matter how scummy they are ✨just because they’re family✨

-a little standoff with Daemon when Aemond gets to Dragonstone because Daemon is the way that he is 🤷🏽‍♀️

-“Mother says that Father changed his mind at the last moment but I know by the seven that that is complete bullshit he barely even knew we existed and yes I still can’t stand my nephews BUT I’m willing to leave it all in the past-ish because Aegon’s drunk r*p*st ass would run the realm straight into the ground, let’s just be realistic here..”

-would apologize to Rhaena and get all huffy when she refuses to accept the apology, Jace would play peacemaker and finally apologize about the eye which in turn would prompt Aemond to grudgingly admit that *maybe* he shouldn’t have grabbed a rock to try to bash Jace’s skull in with and it just snowballs into an actual heart to heart between them all, Baela adding in that hey I should have remembered dragons aren’t slaves and they choose their riders blah blah bla Aemond adding that it was definitely out of pocket for him to claim Vhagar literally hours after her moms funeral blah blah bla we were all just kids tho bla blah blah ending with Luke apologizing about the pig thing 🥺

-then we get a scene where Daemon is still suspicious and questions Aemond when they’re like out patrolling or whatever. “Why did you REALLY leave?” (You little shit??)

-“....because Mother turned out to be just like grandsire...and I realized grandsire didn’t give a shit about my eye or what I had suffered, only that it gave him an opportunity to weaken Rhaenyra because I had obtained a dragon for ‘our side’. It’s all they care about, how they can undermine her and uplift house Hightower....They don’t give a shit about me and I would have done everything for them...I’m as interchangeable as the most lowly of their banner men.”

-cue Daemon inwardly realizing oh shit I have a new son now because yes Daemon is a fucked up scumbag but goddamn it if he isn’t a total sap for the whole “I try so hard to get genuine love from my family why can’t they understand that and give me some love back” thing

-anyways Aemond goes to Storm’s end and snags Maris as a wife because who doesn’t love a good roast amirite and the whole posse will storm Kings Landing, RhaeRhae is crowned again in front of the people and she reigns for a bajillion squillion years everyone is happy especially me the end lmao

[vval-ru]

Alice is ready>:)

AND FINALLY IT'S A FULL-MADE CHARACTER FROM FP IN GL2! :333

Sorry I'm late... I watched Adventure time yesterday... For real, I've watched all 9 seasons... In a week:'l

AND IT'S SOO COOL I WANNA MAKE BETTY AND MARCELINE AND FIONA AND ETC.×3

[karatam]

Read recently (October 2022)

Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky. Hard sci-fi, set in a far far future when the human race is nearly extinct. Follows 2 plotlines, one of the last generational ship trying to find somewhere to survive, the other following the evolution of a planet terraformed by the old earth empire. Very plot-heavy, this novel takes place over thousands of years. Super interesting and I'm going to try to find the sequel. Be aware that there are lots of spiders in this book (like, they're half the main characters), so if you have a severe hatred of spiders, then this book is not for you.

Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo. Set in San Francisco in 1954, a girl from Chinatown falls in love with her classmate and realizes that her whole life is going to change. Tender and yearning, full of both the hope of change but the frustrations of societal expectations and prejudice. A lovely queer love story.

Malice by Heather Walter. A queer retelling of Sleeping Beauty. Alice has magic, a valuable commodity in the queendom of Briar, but she's also very obviously part Vila, the ancient enemy of Briar's patrons, the Fae. The crown princess, Aurora, is the last heir to Briar, inflicted with her family's curse to die at 21 unless she receives True Love's Kiss. How many times can you tell someone they're a monster before they start to believe it? I quite liked this and it took a turn that I didn't think it would, one that makes me very eager to read the sequel.

The Last Watch by J. S. Dewes. A true hard sci-fi space opera. The Divide is the weird empty space at the edge of the universe, where human ships patrol, watching for the return of the alien race that nearly wiped out humanity. Follows two main characters: a disgraced grandson of the most powerful person alive who is sent to the Divide in exile, and the captain of the ship that he was sent to who has secrets of her own. This was a lot of fun and managed to make actually like the 'wise-cracking, shit-talking, rich guy' character which is rare tbh. I'm going to read the sequel right away.

The Exiled Fleet by J. S. Dewes. A fantastic sequel to The Last Ship. Picks up 6 months after the previous book ended and throws you right back into the thick of things. We get to know our characters (both main and secondary) better, get more fun sci-fi elements, and even more political intrigue. Lots of twists and turns and I can't wait to see where this series goes.

Unconquerable Sun by Kate Elliot. Very much hard sci-fi, so much so that the sheer amount of in-world jargon and world building made the first third of the book overly confusing. I don't usually need glossaries, but man I wished I had one. Follows mainly Sun, the heir to a space queendom, and Persephone, her rival turned maybe ally, while flipping between quite a few other povs as well. Sun is fighting for her mother's respect and against the political intrigue of the other Houses, all while an enemy empire bears down on the queendom. Billed as "gender-swapped Alexander the Great in space", I can see how it'll get there later in the series. Definitely picked up in the final third and I'll probably read the sequel.

The Library of the Unwritten by A. J. Hackwith. An interesting take on what happens to all those stories that we never quite finish writing. Claire is the librarian of the unwritten, a resident of Hell, who must hunt down and retrieve a powerful artifact to save her library. It will involve traversing multiple realms of legend and crossing paths with vengeful angels. I lost a bit of steam by the end, but it was an enjoyable read. 

In A Garden Burning Gold by Rory Power. Greece-inspired fantasy, about a near-immortal royal family, with magic that helps run the natural world. I didn't like it. It's a duology that I truly think would have been much better as a single book. The pacing was very weird, where it felt like nothing happened for the first 90%, then suddenly way too much plot all happened at once right at the very end and so none of it felt earned or like pay-off. Also, even though the main characters are all meant to be like over 100 years old, they act like idiotic 23 year olds and it irritated me. Also, I've seen it be given an LGBT tag sometimes and that feels a bit misleading, as there is literally like 1, maybe 2, sentences right at the start implying that one of the MCs had married and sacrificed women in the past, and then it's never mentioned or brought up again. Felt like a let down.

Crownchasers by Rebecca Coffindaffer. This was a hell of a lot of fun! When the emperor of the galaxy dies without an official heir, it kicks off a crownchase, where the heirs of the major families race to find the imperial seal and claim the throne. The old emperor's niece has mostly abandoned her imperial upbringing when she's thrown into the race with her fellow heirs, all of whom she grew up with and some of whom are willing to kill to get the throne. Main character has an ex-girlfriend and current male possible love interest. Snappy and funny and tense, I'm really looking forward to the sequel!

Bloody Rose by Nicholas Eames. A swashbuckling, fast-paced, rollicking time! Second in the series but technically a stand-alone, it follows a young bard, Tam, as she joins the most famous mercenary band in the land. Arena fights, an impending war, giant monsters, and more. Sometimes went a bit too hard on world building (there are SO MANY characters, many of whom are mentioned once or twice but still given a whole backstory) and the ending was abrupt (never a huge fan of going straight from the climax of the whole book to an epilogue), but it was a fun read with interesting plotlines. Also a nice little smattering of gayness, which is nice.

[whumpflash]

I posted 56 times in 2022

That's 29 more posts than 2021!

27 posts created (48%)

29 posts reblogged (52%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@onlyinmyshadow

@a-game-of-stars-and-ink

@whumpsday

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast

@shydragonrider

I tagged 55 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#whump - 21 posts

#whump writing - 9 posts

#whumpflash - 8 posts

#royal whumpee - 7 posts

#fantasy whump - 7 posts

#slavery tw - 6 posts

#whumper turned whumpee - 6 posts

#sunandglass - 6 posts

#royalty whump - 5 posts

#tw torture - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 115 characters

#but back then i was shy about liking whump so everything is painfully vague and you can practically feel my caution

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

cw: mentioned torture, breakdown, threats, language

context: ...not a lot. This is just a drabble I wrote a while back with no real plot attached. The vague bits I have in my head are about two factions at war with each other in a semi-apocalyptic setting.

After hours patrolling the border of Gracer territory, the team was ready to call it a day and head back to the haven. But no sooner had Petra called everyone over, than she was interrupted by a sharp whistle. Ryker, her second in command, came from the other side of a rock formation, hauling something along with him.

"Looks like we've got an audience." Ryker tossed a lean body into the center of the group, and Petra instantly recognized Casper, one of the Gracers' agents. He landed with a groan, then pushed himself up shakily.

He looked… more haggard than the last time she'd seen him. Tired. Considerably thinner.

"Hey guys," he said. "Been a while."

"Come to spy on us again?" Petra asked. 

"Not at all… in fact, I wanted to see if you could use an extra hand."

She scoffed at that. "Extra hand? So you followed us out here to ask if you can wash dishes around the camp? Fat chance." She gestured to the rest of the group. "Let's move. If he tries to follow us, someone shoot him in the leg."

Her team turned to leave.

"Wait!" behind him, Casper was standing, starting to follow, but something was wrong about his walk. More than just a limp, he stepped as if everything was causing him pain.

"What did I just say about you following us?" Petra called back, though she couldn't quite force a bite to the words.

"Shoot me then!" he snapped. "I was serious about wanting to help… I can tell you about the Gracers. Everything I know."

"I'm sure you'll understand why I think that's a load of horseshit," Petra snorted.

"Give me a chance!" he protested. "Tie me up if you have to. Make me your prisoner. But take me with you. Please."

It was the please that caught her off guard. "That's an odd request," she said. "You trying to play hostage again? Had so much fun last time? Fine. We'll save you the trouble and drop you back off at your side right away."

"My side?" He laughed humorlessly. "My side? Do you know what my side did to me?"

Petra said nothing, only stared at him with a grim set to her mouth. He continued anyway.

"When you gave me back the first time, they thought I was a plant. They wanted information, and they made it clear they'd do anything to get it, they…" he took a breath to steady himself, smiling in a crazed way. "Beatings, lashings, electric torture… they burned me, they drowned me, they, they," Something had changed in his face, a frantic kind of desperation nquickly setting in. He took another breath, more like a gasp, "They stripped me completely and left me outside for a while, didn't feed me, made me beg for-- for any comfort, anything that would help me survive--" his chest hitched violently. "I can't go back, I can't go back, please you have to understand, I know they'll do it again, I know they won't stop until there's nothing left, please--"

Alice was the first to break away from the group, of course she was. She pulled the sobbing Casper into a hug, hushing him and gently rubbing his back as the rest of them looked on.

Petra couldn't say she knew what to make of it. Seeing her once-proud rival break down like this was enough to shock her into silence. Part of her wanted to scream at Alice to get away, that this had to be a trick, but the desperate look on his face shut that thought up. This wasn't an act. She sighed.

"We won't send you back," she said at last. "But star's sake, pull yourself together. We need to get moving."

Alice shot her a biting look. "Petra. He's been through a lot."

"And he'll go through it again if the Gracers catch up with us." To punctuate her statement, she pulled Casper to his feet, maybe a bit too rough. His body still shook with sobs, but he took a step forward, Alice supporting his other side.

"Once we get back to the haven, I'll look you over," Petra said. "Can't have infection setting in."

Casper nodded. She suspected if he tried to speak he'd just start crying again, so didn't push it.

She glanced over her shoulder. The sun was beginning to set. With any luck they'd make it back to the haven before dark.

"Alright. Let's move."

And let's hope this isn't a mistake.

44 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#4

Sun and Glass, part seven

previous part

cw: slavery, dehumanization, panic/trauma flashback (nothing explained, just a reaction)

After the first day on the road, it was clear he didn't speak a lot, not even if she asked him a question, and Rena was starting to understand how truly afraid he was of saying the wrong thing. Helping him move past that would prove a difficult task. Consistency would be key. She started taking notes on a blank piece of parchment.

I must never raise my voice at him, she wrote. Absolutely never raise a hand against him.

Give the chance to make choices, even if he'll only choose what he thinks I want. And…

She tapped her chin with the end of her pen.

And somehow find ways to show him he can be "wrong" and not get punished.

Dawn was breaking in full force outside the carriage window, and when she glanced up from her paper, she saw Caelon was leaning forward in his seat, watching the sunrise. She found herself smiling. 

"Pretty, huh?" she said, then regretted it as he flinched at her voice and quickly returned to his usual hunched pose.

"It's alright," she said. "No one's going to stop you from looking out the window."

He looked up at that, then slowly leaned forward again, albeit much more stiffly this time. Absently, Rena wondered if he remembered anything, if he knew who he was at all. If in his rare moments of peace, he'd ever thought about what he'd lost.

She wrote, Try and see what he remembers. Help him remember who he is.

Well. No time like the present.

"Caelon?"

"Yes, Mist-- Rena?"

She smiled at that. "I want to know if you remember me at all." He probably wouldn't, but it was an easy start. She knew some people never forgot a face.

"I… you were at the castle with my M-- no, with the lord, Lord Trisk," he said, confusion plain on his face.

"I was," she answered. Maybe he thought she was trying to toy with him. "But I meant before the castle. Years ago."

"Years…" his mouth moved quickly, as if he were muttering something frantically to himself. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know-- there's, there's so much--"

"It's alright. It was just a question. There's no right or wrong answer." She met his eyes, trying to give him a gentle look. He glanced away.

"Let me ask you something else."

"Of course, Rena."

She stopped herself before she could ask 'what do you remember'. It was too vague. She might confuse the poor man, or send him spiralling into a bad memory.

"Do you remember that you used to be a prince?" She asked instead. He froze at her question, his breath hitching, and he said nothing.

Did he remember?

"Caelon?" Rena said, leaning forward in her seat.

"I… remember."

Rena felt a burst of joy in her chest. "What do you remember?" she asked, a bit too quickly.

He shook his head quickly. "I--I don't wanna-- the play a-actors, I traveled with th-them and--" his words came out faster and faster, guided by a shaking voice. "I know I sh-should be grateful, I-I should be, but at night-- I h-hated night--" he was crying now, the words tumbling out becoming too incoherent to make sense of.

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45 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

#3

Sun and Glass, part nine

previous part

cw: slavery

Home for Rena was a cozy apartment, graciously paid for by her parents while her diplomacy business found its footing. Of course, 'cozy' was synonymous with 'small', and now she had a house guest for the indeterminate future. But she was determined to make it work.

"Caelon," she said as the carriage entered the city. "I want you to be aware that you're free now, alright?"

He nodded, and she continued.

"Meaning you don't have to stay with me. You can go where you want, and do what you choose." She doubted he'd choose to leave, but it was important that he knew he could.

"I… do you wish for me to leave, Rena?"

She sighed. "It isn't about what I want, okay? What do you want?"

He opened his mouth, closed it, swallowed. "If it pleases you, Rena, I will stay with you."

The realization hit her, all of a sudden, that he was treating her name as a title. A replacement for the word 'mistress'. He probably thought it was a preference of hers.

"Caelon," she began. "You know I don't own you, right?"

"But…" he looked up at her. "Who does, then?"

"Nobody," she said plainly. His expression, confused before, now seemed to cloud over.

"Oh. Am I being sold back to the traders?"

"Caelon, it isn't a matter of buying and selling, it's--" she halted, forced herself to lower her voice as she saw him draw back, away from her. "Your freedom is your own. No one is going to try and sell it to someone else." She bit her lip, thinking for a moment. "You own you."

The confusion returned. "I… own me?"

Rena smiled. "Yes. And you're free to stay with me, as I've said, but no one is going to force you to stay anywhere."

Caelon looked up at her, his jaw working with unsaid words. "I-I'll stay with you," he said at last. "And, and I can help around the house. I can help, I'll do whatever you ask of me."

Rena felt her heart sink a little, but her expression softened. Baby steps. "Yes, you can stay with me if you want," she said. "And I wouldn't mind some help around the house. Speaking of…" She leaned forward in her seat as the carriage came to a halt. "We're here."

Her apartment consisted of five rooms: a bedroom, a bathroom, a small kitchen, a tiny office, and an area for receiving guests. The lattermost was occupied when she walked in.

"Excuse me, I, uh…" Rena frowned. "Mom?"

"How was your trip, dear?" Her mother smiled up at her from the cushions. "Sorry if I startled you, I was only anxious to hear how everything went. It is your first, after all… oh." Her voice trailed off as her gaze landed on Caelon, then darted back to Rena, sharp and questioning.

"Yeah. Mom, this is… a friend of mine. He's going to be staying with me for a while."

Her mother cleared her throat, standing. "Rena, if I may..?" She pulled her towards the office. Rena cast a glance back at Caelon.

"Wait here," she said. "And, um, make yourself comfortable."

Her mother closed the door. "Rumors about you have been flying around town the last two days. I never imagined they'd be true." She fixed her daughter with a piercing look. Rena shifted uncomfortably beneath it.

"The rumors are probably unfounded--"

"The rumors said you won a slave in a poker game, and you just walked in with a grown man--"

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48 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

#2

cw: medical whump, implied/aftermath of torture, a variant of institutionalized slavery, starvation

The reason behind the empire's medical excellence was an open secret. The kind that everyone knows and nobody talks about.

After all, the best doctors were the ones with a lot of experience.

So the empirical medical academies sought to give them that experience.

Medic had known what would await them at the intensive school for combat medicine. In their two years of rigorous training, they'd already worked on victims of gunshot wounds, amputations, severe burns, and worse.

Every single wound had been inflicted by the instructors. Medic told themself that they had no problem with this.

The patients were all volunteers. Criminals opting to lose an eye, a hand, a litre of blood, instead of pay an egregious fine. Prisoners after a lighter sentence. Murderers who'd rather lose a limb than their life. Everyone here, one way or another, had signed up for this.

And it was good. Right? These people were furthering medical research with their misery, suffering so that others would live. And the students were well trained before being given a live casualty. The majority of the volunteers lived, took a pension, and were free to go.

Do no harm, Medic thought, a tinge of bitterness around the words. But they knew they could push it all out of their mind soon. They had one final exam and then they'd never have to think about this system again.

Rumors from previous students said it was the hardest yet, but Medic was ready. Ready to graduate and join a unit and save people and make it all worth it.

They lined up alongside their fellow students as instructors began calling names and leading them into a hallway one by one. When at last Medic's turn came, they followed their instructor, waiting to hear the rules for this last test.

"Welcome to your final," the instructor began. "All of you have worked hard to become the best field medics in the world. But there is one last trial you must face to prove yourself."

Medic nodded, listening eagerly. Almost done.

"When you're working with a combat unit, there is always the chance you'll be tasked with caring for a rescued hostage or prisoner. You may have to keep them alive for days without reinforcements, sometimes in a hostile environment."

"I understand, sir," Medic said. They knew what would be expected of them.

"Then you understand your final test," the instructor said with a smile. "In a few minutes you will be dropped off in the wilderness. After three days, we will pick you up and the test will be over. If you feel unable to complete three days, you can call the academy at any time to terminate the exam, but please understand that this will constitute as a failure."

Medic nodded along, though their mind was racing. Their final test was to survive? What did they know about finding food in the wild? Water? What if they got hurt? They knew they'd have to try. They'd made it this far. It couldn't be for nothing.

"Yes sir," they said. "I'm ready."

"Not so fast," the instructor said lightly as they came to a stop in front of a closed door. "That's only half of it." They turned a lock and pulled the door open.

Inside, an emaciated man shrunk away from the light that spilled from the doorway, ducking his head and raising bound hands as if to shield his face from a blow.

Medic felt their mouth go dry as they took in his form, years of training kicking in automatically to catalog his wounds. Bruises in various stages of healing littered his flesh, alongside scattered cuts. It looked like he'd been beaten with something heavy enough to break skin. On more than one occasion. His right leg looked to be the worst; darkly bruised and swollen at the knee. Likely sprained, if not broken.

"Wh-what is..?" they heard themselves say.

"You never know what condition you'll find a hostage in," the instructor said. "Along with yourself, you must also keep him alive for the three day duration."

The man flinched as the instructor stepped inside, frantically murmuring something that might've been a plea for mercy. Medic cringed as the instructor seized a fistful of the man's hair and threw him into the hall.

They felt like they were going to be sick.

Instinctively, they knelt at the man's side, ready to start their procedures, but the instructor's hand on their shoulder stopped them.

"You're not on the clock yet," he said callously. "Don't try and get ahead."

Medic stood slowly, feeling like the room was spinning around them. All this for a test.

They'd starved this man. Beat and terrorized him until he was too afraid to even look up. And it was all for an exam.

Criminal or not, he didn't deserve this. Criminal or not, it felt wrong.

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75 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

detective whumpee if you like it >:3

DETECTIVE WHUMPEE YOU SAY??

this feels fresh let's see if I can come up with some prompts--

-you know ''detective gets in too deep and is caught by the baddies'' is already a popular trope, expanding on it could be very fun (but not for the whumpee)

-Detective Whumpee is pushing themselves to their limits to solve a case. No food, no sleep, no breaks. They're so close. Bonus points if they get captured while in this state of exhaustion

-i also love the "being beaten to pulp by villain/henchman and is saved at the last minute by an acquaintance they don't fully trust" type of beat and I feel like that fits here

-i am a huge fan of both goofball genius mystery solvers (ie Dirk Gently or The Doctor from Doctor Who) and the ultra-serious, broody PIs from classic noir and I'd love to see both archetypes as whumpees

-relating to the above, put those two as partners. Goofball is trying to reason with the villains/whumper, Broody is making quips under his breath. Both are getting viciously backhanded.

144 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

whats your favorite magical girl anime made after 2010?

Well,,,,, thing is about that is,,,, tbh I actually don't really like or gravitate towards mg shows from the 2010 unless it has a very special vibe!

Though I will give a couple name of mg shows from that era I am planning on watching one day!

AguKara

Cocotama

Jewel Pets

Alice to Zouroko

Aikatsu

Anyamaru Tentei Kiruminzuu

AK Magical Girls

Balala, Little Magic Fairy

Bermuda Triangle: Colorful Pastrale

Etotama

Fantasia Dolls

Fantasy Patrol

Francesca

Gokicha!! Cockroach Girls

And many more I can't name right now!

I really hope this is a good enough answer for you!

Thank you and have a wonderful day, hope to see you again soon friend!!

[sakurayumeno]

Sorry for the wait!

If you don’t like yandere or if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read.

Yandere Naib Skin Hcs

tw: yandere

Cheshire Cat:

He loves to see how helpless you are in wonderland. Just seeing the despair in your eyes gives him a rush

If you ever ask him for help on getting out, he’ll always respond in the most riddling ways, way more than he’d usually do. He may also be in a more sour mood than before once you ask, though

‘How dare my little Alice think they could just leave? Did they not think about how I felt?’

Without a doubt, would stalk you

Would you know, though? Of course not, because he’ll hide away the moment you turn to look

Soon enough, there will be a point where he deems you “mad” and says there’s but one cure for this type of illness, and he’s the only one who is fit to rid you of it

That’s when you’re taken away to his home, where you’ll live out your days with him

He tries his best to be as loving and affectionate with you as possible. He’ll stuff you with your favorite sweets, making sure they are the finest you’ve ever had because his little mouse deserves the best

But there are times where he wants to be a bit selfish and be rewarded for what he does for you. He’ll go up to you and pretty much demand for you to treat him with the same amount of love he gives you. His demands may range from head pats, ear scratches, kisses, or even just cuddles

If you were to be stubborn and deny his requests, he would just force himself on you. Grabbing your hand harshly, bringing it to his head and move it in the way he so desires. Or he’d just drape his body over you, making it impossible for you to escape his warm embrace

It really does rile him up a little when you do defy him, though. But he knows to keep his head cool as to not scare you in any way

That being said, he really tries to stay calm when you escape him, but then again, he knows he’ll always find you in the end. And why would he pass up an opportunity to see the hope gleam in your eyes, thinking you finally got away, only for him to reappear in front of you with that signature sharp-toothed grin

When he brings you back to your shared abode, he will take you to your bedroom and lock you there without food or water for however he seems fit. And for some reason, every time you’re locked there, you feel as if you’re being watched

“Don’t worry, it’s for your own good.”

In his mind, all he needs to do is discipline you enough and you’ll become his perfect lover

He doesn’t really need to kill anyone for you, it’s not like the people there going to try to help you anyway. Just his presence is enough for them to cower in fear, so imagine how they’d be if he were to get mad at them

One of the worst yanderes to have. You’re absolutely hopeless in Wonderland, you might as well give in to him as to save your sanity

Spring Hand:

Would actually try to initiate a relationship with you

This newsboy would be on his best behavior around you

Sometimes he would give you little gifts whenever he delivers your mail to you. Somedays they may be your favorite flowers, chocolates or an item you’ve lost. Oh? It looks almost exactly like the one you had? It must be a coincidence, because he totally didn’t steal it from you. Why would he?

He loves to talk to you everyday, you’re like a drug to him. Admiring your skin tone, the way your eyes sparkle in the sun, and oh god, your lips? Sometimes he has to contain himself from just taking you away right then and there

He reads your mail to learn every bit about you. Your schedules, your friends, family, and even jobs. He’ll feel more in check that way

He tries to convince you to meet up after his work shifts to spend more time with you. I mean, how could you resist when you could see how bright his eyes shine and how big his smile gets whenever he’s with you?

When confessing to you, he wants it to be very romantic. He’d make a fancy dinner for you both at his house and invite you, telling you that he has a surprise for you and to wear something formal

If you reciprocate his feelings, he’ll be overjoyed to know that you’re finally his after all this time

He won’t dare show how crazy he was for you, he wants to make everything perfect for the two of you

You two would live a domestic life, one where he could live all his desired fantasies with you. He could finally hold you the way he wants without seeming weird or creepy. He could kiss those inviting lips of yours and tell you how much he loves you

Saves up to buy a ring for you when you guys think about marriage. He’d want something simple for the two of you, not something super flashy or over the top

He would be so happy if you would want to have kids with him, it’s like a dream come true. He doesn’t care if your body is able to have kids or not, you both could always adopt. But if you aren’t fond of the idea of children, he understands completely. He may be a bit sad when you tell him, but he’ll get over it soon

If you don’t, however, his ‘good boy’ persona will instantly vanish, showing his true colors

“Do you know how long I’ve been trying to make you like me? How much work I’ve put into trying to make us be together?”

At that point, he doesn’t care about what you want and he’ll take you with him by force if needed

Either way, he gets what he wants in the end

He won’t be as sweet as he would be if you had accepted his confession, but would still be devoted to you. He just has to keep his guard up since you know his secret

Some freedoms you would lose are your privacy, ability to communicate with others, and being able to go outside. He doesn’t think you need any of these things when you’re with him. You should be lucky that’s all he takes

Break any of these and be so disappointed in you. He wouldn’t hit your or anything, but just seeing the gutted look in his eyes every time you misbehave makes you want him to get mad at you 

The same goes for when you escape, the only punishment you get is his dreadful disappointment 

Contradicting Cheshire Cat, Spring Hand is one of the best yanderes you’ll ever get. He won’t kill anyone like the others, makes an actual effort in becoming your partner, and would be the best lover if your love is mutual

Clarity:

Soft yandere

He has lost so many things that he just has to keep you to himself, there’s no other person who would love you the way he does

You may be alarmed to find out how much he knows about you, but he’ll immediately calm you down

It’s his job to know everything there is about you, he needs to make sure you’re not a threat to the kingdom. At least, that’s what he says

He’s very sensitive and a bit of a crybaby in private, but he’ll definitely use this to his advantage with you. He doesn’t have a problem with crying in front of you, saying that he can’t live without you and begging you not to leave him if it gets you to stay

Loves to guilt trip you. Seeing you go from confidently arguing with him to timid and remorseful in just seconds gives him so much pride

There will be a day where he’ll abduct you from where you live. He doesn’t have the time to try to actually get a relationship with you, he has too much work and worries that if he waits any longer, you’ll already be taken

The only thing that he would do that's non-con, besides kidnaping you, would be stealing your first kiss. He would feel a bit dejected if he found out you had already had it, though

He’s a royal guard, he’s had situations where his king orders him to hunt down people. So if you try to run away from him, he’ll easily find you, no matter how good of a hider you are

If you ever say that you hate him for taking you away from your home or you say you don’t love him, he will become an aggressive, sobbing mess. He did this all for you, why couldn’t you understand that?

“W-what the hell did you say to me?!”

Tries to be reasonable, but sometimes he just gets so blinded by his own anger that he may hurt you in the process. You may end up with a few bruises on your arms from how tight his grip on you was

And he feels so bad after, he would never wish harm upon his love, yet he was the cause of it

He’ll take care of your injuries the best of his abilities, using ice packs or heating pads depending on how long it was since you got it. He also gives you so many hugs and kisses when he does this, apologizing for hurting you and telling you how much you mean to him

Killing others is a part of his job as a guard, so he could easily cover himself up if he ever kills someone for you. He could simply just take someone’s life because they were talking to you and say his reason was because the person was on the elimination list

When he comes home from his patrols or the job he was ordered to do, he’ll be exhausted and just wants to be in your company. If you allow it, he would very much like for you to massage his body, loosening all of his tense muscles and relieving him of the pain he felt before. He will be in absolute bliss during this, he may even let out a moan or two

If he had to be ranked on the yandere scale from best to worst, he would probably fall by the middle, though a bit closer to the best side. He could definitely be much worse if he wanted to, but also be a bit more careful with you

“Nobody will ever take you away from me, darling. I’ll keep you safe with me until the very end.”- N.S

[amphxtrite]

spencer reid x reader

chapter 2 • coffee or tea?

series summary: a new case brings the BAU to New York, investigating a string of murders involving girls who appear very similar. The unsub is relentless, desperate to fill the needs of his fantasy. In the midst of it, spencer meets the girl he been writing with, but had yet to see, prompting a love to blossom in the midst of the storm. Is disaster inevitable? Or will the duplicator’s rein fall?

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, murder, mainly fluff this chapter

chapter summary: the investigation continues, but the team is in dire need of rest after a late night of work. Spencer makes a call to the reader and a plan is put in place to meet, the only question Spencer will have to answer today is a simple one, coffee or tea?

taglist: @le-weasley-simp @thatsonezesty13 @paperandplasma @padsfirewhisky @clubfairy @kiramdd @peach-cliquee @goldeng1rl8​ (message/comment to be added)

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“Hotch here.” The unit chief’s voice states, raising his cell to his ear.

“Hey Hotch, this guy’s a romantic, he’s leaving roses and quotes from books at the scenes, we’ve found two already.” Rossi’s voice sounds through the phone.

“Roses? You don’t think-” 

“Yeah I do, he’s keeping them to try and make them fall in love with him.” Rossi sighs.

“But he’s angry, can’t handle the rejection for long.” Hotch finishes, nodding to himself. “Thanks Rossi, if you find anything else let me know.” He chimes, hanging up the phone and going to find JJ.

“Agent Hotchner!” A voice calls to the profiler, prompting him to turn.

“Yes that’s me.” He responds.

“Sorry, I’m Detective Dakota Trent, I’m also working on the case with Detective Kimathi, she’s just at the crime scene.” A brunette with close cropped hair greets the agent, shaking his hand.

“Good, have we come up with anything new yet?” Hotch asks, following Detective Trent to the interrogation rooms.

“Well we’ve talked to both Olivia’s fiancee and Georgia’s boyfriend. They’ve both got solid alibis and people to back up their claims, it’s not them.” Detective Trent shrugs.

“Have you heard about the roses yet?” Hotch questions, examining each of every person’s movements behind the glass.

“Yeah, Kimathi called me just before I found you, we’ve got a romantic serial killer?” They ask.

“What he’s experiencing probably isn’t love, it’d be impossible for him to feel it. My guess is this is an obsession over someone he’s lost or been rejected by.” Hotch explains. Detective Tent nods and points to another direction.

“Agent Jareau just finished interviewing Georgia’s family, you can find her through there.” They smile, Hotch thanks them and steps through.

The unit chief walks down a hallway and peers past each door until he finds the blonde sitting in an empty room; going over the case file again. 

“How are the families?” Hotch asks, stepping in.

“Torn apart.” JJ sighs, closing the file and leaning against the wall behind her. “Olivia’s mom just had enough in her to clear Alice, then she broke down into tears. Isabelle’s parents had it worse though; she was an only child, a miracle one too, her mother had troubles conceiving.” She continues. 

“And Georgia’s parents.” Hotch questions.

“Tried to be strong, but-” JJ pauses. “They could barely look at each other, let alone me.” She concludes sadly.

“Have any of them given any possible suspects?”

“Lots, mainly ‘strange’ ex boyfriends, but I had Garcia check them out and they’re clean.” The blonde shrugs, standing and following Hotch back out.

“They’ve given us a room to set up in, When Spencer gets back I want you to help him come up with a geographic profile.” Hotch nods, opening a door to a room filled with whiteboards and a large table.

“You got it, and maybe ask them to bring a coffee machine in, we’re gonna be up for a while.” JJ giggles, opening the case file again and placing the pictures of each scene up on the whiteboard.

“Hey we’re back from the ME, toxicology found ketamine in both victim one and two.” Prentiss states, opening the door to the board room with Spencer in tow.

“But not victim number three, does that mean he’s devolving?” JJ questions.

“Or she was a victim of opportunity, he couldn’t pass up the chance so he took her.” Spencer includes, shrugging his shoulders, and taking a seat next to JJ after seeing the map in front of her.

“Again it’s hard to know, but Morgan and Rossi found flowers at two of the dump sites so far.” Hotch tells Prentiss and Reid.

“Flowers?” Emily asks.

“A note too, some quotes about finding true love, we’re hoping you could help us with them kid.” Rossi suddenly chimes from behind the group, seeming disgusted at the thought of it. “We found the third one by the way, hidden in some bushes by the bridge.” 

“What did the cards say, Rossi?” Spencer questions, removing his gaze from the map.

“The first one said ‘I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.’ Second one said ‘He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.’ Third one said ‘Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.” Rossi lists reading off his tablet.

“All of those have to do with love alright, this unsub is absolutely infatuated with the idea of finding his true love.” JJ notes, looking at her own tablet.

“Maybe this unsub has some form of erotomania? Thinking all these girls love him, so he kidnaps them only for them to ruin his fantasy?” Derek suggests, fiddling with a pen in his hands.

“It would make sense why he’s keeping the girls only to kill them, and why they’re fed while he’s holding them.” Prentiss adds, looking to Spencer who looks deep in thought..

“Well now that we know more let’s get to work, we’ll deliver the profile in the morning so every officer can hear.” Hotch states, glancing out the window at the sky which had faded to an eerie black.

“I’ve got it!” Spencer suddenly exclaims. The team looks to him curiously.

“The first quote was from Atonement by Ian McEwan, the second quote was from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy, and the last one was from The Princess Bride by William Goldman!” He explains, standing from his seat and writing each quote on the whiteboard.

“These are all famous quotes about love, some of my favourite books too. This unsub is educated, definitely enough to read classic literature-”

“Wait Spence, the other two I can get, but you’ve read The Princess Bride?” JJ asks, excitement lacing her tone.

“Um yes, I saw it at the library so I decided I’d read it.” Spencer murmurs, turning to the whiteboard again to hide the hitch in his voice. The truth was it was another book you had practically begged him to read, he couldn’t say no. Spencer would have never guessed it would have aided him in a case.

“Oh Spence, I love that book too, you should come over and watch the movie with me and Henry, I’ve been meaning to show him.” JJ continues.

Spencer sighs in relief. “Yeah that sounds good JJ.”

---

“You’ve got to be joking.” A tired voice chimes from outside the door.

Hotch glances up at the voice, JJ inhales deeply as she wakes up, Prentiss and Spencer both take long sips from their coffee cups and Derek snores in his seat.

“Can we help you Detective Trent?” Hotch asks, turning to face them. Dakota doesn’t miss the dark bags under the unit chief’s eyes.

“Yes as a matter of fact, go to sleep!” Dakota smiles in a sickly sweet manner.

“I don’t think-”

“They’re right Hotch, you know we aren’t much help dead tired.” Rossi practically pleads.

“I could use some solid food too.” Emily adds, swirling around what remained of her fourth cup of coffee that night.

“You guys have a hotel for a reason, pretty much every other officer is either patrolling or at home, get some rest and we’ll see you in the morning.” Dakota smirks, waving the team off and heading towards the exit.

Hotch sighs and rubs his eyelids, feeling the relief of closing them before opening them again.

“Derek, Derek wake up!” JJ mutters, tapping on Morgan’s shoulder until he finally slumps forward, awake.

“Is it morning yet?” He grumbles.

“No, but we’re heading to the hotel now, and getting food.” JJ smiles, watching Derek perk up at the mention of something to eat. “What’s everyone in the mood for?” She asks, turning to everyone.

“M’ good with anything.” Rossi yawns, leaning against the door frame.

“There’s a shawarma place close to the hotel?” Spencer proposes, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the joint.

The team nods in agreement, shaking the tiredness off to walk back to the hotel.

Spencer enjoyed moments like this, when his team didn’t have to focus on a case for just a few moments, where he could let his mind rest for a minute.

“Hey player, meet any lovely New York ladies yet?” Derek chuckles throwing his arm over Spencer’s shoulder.

Scratch that, this is not what he had in mind.

“Nope.” He responds plainly.

“Right, right… What about that lady you’ve been writing too?” Derek teases, watching Spencer avert his gaze to the sky.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He murmurs. Derek’s smile grows.

“A mystery woman, Spencer I didn’t think you had it in you? Is she older? Rich maybe?” Derek lists playfully as Spencer rolls his eyes.

“Sorry Derek, maybe you’re just thinking too much.” Spencer shrugs, digging his hands into his pockets and sighing.

“Alright, I’ll back off.” Derek sighs, lifting his hands in mock surrender, only half telling the truth.

“Take a left here.” Spencer nods, pointing to a dimly lit building. “The shop is down there.” Spencer nods.

“I’ll go with the genius, you guys head back to the hotel.” Derek says, waving off the tired agents as he pushes Spencer forward towards the store. 

“Hey Morgan, do you mind if I call Garcia, I’ll meet you inside.” Spencer smiles as they reach their destination. 

Derek thinks nothing of it and nods, turning to swing open the door and order.

Spencer sighs and glances to both sides before turning and walking in the direction of the payphone. He had chosen this spot not only for convenience sake, but because there was a payphone right outside. It had been a while since Spencer had heard from you, and he felt bad not being able to read your letters.

Taking a deep breath he steps into the phone booth and dials your number.

“Thank you for subscribing to Lynn’s cat shop. Would you like to hear a fact about cat paws?” Your distinct voice chimes from the other end of the line.

“Well I do already know quite a bit, but hit me.” Spencer jokes back, smiling when he hears your audible gasp.

“Dr. Reid!” You laugh, sitting up straight from your lying position in bed.

“Hey what happened to cat facts?” Spencer teases gently, leaning against the side of the booth.

“I thought it was a spam call!” You justify, looking at the number again. “Hey Doc, this is a New York number-” You say slowly, putting two and two together. “You’re here! Are you on a case?”

“Yes actually.” Spencer replies with a soft smile. 

“Is it about that ‘duplicator’ guy I’m seeing on the news?”

“Yes, but don’t worry we’re doing well with the profile, and he’s only killing people that fit his victimology.” Spencer reassures you.

You remain quiet for a moment.

“Y/n? Are you still there?” Spencer asks, eyebrows drawing together at your sudden silence.

“Oh yeah, s-sorry Doc. Hey if you’re up for it, we could- meet up?” You ask, turning the conversation and popping the ‘p.’

“O-Oh.” Spencer stammers, caught off guard by your sudden proposition. “I-I mean I do have to work on the case…” Spencer sighs.

“But?” You plead, leaning into your phone.

“I can meet you earlier? Six am maybe?” Spencer offers quietly, feeling his voice break.

“Ooh you’re pushing it Doctor Reid, but I’ll manage.” You tease.

“Great! Great, um where do you want to meet?” Spencer asks, relief showing through his voice.

“There’s a park beside campus, my favourite spot is the field beside the cafe.” You smirk, dropping a not-so subtle hint.

“I-I’ll be there! Yeah See you then!” Spencer mutters in an excited tone.

“Sounds like a plan. Bye Spence!” You say in a sing-song voice before hanging up.

There it was again, Spence. No matter how many times he’s heard his name before, there was something special about you saying his name. Something that made him feel good.

“Spence…” He murmurs to himself, hanging the phone up and walking into the shawarma shop.

“Bout time pretty boy, what were you even calling about.” Derek asks, as he takes a bite from his wrap.

“Just checking if forensic found anything on the flowers yet.” Reid lies coolly.

“Anything?” Derek says in a muffled voice, throwing a wrap to the brunette.

“Not yet.” Spencer says in a slight yelp, just catching it before it falls.

“Oh well, it’ll probably be there in the morning.” Derek shrugs, picking up the bagged wraps. “Thanks again.” Derek waves to the owner before exiting the store.

“Did you know the origin of the word shawarma comes from the Turkish word çevirme, which means ‘turning’ which makes sense because of the-”

“Just enjoy the food pretty boy, just enjoy it.” Derek sighs, pushing the Shawarma up against Spencer’s mouth.

“Mm-” The younger agent protests, pushing his face back and snatching his shawarma back.

“Hurry up genius, the team is waiting.” Derek laughs.

The brunette rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but speeds up his walk beside his friend anyways.

---

Spencer wakes up to the sound of an alarm in his ear and without skipping a beat he sits up and throws his covers off, careful not to wake Derek sleeping in the bed next to him.

Slowly, he picks up his bag and tip toes to the bathroom, glancing at his watch, the time reads 5:00 am, still dark out. Spencer nods to himself.

Pulling on a white collared shirt and a black- no, black was too formal. Maybe red instead? No, this isn’t a date… “Blue.” Spencer murmurs, placing the tie around his neck and tying it slowly, being sure not to mess up. “Hi I’m Doc- no wait, hi I’m Spencer.” The brunette murmurs to himself as he ties his shoes. Spencer curses himself for only bringing converses and striped socks, but his jeans covered most of it to his relief.

“Hi I’m Spencer-”

“Spence, who are you talking to this early in the morning?” Derek’s drowsy voice groans from his spot in bed.

“I’m heading out early, I’ll see you later Morgan!” Spencer calls, pulling on his jacket to fend off the cool November air and swinging his bag over his shoulder so he could head back to the police department afterwards.

Stepping off the elevator, the hotel was practically empty, Spencer sighs in relief, he must have looked like a psycho constantly fixing his hair and tie. 

He exits the front door into the windy New York outdoors, suddenly regretting not wearing his scarf, but regardless, pushing on.

tousled brown hair swaying in the wind, Spencer checks himself in the glass of a building beside him, licking his chapped lips and swiveling his head back to the pavement ahead of him, careful not to bump into anyone.

Taking another turn, Spencer sees the sign for your university campus and feels his heart begin to race.

All of his thoughts began to jumble. What was his name again? Where was he going? A sudden squawk from a crow brings him back to himself, but his hot face and racing heart were impossible to shake.

As he grows closer to the coffee shop you mentioned to him, he begins to stumble, his feet beginning to fail him. He’s able to play it off as a funny walk, but when he spots the coffee shop, and beside it, the field. He completely stops.

A man grunts behind him, cursing at Spencer before turning and walking around him.

“Sorry.” Spencer murmurs, walking to the side of the pavement before crossing the street quickly.

Glancing down at his wrist again, his watch reads 5:45. Great, now he just had to sit and wait-

“What?”

Spencer’s thoughts are cut short when his vision is cut off by something...warm. Hands.

“Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone-” A sweet voice whispers in his ear.

The melodic voice from across the phone, it was you!

“W-We find it with another.” He stammers out, smiling as he hears your laughter.

“Doctor Spencer Reid, finally we meet.” You sigh, removing your hands from his face and dropping them at your sides.

“Y-Y/n-” Spencer says, turning to face you. 

He freezes for a moment as his eyes adjust to the light again. Then his jaw drops.

“Y-You’re…” Spencer’s eyes follow your y/h/c hair, jawline, eye shape and height. 

“No, no, no, no.” Spencer murmurs, glancing from side to side, overanalyzing every single person in your vicinity.

This was impossible. So, so impossible, yet there you were. Your description matched those girls perfectly, yet here you were out in the open talking to him. You weren’t safe.

“I-I know Doc, but it’s okay, I’ve got my pepper spray and everything!” You reassure Spencer, squeezing his hand gently.

“Y/n, y-you fit this unsub’s type, you can’t just be out here like this it’s not safe!” Spencer snaps, pulling his jacket off by the sleeves and swinging it over your head to hide you.

Your eyes widen and Spencer’s stomach fills with dread.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. I just want you to be safe.” Spencer explains, lowering his voice and leaning closer to you.

“It’s alright Spence. I knew the risk, but I just wanted to see you.” You mutter, crossing your arms and sighing.

“Hey, you- you finished Love and Living.” Spencer smiles softly, remembering the quote you whispered to him when you covered his eyes.

“Yeah, it just kind of stuck with me. Thomas Merton can really write.” You smirk, nodding your head a little.

“Well I certainly prefer him over J.C?” Spencer asks, sarcastically tilting his chin.

“J.K, but you already knew that.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“I did?” Spencer jokes, eyes widening when he finally realizes how close the two of you are to each other, his eyes shyly draw downwards.

“Ahem?” You smirk. “Eyes up here Doc.” 

“O-Oh it’s not like that, I swear.” Spencer rushes, quickly looking back up in panic.

“Hey Spence! I’m just teasing, it’s alright.” You stammer in a hushed tone, gently moving your hands to cup Spencer’s face as reassurance.

The hits just kept coming today. Spencer internally trembles, but nods, darting his tongue out again to hide his quivering lip.

“Hey, since we’re both just standing here, do you want to grab something to eat?” You shrug, awkwardly retreating your hands to your chest.

There it was again, the sound of his name on your voice.

“C-Coffee?” Spencer sputters. “How about coffee?” Spencer repeats, clearing his voice and moving his hands from your shoulders to his sides.

“Yeah, coffee sounds great Doc.” You nod, taking Spencer’s hand and pulling him forwards.

“I’ve been going to this place since my first year here, amazing coffee, tea, and even seasonal sodas.” You gush, squeezing his hand and opening the door to the local shop.

“Any idea of what you want to order?” You ask, turning to face the brunette and shifting his jacket from your head to your arms.

“Uh, regular coffee is fine?” Spencer’s voice comes out almost as a question, he feels himself growing timid at the size of the menu.

“I’ll tell Choi ssi to surprise you.” 

Spencer nods, his lips pulling up into a line.

“Ah if it isn’t my favourite little boba pearl, what can I get for you today?” A man in his late forties calls to you with a smile. “And who might this be?” Mr. Choi motions to Spencer.

“Choi ssi, I’d like you to meet my Doc.” You smile. Spencer feels his face heat up at ‘my’

“I-I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He explains, nodding to the man behind the counter.

“I’m Viktor Choi, and Doctor? Wow, how old are you kid?” Mr. Choi questions in slight awe.

“Twenty five.” Spencer answers plainly, shrugging his shoulders.

Viktor’s jaw drops.

“Yeah I get that a lot, are we gonna order now?” Spencer blurts, turning back to you.

“Yeah of course. I’ll have my boba, and Doc-” You pause, tapping Spencer on the chest. “Would like to be surprised.” You smirk.

“Oh adventurous.” Choi smirks back to you, raising his eyebrows. You nod.

Spencer’s eyebrows furrow, feeling something strange was awaiting him.

“Oh you’ll love it!” You smile, placing a paper bill on the counter and pulling Spencer towards a table.

From the shake of Mr. Choi’s head and your small smirk, Spencer made an educated guess you gave him more than what was expected.

“Here.” You point to an empty table beside one of the large windows that wrapped around the shop.

“A window seat.” Spencer smirks, sitting in the chair across from you.

“What, you have a profiler fact for me?” You tease.

“Well, people who prefer window seats are more selfish and easily irritable.” Spencer shrugs feeling his smile widen. 

“Hey I just like to feel the sun.” You protest, looking out into the busy traffic not too far from you.

“I see.” Spencer smirks, glancing over to see you gazing into the sunlight.

Spencer is caught off guard at first, beauty isn’t usually a thing he notices, but it would be impossible for him not to admire you.

Your e/c eyes seemed to glow in the sunrise, your hair shined and your smile grew and seemed to shine brighter than the sun could ever be, figuratively though, obviously. 

Strange, Spencer felt his hands clam up and heart began to race again.

“Order for miss boba and her doc!” Mr. Choi calls, drawing both yours and Spencer’s attention.

“You seemed like a coffee kind of guy.” He shrugs as you bring the two drinks back to your table.

Spencer smiles in acknowledgement before looking down at what looked to be a simple coffee with a rim of milk foam and- Spencer furrows his eyebrows, chocolate shavings.

“Don’t be deceived, his coffee packs a punch.” You smirk, stirring your drink with the straw poking out of it.

“Good.” Spencer nods, drawing a laugh from you, as he lifts the mug to his lips and blows on the hot liquid, finally getting a taste.

The first thing that hits Spencer is the sweetness, just the right amount that made him smile as he drank it. The next was how rich it is, practically gliding over his tongue like melted chocolate, of course just not as viscous. 

You must have noticed a change in his demeanor because you begin to giggle to yourself.

You couldn’t help it, the look on Spencer’s face was too good not to notice.

His eyes widened, brows raised to his hairline and he tilted the cup higher in an instant to get more.

“Adorable.” You sigh to yourself, not realizing you had said it out loud until Spencer suddenly chokes on his drink.

“Oh my god, Spence are you alright?” You worry, holding a napkin to his chin as drops of coffee spill past his lips. 

The brunette nods, bringing the drink back down onto the table to see he had already drunken half of it.

“It’s good right?” You grin, pulling the napkin away but not moving back just yet.

Spencer nods, already feeling a buzz, but unsure if it was from the coffee or your sudden proximity, or you calling him adorable.

His ears felt as though they were burning, and this time he couldn’t blame the coffee.

Timidly glancing up, it seemed as though you could say the same for your cheeks.

Spencer lifts his mug up again to take another sip of his beverage, clearing his throat a bit before speaking again.

“I-If it makes you feel any better, I find you rather endearing, myself.” Spencer says just above a whisper, too nervous to look you back in the eye.

“Thank you Spencer.” You smile, feeling a rush of warmth in your chest and in your face.

Without thinking you look up and tilt Spencer’s chin back up to face you. His eyes read amazement and sheepishness, prompting a giggle from you.

Usually Spencer would have pushed the hand touching him away, ready to list facts about germs to make sure no one in the general vicinity would try that again. But there was something about his racing heart and your gentle hands that smelt of lavender, that made it impossible for any words to come out at all, he barely wanted to move.

“Hey Doc, do you feel like going for a walk?” You ask, stroking your thumb down Spencer’s cheek to catch his attention again. 

“Yeah, yeah a walk.” Spencer glances down at his watch, 6:24.

“I have to be back at the station for seven, but I can walk you back to your dorm?” Spencer offers, half suggesting it just to make sure you got back safely.

“What a gentleman.” You smirk standing and prompting Spencer to follow you. “You can drop the cup off at the counter over there.” You say, Spencer nods, standing and placing the mug at the counter for an employee to sweep it away in seconds.

“Now come on, we’ve still got time for me to give you a little tour.” You grin, putting a bit too much emphasis on little.

To the profiler’s surprise, you take his hand into yours as you wave goodbye to Mr. Choi.

“Bye my little boba pearl and Dr. Boyfriend!” He shouts out to you and Spencer as you exit the door. Spencer doesn’t even have time to sputter out a correction before you’re pulling him towards your campus. 

“Isn’t he the best! He and his husband have been running that place for years, the best coffee in the city if you ask me.” You chuckle, slowing your speed to a steady walk beside Spencer.

“Yeah, we should go again sometimes.” Spencer shrugs, finally closing his hands around yours, growing accustomed to the feeling.

“D-Did you know that multiple studies, including one conducted at the University of California Los Angeles, show that human touch triggers the release of oxytocin, in our brain. Oxytocin is-” 

“A neurotransmitter that increases feelings of trust, generosity and compassion, and decreases feelings of fear and anxiety, aka the love hormone.” You finish, smiling up at him reassuringly.

You knew Spencer began listing off random facts when he felt he’d made an atmosphere awkward. You’d started noticing these cues once the two of you began talking on the phone, so you made sure to ensure everything was fine to him. 

“Yeah, t-that’s the one.” Spencer mutters.

The brunette was always cut off while he tried to explain a statistic or fact. He knew it was never to hurt him in any way, but it still got frustrating for him when he was talked over.

When you cut him off on the other hand,  it is to finish his sentence and complete the fact. He was starting to see why so many people found this gesture romantic.

Your smile grows as you notice Spencer’s eyes downcast on your hands.

Rounding the corner deeper into your campus, you stop at a couple spots to tell Spencer more about your school life and how your studies were going.

“I can’t believe I’m really graduating this year.” You sigh dreamily, looking up into the sky.

“Do you have any ideas where you may want to work?” Spencer asks as you lead him to a fountain in the centre of a field.

“Well, not exactly, but I’ve still got time to decide.” You grin, digging into your pocket for something Spencer couldn’t see.

“You know the BAU will always be an option.” Spencer shrugs, watching you pull out a shiny quarter.

“I dunno doc. All that stuff might not be for me.” You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment before flipping the coin into the water of the fountain.

“Yeah I guess serial killers and psychopaths aren’t everyone's cup of tea.” Spencer says seriously, causing you to break out in a fit of giggles.

“Do you believe in wishes coming true Spence?” You continue laughing, pulling Spencer in the direction of your dorm.

Spencer’s head snaps up at his name, but his eyebrows furrow.

“Well the act of throwing valuables into water hasn’t always been for wishing, it used to be for worshipping gods and other deities, but as the years went by it became popularized to wish for things by throwing something of value into the basic fundamental of human life.” Spencer pauses looking to you apologetically.

“It’s okay Spence, I’m listening.” You smile.

“Oh okay- First used to honour gods, people began asking for favours such as a good harvest or for a loved one to get well from a sickness which is where wishing wells came from.” Spencer nods, squeezing your hand as a silent ‘thank you.’

“So to answer my question-” You draw on, looking curiously into Spencer’s hazel eyes.

“While there’s no sound science to prove anything, I don’t see why people can’t have something to believe in, as long as they understand if it doesn’t come true.” Spencer shrugs, stopping when you do, outside a large building.

“So I’ll take that as a yes, but.” You smirk.

“I suppose, besides sometimes the wishes do come true out of pure coincidence, but you can never say that.” Spencer shrugs.

“It sounds like you speak from experience.” You laugh, nudging him in the side.

“My friend Penelope wished I’d get my haircut, but didn’t tell me until I did, three months later.” Spencer chuckles.

Both of you knew you were supposed to say goodbye now, if you remained just standing there any longer you’d become a problem for sleep-deprived students. Not a good mix.

But neither of you could find the will to move, your hands stayed interlocked and your smiles remained as Spencer began talking more about a couple books and some more facts about wishing wells.

“Y/n?” A loud voice calls to you from afar. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” The voice chimes again, slowly getting closer.

“Oh I’m sorry Adira, I was meaning to tell you.” You apologize, letting go of Spencer’s hand to turn around and speak to the person calling you.

For a minute Spencer forgot how to function his hand, he just sort of hovered it in the air for a second, before regaining his train of thought and dropping his hand back to his side and turning.

“I’ve been worried sick y/n, you haven’t been answering your phone and with that ‘duplicator’ guy running around-” Adira begins, cutting off to wrap her arms around you. “Don’t do that again, please.”

“Alright, I’m sorry Adira, but I had a friend with me, see.” You smile, turning her to face Spencer.

“Hello.” Spencer greets awkwardly, placing his hands into his pockets and nodding.

“Wait he sounds just like-” Adira pauses. “That’s Doc?” They pause, jaw dropping as she begins tugging on your sleeve.

“Yes- that’s him.” You smile, tapping on her hand to try and get her to stop before your face overheats.

“Okay okay!” Adira laughs, rolling her eyes as she fixes her headscarf and extends her hand.

“Nice to finally meet you, y/n has not stopped talking about you since you started writing to each other-”

“Adira!” You intervene, bringing your hand to your face to hide your blush.

“Wow you’re even cuter than the photo-”

“Okay, we still have that project to work on right, let’s go.” You laugh nervously, pushing Adira towards the door of your dorm room as she remembers something.

“Oh right, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that.”

“Perfect, we’ll finish it up when we get inside.” You smile.

“Nice jacket by the way, where’d you get it?” Adira comments, poking the black suit jacket on your arm, and then back again at Spencer standing in a collared shirt and tie.

“Y/n!” She laughs teasingly, turning around and grabbing a hold of your shoulders.

“I’ll head in on my own, now have fun, but not too much fun.” She smirks, pushing you back towards Spencer before walking into the building and throwing you a wink.

“I-I’m-”

“There’s no need to apologize, I’m rather flattered you talk about me.” Spencer shrugs, looking down at the ground subtly.

“Well of course I do, you’ve become a big part of my life y’know.” You smile, taking Spencer’s large hands into yours.

Spencer smiles fondly, hiding the internal regret he held, the profiler had yet to tell any of his friends about you, wanting to have this one thing for himself in his twisted world.

Squeezing your hands, Spencer nods and glances down at his watch.

“I should get back to the station.” The brunette murmurs.

“You should get back to the station.” You reply, loosening your grip only for Spencer to pull you back.

“I-I’m happy I got to meet you by the way, please call me if you need anything, or just to talk.” Spencer pushes his lips back in a forced smile, he was reluctant to leave you alone.

“I will Spence. Catch that guy for me alright?” You smirk, wrapping Spencer in a short hug before shrugging off his jacket, placing it over Spencer’s shoulders and turning to finally walk into the building.

Spencer barely had time to react to your gesture, but while he processed it, he simply stood there. It was as though you had left an imprint of yourself on him, a reminder you were real, and really held him. He was truly awestruck.

His suit jacket held the faintest scent of your perfume, the feeling of your arms lingered on his torso and his hands still reached for yours though you were long gone.

This feeling was foreign to the brunette, but not rejected. Spencer quite enjoyed it after all.

After a few moments of not moving the brunette finally picks up his feet and turns to leave, not noticing the figure not too far away clenching his fists so hard, blood begins to trickle slowly out.