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[faithinlouisfuture]

AWAY FROM H👁️ME FESTIVAL 2024

[goldsbitch]

I gave so many signs

summary: First unrequited love is not the one to ever leave your mind. Y/N looks back at her missed connection with Charles Leclerc from the time they were just teenagers and regrets having him slip away.

song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)

exile - Taylor Swift Lie to me - 5 Seconds of Summer (feat. Julia Michaels) Worst of you - Maisie Peters

warning: Present time, the past

Coming back home to Monaco always brought a sour smile to her face. She loved growing up in this strange small town where everyone knew each other and celebrities came to show off and then went back to wherever, to tell stories of Monte Carlo.

They say that you get to experience three very different real loves in your lifetime - and only if you're lucky, it would be with the same person. Her first love was Charles Leclerc.

I saw you lookin' brand new overnight I caught you lookin' too, but you didn't look twice

Visiting family was the reason why she always came back, but going out with the few girls from high school who stayed there was a treat she dared not to miss. There is just something about hanging out with those people who helped one buy the first eyeshadow and with whom she pregamed at one of their step dad's dermatology office before going on trying to get into any club that would allow minors in. So there she was once again, at the old time spot, having a harder time to hold her alcohol since she'd passed the magic non hangover years. And to her luck, he walked in only a bare half an hour later than her.

Whenever she saw him, even after those years, it was like everyone else had dissapeared from the room. He seemed to age like wine.

It's 3 AM and the moonlight's testing me I know that you've been holding on to someone else And now I can't sleep

"Come here to me," she teased, moving closer to him. He tried to stop her and playfully pushed himself the furthest away possible the couch would allow. "Charlie, let me see!" she insisted and sat on top of him. She had to act quickly, there would be no way for her to keep the upper hand. He was just turning eighteen soon and the time in gym was starting to bring back results. "I do not have any hairline, Y/N," he gasped, annoyed. His tone changed. Back then she interpreted it as just him being done with her shit. Looking at it now, there probably was a different reason why he became more stiff. She sat on him, going through his hair and taking few photos, blissfully unaware. "I'll show this to you in a few years and we'll see! Ha!" Charles eyes were shooting arrows in her direction. She looked back at him, curious and not grasping the moment in the same way as he did. "What?" she asked simply. "Nothing..."

I can see you standing, honey With his arms around your body Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

She laughed a bit at that memory as she sipped her drink and tried her best to avoid keeping looking back at him as he sat with his current friends and an absolute gorgeous girl laughing at his joke. She knew who she was. Sometimes she peaked at his socials and then blocked him again right away. She certainly knew he had her blocked.

They went to different schools and Charles had his racing activities anyway. So they'd spent a lot of time texting. A lot.

It was just one of the horrifically long school days where she doubted the point of her existence. Life had to be more than sitting in a pointless computer science class. She wanted to be a big lawyer girl boss one day, so why would she ever care about programming. There she was, staring at the assignment from the teacher who was stuck in 20th century anyway, having little to no clue what to do. As she'd usually do, she texted Charles. Bombed him with twenty texts demanding attention, before he finally responded. "OMG i thought someone had died" "i am dying charles" "no your not" "*you're" "i can go back to my race simulator if you keep being a little shit" "nooo, please dont go. you're my only hope. sorry, your. i get it, you got out of the school too early." "that's it, i'm gone" "noo, please stay, I'll be nice and say nice things about you" "i'm staying, go on" "you are absolutely gorgeous" "yes, agree. more" "you are soo funny, amazing, future heart breaker and your passion for racing is so inspiring" "i like this. more"

Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury

They were inseparable, yet nobody knew. Always meeting alone, because they did not need anyone and their social circles didn't really meet together. Whenever he was back in town, the two of them would hit up their favorite café or hang out at his house and then go for a walk. The two of them walked around Monte Carlo as if they were suppose to be the cartographers creating the first map of that area ever. Those were the good old days that came to end very unexpectedly.

We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out (Didn't even hear me out) You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

His hands were shaking when he sent the email. But he just could not take it anymore. He was over the moon in love with her and didn't know how to contain it.

"there is no easy way to say this. i love you. sorry. i'm stupid and i know we're just friends. but i basically live only for racing and seeing you. i'm terrified of seeing you with someone else. if there is at least a cell in your body that feels the same, please let's meet up and talk about it. if not, do not reply and i will never mention this again and deal with it. i love you."

She was seventeen when she got his message out of the blue. A scared little girl who was petrified of feelings and anything relationship related. So she never replied to his email.

All this time I never learned to read your mind I couldn't turn things around (I couldn't turn things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (You never gave a warning sign)

Charles had a very little hope that she'd feel the same - why would she, such an amazing person, kind, fun and totally glorified in his eyes, so he could not even imagine him being worthy of her. But what if? What if he was enough? With every day when she did not respond to his email, his heart sank lower. Still, the pain of the first rejection is a hard one to take, because it's usually from a scared unexperienced heart to another and the clumsiness causes great deal of accidental collateral damage one remembers until the end of their life.

You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out

She texted him from school few days after that - a normal text, as if nothing happened. Both of them were too chicken to address the situation openly. So he opted for buring his feeling and she for playing like she had no idea. Deep down, she always knew, even before he emailed her. They texted, continued to meet up. But it was never the same again.

Flashing back to New York City I was done, but you undid me Classic me to run when it feels right

It was hard to get closure for her. After all that had happened and the mess the two made for each other was a hard lesson she remembered vividly. She glanced at your first love again - and finally she met his look, after almost two years of managing to missing each other while they were both back in Monaco. She'd daydreamed about bumping into him, the two chatting and smiling again. The world stopped again for few moments. He shot her an unsure quick half smile that said it all. She knew him too well for that.

And now I wish we never met 'Cause you're too hard to forget While I'm cleaning up your mess I know he's taking off your dress

It was her prom night and she could not be more excited. All her friends were here, family, even Charles managed to get in town to watch her dance and drink all night. She had the night of her life, perfect end to end this chapter of life. The excitement her eyes held was contagious. She spent the first half of her evening with the family and Charles, sharing few dances and laughs. If felt like the good old days. But one shot of tequila led to another and there she was, drunk as pirate and unhinged like a teenage girl. Charles did his best to keep her parents at bay, keep them occupied while he got one of his friends to take care of her. He was worried she might do something stupid, like walk up to the stage and fall down breaking all of her bones. Finally, her parents decided to leave without having to saying goodbye to her after Charles spent a good half an hour convincing them she was just in the back stage and that he'd get her home safe. When they were gone, he began to search for her, only to finally find her sitting on the stairs, making out with the friend he assigned to keep an eye on her.

So take me to every party and just talk to your friends Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again Go on and walk all over me, just don't walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway

It was like being cut open alive and having people watch. There was nothing even remotely graceful about her actions, she was literally sitting on the floor having a battle of tongues with another drunk teenager while people had to walk pass her. It was embarrassing. Charles didn't know what to do. He wanted to run away and never come back, but he couldn't leave her there alone. He couldn't bring himself to stop the two of his friends, because he was just too sad and heartbroken to do so. He just stayed nearby and kept an eye on them. It was one of the longest nights in his life.

She couldn't remember the second half of her prom night and Charles would never speak of it, even though she begged him many times. He always became stiff and started to leave the room. She only kept asking, because it marked one of the biggest shifts in their friendships. He became cold, unresponsive and after few weeks, he stopped communicating completely.

You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before

Funny how people's faces change with years, but the eyes stay the same. The eyes and the look. Charles looked at her the second time this evening. It was like staring back at the eighteen year old boy who was drowning in his feeling.

It was one of her last nights in Monaco before leaving for university. Finally, her dreams were coming true. She was more than ready to get our to show the world she was a force to be reckoned with. She sent Charles countless messages before her final departure, at that moment, she was sure she'll never ever get back to Monaco and wanted to at least understand why he became distant. One evening, he finally agreed to meet up and talk. She was over the moon. Knowing that she could always turn Charles over, she left feeling confident - he was one the very few people she was sure shared the same soul as her. It was as if they'd never stopped talking. Jokes flying everywhere, the two of them strolling around, having no idea this would be the last time (and maybe, that was better for her at the time). There was so much to share, the two kept talking over each other for hours. Charles was happy when she finally stopped to take a breath for a moment. She looked him in the eye and saw a look she'd seen countless of times on his face. There was a shift in her mind and out of nowhere, she was kissing the boy she'd been unknowingly in love for years. She'd realize that she loved him only once she started dating a random guy from her college, expecting the same feeling Charles gave her. But it never came. Had she known, she'd have stayed with him. He tried to convince her to start dating him. Almost begged her to try it with him long distance. But there was a whole world for you to discover, places to be and versions of her that needed discovering. She had kissed only once. But it was a kiss of a lifetime. He blocked her on all socials after she rejected him again.

I never learned to read your mind (Never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around (You never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) So many signs, so many signs You didn't even see the signs

The girls were laughing at some joke she missed while digging in her memory for traces of her first love. Charles Leclerc. He was sitting few tables away from her. This time, her heart sank as he kissed his girlfriend on the cheek as they walked away from the bar. She wanted to run to him, to talk to him again after all those years. To tell him the same thing he once emailed her. To explain that she was just too young to notice she had the love of her life right next to you. But she knew all too well what his answer would be. And just like he had back then, she never wanted to hear it out loud.

And I know that you don't, but if I ask you if you love me I hope you lie, lie, lie, lie, lie to me

part 2

[shorelineserenity]

Was it all casual to you? I can’t help but wonder. From the very beginning, I told myself not to see your actions as special, not to believe that the way you looked at me or spoke to me was unique.

I knew better. I knew your words were easy, your smile, a familiar script you’ve shared before. You have this flirty personality, effortless charm that dances through every interaction.

And I don’t blame you for it. How could I? It’s who you are, and you never promised me more. I’m the one who let my heart wander, who held onto moments that were never meant to be held.

I’m the one to blame for hoping, for overthinking, for believing, even for a second,

that it was me.

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[donnas-dollface]

she may be a drug cartel leader but it makes her all the more attractive-

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

No following; Planet of the apes fanfic Chap. 2

*Author's note*

And here we are with the second chapter of my new POTA series. Like I said I'll be binge posting today so buckle up everyone! Here we get snippets of growing up with Caesar and Lin. Now I have written some scenes based off of deleted scenes from Rise and that'll be the case for some of series. If I find a deleted scene that could fit the story, I'll work around it and place it into my story.

Reminder I do NOT own Planet of the Apes, it belongs to their respected owners, creators and studios. I also don't own any songs that I use for the fic, it's only for entertainment purposes.

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All hail Julius Caesar! Well we didn’t call him Julius but Caesar definitely seemed to fit him, especially as he got older.  Now I had read that apes and monkeys were smart but Caesar—I’ll tell you he is something else.  Just short of a year old and he was already signing 24 words with ease, heck I can barely remember 10 of them.  But he’s brought a real light to the house, things just felt a lot more—happier, lighter.

No one seemed depressed anymore.  And I’ll say this, it’s definitely a lot of fun to now have someone to play with at home.  Sure I’ve got my school friends and the friends I’ve made at the rec center but Caesar brings something else that I can’t quite explain.  He looks up to me but also I learn from him, I don’t know if this even makes any sense but is this what it means to be a big sister?

Uncle Will spends most of his time in the study area always talking or taking notes about Caesar.  There’s always video cameras out whenever he’s doing something whether it was drawing, reading, or even playing chess (which he is a master at. Heck he treats checkers like it’s nothing and believe it or not, he’s beaten me at Candyland 17 times!).

Caesar is always up for learning and is so curious, it really is like having a baby around the house.  Like this one time I had caught him listening to some of my CD’s on his stereo with his headphones on, but his curiosity will also get him into trouble when I got mad when he came into my room and took a picture out from under my pillow.  No one and I mean absolutely no one ever touches that photo!

He got scared and kept hiding from me every time I entered a room until later that night uncle Will had me apologize to him and I told Caesar that the picture was something special to me and only I was allowed to look at it (that and uncle Will and grandpa if they were in the room too).  He took notice of my tone and demeanor as I spoke and we ended up snuggling up together on his bed as he comforted me.

Now at age two Caesar was really starting to grow up and show his intelligence.  He was completing puzzles and lego models for kids 8+ so for tweens like me who have to work hard for hours or even days on end on the Lego Star Wars Death star, Caesar can get it done within 24hrs.  Yeah he’s that smart.

I stormed in the house and walked past Irene, grandpa’s nurse and she greeted me.

“Hey Lin, how was your day?”

“It sucked! I’ll be in the attic!” I stomped up the stairs loudly and ran across the hall and reached up for the attic stairway but the rope kept swinging away from my fingertips.  “Damnit!” I hissed lowly as I looked around and found the stepstool.  “I swear I better get a growth spurt once I’m 16!” I pulled down the attic entryway but as I pulled down the staircase fully, I took a few deep breaths trying to calm down.

After scaring him the last time I got angry, I didn’t want to take my anger out on him after the bad day I had.  Once I was calm, I walked up the stairs into Caesar’s room.  Uncle Will and I had worked together to really enrich this old attic into a playroom for Caesar.

Some of the old toys I never played with again were now his, the stereo that stood on a desk filled with some books that he and I would read to Caesar.  All of them ranging from basic children’s books with lots of pictures to young tween novels like The Hobbit, Harry Potter or the Magic tree house series (those books I loved reading when I was little).

There was also some ‘monkey bars’ given for him to hang on or swing around on in order to climb up to the banisters above the balcony.  And of course the giant window that stood proudly at the center of the room and he could look out and see the entire neighborhood (well not the whole neighborhood but you get the picture).

“Caesar?” I called out.  I heard the sound of my old interactive toy phone being played with.  I walked over and looked over his bed and found Caesar on the ground, headphones on and being intrigued with the toy phone.  “Hey! Caesar!” I called out louder as I could faintly hear the loud music coming from his headphones.

He then turned to me and immediately reached for his monkey bars and swung himself onto the bed before bounding over to me and hugged me hotting happily.  The chord of the headphones came off and soon the music he was listening to now played through the speakers of the stereo.  I smiled and felt myself feeling better as he patted me enthusiastically.

“Hey buddy, hi. Oh I missed you too!” I separated from him as he continued to hoot and pant excitedly.  I took the headphones off his head and told him, “You listening to my cd’s again? John Williams this time huh? You like him too?” as E.T’s flying theme started playing through the speakers, Caesar hooted and jumped on the bed as his hands slammed onto the mattress.  “Yeah he’s the best composer ever, maybe I should get you to watch the film. I think you’d like it.”

I went over to the speaker and turned the volume down when I took notice of something on the table just across from his bed.  As I walked over to the table I asked him.

“Hey, where’d you get these puzzles?” Caesar stopped his excitement and just looked at me anxiously.  “Aren’t these grandpa’s puzzles?” I noticed that he had gotten three of my grandpa’s puzzles.  The 500 piece puzzles that only old people can seem to have the patience for.  One was a man and woman on a horse going over a beach, the other was of the New York skylight, and the third was the Declaration of Independence being signed.

The third one he was nearly done and he was about halfway done with the first two.  I turned to Caesar and raised my brow skeptically at him.  He looked down between the bed and my gaze before he lept over the bedframe and hid behind it and occasionally peeking out over the frame before hiding again.  I walked over and stroked along the puzzle of the man and woman on the beach as Caesar began nervously hooting and making a few hand gestures.

“Am I gonna tell?” I translated.  “No, no I won’t tell. This can be another secret of ours.” I heard Caesar walk back and hop onto the bed as I shook my head astounded.  “I can barely do the edge pieces to these things.” I walked over towards Caesar and collapsed across his bed letting out a deep sigh.  Caesar bounded his way over to me, his green eyes showing deep concern as he lowly hooted and signed again.  “Sad? You could say that.”

Caesar then lay down carefully and started stroking through my hair almost like he was grooming me.  I smiled softly and said.

“Thanks brother ape.” I reached and cupped the side of his face and he pressed his face against my palm.  “Never thought I’d see the day, but I don’t think Gabi and I are friends anymore. And it’s for real this time.” Caesar softly grunted as he pointed at the necklace I wore around my neck.  “Yeah, the same Gabi who gave me this, and I gave her one with my name when we both went to Disneyland last summer for our orchestra fieldtrip.”

I sat up as Caesar settled himself close to me, his hand resting on top of my lap as he rested his chin to my shoulder brushing my hair gingerly out of my face.

“I knew she had been acting distant lately, but I’d never thought it was because she was hanging out with Hannah and her cronies. Those girls made our lives hell last year, and now Gabi just up and joins in their little friend group and pretend I don’t exist!? After all we went through! I don’t…..” I felt a couple of tears slip down my face.

I then felt a rough yet gentle leather finger reach up and catch one of my tears.  I sniffled and rubbed my eyes harshly to try and get rid of the tears.

“I’m sorry Caesar, you don’t need all this teenage drama dumped on you.” Caesar softly hooted and signed.

‘Sister was sad, Caesar listened. Talking help?’ I smiled softly.

“Yeah. It did kinda help to talk about it. Can’t really dump this stuff onto gramps, and Uncle Will’s been busier than ever lately. Thank you Caesar.” He smiled at me before jumping off the bed and ran over to grab something.  He came back and placed something into my lap as he hooted softly.  I took the object and saw that it was a miniature handmade bicycle made out of two old toy wheels, some cooper wire, and old silver and green hinges.

I turned the wheels around and marveled at the bike.  It was practically a perfect replica of a real one and he made it with various materials and tools found around up here.  I looked up at Caesar who sat there looking modest.

“Did you make this?” Caesar pondered with his hand to his chin avoiding eye contact for a brief moment before looking at me and opening his mouth panting as he also smiled.  I felt myself smile more as I told him, “You’re a smart yet cheeky ape.” Caesar let out a laugh as I continued, “Maybe you can help me with my science project next eh?” I dug through my backpack and brought out all my books and folders as I showed Caesar what I had learned today in the 6h grade.

As night rolled around a sudden thunderstorm had swept over San Fransisco.  Thank god I already took my bath just an hour before the storm rolled around cause this was probably the worst storm I’ve ever heard.  A loud boom of thunder almost shook the house and I heard the fast paced running of Caesar racing down from the attic, as a flash of lightning struck from my window I suddenly was tackled to my bed and felt a shuddering, furry ape holding onto me while grunting and hooting fearfully.

“It’s okay Caesar, it’ll be okay.”

‘Thunder shake house. Will it be okay?’

“Of course it will. The wind can’t knock down this house, not like the trees outside.”

‘You’re sure?’

“Yes. Here why don’t you sleep with me tonight? I know Uncle Will says you gotta get used to sleeping by yourself when you’re scared but I think tonight he’ll have to learn to make an exception.” Caesar immediately settled himself onto my bed but refused to let go of my hand.

As I got settled in another loud boom of thunder made him shriek as he curled up beside me, his head burying itself into my chest.  I wrapped my arms around him and stroked through his fur in soothing circles.

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m here Caesar. It’s okay.” I softly spoke.  But even with my comforting touch and words, I could still feel him trembling in fear.  I thought long and hard until I remembered our favorite movie together.  Mighty Joe Young, the song they sing in the movie, it always seemed to put him in a good mood and he’d always say that the bond between Joe and Jill was like us.  So I did exactly what Jill did for Joe after he had destroyed his enclosure and sung the lullaby from the movie.

Imba wimbo

Wa upepo

Wakati unajiwa na

Imba wimbo wa upepo

Wakati ndoto tamu

Lala mpaka usiku uisheni

Upepo wa usiku

Wimbo wangu na

Inaendelea

Milele

I looked down and saw that Caesar had now fallen asleep against my chest, his face now clear of any fear that he had before.  I smiled softly and kissed his forehead before whispering.

“Goodnight little brother.” I pulled the covers over the both of us and soon fell fast asleep holding Caesar in my arms.

And as it turned out, the storm from last night ended up carrying into the next morning.  So I knew that everyone would be driving frantically to their next destination (I swear if it’s not sunny weather, people lose their freakin minds!).  As I donned on my raingear and prepared to leave for the bus stop up the road, Caesar came and took my hand signing as he frantically hooted.

‘No go today. Stay here with Caesar!’

“I can’t Caesar. I’ve got a big math test today and I haven’t studied for it. I’ll be fine and so will you.” Caesar began pulling on my arm hard and fearfully but I took his hand and removed his grip from my arm.  “No Caesar! You stay, I go. No following.” I told him as I also signed it to him knowing that I meant it.

Caesar looked at me pitifully but stepped aside and allowed me to go.

“Be good, I’ll see you when I get back from school.” I kissed his head and opened up my umbrella before quickly racing out of the house for the bus stop.

It was a typical Wednesday (besides the weather).  And like I have every Monday, Weds. and Friday it was my favorite elective, Orchestra.  I’ve really come to love music just beyond listening to it.  Through our class whenever we’re not practicing for Districts, we play the most famous film scores like Pink Panther, Jurassic Park, E.T. we’ve even tried a couple of songs from the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

When the bell rang signaling class was over, I packed up my violin and put away the music sheets back onto the table when my teacher Ms. Stanley called out to me.

“Lin, could you stay behind for a moment, I want to talk to you about something.”

“Sure Ms. Stanley, what is it? Am I in trouble?”

“No, no nothing like that. Since you came into my class, I’ve been taking notice of how you play. Most of the students here are in it for an easy grade or just to check something off their elective courses. But when I see you play, you almost seemed enveloped in the music. Like you become one with it.”

“Thanks Ms. Stanley. Growing up I’ve always loved hearing all the best film composers from John Williams to Hans Zimmer, James Horner, Alan Silvestri, James Newton Howard, John Powell, all those guys.”

“Do you know the San Francisco community music center?”

“I know of it but I’ve never been in it. I took lessons from the old rec center that used to be around before they moved buildings a year ago. But they only did up to 10 years old for lessons.”

“Well I happen to have an old college friend who works at the community center. And not only is he the head maestro but he also runs a tour group that goes out every summer to perform for various studios across America. How about you let me recommend you for an audition?”

“Me? Seriously?”

“You’ve got talent in the likes I rarely see in kids your age. Here why don’t you take this brochure and show it to your uncle and have him look at the website for more information. Then once I hear back from my friend I’ll give you the details after class.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll—I’ll do that. Thank you Ms. Stanley.” I said taking the brochure from her hands and feeling my heart just ready to burst out of my chest in excitement.  I heard the warning bell ring and she quickly wrote me a late pass for my next class and I thanked her again as I raced out with a skip in my step.

Once school was over and I ran down the street in the rain I came up the stairs and quickly unlocked the door and came inside shaking off the raindrops from my umbrella and my raincoat.

“I’m home!” Irena soon came in and she greeted me.

“Hello Lin, had a good day?”

“Oh the best. Where’s gramps I gotta tell him something.”

“I’m afraid it’ll have to wait, your grandpa’s having a—bad day right now. I just had to step aside for a moment to calm myself down.”

“Ohh I see. I’m sorry Irena. But we really do appreciate you coming here, even if he has a bad day.” She merely gave me a hesitant nod but I could see it on her face, she was almost at her wits end with grandpa’s episodes.  I went upstairs to see Caesar and right away I was tackled by him the second I came into the attic space.  “Hey buddy glad to see me huh?”

He hooted and playfully we began to wrestle with each other before he had me pinned down and pretended to whack me repeatedly and I let out a few playful grunts before lying ‘dead’.  I heard Caesar’s curious cooing sounds as he paced around me before sniffing me.  That’s when I opened my eyes and blew air in his face which made him jump back as he shrieked and hollered playfully before laughing.

“Yeah, yeah I’d know you’d never hurt me.” He came up and hugged me before signing.

‘Happy?’

“You could say that. Oh Caesar you wouldn’t believe what my orchestra teacher told me.” I went over to Caesar’s bed and sat down and he came up beside me, curiously looking over my shoulder as I dug through my backpack for the brochure.  “This is the San Fransisco community center. It’s about roughly 25-30 minutes from here, they’ve got the best music and arts program in the entire city. My teacher told me she’s got a friend who’s the head Maestro for the Orchestra dept. there. And she said she’d get me an audition for them!”

Caesar hooted excitedly and signed to me.

‘You’ll get in it.’

“Well first we’ll have to see if he even agrees to have me audition. And if I do somehow get it, I can be a part of that orchestra for as long as I want. And I’ll even be able to tour around the country performing for thousands of people!”

‘You go away forever?’

“No, not forever Caesar. Of course I’ll come back, as long as you’re here waiting for me.” I took his hand.  “You’re my brother ape Caesar, I’ll always be there when you need me, just like I know you’ll be there for me.” Caesar let out a pant as he pulled my head towards him and we pressed our foreheads together as a sign of affection, rocking from side to side.

‘I love you Lin.’

“I love you too big guy. Now wanna learn some more sign language. Bet it gets kinda boring learning the same basics with Uncle Will.” I couldn’t help but tease.  Caesar playfully pushed me down onto the bed which made me laugh and Caesar also let out a laugh as well.  I then pulled out my homework and together we got to work practicing the lesson I was given for this week and to ready myself for the next test coming up in a couple of weeks.

Another year passed by and Caesar was now three years old.  As a surprise, we had planned a little birthday celebration for him.  I was in charge of the decorations and the table setting while Uncle Will made the cake stuffed with some of Caesar’s favorite fruits.  To make sure this was kept a surprise, grandpa promised he’d keep Caesar upstairs and entertain him while uncle Will and I got everything ready in the kitchen.

“How’s the cake coming along uncle Will?” I asked as I tied up another balloon and let it go up towards the ceiling.

“Oh pretty good.” I looked up and saw how he was covered in flour and frosting.

“Uhh uncle Will. I think the frosting’s supposed to go on the cake, not on your face.”

“Haha you’re hilarious.” He said sarcastically. “Just having a bit of trouble getting the last of the frosting out. You know how hard it is when you’re trying to get the last bit of toothpaste out, well imagine that but a bigger tube.”

“I thought you said we had enough frosting?”

“We do, it’s just always a bit tricky to get the frosting to come out especially with all these designs you’re making me do.”

“Hey I only suggested one tree but you had to do two of them, plus writing out the message in frosting. I had written on the list to get those eatable letters you can put on cakes.”

“Those are nothing but cheap plastic letters. And their too small, he could choak on them.”

“He’s smart to know not to eat them whole.”

“Whatever, just get back to decorating.” He ordered me.

“Yes sir squadron leader.” I saluted mockingly.

“Don’t get smart. We don’t have much time before Caesar gets restless and Charles can only hold him off for so long.” I nodded and got back to work.

“You think he’ll like my gift to him?”

“There’s no doubt about that. You’ve been working on it for months now practicing day and night.”

“Yeah, but……”

“Hey, no buts. He’ll love it, he loves it when you play your violin and knowing that you’ve been practicing his favorite score piece, he’s gonna love it.” I smiled softly as I finished setting up the table and Uncle Will finally brought over the cake.  “Okay, all that’s left is the candles and the guest of honor himself.”

“Should I go get them?”

“Be my guest.” He said as we both left the kitchen.  I headed up for the attic and saw both Caesar and grandpa sitting on the bed reading Julius Caesar.

“Sorry for interrupting but we’re ready.” Caesar looked at my with a head tilt as he hooted in confusion.  “We’ve got a surprise for you downstairs Caesar.” At that word, he began to hoot and shriek excitedly as he bounded over towards me.  “Okay, okay easy Caesar. Steady. First you’re gonna have to close your eyes.” He let out a whine but I told him, “don’t play that card on me. What good is a surprise if you just go down and see it? Now close your eyes.”

“C’mon Caesar, just play along with her.” Grandpa encouraged him as he came up and took his hand.  Caesar then climbed up into grandpa’s arms and closed his eyes as we both climbed down the stairs.  “Keep them closed, we’re almost there.” Grandpa told him, “No peeking.” Caesar hooted and started to bounce in grandpa’s arms until we finally came to the kitchen and I said.

“Okay, open them.” When Caesar removed his hand from his eyes, they grew wide at all the decorations as we all cried out.

“Surprise!” He let out some excited shrieks as he hopped out of grandpa’s arms and came over to the table and admired everything.  He first went over to uncle Will and hugged him.

“You’re welcome pal, happy birthday.” Caesar then came over to me and we hugged each other.

“Surprised you didn’t we?” Caesar let out a few excited pants as he smiled happily.

“Alright, here we go.” Uncle Will soon lit the candles as we all sat down around the table and we sang happy birthday to Caesar.  He was so happy as he looked at each of us and swayed in his seat before he blew out his candles by the end of the song.  We clapped and uncle Will began cutting the cake for each of us to eat.

Pictures were taken, laughs were had, and Caesar rejoiced at the new presents he got from grandpa and uncle Will.  Then the time came for me to give Caesar my gift.  I grabbed my violin and tuned it up before telling Caesar.

“Hey Caesar, come into the living room real quick.” Soon he, uncle Will and grandpa came in and Caesar and grandpa took a seat on the couch, uncle Will stood at the doorway between the living room and the kitchen with a video camera in hand.  “Uncle Will turn it off!” I cried out.

“It is off.”

“No it’s not why’s the red light on?”

“It’s the off light.” I looked at him annoyed. “Just go pretend I’m not doing anything.” I let out a groan but turned to Caesar and said.

“This is for you buddy, happy birthday.” I took a deep breath before exhaling as I held my violin to my shoulder and placed the bow along the strings.  I heard the song in my head and readied my fingers on the notes that needed to be played and soon the famed score for “E.T’s flying theme” began echoing through the living room.

Caesar let out a few excited pants and shrieks as he clapped before settling down and watched me in awe as I continued to play his favorite John Williams score.  Closing my eyes I felt myself enwrapped in the music as I could feel myself flying in the sky much like E.T and Elliot did on their bike.

Even though it was just me and my violin playing, no brass instruments or accompanying strings, I still gave as much emotion into this performance as I would if I had a whole orchestra with me.  Once I got to the end and finished the final notes, all went quiet before I heard the three person applause.

“Oh brava, bravo!” grandpa cheered.  I opened my eyes and bowed before Caesar came up and hugged me.  I set my violin down and hugged him back.

“Did you like it?”

‘Loved it! Caesar very happy! Thank you Lin.’ He signed as he hooted excitedly.

“You’re welcome little brother. Happy birthday.” I hugged him back and rocked him back and forth as I saw Uncle Will shut the camera off and he gave me a knowing smirk before winking at me.

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no one asked me for this but fuck it this fandom deserves more

Characters; Eve Louise

Notes:I don't own visual prison or it's characters they belong to their respective owners

Warnings:fluff, blood mentions,Carmilla being Carmilla

Type: Star Candy cream soda

O☆Z Relationship Headcanons Part 3. Eve

Please love this angel of a vampire he deserves it no matter how much he denies it

Boy loves seeing you smile but won't hesitate to stop you if he thinks something is a bad idea

Eve likely met you before his own turning or afterwards

Guil let you stay because you seemed to understand what was happening when a certain vampire princess came out to say hello one night and you made Eve happy as well

speaking of her I'd wager Carmilla is the one who actually turned you to start with,

Eve once he realized what happened would always keep you close

Eve is very supportive of you and encourages you in doing the things you like even if it's something simple

He almost never feeds on you but he will let you feed from him if that's what you need

Eve will you do it from his neck or shoulder usually but he when does feed from you he prefers doing it in a place that won't hurt you too much he might go for your hand

While it isn't always necessary he likes to feed you, he knows all the recipes to your favorite foods

Eve will cuddle you if you allow it but it's rare that he'll go to you himself

Kisses between you are soft and gentle, almost feather light

Once in a while you have to deal with Carmilla teasing you and playing her games

She finds you quite adorable and is rather happy Eve found you shed tell you as much before she is fed the mayonnaise to put her back to sleep

Ange thinks you're nice and is happy you're around to keep the peace with Eve

Guil is glad you're there to help with the shenanigans that he and Eve normally deal with

Robin thinks Eve and you are a cute couple and will sometimes take photos of you guys with tons of cute emojis

Pannya likes cuddling you

Eve might be a bit overprotective but he is genuinely happy to have met you and loves you more than anything in the world

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could I request a child reader who goes looking for any god/human of your choice from ROR after she has a nightmare? just her waddling around with sniffles while she clenched her toy to her chest 🥺🥺

We shall use my own nightmares from when I was a child, after watching a certain movie back in the 90’s about a certain murderous clown. The photos all belong to their respective owners.

-A nightmare you had been having didn’t seem to want to leave you alone, after you were accidentally shown a scary movie by Ares, who is still in the doghouse for it.

-Ares thought the movie wasn’t going to be scary! There was a clown on the cover of the movie case holding red balloons, he thought it was going to be a funny movie!!

-The others have tried to help you, using sleep therapy, nightlights, and Thor even stood guard outside your door one night until you fell asleep, to make sure the scary clown didn’t come to take you away.

-It was well past midnight again when you tiptoed out of your bedroom, fat tears rolling down your cheeks before you made a beeline to the room of the person you know would keep you safe!

-Lu Bu- He awoke instantly, hearing his bedroom door open, but calmed when he heard your tiny footsteps and lifted his head, seeing you holding your stuffed tiger(?) in your arms, silent tears falling. Your plush was something he had attempted to make for you, as the tiger would eat the clown if he came into your room, but it looked very rough when he was done with it. However, when your eye lit up, squealing at the adorable plush, he couldn’t help but smile at you while glaring at the others who teased him for the crudely made toy. Without a word, he lifted the blankets to his bed and you scrambled in and immediately glued yourself to his arm, a soft sigh escaping you. He said nothing, as you were only four, but you spoke up, “Will you keep the clown away?” he nodded softly, “If he comes in here I’ll throw him out the window.” Your giggles filled the air for the moment before slowly your sniffle subside and your breathing evened out before he slowly nodded off as well, smiling that you came to him.

-Shiva- He snorted awake, feeling someone tugging on the blankets and he lifted his head from his pillow, as he had been sleeping on his belly, a bit delirious, before you saw you standing beside his bed, holding your elephant plush he had gotten for you, crying. His arms on his left instantly pulled you up onto the bed and into his chest as he rolled over, hugging you tightly, one arm rubbing your back gently, “Did the clown try to get you again?” you nodded into his chest, staying silent and he hummed quietly, trying to calm you down. He pulled the blankets back up over the two of you and spoke, “Don’t worry, he won’t get you while you’re in here. He wouldn’t dare!” he heard your tears subside as he stroked your back more and soon the both of you fell back asleep.

-Loki- As soon as his door open, he knew that it was you and he lifted his blanket, inviting you in as you quickly trotted over and crawled up into his bed, crawling into his arms, still hugging you wolf plush that Loki had gifted to you when these nightmares first started. He rolled to his back, letting you lay down on top of him as he stroked your back, listening to your tears as he spoke softly, his voice sleep filled, “S’okay, that stupid clown won’t come in here. He knows he can’t handle me.” you nodded in his chest, agreeing with him, which made him grin before he rolled, holding you in his arms, cuddling you while trying not to squeal that you had come to him instead of anyone else, his feet kicking in delight, trying not to disturb you as you quickly nodded off, feeling safe in his arms.

-Poseidon- He was still up, working at his desk, having not been paying attention to the time. When his door opened and you peeked in, holding your whale plush he had given to you for your last birthday, he froze. He looked at the clock and stood instantly, “Y/N, what are you doing up?” he approached as you entered and he saw the tears and instantly sighed softly, kneeling before you and gathering you into his arms. He held you as he walked towards his bed, soothing your tears as you sniffled, telling him that the clown came back again. He sat you on his bed and turned back to his desk to go and grab his trident, returning to your side and placed the trident beside the bed. Poseidon crawled into the bed, after pulling the covers back and allowed you to cuddle into his arms and you saw the trident which made him smile, “He’ll think twice about coming in here.” You beamed up at him and he wiped the remaining tears away from your cheeks and turned off the lights so the two of you could go to sleep.

-Hercules- He nearly leapt up when someone tugged on his blankets, sitting up quickly and saw you standing there, holding your giant lion plush that was as big as you, something Hercules got for you to protect you from your nightmares. You sniffled loudly, looking pitiful as more tears slipped down your cheeks and he shushed you softly, instantly pulling you up into his arms, “No tears Y/N, he can’t get you here. I’ll smack him with my club if he does.” Your giggles made him relax as he leaned back into his pillows, holding you carefully, so he wouldn’t squish you as he continued to sooth you. Once your tears and sniffles had stopped, he laid you beside him with his hand on your tummy, so you could feel him, “Y/N, can I ask why you came to me and not Brunnhilde or Eve?” you beam up at him, your eyes blinking as you were nodding off, “You’re the strongest! I know you’ll keep the bad clown away.” His smile lit up the room as he beamed, patting your tummy until you nodded off.

-Odin- When his door opened with no knock, he knew immediately it was you, as you were the only one that he allowed to enter his quarters without knocking. Your footsteps quickly crossed the room and his arm reached out, hanging off of the bed. His hand grabbed the back of your pajamas and pulled you up onto the bed and you quickly crawled over into the crook of his open arm and chest, cuddling into him, your hand gripping his shirt. He looked down, seeing your trembling figure, seeing the raven plush that Brunnhilde got you for you, as you wanted to match with Papa Odin. His arm closed around you, pulling you close, hugging you to his chest, rubbing your back gently, but remained silent. Once your trembling ebbed and your tears stopped, he patted your back gently, silently telling you to lay down which you did, and he rolled to his side. You smiled up at him and he returned it, rubbing a stray tear from your cheek before you spoke, “You’ll keep the scary clown away, right Papa Odin?” he chuckled softly but nodded, giving you a promise to keep the clown away before telling you to go to sleep.

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𝑽𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑱𝑶𝑬𝒀 𝑱𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑶𝑵

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Catching Out: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Summary: Spencer has his suspicions about your parents but you refuse to even listen to him. There is nothing going on with your parents... right? No, they’re normal parents that are just overprotective of you. Spencer is just being paranoid.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: So, I know in previous episodes I had mentioned the reader's birthday is in February, but I forgot that when I wrote this episode. I have decided to change it to April since I've also based some other episodes around her birthday being in April. So, from now on, the reader's birthday is now in April.

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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As it turns out, all the big farms set up housing camps for the workers during harvest. However, these camps are partly subsidized by the state, so they require ID and a strict sign-in policy, giving you a way to track migrants. Penelope called the camps and asked for their sign-in lists, and now all you have to do is cross-reference to your unsub.

While you've been busy with the newest murder, Derek and Rossi tried to figure out the first house that the unsub hit, and they came up with a woman named Mildred, his first murder. Why did it start with her? Why is she so special? Mildred Younce was sixty-eight at the time of her death. She lived by herself, making her an easy target for the unsub. She was killed in her bed just like the others, but there were no signs of a break-in.

Rossi and Derek can't come up with a suspect because they found seventeen different prints inside the house. Most of them belonged to transients since she was known to offer food in exchange for work around the house.

However, right outside her house are train tracks as well as another place where homeless people stay. They'd draw symbols around their camps that would signify if the water around there is clean to drink, whose houses were safe to go to, etc.

Rossi and Derek found those same symbols around Mildred's house, which is what the unsub used to determine if her house was safe or not. You don't think he's staking out properties for days at a time. He's using these symbols to pick out the vulnerable houses.

You walk outside to give yourself a break from seeing the deaths of the couple over and over again. Hotch is out there on the phone with JJ.

"Hey, I got an update from headquarters. Rossi and Morgan are on their way to that farm in Tehachapi. I found a representative from the local housing authority, Cesar Jimenez. He's expecting you. The press release went out to the media with a photo from the pawn shop, and I'm waiting to hear back from Garcia about tracking migrants who may have traveled the same route as our unsub."

"JJ, what are we going to do without you when you go on maternity leave?" Hotch chuckles.

"You think I'd just leave you hanging?"

"Does that mean you have a plan?"

"I don't know. You'll see."

Hotch hangs up with a smile, and you approach him from behind.

"She's irreplaceable, you know."

"I know."

The farm where Cesar Jimenez is packed with workers in and out of the field. A small truck passes by with four people in the bed of the truck. They look at you, but they don't say a word. Cesar meets you halfway and shakes hands with Hotch.

"I'm Agent Hotchner."

"Cesar from the housing authority."

"These are agents Prentiss, Y/N, and Reid. Thank you for meeting us here."

"Does this man look familiar to you?" Emily asks, showing him a picture of the man in the security footage.

"It's kind of hard to tell."

"Have you had any complaints in the camps? This man would show disruptive behavior. He might be stealing things from other workers or starting fights, and he sniffs chemicals to get high."

"Well, our facilities have a zero-tolerance policy. No drinking, no drugs, and certainly no violence. Anyone who cannot follow these rules would be kicked out."

"Have you kicked anyone out recently?" you ask.

"More than I'd like to. The camps in this area are at full capacity. We have to turn people away."

"Thank you." You four step off to the side to speak privately. "If he's pawning the jewelry he's stealing to get money, why is he still working in the fields?"

"Here's another question: Why is he circling the farm towns at all? What's keeping him here? Or, who? It could be a family member that he wants to watch over."

"It's a possibility."

Your phone rings, and you answer Penelope's call. You place her on speakerphone.

"Okay, mini-lesson. Migrants travel and work in these groups and the groups are called Cuadrillas. Now, I have found one such Cuadrilla that was in Chico at the same time as our unsub. Then, I checked the other towns, and they were in Sacramento, Modesto, and Vacaville at the same time as our unsub as well."

"What about the first town?"

"I got employment records from the apple farm in Tehachapi. This Cuadrilla last worked there two days before Mildred Younce was killed. Now, here's the whammy. A man named Armando Salinas checked in with this group in Tehachapi. Then, he falls off the map. There's no sign of him in any of the camps."

"Interesting."

"Double whammy," Penelope says. "Customs and immigration have a rap sheet on him for theft and assault, and he's wanted in connection to some burglaries."

"There's the record we've been looking for," Spencer says.

"Man, I am on a roll. Triple whammy! His fingerprints were one of the seventeen found at Mildred Younce's house."

"Get us his photo and get JJ to get it out to the media. We're going to need the public's help," Hotch says.

"I'm sending you his mug. The group that he's been following checked into Lockeford early this morning. That's not far from you."

Cesar knows exactly where this group is, and is familiar with them. He's the best chance you have of finding this person. If he can calm the locals, then you might be able to get them on your side. They're not going to like that the FBI is here, but that's why you have Cesar. You reach the camp in no time, and they are on high alert.

Cesar begins to speak to them in Spanish.

"Good evening. Sorry to disturb you. I am with the Farm Workers Council. These officers here have a few questions for you."

Almost immediately, people began to fear you. Some of them even run away from the group, and Hotch orders the officers not to chase after them. You're not here for them.

"We're sorry to interrupt your evening, but we've come here because we need your help."

Cesar translates whatever Hotch says to them. Cesar explains what is going on, and Emily passes out the picture of the man you're looking for. There is one man that can't seem to look Emily in the eyes, and he doesn't look at the picture in her hands.

She says something to him in Spanish, and he nods shamefully.

"It's his brother," Emily reveals.

The man, Ruben Garcia, is taken back to headquarters so that you can gain more information on his brother. He isn't too happy to be doing this, but it looks like he isn't surprised. He might not know what he is doing exactly, but you know he knows something about his brother's escapades.

"When was the last time you spoke to your brother?" Emily asks in Spanish.

"A few months ago in Tehachapi."

"Do you know that he's been following you?"

"Yes. He calls me from time to time. He likes to know where I'm going," Ruben says in English.

"Why does he have to follow you? Why isn't he with you anymore?" you ask knowing he can speak and understand English well.

"He's not a good worker. He got us fired from a big job. My Cuadrilla wanted him gone."

"So, you kicked him out?"

"Sí."

"Your brother has been following you ever since, burglarizing homes and killing people in every city."

The look Ruben has can be chalked up to one word: horrified.

"Is that where he gets the money from?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's been leaving me money at the camps."

"Does he know you're in Lockeford right now?"

"I found this at the camp today."

Ruben takes out a white envelope full of cash. Armando is here. This is your only chance to get at him before he goes to a different city.

"Would you excuse us?" You and Emily leave the room and join Spencer outside. "The killings started in Tehachapi. I think his brother rejecting him must have been a stressor."

"Morgan and Rossi made it there, and they're with rail security. Hotch and Liman are patrolling neighborhoods."

"Okay, we need to get these guys going." Emily clears her throat and addresses the entire room filled with officers. "Excuse me! Could we have your attention, please? This is Armando Ruis Salinas." You start to pass out his photo to everyone. "He is thirty-eight years old and a Mexican national. We believe he is currently in the vicinity of Lockeford and its outlying towns."

"He'll only target homes within a mile of train tracks. You'll be assigned search quadrants. Think the way a burglar would. Pay close attention to houses that have no exterior lights on, no security alarm signs, and no barking dogs nearby. Let's go."

All of the officers leave to do their job, but you and Spencer stay behind with Emily to talk to Ruben some more.

"Are you surprised the police are looking for him?"

"He's my half-brother. I wasn't around for him when he was young. He's been in trouble all his life, even being in jail in Mexico. I thought if he came to work with me, he would change. I'm grateful to work, but Armando hated work. Hated the camps. He always complained that he never had a nice bed to sleep on. When he was a kid, he slept on the floor. In jail, he slept on the floor. All he ever talked about was having a house of his own... a bed to sleep on."

It's clear he needs time to process what's going on, so you leave him alone to think. You don't know what he'd do if his brother is killed, and unfortunately, that exactly happens. Derek and Hotch found him in the freight yard trying to escape, but Derek ended up catching him.

Armando died trying to escape, and Ruben breaks down in tears at the news.

This isn't one of those cases you want to remember.

It's hard to forget something like this, so when you arrive back at the BAU, you try your damndest to think about something positive, like Spencer's birthday.

"Do any of you have plans for tonight?" Spencer asks.

"We do. Your birthday is tomorrow, baby. I have something planned for the two of us. We're celebrating."

"You're on your own, kid," Derek chuckles.

After grabbing your things, you head to the elevator with the rest of your team. JJ stops you before you can get on, and you look at the woman to her right.

"Before you leave, I wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Agent Jordan Todd. She'll be taking over for me while I'm on maternity leave."

"Agent Jareau has told me so much about you all. You must be Agent Prentiss."

"Yes, nice to meet you," Emily grins and shakes her hand.

"Hello, Dr. Reid and Agent Y/N. Agent Morgan. It's nice to see you again," she grins.

She must be the woman Derek met before at the cafe.

"Nice to see you, too. So, this must be the good news."

"This would be my brownie."

"Have you two met?" JJ asks.

"Briefly."

"Well, Agent Todd comes to us from seven years at counter-terrorism."

"I'm looking forward to working with the Behavioral Analysis Unit."

"We're starting her training now."

"Wait, right now?"

"We're kind of running out of time," JJ smiles and pats her big stomach. "Let me introduce you to the rest of the team."

"I'll see you in the field... team," Jordan grins.

She and JJ leave, and you're free to return to your own lives. You and Spencer head to your car, but before Spencer can get into the passenger seat, you toss him your keys.

"You're driving." Spencer doesn't drive often, so when he does, he takes joy in it. He doesn't like it, but he doesn't mind once in a while. "We're not going home."

"Where are we going?"

Spencer stops at a red light and looks at you in confusion. You lean over and place your lips to his neck, and he stiffens up. He grips the steering wheel tightly, refusing to let his feelings get in the way of his driving. You kiss his neck slowly while sliding your hand across his thigh. You can feel him tense under your touch, but that doesn't stop you.

You nip at his sensitive spot before licking up to the shell of his ear. You bite his ear gently, and he strangles out a moan.

"I got us a hotel for the weekend," you whisper. "I don't plan on leaving the bed with you at all. I have your real present later, but right now, all you have to worry about is getting me naked."

All reasonable thought has left Spencer's mind. He closes his eyes for two seconds, and the car behind him honks. His eyes fly open to see the light is green. You giggle and return to your seat, but your hand doesn't leave his thigh.

This is going to be one helluva weekend.

"Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea, and the East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be." - Gerald Gould

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Me: *Randomly watch some genshin impact videos even though I don't play it because i have no patience for the game to get uploaded on my phone*

Me: *look at the fatui Harbinger* Why in the name of the holy Frogs they names are like this *point at Pantalone and Dottore* really who the frog name they Children, Pantalone and Dottore?! (Trousers and Doctor) Omg- 🤣🤣🤣

The Fatui Harbinger be like:

Pierro

〈pieró〉 (or Pierrot) sm, fr. [der. of the name Pierre «Peter»; owner «Pierino»]. – Character from Italian comedy in France, who originally represented the type of the foolish servant, who then moved on to French pantomime, where he gradually took on the character of a pathetic and unlucky lover.

Il dottore

(Unfortunately I can't post more than 10 photos so take this gif of Mr Bean 🙃, you guys can always look for it)

Balanzone, also known as Doctor Balanzone (Dutåur Balanzån in Bolognese), is a mask of Bolognese origin. He belongs to the ranks of the "old men" of commedia dell'arte, sometimes called Doctor Graziano or simply the Doctor.

Native of Bologna, he is the classic "serious", pedantic and presumptuous character. He is a doctor of law: he is in fact the caricature of the learned and pompous Bolognese lawyer. Its very name proves it, in fact Balanzone derives from the Bolognese balanzån, meaning balance, scales, meaning the symbol of the Law. A man with big red cheeks, he has a big belly and usually gesticulates a lot. He wears a small mask that covers only his eyebrows and nose, resting on two large moustaches. His costume represents the dress of the professors of the University of Bologna: black toga, white collar and cuffs, large Bolognese hat, black jacket and cloak. Fussy, quibbling, he finds every little excuse to start one of his endless meaningless speeches. Always ready to boast of his titles, he says he knows every field of human science: right and law first of all, but also history, astrology, philosophy; he talks about these topics in a boring and long-winded way, mixing them into an inextricable tangle. He enjoys a lot of respect among the other masks who often turn to him for legal advice: he does not deny his help but always takes the opportunity to do the thing he likes most: speaking and giving opinions of no value.

Columbina (Colombina)

Colombina is a Venetian mask from the commedia dell'arte, often the object of attention from her master Pantalone and the cause of Harlequin's jealousy.

The only female mask to stand out among so many male characters is Colombina, a lively and clever servant girl. She's lively, pretty, a liar and is from Venice. She is very fond of her equally young and pretty lady, Rosaura, and in order to make her happy she is willing to commit scam after scam.

Arlecchino

Arlecchino (in Bergamo dialect Arlechì) is a Bergamo mask from the commedia dell'arte.

Identified by his colored lozenge costume, his role is usually that of a carefree and cheerful, but also cunning servant, who acts to thwart the plans of his master Pantalone, in cahoots with his friend Brighella, and to pursue his interest loving, Colombina, with wit and resourcefulness. These characteristics make him assimilate to the typical role of the trickster.

(I'm pretty sure that i made a doll of him when i was in elementary school)

Pulcinella

Pulcinella (derived from Puccio d'Aniello, in Neapolitan: Pulecenella) is a Neapolitan mask of the commedia dell'arte.

Pulcinella embodies the Neapolitan plebs, the simplest man, the one who occupies the last place on the social ladder, the man who, despite being aware of his problems, always manages to come out of them with a smile. He is called to represent the soul of the people and their primitive instincts, he almost always appears in contradiction, so much so that he does not have fixed traits: he is rich or poor, he adapts to do all jobs in addition to being a faithful servant, here he is a baker, innkeeper, farmer, thief and seller of miraculous concoctions, he is either arrogant or cowardly, and sometimes presents both traits at the same time by making fun of the powerful. The quality that best distinguishes Pulcinella is his cunning, and it is precisely with his proverbial cunning that he manages to find the ability to solve the most disparate problems that arise before him, but always in favor of the weakest to the detriment of the powerful. Another famous characteristic of his is that of never being able to keep quiet and this is where the expression “pulcinella's secret” comes from, i.e. something that everyone knows. Pulcinella represents a character who has acquired within himself all the symbols and meanings of the popular and peasant world and has brought to all the scenes of Italian theaters, and beyond, a repertoire rich in movements, gestures, acrobatics, typical dances and rituals of the Neapolitan gestural code. In fact, they accompany him on the theater and carnival scenes: the broom, the horn, the cowbells, elements which for the Neapolitans have a propitiatory value and an antidote against the evil eye and jinx.

Scaramouche

Scaramuccia is a mask from the commedia dell'arte, derived from the Captain: boastful and boastful, he dressed in black according to the uniform of the Spaniards stationed in Naples. In truth, however, the mask was born in Naples with the name Scaramuzza, taking on the form Scaramuccia (Tuscan) in the eighteenth century.

(Oh and there is also a film that its called Scaramouche but it doesn't has nothing to do with the mask i think-)

Sandrone

Sandrone (Sandróun in Modenese) is the traditional mask of the city of Modena.

Sandrone represents the peasant of the past, rough, but smart and shrewd. He is the spokesperson of the most humble and mistreated people, and always looking for stratagems to make ends meet.

La signora

No mask found, but translated into English means The lady

Pantalone

Pantalone (in Venetian Pantalón) is a Venetian mask and a character from the commedia dell'arte.

Pantalone initially appears as a vicious old man who undermines the young lovers, the courtesans, more often the servants of the comedy.

represents the typical old, stingy and lustful merchant: his very name is the one typically imposed on the males of the wealthy families of the Serenissima.

Tartaglia

Tartaglia is a mask of the commedia dell'arte, born in Genoa at the beginning of the 1600s. It is similar to that of the doctor, from which it derives.

His main characteristic (hence the name) is stuttering.

Il capitano

The captain is one of the oldest masks of commedia dell'arte.

Reborn in other forms in the Italian theater of the 1500s, he sometimes personified the noble and imaginative soldier or the vainglorious braggart who boasted of titles he did not possess and of deeds never accomplished: in both cases he actually poorly concealed the terror of having to face a battle or a duel, contrary to what he continually stated in words.

Like they are almost all (-La signora) Italian masks for comedies?! I can't take them seriously anymore 🤣🤣🤣

I don't think that they the personalities match those of the masks but idk anything about them soo~ i could be wrong ^^

If you guys are interested in the Lore of the masks you can just look for them or ask me questions about them if i reamber something

Oh and I used the Google translator because I feel lazy right now

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My theory about Harvey

My theory is that Harvey is immortal, maybe even the first immortal.

We know Harvey is older than most of the characters. We see them in RL: Paradise, which is implied to happen around 1796 and Harvey is still alive in the Winter of 1981 in CE: Seasons, 185 years later. And even when we stab them in the Fall of 1971, their legs are still moving if we look in the cage, which could be interpreted as they are still alive, even after being stabbed.

We have seen Harvey in an anthropomorphic bird-person form in the secret scene from CE: Birthday, in addition to their normal parrot form. Of the other anthro animal people we've seen, the only ones we know to have multiple forms at the same time are Mr. Owl and Mr. Crow (Who, as a side note, are also birds). And while we have never explicitly seen Harvey change on screen like we have with Mr. Crow and Mr. Owl, we saw Harvey in their anthro form and then right after flying away in bird form. Perhaps they were originally a bird who was given immortality like Dog but since they are older than Dog they have since learned to change form the same way Mr. Crow and Mr. Owl have. Another possibility is that Harvey was originally human but as they are older than Mr. Owl and Mr. Crow, they are able to take a fully animal form and we just have yet to see their human form. Also, we see a silhouette that looks an awful lot like Harvey in secret photos in the Underground Blossom Demo which implies that A, we are playing as Harvey again B, Harvey is not stuck in their fully bird form. Also, C, Harvey has been there for Laura since was a baby and that makes me happy.

Additionally, a few of the games (CE: Seasons, The Lake, Arles & Case 23) have four-digit codes that start with 14; 1487, 1422, 1458 and 1421, respectively. While this could be a coincidence or an idea the devs had but later dropped, I find it interesting. Nothing in-game links these numbers to Harvey, but it doesn't feel accidental that four different codes start with 14. My theory is that Harvey was born in the 1400s or just before and those years are important dates in their life. This is wild speculation but possibly after Underground Blossom, we will get a game set in the 1400s about Harvey and their history and how they became an immortal parrot. We know Harvey is a lover of music seeing as they are attracted when playing music in both CE: Seasons and CE: Paradox. The 1400s were part of the Renaissance. Perhaps Harvey was a Renaissance-era musician or belonged to one. If Harvey was originally a bird, perhaps they were used as a test subject by his owner, like Dog was by James.

Side notes: The three paintings in CE: Case 23 in Chapter 3 are Renaissance paintings, though all were painted in the 1500s. Not sure if that's relevant. Also in CE: The Mill, we see that the chapel, in which Case 23 Chapter 3 takes place, was built in 1384. It isn't in the 1400s but it's close so I am mentioning it.

Bonus: On the RL Wiki, it says Harvey's sex is "Male (Anthro Form) Female (Bird Form)". Therefore Harvey is not cis. My vote is non-binary since all the other anthro animals are called Mr. or Mrs. or Ms. but Harvey is called Harvey. I support trans rights. I also support trans wrongs (Murdering hotel guests and giving the meat to the hotel chef to serve to the remaining guests.)

In conclusion, I think Harvey is a non-binary immortal murderer from the 1400s who loves music and deserves their own game.

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Wisps of Obsession Ⅸ

Summary:

Legend said on a night with a full moon along with a lit candle you could call on anyone. I didn’t know if I believed that back then but now I know for sure it’s true. He shows up on a full moon night just to stake his claim before the shadows call him home.

Willow.

A name etched into my essence with his bare hands..

Pairing: Jeff Hardy/Willow the Wisp x Nyx Gordan (Black OC)

Author’s Note: This one is a dark romance with Jeff’s alter, Willow the Wisp. Apparently he’s bringing it back so that will be. I love psychological thrillers so much of this is focused on that aspect. Hopefully I will do it justice. Very excited for this!

Warnings: None.

Disclaimers: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

The sun was setting when Nyx pulled into the driveway of her mother’s modest home. The sight of the small, whitewashed house with its neatly trimmed hedges and wind chime swaying in the breeze brought a fleeting sense of comfort. For the first time in days, the tension in her chest loosened, though only slightly.

Her mother opened the door before Nyx could knock, her warm but discerning eyes immediately scanning her daughter’s face. “You look tired,” she said, pulling Nyx into a firm hug.

“Long week,” Nyx replied, her voice strained. She didn’t elaborate, unwilling to burden her mother with the chaos that had taken over her life.

Inside, the living room was as comforting as she remembered. The faint scent of cinnamon lingered in the air, and family photos lined the walls. Her mother’s Bible sat open on the coffee table, a pair of reading glasses resting on its pages.

“Sit down, love. I’ll make some tea,” her mother said, disappearing into the kitchen. Nyx obeyed, sinking into the familiar plush couch. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the calm wash over her.

“How’s work?” her mother asked as she returned with two steaming mugs. Her tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of concern.

“Busy. Same old stuff,” Nyx said, taking a sip of the tea. The warmth was soothing, but it didn’t stop her hands from trembling slightly. She placed the mug on the table, hoping her mother wouldn’t notice.

Of course, she did. “Baby, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Nyx lied, forcing a smile. “Just tired, like I said.”

Her mother studied her carefully, her sharp eyes missing nothing. “You’ve got a heaviness about you,” she said softly. “Something’s weighing on you, isn’t it?”

Nyx hesitated, her throat tightening. The urge to spill everything surged, but she swallowed it down. “It’s nothing I can’t handle,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her mother reached out, placing a hand over Nyx’s. “You don’t have to carry everything alone,” she said gently. “Whatever it is, give it to God. Let Him help you.”

Nyx’s chest tightened. She nodded, unable to speak, and watched as her mother closed her eyes and began to pray. The words were quiet but fervent, filled with love and faith.

As the prayer went on, Nyx felt an unexpected warmth settle over her. It wasn’t the tea or the comfort of home—it was something deeper, something that pushed against the cold shadow Willow had left in her life. For the first time in days, she felt like she could breathe.

☂︎

Back at her apartment that night, Nyx found the warmth from her mother’s prayers lingering like a protective shield. She hung her coat by the door, her movements slower than usual. The pouch from the metaphysical shop swung faintly above the doorframe, the threads glinting in the dim light.

The journal lay untouched on the coffee table, but her gaze was drawn to it, nonetheless. The scent of burning cedar had faded, leaving the room feeling lighter, almost ordinary. She sat on the couch, her fingers brushing against the journal’s worn cover.

Before she could open it, a sharp chill swept through the apartment, and the shadows in the corners deepened. The warmth she’d carried from her mother’s home wavered, replaced by a familiar heaviness that settled over her like a shroud.

“You went to her,” Willow’s voice cut through the silence, low and edged with irritation. His figure emerged from the shadows near the window, his presence commanding and immediate.

Nyx stood, her pulse quickening. “Why do you care?” she shot back, her voice steadier than she felt. “She’s my mother.”

Willow’s eyes narrowed, his expression a mixture of annoyance and something darker. “Her prayers… they push me back,” he admitted, his voice carrying an almost reluctant weight. “They make it harder to reach you. To stay with you.”

Nyx crossed her arms, standing her ground. “Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe I don’t want you here. I want you gone.”

His smirk faltered, but only for a moment. He stepped closer, the light in the room dimming as if drawn into his form. “You say that,” he murmured, his voice like velvet, “but we both know you called me. You willingly invited me. Deep down you wanted this. And no amount of whispered words can erase that bond.”

“Why can you even be here?” Nyx snapped, her voice rising. “It’s not a full moon. You’re supposed to have limits, right? Rules?”

Willow tilted his head, the corner of his mouth curving into a sardonic smile. “Limits?” he repeated. “The rules are malleable. The stronger the connection, the fewer the boundaries. And you,” he leaned closer, his gaze piercing, “have strengthened it more than you realize.”

Nyx’s chest tightened, but she forced herself not to back away. “You’re feeding on me, aren’t you?” she said, her voice cutting through the tension. “On my fear. My anger.”

His smile grew colder, more calculated. “Fear. Anger. Desire. They’re all the same, Nyx. They all come from the same place.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over her, heavy and knowing. “You think you’re resisting me, but every time you push back, you pull me closer.”

“I’ll find a way to break this,” she said, her voice trembling but resolute. “You can’t control me.”

Willow chuckled softly, the sound dark and rich. “Control?” he echoed. “This isn’t about control, Nyx. It’s about connection. And no matter how much you fight it, you can’t deny what’s already there.”

The room seemed to shudder as his words settled over her. Nyx clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. “Get out,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Willow stepped back, his form melting into the shadows once more. “You’ll see, Nyx,” he murmured as he disappeared. “You’ll see.”

The apartment fell into silence, the air heavy and still. Nyx sank onto the couch, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself together. She glanced at the journal, its presence almost taunting, but she couldn’t bring herself to touch it. Instead, she buried her face in her hands, the weight of Willow’s words pressing down on her like a storm she couldn’t escape.

☂︎

The day after her confrontation with Willow passed in a blur. Nyx buried herself in her work, trying to ignore the unease that lingered like a shadow in her mind. Customers came and went, their idle chatter blending with the hum of the fluorescent lights, but her thoughts remained far from the craft store aisles. Even as she smiled and exchanged pleasantries, the weight of Willow’s words pressed on her chest.

By the time her shift ended, exhaustion had settled into her bones. The drive home was quiet, the rhythmic sweep of her windshield wipers doing little to calm her fraying nerves. She parked outside her apartment and sat in the car for a moment, staring at the faint glow of her living room window. For once, the thought of stepping inside didn’t bring relief—it felt like crossing into enemy territory.

Inside, she tossed her bag onto the couch and headed straight for the kitchen. The wine bottle from the night before was still on the counter, its contents dwindling. She poured herself a glass and sipped it slowly, letting the warmth spread through her chest. After the day she’d had, she needed more than wine to unwind.

The idea of a hot bath struck her like a beacon of hope. Grabbing a towel from the hall closet, she filled the tub, watching as steam curled into the air and the scent of lavender bath salts filled the room. She slipped into the water with a sigh, the heat melting away the tension in her muscles.

For the first time all day, she felt something close to peace. The quiet hum of the water and the faint flicker of candlelight wrapped around her like a cocoon. But it didn’t last.

A prickle of awareness crept over her, starting at the nape of her neck and spreading down her spine. She sat up sharply, the water sloshing against the sides of the tub. Her gaze darted around the room, but nothing seemed out of place. Still, the sensation lingered—the unmistakable feeling of being watched.

“Not tonight,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. “I can’t deal with this tonight.”

She forced herself to finish the bath, though every nerve in her body screamed for her to hurry. Wrapping herself in a towel, she stepped into the hallway, the cool air raising goosebumps on her damp skin. She was halfway to her bedroom when she froze.

He was there.

Leaning casually against the wall of her living room was a man. No, not a man—Willow. But this time, he wasn’t the shadowy figure she had come to fear. His form was solid, his features sharply defined in the dim light. His dark hair framed a face that was both rugged and strangely elegant, and his piercing eyes—though familiar—seemed almost human. Almost.

“Who the hell are you?” Nyx demanded, her voice sharp despite the fear knotting in her stomach.

Willow smiled, the expression slow and deliberate. “You don’t recognize me?” he asked, his voice smoother than she’d ever heard it.

She tightened the towel around herself, taking a cautious step back. “You’re not Willow,” she said, though doubt seeped into her tone.

His smile widened. “I am,” he said simply. “This is just... another side of me.” He straightened, his movements fluid and unhurried. “Call me Jeff, if it makes it easier for you.”

“Jeff?” she repeated, her brow furrowing. “What are you trying to pull?”

“Nothing,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I thought you might find this version of me more approachable. Less... intimidating.”

Nyx’s heart raced as she tried to process what she was seeing. He looked so normal—almost charming, if not for the undercurrent of danger that radiated from him. “You think this is going to work?” she asked, her voice dripping with defiance. “You think you can just show up like this and I’ll forget what you are?”

Jeff tilted his head, his gaze locking onto hers. “I don’t expect you to forget. But I think you’ll find it harder to resist me now.”

Her fists clenched at her sides. “You don’t know me,” she snapped. “You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

“Oh, I know you, Nyx,” he said, his tone soft but laced with something sharp. “I know you better than you know yourself. I see the parts of you that you hide—the parts that crave something more. Something deeper.”

She swallowed hard, the words cutting too close to truths she didn’t want to admit. “Get out,” she said, her voice shaking but firm. “I’m not playing your games.”

He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming despite the distance between them. “This isn’t a game,” he said quietly. “This is a bond. One that you created. You can fight it all you want, but it won’t change what’s already there.”

“I’ll break it,” she shot back, her voice rising. “I don’t care what it takes—I’ll find a way to get rid of you.”

Jeff’s expression darkened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You can try,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “But remember, the more you resist, the stronger I become. Your anger, your fear—it only feeds me.”

Before she could respond, he stepped back into the shadows, his form dissolving into the dim light. The air in the room grew lighter, but the weight of his words remained, pressing down on her like a vice.

☂︎

That night, Nyx dreamed of him for the first time. Not the shadowy figure she had come to dread, but Jeff. His human form. His touch was electric, leaving trails of warmth across her skin that blurred the boundaries between comfort and peril. His voice was a hypnotic melody, pulling her deeper into the dream. She found herself in a realm where shadows and light wove together into impossible landscapes—mountains that shimmered like obsidian, rivers of silver reflecting skies that churned with dark clouds.

Jeff stood beside her, his presence magnetic and unyielding. “Do you see it now?” he murmured, his breath brushing her ear. “This is what I can offer you. A place where you can be free. Where nothing weighs you down.”

Nyx turned to face him, her chest tightening at the intensity of his gaze. “This isn’t real life,” she said, though the words sounded weak even to her own ears.

His lips curved into a faint smile. “Reality is what you make it. This world is ours, Nyx. Yours and mine.” He reached out, his hand hovering just above hers. “You only have to let go.”

The dream shifted, the scenery darkening as the shadows grew thicker. They seemed to reach for her, brushing against her skin like cold whispers. Panic surged in her chest, and she tried to pull away, but Jeff’s grip tightened.

“Don’t fight it,” he said, his voice still calm, but his eyes burned with an intensity that made her heart race. “The more you resist, the harder it becomes.”

Nyx gasped as the shadows coiled around her, pulling her deeper into the dream. The last thing she saw was Jeff’s face, his expression both tender and possessive, before the world dissolved into darkness.

When she woke, her fingers were stained with ink, the dark smudges stark against her brown skin. The realization hit her like a cold slap. His world was bleeding into hers, and the lines between them were growing thinner with each passing moment.

Nyx stared at her hands, trembling. She had to find a way to stop this—before it consumed her entirely.

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