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gawkingatyourface · 9 months ago

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Sweetest Tail | one

summary: A new recruit, Sas joined the Hazbin Hotel after the extermination which made Charlie so happy that she was jumping with joy. This new recruit took the whole crew to their only family that was outside of Pentagram City. Not realizing what they were getting into or more like whom they'll meet.

pairing: Lucifer x fem!reader , Alastor x fem!reader , Azrael x fem!reader

warnings: blood, death, cursing, angst

notes: Hi everyone :D I got so much love on the preview that I'm so happy that you guys really enjoyed it! I've been working on this series to make it as best as i can do it. So here's the first part so hope you like it! it will be a bit different from the show so here it is! Enjoy ! Feedback is appreciated! <3

EONS AGO

[Y/N] stood in front of several angels that were standing in her way as well as the gates of Heaven that wouldn't open for her. She eyed them all with anger and betrayal especially towards one.

One that she never thought would betray her.

He did.

The last memory she had was of feeling cold and lifeless in her home. She remembers seeing her little brother above her with tears in his eyes as his voice faded from her ears. He was the only person that was always by her side. She would miss him a lot. That was when she was on earth.

After that, she woke up in a dark place. The sky that used to be baby blue with white clouds all over now was black with red clouds. She was confused as to what this place is. She got up and walked around to see it so deserted. No one else was there.

Only her.

She felt so alone.

She sighed as she ran her finger thru her hair but stopped once she noticed something different. She gripped on her ears? She gasped as she tighten her grip and felt her body feel some sort of tingle. She let go of it but then she noticed something behind her. She slightly turned to see fluffy, white tails.

Tails?!

She had nine tails attached to her back. Her eyes widen as she twirled around like a dog trying to catch its tail. She stopped as she was getting a headache of all this. This was just too confusing for her. She didn't know where she was at and now she had ears and tails.

She knew that standing here wouldn't help her so she decided to look around this place that would soon be her home.

After a few years, she found out that was in hell or what she calls it "Wrathifuca". She became Queen of Wrathifuca since she was the first one that had shown up and decided to make this her own place to rule. Several more years, more sinners showed up that eventually became her warriors. She was vicious, powerful yet understanding.

Well, sometimes.

Most of them wanted to duel her for her crown which she gave everyone a chance to take her throne.

None never could.

Wrathifuca and Heaven would always butt heads.

Until he came along.

[Y/N] had gone up to Heaven for a meeting with God. She didn't like being in Heaven. She felt like an outsider, a freak. They all were so nice and sweet to her. She knew that most of people had good intentions but there were certain ones that didn't.

She had the meeting with God alongside some higher ups that disliked her. The meeting didn't last long since her nor God ever came to an understanding.

As she made her way out, she bumped onto someone. She was about to fall until she felt arms around her waist, making her avoid falling on her ass. She cursed under her breath at how stupid she must of looked.

"You know that you shouldn't curse when your up here." A dark, cocky voice was heard.

She rolled her eyes as she looked up at her savior which caused her to stop her breathing.

She met these eyes. These gold-colored eyes that were staring into hers.

"What you falling for me already Queen of Wrathifuca?"

His comment made her scoff as she pushed him away, keeping a distance from him.

She glanced at him before walking off, wanting to go back home but once she took several steps, her head met his chest. She groaned as she was gonna step away once again, but she felt her body being pulled by him once again. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body against his. No space between their bodies which he wanted ever since he saw her.

"What is up with you?! Let me go!" She said as she stared up at him with a glare that would make anyone run off in terror.

"Not happening, wifey."

"Wifey?! What the-"

"Nuh uh! Remember what I said, no cursing here."

She rolled her eyes and looked away. She didn't know what's his deal and why he wouldn't let her leave.

"Can you please let me go so I can go home?"

"Hmm...nope."

Her eyes flared up as she looked up at him, not believing at how he's behaving.

"What do you mean nope? Who are you anyway?!"

His lips curved into a smile as he closer to her face making her back away.

"The name is Azrael wifey. Don't forget it."

She rolled her eyes.

"Already forgot it."

She watched as one of her tails slammed him against the wall, knowing that it'll take him a while to get to her. She quickly ran off to get out there. She knew that Heaven was trouble. Real trouble. Yet, once she got back home; she couldn't forget his name nor his gold eyes that she grew to admire.

The same with him; he missed her so much. He loved her glare. Her beautiful eyes. Her voice. Just everything about her. He had first saw her when she got there in Heaven and he couldn't help but keep his eyes on her. She was so magnificent and beautiful like a forbidden fruit that he couldn't have.

But he would have her. No matter what, she would be his.

As time went by, [Y/N] would get unexpected visits from Azrael. Her sinners were defending her from him which they wouldn't stand a chance against him. She knew that so she had told them to back away. She knew instantly that he was very powerful and there was no way that her bodyguards wouldn't stand a chance.

Every visit from him, he would just watch her do her duties or just rant to her about how boring Heaven is.

She didn't know why he felt so comfortable with her or why bother telling her all this.

She was so confused yet she didn't mind his presence.

After so many visits, she grew comfortable with him. He would always make her laugh with his jokes and stories about heaven with Michael and Gabriel.

Even some of the sinners were familiar with him every time he came over to see her.

Azrael would sometimes get jealous over some of the sinners getting too close to [Y/N]. He knew that it'll take for her to accept him but there's only so much that he can take.

His possessiveness and jealousy sometimes overtook him.

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a smile.

"What? I can't come here and check if you sinners are behaving."

She rolled her eyes as she turned around.

"That's nothing for you to worry about."

"That is true but I am worried about something else."

She let out a sigh as she regretted her next words.

"And what would that be?"

She didn't hear anything which confused her since he always had a comment. But she felt something. She looked up to see him in front of her. Giving her his famous smile as he had one of his hands on top of her head, patting her ears and hair. She wanted to growl at him so bad. To snap his hand off her yet his touch made her feel something. Something in her gut that was telling her to not stop him.

Before she could say anything, she finally heard his voice.

"I'm worried about my wifey."

That word again.

That name that he would always call her. It irked her that he would call her that. He had no right to yet her heart melted when he would say it.

"I-i'm not your wifey!" She yelled at him as her ears were turning red alongside her face.

"You will be."

"Wha-"

Before she could yell at him, she felt his lips against her in a deep kiss. Her eyes widen as she tried to push him again but he wouldn't let her. She felt her back against the wall while her mouth was being devoured by him. She could easily push him away if she really wanted to.

His touch did something to her. Made her feel something she never felt before.

After a while of their heavy make out session, he finally pulled away from her lips.

Both gasping for air as they stared into each other's eyes.

"You will always be my wifey. That will never change." He said it with a deeper voice as he placed both of his hands on her face, making her stare into his eyes.

"This will never work."

"It will, my wifey."

She rolled her eyes with a smile on her face which he loved so much.

He couldn't help but smash his lips against her once again, making her giggle at him. His lips curved into a smile, wanting nothing more than to hear more of her sounds.

But she was right.

It was never gonna work.

Once heaven found out about her and Azrael's relationship, a war was coming to Wrathifuca. Something that [Y/N] knew was bound to happen. She knew that being with him would have this effect.

Effect her home. Her sinners.

What she didn't expect was that Azrael was the one that gave the order to the exorcists.

Earlier that day, she had a very surprised guest visiting.

It was Sera.

[Y/N] had heard of her and has had meetings with her before. But this was too unexpected since she would of never gone down there.

She knew that something was happening. She felt it in her whole body.

"[Y/N], your and Azrael's relationship has to come to an end."

"And who are you to decide that?"

"I didn't. I'm just here to let you know about what's to come if you don't."

[Y/N] rolled her eyes.

"And what is that?"

"War. The exorcists are coming to kill you all."

[Y/N] frowned as she stood up from her throne and glared at Sera.

"Why you-"

Sera held out a hand.

"I'm just the messenger. The one that did the order was your beloved Azrael."

Her eyes widen at what Sera had just told her.

"No. It can't be him. You're lying!"

"I am not, [Y/N]. He's one of the leaders and part of the organization that created the exorcists."

[Y/N]'s mind was going everywhere. She didn't know what to say or think. The person that she had fallen for had betrayed her.

"I want him to tell me. Not you Sera."

"He's forbidden to come here anymore, but I will show you."

Suddenly, a shiny, portal appeared next to Sera as some sort of video was playing.

It showed Azrael with Sera and Lute.

"Sir, what are our next move?"

"Go down and destroy them all. They all deserve to die. Don't leave any survivors. Understood."

"Yes sir."

That's all that [Y/N] needed as she turned to Sera and told her to leave and never show in front of her face again.

Sera disappeared as [Y/N] was lost in thought thinking about what to do.

But she didn't have much time.

As her home was being destroyed, so was her heart. She knew that all this time yet she hoped for a different solution.

If only.

She decided to fight one more time before she disappeared. She had dealt with the exorcists before. For many eons. It was different now. Now she had a broken heart after knowing the truth so now her wrath was out and no one could stop her.

Especially as she saw her family, her sinners dead in front of her. For protecting her.

Her hands turned into fists as her true form came out and absolutely destroyed every angel that was in her sight.

They killed her home. Her sinners.

It didn't take long after they were all dead.

She was filled with blood. Her chest breathing heavily as she was hurting. It didn't show on the outside but inside, she was dead. She glared at the red sky, knowing that they are watching her. She shook her head and turned around to see several survivors kneeling down to her. She gave them a small smile before giving them a signal.

"I'm no longer gonna be Queen of Wrathifuca. Just a normal sinner like the rest. You can follow me and live a quiet life. Or you choose your own path. It's your own decision. I won't get upset from your decision."

She watched them as they all agreed to stay with her. She gave them a nod and smile as she made her way out of the city that she had cared for. Now, she had to leave it for someone else to take care of it. She gave it one last look before leaving it forever for the next King or Queen that will take over.

Not realizing that someone was watching her from above.

Azrael's fists kept slamming on the desk as he felt nothing but pain. He couldn't believe that Sera had given his exorcists the decision to destroy that place. The place that was owned by his beloved. His wifey. His [Y/N].

He was gonna go to her. He needed to see her. To explain to her.

"You will not go there Azrael."

He froze as he turned around to see Sera and Lute. He glared at them both as he laughed.

"And why the fuck not?!"

"No cursing Azrael-"

"Shut it Sera. You did this! You went and told her didn't you! You did all this!"

Sera sighed as she nodded at him.

"It had to be done Azrael."

"Why Sera!? Why did it had to go this way?!"

"Because she was changing you sir!" Lute suddenly said as she was getting frustrated. "You wouldn't be around anymore. Always going down there with that bitch!"

Azrael's glared even more.

"You shut it bitch before I make it worse for you."

"Azrael enough. We all decided that this is what's best for you both."

"By making her hate me forever? By not seeing her at all?!"

"Yes. If you want a partner, there are many here-"

"Sera if you don't stop talking, I'll do something to you."

Sera sighed as she turned around, about to leave.

"It was bound to happen Azrael. Nothing was gonna be different. She was bound to find out. Even if you had told her, you think she'd react differently. She's a sinner. Will always be."

Azrael watched her and Lute walking out of his office. He gripped on his hair as he started to destroy his whole office. Smashing and tearing things apart. He was losing his mind. He couldn't see her. Couldn't be near her. He needed to know if she was okay. Needed to explain to her.

It was like she was the reason why he was breathing. Why he would smile and enjoy his life because of her. She made it worthwhile.

He sat in the corner as he watched into space with his room all destroyed. He leaned his head back as he took off a small box from a hidden box that was underneath the floor tiles. He opened it to reveal a beautiful ring that was for her.

His wifey. His one and only.

"I will find you again, my wifey. Please wait for me." He whispered as he kissed the ring with a tear rolling down his face.

After that night, [Y/N] had found a deserted area with a rough up building. She stared at it with wonder as she looked back at her family. Giving them a smile and telling them her plan which they agreed. So, they all started to build a safe haven for her and her sinners-family. She wouldn't lose anyone anymore. She made an oath that she will never let anyone die because of her.

She opened this café that was open for anyone. It was outside of the city, miles away from anyone. Only certain sinners knew about it. As long as they didn't cause any trouble, then it was fine with her.

She lived a quiet life yet she was still so broken from what happened. She made sure to never be found. Not from Sera, the new King and Queen of Hell, and him. Most definitely him.

She had heard of Lucifer and Lilith ruling Hell. They had even changed her home's name. She didn't care. She wasn't a ruler anymore. But this place will always be Wratifuca. No matter what, but she didn't mind Hell. It had a good ring to it.

She had several stories about Lucifer and how he was an angel but fell because he disagreed with Heaven so then he became a fallen angel. He arrived with Lilith and together they ruled Hell.

[Y/N] couldn't care less at how Hell had become. More sinners showed up and it got so chaotic. So much had changed but it wasn't her responsibility anymore. She now had a quiet life with her café and family.

One night, she had an unexpected visit.

Someone she never expected to find especially in hell.

It was her brother, Sas.

He was a three-tailed lion that was taller than her. She couldn't believe it was him. She gave him a big hug as he cried about how he had missed her so much. She agreed with him at how bad she had missed him as well.

Yet, she was confused as to why he got sent to Hell. From what she remembered, he was a good boy. Never did anything wrong unlike her. She was always the bad child in the family. She had done so many horrible things that some not even her brother knew. She intends to stay that way, but once Sas explained what had happened once she died. It made more sense why he was there with her.

She didn't care. She was happy that she had him now. He stayed with her for a while until he suddenly disappeared. She worried for him but knew that she couldn't hold him down. He will always be her little brother but he had his own life there in Hell. So she would wait for him there at her café.

But her quiet life would soon change.

With unexpected people and familiar faces...

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docdetective · 1 month ago

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In The Woods Somewhere

Logan was slumped over the couch in an unoccupied cabin he had found the night before, a bottle of bourbon in one hand. From what he had seen, the area was remote enough. There weren't any other cabins in the area, and if there were, they were probably empty at this time of year. He could admit to himself the luxury of a real bed would be a nice change while its owners were away, and it was early in the winter season.

He explored the small building quickly. A living and kitchen area with a banged up plaid couch, a wood stove for both heat and cooking, and a simple table. One door led to a bedroom with a double bed, another to a tiny rough bathroom. Logan winced at his reflection in the mirror above the sink. Dirt streaks all over his clothes, his hair grown to his shoulders. He let his claws come out and started hacking at his hair.

After his hair was back to a reasonably short length, he slumped down on the bed,pulled the heavy quilt over his body, and closed his eyes, letting all of the air out of his lungs in an attempt to relax. His thoughts started straying to Jean, the team, and he sat up, swung his legs over the bed, and stalked to the kitchen to grab another couple of bottles, chugging both before passing out before his liver could catch up.

A few hours later, he awoke, and stared at the bottle in his hand, the other empty on the floor, before setting it down with a sigh. The memories that he couldn't shake from his mind had been relentless last night, and no amount of alcohol could drown them out, especially with his healing factor. He needed to move, to get out of the cabin, to do something. He came out here to suffer, and here he was trying to be normal again.

Andi, meanwhile, was completing her preflight routine on her plane, ready to head slightly north and work her way down to the coordinates of the claw marks from the air. She wanted to double check her maps were correct, and that there weren't any buildings, or other strange activity, in the area. If there were any camps, that would certainly indicate poaching. Heaven forbid the marks came from an injured animal.

Andi was making smooth grids in the air, flying low enough to see the terrain clearly. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; no camps pitched, no other cabins except hers and the summer home, which still looked unoccupied. She decided it was worth checking the summer cabin from the ground.

Landing her plane back at her house, she grabbed her pack and began hiking toward the summer cabin. The strange marks were still bugging her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, something that should have been easily explainable wasn’t, and that didn’t sit well with her.

Logan continued his sulk through the woods, moving forward with determination but no real goal in sight. He growled at the sky as another plane flew overhead, the engine noise fading away after what felt like an eternity. For the last two hours, it had been nonstop. At first, he had been on edge, but now, he was more annoyed than anything. No one knew he was here, and there was no one around to see the marks he had left on the trees. It had been some time since he'd had any unfortunate encounters with humans, the last being two weeks ago in a small town, over illegal fishing, and that suited him just fine.

His nose caught a scent, distinct and out of place among the usual smells of pine, snow, and cold air. It was a person, but certainly not a woodsman like he might have expected. Logan went on alert, instincts kicking in as he circled back towards it. His curiosity was piqued, but the remoteness of the area made him suspicious. Who the hell was out here?

As Andi trekked through the woods, the sound of rustling leaves and snapping branches caught her attention. She paused, narrowing her eyes and adjusting her pack, ready to face whatever might be there. Moving quietly, her footsteps barely made a sound as she approached the source.

Suddenly, she locked eyes with a man, half hidden behind a tree, his hand clenched in a fist by his side. He was wearing a tan coat, zipped up against the cold, jeans, and boots, he looked like any other woodsman sticking out the winter in the bush, except the fact he looked a little too picture perfect ideal. Normally, they were skinny little weasel men, putting up a tough front but backed up with nothing but a gun and his friends. This man was tall, and broad, and probably had a hell ton of muscle under that coat. His hair was wild, sticking up on both sides, with no hat, no greasy slick. She felt like suddenly she was in a movie, nobody actually looked like this in the middle of nowhere. She stopped, her muscles tensing as she took him in.

He did the same, surprised by the eye contact, the fact it was a woman. A very pretty woman, her eyes showing some surprise, but seeing no weapon on him probably put her at ease. If only she knew how much more dangerous he was than a gun. He looked her over, brow drawn together, hands stuffed tightly in pockets. She was very well equipped for the weather, hardy boots, pants, jacket, backpack. He noted no weapon on her, either, and his eyes met hers once again.

She took a step towards him, but there was still a guarded wariness in his eyes that made her pause.

Andi was the first to speak, her voice friendly and confident, masking any of the unease that had been nagging at her since she first saw those marks. “Didn’t expect to run into anyone out here,” she said, a hint of curiosity in her tone. “This place is usually pretty deserted this time of year.”

Logan eyed her warily, his gruff exterior making itself show. “Could say the same,” he replied, his voice low and rough. He hadn’t expected to meet anyone, especially someone who seemed so at ease in the wilderness. “What are you doing out here?”

“Work,” Andi answered with a shrug, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I track wildlife for the Forest Service. Helps keep the ecosystem in balance, you know?”

Logan grunted in response, not particularly interested in small talk but unable to just walk away either. It was strange, someone being out here in the dead of winter, especially a woman. It wasn’t that he doubted her capability, but he couldn’t help the protective instinct that flared up, even though he barely knew her. “You’re not worried about being out here alone?” he asked, his tone gruffer than he intended.

Her friendly smile dropped and he sensed the hint of wariness. “Should I be?”

He raised an eyebrow at that. “Bears aren’t the only things up here. The only people around this time of year aren’t usually friendly.”

“I can take care of myself.” she said, meeting his gaze without flinching. There was something in her eyes, a knowing look that made him pause. It wasn’t arrogance, but rather a deep-seated confidence that came from experience. She wasn’t just bluffing, she believed it.

For a moment, Logan considered turning away, leaving her to her work and retreating back to his solitude.

“I’m Andi” she said, extending a hand.

Logan stared at her hand for a moment before finally taking it. “Logan,” he said gruffly.

“Nice to meet you, Logan,” Andi replied, her smile genuine. “I’ve got a cabin not too far from here. If you ever need anything, feel free to stop by.”

He nodded, still a bit taken aback by her friendliness. It had been so long since anyone had treated him like a normal person, without fear or suspicion. She didn’t seem to be fazed by his gruffness, even though he knew she must be more discerning with many others. If not, she certainly wouldn't still be standing in front of him alone. It was strange, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

As she turned to leave, Andi glanced back at him, her eyes lingering on the direction she had come from. “By the way,” she said casually, “you wouldn’t happen to have seen any weird animal behavior up here, would you? I’ve noticed some unusual signs, and I’m trying to figure out what’s going on.”

Logan kept his face impassive. “Can’t say I have.”

She nodded slowly, as if considering his words. “I’ll keep looking,” she said, her tone thoughtful. But there was a glint in her eyes that told him she wasn’t entirely convinced.

With a nod in his direction, Andi turned and headed back toward her cabin, leaving Logan standing there, more unsettled than he’d care to admit. He watched her go, her figure disappearing into the trees.

Logan walked away, slightly confused. He should have been angry at the fact the area was, in fact, inhabited, and he’d need to move that night before she suspected anything. She hadn’t seemed alarmed at his appearance, not even at the fact he definitely looked like he was one of the wild woodsmen he had warned her about. He stopped at the riverbank and sighed as he caught his reflection. Filthy, beard far overgrown, those damned cowlicks sticking straight out from his head. How she hadn’t immediately run away, he didn't know.

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deans-baby-momma · 2 years ago

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LAW AND LOVE

A/N: Just posting to see if there is any interest......

"You've got to be kidding me!" I groan as I eye the deflated tire on my car. "I don't have time for this. Seriously!"

After my 10 hour shift at the restaurant, the last thing I wanted to be doing at dusk was changing a flat. I was exhausted and just needed a good soak in the tub. With a large glass of wine. Red. Hell, forget the glass, give me the whole dang bottle.

I press the slide key in to unlock the trunk and open the hatch to pull out the spare and jack when I see shattered glass on the ground around my vehicle. The fucking passenger window is completely busted.

"Oh fuck me!" I sigh as I leave the rear of the car to go inspect the damage.

Looking through the window I can see the center console is up, where I kept all my spare change and different odds and ends. My console is the equivalent of a junk drawer in someone's home. The glove compartment is not only open but hanging precariously from its hinges, the contents scattered across the seat and floorboard.

"What the hell…." I ask no one in particular as I pull my phone out to call 9-1-1.

"Helena Emergency Services," the operator answers after a half ring.

"Yes, I need to report a break-in and request police assistance."

"What's your address ma'am?"

"I'm in the parking lot on 3rd and Independence. Someone broke into my car," I explained.

"Okay, I have an officer in the area and have paged him to your location."

"Thank you," I sigh as I run a hand down my face. This is the last thing I need to happen!

"Ma'am, do you need me to stay in the line? Do you think the perp is still in the area?"

"Uh…..oh….um…I don't know," I say as I scan the area. "I don't think so. It's pretty deserted right now."

"Okay. The sheriff is only about 2 minutes away so if you feel safe, I'll go ahead and hang up."

"Yea," I smile in thanks, although I know the operator cannot see me. "Thank you for your help."

The line goes dead and I slip the phone back into my pocket and cross my arms as I await the cop coming to take my report.

Wait, did she say Sheriff? Even though this screws up my day I didn't think it was crucial enough to elicit the Sheriff. I'm sure he has more important things to take care of than a car break-in. But she did say he was in the area so maybe it's just a case of who was closest.

I kick at the gravel and small shards of glass as I wait. In no time at all, an older model faded red truck pulls in. I can see there is only one occupant in the cab and I hold my breath, hoping and praying that it's not the perp coming back.

I watch warily as the man in the pickup parks and gets out. He steps out of the truck and I hold my breath as he reaches back into the cab. Is he grabbing the weapon that will be my demise?

Thankfully, he pulls out a beige Stetson and proceeds to sit it on his head. As he approaches, I can't help but notice his bow-legged cowboy stride. How appropriate for Montana.

I let out a shaky breath as the badge on his belt shines in the early evening light. 'Oh thank God, it's the sheriff!' I tell myself.

"What seems to be the problem sweetheart?" he asks and I swear to the heavens that every bone in my body melts at the cadence of his honeyed voice.

'Problem? The only problem I have is you're not inside me, fucking me raw.'

I clear my throat and my gutter of a mind and try to remember what my original complaint was. As the sheriff steps closer, I hear the crunch of glass under his boots and it dawns on me.

"Someone decided to break into my car," I tell him as we both survey the damage. I can't stop myself from sneaking glances in his direction. He was a very gorgeous man (can you call a man gorgeous?) His bone structure is impeccable; his profile is perfect.

“Have you noticed anything missing?” he asks but I can’t seem to pull myself away from staring. When he turns his head and his forest green eyes meet mine, I realize he’d spoken to me. Is that a smile in his expression? Can eyes smile?

“Oh…um…what?” I respond, embarrassingly.

“Have you noticed if anything has been taken, Miss……?” he questions again, subtly asking for my name.

“Oh, uh no?” I answer, not sure because I hadn’t really been paying attention. “And you can call me Y/N, Officer.” Two can play that game.

“Okay. Well, Y/N. I’m Sheriff Beau Arlen but you can call me Beau,” he replies. “Is there anyone with a vendetta against you? Anyone you can think of who might want to cause you trouble?”

“Just an ex in a couple states over,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders. “But I doubt he’d travel all this way. Too much work and it would take away from his hobbies.”

“And what hobbies would that be?”

“Other than sleeping with anyone other than me, he plays online video games. He has made it his life mission to conquer every player alive.”

“Well Y/N, I must say this ex of yours sure seems like he’s got a few screws loose,” Beau tells me, looking straight at me.

“More than a few,” I laugh. “But yea, I seriously doubt he’d put the energy into coming to Helena to break into my car. Hell, he doesn’t even know what kind of vehicle I drive now anyways.”

“Okay, so we can rule the idiot ex out,” Beau determines. “Anyone else?”

“Well, I’ve only been here for a little over a month and other than a pissy customer, no. But I don’t think it would warrant this.”

“Hmmm, so we moved to town at about the same time, huh?”

“You’re new too?” I ask, with a tilt of my head. “How did you become Sheriff so quickly?”

“I’m the interim sheriff until the actual sheriff gets back on his feet,” he explains and then pulls out a notepad. “So I’m guessing I need to take down some information.”

I nod as I contemplate the way he swiftly transformed into his Sheriff role. ‘What is he hiding? He shut the conversation down quickly and deftly.’ I give him my contact information and a list of what I could remember that was in the vehicle, then he offered me a ride home; which I took because my new home was on the other side of town.

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea04056140561 @delightfullykrispypeachch @larajadeschmidt133 @atc744 @vicariouslythruspnspn @squirrelnotsamm @sandlee444 @blacktithe77 @hoboal87 @mogarukee @deanwanddamonsns @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi827878 @lyarr244 @kazsrm677 @chriszgirl922

#law and love #jensen ackles #big sky #beau arlen #montana #helena

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luckylolabug · 2 months ago

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Tagged by the lovely @starwritingbri <3 <3 1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 17, after I yoinked some down. We won't talk about how many WIPs I have that aren't posted haha.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 150,958

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Uhh, multifandom girlie here so. Lockwood & Co, the DCU, Yuri on Ice, I currently have a folder of Six of Crows stuff getting ready for Whumptober but they're not posted yet, sometimes I one off and write stuff for Star Wars or TAZ: Balance. Ive got a big project going for Heartstopper that isnt posted yet, and I have a secondary account for MHA stuff lol. Also some joint stuff for FMA with Bri eventually!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In So Many Words- Yuri!!! on Ice

Sorry, This Page Cannot Be Reached- Yuri!!! on Ice

Slow Dancing in the Dark- Lockwood and Co

Barrels and Bootlegging- Lockwood and Co

Shimmer in the Haze of Winter Lawns- Lockwood and Co

5. Do you respond to comments?

For the most part, yes! I can get behind on them a bit, but I do try and keep up with them because the support is important to me.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't write a TON of angst??? But I want to say Heaven is Not Fit to House a Love Like You and I just for the context. Ask me again once I get my Whumptober stuff up in October and that's going to change, though.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of the stuff I write has happy endings! It's hard to pick just one?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Unfortunately. Weirdly, most of the fandoms I've dabbled in that have reps for being "the worst" have been the nicest to me as far as fics go, but I've gotten some very nasty comments on things for certain fandoms that don't have that kind of reputation. Fan culture is weird. I wish I could say it doesnt affect me buuuuut. There's a reason I stepped back from writing so much L&C and tend to drift with other fandoms more now.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have a few times, and I'm not like. Directly opposed to it? But it's not really my Jam a good 99% of the time and honestly I prefer just keeping most of my stuff Fade to Black or vague and not in depth if it comes up. I like focusing more on other stuff, but I don't think smut is bad either!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not as far as I'm aware. I have like. Some AU type stuff thats "This world but with these characters" but its not a direct crossover where the characters from multiple universes interact. I guess unless youre counting the DCU as a whole but??? Lol?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

To my knowledge, no? But it could have been, I guess.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! But I'd be cool with it! My mom helps me with Spanish in a few things for the Heartstopper project I have going since she's fluent, but those are just a few lines.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not anything POSTED, but eventually that'll change!

14. What is your all-time favorite ship?

Y'all, I am in too many fandoms for this lol. I don't know that I even HAVE an all-time fav that shoots above the rest? I have favs in fandoms, but not as a whole????

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uhhhhh. Probably Barrels and Bootlegging??? I hate even putting this out there but fandom politics and the amount of BS just was draining the hell out of me when I was working on stuff so I don't even really have any plans to go back to finishing any of my stuff for L&C at this point. I'm happier writing other places, right now!

16. What are your writing strengths?

uHHHHHH???? Bri says its details, so I guess that? Putting details into everything?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

All of them. LOL. No, but honestly, I struggle with the editing process most because I think I end up re-writing things a good 5 or 6 times before I decide its fine and even then I struggle after stuff is posted just because I want to try so hard to keep things cohesive and correct. I spend way too much time Googling shit that shouldnt even really matter, but the small things matter to ME.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

The only thing I've really done it with is throwing in some stuff in Spanish, and I was only okay with that because my mom is fluent and offered to look it over for me to make sure it was correct. Otherwise I'm like.....Google Translate is inaccurate a lot and the idea of putting something in a fic that could be WRONG freaks the hell out of my OCD and I can't do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh, jeez. Uhh. Honestly it was either ATLA or the Halo games? I don't fucking know, it was pretty mid 2000s. I still have my log in for FF.net and LiveJ but I dont really want to go look because Im sure I'll hate it.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This feels like a shit answer because it's not POSTED YET. But I really have been eating up everything I've written so far for this "Six of Crows but make it Modern" thing thats sitting at about 40k words right now. So probably that??? If its one that I have POSTED, then I think it's probably one of the 5+1s I did for Yuri on Ice just because those were really fun and light. I'm TERRIBLE at tagging people so uh. @fluffypinkkitties @twiilys and @chibiosaka I guess????

#tag games #fic writing #bugs writes #yuri on ice #lockwood and co #six of crows #heartstopper #fullmetal alchemist #taz balance

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umbralsound-xiv · 9 months ago

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A Frosty Reception.

How long had it been now since i'd gone to Coerthas? Moons, at the very least. Since before Sayuri was taken. I had meant to go, but... I don't know. Going alone, even the very idea felt so... Lonesome. And i'm sure i could have asked Vex or any other to join me, but it wouldn't have been the same... Still. I have to sharpen my skills. It wouldn't do for any of us to let myself get rusty.

In the amidst of the calm fall of snow stretched a violent plume of flame toward the heavens. Would that it could rival a dragon’s fire but no deafening howl or terrifying quake followed suit. In its stead huffed a foul-tempered Ishgardian, particularly at that moment. Mattisaux gripped his sword, jaw taut and gaze forward though tunnel visioned in his thoughts.

Almost as a response to the skyward plume of flame, the snows seem to whip up into a frenzy, harried by the heat. The turn of weather began small, but seemed to grow more fierce with every passing moment, especially as a certain frosty Seeker made her approach. Weapon already in hand, she comes to a standstill as a familiar figure pulls into view, watching, yet still far enough that she couldn't be sure. The glimmer of her ice was undeniable; at least what could be seen through the blizzard.

...What in the hells was that? A dragon, or...? Even if i don't face it, it's probably best to not leave it unchecked.

The man was almost determined to keep to his thoughts, halfheartedly deciding to ignore the sudden whip of wind and snow, but eventually he allowed himself to scan the edge of the Rim he stood. Not that he could see too much in the fuss of the weather but a faint shine of light shone through easily. Light enough to provoke him into channel a wave of astral dark into his blade. Then, in a nearly animalistic growl, “Come out of your hiding lest your head falls off your shoulders.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "You could -try-, but the frost would take you first." She eyes the surge of aether as it swam to him, head inclined, daring to step a few paces closer to lessen the gap between them. "Mattisaux?" Though his name was called with kindness, trepidation laced her tone; nor did she lower her bow.

Naught by the sharp kiss of his teeth sounded in response before his knees bent to leapt at the voice. However, when the figure decided to reveal themselves a small grunt of frustration came out until it all but dissolved. “Bexy?” Lowering his blade just a bit, he squinted. “Come closer…”

A steady breath is drawn as she approaches, given in an exhale as she takes in his features. "I had thought you some fiend. And then, thought you possessed. That is -not- the case… Yes?" The way her eyes settle on him and her bow still does not move an ilm indicates she's not all that certain that it isn't the case.

...I should have known, even if there was no way i could have. Still, something about him seems a little... Off. Best to ensure he's... Of himself, before getting any closer.

Her voice louder and away from the wind and the frost wafting from her bow, it was enough to pull a sigh from his chest and forget all about the aether stored in his weapon. “Not this time, no. Did you intend to slay me otherwise?”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Not outright. Not without questions or some attempt at persuasion." Her wider, more friendly smile makes itself known as she approaches, dismissing her bow to the wind; now no longer howling, curiously enough, the snows fell gently once more. "But i'd be a fool to not be ready to defend myself." Eyeing over the immediate vicinity, and peering hesitantly over the overlook, her icy gaze flits back to his own. "I see no beast. That flame… Was you?"

Seeing that familiar face, and her smile with it, pressed his lips flat though without the derision that usually came along. However, as her bow faded to the aether and the flurry died to its state before left a nasty groan in his throat. “That was me, yes. Is that why you are here?” He turned just a bit to stab his sword into the piled snow, leaving the energy to ‘bleed’ until it fully dissipated. “I remember the last time I saw you emerge from a snow like that but then… it did not fade.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "It didn't. But it was different, back then. Now, i'm simply having the good fortune of crossing paths with a friend. A welcome sight, and a far better one than i had expected. I was simply curious as to what caused it." Her gloved hand gestures upwards at where the flame had been a short moment ago. "I was here to ensure i'd not gotten… Rusty. It's been moons since i've been to Coerthas." She speaks with an uncharacteristic sulk, painted lips briefly downturned before they returned to the friendly face he knew.

I couldn't tell him the relief i felt to stumble across a friend. Of course i could likely go speak to any one of them with barely a moment of notice, but for something so serendipitous... It was nice to see him. But i'd have never told him that. He might think i've gone soft.

Listening to her speak, he simply stared until he turned toward the crater where they stood. In a slight downcast tone, he made another lengthy sigh with a raised brow. “And what has kept you from coming here? I remember something about a bonding ceremony for your little sister; that did not take your entire time did it?”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Nothing. Not… Really. The last few moons have been idle and… Waiting. Sayuri is away on her honeymoon, and has been for some time. I could have gone to train any sun, but… I don't know. It has been so long. Since before she was taken. Even returned and recovered, her aether isn't what it was. Though…" She walks to his side, curiously following his gaze downwards. "That is set to change." Bexy's attention shifts to him again, then. "What of you? Much the same reason as me? Unless you've taken umbrage to the Coerthan weather and seek to cancel it?" The mere suggestion tugs a smirk, brow lofted.

The sound of her steps closer, and more so to the smallest jeer she made, lifted his hand in a tired shrug. “How many times must I remind you that the cold never bothers me? That aside, my reason for being here matters little now that you are here. Were we elsewhere I might offer to serve you tea or a drink.”

How.... Sweet. It's rare i ever feel like this. This... Biting kind of loneliness. Though i'm glad Sayuri is away for nicer reasons, i'll admit she's missed. ...And even if she were back, her aether is still hindered, and i would still likely face Coerthas alone.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "How kind of you. Were there such comforts, they'd be gladly received." Softer, warmer, and almost a little sad, her gaze looks over to him. "I know you don't mind the cold. Mist doesn't either, but she still loathes the snow. I wasn't sure if you were the same."

Mattisaux Baschet: “Mist… I have not thought of her in a long while. What a sour thing to bring up.” Creases formed over his forehead at the mention. “The snow is the best part though my reason for thinking so is not well liked. Though I can assure you, she and I have nothing in common aside from our home. Now let us speak of more pleasant topics, yes?”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "You… Like the snow?" Bexy seems surprised at that, head tilted. "I think you're the first Ishgardian to speak kindly of it. Why?"

Mattisaux Baschet: “It is a pure thing, simply put.” As if he would rather not talk about it, he shrugged his hand as he was wont to do and drew another sigh before he said anything else. “Look at it right here. It blankets everything and covers all with its blinding white shade. When it was only seasonal, calm, wintry nights were a coveted thing but now I know one would say that we are closer to Her grace, not that I care to think much of that. But not only that, you can instantly see when it is blemished."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Pure." She mouths the word as though she'd never spoken it before, leaving it to hang for a short, awkward moment. "There is a calm in it. A peacefulness. Smothering all sound, all colour until there is just… This." A short half-laugh leaves her, gazing down the ravine. "Do you think that's what they feel, when they die by my hand? The cold, and then the silence, the quiet of it all?" A rhetoric question, as she continues on. "…I never held any love for it before i was… Afflicted with it. Blessed with it? Perhaps it warped my mind as well as my features. Regardless, i hold an affinity for it now. It would be rude not to, i think."

Mist hates it. Detests how it has warped her home and people that live there. I often think she feels it's warped me, but... Well, i can't claim to know her thoughts. I don't think i've ever been pure. And now... I'm not sure i could be. I've killed so many. For good reasons, or so i claim. Perhaps it was a mistake to ever strive to better myself. But i have to try... ...Don't i?

Mattisaux Baschet: “Cursed with it, is how I would describe it, but you are a charming girl either way.” He spoke as if his words were common knowledge, moving on as she did, answering the rhetoric just because he wanted to. “I am certain they feel the sear of your cold above all else. I did, especially when you saved me from bleeding in the snow years ago now.” His face tightened a touch. “Mayhap that is why I cannot cast it so easily…”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I used to think i was cursed with it. Perhaps i still am… But lamenting never got me anywhere, save for some bitter poetry. Whatever it is, it's mine, and without it i don't think i'd be standing here, talking to you." There's a small huff of amusement at the mention of her being a 'charming girl', as though in disagreement. "…You're the first it's ever saved, when it hasn't been in direct retaliation to killing someone to save another." A pause, then. "Is… That why you came out here?"

Mattisaux Baschet: “The first and the last I would hope. Sealing a wound with ice is not for the faint of heart,” was all he said for a moment and more. “I have been trying ice for moons now and the most I can do is splinter it in every direction rather than control it. I can never relax and it is directly reflected in every single thing I do… Though as for my reason being here since it seems you will keep asking, I wanted to feel what casting fire was like without needing it, if you understand what I am saying.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…I… Think i do. Here… You're deprived of any aid of it. Any flames here are born in adversity, and wholly your own. I cannot conjure anything besides ice, and yet… Even i don't think i have any helpful advice…" As she speaks, gloved hands raise as though to gesture her futility in any such attempt.

Mattisaux Baschet: “I had a mind to ask you, but for the very reason you stated, I doubt I would find it too useful. It is simply apart of you when I am trying to do something against my very nature… It is not terribly important anyroad.” Despite his statement, frustration laced his tone and knit his demeanor.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "…You can fight and defend yourself and those who matter. But…" She turns to face him then, taking half a step closer as her head cants to the side, hair tumbling over her shoulder. "…It's a point of pride, hm?"

Mattisaux turned to meet her gelid eyes with his, annoyance plain in his words. “It is not pride, I am only learning what it means to cast magic and perhaps… control myself, much to your benefit as you already know. Though -you- are not the sole reason for it.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Mm? Then enlighten me. What -is- the reason?" She asks, just as curious as she had been. "If you can cut down your enemies, what does it matter if it's with a blade of ice, or a blade of steel? You know how to cast magic, and ice yet remains beyond your grasp. Why does ice -specifically- matter so much?"

Mattisaux Baschet: “Gods, you always stick your frostbitten nose in when I try to keep to myself. What would you do if I decided to never confide in you?”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Gods forbid i'm wanting to learn about someone i care for." Bexy scolded, though her lip quirked with amusement. "If you never told me, i'd make my assumptions, correct or otherwise. You don't -have- to tell me."

Mattisaux Baschet: “Your assumptions would be for the better; it is not information that helps either of us for sharing so you can rest yourself.” He sighed, feeling more irritated by the second until a thought occurred to him. Then he smirked. “Any more and I will test my fire against your ice.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "And you will lose." Her words were spoken with the utmost confidence. "Fire doesn't frighten me. I don't burn. And you'd be facing the might of Coerthas, besides."

Mattisaux Baschet: “That you are so sure of yourself comes as no surprise thought you ought not underestimate those around you. Then again, I probably would lose in a spar since I know I would hold myself back far too much. Hm…” A sudden thought had him grinning like the devil. “Mayhap I ought to spar with your obnoxious scalekin sometime. She can heal herself well enough.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Touch her and i -will- use your entrails as bunting." Bexy spoke a little sharper, the warm grin on her lips wavering to something much colder. "I don't underestimate you. I've seen you fight, Mattisaux. I know what you are capable of, and more so. I think it might be you, who is underestimating me."

I'm sure he finds it fun to threaten her. Friends Mattisaux and i might be, but he knows how i feel about such things. I won't tolerate it.

Her harsher tone did little to shake his grin, huffing a little in humor. “Tell me, how can I underestimate you when you were the one who nearly killed me on a misunderstanding? I know who I would be up against, dear. But this is all up in the air anyroad; I would have to be manipulated again to fight you seriously.” The mischievous attitude he held died slightly. “Which would not happen so easily were I better at magic.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Had i the capacity to scar, i would have carried some from the wounds you gave me that sun. I don't regret defending those i care for. But i do regret how i did it, that sun." She holds his gaze for a little longer, allowing it to slowly fall. "I trust that you'd never harm anyone i hold dear. Not again, anyway. I hope i never spill another drop of your blood." Reconnecting her gaze, her brow knits. "You want to better yourself with ice. With aether. To learn how it works. If you know how the offense operates… You know how to better defend."

Mattisaux watched as her gaze faltered just to return with more gusto. Though he seemed vaguely confused. “Better defend as in take whatever attack comes my way, yes? If it is quick, I cannot dodge as swiftly as you would. I am not built that way nor do I care to be. Were you going somewhere with that?”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I mean that you would learn to use ice, that you might know how to better protect yourself. Unless i'm wrong completely. It's like you said. I can hardly help you, and i'm not one to worry for your wellbeing in a battle, besides." A pause, then, as her lips purse. "Well, not too much, anyway."

Mattisaux Baschet: “Ice to protect myself? Do you know me at all, dear? We must be complete strangers.” After a dramatic shake of his head, he continued. “I wish to learn it for many other reasons that are not that one but you need not worry over me protecting myself. If anything, I would be protecting others with it. Or slaying them. Whichever is more convenient.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "Perhaps we're alike in that regard, then." Pulling her lips to a line, she hesitates, looking up to Mattisaux. "I will fight again, in a few suns. The one i seek. I know where he'll be. I plan on… Giving him a taste of his own medicine."

Well, i thought it best to tell him at least. If nothing else... I was sure it would go well, i had as much information as i could. I don't know what brought this feeling of such... Melancholy. Perhaps being out in the cold for the first time in a while brings such things to me.

Mattisaux Baschet: “Gods, again?” At the slightest mention of apparent strife for her, his chest puffed in agitation. “Do you need me to take care of someone in your stead? Is this an enemy from your past?”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "No. No such thing. Gods, and you tell me i worry. No. He's the last one directly responsible for Eir's capture that still lives, and a key to aiding Sayuri's… Present hindrance with her aether. I'll take everything i need from him in terms of information, then wrap him up as a late namesday gift for her for her return."

You beam with delight at Mattisaux Baschet.

Her casual smile to her plans did little in easing his worries, narrowing his eyes for a moment or so before giving his piece. “You say this now and when next I see you I would have a better time recognizing a pin cushion out of you. Should this help you survive know that I will go and slay that green witch and your other lesser healer without a second thought if I learn you were overconfident.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I won't be. I know where they'll be. How many there will be." The glimmer turns to a glower, then. "Even if i am dead, you aren't to touch them. We're destined for the same hells. I'll know." Her words hung as a threat, continuing on a little softer. "I will be -fine-, Mattisaux. I'm not some delicate blossom to be coddled."

Mattisaux Baschet: “I am not bound to you after death; everyone is forfeit should you die before me. I will not need to hold back in whatever hell we wind up in either, dear.” His gaze peered down to her in his own confidence. “That being said, you ought to make sure that does not happen… But I do swear I might be speaking to a Miqo’te-shaped wall at times. A wall that refuses to rest herself.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I have spent -moons- resting, Mattisaux. And you're one to talk." A gloved, accusatory digit is pointed in his direction. "I won't die. Plenty have tried, scores of them failed. And i'll be damned if it's to that sniveling coward."

The point had him leaning back an ilm, resorting with a small, ‘I am different’ though his voice did not hold as much weight as he wanted until she enlightened him on her target. “I take it that he is weak then? And you should not be so proud to meet with the Reaper any chance you get.” He sighed heavily. "Like I said, a wall is right in front of me planted in this snow."

Bexy Amalaryssia: "He's one of Grym's accursed lot. He'll be travelling with others, but they are disposable. Divested of his weapons, he'll be entirely useless unless as a source of information, and then… I'll let Sayuri do whatever she wants to him when she's home." An ear flicks at his verbal jab. "I have rested, i am fine. Even if i hadn't, i'd be going anyway. I'll come back with nary a scar, as usual."

Mattisaux Baschet: “Should have arrested you to your bed when I had the chance… Send me a letter or let me know somehow that you are safe after your ordeal. My heart cannot trust you after your last few encounters any longer.” Even though the freezing cold frosted his armor, he still lifted his hand to dig the metal tips into his eyes. “Pray, go now to make sure you are prepared with both yourself and where and how you will store him until your little one comes back.”

Bexy Amalaryssia: "I have my ways." A smile, though only half lit pulls at her lips. She seems to hesitate on moving, opting to remain as she was. "I'll send you a letter. I'll be fine." She promises, giving a short bob of her head as affirmation.

Again, his gaze narrowed in clear suspicion for a number of reasons. “I will look forward to it then since you needlessly worry me. Now, did you want to stay and watch me fail at magic or what?” He could not help the irritation grating his voice though he had no reason to hide it.

Bexy Amalaryssia: "No, no. It's fine, i'll be going." She sucks in a breath, turns on her heel… And begins to walk, managing only a few steps before her head turns at her shoulder, and she utters her usual "Be well, Mattisaux."

A breath huffed from his nose at her farewell, expecting no less but still not quite fancying the like. “I will. You worry over your own self.”

Offering another faint smile, Bexy turns away, continuing until she can no longer be seen through the snows.

I didn't particularly want to leave. I wanted company, i wanted... I don't know. Someone who would understand. Mattisaux often does, when it comes to the dark and unexplained, but... Mm. I'll have to do some thinking.

#Muse: [Bexy]#Chapter: [A Taste Of Their Own Medicine]#FFXIV #IC #Screenshot #Writing #Textlog

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cassandraward · 2 years ago

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New Year New Project

To celebrate the new year I’m putting out the first part of my new project, Tapestry. Tapestry is a story set in the modern day that’s inspired by the three main branches of Abrahamic religion. The story follows the descendants of a woman named Nastja Sokolova as they face the consequences of a deal she made with Something From Below. I’m planning for the plot to stretch over three ‘books’ with the first one titled The Book of Inheritance. Be warned, updates are probably going to be pretty slow (I am busy) but I have a decent amount of this thing pre-written so it shouldn’t just stop anytime soon. This is likely going to end up being the longest story I’ve put online to date so I’m really excited to get it out there!

The first part of The Book of Inheritance is available here, excerpt under the cut!

June 12th 2019, 1,607 days until Cain’s Day

Black smoke.

A roaring like that of an animal. Like some beast risen up from below.

A neighbour loosing a scream like a gunshot.

“Anne?” Emel whispers to the inferno her house has become.

No one hears her.

She runs inside.

The flames are hotter than the Sun. Hotter than hell. Everything is crackling, cracking, shattering. The world has been cleaved at this place, and nothing can be allowed to exist in a vacuum.

Everything has to burn.

When Emel finds her there is a ram standing over her mother’s body. Her face is already half eaten by the flames. The ram is somehow both the size you would expect it to be and a thousand feet tall, its horns spiralling up into the heavens. It bends down gracefully and takes something invisible between its teeth. It pulls back and all of a sudden there’s a thread tightening around Emel’s mother’s cooking flesh. It makes her look like one of the joints of beef they sell at the butchers nearby, all bulging and bloody. Meat ready for the market.

“Please,” Emel begs. Prays. “Please stop.”

The ram looks at her with kinder eyes than any man. I am sorry, it seems to say. But this is what must be done.

“But she is my mother,” Emel sobs.

And she is dead, the ram says with its kind, kind eyes.

It gives a tug on the thread and there is a great sound like tearing fabric, louder and more terrible than any scream because the fabric is not fabric. The fabric is flesh. There’s an explosion of shadow from the places the invisible thread has carved away her mother’s skin. It splatters across the room like rot-blackened blood. The shadow melts down into the earth and Emel is left with a body that no longer contains her mother’s soul.

“Anne!” Emel weeps, but the ram is no longer there to hear her cries.

A beam cracks above her. Something breaks, it might be her. The world fades to black.

She went down, is the last thing Emel thinks to herself. She wasn’t meant to do that.

March 16th 2023, 234 days until Cain’s Day

Emel looks to her new place of worship and decides that it makes for a bit of a shit mosque.

She smiles anyway, because she knows she can make that sort of thing work.

Old, cracked stone borders glassless windows. Sheets of fabric that billow in the wind appear to be the only barrier between the insides of the building and the elements. The building is four, maybe five, stories tall and Emel finds herself impressed with the size of it, even if the place looks halfway to toppling over. Empty bottles of vodka and rum and a million other types of alcohol that Emel is unfamiliar with are stacked either side of the front door. There’s also an animal skull for some reason. Emel wonders if it’s there as some sort of threat or if it’s just another piece of trash.

This is it. Don’t fuck it up.

#tapestry #writing #original fiction #have been hyped up over this for AGES can't wait to start getting parts of it properly finished!!

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yes-im-youtube-kids · 9 months ago

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I like #4 :) I don’t really write with xe/xim much so this should be a treat (for me)

Pax’s eyes flutter open, xir consciousness floods in with a wave of rage crashing in behind it. “Get back!” Xe jumps up, hand flying to xir belt to unsheathe a sword, only to realize xe has none. “Where the hell am I?” The young druid whips xir head around the room, searching for their captors. Pax goes still when xe realizes nobody is there. Mind clearing ever so slightly,, xe scans the space around xim. Looking up, there is a seemingly endless white ceiling. Around him is what appears an austere, colorless yet shockingly shiny waiting room, as if xe was in some heavenly corporate office. Heaven, Pax thinks, what an odd word to pull out of my head when I have the feeling I was very recently living out my own hell. And a tsunami of memories falls over him, and war, and fire, and fighting, and screaming, and darkness, and pain, and that horrible stench of death—death. A sudden realization. Xe was burning. About forty seconds ago, xe was burning. Xe was dead But that wasn’t why Pax was furious. An image enters xir mind. A young woman stands in a disaster-filled scene, blade in front of her, eyes fierce and ready to die fighting to her lover. Three monstrous, shadowy figures close in on her, and she swings her blade. A disfigured limb falls to the floor. A second opponent lunges, and she turns, and there is a struggle, and fire crackles, and talons clash with elven steel, and there is pain—pain from the woman’s mind or the fire, Pax does not know which, for their link is too strong for xim to distinguish. “NO!” Xe shouts. Pain, the pain of struggling life, the pain of flaming death. A whisper, “No…” a breath, “my love…”

The memory fades, the panic does not. Pax fights the onslaught of tears gathering behind xir eyes. Xir breath is ragged, xir fists are tight. “Caraline.” Xe barely manages to exhale the word. Two emerald eyes see only a blind haze of lividity. A single tear trickles down a dirt-covered cheek. A guttural, animal cry echoes through a boundless purgatory.

A jaded voice laced with condescension and patronization echoes from all around. “Now, now, dear soul, no need to be so rude,” a bored sigh, “I don’t much like screaming.”

“Who the fuck are you,” xe half asks, half growls, “and what happened to Caraline?”

“How adorable, acting so dangerous. Why, I think you may know me already. I go by many names—life, death, creator of all, bringer of destruction, everything, nothing, savior, persecutor, peasant, god.”

“I’m dead.” A question, a statement.

“Why, of course! What else would you be, meeting god?”

“There are many gods, and many who speak to them.”

“Yes, but you don’t. Besides, I’m the one who decides who lives and who dies. I hold the power.”

“I don’t an eldritch horror’s shit who you are, what happened to Caraline?”

“Ta-ta-ta,” he scolds, “don’t get ahead of yourself. You aren’t in the afterlife just yet. You have a choice, my darling.”

“Of?”

“A fair trade, of course. Your life and another. Every soul gets to choose. You could die, dear, or take the place of another. You may come back to life, at the cost of one random living human or one with human ancestry.”

“I’ll do it. I have to save her.”

“So hasty! It could be anybody’s life, you know. Is it worth it? Another’s life for yours?”

“Not mine. For Cara’s.”

“Ah, yes, I forgot how irrational you mortals were. So driven by emotions, so controlled by that thing you call ‘love’.”

A floating scroll appears in front of Pax, its golden writing detailing a contract. A pearly quill pops into Pax’s hand. Without a second glance, Pax scratches xir signature onto the bottom. The scroll disappears, and in its place is goblet. In it are billions of orbs, each containing an image of a human or a person with the lineage of one. Agonizingly slowly, a single ball floats out, the picture with its back to Pax.

“I’ve always been fascinated human history, you know.” The voice drips with sliminess. A furious druid scowls at the goblet. “Did you know, a certain clan of elves has been known to include a human in their lineage every other generation? It strengthens their blood. What clan was it…let me think.” Pax stares at the orb. “Ah, yes—the T’sa’ay. Quite an interesting history.”

Pax’s face goes slack with shock and terror at their words and the image on the ball. Give them credit, the blow was perfectly timed.

The horrified face of one Caraline T’sa’ay, wishing for her life to just end, fighting only because she knew her deceased lover would want her to, is in front of the horrified face of one Pax Mors, wishing to go back to xir life being ended, having made a deal with xir soul only to save xir lover.

Pax had unwittingly done the complete opposite.

No.

wait this was actually so fun and thank you so fucking much I think I’m out of writers block this was so fun to write AUGH poor Pax 🥺

I’m bored quick someone gimmie a writing prompt

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sporadically-writing · 2 years ago

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The Lady of Tales: A Binding

When it happened, there was not some cacophonous alarm bell that went off. There were no flashing lights or whirling sirens. It was 1916, after all. Most of the modern symbols of panic hadn’t even been invented yet. And, all things considered, the actual event that had taken place was no more than a simple working of magic. It was not a spell that rippled through reality.

That does not mean that there wasn’t an innate sense that some beings had however.

The Endless most definitely felt something. Each of them, whether they were currently in their realms or out in the world working, felt it. It was hard to mistake a sudden absence they had felt once before. They knew something had happened, they just didn’t know exactly what.

Those present in the land of dreams were in for surprises depending on who and what they were. Humans present there at the time experienced any number of disorienting things. Some were forcibly awakened, others stayed asleep their dreams fading into darkness, and others still where forced halfway in between, perpetual sleepwalkers.

The dreams and nightmares of the realm were confused, everything had been fine moments ago. It was almost as if a ripple warbled through their home for a moment, rocking it slightly and leaving everything a little stranger than it had been moments before. Something was wrong and only the head librarian was close to figuring it out.

The Kindly Ones knew, but then again, what didn’t they know.

Other immortals, however, were less likely to be in the loop. Heaven, Hell and other such realms continued the way they had been. To them it appeared that nothing had changed. At least, not yet.

One immortal, one without a home of her own, had been wandering somewhere she ought not to be. Somewhere no one ought to have been, she thought.

The particular trench she was wandering towards had belonged to the British, not that the wanderer really put much stock into the factions humans divided themselves into. All languages are are simply different ways to express an idea.

The trench was abandoned long ago in favor of one closer to the enemy. She was safe to travel here if she watched where she stepped.

With a heavy and deeply saddened sigh, the woman walked through the tunnels, head hung low in reverence for any ghosts she was sure were there. A handful of moments passed and she found what she was looking for. Partially submerged in mud was a well worn journal, not unlike the ones she had carried with her for as long as humans had existed.

She picked it up and wiped it off as best as she could, flipping the pages to see what was inside. She found a picture of a young man inside along with a young woman and a sad smile found its way to her lips. On the back of the small photograph was a note left in nice handwriting. “I love you” it said, “To Carter, from Rosa.”

Flipping the pages further, the woman found, in a different handwriting, poems. Poems about the fighting this young man had experienced everyday. Poems about other men Carter used to know. The words, though describing the horrors of the place she stood in, were extraordinary in their construction.

Also among these poems though, were letters. Letters home that never left the page. Promises of a wedding and a family that was yet to come. Hope for a future that seemed, from the outside, impossible.

The woman sighed, she knew one thing at least. She wanted nothing more than to travel to the Dreaming and add these poems to her old friend Lucienne’s collection of trench poetry but, she knew she couldn’t do that. Not yet anyway. The genre, though shaping up to be an important piece of literary history, was only just beginning and someone else, Rosa, had to see these first. She could decide what to do with them. Or better yet, Carter may even still be able to return to his beloved and they could discuss it together. She couldn’t give up hope yet. The human world needs all the hope it can get right now. If an immortal being lost faith in this world what would that mean for the humans.

So, the lady cleaned the book off some more until she was sure all the grime that would come off it was gone, and held the book close to her.

She imagined the good these words would do for the family waiting for them back home. She imagined the heartache and the solace that could come in opposition to each other at the journal’s arrival.

She imagined Rosa and the hope she would have for her beloved’s return and then the book was gone.

Vanished into thin air and a slight shimmer on the wind.

The Lady of Tales, with hope for a happy ending, sighed and began her trek away from the grounds of war.

As she crested the hill, leaving the trenches behind her, she felt something shift. The world around her hadn’t moved, the nearest bout of fighting was miles away. There was no great wind or crack and rupture in the earth beneath her.

No. This was something else.

Something was... wrong. That’s the best she could do to describe it. Something had changed and it wasn’t right. An innate rule of existence had been broken. A line in reality that should never be crossed had been. Like someone had begun writing a story that never should have happened.

She didn’t know exactly what, the Master of Stories did not know everything, no being in any world could. That did not mean it did not worry her. Even if it was nothing, even if it all amounted to nerves or a side effect of wandering this part of the Earth for too long, she wanted to be sure. She would seek the council of trusted friends. She simply hoped they weren’t too busy to see her.

She procured a journal of her own from her bag, grabbing the pen and writing a simple title onto an empty page.

The shimmering text read, The Dreaming, and with the closing of her book, she was as good as there, nothing but a footprint in the dirt signifying where she previously stood.

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celestialarchon · 4 years ago

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The Celestial Archon

Chapter Two: The Moonlight Phenomenon

Genshin Impact x F! Reader

Warnings: major Genshin Impact Spoilers! Possible grammar errors.

Tag list: To Be Added. (sorry it needed to be published!)

With the return of a mysterious archon, celebrations began! The night was filled with laughter, food, and memories being made. One person was amiss during the celebration, Mona still found herself unsettled and unable to be as excited as the others. An eerie feeling of unrest and anxiety has settled over our esteemed astrologist as our beloved heroes celebrate.

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“I’ve finally found you,” Mona’s intense astrology session was interrupted by a cheery high pitched voice.

“Hello, Seraphim.” Mona turned to greet the beautiful woman.

She nearly gasped as the woman walked in, her hair now styled and her eyes shining brighter than before, the mysterious tattoos seemed to have faded and though she was still striking she looked far more human than before. The Celestial Archon merely smiled at the woman’s surprise and stepped towards her, hand out.

“We should talk, my child. Fate had brought us together, an astrologist with a water vision instead of a celestial vision is strange enough.” The woman was calm but not cold as Mona took her hand.

Mona was warm as the gentle archon interlocked their fingers and led her to the corner of the room, sinking down into a comfy chair and pointing at the one next to her. Disappointment creeped up in the astrologist as her idol released her hand. It was quickly replaced with embarrassment and a soft flush across her cheeks. Mona was wholeheartedly captured by the mystery goddess.

“I’m sure you’re aware,” The bright eyes goddess sighed, “That my arrival in Teyvat has stirred up some trouble.”

Mona frowned slightly, “There was already trouble, your sudden appearance is not the cause of it.”

“That’s good, but I still feel that my presence is going to stir the pot a bit. I am connected to all the stars and spaces of this world, I can feel and see things so deeply and I am well aware that there are challenges coming. It’s annoying in some ways.” Her eyes were distant again.

Words were lost on Mona for a moment. She couldn’t begin to imagine how stressful it was to feel so deeply, to constantly be overwhelmed by information and one’s connection to the world. Every piece of text written about the Celestial Archon was very vague. Information on the god of stars was hard to find and many details had been lost, yet one thing seemed to stay the same in ever piece of information Mona had consumed.

Even when the world was teeming with elemental energy and gods were far more common, the goddess of the sky, Seraphim, was an oddity. Before the Archon war, Seraphim was a lone wolf being without many ties. The last god of stars kept to herself and had no desire to interfere with the other’s problems, despite knowing so much of them. It was incredibly lonely and sad.

“You said it’s strange that I have a water vision,” Mona finally spoke.

“Yes,” The archon clicked her tongue, “Had I been around, somebody like you would’ve received a vision from me. However, you did not receive one of my visions and ultimately that should’ve impacted your abilities over astrology but it did not. You are quite the gifted character, aren’t you Miss Mona?”

Mona’s face was tomato red at the words of the beloved celestial archon, “I am honored to be complimented by the goddess of stars.”

“You’re very formal,” The starry eyed goddess laughed.

“Excuse me,” the two were interrupted by none other than the acting grandmaster, “I would like a word with the Lady of the Stars.”

Mona was hesitant, not wanting her idol to slip away but nodded and escorted the woman to the door. She was a bit dissatisfied with the conversation they’d had, wanting to know more and more of her long awaited god. The woman turned back to Mona, eyes twinkling, and embraced her. The normally level headed and somewhat haughty astrologist stiffened in shock but returned the warm hug. A sigh escaped Mona’s mouth, but she didn’t mind. The goddess was warm and something about her affection put Mona at peace.

“I am so lucky that somebody as beautiful and gifted as you awaited my return, Mona Megistus. Until we meet again, my darling.” The woman’s grasp around Mona tightened as she whispered in her ear.

The water mage watched as the strange goddess gracefully glided away with Jean. She was ethereal with the moonlight filtering in from tall windows, her skin illuminated as she hung on to every word Jean said. Even the confident and ever busy acting grandmaster found butterflies swarming her abdomen at the sight of the goddess. Jean felt as if she could be swept away by the young woman.

A part of Jean felt guilty for several reasons. As acting grand master, it was her duty to know about the citizens of Mond, it was her duty to work without personal emotions interfering, and her duty to oversee the safety of all the wind borne citizens. The Celestial Archon was challenging all of these duties. It was only natural for an astrologist to be obsessed with a god of stars, and Jean had interrupted the conversation. The Dandelion Knight couldn’t help but feel an innocent sort of crush on the goddess, she was kind and beautiful and she really seemed to want to get to know everyone. Ultimately, Jean was also aware of the danger a new archon posed.

Even so, the beautiful knight couldn’t help but want to push all those thoughts aside and capture the attention of the goddess for hours. She shook off that thought, attempting to focus on her duty as Mondstat’s respected Grand Master. Jean explained the general politics of the city of freedom and the individual jobs of the knights of favonious. She even went as far as to explain the adventurer’s guild and the recent trouble with Storm Terror. The Celestial Archon hung on to every word, nodding and asking occasional questions.

Jean took the time to explain the place they were in, a place between Mondstat and Liyue, and the teleport points that marked both countries. She was diligent and had already prepared some documents for the 8th Archon, maps and other things needed in the world. Jean had even communicated with others to ensure each safe place for the archon was marked. The allied domain was the middle ground, but Mondstat welcomed the new Archon with a living place and much to do. Liyue had also prepared a small home in the city for her.

The archon stared in wonder at the map. The knights of Favonious had prepared a room for her in their own head quarters, even the esteemed Tycoon had set aside a room. Wangshuu Inn welcomed her and Liyue Harbor gave her quarters close to Rex Lapis. Small notes were written for her, both Xiao and Diluc noted the stars were best seen from where they were while the traveler and Paimon had starred their favorite places to eat.

“Ah, Master Jean.” The Goddess spoke slowly, bowing.

“Please, Seraphim, there’s no reason to be so formal!” Jean’s voice rose nervously, “You are an archon after all.”

“Yes, that’s true. You do not serve me though, please refer to me as my chosen name. Formalities aren’t my taste much.” The Archon remarked bashfully.

Jean nodded, rose dusting her cheeks.

“I,” The Archon sighed, “Really need an open space so I can, uh, deal with my weapon situation.”

“Oh, oh!” Realization hit Jean.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Jean babbled nervously, “Here let us go out to the cliffs, it should be okay, right?”

“Mhm,” The goddess followed the knight to the exit.

Aether and Paimon were also by the exit, turning at the sound of approaching foot steps. Aether grinned and waved at the Celestial Archon, she waved back and beamed. Paimon immediately took off, throwing herself into the Archons arms as the woman giggled. Jean’s face was priceless, attempting to process how this small otherworldly creature could just tackle and archon without shame.

Aether and his companion followed the two women, curious about the weapon another archon would wield. The group made their way to the edge of the cliff, the stars seeming extra bright and the moon full. The goddess lowered herself, feet on the lush grass and put her hand forth, palm out. Swiftly, she struck the air in front of her with her pointer finger, an unfamiliar constellation connecting at each point.

“Return to your master, Destroyer of Divinity.” Her words were clear and calm.

The constellation burst into a ray of white light, Aether covered his eyes as Paimon whined. Darkness fell again and he opened his eyes, gasping at the sight in front of him. The goddess held a long weapon close to her body, above her shoulder was a large opalescent curved blade, below the hip on the opposite side, another shimmering curved blade could be seen. No weapon in Teyvat was even similar.

“I-Is is that a scythe?!” Jean sputtered.

“Aha, well yes,” The goddess blushed at their reactions, “Destroyer of Divinity is an unusual weapon, meant to slice through dimensional and spatial barriers. I didn’t mean to shock you.”

Aether stood, mouth agape, “Even its name is terrifying! What the hell?”

“Ahahaha,” the archon continued to laugh nervously, “Well, its existence is basically to bring judgement from the heavens upon those deserving so yeah it’s a bit intimidating.”

Aether nearly screamed. How could she say something so casually?

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The traveler was feeling a bit nervous, as anybody would if an Archon decided to tag along for their daily commissions. Paimon and the Celestial Archon chattered away as Aether spoke to the Katheryne in Liyue. It did not help that the three had left before the others awoke and the Celestial Archon had left a note declaring it as a “friendly date.”

The last thing Aether wanted was to piss off literally any of the adepti, the Geo Archon himself, and even Jean who had taken a very noticeable interest in the goddess. A cloud seemed to look over the blonde but Paimon didn’t notice. The eighth Archon gave the teenager a sympathetic smile and put her hand on his shoulder, attempting to ease his nerves. Only one thing could make the situation worse, and unfortunately that particular thing was heading straight towards Aether.

“Let’s run,” Aether grabbed the startled archon’s wrist and dragged her to the teleport point nearby, ignoring the calls of a certain troublesome individual.

The archon chuckled, “I didn’t know daily commissions would be so exciting!”

Aether smiled sheepishly and let go of her wrist, trying to focus on which commission to start with. He was distracted by a sudden commotion, people yelled out as a hooded figure darted past the trio. Liyue Harbor’s guards thundered after the thief, knocking the poor panicked goddess off her feet.

The eight archon shut her eyes and prepared for the impact of the fall, but was yanked back by a pair of strong arms.

“Hey, girlie. Hold still.” A charming voice said.

The goddess watched as the lanky ginger haired man moved forward and shot an arrow, narrowly missing all the guard and hitting the suspicious character in the back. Aether’s eyes were filled with shock and panic at the sight of the man. Immediately, the goddess side stepped away from her hero, on high alert.

“Now,” He turned to her beaming, “What exactly is such a beautiful young lady doing with this kiddo?”

Her starry eyes met his azure eyes, “I’m just a new adventurer from Mondstat, learning the ropes from the best.”

“Hmm?” His gaze was questioning, “Well then, I’m Childe. Number 11 of the Fatui Harbingers. We should definitely get to know each other.”

The goddess moved to Aether in a quick swift movement. Suddenly, she wanted very much to escape Liyue Harbor. The Fatui were trouble, the goddess was new to the era but even she knew that they were dangerous. It was one of the first matters addressed at her arrival. She no longer knew the Cryo Archon, and this Tsarita sounded troubling.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” an annoyed voice chimed in, averting the red head’s attention.

A shorter man with a large hat and ominous aura stood behind the tall harbinger. Aether tensed up and the goddess wrapped her arm around his shoulder. Slowly, the trio made their escape at the expense of Childe. The older harbinger was chewing the younger man out for flirting and wasting time, both harbingers bickered as the traveler and his companions fled.

“You shouldn’t be wasting time on trying to get laid you, fool.” Scaramouche scowled, still ripping into his subordinate. “Especially not that woman, even from a mile away I can tell she’s trouble. You’re a harbinger not a host, get your shit together, Tartaglia.”

Childe smirked, looking down on his superior, “So you noticed her, too. I wonder what someone like that is doing with my favorite traveler.”

“We should alert the Tsarita of that girl,” Scaramouche mumbled, avoiding the earlier comment.

“I actually agree,” Childe’s eyes narrowed, “I was hoping to see for myself what she is, but that kid stopped me of course. There’s something strange about her but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe I can charm it out of her?”

Scaramouche slapped his comrades back, “Let’s go you useless fucking playboy.”

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Wangshuu Inn looked beautiful and the aroma of food was far too enticing. Aether sighed as he watched his small, chubby companion chase after the eighth archon. The woman was supposed to be divine, yet in some ways he reminded her of a puppy or a kitten. She was somewhat moody with her affections and spacey like a kitten may be, and still somehow clingy and energetic like a puppy.

Luckily for the two, Aether had a commission from Verr Goldet. The blonde tried to maintain composure as he saw a familiar dark haired yaksha speaking with the Inn Keeper, not wanting to admit he’d accidentally led the Fatui straight to the Archon. The traveler watched in fascination and amusement as Verr’s face twisted from composed to horrified when Xiao was knocked over by the goddess. The conqueror of demons merely grunted and stood back up, clutching the ethereal woman to his chest.

Xiao’s eyes were cold as they met Aether’s, clearly annoyed with the boy, but his expression softened at the yawning goddess in his arms. Once again, the traveler was overcome with curiosity at her behavior. Only moments ago the woman was bubbly and hyper, now her eyes were fluttering and she was snuggling up to one of the most dangerous beings in Teyvat. Without a word, the tattooed man spun around and carried the goddess upstairs.

“I’m here for your com-“ Aether began.

“Who was that?!” Verr Goldet burst out, “I’ve never seen Adeptus Xiao so damn agreeable. What just happened? Is this a dream?”

Paimon giggled, “He loooooves her! That person is the one we told you about before! Even Xiao can’t be in a bad mood around her, it’s amazing!”

“Oh,” Verr blushed at Paimon’s words, “She’s that person? No wonder he’s been so restless.”

“Wait, restless?” Aether questioned.

Verr Sighed and beckoned the two to a guest free area. The two followed her into a small back room, exchanging glances. The boss lady pulled out an old book and brushed the dust away. Aether and Paimon peered down at the book, puzzled by its appearance. It was a dark leather with carvings of the moon and clouds on the front.

Carefully, Verr flipped the book open and turned it to the two. Paimon shot up, shrieking. The book looked like a book you’d find in a library but was strange. Instead of ongoing text, the pages had scraps and pieces stuck on the pages with various notes scribbled around. Verr turned to the first page, placing her middle finger at the beginning text and giving Aether and expectant look. The traveler leaned down and began to read the text.

“The moonlight phenomenon: Legend of Liyue.

It is said that there was once a ruler of the stars, one who ruled over the sky as the Gods rule over our land. When tides of war overcame Liyue, Rex Lapis sought out the monarch of the sky to form a contract.

Seraphim granted Rex Lapis the moonlight phenomenon. Liyue’s skies were never to dim even on the darkest of nights, the moon and stars would remain as guides for Liyue always. It is said that this contract assisted in bringing the evil gods to their doom, the sky illuminating the way to victory for Liyue and all of Teyvat.”

Verr flipped the page as Aether exhaled trying to wrap his mind around the strange passage.

“The Contract: Seraphim and Rex Lapis.

The circumstances of the moonlight phenomenon still remain unknown. It is an ancient mystery that many still attempt to solve, what exactly did the Geo Archon barter for his people?

Nobody knows, still. However, the most common theories are that the contract has not been fulfilled or that there was no contract to begin with. Many believe that Rex Lapis and Seraphim were secret lovers, and this was Seraphim’s gift to her beloved. Others hypothesize that Seraphim’s wish was never fulfilled, as her death sealed the victory for The Seven Archons.”

Aether shuddered. People in Liyue believe that The Celestial Archon died in the Archon war? Verr flipped to a page in the middle of the book.

“Liyue’s Priestess Seraphim

It is said that a woman with eyes vast like the galaxy beyond and mysterious astrological powers once enchanted all of Liyue.

Seraphim, the last Celestial wielder was Liyue’s last hope. Though she is not honored as an archon, she is known vaguely as a priestess. The woman who captured the attention of the archon’s themselves and was adored by the Adepti. Few remain, but Liyue’s legends claim that the priestess of the stars was the lover of Rex Lapis, the lover of the Vigilant Yaksha, or the lover another adepti.

Even fewer discuss the devastation that occurred when she fell from grace. Her death was the catalyst of the only known battle between Liyue’s very own Archon, The Anemo Archon and his people, and the Adepti. A lesser known battle that almost forced both Mondstat and Liyue into Civil Wars.

When the dust settled, all that stood was the full moon. Many Adepti still honor the priestess under the moonlight by fighting evil spirits and demons.”

Aether’s eyes widened at Verr. She solemnly shook her head as the traveler’s face fell. Xiao, Ganyu, Zhongli, Venti, all of them suffered so terribly. It was confusing to the boy that every text described the Celestial Archon as deceased. His head began to hurt from the information. Verr sighed and led him back out.

“Once you finish commissions, why don’t you two stay here? I’ll prepare a room for you,” The boss was sympathetic.

Aether grimaced but nodded, leading Paimon out to finish their duties.

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Somewhere in the shadows of Wangshuu Inn crept a Fatui agent, slipping away as the traveler set out. The shadowy figure grinned at the piece of paper in their hand.

“Protected by the traveler and the Adepti. Master Childe will be interested in this,” His eyes were dark as he approached his fellow Fatui agents, “She could be very useful to us, this (Y/N).”

The suspicious shadows began to slink away, overcome with desire to inform their boss of the new information. Only a few feet away, a strange creature ducked down to avoid being seen by the agents, fidgeting.

“The angel is here!” The creature shrieked as the cult like group left it’s sight, “(Y/N) will be ours.”

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shedaresthedevil · 3 years ago

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Song Line Related asks/prompts for SheDaresTheDevil

OKAY SO: I have a thousand and one ideas in my little gremlin brain about Matt Murdock. I have fics in mind and most of mine are based of a specific line from a song. The line or reference to the song pops up somewhere in the fic. So I figured I would make an ask post with them because I cant decide the order in which to write them-well, most of them. I am also going to try the impossible and make all the fics cohesive, I.e. its the same reader as the one from “Would you pray before you twist the knife?”- if it is unrelated, I will clarify in posting. All posts will have content and trigger warnings.

Anything that is crossed out has been written already.

1. “My neck is open wide, Begging for a fist around it”- full length fic of my “A thought” post where you reveal that you know Matt has a choking kink. Things get out of hand.

2. “She’s the fire in the sin, and I burn breathing her in ” - a spicy fun mission story in which you have to go undercover as an exotic dancer, and you get to practice on Matt. Takes place during Samhain.

3. “The Altar is my Hips, even if its a false God”- Matt joins you in the shower after listening to you sing. He loves the sound of your voice. And you are good.

4. ‘’ “I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too” - fic in which Matt finds out you lost your S.O before him to tragic circumstances, and you wrote a song about it, but haven't been able to finish it- until you met him. You reveal a secret or two about yourself.

5. “I never Listen But I see you with my eyes closed.”- the first time you saw matts scars- and the first time he saw yours. two separate events, one fic.

6. “ I’m going to bring a little hell, I’m going to bring a little heaven ” - you get stuck practicing....something fun and Matt has to come help you... get untied.

7. “ Till we’re saints just swimming in our sins again ” - Submissive Matt. He overwhelmed by everything in his life and asks you to take the lead. he wants to relinquish control, at least temporarily. already in the works for @matt-erialgirl

8. “I should be in church but I’m raging on a Sunday ”- the first time matt met you, not in your suit, on a Sunday Morning in the cathedral.

9. “ Late night devil, put your hands on me ”- the first time matt met you, this time in your suit, Sunday night, in a parking garage. mentioned briefly in Would you pray.

10 “ You're the pulse in my veins; You're the war that I wage” - You think Matt is dead, takes place during season three. You are employed as a psych consultant for an experimental trial in the midst of you handling your grief ....and you don't come back the same. #iamnotawomanimagod

11. “ I'm meaner than my demons ;I'm bigger than these bones ” - you lose control of your new power, or rather your new power takes control of you.

12. “ Hallucinations, you occupy, My imagination's running wild.” - Matt may be the one on his knees, but he is still the one in control.

13. "You don't need to run, stay with me. " - Matt lays down with you and asks you to read your book to him, you play with his hair while you read.

14. “The Only Hell I Know is Without You” -You have a panic attack while Matt is dead gone, so you go in the closet where he kept the daredevil suit.

15. “ Out of myself, I can feel it crawling ”- you and matt have a discussion about who is going and who is staying on a VERY dangerous mission. You’re different now and he is but a man. You make a VERY drastic point of that.

16. “ You can't choose what stays and what fades away ” - you jump onto the ice-its your only chance. The surface gives way beneath you.

17. “ Just call my name, I'm yours to tame ”- you write another song, this one specifically for Matt, and you let him hear it for the first time.

18. “Help me get away from myself.”- another submissive Matt fic, based on another post for @pleasedin . You know which one.

19. “ And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know “- You have dragged Matt with you to your favorite place - its Taylor Swift night with the cover band that you used to be in.

20. *Bonus UNRELATED to the storyline* COLLEGE MATT open ask. give me a song and I will write a fic based on it and/or my favorite line.

21. *BONUS BONUS * give me any song and which era of matt you would like and I will write that too bc I am a masochist. *insert markiplier saying “Im not a masochist here” *

#matt murdock #matthewmichealmurdock #matt murdock fic #matthewmurdockhasachokingkink #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock is a switch #daredevil #daredevil fic #send help #send requests #shedaresthedevil

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mbti-enemies · 3 years ago

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INTJ HAVING A SECRET SLOW BURN CRUSH ON ENTP AND ENTP FULLY KNOWING ABOUT IT DECIDES TO BE TWICE THE PAIN IN THE ASS THEY ALREADY ARE, ALL IN ORDER TO AGGRAVATE INTJ TO CONFESS

GIVE ME ALL THE ENTP X INTJ GOODIES PLS

*laughs a lil* ohmygod this would be intjs idea of hell. literal h e l l (and entps idea of heaven ) - okay lets be real entp would totally do those annoying things like- *intentionally lowering their voice to talk to intj* , doing that oh so terrible *flits eyes from eyes to mouth back to eyes again* thing, *biting their lip in a nonchalant way (as i f they dont know what they're doing), doing that *intense eye contact* that intj tries to ignore but j ends up getting all flustered and angry BeCaUsE they've got all flustered and 'oh entp j said i look cute when they're mad - wait no thats bad how dare he call me cute ..but tbh he's kinda cute himself WAIT NO INTJ GET IT TOGETHER' (oh btw entps never gonna admit it (cause the last time he did intj threw a stapler at them) but they kinda love it when intj gets mad- this doesnt help intjs situation at a l l ) - entp keeps getting all into intjs face while intjs trying to work so intj suddenly loses it completely and just bursts "GODDAMN IT DAMN YOU I HATE YOU AND YOUR DUMB VOICE AND YOUR STUPIDLY GOOD LOOKING FACE" *cue entp being all shocked for one sec , before yelling HA I WIN and intj just there banging their head on the table* - entp running past intj while yelling 'HEY EVERYONE GUESS WHO HAS A CRUSH ON ME' *cue intj chasing after them and yelling random words even louder* - entp won't ever use this knowledge as blackmail but def wouldn't hesitate to use it just to torment intj "hey intj can you pass me the remote" "its a metre away - get it yourself" "okay but as im your crush yo"--- "ShUt Up hErE tAkE it" INTJ :*ranting to esfj* i rlly hate them , theyre so annoying like why would anyone acc want to spend time with them or e v e n talk to them ESFJ : *nodding along sarcastically* mmhmm yh even i spend half my time talking and obsessing over someone who annoys me yep - ENTP constantly bombarding intj with flirty punchlines and catchphrases and intj j contemplating murder (while also dealing with those butterflies in their stomach) and telling entp to flip off and suddenly entp laughs and throws an arm around intj and intj shuts up and tenses as words catch in their throat and they forget how to breath --------------------------

'i hate you so much' mutters intj under her breath, entp shakes his head and smiles. "We both know you don't rlly mean that darling - we both know you love me" - and all intj wishes to do at that moment is to laugh in his face and prove him wrong.. show that he hasn't figured her out at all and that he isn't the one who knows her the best -- prove all these things just so she can finally wipe that smug look of his face. but she doesn't...she can't...cause deep down she knows he's right , she knows theres smth that ignites within her ever time he's around, maybe it was the way he looked at her , the way he made her blood burn (perhaps to love is to burn). He was something that caused the world around her to blur and fade, someone who she wouldn't mind being with when she just wanted to be left alone. It was like a dragon unfurling within her, threatening to overtake her rationality and consume her thoughts with this unknown feeling. and intj knew she wouldn't let this happen , she c o u l d n t , she had to fight it down, for life was a game and love just another part of it (or at least thats what she tried to convince herself with) - and she'd rather die that lose to him she thinks, glaring at entp.. (whose still smiling that stupidstupid smile that she loves- no wait hates so much)

entp catching sight of intj in a conversation with someone and its *devil mode activated* as they saunter up to intj , saying nothing but grinning as intj narrows their eyes ever so slightly at them while still talking ..so entp just stands there, right t h e r e. mere centimeters away from intj - so intj can feel the heat radiating off them and can feel t h e m and their gaze and its getting progressively harder and harder to concentrate as words seem to fly away cause for some weird reason they cant seem to stop messing up their sentences whenever entp is around .

[ entp taking advantage of this fact whenever they're in an argument with intj or when they do that face off and just stand there glaring daggers at each other so now entp j comes near and dares intj to look away *cue intj being torn between looking away and dying cause they lost or stand their ground and dying cause flip its entp (so they settle for just kneeing entp in the rib)

entp finding lame excuses to casually establish some physical contact with intj - like reading from behind intjs back and coming unnecessarily close so intj can see their face from the corner of their eye and cant help but stare a lil..noticing things (its all for the nature of curiousity ofc)- noticing how his eyes looked like a kaleidoscope of colours (she cant help but want to dive right in and see what colour she would find herself in), they were eyes that told stories ..pages of dangerous beginnings and the promise of adventure , and oh his mouth is right there next to hers (she wonders what he would taste like ..perhaps a mix of honey and melancholy , cherries and pomegranates, the sea and soft sunshine, dreams and passion ,stars dipped in silver ink writing her name in the sky ,blood pacts and whispered promises). She wonders what it would feel like to kiss him - (like meeting a thunderstorms and being left breathless- lighting fill the sky and her veins , like dancing with shadows in a waltz of eons, like being thrust from the world of the living into a world of l i f e ...and life may be suffering but it's magical and spectacular and its worth it cause you're alive. Thats what it would feel like she decides..it would feel like life .. *cue intj realising she's spent five minutes j staring at entp and entps j there like *raises eyebrow and knowing look*

(he was winter - with the biting sharpness of his tongue and the way he would melt a little if you waited long enough..like snow. he was summer - with the burning heat of his gaze and brightness of the eyes , spring- with warmth in his touch and his familiar scent of rain and moss and blackberries on the hedgerow, and fall ....cause thats what she was doing right now - falling (but flying))

#entp #intj #*i mightve digressed a lot but..#i shall blame the night #tbh you didn't digress that much #(the last paragraph though- it's pretty beautiful)

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spencestyles · 3 years ago

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The Other Woman

summary: spencer and meave have a toxic relationship after saving diane and the new agent doesn’t help

pairing: meave x spencer, spencer x BAU!reader

warnings: angst (lowkey), cursing, broken relationship, fluff

words: 4k+

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Ever since the team and I stopped Diane from killing Maeve, things were different. When I dreamed about meeting Maeve, I thought things would be perfect, we would be a match made in heaven. But after finding out important things she felt to leave out (like she was engaged), the spark was seeming to fade and just genuinely getting to know her personality. Of course our new agent wasn't any help either.

y/n y/l/n

She was different from any other girl I had met. She was smart and a great listener, she was determined to keep learning. She didn't try to outsmart me like Maeve had begun to do. Her biggest talent and asset to the team was her interrogation skills.

"Brian, I know how you are feeling," y/n said to the unsub. "You are upset your dad left you and upset that he left you with your mother."

"She was never a mother," Brian screamed. "That dirty whore didn't know her left from her right."

"The girls?" y/n asked. "Did they know their right from their left?"

"I wouldn't know, I didn't do anything to them," Brian said.

"Well I do, I looked into their background, all single mothers, husband left. They weren't dirty Brian, they were doin-"

"YES THEY WERE. They are all whores. I tried to help them, to help their children. But they were just like she was, a whore."

Since the first day she arrived, I've been enthralled by her presence. Maeve asked to move in around a month ago, I said no. She was so upset it was almost pitiful. It had been an argument that continued for weeks and was heated tonight at our at home dinner date. "Why, Spencer, why can't I move in with you?" She yelled at me.

"Because I barely know you," I yelled back, quickly calming down. "We may have been talking on the phone, but we have known each other in person for five months. I just, Meave, I'm going through a rough time at work. It wouldn't be good for you to move in right now." I made a large breath as Maeve roughly stood up from the table.

"Is there someone else?" Maeve asked. "That new agent, (wrong name), or whatever-"

"y/n"

"Like I said, whatever. Are you talking to her, is there something going on?"

"Maeve, there is nothing going on between y/n and I," I explained. "She is a new agent, she is young, she is like I was when I joined the BAU. I am just trying to help her get settled."

"Why can't JJ do that? She was young when she joined."

"Because JJ was the communications liaison then, she didn't become a profiler until two years ago."

"Whatever," Maeve said, grabbing her purse. "I'm leaving, I need to think."

Thank God

"Ok, we need to talk about this," I said. Maeve muttered something before slamming the door.

Moments like this made me question the relationship I created with Maeve. Maybe it's because I never really knew her. I knew her job and that she was smart, but I didn't know how clingy she was or bitchy and competitive. I don't blame Diane for being so upset. Why was she so upset about y/n, I mean y/n is gorgeous and smart. But she is so young, she's only 24. Tomorrow was going to be a good day, tomorrow I was finally going to make some decisions about Maeve.

Waking up the next morning felt like a chore. The sound of my phone going off was much worse than my alarm clock.

"Reid."

"Spencie, it's y/n," the angelic voice I was longing to hear was music to my ears at 3 in the morning. "We have a case, JJ called me and told me to call you. Which thinking about it is a little strange- wait that's not the point of this call. I need you to pick me up."

"Yeah I can come get you," I said rushing around. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Thanks Spencie, I owe you big time."

Running around my room, I tried to pick my best outfit. y/n loved when I dressed in blue or purple, so I decided I would dress in blue this fine morning. My light blue button down and my tight navy pants, made me look a sexy professional as I would say, so would Derek (and hopefully y/n). I hated driving, but I would never tell y/n that, she is too cute when singing in the car for me to say no to her.

On my way to her apartment (which was very small and in a terrible area), I began to think about what y/n said on the call. JJ called me and told me to call you. Why wouldn't JJ just call me. I mean I do tell JJ about my problems with Maeve and my schoolboy crush on y/n, but she was so upset when I first said it.

"Maeve is literally your dream girl Spence, why are you trying to stop that? And for y/n, now I know she is smart and wow, she is hot, but Spence, she is 24. She still has a lot of growing up to do. Also, I didn't work my ass off to save Maeve for you to end things with her."

JJ was right, y/n was too young and too naive to know what she wanted. Hell, I didn't even know what I wanted. I fell for a girl over the phone and then realized she's not at all what I thought. I should have known.

Arriving at y/n's apartment building I texted her a quick 'here' before noticing her car tire had been slashed. The passenger door opened and y/n sat down handing me a large coffee in her typical reusable to-go cups. "y/n you didn't have to bring me coffee," I said.

"Spence, it's three in the morning and you are driving," you said with a straight face. "I brought you the coffee so you wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel and we would die." I laughed before taking a big swig of the drink and heading to the office.

"I saw your tire had been slashed, what happened?"

"I don't know, JJ called me so I went out to get my go-bag from the car because I left my good mug in it and I saw the tire was slashed. I have no idea how it happened or why, it's really annoying though, I just got new tires." The situation with y/n's tire was strange, I mean she lives in a complex where nearly twenty cars are out front if they aren't in the back lot. Why only her car? Maybe it was nothing special, just a coincidence.

y/n heard my phone ring and looked at the screen, "It's Maeve," showing me the screen. "Why is your girlfriend calling you at 3:30 in the morning?"

"I have no clue y/n, leave it to ring out. I'll get to her later."

This has happened before. When I drop y/n off from a case that ran late or after a night with the team. I get calls and texts from Maeve enraged. Does she honestly not understand we work together. We live less than six minutes from each other, so when we ride together it's not like either of us are going out of our way.

After spending most of the car ride singing to Taylor Swift, we arrived at Quantico and rushed to the elevators. We weren't late, but y/n liked to be early so she didn't look sweaty for the team.

"Why do you hate looking sweaty?" I asked her.

"Well, when our Unit Chief is a TOTAL dilf, I'd like to at least look nice," she said smiling. I frowned. "Kidding Spence, not totally, but I like to look nice because I am still proving my spot on this team and good hygiene is very respectable."

Of course she has a crush on Hotch, not that she has daddy issues or anything. But they are so close and the validation he gives her is a bit too much to be work appropriate. I'm honestly just so glad its not Derek she has a crush on.

"That makes sense, I'm going to call Maeve to she what she needed," I said stepping towards the conference room. "She's been calling me non stop." y/n nodded as she rubbed paper towels on her armpits.

Right as I was about to dial Maeve, her name flashed across my screen, "Hello."

"Spencer, what the hell," she screamed. "Why were you at y/n's at three in the morning."

"Maeve, tell me where I am right now," I said.

"You are at work Spencer," She answered. "But that is besides the point. Why did YOU pick her up?"

"BECAUSE WE WERE GOING TO WORK AND SHE LIVES SIX MINUTES FROM ME," I yelled, tired of her assumptions and bitchy, clingy behavior. "JJ called y/n and told her to tell me we had a case and her car's tire was slashed so she asked for a ride. There is no harm in that."

Maeve let out a large breath, "I don't want you around her anymore."

"What, I can't do that, we work together," I laughed.

"Quit," she said shortly. "Or tell Hotch that she is terrible to work with and isn't qualified for the team."

"Maeve, you are angry. I'm not quitting and y/n is very qualified at her job, Hotch wouldn't believe me."

"Then why do you help her if she's qualified?"

"I told you that last night, this conversation is over." I hung up the phone hearing her protests. I looked over and saw the team looking at me, they obviously had heard the interaction. y/n looked confused. Why was she being brought into this?

The team walked into the conference room, "Garcia, you can begin," Hotch said. Turning to me he said, "We will talk about this before we leave." I nodded. I didn't listen to Garcia presenting the case, but I looked at y/n. She looked like she had been crying, I don't know why, hopefully it wasn't me. After the presentation, Hotch gave us thirty minutes to gather ourselves before we needed to be on the jet.

He pulled me into his office, "What was that in the conference room?"

"Maeve thinks I'm cheating on her with y/n," I said. "It's not a big deal."

Hotch looked at me sternly, "Well it becomes a big deal when our newest agent tells me she should transfer because she doesn't like that she's interfering with your relationship. Now y/n cannot be transferred, she is an asset to this team and the team loves her. You need to sort your shit out with Maeve." I nodded and walked out the door over to y/n's desk where she was getting her small things together.

As soon as she saw me walking over, she began to walk away, "y/n wait."

"I'm going to see Penelope," She said, not looking at me. Even without looking directly at me, the tear stains were evident.

I looked over at JJ who had seen the whole interaction, "JJ what do I do?"

"Well Spencer, you need to either break up with Maeve or get over your crush on y/n," She said sarcastically. "In my opinion, you should break up with Maeve anyway. After hearing that phone call, I think she sounded toxic and manipulative. Give y/n some space, she just got a lot thrown at her. She thinks she's a homewrecker."

I sighed, "I know I need to end things with Maeve, but I feel so horrible."

"You feel horrible even though she treats you like that?" JJ asked, shocked.

"I just don't want her to think I led her on or I actually was cheating on her with y/n."

"You may not be cheating on her with y/n, but Spence," I looked up at her. "You like y/n, you can't deny that. y/n still is the other woman, whether its intimate or not."

JJ was right, I was about to walk up to Penelope's office when Derek reminded us we had to leave. Looking ahead, I saw y/n talking with Hotch. She looked upset and Hotch looked concerned, but when he looked over at me, he was pissed.

As we made it to the entrance of the jet, I told JJ and Derek I would meet them on the jet, wanting to talk to Hotch, "Hey, what did y/n say to you?"

"She told me this was her last case," Hotch said. "She gave Strauss resignation forms and is going to be an elementary art teacher. Now she isn't even transferring. Fix this now or you will be suspended from cases and you will be staying back and doing paperwork until I see fit. You and your relationship problems should not have led to y/n leaving the team."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. y/n was leaving the team. She was leaving because of me. Because I was so enchanted by her smile and the slight gleam in her eye.

Worst of all, she isn't even staying in the FBI. She is going to do the job she said she always wanted to do after the FBI. y/n always told me she wanted to stay in the FBI and then when it got to be too much, she wanted to teach art.

You may say I'm a terrible person for basically emotionally cheating on Maeve, but Maeve and I would never work in the long run. She may have been my back then, but she will never be my forever.

Walking onto the jet, I felt the hostile stares of my teammates. y/n sat at the corner of the jet, alone, reading her favorite book, Little Women. While the book is very boring in my opinion, I understand the appeal to y/n. A strong female lead who doesn't believe in the common standards in her time period. Much like Jo March, y/n was strong willed. She always put up a challenge to the ideas she opposed.

I unfortunately, was Theodore Lawrence in this situation. In love with Jo March, but I needed to show it to her. The only and strongest difference was that I am in a relationship.

I need to end it with Maeve.

That however, will be easier said than done. Maeve is much like Amy March: annoying, greedy, easily angered, jealous, and most of all the one that is settled for.

But no, I, Spencer Reid, will not settle for Amy, I am going to get Jo.

I was walking over to y/n when I was stopped by Rossi, "Don't make it any worse than it already is, kid." Appalled, I looked at him and then the team. Their faces all said the same thing only Rossi was able to make into words. I decided to sit not near them and not near y/n. I sat by myself and created a plan to keep y/n at the BAU.

The plan went as so:

1. Convince y/n to stay and explain relationship problems with Maeve

2. Break up with Maeve

3. Tell y/n what truly happened with Maeve (phone calls, kidnapping, and after)

4. Tell y/n feelings (and pray she feels the same)

This plan was definitely going to be easier said than done. The hardest part being breaking up with Maeve.

The case wasn't eventful and easy to figure out. The unsub was killing people who looked like his wife that left him at the altar. Not once did Hotch put me with y/n, understandably. Instead, y/n spent her time with JJ and Hotch.

I decided to not talk to anyone because I needed to devise my plan. I needed to break up with Maeve, but make sure I kept y/n out of it. That was going to be the challenge, Maeve was going to blame the break up on y/n. I decided to text Maeve a quick 'jet is landing. I'm coming over. We have things to discuss.'

I turned off my phone, knowing Maeve would start blowing it up. The jet landed and I went to begin step one, but Derek stopped me from going towards her further, "Pretty Boy, I know you want things to get right with Pretty Girl, but give her space. Just a little and sort things out with Maeve. After hearing what JJ and y/n have said about her, you should end things.

I nodded and sprinted to my car, seeing as y/n got a ride with Penelope. The ride over to Maeve's house was tense, even though I was alone. I couldn't stop thinking of the outcomes that could occur tonight.

Making it to Maeve's apartment, I kept reciting all the things I could say to her.

"I don't feel a spark anymore." Decent.

"You are a controlling bitch." Too harsh.

"I never really knew you." Getting there.

"I think we need to try new things." Fuck. I had made it to the door and I didn't know what to say without the possibility of hurting her. Breaking up with her is the only thing I can do to save my friendship with y/n. Its also the only thing I can do to save myself from this toxic mess of a relationship.

I knocked on the door and it was immediately opened by a very angry Maeve, "Spencer, finally you are here. You were taking so long I thought something may have happened, were you with y/n?"

"No Maeve, I wasn't with y/n," I sighed. "In fact we aren't even talking."

"Well that's perfect," Maeve said. "Why do you look upset about that?"

I looked at her surprised she didn't understand, "Because Maeve, she heard our fucking fight yesterday morning over the phone. She isn't talking to me because she thinks she ruined our relationship-"

"She did-"

"NO SHE DIDN'T MEAVE!" I screamed. "y/n is leaving the team because you are jealous of anyone in my life. First it was JJ, so I pushed JJ away. Then Derek, so I pushed Derek away. You have ruined all of my friendships with my coworkers and are now making work a living hell. y/n didn't ruin our relationship because it was already fucking ruined Maeve. How did you not see it?”

"What? Spence?" Maeve went to touch my arm.

I stepped away, "No Maeve, this is over. We are over. After we stopped Diane, I thought we would be perfect. But we aren't, we aren't good for each other at all. Whenever I accomplish anything at all, big or small, you fucking disregard it and talk about something you did. I am helping y/n, I like y/n. y/n is nice and she listens to my facts and she doesn't judge me for having feelings."

"Spencer, do you think I do that?" Maeve asked with a fake sweet act.

"Think? No Maeve, you do all of those things. Yesterday you told me to quit my job or tell Hotch y/n wasn't qualified. You should be supporting me. This relationship is not good for me. I am leaving, none of your stuff is at my place so you don't need to come over ever again." I quickly left the apartment, ignoring Maeve's pleas for forgiveness.

Sitting in my car, I quickly drove off to y/n's house. I needed to see her, to explain to her what had been happening.

YOUR POV

When I met Spencer, he was my mentor. Very quickly after that however, he became my best friend on the team. Since we lived so close together, it was common for us to carpool to and from work and work events.

I quickly learned about Maeve once I began to get closer with Spencer. Spencer's manipulative, psycho bitch of a girlfriend that was out to ruin my life. I had never done anything to try and involve myself in their relationship, but when they have problems it's always my fault.

After hearing Maeve and Spencer's phone call, it was a no brainer for me to leave the team. However, I knew that wasn't enough for me to get rid of the taunts I had been receiving from Maeve. And by taunts I mean she slashed my tire. I was offered a job at one of DC's most prestigious private schools to teach art and after the phone call, I decided to take it.

Now, I wasn't upset that Spencer didn't like me back. I was upset that Maeve was making him decide between us when nothing had ever happened. I thought Spencer was cute, definitely, and there were times when we were a little too touchy or flirtatious. But, I saw it as Penelope and Derek and I'm sure he did too.

I sat in Penelope's car trying to focus on the road whilst she was screaming at me, "WHY ARE YOU LEAVING? You can't leave y/n. You just got here and we like you here. Maeve and Spencer have had problems for a few months, it's not because of you. JJ and Maeve also got in a fight because he thought Spencer was too handsy with her and I've barely ever seen them touch.”

"Pen, I'm leaving because I have a great job opportunity," I tried to reason. "I was eventually going to take it, but I don't want to hurt Spencer's relationship." Penelope sighed, giving up her attempt to have me stay. We got our Wendy's before Penelope went to drop me off.

As Penelope drove up to my apartment, I noticed a figure standing in front of my house. It looked familiar.

Spencer

"Pen, so you think I can stay over tonight?" I asked.

"No, go talk to pretty boy, have him explain," Penelope responded.

I walked up to my apartment, Spencer looked at me. His face lighting up under my front porch light. He had flowers in his hands. Daisies. "Spencer, what are you doing here?"

SPENCER'S POV

"Spencer, what are you doing here?"

"If you'd let me in I think you need to know what has been happening," I said handing her the flowers.

"Okay, come in," She said grabbing the flowers and unlocking the door. "That you for the flowers."

"Daisies are your favorite," I said quietly. "You never told me, but you always said you liked the name Daisy for your daughter and I just assumed."

"You guessed correctly Spencer," y/n said putting the daisies in a jar.

I sat on her couch, the one I had sat on to watch countless episodes of Dr. Who when I needed to get away from Maeve.

"Can I explain?" I asked as she walked over with a coffee.

"Sure Spencer, but I don't think any explanation will make me stay," she answered.

I sighed, "Well you know the whole Maeve back story right?" she nodded. "Well after we saved her things were great. I was happy, so happy and so in love. But around the time I started to die down from the holy shit you just almost died phase, I began to notice all the flaws and toxic traits in her and our relationship."

y/n nodded, "And you couldn't see any of that before because you only ever talked over the phone?"

"Correct. Maeve, she is very smart. So smart that she often would say things to undermine the fact I went into the FBI and as she would say instead of something useful. At first I thought it was a harmless joke, but when she began to say things like that in front of the team, it crossed a line. When I confronted her, she accused me of lying, saying she never said anything like that. She has always been decently jealous, she was jealous of JJ and even jealous of Alex Blake. Blake's spot is the one you filled, she was like a mom to me. Now, she is jealous of you.”

y/n looked motionless, "Why is she jealous of me Spencer?"

I looked over at her nervously, "y/n we are very close right?"

"Yes, Spencer, you're like my best friend."

I nodded, "yes and Maeve didn't like that. She was very jealous of you because at one team dinner before you joined, Garcia showed us a picture of you from Instagram. When everyone saw the picture, everyone was like wow she is so pretty and you know, you are very gorgeous and I'm a bad liar so I agreed. Maeve and I got into a huge fight because of that. Ever since, she is like really jealous and then we sorta became a mentor, mentee relationship because you are so young and I was so young when I joined.”

y/n looked surprised. Did she not know the team thought that about her. However, y/n nodded, telling me to continue.

"Then I realized how close we lived and we started to carpool and hang out. This was when the aggressive texts and phone calls began. The team knew I needed to break up with her, but I didn't want to make it look like we were seeing each other, you would never like someone like me.”

y/n laughed, "She was jealous because we carpooled? Did you know she was the one that slashed my tire that morning, I got a clip of it on my Ring doorbell."

"Seriously? Sounds about right. Anyway, I broke up with her. She isn't what I want y/n. I want to be with you. And I know you might not like me and-"

y/n cut me off with a laugh, "Spencer are you serious?" I looked at her confused. "I have had a crush on you since I first met the team. I was heartbroken when I found out you had a girlfriend."

"Actually?"

"Spence, why would I lie to you?"

"Will you come back to the BAU?"

"I'll talk to Strauss, but I think if we want to do anything we should wait. I don't want people to actually think we were having an affair."

I laughed, "Definitely not. You were the other woman though. Kept me up all night thinking, dreaming. You infatuate me y/n y/l/n."

"Well I am very glad we got that done with," y/n said. "Watching you with Maeve was like watching the end of Derrick and Addison's relationship on Grey's Anatomy."

"What?"

"Never mind Spence, we will have to save this topic for another day."

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Why I hated the Lucifer finale (long post)

THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS for Lucifer season 6 and the series finale specifically, so please look away if you do not wish to see them.

If you’re down for spoilers, read on. The long and the short is that I hated the finale and I’m ready to talk about it.

Imagine an Indy 500 racer (I only know like two car races, so just go with the metaphor) and they’re coming in first! Go, them! But then, for some inexplicable fucking reason, they stop, turn off their car, get out, and set the vehicle on fire... five feet from the finish line. This is pretty much what it was like to watch the Lucifer series finale.

I’ve spent five seasons and several years of my life praising the writers. Every choice they made seemed intentional, and they all seemed to really get how stories ought to operate - not just to keep fans interested, but to remain true to themselves. Every major plot point, up until the finale, I got behind. I didn’t like all of them, obviously (we spent 14 months between season 4 and 5a, with our favorite fictional couple in limbo, and it succckkkkeed... but I understood it from a storytelling perspective. Thematically, it made sense and fit in with the rest of the show and its established arcs.

But boy, howdy! There was one scene in 6x10 - well, really one thread that ran through the whole of season 6, if I’m honest, but this was brought to a head with one scene - where the show effectively seemed to say “fuck the rules, even if they are our rules”. The scene in question occurs about halfway through the series finale, when Lucifer, Chloe, and Rory all return to the penthouse and have that emotional goodbye scene with their daughter as she returns to her own timeline.

Lemme explain the glare by recapping the scene.

Rory’s grateful to Lucifer for helping her stay on the right path and not kill Le Mec. Lucifer says he just doesn’t want her to experience the pain he did when he gave into his dark side. He has this revelation and realizes his calling was never to torture souls in hell, but help them move on by processing their guilt. He wants to heal Hell and be its therapist. The job will demand a lot, but he absolutely believes he can manage both. Rory says he can’t, because this timeline is how it all has to happen. This outcome is made possible by this specific chain of events, so this particular chain of events needs to occur in exactly the right way for Rory to find her peace. She then demands that Lucifer give his word to make it so - to abandon pregnant Chloe and unborn Rory for Hell until Chloe’s death. He refuses - adamantly - at first, but after repeated demands as Rory slowly fades away into her own timeline, he eventually acquiesces. Both he and Chloe hate the idea, but it’s FUCKING FATE OR WHATEVER and their kid wouldn’t take no for an answer. So, it happens. That’s the most pivotal scene in the entire series; it’s THE big sacrifice, and it goes down... like that.

I have two distinct (but not necessarily disparate) problems with this scene. First, the assertion that this particular timeline is the only way to arrive at this particular outcome seems antithetical to one of the show’s core themes - free will and personal choice. Closely related to personal choice, we’ve got THE biggest, most important thing to ever happen in the show - Lucifer’s BIG sacrifice - and it’s ultimately not even one he makes freely.

This choice to sacrifice his happiness is not one he readily makes, like the one he does with Chloe in Heaven when he decides to die for her. That was 100% his choice, so the weight of it really hit us viewers like a brick. It’s something he agrees to under pressure, under duress. That ain’t it, chief. For a show that has spent six seasons explaining that all choices we make are ours and ours alone to live with, having the single most important choice ever made in the show being effectively made by an external force - that is, having the choice made FOR him - just doesn’t sit right with me from a storyteller.

The message this scene sends is that, ultimately, certain things are fated. There’s a sense of inevitability with this whole time loop thing, as though this predetermined path is the only one that will bring Lucifer to the desired outcome. But that can’t be true on a show that’s spent six seasons focusing on choice and growth. Of course Lucifer is free to choose, free to carve his own path. That’s THE POINT of free will. This whole inescapable time loop thing and the demand Rory puts on him to keep it as-is seems to run contrary to that idea, though.

I’d go a step further than that, though, and say that it negates six years of storytelling. It undercuts one of the main messages of the show and effectively ruins - I said what I said - the series as a whole. We spent years building toward this, only to have it fall flat in the end.

I’d like to take this moment to clarify something: I LOVED THE ENDING.

I knew from the day I sat down to watch this show for the first time that DS would get a bittersweet ending. It’s been building toward that for six years, and every point in Lucifer’s arc all but advertised a bittersweet DS separation until Chloe’s death as the “end” of their story on earth. Their happy ending was never an ending at all, but the years they spent as partners on earth. They had a beautiful, incredible, amazing middle that I don’t think a single member of this fandom would trade for anything in the world. And they did ultimately end up together - for ETERNITY, at that - in the afterlife. I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I could not have seen the show ending any differently than it did.

How we got there, though? That doesn’t fit. That scene, the time travel thread, and the way that was basically force-fed to us as the only possible conclusion just felt super at odds with this core message of choice guiding us. If Lucifer had chosen this himself, if the time travel thread’s rules had been a bit more flexible (enough to still leave room for free will), then I’d have been able to suspend my disbelief and accept the finale as it is. But I can’t because that’s not what happened.

It’s indescribably disappointing to see your favorite show - one you’ve literally described as “practically perfect” in terms of storytelling - fall so far and basically betray you in the end. I’m hurting. I’m angry. I feel cheated, like the goalposts shifted in the last few seconds before my team could score a touchdown.

So, THAT is why I hate the Lucifer series finale.

Thanks for reading. Yes, I’m pissed the fuck off. With time, I hope the anger fades and I’m able to just focus on the good stuff because I actually loved season 6 except for that. But I’m not there yet.

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