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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Whatever It Takes : RELOADED

Abducted in a decent hotel room. That's the summary.

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Vlad the Janitor

Samantha Coleman

Happy Traveler Inn - Room 240

Moscow, Russia

"Room Service!" Someone knocked at the door and something in Russian followed. Samantha assumed it's the same thing but in Russian. She carefully eyed the three men whom she knew were secretly armed. They were members of Shepherd's secret force, the one he calls "Shadow Company".

She's tired of being held hostage, she just wanted to live a normal life. And if Alex was correct, she can't believe that she chose to forget him just to get another shot at a normal life. She felt stupid. And she actually missed him. Even with all the jumbled and altered memories, her heart reacted to his presence.

The three abductors looked at her threateningly as the janitors entered. She knew she wasn't supposed to act suspicious or she's dead.

"We don't need cleaning!" One exclaimed as he shoved the janitor to the door, out of surprise the two janitors immediately grabbed mops and brooms and began fighting the abductors.

Samantha described it as a scene straight out of the movies, the trio worked together, hitting enemies until they were knocked down by severe hits in the head. They quickly disarmed and bound the abductors.

The tall janitor approached her, his eyes felt familiar but Samantha was reluctant to accept help. She eyed his name tag which said "Hello I'm VLAD"

"Thanks, Vlad?" She guessed, Vlad quickly removed his hat and face mask.

"Aw come on, Samantha. It's me!" Alex smiled, behind him, Roach and Soap stood and looked happy to see her.

Samantha's heart skipped a beat. She was right. He did go to the ends of the world for her multiple times. That meant that whatever they shared back on her memory lapses were far too significant for him. She hugged him tight and he reciprocated it quickly. She wanted to kiss him already but in their situation, it was better to keep it for later.

"Here you go, Alex." Soap tossed him the abductor's uniform as they quickly changed from janitors to bodyguards as they escorted her back to safety.

"Ghost this is Alex. The package is secure. Prepare for exfil."

"Roger that, pal." He replied as they effortlessly exited the hotel, leaving a message to Shepherd that he should not mess with them.

The elevator ride was the most awkward place for Samantha. The tension between her and Alex were reaching new heights. Their eye contacts felt more intense and small grazes from their hands felt like small jolts of electricity. Her heart raced so fast that she bit her lip.

"Thanks for saving me guys. For a second I thought you were never going to find me." She breathed as Alex slowly locked his hand on hers. She felt her cheeks warm up as his touch sent her on an ecstatic feeling. Was he really like this to her?

"You're still our priority, Samantha. Disbanded or not." Roach grinned as the elevator dinged upon reaching the Parking lot. In front of them was Price, driving the van and Ghost slowly sliding the door open.

"Welcome back, Samantha." The masked man greeted them as they entered the vehicle.

Safe House 110197

Brazil

Alex somewhat expected familiarity or nostalgia from Samantha, but all she remembered was the name of the safehouse. The number combination was somewhat familiar. She felt guilty and frustrated once she stepped foot on the house, as none of the items rang something from her memory while Alex took effort in recalling everything they did during their stay there, things that Samantha didn't expect she'd do but wanted to feel all over again.

Amidst the stress of the things happening around them, Maxine and Francine were getting along as they prepared a little feast once they heard that Samantha's on the way here. Maxine cried as she hugged her best friend and Samantha couldn't help but also shed tears.

"I missed you. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" She asked, those same words also came out of Alex's mouth earlier, guess she was that important to the two of them?

"I'm fine, Max. They didn't hurt me or anything. Shepherd was actually out to use me as a bargaining chip so that my Dad would help him." The room fell silent. This was what they needed to hear. Intel.

Before lunch was even served, they already gathered around the dinner table. Alex finally sat beside Samantha, and that meant Ghost was the only one without a partner.

Samantha discussed the case at hand. How Shepherd would give Nero an IP Address in exchange for blueprints of an EMP Nuke. He'll then use such machinery to combat Nero's assault as well as avenge 30,000 of his defeated troops in Afghanistan. He also has his own elite troop called Shadow Company, which were trained the same way as the 141, but they had strength in numbers.

The rest of the evening was devastating. Now that they had information on Shepherd, Price and Jack started to call in some favors and prepared for the best window to fight back. Ghost got a text from Agent Ryder of interpol that she was too late to stop the trade of funds and now Shepherd has put the remaining 141 as most wanted people. Laswell also called Price that the initial plan of creating a task force was not going to work considering they're already fugitives and they should be more careful outdoors. Everyone else looked like they saw this one coming, they already knew the risks of the things they've done and proceeded to live their lives.

Samantha caught a glimpse of Max and Roach sprinkling each other water while washing the dishes, Soap and France arguing about how the word 'whimsy' was supposed to be used in a sentence and Ghost was always on his command center. She felt that she was never gone.

"How are you holding up, Love?" Alex plopped beside her, giving her a glass of water. Samantha smiled and raised her eyebrows.

"I don't remember you calling me that." She questioned, as she noticed the faint smell of Alex that she began to admire.

"Of course you don't. That's why I'm helping you." he grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear. She giggled and inhaled once more.

"You smell good today… Are you still trying to win my heart? I thought you already did." She mused, blushing as she ran a hand across his strong inked arms. She was always scared of heavily tattooed men, but this guy was an exception to the rule.

"Well, I wore clothes from two different people today… so… but nevermind that reason. Is it working? To you…? Are you… smitten?" He wiggled his eyebrows in an attempt to be seductive and Samantha just laughed. Was it possible to fall in love with a guy whom you already love? If so, then she's all for it.

"I can't say for sure, Vlad." She teased as he quickly fished his wallet, revealing a letter inside a small ziploc container. He gave it to Samantha as she uncrumpled it and started to read the contents.

"What's this?" she asked, looking at her own writing, she started to feel scared and nervous about the letter.

"You left that note to me before you forgot me… I tried to keep it for as long as I could, to the point that I almost wanted to throw it away." he held her hand while she held the letter.

"My Dearest Alex…" She spoke softly. Her hands began to tremble as he gently tightened his grip on her, making her feel more at ease.

"...In a span of three weeks, you managed to make me feel love once again. You allowed me to realize that even after a horrible loss, I could still open my heart and feel the joy of falling in love." This was clearly her creation, she slowly turned to Alex as he smiled and nodded his head to continue.

"...I always told myself that no matter how painful it is, I'll never forget your face, your smile, your eyes and all those memories we shared together. I actually convinced myself that we were a happily married couple back in that safehouse, an illusion I made because my heart felt like it. It was a good feeling, and I want to thank you for it." She leaned on his shoulders, looked at him once more and mouthed "Sorry".

"It looked like I forgot…" tears started to well on her eyes and Alex smiled. He wasn't the crying type but his eyes were already starting to get wet.

"I can't help but think about a lot of things, one being that if we were destined to meet and not end up together, it would be better if I don't meet you at all. I'm sorry to say this but I do love you so much and I know I promised, but I think my heart couldn't carry the idea of you existing and not within my grasp. It's utterly heartbreaking." she sobbed, hot tears fell from her cheek and Alex immediately wiped them off with his thumbs as she continued reading, her voice was shaky.

"So, your office offered me a chance to alter my memories of meeting you, along with the memory that made Nero look for me. You were on a briefing and I wanted to talk to you personally, maybe feel your warmth one last time. I'd want to kiss you too, but I guess the world didn't want that to happen." She looked at Alex one more time, then their lips met, it was a small peck, their lips immediately parted upon contact. She looked back at her letter"

"So I took the offer, and by the time you read this, I'm already on my way home to resume the life I've lost. I'm sure Maxine misses me right now...

I know you'll agree to this because I feel you always want what's best for me. If our paths would cross again, I hope you'll remember me the way I remembered you before I take this operation, A good memory that's supposed to last forever.

Apologizing in advance if I don't remember you anymore.

Don't you dare forget about me,

- Samantha" Teardrops splattered across the paper as she folded it and reached for Alex's mouth, this time they went all out. Like teenagers who shared their first french kiss, sloppy, needy yet satisfying. They didn't care about their surroundings. All they both cares about was that they were within each other's grasp after a very long time.

"I guess you kept my word. You never forgot me…" She exhaled as they broke the kiss.

"It's because I can't… and I told myself that I won't." Alex replied as they kissed once again. This time, they could hear Maxine and Roach cheering in the background.

"Geez! Get a room you two!" A loud Scottish yell was heard from the distance. But despite all the noise, the two of them didn't mind.

Samantha was brushing her teeth when Alex snuck up from behind, wrapping his arms around her. She remembered how she admitted to the letter that they acted like a married couple, maybe this was always their thing for weeks. She was happy as they both swayed harmoniously, looking at the most handsome man in the world, hugging her.

"Do hmm haa hoo heemmmi hoo?" She mumbled while her hands brushed her teeth.

"We don't. But if we had one what would you think it'd be?" Alex mused, turning to her. He already knew what she meant despite it being inaudible. She spat the contents of her mouth and finished brushing her teeth before turning to him, all while still under his warm embrace.

"Have you heard of Way Back into Love?" she asked, Alex's reaction was a very wholesome smile.

"Like from that movie? Yeah." he chuckled, minty breath traveled to her nostrils.

"All I want to do is find a way back into love…" she sang softly, her singing voice made Alex smile.

"I can't make it through without a way back into love…" Alex sang or more specifically, said the words near the tune. Samantha giggled as they swayed to their little song.

"And if I open my heart again

I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end" They sang together, Samantha doing it in tune while Alex sounded like he's narrating the song. They both were spinning around on the small area in front of the sink, enjoying the moments that they were together once again. Samantha wishing that she'll never get separated from Alex ever again.

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𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 - 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒅 𝒙 𝑶𝑪 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 7: 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔

Masterlist

Rating: Mature

Summary: 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝐴𝑈 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡.

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC

Status: Ongoing

LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)

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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 & 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝐴𝑈'𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑, 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤.

Eᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ: Pʀᴇ Sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 1

Chapter Seven

It was a struggle to even drag myself out of bed the next morning, as the exertion of the past few days left me feeling thoroughly run down. Despite multiple washes and even attempting some treatments, I was convinced that I could still smell smoke in my long locks, and I resorted to tying it up in a high ponytail to at least keep it out of my face.

At this point, I was running low on office appropriate clothing as I hadn’t expected to be away for this long. I dressed in my last suitable outfit of a black shirt, plain white A-line skirt that sat just below my knees and a pair of black kitten heels. Tying a black bow around my ponytail, I quickly applied a natural looking amount of makeup to compensate for the soot covered appearance that the team last saw of me and then finished packing my things to leave.

I made my way down to the reception to check out, hoping that I would have time to grab a cup of tea before I had to meet the team, but at the very first moment that I had completed the relevant paperwork, I was distracted by a familiar sight. Reid seemed as if he had only just noticed me as he jumped to his feet from where he'd been sitting in the foyer and I approached him with a surprised smile.

“Dr. Reid. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked warmly, secretly pleased to have the opportunity to see him again.

He was dressed in a shirt and smart trousers, with a heavy cardigan over the top that gave him cute hipster vibes that I was sure he was oblivious to. He seemed troubled, his posture fidgety as he reached me and I worried that something bad might have happened to prompt this visit.

“You-you really don’t have to address me like that, Alice.” He muttered quietly, rubbing the back of his neck in an obvious display of discomfort. “Gideon always makes sure to introduce me as doctor, but it’s not something that I’m worried about.” He clarified, seeming bothered that he’d been presented in a pretentious light and I widened my eyes in surprise.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” I replied, grimacing slightly as I spoke and he shook his head vigorously, as if I hadn’t done anything wrong. “What would you prefer?” I offered, wanting to ensure that I addressed him in a manner that he was confident with in future and he seemed taken aback by the question.

“Well, you asked me to call you by your first name, so it’s fine if you want to do the same. Or, Reid is fine too.” He answered quietly, forcing himself to meet my eyes for a fond smile and I returned it eagerly.

It seemed foolish, but I was strangely excited by the fact that he felt secure enough to correct me and I noticed a little flutter of butterflies in my stomach that I tried to deny. It would be awfully inconvenient for me to be attracted to him and so I ensured to quickly push any thoughts that were along those lines aside.

“Hotch has the car ready outside for you. He asked me to see if you were ready to go. Morgan’s helping Garcia to get everything packed up at the base, so they’ll meet us at the jet.” He explained, before taking one of my two cases to assist me and I chuckled at his well established manners.

“Thanks, Spencer. That was a struggle getting those downstairs on my own.” I admitted, feeling an extra strong flutter as I said his name and I was sure that I caught a slight flush in his cheeks too.

--⥈--

"What do you think, Sugar? Feel like a high class diva yet?" Penelope chanted as she settled herself in the seat opposite me in an overly dramatic posture and I giggled at her performance.

Admittedly, I'd never travelled on anything as luxurious as a jet before and honestly felt more out of place on board than I had at any previous time in my life. Fortunately, the company was excellent and the down to earth attitude of the team made the entire experience pleasant.

"I feel like the economy class flight home is going to seem especially torturous after this." I commented with a chuckle and Penelope nodded in agreement.

"I love the way you say that. We'd just call it coach." She remarked, flashing me a doting smile and I rolled my eyes at her continued fascination with my accent. “I don't get to come on the jet often, so it's still a novelty to me. I feel like one of those golden era movie stars, you know?” She described, gesturing as if she was fanning herself with some imaginary large feathered fan and I almost snorted in laughter at her.

“You look like one too, baby girl." Morgan crooned as he passed, tapping her on the shoulder fondly and she practically melted under his touch.

It was endlessly comical to me the way that she fawned over him, but I also appreciated the way that Morgan doted on her in return and was pleased that she had someone who treated her with the admiration that she absolutely deserved.

"Flattery will absolutely get you everywhere, you beautiful man." She drawled back, her voice husky and low as she examined him like a tiger stalking its prey and I shook my head in disbelief at her boldness. "You gonna be okay alone?" She asked, glancing back at Morgan immediately, like it hurt her to keep her eyes off him for too long.

"Go ahead. I have plenty to keep me busy." I announced as I pulled out my ereader from my flight bag and Penelope was out of her seat before I had even finished putting my glasses on.

The rest of the team chatted happily in the background as I lost myself in my story, enjoying some downtime for once. I couldn't remember the last time that I’d felt this relaxed and there was a strange sense of belonging that was present for me when in this team's company. Everything felt easier with them at my back, even facing down a burning building and it was unfamiliar to know that if I needed to turn back for help, then they would absolutely be there.

"I wouldn't have profiled you as an ereader kind of girl." Reid's voice remarked, pulling me from the pages and I glanced up to find him studying me with interest as he stood by my seat.

“Ah, you caught me.” I admitted, before slipping open my satchel to reveal a well worn copy of Pride and Prejudice. "I always keep old reliable nearby. Don't tell the others." I whispered, winking at him cheekily and a knowing smile filled his handsome face. "Honestly, nothing will ever replace real books for me. Something about the feeling of paper and the smell of the pages. It's unbeatable. But this allows me to take more of my library with me and I love to have a good selection.”

"Did you know that there is actually a term for that?” Reid began, gesturing with his hands as he fell into a flow. “It's called Bibliosmia, which is a combination of the Greek words for book and smell. The scent of books is caused by the chemical breakdown of compounds within the paper, which explains why older books smell better, as they contain a number of additional chemicals. Most importantly, many older books use Vanillin, which as the name implies gives a sweet scent." Reid lost himself in a ramble of facts, his passion clearly getting the better of him and though he seemed somewhat self conscious about the fact that he had done this, I had to admit that I found his knowledge fascinating.

"Really?" I breathed enthusiastically, hoping to encourage him to feel able to speak freely around me and he looked back up at me in uncertainty. "Well, now that I have a word for it, I can stop feeling like a lunatic, at least." I added, meeting his eyes with a gentle expression and he carefully sunk into the seat opposite me.

"It's actually a lot more common than people realise. You see, it's an extension of the connection between smell and memory. The particular scent of the book triggers a feeling of familiarity that allows you to relive parts of the experience from your first contact with it, instead of simply reading the story again." He explained, his demeanour seemed more relaxed now and I nodded in interest, encouraging him to continue. "A survey actually found that 71% of respondents don’t use eBooks at all and 76% preferred the traditional book. So, your love of the classic paperback is not something to feel weird about at all."

"That's good to know. I can carry my old school love of reading with pride now." I conceded, giving him an appreciative smile and he seemed shocked by my interest in what he had to say.

"What are you reading?" He enquired curiously and it was my turn to be shocked by his consideration.

In my experience, most people struggled to even pretend to care about my habits for an initial question, let alone to actually hold a conversation about it. I’d grown used to feeling like an outsider amongst people my own age and Spencer was a refreshing change of company.

"The String of Pearls." I confessed, pushing my glasses up to try to cover my blush and he raised his brows at me. "After the way that you talked about it at the base, I downloaded it. I thought it would be interesting to know more of the origin of my favourite musical. I'm already kind of agreeing with you, though. Without the additional context of the loss of his family and the continued tyranny of Judge Turpin on the cities most vulnerable, it honestly lacks the impact that the story I know has. It's simply meaningless horror, with little cultural relevance." I blurted, finding myself also becoming lost in words and once I realised that I was babbling, I felt my blush grow stronger.

When I could finally bring myself to peek at Spencer for his reaction, he didn’t seem bored, or lost as I was used to. In stark contrast to regular reactions to my literary passions, he seemed thrilled by my outburst, as if it had made his day. The way that he studied me now was as if he were lost for words and I quickly returned my attention to my reading in embarrassment.

"Do you mind if I sit here to read? You're quieter than the others.” Spencer asked, pulling an old looking book with a Latin title from his bag and I hummed in response.

"Of course I don't mind." I breezed, sneaking a look at him as he fidgeted to get comfortable. "I'm not sure what you're going to do for the rest of the flight, though.” I added, causing him to frown with confusion and I chuckled slightly under my breath. “I'm teasing, hun. I’m sure it won't take you more than ten minutes to finish that.” I elaborated, pointing to the small book in his hand and he smiled coyly at me.

"I'd usually play chess with Gideon." He revealed, gesturing to an inbuilt board at another table and I raised my brows in surprise to find such a fancy feature on a government jet.

"I'm afraid that I’m completely too out of practice to stand a chance against you." I laughed, unwilling to admit that I had always struggled with the game, despite my mothers best efforts to teach me and I certainly wasn't keen to embarrass myself by playing against an actual genius.

"Well, maybe later I can help you to recover some of your skills.” He suggested with sincerity and I was surprised by how little judgement there was in his voice. As always, he caught me off guard with his kindness.

--⥈--

Penelope's office was familiarly warm and welcoming, but even that atmosphere couldn't help me to make any progress with my reports. I massaged my forehead in an effort to engage my brain, but the words escaped me and I was rapidly becoming frustrated with myself. It had already been explained to me that I simply had to recap the events that occurred, but even that seemed to be too difficult of a task for me.

Penelope wandered back into the room to place a cup of tea beside me and glanced down at the blinking cursor on my completely blank document with a grimace.

"Ouch. Still no luck with your paperwork demons?” She questioned, before settling back at her computer comfortably, turning her seat so that she could still smile at me.

“I’ve never written a field report before.” I groaned, reading through the guidance notes that Spencer had given me again, despite having them practically memorised by now. “I don't know how to explain myself. I'm supposed to remain factual, but it's not that simple. There were emotional factors to why I made the decision that I did."

"Well, that’s easy. Just put I recklessly ran into a burning building like a crazy person, even though my friend told me not to.” Penelope commented, sneaking a meaningful look in my direction and I sighed with exhaustion.

"I'm serious, Alice. I'm worried about you. It's clear that you're not sleeping, or taking care of yourself, and now you're taking these completely insane risks. I don’t want to see you get hurt. I mean, even Morgan was super pissed with you for doing that. If you hadn’t looked so sorry for yourself in the ambulance, he would’ve ripped you a new one, let me tell you. The only reason that he hasn’t done so since is because he respects my wishes.” She revealed, her face growing serious as she examined me and I fidgeted in my seat awkwardly. It was hard enough to defend myself in paperwork, but doing so in the face of one of my dearest friends was another level of challenge.

"Come on, Nels. There was a little girl’s life at stake. I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing." I excused, feeling too uncomfortable to meet her eyes and she only seemed more frustrated by my insufficient response.

"The stakes are always high! That's the nature of our jobs. But you can’t just throw your life away for anyone who needs help, Ally! You matter too.” She insisted, placing one of her hands over mine soothingly to confirm that she wasn’t angry with me and when I looked up at her, I could recognise the care in her eyes.

"I’m sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." I conceded, allowing any defensiveness to melt away in the face of her compassion. "I've just been in kind of a rut since I joined Interpol. It feels so strange to be here and able to rely on people, compared to how isolated I feel there. I mean, I've never been face to face with a situation like that before and I couldn't walk away. I guess I've just grown accustomed to having no one give a damn about me. I didn't even consider the consequences.” I admitted, my voice dropping to barely more than a whisper and I heard Penelope take a sharp intake of breath at this confession.

"Oh, baby doll. Why didn't you tell me that it was getting to you so much?" She questioned, her usually bright face overtaken with concern and I felt as if I had rained on her parade by bringing my problems to her.

"I don't know. I'm not sure that I fully realised until I had this team to compare it to. Part of me felt like I got myself into this situation, so it was down to me to survive it." I reflected, feeling shameful that I'd allowed things to reach such a dire point and she seemed heartbroken by my circumstances.

"I promise, when I get back to France, I'll start figuring out what I can do to make things better. I’ll even send you reports on my progress if you want." I clarified, causing her to force a smile, despite the obvious concern that remained in her eyes.

"Well, if you make sure that you deliver on that promise, then I can help you with your little reporting problem. Come on.” She announced, hopping to her feet and pulling me along behind her.

Wherever she was taking me, I was not about to object to any help with my documentation and so I followed her obediently. Most of the team were focused on their own paperwork, as they sat at their individual desks surrounded by stacks of cases and I certainly didn't envy them for this part of their field roles.

We came to a stop right outside of someone’s private office and Penelope proved that there was such a thing as a cheerful knock, as she waited for a response.

"Hey, Jayge! We missed you in California." She called as she entered the space and I stepped inside cautiously, feeling as if I was invading her privacy. "I'm surprised you'd pass up a chance to get that close to that beautiful beach.” Penelope crooned, smiling genuinely at JJ and I could tell that she’d managed to strike up a strong bond with her too.

“Thanks, Garcia. It’s good to know that I was wanted, but there's no need for a press liaison in a case that is strictly off limits to the press and I have plenty to keep me busy here." JJ answered with a warm smile, before turning her attention to me curiously, prompting Penelope to reveal a guilty smile.

"Well, as the paperwork queen of the BAU, I thought you might be able to help Alice with a little reporting problem." Penelope suggested, making her best effort to appear downright adorable in the face of her already overworked colleague and JJ sighed as she turned to address me.

"I heard about what happened at the base. Hotch making you write up your report alone?" JJ enquired and I nodded back bashfully. "Yikes. That's a very parental punishment.”

"I just don't want to get it wrong. I already messed up enough.” I mumbled, feeling even more embarrassed now that I was discussing this with another agent and JJ simply smiled sympathetically at me.

"Sit down. You'll have to take me through what happened one step at a time and I’ll tell you how to word it."

--⥈--

It was an incredible relief when Hotch had signed off my report and confirmed that I was free to leave whenever I was ready. I'd already decided that I would like to spend at least another night in the area before I returned to life at Interpol and JJ advised that she could mark me as required under retainer for another couple of days, ensuring that Shepard would be unable to bully me into coming home immediately. Already, I was incredibly fond of the gracious members of this team and could easily understand why Penelope felt so settled here.

The prospect of saying goodbye to them felt far more daunting this time around and I knew that I would have to concentrate on keeping my emotions in check. Even simply gathering my belongings from Penelope's office gave me a strange sense of sadness.

Just as I finished packing away my laptop, I noticed a polaroid from my last visit of the two of us, which was leaning against a very decorative edition of the Alice in Wonderland book and I turned to Penelope curiously.

"You setting up a little shrine for me here?" I asked teasingly, attempting to mask how touched I actually was by the gesture and she turned her attention to the display with a smile.

"What can I say? This office feels empty without you now.” She stated solemnly, pulling at my already sensitive heart strings. "Originally, I just had the photo, but the book was actually a gift from our dearest Reid. He noticed that I was sad after you left and wanted to cheer me up. He's a good one, I’ll tell you." She divulged, causing my brows to shoot up in surprise and I couldn't contain a fond smile.

"That’s really sweet." I commented softly, glad that Penelope had this team to take care of her in my place. “Come on. Let's get this over with before I burst into tears." l advised, encouraging her out of the office where she rushed ahead of me to prepare the team for my departure.

Just as last time, they all moved from their desks to meet me in the lobby and I felt emotional even considering leaving their friendly faces. I'd even learned to interpret the vague differences in Hotch's similarly stern glares this time and knew that I would miss trying to tell the difference between them.

JJ reached me first, placing her hand on my arm affectionately.

"It's been great to have another chance to see you. Hopefully we can borrow you again soon.” She complimented, seeming genuine in her fondness of me and I smiled in return at her, appreciative for how attentive she always was. Before anyone else got a chance to speak, Penelope pushed past them all to grab me by the shoulders.

"Look, I promised myself that I wasn't gonna cry, but if I wait until last then I’m not going to be able to keep that, so I’m just gonna give you a squeeze.” She paused to pull me into a tight embrace, making me chuckle in surprise. "I’m going to say farewell, my love. And I’m gonna go back to my office to toughen myself up.” She blurted, leaning back to give me a watery smile, before she rushed out of sight. Morgan looked after her with concern, then forced himself to return his attention to me.

"Bring it in, Poppins.” He crooned, holding out his hand and when I took hold of it for a shake, he pulled me into a brief hug. "You did good work here. You know you're welcome back any time. We'll keep a seat free for you." He added, a wide welcoming grin plastered over his face and I felt myself tearing up at his kind words.

Him and JJ exchanged a knowing look, before joining forces to approach Penelope's office and I was glad to know that she had someone around to comfort her once I had gone. Hotch stepped forward to shake my hand in the gap, seizing a chance to speak before things got any more emotional.

“Thank you for your assistance on this case, Alice. We wouldn’t have been able to bring Amanda home safely without you.” He praised me as I accepted the handshake and I was sure that I could recognise a hint of a smile in his expression. "JJ says you're not heading home for another couple of days?"

“That's right, Sir. I have family in the area that I'm well overdue to visit." I reported, wanting to make it clear that I wasn't planning to just hang around the BAU office like a stalker.

"Well, just give me a call if there's anything that I can do to smooth out your return to Interpol." He offered, allowing his kind-hearted nature to show and I couldn't find the words to adequately express my gratitude for his support.

"Enjoy your time off." He added, before parting from me to leave me alone with Spencer, who was the last person still waiting to say goodbye. He stood with his hands in his pockets, smiling at me bashfully.

"It seems strange to say goodbye to you." He admitted, moving to tuck his hair behind his ear nervously. "You fit here.” He clarified and I hummed thoughtfully, glad that he felt this way. He paused with an uncertain expression, before clearing his throat to speak again.

"Actually. If you have a second, I have a parting gift." He muttered, seeming as if he had struggled to decide whether to mention this or not and I raised my brows at him.

“Something you said on the plane." He added as he rushed back to his desk to grab an item from his drawer and shuffled back to me, holding out a book. "It's a classic. If you're interested in brushing up your skills, you may as well learn from the best. I've already got it memorised, so you can keep it.”

I glanced down at the cover to find that he'd given me a pristine copy of Bobby Fischer's My 60 Most Memorable Games and I smiled at the gesture. It was charmingly thoughtful that he wanted to foster my enjoyment in something that he loved and I resolved to use the gift to develop my chess game ready for the next time that we saw each other.

"Thank you, Spencer. That's really kind of you.” I answered, a genuine smile filling my face and he seemed embarrassed by my gratitude. “Next time that I visit we'll have to play.” I added, causing his face to light up with a grin that made my stomach feel fizzy.

"I'd like that."

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rogue-barnes-16 · 6 years

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SHE'S DIFFERENT

Request: Sis I’m gonna request a Ben! Roger Taylor imagine were mans is dating a younger girl like 19 and just fluff and somewhat steamy, you can go from there bc I just need that

Pairing: Ben!Roger Taylor x young!Reader

Genre: fluff

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Requested by: @langdonzvoid

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Warnings: drunk!Roger, language, some angst, makeout session

A/N: I did it but I have to warn you that there's some angst because I live for the angst and I can't help myself (sorry). Also, to whoever prefers the original Roger Taylor, I guess it'll work too even it the Gif is from Ben Hardy's Roger Taylor. Enjoy <3.

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The boy I had sent to look for Roger came out of the building, the blond drummer walking behind him. "hey there, beautiful"

I smiled at Roger and waited for the boy to get back inside before walking towards my boyfriend. "Hi, Blondie." he stared at me with a big grin on his face. "why did you call me?"

"I wanted to see you" he replied, discreetly tangling his fingers with mine. "I missed that pretty face of yours" he leaned on to kiss me, just to be stopped by me. "what?"

"Rog" I gave him a warning glare, pushing his chest lighty. "what are you playing at?"

"nothing" he muttered, leaning again, this time with one of his hands holding my hip. And again, I stopped him.

"Roger."

"what? I just want to kiss my girl" I raised my eyebrows. He groaned, rolling his eyes. "I want them to know, okay?" I couldn't help but snort. "why are you laughing? Y/n" he pulled me closer by my hips. "Y/n, don't laugh. I mean it."

"No you don't" he clenched his jaw and my laugh faded. "Okay baby, you mean it. But why now?"

"I don't know" he mumbled. "just- please, Y/n. I want them to know you."

It was my first month working as a waitress, and since I was doing well, the manager asked me to attend the bar that night.

At one in the morning, seeing no patrons had entered, I dismissed the two waiters that were working with me. I was getting ready to call it a night when the gates of the pub abruptly opened, letting Roger Taylor in.

"GOOD MORNING!" he yelled dramatically loudly.

"It's still night, Rog!" Freddie fucking Mercury entered behind him, along with their other band mates. "isn't it, my darling?" he asked.

I stayed still, not knowing what to say, while the pub was filled with the accompanying the band.

At four in the morning they were all blackout drunk and making a mess. When John Deacon threatened to fall off the table he was standing on, I knew it was time to call the manager.

Right before grabbing the phone, I saw Roger stumbling into our locker room. "shit. Hey!" I ran to stop him, but when I entered, he was already throwing up all over the floor.

He stared confused at the mess he had made, struggling to stand up "Thought it was the toilets." I ran towards him when I saw he lost the balance. "shhhit... I'm so fucked up. Sorry"

"I'll take you to the actual toilets" I informed him, passing one of his arms over my shoulders.

"I'm going to be sick" he managed to warn me. I quickly made him kneel in front of the toilet, holding back his hair with one hand while I put the other against his forehead to steady him while he was throwing up. He then looked at me up and down, shamelessly checking me out. "have someone told you how gorgeous you are?"

I raised my eyebrows "are you sure you wanna hit on me right now?" He opened his mouth to speak, but I made lean down when I noticed he was going to puke once more.

"wanna come home with me, beautiful?" he asked looking over his shoulder, the ghost of a smirk showing up on his pretty face.

"not tonight" I replied.

"why not?" he whined, pouting at me.

"well, you're wasted" I stated, letting his head rest over one of his arms while I reached for a piece of toilet paper to clean his mouth. "I would be taking advantage of you."

"really?" I nodded and he opened his eyes widely. "and you care?" I nodded again and he frowned at my words, visibly confused.

I sighed and got up. "I have to phone my boss. Your friends and you are making one hell of a mess"

Before I left, he managed to hold my wrist and lazily pulled me to him. "what's your name?"

"Y/n" I replied.

"wanna go out with me, Y/n?"

I couldn't hold back a snort. "now?"

"yes?"

"No!" I replied, biting back a laugh.

He knitted his eyebrows, sitting up against the wall. "do you have a pen?" I nodded. "can you write down your address on my arm, please?"

"why?" I asked, even though I was already grabbing the pen.

"I'll have to pick you up tomorrow"

"why would you?" I questioned, moving closer to write down my address.

"because we're not going out now" a smug smirk made its way to his lips, and I couldn't hold back the grin forming on mines.

"Darling" I called him, taking my time to trace in black ink the letters and numbers of my address. "tomorrow you're going to have a terrible hungover"

I didn't expect him to remember, but the next morning he was there, leaning against the door frame with a mischievous grin on his lips and his sunglasses shielding his eyes from the light.

Roger guided me into the studio where his friends were arguing about God knows what.

He cleared his throat. "Guys" when I noticed he was getting anxious I squeezed his hand to offer him some kind of support. "this is Y/n"

They all stared at me confused and I offered them a warm smile. "Hi"

"well look at that" Freddie spoke with a teasing smirk on his face. "he finally remembers the groupies' names."

"she's not a groupie, Fred" Roger half growled at his friend. "She's my girlfriend."

"Your what?" Brian was the next to speak, his eyes going from Roger to me and back to Roger. "how old is she?"

"I'm nineteen" I replied firmly, getting slightly mad at their reactions. "and I'm right here, there's no need to ask Roger, I think I know my age."

Brian raised his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, I'm just shocked. I mean-" he opened his mouth a couple of times but didn't dare to continue the sentence.

"wait... I know her" John finally spoke, frowning at me. "aren't... Aren't you the girl from that pub? We met her a few months ago in a pub, guys." I nodded and he gave me an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for the mess."

"so Roger, darling." we all turned to Freddie, who was talking again. "a few months, huh? Did you cheated on the poor kid already?" I started at him confused, not really understanding the cause of this behavior.

Brian looked at Roger, whose face I couldn't see, and then gave his other friend a warning glare "Freddie-"

"what?" he stared at a Roger while talking, like no one else was there. "She's young and we know how is Rog, right?"

"Freddie, shut up" John warned calmly, staring worried at both me and my boyfriend.

"she's different" Roger growled with his jaw clenched and his knuckles going white due to the strength he was using to close his fist.

"I don't buy this, darling" Freddie took a hesitant step towards us and I realized what was happening. "she might not be a groupie, but she's one of toys." he was drunk.

I didn't realize I had let go of Roger until I saw him stalking towards Freddie with no other intention than punch him.

"Roger wait!"

Brian put himself in the middle, shielding Freddie and managing to somehow hold Roger back.

"say that again Fred" he hissed, trying to walk past his friend. "say that again and I'll throw you off the bloody window."

Apparently, Freddie took it as a challenge, because he stepped closer to Roger and whispered "she's one of your toys"

There was a second of silence before Roger pushed Brian with enough strength to get him out of his way.

John quickly got up to stop him while brian did the same "Roger, stop!" I tugged his arm, making him step back. "he's drunk. Rog." I tugged him again in an attempt to gain his attention, which now was on Freddie. "he's fucking drunk. Calm down."

he finally locked his eyes with mines, something similar to fear dancing on his pupils. Before I could say anything about it, he walked out of the studio.

I sighed when John and Brian gave me apologetic glances and I left to find Roger. It wasn't difficult at all, since he was leaning against one of the walls of the hall, trying to light up a cigarette with shaky hands.

I walked to him and, without saying anything, I grabbed to lighter from his hand and lit up the cigarette between his lips. "he didn't mean it" I whispered, letting him inhale the smoke before grabbing the cigarette and giving it a puff myself. "he's wasted."

"he meant it. He fucking believes it." He groaned. Giving me a quick glance, he took the cigarette away from me. "don't smoke, baby."

I huffed while he gave it a couple of puffs. "why you can but I can't?" I whined, trying to reach the cigarette just for it too be held away from my reach by Roger.

"because I'm fucked up." he replied with a half smile on his face, tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear. "but you aren't."

We stayed in silence for a moment until he finished the cigarette.

"Y/n?" I looked up at him and prompted him to continue. "do you think what Freddie said it's true?"

"you didn't give me reasons to think like that" I assured him, tugging his jacket for him to lean on me and kiss me. "and I trust you" I whispered against his lips before the kiss turned into something more passionate rather than innocent.

His hands traveled to the small of my back to pull me even closer before going down to my ass "baby I'm no good."

"Oh I'm aware" I stated running my fingers through his hair and giving it a tug that drew a moan from his lips. "seven months it's enough time to realize that." he squeezed my butt before making me jump to wrap my legs around his hips. "Rog" I let out a chuckle when he buried his face on the crook of my neck, giving me light bites. "not here!"

"Okay, beautiful" he gave me a quick kiss before walking to a closed door and kicking it open. "here better?" he asked, closing it behind him.

"I guess" I replied, climbing off him, just to to be backed to the wall, where he attacked my neck and jaw once more while unbuttoning my blouse. "eager, are w-" my teasing words died when his leg got between mines, pressing against my crotch.

"yeah, very much" he growled, taking off his jacket while I was grinding against his thigh. "but, Y/n" I stopped my movements to look at him. "I need you to know I wouldn't-"

"I told you I trust you" I whispered, caressing his cheeks. "Okay?" he nodded, giving me, a quick kiss.

BRIAN'S P. O. V.

"I'm worried" I stated, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. "it's been a while. Why did you have to open your mouth, Freddie?"

"I told you I'm sorry" he groaned, rubbing his temples. "don't be such a bitch, darling."

"they were very upset" I said, getting up to get out.

"Brian, sit down" Deaky spoke, not bothering on looking up from his bass. "they're fucking somewhere in the building." he then looked at my shocked face "Let them be"

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rainbowsoulofficial · 5 years

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My babies pt.2 owo

Age: 11

Species: Human

Soul: White (it doesn't have a trait)

His trait was determination, but all of it went inside his body to keep him alive when his AU was being destroyed. So now he doesn't have a trait, leaving his soul with a pure white color.

Frisk used to live in a zombie apocalyptic AU were LV consuming beasts, called Loved Ones, would try to infect as many creatures as they could and grind as many HP as possible.

After Frisk's AU was destroyed he was dumped in one of the Gardens.

He didn't understand how he could have survived the horrors he had just witnessed and he couldn't bear to live in a room that was determined to trap him inside with the images of his dying family still lingering in his mind.

He reached for two buttercups, which he knew were poisonous, and ate them.

But instead of abandoning life, he had created life.

Their names were Faye and Faas.

And so the F trio I love so much was born!!!

Frisk has become a very planning obcessed person since he got to live with Faye and Faas he has a very personal Bullet Journal (don't dare call it a planner in front of him!).

Faye sometimes draws a cover for it for the beggining of each month.

Because Frisk is the only survivor of his AU he is the user that has the last L.U.C.K. device (aka LOVE Universal Converter Kit), which used to be used for self-defense in his own AU, but has now become a very dangerous object in very dangerous hands (Nightmare's hands to be exact...).

Frisk used to be very rude and only care about his old family, but now I think he's finally understanding that life gave him a second chance and that's what he has to focus on right now.

He likes to collect rare flowers when they travel through different Gardens. (More on that later...). Frisk also used to aware a lot in his AU, but now he tries to watch his language ever since he met Faye.

He has a crush on Faye btw (They're my OTP...), but he's in the friendzone.

Back to the trio, when Frisk ate the flowers what actually happened is that they created two new beings to share his soul with, completely at random.

No one has a part of the soul in particular.

Because of this only one of them can take control of their physical form at once.

Sometimes there could be a arm of one of them showing and the other one controlling the other parts of the body. What I mean by this is just that they cannot exist fully, the three at the same time.

For some reason, the garden is the only exception to this rule. And the 3 phisical forms appear at the same time.

The trio doesn't age.

They don't have a trait since the original soul (Frisk's soul) didn't have one.

Age: 12

Species: Human

Trait: Same as Frisk (since the soul is shared)

Faye is the cutest cinnamon roll you'll ever meet!

She's my favorite and if something bad happens to her I will kill everyone in this whole website and then myself! (After you politely give me your addresses of course UwU).

•~°°°°~•

Faye is a huge hopeless romantic! (#I_relate)

Whenever a Sans passes by she instantly blushes and thinks she has found the love of her life.

I won't be the one to stop if you want to call her a Sans Fangirl, but... She's just so much more than that.

Faye is also a really innocent person.

She is immensely shy with new people (everyone that isn't Frisk or Faas really...) and because of this every time a Sans goes by it actually looks like Frisk and Faas are blushing since the face swaps are happening so fast you can't even see it.

Since she's the one carrying the strongest emotion she should be the one assuming control, but Faye fights it, and manages to give that effect.

(This is awesome for Ink, because he seems to never get tired of pranking the three by flirting with Faye.)

Despite her shy nature, she's extremely extroverted, bubbly and energetic with Frisk and Faas. She can even become a little annoying sometimes.

•~°°°°~•

She is a writer and has quickly become the creator with the most number of AUs, even if he's only been alive for less than a year.

She promised Frisk to never delete an AU even if she doesn't like it.

She also writes about other stuff too, that are not Undertale related.

Because she's a creator she can't visit her own AUs unfortunately.

But she sure can watch Game of Thrones with the Underfell bros. (They cover her eyes and ears. Don't worry!)

•~°°°°~•

Faye has a parasite flower on her back (though in the reference is on the wrong side).

Yeah... The flowers in the Garden can eat you in your sleep... Faye woke up with one of them glued to her back, but she actually likes her a lot.

She likes to say, and I quote:

"I really like her. Sometimes she talks to me, though you cannot hear. That makes me feel safe since, well... I'm the only girl and the group and sometimes that can be a hard thing. But I definitely don't want any more of these anywhere near me. One is enough, I don't plan to share my nutrients with anyone else in the future. I'm not that crazy."

(I could about this character for hours as you can see...)

Age:????

Species:???

Soul: Same as Faye

Faas is a mystery. No one knows what species he is (he claims he's not monster) and no one knows how old he is.

Don't worry though, behind all of that there is actually some ancient wise advice.

What we know for sure is that he acts like an absolutely egocentric jerk.

Just...

Be sure to get all the salt off first.

I made this character because at times my writing becomes very sarcastic and salty. That way I can dump all of it in here (95% here and 5% on Melissa if you read the other wiki).

Faas barely moves at all.

He floats lazily in the air and only uses his fire powers he has on his tail to slightly readjust his position in the air.

He is always hungry and asking for food and when he does get it, he's so fast you can't see him moving.

The only evidence you have is now a clean plate and possibly an empty storage where you keep all your food.

He has the record in the Multiverse for being banned from most Grillby's and its variations across AUs.

He has fire powers, however aren't very powerful however so he can't fight with them, or...

So he says. It's more likely he has never tried.

Faas has tried to escape the soul several times, but he always fails.

He says he wants to see the world, but feels trapped inside the soul the universe chose for him.

Faas doesn't trust Frisk and is always in the look out for him, to see if he doesn't hurt Faye (no matter how much he says he doesn't care).

#undertale ocs #undertale comic #undertale #ocs #meet my babies!!!!

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ravencall70 · 6 years

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The Heart of a Crow (excerpt)

"Zev,

I was so pleased to receive your letter so soon after arriving here in Amaranthine. Things here are... unsettling. Vigil's keep was under attack by darkspawn when I arrived and all the Wardens from Orlais are dead or missing.

They're organized Zev and more disturbing is that the one I killed... talked. He was threatening the Keep's seneschal when I stopped him. I don't know what this means but the Wardens who I thought I'd be leading are no longer here.

King Alistair, (and yes, Zev, I know how weird that sounds), arrived shortly after we cleared out the darkspawn. He couldn't stay, but did help me stop a Templar from returning a mage to the Circle.

Yes, another mage is following me around. He's been conscripted into the Grey Warden's, as was Oghren who was here when I arrived. And yeah he still reeks of... well, whatever that stench is, I still haven't figured it out.

I miss you Zev. I wish I was with you in Antiva. I don't like the thought of you on your own against the Crows. And before you mention my risk, you know it's different. I have people watching my back here and you're alone. Sorry, I just worry. Plus, I'm sure the weather there is a damn sight better than the northern coast of Ferelden.

When I'm finished here, I intend to join you. I do not like being away from you. Promise you'll be careful? I love you Zevran.

Avery"

My dear Grey Warden,

Talking darkspawn. Braska, I do not like the sound of that but it is a delight to hear from you amor. Truly, your words are like the sweetest breeze across my skin. If I was not busy evading the members of my former order I would be inclined to write you some dreadfully sweet poetry. Alas, the Crows are nothing if not persistent and I do not have the time just yet.

But do not worry about me. I have enlisted some assistance from a friend we met in Denerim. She is most helpful, not to mention useful as a sinfully seductive distraction for my enemies. (As well as the most skilled blade I have ever known.) Besides myself of course.

We managed to neutralize the most recent attempt to put an end to my quest and the guildmaster of Treviso in Antiva. I pray your tenure in Amaranthine is a short and victorious one. I miss having you at my side. Not to mention over me and under me, naked and... Apologies, I got carried away. Be safe my dear warden. Camping in a tent while avoiding the Crows is just not the same without you at my side.

Z."

"Zev,

I hope you're safe. Things here are... weird. Not to mention gross, disturbing and... difficult. It is nothing at all like it was before we stopped the Blight. My companions here are... harder to tolerate or even like really than those we once travelled with.

I enjoy talking with Segrun, a female dwarf from the Legion of the Dead. She's like a breath of fresh air compared to some of the others. Oghren hasn't changed much and is going to be a father, though Felsi had to come here to confront him for leaving her or I would never have known. There's also a mad female Dalish mage who if I wasn't desperate for help I might have killed outright. (Don't worry, I won't kill her, though she is the rudest person I've ever met. Yes, even more so than Morrigan.)

I think I mentioned another mage yes? His name is Anders and though pleasant enough, I can't help but think he has a lot of secrets he hides behind deflection and bad jokes. There are two others in my misfit group but I hesitate to mention them. Perhaps next time.

How goes your hunt? You mentioned enlisting the aid of a friend in your last letter. I hope she's as good as you say and trustworthy. I got the impression she might not hesitate to serve up a little payback for how you parted from her the last time you were together.

Dreadfully sweet poetry? Really love, anything you pen would greatly lift my spirits. I cannot convey how dreary things are, though I sense we're nearing the end of the troubles here. When my work is complete, I am coming to join you in Antiva. I am weary of darkspawn and broodmothers (don't ask), and I want nothing more than to hold you in my arms.

Ti amo,

Avery"

"My dear Grey Warden,

Broodmothers? If I did not know you as well as I do, I might think you were toying with me. Alas, your tone was enough to convince me you are quite serious and it worries me.

Truly? You wish me to write you a poem? Hmm. Braska, I am interrupted. I will think on it and compose something suitable.

I have returned! Quite exhilarating that was. But you had asked for a poem and this is what I have for you.

When I faltered, my life was forfeit

When I failed, your hand was there

When I shared, you didn't judge me

When I fell, your touch was fair

Am I dreaming, am I deceived

Does he mock me, I cannot say

Then you kissed me, a dance I play

You asked for more, my heart was hard

I looked for tricks, they were not there

I know not this dance, I gave a token

You didn't press, my heart was warming

Can this be real, I think, ti amo

You smile, it's true

Tis a blessing, mi amor

You whisper, I love you, and I am yours.

Sincerely, I do not believe it is my best attempt. Perhaps I should just borrow from those more talented no? I hope your troubles in Amaranthine conclude soon. I wait with bated breath to hear from you again. Isabella and I have defeated the guildmaster here in Seleny and are moving on to Rialto. A pleasant coastal city closer to Antiva city but not too close. I am looking forward to a nice bowl of fish chowder and an indulgent amount of Antivan brandy, though I would much prefer to share these things with you.

Ti amo Avery,

Z."

"Zev,

Your poem is beautiful and exactly what I needed when it arrived. I mentioned there were two others here with me in Amaranthine last time? They are... unconventional, to say the least but are committed to stopping the darkspawn. One is Nathaniel Howe, yes that Howe and no, I am not crazy. I conscripted him and he has earned my trust if not my loyalty. I may even recommend he take over here when this business is done.

The other is a... how do I say this? We ended up in the Fade while looking for a missing Grey Warden. He was dead and when the blood mage we confronted sent us back, a spirit of Justice came with us (entirely by accident), and inhabited the Grey Warden's body. Yes, it is as creepy as it sounds but it didn't seem right to let him just wander off alone. Honestly, I've no idea what to do about him or if I even can do anything.

I am all right Zev, but I admit I get tired of being trapped in the Fade against my will. I hope you are safe and that your beloved fish chowder was delicious. Have another brandy for me, sadly all the Warden's have here is cheap whiskey and even cheaper wine.

Love,

Avery"

"Avery,

What do you mean you conscripted a Howe? A spirit of Justice? Your description reminds me of the mortalitasi in Nevarra. I do not like this amor. Also, I get the feeling things are much worse there than you have led me to believe, though I hope that is just my imagination and you are not holding something back.

Isabella has had to disappear for a time and I have left Rialto and am staying in a small village further inland. Things did not go well in Rialto but the fish chowder was just as I remembered it.

Do not worry about me amor, I am safe enough and it seems to me you have more than enough to deal with. I intend to remain here until Isabella returns as it is too dangerous to venture out on my own.

You liked my poem? Truly? Ah, ti amo you flatter me. Perhaps while I am here I shall attempt another one, better this time. Oh, I must go. The farmer has need of me. Keep yourself safe amor, I wish to see you safe and whole when you return to me.

Z."

"My Warden,

It has been two months since I last heard from you and I am worried. Isabella has returned to Rialto but we have made no plans as I am not at my best with worry for you. How can I plot my revenge on the Crows if I do not know what may have befallen you?

Please write soon ti amo. I am sending a second letter with this one, addressed to whoever might have answers for me. I hope they will be able to help.

Continued on AO3

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I returned to New York after the Gettysburg patients were either sent home or transferred back to their units. Reuniting with Henry and Rachel was bittersweet. I missed them dearly, but of course, it was heartbreaking to share the news of dear Joseph.

I continued to receive letters from David every week like clockwork, but they stopped after two months. I assumed there was just a delay, but a few days turned into a few weeks, and I started panicking, fearing the worst and crying nearly every night.

Until he came home.

I was on my way home from town when I saw him alight from a coach. My heart had never felt so light! I quickened my pace until he saw me, at which point, I ran into his arms.

"I promised I would come home to you," he whispered as he held me tight.

He then kissed me, and it was not a kiss I ever wanted to end.

He explained that I was right: that the war was ending and that President Lincoln and General Sherman essentially had it under control.

A few months later, William returned home as well. Soon after, David and I were married. Ten years prior, I would have laughed if anyone would have suggested that. But he was so changed. He was tender, gentle, kind, passionate[hehe, you weren't supposed to know that part]...

After we were married, David asked me if I was happy. Of course I was! We were both sad that Joseph couldn't be there.

"So what comes next, time traveler?" he asked.

"Well we were not part of history."

He suggested we change that, with a cheeky grin, and then asked what happens after the war. I sigh and tell him about how the president is assassinated and his successor essentially does everything opposite of what Lincoln would have done.

David then comes up with one of the most reckless ideas he had ever had. And I am including going back to war with a serious injury.

"And how do you suppose we do that?"

"Simple," he shrugged. "You know where he will be and when, and we just persuade him to not go."

"Oh yeah," I snort. "So simple. And how do you propose we gain access to the most powerful man in America?"

He stopped to think, and as I imagined the Secret Service swarming the president, I realized that the Secret Service as I knew it in the future had yet to exist. I had a plan.

We went to Washington in early April. As I knew would happen, Lincoln was reelected. Not long after his second inauguration, the fall of Atlanta and the end of the war were announced. The exact date was hazy for me, but we went to the theater every night after the announcement until we ran into President and Mrs. Lincoln.

As the sun was setting, we approached and greeted them. It was way easier than I had expected, but then times were different. David introduced us and remarked that we were there for his address in Gettysburg.

"I remember you, young man," he said. "And you were the brave young woman acting like a doctor."

I was surprised he remembered David, let alone me. We hadn't even said "hello" to one another.

"Mr. President," I started, "I implore you, please do not attend this theater tonight."

He was taken aback and momentarily speechless. I took the chance to go further.

"Mr. President, there is an actor named Booth who intends to assassinate you tonight."

"Which Booth?" Mary asked.

Oh, right. He had brothers.

"John Wilkes Booth."

"And how do you know this?" the president asked, suspicion growing on his face.

"It will sound crazy," I said, taking a deep breath, "but the same way I know that you just created the Secret Service and that Napoleon very nearly supported the Confederacy."

His eyes widened in shock.

"How on Earth could you have known that?"

"Is she a spy?"

"I assure you both," David interjected, "that she is not a spy. We, meaning my family and I, thought she was insane when she told us the southern states would start seceding."

He continued on explaining how everything I had told them, as unlikely and insane as it all sounded, was true.

"Mr. President, please," I pleaded. "In the year two-thousand and twenty-one, you are widely regarded as the greatest president the nation has ever had."

I explain how his Vice President would give control back to the southern states, thereby allowing them to create a legal system that was close to slavery all over again.

"If I can keep that from happening, I think the future could be brighter than the one I lived."

In the end, the president agreed not to attend the play that night. Med were dispatched to find Booth on an "anonymous tip," and he confessed to his plot.

"Now what?" David asked a few nights later.

"I know about as much as you do now," I smiled. "I am more than happy to live in ignorance of the future, so long as that future is with you."

He smiled back, took my face in his hands, and kissed me for a very long time.

David was offered a position in the Lincoln administration, but he opted to return home and run for office himself, which surprised everyone.

He became a successful state senator and then a successful governor. I decided to work on an old passion from another life and took up writing, though my stories were not much to the stylistic preferences of 19th century publishers. Though I did make a name for myself playing piano, both solo and as an accompaniment to orchestras and plays.

When he was 45, David ran for President. I and our children were, of course, fully supportive, as was William. Henry and Rachel would have been immensely proud. He won.

Henry had given William half of the earnings on his railroad and telegraph investments, and my brother-in-law made his own career of investing. Then he started a bank.

I mentioned our children. David and I were blessed with two charming boys and a beautiful little girl. Henry was the oldest and had a talent for the arts, not unlike his father, who continued to draw and paint. Oliver had a brilliant mind and followed in David's footsteps, though he went with a law career before politics. Our youngest, Elizabeth, became a doctor and a poet.

We lived with Henry and Rachel until they passed, both from a bout of what you would know as pneumonia. Then the house was ours, as William was living in New York City.

I watched my beloved husband transform New York and the nation in inspiring ways. The day he died was the worst of my life, but I followed not long after.

My story became somewhat of a family legend: my children, their children, and so on were well aware of my connection to the future. The journal I had written in when I arrived in the 19th century, which contained both what I knew of the time and what my life had been before, has been carefully locked away, treasured by those in Oliver's direct line. Henry had one son who died of the Spanish Flu before he married. Elizabeth had four children, but she thought it best that the family history stay with the one making history.

The Baldwin House, as it became known, was turned into a museum by Oliver's children. People came from all over the country to see how two of the country's most notable presidents lived. David's paintings of his wife and children were hung throughout the house.

His presidential library was constructed across the street, with a public library built right next to it. That was to honor me, as I had written that libraries were important to me and that I had wanted to be a librarian in my past life.

I had been terrified of being stuck in the past and not being able to get home to the 21st century. But along the way, I found home in the 19th and with a man it turns out I couldn't live without. It did not take long for me to stop missing the technology I had grown accustomed to. While I did miss my family, I believed they were still happy. I had to believe they even still existed after we changed history.

My former life had been full of depression and anxiety and also love and passion (not that kind, unfortunately). My new life in the past was perfection.

The End.

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