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IT’S TIME AGAIN
*child playing dress up with ** *
“Now she/he’s happy!”
“She/he looks dead inside-“
*(child)big smile*
-
“You know what I’ve realized?”
“Some thoughts are better left unsaid?”
“Nice try, anyways-“
-
“I could fix him, but whatever the hell is going on with him is way funnier.”
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“I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.”
“Mine just says ‘*** no.’”
“I want you to apply it to every possible situation.”
-
“Oh my god! We won!”
“Yeah I know.”
-
“Wait for me you before you go attacking! I can’t heal you if your already dead!”
“I’m sorryyyyyyy”
-
“Why are you burning our marriage certificate!?”
“Good luck trying to return me without a receipt.”
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“I've never had a student score zero in everything.”
“What do you mean?! I chose the perfect spell for every situation!”
“Well, you answered "fireballs" for every situation.”
“What do you mean, person within fireball distance?”
-
“So you’re dating ***?”
“What? No! I’m just buying him an accessory since he has terrible fashion sense!”
“That’s literally a wedding ring.”
-
“Remember what I told you?”
“Don't be a cunt.”
-
“Darkness!”
“Oh my god. *, could you come in here for a second? **'s acting up again.”
“Hey ya, **, you acting up again?”
“You!”
“Yeah, it's me.”
** looks over to *** then back to *
“You are not the man of the house.”
“... Okay, yeah, that tracks. Alright, sorry honey, nothing I can do.”
“You are useless.”
-
“Bad news, **** locked themself outside of their own house.”
“Good news, we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.”
“Bad news, *** finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute guys/girls/enbies.”
“Good news, a cute guy/girl/enby saw me do it.”
“Bad news, it was **, and since they’ve already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, they’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. They know.”
-
“Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?”
“If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.”
-
“Hi, I’m ** and I like burning things! You look flammable.”
-
“Some people eat snails.”
“They must not like fast food.”
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“*** won’t wake up, what do I do?”
“Did you try kicking him?”
“Yes.”
“I’m out of ideas.”
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“I wonder if she/he likes me..”
“He/she doesn’t.”
“What if she/he doesn’t?”
“He/she doesn’t.”
-
“We've known each other for a long time, right? You've come to respect me?”
“Sure.”
“Well, get ready to stop.”
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“You know, it wouldn't kill you to be nice to ** once in a while.”
“We don't know that.”
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“I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner.”
“**, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck.”
“Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not.”
“Well, I mean yeah.”
“So come downstairs while they’re still hot.”
“Wait, you just made them?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets.”
“Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time **.”
-
“Who are we fooling, we’re all going to hell anyway.”
-
“*bad joke*”
“And the crowd went home.”
-
*playing bad music*
“This is fire!”
“Put it out!”
-
*playing bad music.*
“Yoooo! Turn it down!”
-
“Do you or do you not have me saved as ‘**'s puppyboy’ in your phone?”
“…”
“You know, your cloak looks amazing today.”
“Answer the question, ***.”
-
“I wish there was a better way to deal with **.”
“There is, but we’re all too pretty for jail.”
-
“Murder is okay! Sometimes!”
“So long as you kill the persons arresting you.”
-
“Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.”
-
“My heart is just dead right now.”
“Your heart is always dead.”
-
“I was walking around hoping no one would notice and no one did.”
“The moral of the story is… lie.”
-
“What’s 2 + 2?”
“4!”
“8!”
“21!”
“It’s 8! It’s 8!”
“Okay then what’s 10 + 10?”
“46!”
-
“It’s no longer gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. It’s gaslight, gatekeep, guilttrip.”
-
“Last I heard, you were still on the run.”
“Last I heard, you were still a bitch.”
-
***, taping a knife onto a Roomba* “Be free, my child.”
** entering the room with a small cut on his ankle* “Who the f-“
-
*(People) is gathered in the living room for a meeting*
* *** walks in and sits on **’s lap*
“…”
“Why are you sitting there?”
“There’s no free seats!”
“But we made sure there was enough room for-“
*hugs ** tightly* “There are no free seats.”
-
*just found out someone they hate has a crush on them.*
“This is scary..”
“What? That a boy/girl likes you or that it’s ***?”
“Both.”
-
“I did a bad thing..” - ***
*next day*
“What did you do?” - *
“One minute I’m trying to remember” - ***
“I do a lot of ‘bad things’ daily” - ***
-
"Don't you know who I am? I'm broke, bitch. Recognize"
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“The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice.”
“Sacrifice? I nominate ***.”
“Wait, what?”
“Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue.”
“I'm 5'9, it's like average height in most of the world!”
“Its not that kind of of sacrifice!”
-
“Worst she/he say is no.”
*ask for number/flirts*
“Your like a brother/sister to me.”
“We just met-“
-
“I never question my wife/husband’s choices because I am one of them.”
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“My full name is *** * **** ****** *** (last name).”
“Did ur parents have a stroke while naming u or something?”
“Knowing them, prolly.”
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“We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.”
“Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.”
“Not when you’re playing with **, it’s not. They put words like ‘ephemeral’ and I put ‘dog.’”
-
“I think we can be evil as a treat.”
“We?”
“We.”
*** I’m the other room* “Oui is French!”
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“You've got to act tough, ***! Show 'em you can't be pushed around! Show 'em they can't mess with you!”
“Right. Yes. Tough. Got it.”
*** standing up on his stool and slamming his hands down on the bar* “I'LL TAKE A CHOCOLATE MILK.”
-
*after the Squad has been separated for a few years*
“what have you been up to recently? “
“Leading a revolution with *****.”
“Good for you two! Me, I've joined the mob.”
*nods* “Oh, how cool! That's awesome!”
“I know! Anyway, have you heard from the others? ***?”
“Happily living as a hermit in the woods. **?”
“Wrongfully locked up in an asylum, which reminds me, we need to break him out later. *?”
“Cult leader.”
“Yeah, that sounds about right.”
-
“He/she took one look at my face and burst out laughing. Who does that?!”
“Best friends actually-“
-
“Oh no! My daughter/son is weird…”
“Your only now learning that?”
-
“Do you know the best way to respond to disagreement?”
“With tears?”
“No.”
*tears up*
-
“i'm going to make one of those diagrams that uses circles.”
“venn”
“probably tomorrow”
-
*breaks down the door to ** and ***’s room*
“GAYS/LESBIANS! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!”
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“While in a stressful meltdown, his/her boyfriend/girlfriend provides comfort with a bowl of ice cream and words of kindness.”
“Sweetie, you will fail if you keep sitting here.”
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“Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.”
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“This food is too hot... I can't eat it.”
“You’re very hot, and I still eat you.”
*silence*
“YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!”
“One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!”
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*shows drawing*
“It’s screaming in fear!”
“It’s screaming in fear of someone wanting to keep it alive.”
“I’d be screaming if someone did that to me too.”
-
“Okay, help me, please!”
“Got two words for you.”
“I bet they won't be helpful.”
“Your problem.”
“I was right.”
-
“What do you want to be for Halloween?”
“Respected.”
“Appreciated.”
“At peace.”
“...I was gonna be a cat.”
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“You deserve a reward for putting up with me.”
“You are my reward.”
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“You deserve a reward for putting up with me.”
“True, you can be really difficult at times.”
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*rolls over in bed and knees *** in the side*
“Ow! you kneed me!”
*sleepily* “Yeah, I do need you….”
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“Honestly, I am so evil. So full of darkness. I feed of the souls of the living I strike fear into-“
“You sleep with a teddybear.”
“He’s my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS!”
-
“Well, remember when ** made a romantic dinner for me?”
“***, they microwaved you a pizza.”
-
“Hey, I took your soul last month and-“
“No returns.”
*sobbing* “But it's making me sad...”
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“Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment?”
“They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.”
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“Who are you to demand anything!? I run this town! You're just a bunch of low-income nobodies!”
“Uh, election in November. Election in November.”
“What, again?! This stupid country!”
-
“Yesterday, I overheard ** saying ‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’ and **** replying ‘Trust me,’ and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.”
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“I'm never having a debate with *** again, he/she literally started his/her argument with ‘Riddle me this.’”
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“Hey, are you free on Friday? Like, around 8PM?”
“Yes?”
“What about you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Great! Because I’m not. You two go on without me. Enjoy your date.”
“Did he just-“
-
“I have a plan.”
“Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.”
“…”
“…”
“I no longer have a plan.”
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“The real question is: was all this legal? Absolutely fucking not!”
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“I’m really sorry about that.”
“It’s okay! I like You cause your weird and spontaneous, I never know what to expect from you!”
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“I gave her/him a knife.”
“So you put all our lives at stack?! For what!”
“He/she gave me a kiss :(“
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“I gave her/him a knife.”
“So you put all our lives at stack?! For what!”
“He/she gave me (expensive gift) :(“
-
“So your technical a billionaire now, congrats! And can I borrow 20 bucks?”
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“No I’m gay! I cant!
“No your not, I’m gay. Your five.”
-
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I’d probably be a criminal or something.”
“There’s better ways to make money then stealing it.”
“I said nothing about theft! I just wanna go to jail. And don’t worry it’s gunna be small and simple and harmless.. like arson!”
-
“I have an idea.”
“A good idea?”
“Let's not get ahead of ourselves.”
-
“I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.” - ***
“This is a lie.” - *
“I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.” - *
“THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.” - *
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“Did you know? There is no escape.”
“Yeah I did know that.”
-
“*** started drink to forget her/his past.”
“It’s highly effective because now he/she can’t remember anything!”
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“Why is this so much heavier then the other one?”
“Could it be the weight of my sins?! NOOOoooOoooOOOoo.”
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“Okay then. You’ll regret it.”
“YAY! I LOVE GETTING CONSEQUENCES TO MY ACTIONS!!!”
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“Where are you going?”
“To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!”
“I told you I did! It’s coming here on Friday!”
*** knowing full well that ** got *** an engagement ring* “Wow, I can’t believe that!”
-
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know. My brain told me to do it and I went ‘okay!’”
-
“**, I was thinking by the way.”
“That’s a bad start.”
“Are we…(something people usually hate)?”
-
*doing a lecture*
*** falls asleep*
“*, wake him up!”
“Why do I have to wake him up when you put him to sleep?!”
-
“(Band/choir/restaurant that no one likes because is actually really bad) is the best one!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you SURE?”
“Yeah!”
*later*
“I don’t know if she/he’s commit to the bit or you know…”
-
“Would you like to join our (choir/restaurant)?”
“No.”
“You answered that really quickly-“
“NO.”
*later*
“Why didn’t you give her/him one of your polite ‘no thank you’s?”
“No thank you.”
-
“Sorry guys, won’t be able to help for the next 9 months.”
“YOU’RE PREGNANT?!”
“No, I’m in a cast. My brother/sister pushed me off the roof. I broke my leg.”
“Also he’s male so how does that work?”
-
“What's worse than a heartbreak?”
“Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.”
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“There’s Murphy’s Law, they say, and then there’s **’s Law – if something has the potential to go wrong, ** will be there to push it in just the direction to make it happen.”
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“Help! They won’t leave.”
“Ma’am, sir, wha’ver you is, I don ca’e. Get out.”
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“*teasing while saying best ways to go on a date with their child/sibling*”
“***!”
“Take this as a substitution for a shovel talk. I’m shoving you two together instead.”
-
*Laughs* “Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing-“
“We’re married.”
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“You might not know this, **, but I am a flawed person.”
“I do know that.”
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“Breathe, just breathe.”
“I’ve done nothing with my life! I’m a failure!”
“Awww, that never bothered you before.”
-
“I bet if you look ‘self absorbed’ up in a dictionary, you’d find your picture.”
“My picture’s in the dictionary? Is it a good one? What am I wearing?”
-
“We can't lose. Because we have this.” *points to his chest*
“We have heart?”
“Heart? No, me. I'm pointing at myself. I'm going to win this for us.”
-
“What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done?”
*sighs* “I killed a man.”
-
“Are you regarded?”
“Yeah I’m regarded.”
-
“Can you be serious for five minutes?”
“My record is four, but I think I can do it.”
-
*telling a story about two friends that they knew*
“for ** and * are both happily married”
“To each other, you can't convince me otherwise”
-
“Okay let’s go-“
*is playing with something they shouldn’t/something breakable* “Put that down.”
-
“You can find practically everything at a junk shop!”
“Except a will to live.”
“That’s expensive to get. How much you paying?”
-
“Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, *** is walking in this room.”
-
“What did you two do?”
“………..”
“You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.”
-
“Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!”
“More like since You eight.”
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“I’m the sexiest bitch in this therapy waiting room.”
“And that’s not concerning to you?”
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“**, you’ve done a crime. You’ve done it again.”
“Oh no.”
-
*cocks gun* “Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.”
-
“Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.”
“Actually, *** is my favourite.”
“Okay then, it is I, that bitch.”
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“If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.”
“I think that was a threat. Send help.”
-
“I love tea!”
“Oh so your British?”
“We’ve been dating for three years. You know this.”
-
“** what's your type?”
“(* their lover).”
“That's sweet.”
“It's also a lie, his type is (hair colour).”
“That's not true!”
“The first person you ever had a crush on was a (hair colour) man.”
(Optional)
“I met * long before I met ****.”
*spews water* “****?!”
“I was talking about ******.”
“I never had a crush on ******!?”
“That's bullshit.”
“Are we gonna talk about the **** thing or... No....? Okay.”
“No it's not!”
“It most definitely is.”
“What?”
“You blushed every time you were around him.”
“I- I did not!”
“Yeah you did.”
“No....?”
“Even the way you talked about him sometimes I could tell you had a crush on him at one point.”
*flabbergasted* I- I huh? Did I?”
*walks over* Hey ** can you- What did you guys do to him?”
*wide eyed staring at the ground, mumbling incoherently*
“He's having an existential crisis, give him a minute.”
-
“I think-“
“That’s a dangerous thing coming from you.”
-
“(Very different name from their own. Not even a little bit similar)!”
“Have many times I got to tell you my name ain’t (not their name). My name is ***, *** (last name).”
-
“I have a confession to make.”
*gasps*
“I was caught eavesdropping on (day).”
“*tells a fake story to promote something of theirs, like an event or store*.”
“So moral of the story, (stock/tickets for event) are running out.”
-
“Yeah can’t handle loud sounds. My ears are too sensitive.”
“How do you survive (parties/parades/concerts)?!”
“I don’t.”
-
“I really don't want to go.”
“Stay calm and trust yourself.”
“Say you're ill.”
“Pretend to break your leg.”
“Really break your leg.”
-
“Ah yes. The mysterious and beautiful *, so demure…”
“…I wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes?”
*screaming*
-
“FUCK YOU.”
*raises eyebrow*
“Ew no. Go die in a hole.”
-
“Please, stay out of trouble.”
“Not my strong suit.”
-
“Cry me a river so I could drown in it.”
“That’s not what I meant by that.”
“Then what did you mean, huh?”
“What’s happening?”
“*** said I can’t hang out with his dog/cat.”
“My dog/cat’s at the vet.”
-
“Wait so your parent/sibling/friend is the (leader/owner of like some kind of animal), right?”
“Yeah..”
“Is that why (animal) keeps attacking me!? I thought he/she/they liked me!”
“Oh ****..”
-
“I didn’t miss that social cue, I thought it was stupid.”
-
“Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.”
“That's deep.”
“That means that ketchup is a smoothie.”
“That's deeper.”
“...You guys are idiots.”
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“So, how long have you and * been together?”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. * and I are not together. No. No.
“Really? Sixteen ‘no’s? Really?”
-
*Finally stands up to abuser/person that hurt them both*
“Babe that was hot.”
“How hot?”
“So hot you should do it every time.”
“I’m working on it…”
-
* carrying a box* “What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?”
“….”
“What’s in the box?”
“What woul-“
“**, what’s in the box?”
“I think you know.”
-
“You know I can drive.”
“Drive me Crazy?”
-
“Hey hey hey!”
“You don’t talk to me like that.”
*does no with finger*
-
“What’s your real name?”
“Chris********.”
“Isn’t that Christ?”
“THATS THE BEST ONE!”
-
“*flirting*”
“I got a man/woman.”
“Small thing. You could have two.”
“Nah he/she loyal.”
-
“God, you’re SO clingy.”
“YOU came into MY bed?!”
-
“Anyone else gave that awkward moment where they have a crush on their wife/husband?”
“No- because I already married them? I had a crush on them since we started dating? Are you okay?”
-
“So, are you two dating now?”
** and *** “Yes.”
“Why?”
“I happen to find ** very appealing.”
“Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with **.”
-
*lying down and crying*
“There, there. Why don’t you take some time off to not be around me while you’re like this?”
-
“The difference is that kids are helpfully unhelpful. They will make the job harder. Teens are unhelpfully helpful, also cable of malicious compliance.”
“You told me to unload the dishwasher. Not put it away.”
-
“Ow!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I have a weird pain right above my eyebrow. “
“It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.”
*sibling that’s four years younger walks in*
-
“Why are you wearing red?”
“It’s orange!”
“That’s red.”
“*tries explaining why it’s actually dark orange and not red*.”
“And that’s black-“
“At least you know what black is.”
-
“Hello?”
*** looms over* “Oh your close…”
*looms over more* “Your getting close..”
*looms over even more* “You getting real close-“
-
“I’m going to murder someone.”
“Yay! Murder!”
-
“But his name is **!”
“Anyone named ** is on my hit list.”
-
“He sees you because he had eyes. Not because he likes you.”
“Is that why he kissed me like a bowl of soup yesterday? Cause he has a mouth?”
“A bowl of- what is he a dog?”
“Yeah he doesn’t listen very closely to what you say cause he cares. It’s because he has ears.”
“Is that why he scratching my arm as if he was marking it? Cause he has hands with nails?”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS MAN?!”
-
“I’ve been waiting for an hour!”
“What time did you finish?”
“(An hour ago). My (person that picks them up) only comes when my family member/friend finishes.”
“Wow. That’s homophobic.”
-
*sees child walking in looking for someone*
“Hey! Who you for? I’ma theft you!”
-
*pretend hitting friend/family member*
“Don’t hurt him/her! She/he’s fragile..”
“Sometimes.”
-
*makes *** a cup of tea but puts salt in it*
*** sips tea*
“…”
*** finishes tea*
“Didn't it taste bad?”
“Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.”
*tearing up* “Oh, okay.”
-
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
“You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.”
“MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!”
-
“Recently someone asked me how i put up with him. and the answer is i don’t.”
“**?”
“Of course.”
-
“Look! Can your religion telling explain that?!”
“Can your science explain why it rains?”
“Yes! Yes, it can!”
-
“hey, ***! what if we got a dog?”
“Huh? we already have a dog. **, remember?”
“What?! Why am I the dog?!”
-
“two bros chilling in a bed, not a millimetre in between cause they’re so gay.”
-
“Stop devoting yourself to a man.”
“Um, excuse me. This is my girlfriend.” *points to man in a dress*
“Yeah. Okay. Fair.”
-
*playing a game but teammate made a mistake*
“When you mess up, I don’t give a fuck. I just continue.”
“WE MAKE NO MISTAKE!”
-
“This Girl is on fire!”
“No really she’s on fire. She’s on fire! Put her put!”
-
“Have you seen this boy/girl?!”
“Not today thankfully!”
-
“Does that dog bite?”
“It don’t got a single teeth in its mouth.”
*shows rows of very sharp teeth*
-
“He/she may be a dumpster fire, but he/she's MY dumpster fire.”
“...This thing must be broken.”
-
“Murder?”
“Yes.”
-
“Question.”
“Answer.”
“Murder?”
“I’d love to do that right now, any kind, especially suicide.”
-
“I'm cold.”
“Here, take my hoodie.”
*meanwhile*
“I'm cold.”
“I can't control the weather, **.”
-
“What time did you wake up today?”
*screatch* “Sorry.”
“**, what time did you wake up today?”
“3….pm..But before I moved I use to wake up 5.”
“Wha- what time did you go sleep!?”
“10.”
“10 pm!?”
“Am…”
-
“Heh, and what’s a tiny kid like you even capable of?” *pats head*
“I killed a man.”
“…” *removes hand*
-
“Hey, can you do me a favor?”
“Sorry, I have to go do literally anything other than this.”
“You don’t even have a legitimate reason?”
“Oh, no, I do.”
“Well, what is it?”
“You see, I simply don’t give a fuck.”
-
“Listen up. I’ve got one good reason why you should listen to me, instead of **. Look at what I can do!” *does a one-armed handstand*
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“No, no, she's got a point.”
-
“And that’s why-“
*starts walking away*
“Hey! You get back here!”
*starts walking away then turning back around*
-
*sees that their parent came on time for them*
“WOOOOOO! Yeah!”
“Wait- come here!”
“Oh right-“ *hugs neck tightly* “WOOOO!”
-
“If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.”
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“When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why *** made me get tested.”
-
“Merry Christmas!”
“IT’S AUGUST!”
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“I would never kiss a man.”
“You kissed *** and ** in the span of 15 seconds. What do you mean ‘I’ll never kiss a man’?!”
-
“Here’s how to hype up your girl/boyfriend while he/she struggles to learn (their native language).”
“My (language is getting no where. I understand nothing.”
“That’s not true. I will play you a (language) conversation and you will tell me how much you understand.”
*(children cartoon in language)*
*surprise face* “I understand all of it! I understand (language)!”
“It’s a conversation designed for a 6 year old to understand but we don’t have to point that out to her/him.”
-
“Which one of us do you think is gunna die first?”
“I hope it’s me.”
*laughs in drunk*
“I hope so too!”
-
*watching a conversation between their friend/lover and a god*
“*something bad that happened to the last person*”
“That won’t happen to me right?”
“It better not!”
“I’ve never fought a god before but I’m willing to try everything once!”
-
“No.”
“No what?”
“You can’t kill me. You don’t have my consent to kill me so no.”
“Alright, have a nice day.”
-
“I’m taking away your straightness.”
“Oh no..my straightness…whatever will I do?”
-
“Ugh! The past is in the past!”
“Yeah yeah yeah. And my fist can fit up your ass.”
-
“My pronouns are he/him but my gender is Danger.”
-
*sees friend/lover.*
*hands food.*
*they don’t eat it so puts in mouth and they start eating.*
*realises they are half asleep.* “Wake up!”
“Huh- what- what am I eating?”
“*food*.”
-
“Can I have some water?”
*starts chugging her/his water bottle*
*chokes from drinking too fast*
*spills water all over him/herself*
*coughing* “I don't have any water.”
-
“Hey I’m about to get in the shower. You wanna join me?”
“There’s a pistol taped underneath the island in the kitchen. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to shoot me. Aim for the head, don’t stop until I’m dead.”
-
“I’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because I don’t have money, but I do have fists and I am always angry.”
-
*13th birthday is soon*
“Yes finally! I’m going to be a teenager! I can destroy the world!”
-
*their friends accidentally crossed into magic persons land*
“Did you do something to them?”
“I only revealed their true forms.”
“You turned them into pigs…”
-
“I failed at raising a tamagotchi how the fuck am I supposed to raise a child.”
-
“Do you ever love them so much you’d kill for them, but also want to strangle them sometimes?”
“…”
“Just me?”
*raises hand*
“No ***, put down your hand, your apart of the problem.”
*lowers hand*
-
“Are you straight?”
“Straight from hell.”
-
“Did you know that your sister/brother is a robber?”
“Yeah, she/he stole my life, happiness, and sanity.”
-
“My mother’s my spawn point.”
“Then what’s your dad?”
“World generator.”
-
“You wanna tell me how this happened?”
“Well, *** thought-“
“Oh man, I wish that (wo)man would stop doing that.”
-
“And you see her/him! He/she did nothing!”
“I did my nails…”
-
“Oh, is that bag new?”
“Yeah, my daughter/son claimed the other one.”
-
“**, you are very hard woman/man to keep track of.”
“It’s called allusive, darling.”
-
“What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever said?”
“Help. Asking for help isn’t giving up, it’s refusing to give you.”
-
“So your telling me I made a volcano with baking soda and you are trying to take over the world.”
“Yeah.”
-
“Come on **, do it for our friendship. You can't put a price on that...”
“Yes I can, dear. Fifty dollars.”
-
“Hey can I-“
“No, I don’t have time to get you out of jail for the next two weeks.”
“No I was going to-“
“No, *** been on my ass since the last time.”
“No I want to-“
“** hates when you do that. Don’t try.”
“Get ingredients to bake. I want to bake.”
“Yeah I still don’t trust you to do it.”
-
“I want a hamster and you want a baby. What- what is this?”
-
“My mother always said that it’s impossible to mess up chicken wings.”
“Unless your ** that is.”
-
“Is murder illegal?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Cause your killing someone.”
“What if it’s ***?”
“Uhm-“
-
“You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like ‘huh..’”
“I saw you.”
“Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of * in a turkey costume.”
-
“Okay buh bye! Stay stay!”
“Mhm hm you too.”
“Off yourself.”
“Kill yourself.”
-
“You're making me look bad!”
“Ok. Number one, you don't need my help to do that.”
-
“How many hours of sleep have you gotten?”
“Over what period of time?”
“…I don’t like that answer.”
-
“You know, there’s something weird going on with your face?”
“What?”
“You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that?”
-
“How much sense you got?”
“Oh I got 50 cents!”
“Not what I mean…”
-
*reading a recipe* “Beat three eggs?”
“It means like in hand-to-hand combat.” “Ohhhh-“
“Both of you get out of this kitchen.”
-
“*investigating person who has a crush on sibling/parent*”
“If this singing business doesn’t work out, you should be a psychiatrist.”
-
“You know the story on the radio gets crazy when everyone stops talking and the volume gets turned up.”
“(Description of ***) has been found placing bombs on government property.”
“Nah that’s just a regular Thursday.”
-
“You know at first it made me feel ‘what?!’ �� but then it made me feel ‘what..?😔.”
“You did not just say those emojis out loud.”
“Well duh! I have to explain how it made me feel very angry face emoji verse sad face emoji.”
-
“For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.”
“Okay.”
“If you don't want to die, give me all your money.”
“Bold of you to assume I have money.”
“Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.”
“Bold of you to assume I can die.”
-
“I would do anything for money.”
*later*
*covered in blood* “THE STATEMENT STILL STANDS!”
This is for you Bunny(I KNOW YOU SEE THIS, DONT LIE)
I have been collecting incorrect quotes from IRL, things online or my own self. Have at it. I have to many and I really want to share :D
“You know, I used to think that ** was a bad influence on you.”
*arm stuck in somewhere it shouldn’t be*“Oh?”
“Now I realize that you both influence each other to do equally stupid things.”
“What has the world come to?!”
“Depression.”
“You can't make everyone like you; you're not **.”
“What? Not everyone likes **.”
“Who doesn't like **?!”
“Uh”
***, gripping *'s shoulders with the intensity of a thousand burning suns “Names, *, now. GIVE ME THEIR NAMES”
**(female) struggling to to open something so asks ****(male) to help but **** can’t open it so they ask ***(female) to help and they open it
“See ****, you have to become more feminine”
“What-“
“Cause even with barely any nails or with long nails the girls can open it better then you!”
“What do we say to the universe when we’re having a bad day?”
“How dare you seek to inconvenience me. I have been through things that you can’t fathom.”
“Why does it feel like the world fights me in every turn!?”
“Eat good food, happy thoughts come soon”
“Where is **?!”
“At very time and moment that is illegal to share-“
Honestly doesn’t take much to confuse me. I’m just a simple lad.
“YOU'RE A MONSTER! I'm so proud.”
“WHAT is wrong with you. It is so attractive”
"We're not dating, but we're devoted toeach other, and get jealous if someone hits on the other, but we are just friends"
“i'll cut your throat open, that'll shut you up!"
"you're beautiful...”
“Seems like I touch a nerve”*touches their own broken nerve* “AAAAH-“
"** brought emotional trauma to a knife fight”
“How much longer are we going to wait?”
“Just... give it a few more minutes.”
* ** continues to forcefully push at a door that says pull on it*
“I just drove thru a rainbow” -*
“am I gay now?” -*
“a gay drive-thru?”-**
“Cheers!”
“To what?”
“To my most beautiful and amazing boyfriend/girlfriend!”
“Huh? What? Do you have another one?”
“By the power invested in me.. gay”
“This is the best financial decision I’ve ever made”
“What colour you want? Red or white?”
“Thats blue and gold.”
“OH- thats a mistake!”
“What colour are the balloons?”
“Red(white), green(gold), purple(blue)”
“I thought you were blind but turns out your blind and colourblind”
(Extra)
“What?”
“I literally just ask what was next.”
“Huh?!”
“Oh so you’re deaf, blind, stupid and colourblind!”
“Oh i forgot your deaf, blind, stupid and colourblind! What don’t you have?!”
“Colours.”
“**, what don’t you have?”
“Brains?”
“What is this?! Vomit green!?”
“It’s olive..”
“It a mistake, that’s what it is.”
“Are you excited for (school name)?”
“Why would I ever be excited about school?”
“In my defence, I was left unsupervised!”
“I think I’ll die actually. Let’s try it!”
“You have to upgrade from a bystander and become-“
“A bully!”
“What you got there?”
*Very dangerous person behind them* “A smoothie?”
“Ah, yeah, I’ve heard about that! Rates are crazy in the States, right?”
“I’m from Canada.”
“Oh.”
“** you don’t have to talk. I have to talk.”
“If you push me, I can push you back.”
“No. You can’t.”
*in the other room*“Can I come out?”
“You’re gay?!”
“No! I can out like that last year!”
“I am a mosaic of every person I have ever loved”
“You Know other men/woman/gays and didn’t tell me?!”
“So, how did you two meet?"
“...You know, we actually legally can't answer that."
“As a members of the high gay council, he is gay.”
“Shout out to (person), gotta be one of my favourite genders”
“We'll blow up that bridge when we come to it."
"Nothing is getting blown up, **."
"The bridge is!"
OR
“Not with that attitude”
“Remember guys, pain is just weakness leaving the body”
“When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade, make life take them back.”
“Aw, he’s cute and stupid. I’m keeping him.”
“He- he almost killed like half of us with that shit!”
“Shush.”
“Hey ** do you know about the autistic monkeys?”
“Wha- *laughs* N-nO”
“Good.”
*laughs* “that’s so funny, the autistic monkeys”
“I said Arctic Monkeys”
“Oh- *laughs* Y-yEah, I know the band”
“What- I mean monkeys that live in the arctic”
“Oh- we were not on the same page for this entire conversation”
“I DID IT! I MADE HER/HIM CRY!”
“In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”
“I- thanks?”
“Who needs hygiene when you got cake?”
“Your horrible and I love you”
#I’ve been forgetting to post these for a month or so#thos one is extra long :3#have fun!#Can I say that the first one will forever be my favourite#just for the context of what actually happened
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CFC 187
1. The chapter title is “You Lied to Me!” I can already see we are going to get utter sweetness for Valentines Day!
2. Red dresses and silver masks - are they going to a drug drop or an Eyes Wide Shut party?
3. A cure for what is He Yu asking about? I am inclined to think it’s a front to make Duan trust him (because he will think He Yu needs psych ebola desperately) because nothing in his thoughts indicates he knows XQC is gravely ill.
4. Woo, more corpses for Valentines’ Day. Alas this murder is unlikely to be followed by fucking.
5. This is Meatbun’s delightfully bleak sense of humor to a T:
6. He Yu got shot in the lungs?!?! Either my MTL is wrong or I better hope the org has amazing medicine since normally this is hope you prepaid for your gravestone territory. I do not like how this chapter makes me feel - paaaain!
7. He Yu sitting there, alone and numb and waiting for death, too tired to even care his whole plan, his whole life, just got blown up, all alone as always and the XQC calls. Somehow I don’t see a cessation of pain there. Meatbun is out with more knives than a fancy steak house!
8. He Yu crying and bleeding on the phone. Just what I yearned for. NOTTT
9. The thing that keeps hitting me over and over again is how little He Yu can survive on, how little care he needs to keep going - he will take just crumbs and subsist on them. Here he is, thinking XQC betrayed him, used his one weakness against him - to get him caught and possibly killed - and now that he’s accepted he loves him, his reaction to this supposed betrayal, which is much worse than any betrayal he snapped over after the tower, is not to want to destroy XQC or to hurt him but to hang onto the tiny bit of comfort that even in that betrayal, XQC did not give up fully.
His capacity for love, and to love without expectation of equal return, is astonishing.
10. HY finally picks up the phone with trembling hands and hears the worried XQC and maybe there was a small chance to avoid maximum pain (small - since he’s terribly wounded and about to be arrested) but then the door breaks open and Chen Man is leading the raid. OK, time out from angsting over He Yu to say that officially I AM REALLY REALLY REALLY FUCKING TIRED OF THAT GUY!!! There is a Russian saying “в каждой бочке затычка“ which literally means someone “is a plug for every keg” but as a saying means someone who is always intruding and getting in the middle of every interaction and conversation and I swear to God, whoever the long-dead Russian was who came up with that saying, must have met Chen Man, impossible though this is. Ugh. (Yes, objectively, Chen Man is largely doing his job and even his less OK motives aren’t exactly serial killer level. But he’s a fictional character so I don’t need to care if he’s objectively an OK person, all I need to care about is whether he’s fucking annoying me to death and HE IS!!!!)
11. But yeah, HY was still thinking that maybe XQC betrayed him because he had no choice (accurate!) until he saw Chen Man, and then of course now he jumps to the worst conclusion. And I don’t blame him. He’s young, seriously wounded (and pain clouds judgment), under extreme psychological stress and suffering for well over a month, has been told by XQC repeatedly XQC does not love him, is vvvv jealous of Chen Man, XQC told HY he’d oppose himif HY did bad stuff etc etc etc. And in a way, HY is both wrong and not wrong - XQC did not willingly betray HY and he does not fancy Chen Man or join this because of him, but XQC would have never even known about the raid and got dragged inif it wasn’t for Chen “cork in every keg” Man.
12. The fact that HY is so envious of Chen Man being able to stay in the light, having comrades etc - my heart. Because it is about jealousy over XQC,yes, but it’s more than that too - Chen Man has a loving family, Chen Man has a societally praised job, Chen Man had XQC’s steady care and regard, Chen Man got infected by RN13 and cured without any bad aftereffects (at least so far, as far as we and HY know) etc etc etc. It’s like HY has a thin slice of bread and Chen Man has a feast and now Chen Man is trying for HY’s last slice.
13. HY trying to get Chen Man to kill him. Oh my God. And then there is an explosion. I bet something on that misbegotten ship blew up and took the ship down. My guess is that everyone will think He Yu died in the explosion and XQC will feel distraught (as he fucking should!!!! Maybe if you didn’t keep pushing HY away for the dumbest reasons, none of this would have come to pass. Also, while we are at it, even little grandmas know to password lock their phone!) and probably collapse and end up in the hospital. Maybe the truth about his condition will come out then, but I only give it 50-50. I think XQC will have to confront how he felt for HY and how his course of action was wrong though, which is GOOD. Meanwhile, HY will be saved by the org and join them and I think after this little episode, he’s just hollowed out and while he will want to bring the org down (I can’t see this changing, they did so much awful stuff and HY never vibed with torture of innocents), he will have emotionally written XQC off and not hope for anything there any more and just carry the heartbreak and anger within him (and an inability to move on but layered with acceptance and rage) - think Mo Xi at the start of Yuwu. I hope this eventually leads to XQC having to fucking chase and take initiative for once, but not without a lot more pain for both of them, I am afraid.
In conclusion, this was a Valentines Day chapter all right! Insofar as:
Pretty much the same vibe!
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My prompts
So I have written some prompts that you can ask to use. I will continue to add more. The ones that have italics or look like 'this' can be anyone's dialogue. I just added it so you know it's not only one person talking. To ask, you can just request the number of the prompt/s you can ask for multiple prompts, but please don't add too many. The ones that have a period at the end of the numbers, don't mind that. That's for me to remember something. Okay, anywho, take your pick :D. Remember you don't have to request one of these, you have your own idea, that's good! I'll be happy to write it! If you have a certain gender you want the reader to be don't forget to ask! You can also request me to add prompts to the list too! Okay so here's the prompts :)
1 "Oh no."
"What is it? What happened? Who died?"
"I think I just felt an emotion."
"You have GOT to be kidding me."
2 "Excuse me. I have to go make a scene."
3 "They're like a hurricane in human form."
4 "Fix it."
"It's a ransom note: I don't care about grammar!"
"There is no excuse for bad grammar."
5 "What does the little blinking light mean?"
"It means... wait blinking light?"
6 "What letter comes after 's' in the alphabet?
"T?"
"Ooh, yes please!"
7 "Why is there a magical portal in the bathtub?!"
8 "I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don't trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen."
9 "We can't have a crisis- my schedule is already full..
10 "How long have you been standing there?
"Longer than you'd like."
11 "Small fire! I said to set a small fire! This is not small!"
12 "I want to go home."
"And I want to go to the moon. It ain't happening, sweetheart. Time to accept that."
13 "It's really not that complicated."
14 "Close the door."
15 "It's three in the morning."
16 "Why are you helping me?"
17 "Just trust me."
18 "What are you thinking about?"
19 "Someday you'll thank me for kidnapping you?"
20 "Who sent you here?"
"I wasn't sent here... if anything, it was an accident."
"Made by whom?"
"Myself, I suppose."
"You sent yourself here on accident?"
"Well, I certainly didn't come here on purpose..."
21 "I just want to be happy."
22 "Can I sleep over? My parents are fighting again."
23 "Why won't you let me help you?!"
24 "You know we make a pretty good team."
25 "You're a horrible liar."
26 "You're freezing. Come here."
27 "I'm saying that because I care about you!
28 "Sing me a song please.
29 "I can explain./!"
30 "Come here."
31 "The real treasure was the memories we made along the way."
"I almost died!"
"Ah yes, that was my fondest memory."
32 "They're crying, what do I do?"
"Go comfort them."
"How do I do that?"
"Start with hugs."
"With what?"
33 "Somehow you don't even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt."
34 "Stop waking me up in the middle of the night."
35 "Any shorter and you'd probably fade out of existence."
36 "I fixed you breakfast. I know it's just a bowl of cereal, but it's the only thing I can't burn."
37 "You just gave off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at."
38 "It's not my birthday."
"It's definitely your birthday."
"Give me a calendar and I will prove it to—oh. Never mind. Happy birthday to me."
39 "Bold of you to assume I wouldn't just summon a trans-dimensional entity to help me avoid all my problems."
40 "I'm not human. I never was. So, why are you expecting me to act like one?
41 "Everything here can kill you, but I can do it most efficiently."
42 "They took my wallet. Yes, just my wallet. Well.... maybe my passport too."
43 "I don't think of you as a protector. More like a friend."
44 "You deserved that."
45 "Shh, shh. You were dreaming."
46 "I won't leave you behind."
47 "You should be in bed."
48 "What's our exit strategy?"
"Our what?"
"Oh my god, we are all going to die."
49 "Oh my god, you're taking up the whole bed."
50 "I could keep you safe, they're all afraid of me."
51 "I trusted you!"
52 "I know your secret."
"You're gonna have to be more specific there, buddy. Which one? I have a lot of skeletons in my closet."
53 "Who gave you that black eye?!"
54 "Everyone keeps telling me your bad guy."
55 "Why? Because I don't want you to get hurt, that's why!"
56 "You're scared of that, aren't you?"
57 "Come on, when have my calculations ever been wrong?"
"Well-"
"Shut up, that was one time."
58 "Enjoying the view, sunshine?"
59 "While I do enjoy the silent treatment, I wasn't aware I had done anything to you."
60 "I think that's enough."
61 "They deserved it."
62 "What... is this?"
63 "You can't be serious!"
64 "I'm not sorry!"
65 "Who are you?"
"Oh sweetheart, I'm your worst nightmare."
"Wait a minute. Your that guy that tripped over my shoes on the bus this morning and said thank you-"
66 "Just because I'm helping you doesn't mean I care, your death would be a minor inconvenience. That's all."
67 "You owe me."
68 "Don't make me come in there."
69 "Don't touch me."
70 "That wasn't funny."
71 "I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten."
72 "Am I doing it right?"
73 "For God's sake! Who have you killed now?"
74 "Do you even know how to fly this thing?"
"Normally, I'd lie and say yes, but considering the fact that I almost flew us into that building, I'm going to assume you know the answer."
75 "What are you doing?! Don't eat it!"
76 "Feel free to admire me."
77 "You're insane!"
"I know! Isn't it great?"
78 "You don't know a thing."
79 "The truth is I never loved you."
80 "Is this a game to you?"
81 "Stop yelling at me."
"I'm not yelling at you! I'm just... being abnormally projective in the vocal region!"
"Otherwise known as yelling..."
82 "Don't ever forget me. Please?"
83 "I screwed up."
84 "You're my regret."
85 "No, sir. I am not underestimating the kidnappers. YOU are understanding my grandmother."
86 "Stay away from the llama."
87 "No one visits my grave anymore... wait. I don't even have a grave!"
88 "Tuna shamed."
89 "Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list."
"Who puts getting arrested on their bucket list?!"
90 "I-I can't stop it. I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, it's okay. Just breathe. You don't have to be sorry for anything. I got you."
91 "What am I supposed to tell my parents? 'Hi mom and dad, I ,snuck out past curfew, almost died, discovered I can teleport, and now I'm joining a gang of superheroes.'"
"Maybe don't use the word 'gang'."
"You think that's the part they'll have the most trouble with?!"
92 "Give me the wallet or I shoot."
"No."
"What do you mean no? I'm serious, I will shoot you."
"Let me repeat myself. No."
"Um... okay I guess."
"Aren't you going to shoot me?"
"I don't know. This hasn't happened before."
"Well, until you do, wanna grab a bite to eat? I'm starving."
93 "Watch me."
94 "I thought you were dead."
95 "You're never going to let that go, are you?"
96 "Was that supposed to hurt?"
97 "You have to leave right now."
98
"I love you."
99 "I hate you.
100 "I didn't catch your name."
"I didn't throw it."
101 "How long has it been since you last ate something?"
102. "No, don't look at me!"
103. "How many marshmallows can you eat?"
104 "Why did you kick so much in your sleep? Are you constantly dreaming about soccer?"
105 "Destroying lives, one person at a time."
106 "Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am.
107 "Just breathe."
108. "STOP EATING MY LASAGNA FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!"
109. "I don't understand why you should feel the urge to do that."
110. "I trust you."
"Wow, that incredibly... stupid of you."
111 "You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry?"
112 "You can't really blame me can you? You can only blame yourself."
113. "You keep painting me as the villain."
"Because you are the villain."
114. "Who could ever love someone like you?"
115 "I never stood a chance, did I?"
"That's the sad part - you did once."
116 "I've missed this."
117. "Who are you to tell me how to live my life?"
118. "Are you going to yell at me too? I guess I do deserve it."
119 "I don't want to have another surgery."
120. "Quit touching the IV."
121 "I was going to say something mean about them, but decided against it."
122 "How do you like raisins? How do you feel about a date?"
123. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to kiss me? I'm tired of lying to my diary."
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A Need So Great Chapter 20
Summary: Eva Moore is assigned to work the last year of her contract with the DEA in Colombia. She just wants to get to the end of her tenure, but she keeps getting drawn further into a string of murders in the city. It isn’t long before she’s forced to face the ghosts of her past.
Word Count:~2,000
Warnings: None
A/N: For the purposes of this story, Carrillo isn’t married--or, if you like, divorced. A/B/O dynamics are prevalent, and they come with their own warning. The overall rating for this story is Explicit, although not every chapter will contain adult themes.
Taglist: @dirtynerdy98 @1zashreena1 @heresathreebee @deliciouslyclassytrash @maybege @kid-from-new-zealand @clydesducktape @revolution-starter @autumnleaves1991-blog @jedi-mando @buckysalefty @anaeve @maouzon
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8.5, 9, 10, 10.5, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 21
Eva did her very best not to fidget. She’d been in this building before, though not on this particular floor. The unfamiliar location coupled with having never laying eyes on the person she was meeting with made her anxious. And, when she was anxious, she felt herself begin to fidget. She was sitting in the lobby, one high heeled foot bouncing over her crossed knee. The décor was taupe, which she heard could be very soothing. It did not soothe Eva.
A hand landed on her knee, warm and heavy, stopping her movement. She looked over at Horacio, breathing deeply. His scent—that was what would soothe her. She wondered if it would be acceptable to lean over in her chair and bury her nose in his neck. He’d probably take it in stride, but she feared the displeased looks from the others in the lobby. She’d had enough judgmental stares to last her a lifetime. There was no need to add to them.
Eventually, they were called back and led to a sterile office not far down the hall. The assistant ushered them to their seats and asked if they needed anything, an offer that was turned down. A few moments later, a man walked in hurriedly. He was dressed in a gray suit that was a little too big for him, a striped tie flapping with each step. Middle aged, hair silver enough to tell her that he’d started graying early, though he had a good hairline that was only just now beginning to recede. His belt didn’t match his shoes.
“I apologize for the delay, I was caught in a meeting that went a little long,” he said in that warm Southern drawl that Eva had completely forgotten existed. As he sat and picked up a pen, he continued, “I’m agent Richardson.”
Eva introduced herself and Horacio, smiling as congenially as she could. A firm grasp of her body kept her from bouncing her leg, but she did stutter a little. It had been a long time since she’d felt so utterly exposed.
“Agent Peña said that you’ve got evidence that could helpful in my investigation?”
Eva gave a stilted nod, scratching at the skin above her brow, “I do.”
Hands turning up in question, he prompted, “And?”
She hesitated. Everything that had been ingrained in her from an early age rebelled against talking with a federal agent, no matter how long she’d been working with them.
He noted her reluctance, “You’ve signed the immunity agreement. Anything you say here can’t be held against you, as long as you cooperate.”
Eva looked away, swallowing back the fear of going back to prison. She’d talked with Horacio about it on the flight over. He’d listened intently to her distrust of the government, had held her hand when she started to cry. And then, when her tears were dry, he assured her that, if push came to shove, he’d smuggle her out of the country. The contingency plan was already mostly formed. They’d packed lightly, and he had a set of forged passports sewn into his carry on.
“Ardent Pharmaceuticals,” she began. “I created their tax system, I initiated all their LLC licenses as of fifteen years ago. They have holdings in at least three off shore accounts, I can provide you with those account numbers and with the banks they’re associated with.”
Agent Richardson’s face was very still, Eva wasn’t sure that he was even breathing. After a moment, he said, “You’re confident you can get me that information.”
Eva licked her lips, pausing only a moment, “Yes. I can do that.”
He blinked, rolling the pen between his fingers, “Alright. Let’s get started.”
When they were walking out of the building, Eva’s heels clicking on the pavement, Horacio took her hand. Their hotel was maybe a few blocks away and the weather was pleasant for the time of year. A cool breeze rustled her hair, the smell of street food coming along with it. This was nice. Really nice.
She felt a kind of heavy relief flow out of her body, the muscles of her neck and shoulders loosening with every step. It might come back and bite her in the ass, but she’d done the right thing. She knew it, deep down.
Horacio transferred her hand to the other side, his now free arm wrapping around her middle. Their stride slowed a little. Eva didn’t mind at all.
“I love this skirt, you know?” he murmured, the pads of his fingers running along the waistband.
She remembered him telling her how much he loved this skirt the first night they’d slept together. Dreams, he’d said. Eva smiled, leaning into him.
“I do know,” she replied easily, not even bothering to hide the affection in her gaze.
He kissed her temple, leading her through the doors of the hotel. The air conditioning blew at her, a sharp contrast to the soft wind outside. She shivered despite Horacio’s warmth around her. He noticed, the arm at her waist rising up to encircle her shoulders. She touched his fingers briefly while they waited for the elevator.
“I’m proud of you.”
She looked up at him, “Why?”
He shrugged, “It wasn’t easy for you to go through all of that. We were in there for three hours, Eva. You dredged up every detail of your work to hide your in laws’ criminal activity like it was… nothing.”
Lips parting, she felt her brows come together, “Because it was nothing.”
The doors to the elevator opened and he ushered her inside. Tapping the button to their floor, he shot her a look that said he expected a further explanation. Eva chuckled, leaning back against the railing.
“This year has been...fantastic,” she started, eyes on the dusty ceiling of the carriage. “I never could have thought that I’d end up here, with you.”
A ding sounded and Eva walked ahead of Horacio, pulling him willingly along by the hand, “All those things I talked about, I’ve spent years working through them. I still think about it, yeah, and I still have to work on it. But, what that was in there? That was simple math. I need them to be so tied up legally that they don’t have the capital to pay another hitman. And, I needed to get a little vengeance—more vengeance—than I already had.”
Horacio keyed into their room, tossing the key onto the table near the door. Eva followed him, sitting on the bed to remove her shoes. Though they were comfortable, a few blocks’ walk had earned her some relief. She rubbed at the arch of her foot with her thumb.
Sitting next to her, he took her hand again, gazing carefully at her expression, “Its not your job to take down their entire enterprise.”
The steadiness of his gaze, the sincerity of his expression, was amusing. He had already made her out to be a little bit of a martyr, which was pretty much the opposite of what was happening.
Eva rolled her eyes, “I have no aspirations of that. I just want to make a little trouble.”
More than a little trouble. She wanted to breakdown their ability to make moves the way they had been doing for so long. She wanted them utterly impotent for the foreseeable future.
His smile reached his eyes, the corners crinkling, “I think you’ve achieved that.”
Not yet, she hadn’t. There was still the matter of the fallout and Eva did not trust in the effectiveness of the American government. She would have to watch from the sidelines as they worked—or, didn’t work. Either way. Eva very much wanted it to work.
“I’ll admit that it would be nice to see Myra in one of those prison jumpsuits.”
Thumb rubbing at her palm, Horacio seemed to be trying to picture it, “When it happens, I’ll see if I can get someone to take a picture, for posterity’s sake.”
He sat another moment longer, and Eva could tell that he had something to say and was trying to find the words. She lifted a brow, in silent invitation.
Pulling his lips between his teeth, he was quiet another moment before his hand tightened on hers, “I put in my resignation.”
Shocked, Eva could only say, “When?”
“Before we left.”
“Why?”
He blinked, head cocking to the side, “Because you were right. Because I’ll be dead very soon if I keep on doing this.”
It took about thirty seconds for Eva to get her mind about what he’d just said. In those thirty seconds, she made a few decisions, and maybe fell in love just a little bit more. They would have to take a detour before they got to the airport.
“What are you going to do next?”
His work was his entire life, it consumed almost every waking minute. The man probably made plans to arrest dealers in his sleep.
He shrugged, “I’ve got some loose ends I need to tie up, and then I thought we could make the decision together.”
Her jaw dropped a bit. He wanted to make plans. Together. He wanted to make plans—plans for the future—with her. Plans they could enact. Plans that didn’t involve looking over their shoulder for the rest of their lives.
Eva leaned over and kissed him, sniffing back the tears that threatened. Really, she hadn’t cried this much since the first year of her marriage. Happy tears, though, were always welcome.
In the cab the next day, Eva prompted the driver to pull off the highway a few exits early. When Horacio asked what they were doing, she simply smiled and patted his arm. The neighborhood she directed the driver to was...an acquired taste. The building that they stopped in front of was decrepit, nearly falling apart on its foundation. The place had once been the office of the mausoleum next door, but had fallen into disrepair when another office had been built on the other side. She was surprised the roof hadn’t completely caved in.
“Is this...safe?” he asked, eyes looking over the building skeptically.
Eva smiled again, unbearably amused at his choice of words, “Safe is one way to put it.”
She walked ahead of him, moving through the first floor to the back room. It was small, and part of the floorboards were missing. She had to hop from joist to joist to get to the cold air return vent. The years had taken a toll on the bones of the place, leaving the hinges off center. It took several grunting yanks to get the cover free so that she could reach into the vent and pull the bag free.
Covered in dust, but still whole, the black fabric was thin in some places from use. She’d had the thing since middle school, her name embroidered on one side. Evangeline, written in white thread that had turned yellow over the years. With shaking fingers, she traced the letters. It was the only thing she had from before she was married, everything else given up somewhere along the way. This, she was definitely holding onto.
“What is it?” Horacio asked from the door, his eyes scanning the room, mouth thin.
Eva looked up at him, “My retirement plan.”
Hopping across the joists towards him, she made her way to one of the few stable points in the front room, dropping the bag carefully. On one knee, she opened the zipper, spreading the fabric wide. Inside was every dollar she could skim from the till, about a hundred thousand in total.
Horacio was standing next to her, looking down at the stacks with pride in his eyes, “I knew you were smart.”
Glancing at him from behind her lashes, Eva grinned, “I’m practical.”
He chuckled, “Same thing.”
Zipping the bag back up, Eva swung it over her shoulder, “Needless to say, this will be my carry on.”
He quirked a brow at her, amused, “Is that all you have hidden?”
“Here, at least.”
There was another couple of bags hidden here and there, none with nearly this much in them. She would have to make plans to touch base in those locations before they finalized their...Eva paused a moment. They had plans, or they would.
She smiled, “This is enough for now, I think.”
He held out his hand to her, “Then, we should go. The meter’s running.”
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Season 3 notes popping off
due to my desire to not completely fail all my classes this year i made myself slow down significantly while listening to this season, and the fact that the other person i'm listening along with had to catch up. We've managed to convert several other people to start listening and its pretty great.
ep 81: what does it even mean to be chosen by one of them? And if he was chosen by the eye. we know Gertrude wasnt? Because she cut the eyes out of the magazines?
ep 82: elias lmao. I understand why people like him so much bahshdhdk i thought he was gonna snitch on Jon but he didnt so he's fine. Ok but how do we think he knew all that stuff. Idk probably just institute connections. I love the fact that the recorder just wants to record stuff randomly bjahsjdhd. Elias feels a lot like Michael in the sense that he knows more than he should and talks in a way that implies he just wants to wait and see how things play out for his own benefit. I understand him knowing the things that happened but his description of her emotions implies something paranormal. Maybe he's connected to one of the entities. Which one I cannot guess.
ep 83: did a file get delivered randomly to the place he's staying at? Probably elias lmao. He thinks the mannequin is related to the stranger. Idk I would believe it.
ep 84: worms? I know he says earth worms but idk. Again? Is she making gordon golems out of trash? Martin popping off. You can tell the statements get to him more that they get to Jon. How come martin is so mad about it? I want to assume he just doesnt want her to get stuck there but idk. Jude Perry. The calliope organ. Jon heard a circus in one of the last episodes
ep 89: he's talking to perry? Like jude Perry? He says ... God? Is that what it is? Lmao. The Desolation. Jon is tired of ppl being vague and not telling him stuff lmao. Oh God Jon is so confused. Compel her? Is she assuming he has some kind of power? Does he have powers? Hmm. im agreeing with jon here please jesus christ why does everyone have to be so cryptic. Just say what you mean. "maybe you get an itchy eye" bahasjkdfklsjdf girl what. Agnes saved her? Oh this is the girl from the cafe story? So theres the Cult of the Lightless Flame? They worship whatever entity this is? The Desolation? Why do they all seem like they sorta worship her then? Is Gretchen gonna die oh god. fuckin michael. a different michael aaah. i see. dont do it shes gonna burn you. sir. please. sir dont you dare do- WHAT DID I SAY what did you think was gonna happen hhh.
ep 90: try to make it less obvious you're trying to get fired big T. Elias that doesnt sound like the most healthy thing to do. oh dear is this gonna be triggering for me. uuuuuh. uuuuuuuuuh. doesnt seem like it ok gonna keep listening. Jared. hmmmmm. Ok we've seen Keay and hotner or whatever his name was.
ep 91: Michael Crew. Oh is this the lightning scar guy. Mister jon sir did you just die. No? God everyone is so fuckin cryptic. Say normal things please. They all just like to go on about pain and agony and j e s u s c h r i s t we get it you got hurted by whatever thing. So theyre avatars? question mark? Jude Perry is an avatar of The Desolation? hhhh fractals. thats a spiral thing innit. Yup. messing with your perceptions. God they all talk about feeding their god and feeding that which feeds them and. hh what does that meann. Leave big J. please. uh oh. is it daisy? how come he has the web lighter still? the tape recorder just turns on sometimes you know how it is. So he can compel people? not that he knows it obviously but. a bit wack. powers go brr i guess? If the eye just wants knowledge i guess he feeds it by getting the statements? b/c i doubt it wants him to murder ppl or whatever.
ep 92: elias you all knowing fuck what do you know. (i guess all given what i just said) Lukas. Heard of them before. Mordecai Lukas. Loneliness. The lonely even. Jonah Magnus. Elias ur sounding like a bit of a dickhead rn. lmao jon's just like "i dont care" elias what is ur deal. Why does he want to tie her in. ohh i see. lmao theyre all just like "elias why" The Unknowing lol seems very much like something the eye wouldnt like. lol elias is gettin all philosophical. what does it really mean to be human. this still doesnt answer why gertrude wanted to destroy the archives tho.
ep 93: bahsjdfh he seems so dead inside rip. awww admiral. i love him already. ghh breacon and hope. purple mold. doesnt sound like anything we've seen so far. I think the funniest explanation for breacon and hope is that they dont actually serve the stranger they just kinda happen to be a random neutral party that cart around random spooky entity related stuff. ooooh. when we hear the slight static of the tape recorder it's cuz he's compelling ppl.
ep 94: the end! listen man they were all just grayed up for 4/13.
ep 95: the end also? death but also savagery/ animalistic shit. aww martin. lmao becerra. she's just been chillin in the corner.
ep 96: return to sender. haha minecraft go brr. prediction: breacon and hope? yup there we go. jon why is there an echo. are you in a stairwell? is he gonna eat it- yup. how did i call it. unsure abt what theyre talking about but ok. they kidnapped someone? Sarah Baldwin. ooooh that guy.
ok im just putting this here so i have notes for when nicholas gets to this part. It seems like (from jon's conversation with jude perry) that the desolation and the eye are kinda at odds with eachother? like i guess not directly but it seems like they dont really vibe? so how could be with both. Cuz if he has the heat powers and shit then we know he's an avatar of the desolation. but then why does he have so much eye imagery. also he got burned intentionally? like jude did when she went on her monologue about the feeling of burning? but then why did he wear the eye pendant. it stops him from being burned all the way which seems like he's not fully accepting the fire or whatever.
Nooooo I lost like a bunch of my notes rip. I keep forgetting to save.
Ep 104: tim gives a coherent statement without jon even being there. Ugh. Fucking robert smirk. Dont like him. Joey. Dont recognize the name. The show must go on. Clown. The spooky circus?
ep 105: total war... shogun 2? jon is just understanding languages again. "if i understood mandarin or cantonese" are you sure you dont big man?
ep 106: havent we heard this one already? mans in space? oh no this is just another episode in space. fairchild... uuuh. cant remember. oh! this is related to that! this is one of the ppl from the other side. sounds like a Vast thing. oh he's the one that the dude saw? but that guy didnt have a face... she's sorta like jon. wanting to dismiss the statements. lmao i love the workplace gossip. ace jon for the win! oh cmon elias dont be a dick. sunny meadows or whatever. thats the place we heard about.
ep 107: oh great is it jude perry again. Third Degree. bahahsdkfj she was arrested. sorry but imagining this old british lady getting arrested is funny. she was trying to resurrect him. using the skin book. he's not feeling well. jon take a nap. i wonder if this is what happens when he uses his powers too much. He gets into The Zone when he reads statements lol. didn't we have a burning train car in anothre statement? is it julia fairchild? bahahahs "kidnapped. Again." poor jon honestly. julia... about her dad. daughter of the murder shed guy? hunting like your dad liked to hunt or normal people hunting. oh hunting vampires!
ep 108: melanie has been suffering. poor martin peter lukas why do you have to be like this. can he not just use the front door? does he have to bother the ppl doing statements?
ep 109: how come he cut her off? kinda rude tbh. its either jon's influence or there was smth he didnt want her saying. is it gerard on the table? this sounds kinda like smth from one of the university episodes. is it the closed eye on the hand? yup. he's like one of the students! if the thing listening in is elias then... he can do that without the tape recorder yknow. plus who's to say it wont just turn itself on again
110: who wants to bet its a leitner?
111: Lukas related to The Lonely. I used to not like Gerard that much but i like him more now. but i thought there were 15? ohhh thats right isnt flesh newer? gerry for the win honestly. finally telling jon things.
112: lol "again" no one ever tells any of these ppl anything. tim and basira are just out of the loop constantly. music, like the war episodes. The hunt or the slaughter? probably the hunt. so Daisy is related to the hunt right? basira likes the reading, she's doing fine at the institute. daisy's getting worried...
113: it just turned on randomly. what is it lol. explossives! oh boy. why do they always assume he turned it on intentionally. melanie youre not making me like you that much. which entity is this about i cant tell. lol he was disappointed it was just the end. The title Breathing Room made me think it was gonna be about the buried but i guess not. So many of these entities deal with death but the end is one that deals in just death. it has no need for fancy deaths, just death is enough
114: more hilltop road statements? the tree. oh boy. ok the tree has 8 arms obviously theres the spider parallels. was she taken into an alternate universe? oh no. jon tries to phrase things so he's not asking questions. thats honestly good. "sometimes i was kidnapped" oh dear. they got gertrude. daisy ur so odd lmao. who wants to bet they dont know the tape recorder's running?
115: silaca? or whatever? antique man? meat grinder... related to the meat is meat episode? oh wow. they buy antiques from him. maybe dont antagonize this creature which can kill you?
116: lol theyre all just so done with elias. music? is it like the one band that if you hear them you die or wtvr. oh its chess? i am very much confused. mmm stranger go brr. gorilla skin? oh shit the dance. woah. this is so good. this is so gender. the words are wonderful. "you can just say tim" lmao trying to fool elias never feels like a good idea.
117: except elias lmaoo. oh shit. leitner getting some use for once idk. bruuh poor melanie she has been thru so much shit. martin you can just say youre worried about jon. lol he's so accurate in his jon impression. lol who was that. was that daisy? lmaoo. oop hi tim. oh god i hope tim doesnt die. i feel like i wouldve heard about that? but im not sure. destroying the source of knowledge is gonna be hard for jon. yay jon! you did a good thing. let him rest.
118: go off martin lmao. awww poor martin. oh god the tape gets that squealy quality and its awful.
119: woah. lots of things happening. uhh. POP OFF TIM!!
120: lmao elias giving a statement about jon's dreams lol. damn jon doesnt even get his own dreams? has to stay Watching even when he's asleep? f in the chat this man goes thru so much shit. oh boy its peter. lol martin my beloved. idk i dont trust peter.
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RWBY Volume 8 Chapter 7 Review/Remix
Last episode before the holiday break. The long long long holiday break. And here I am only posting my review the night before we come back... I was having a lot of fun playing my new video games, okay? Let’s just get right into this with the joke everyone has already made. War: What is it good for? Actually a lot, if you can believe it. Only in this specific context though, because the warfare in the American streets these last few days is disgusting and emblematic of what has been wrong with the country for a while. A government leader sending his followers into the nation’s capital on a mission of rage and personal catharsis? Ick. At least in RWBY the tyrant isn’t attacking members of his own population... Oh wait, Mantle. :P
For a moment you might be fooled into thinking we’re starting back in the farmlands of Mistral, maybe getting another look at Oscar’s earlier life or seeing a little more of Nora’s mysteriously tragic past before she and Ren met. But no, these are the wheat farms on the outskirts of Atlas and Sabyrs are charging through like raptors through the tall grass in Lost World. A battalion of Atlesian soldiers, human soldiers I might add, stand armed to meet them. But even if they’re armed they are by no means ready. Monstra keeps coughing up a new wave of Grimm, and I do mean a wave, every minute or two and Atlas is pretty damn whelmed in the face of it. There are some big bots with guns standing in straight lines, but the majority of the defense put up by Remnant’s supreme authority on military power and strength is mortal men with fear in their hearts rather than expendable robot soldiers. And the big bots seem to be lined up in a way that the ones in the front block the ones in the back, so that’s just poor planning too. It’s just a concerning sight all together, and they are not efficiently handling the coming enemy. We cut up to Ironwood in his office, and it seems he is not dealing with this situation well at all. We know he’s under a lot of stress from all the recent events, but they are in fact mostly his own fault due to his poor decision making skills in times of crisis, and his single minded drive he calls a Semblance. Speaking of the eternally expanding list of Ironwood’s bad ideas, he decides to evacuate all the civilians into Atlas’ below ground subway tunnels. Fun fact: There were Apathy among the Grimm Monstra has been spitting out. Second Fun Fact: Apathy were last seen thriving and murdering in an abandoned underground tunnel system beneath a well. If one is familiar with fantasy television pop culture of the last decade, the Crypts of Winterfell might pop into your mind as a similarly poor place to hide all your unarmed women and children. Y’know, cuz in Game of Thrones they were facing a guy who could raise the dead as his minions and crypts are just tunnels full of corpses. Just saying, this could end up being a non-birthday massacre. Whatever captain of lieutenant Ironwood was talking to is hesitant to go along with this idea, but Ironwood puts his foot down by putting his fist down. And so his voice comes on over the city-wide PA system to tell everyone they need to get down into the subway for their own safety. Compared to the organized marching and relative calm of the poor folks down in Mantle, these rich fat cats practically trample each other to run and scream down the stairs. A father is concerned his daughter is going to get snatched up by a swarm of Lancers, but seems even more upset by the squad of airships swooping in to combat them.
Speaking of airships, we cut to the one Marrow and Harriet are flying. The Ace Ops have arrested YRJ, because of course they did, and they all hear radio chatter as pilots are reporting in about how Monstra is too tough for them to pierce from the outside with any of the weapons available to them. Winter checks in over comms to report her team’s limited successes, and Ironwood tells her to stay on jailor duty for a bit. Yang snarks at Winter for continuing to follow orders despite the circumstances, but conversation is stifled by Monstra coming into view for the group. Jaune laments that the beast now serving as Oscar’s confinement is larger than they had imagined from a distance, and Vine continues to be rigid in his assertions as to just what Grimm can and cannot do. “Grimm don’t take prisoners” he says, as if that’s an irrefutable fact. It’s not like any Grimm have done anything new or unheard of recently, like talk or grow wings or exist within a river of evil sludge or shoot up miles into the air as a geyser or have gravity Dust crystals in their underbelly to fly, or as you are witnessing right now belch out ponds worth of sludge from with waves of Grimm are emerging to fight your ground troops. Yep, we definitely know every single thing a Grimm does, especially one brought here by the mistress of the entire Grimm collective who is commanding most of them here. You sure are smart, Vine... Yang continues to be riled up and ask they be let go to help, but Elm and Vine hold her in her seat. Ironwood is heard giving the Manta jets new orders and reveals Command is working on a solution for Monstra. Winter, naturally wanting to be kept in the loop, asks what that might be. He reveals the science team is putting together a bomb that might be able to take the whale out if detonated inside it. That means Winter and the Ace Ops will be delivering it into the literal belly of the beast. I don’t know if he intends for it to be a suicide mission with the bomb going off as soon as they’ve got it inside, or if it’s just incredibly risky to try and get inside Monstra at all, but Winter pales at this news and her eyes go wide before sadly drooping closed again. She composes herself and grows determined again as she accepts the new marching orders. Jaune and Yang are again audibly against these plans due to the risk to Oscar’s safety, but they are subdued as needed, though we see Winter’s act isn’t absolute and her hands are shaking.
Meanwhile, Salem is having the time of her life doing her best Mickey Mouse impression. Classical music plays as she conducts the waves of Grimm sludge out of Monstra’s mouth like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice playing conductor to the stars themselves. Emerald watched from a distance, and seems less than thrilled about the whole thing. She heads down the halls and has to use her Semblance to keep a Seer from noticing her and potentially reporting her going where she doesn’t need to be to Salem. And where she’s going is the door outside Oscar’s torture room. He’s coughing up blood, and Hazel is still insisting he start telling the truth before Salem loses her patience and just kills him despite how futile it’d be. Instead Oz starts asking some questions of his own: Does Hazel know why Salem sought to recruit him in particular? It turns out she approached him with the promise of making a new world order where there won’t be any kingdoms or Huntsman Academies. Oz just has to laugh at that naiveté. When Salem gets the 4 Relics, there won’t be a world at all. She’s been around for so goddamn long, all she wants is for it to end, and she thinks taking the whole world down is the only way to get it anymore. This just frustrates Hazel, and we learn why. He’s pretty damn sure Salem can’t die at all, because when she first approached him about working together he spent the better part of a day killing her over and over and over again. This man, whom we know from the Battle of Haven to have massive reserves of Aura and strength to endure and keep fighting, kept fighting until he was too worn down and exhausted to lift his fists again. And in that time of weakness and awe at her power, Salem made her sales pitch that even if he couldn’t kill the one leading the Grimm he could at least have vengeance on the establishment sending young people to their deaths against her. Oz points out that that’s exactly why she went to him, because she could make him believe this was the right way, that it would bring him closure. It’s what Ozpin deserves, Hazel argues, and Oz does not disagree. But does Oscar deserve it? Do the innocent people who haven’t been affected by Salem or Ozpin yet? No, this isn’t for justice, this is personal. Because Salem said it would help Hazel. Has it?
We don’t get an answer to that, instead going back up to Weiss’ room in Schnee Manor where she’s reapplying Nora’s bandages. Still mostly unconscious, Nora mutters “Now what... am I good for?” I can think of a great many things Nora is useful for outside of her great strength and straightforward approach to combat, but its a damn shame no one has actually bothered to tell her that before now. Before Weiss has a chance to offer any, Blake and Ruby enter the room with cups of tea. I’m not ashamed to admit I initially thought they were hot chocolate cuz I’m not used to tea being that sort of amber color. Weiss admits that she’s done the most her limited medical knowledge can offer, and Nora needs more than that. Blake expresses her concern for the other half of their group, but almost slips up and says... well we’re just not sure, but we like to assume she was gonna say she’s especially worried for someone in particular. The shippers can fill that in how they like. Their moping is interrupted by May entering the room with some less than stellar news from Fiona and the others down in Mantle. They haven’t seen Yang’s team in a while, and with everything going to hell like this a search party is at the bottom of the priority list. She’s about ready to get back on the airship and head back down to Mantle, but Weiss protests and this sparks a debate. May points out that Mantle doesn’t have the luxury of the Atlas military protecting them so Ruby’s group and the Happy Huntresses are the only thing keeping the people safe from the chaos of the invasion, but Weiss argues that there are still people suffering up her and I have to agree. Just because a police force is around doesn’t automatically mean they’re doing the best job of keeping everyone safe. But Weiss pushes the wrong button by asking about May’s family. The Marigold’s were ashamed of the way their “son” acted, wanting to help the suffering down in Mantle. And so May would no longer let herself be called that, she became a woman proudly working as part of the Happy Huntresses for the service of the people. She kicked her Marigold name and reputation to the curb and her cousin Henry stepped up as the socialite snob instead.
This cannot have been an easy scene for Kdin to record, but we all need to give a standing ovation for her performance in it. Powerful words that likely hit very close to home. What a queen.
May is sure Weiss gets where she’s coming from with their families casting them aside in favor of a more obedient heir, her being replaced by Whitley after her outburst at the charity concert. Weiss wants to voice her disagreement, but May questions whose side she’s on in all this. Blake doesn’t like that, they’ve heard this talk about taking sides before and judging by her tone she’s none too happy to be hearing it now. May is about to give her a strongly worded piece of her mind too but Ruby stands between them to remind everyone there are no sides. All of humanity needs to be united, and Salem is the one creating the tension that’s dividing them so their real enemy is her. The only question now is how do they get out of this problem? The solution might be hiding just around the corner, literally. Whitley has been listening from behind the door, and he seems a little inspired.
Meanwhile Oz seems to have just finished telling Salem’s dark cursed backstory to Hazel, and it seems her final plan really is to have the world so divided and ruined that when the gods are brought back to judge it they will deem Remnant a failure and destroy it and hopefully her with it. Hazel seems less than inclined to believe this story though, he still holds a damn hard grudge over his sister. Oz is getting nowhere so Oscar asks to be put back in the lead, and so he is just as Hazel is about to wallop them again. Oz is willing to trust him so he can earn Hazel’s trust in return. So he goes right ahead and tells the big guy Jinn’s name and that it’s how you summon her for one last question. Hazel seems mad that Oscar gave up the info so effortlessly after all that, but Oscar asserts that he’s not telling Salem. He’s telling Hazel, and letting him decide what to do with the knowledge and the chance to gain deeper knowledge still. Pretty rad strategy. Wouldn’t you know it though, Emerald is still listening outside the door and heard everything. She goes to tell Mercury, but he’s busy packing a duffel bag for a trip to Vacuo. Guess Salem doesn’t need him here right now so we’ll get to see him again in Volume 9 or 10. He’s less than convinced that they should try and use this behind the scenes knowledge to go against Salem, cuz if Hazel couldn’t do it then why would he change his tune now? And why would they risk their necks too? It’s not like Oz was telling the truth, right? Salem isn’t really gonna destroy the world! But the teens get another surprise lecture from Uncle Tyrian: Of course Salem plans to destroy Remnant!! You couldn’t tell from the start? Everything about her screams end of the world, and it is beautiful! And if you thought she’d do anything different then you must really be crazy... Bold worlds from a psychotic serial killer, but we already know he’s unhinged. Mercury doesn’t much like getting this rude awakening though, especially since Tyrian will be the one going with him to Vacuo. Merc and Em share one last sad look, but he’s made his bed and now he’s resigned to lie in it. Bye bye Mercury, see you after Emerald has probably switched sides and will have to face you as an enemy...
Speaking of ships soaring through the air, we go back to the Ace Ops and YJR heading for Monstra. Yang is protesting the bombing plan since Oscar is still inside, but Vine insists they can’t afford to wait and risk further death and destruction. Jaune offers a side plan, send the three inside Monstra ahead of the bombing squad to scope things out for them and try to rescue Oscar while they’re doing recon. Marrow is shocked that they’d be willing to go into the literal belly of the beast alone, but Yang asserts he’d do the same for one of his teammates if they were in this position, right? He doesn’t have an answer for that. Elm argues that trading their lives just for one other person is stupid, but amazingly it is Ren who objects. Oscar is their friend, and they will do whatever it takes for someone they care about like that. A real turnaround from his attitude of closing himself off emotionally, but I guess he’s realizing how ridiculous it sounds coming from other people? Harriet gets out of her seat to do what she does best and start talking down to someone as naïve and wrong. Feelings are stupid, the job is what matters. When you lose someone you just replace them and forget about them. We find out that Winter is indeed meant to be the new leader instead of Clover, and before Marrow there was apparently a member of the team named Tortuga, but Ren is not about to let anyone tell him that someone is replaceable. You don’t say that to Team JNPR, and we definitely don’t say that about Ren... Not now. In his outrage, Ren suddenly finds... clarity. He starts seeing the world a little differently. In less cryptic terms, his Semblance seems to have evolved and he now sees people’s emotions swirling around them as colorful bursts of flower petals. Harriet is actually furious about losing Clover, she’s lying to herself and trying to suppress her feelings. She does not like being called out like that, but the rest of the squad needs to be put on blast. As opposed to Hare’s red petals Marrow is surrounded by blue that I guess would mean sadness or depression, Elm has orange and some red, and Vine is clouded with green. The meanings of the last two are a little less clear, but they’re all definitely feeling some strong things that they’re trying to hide under a calm façade. This is the reason the Ace Ops lost to RWBY, they’re all held back by trying not to connect with each other so unity and team bonds never formed. Elm does not like being told she’s a loser because she won’t make friends, but at least it’s a a reaction, which means he’s absolutely right. She’s about to deck Ren in the face but Winter steps in to get everyone calmed down. She looks these three “fugitives” over, and makes a decision. She’s going to trust her sister’s friends. They will get the teens in close and give them a small window of time to try and get in and out before the Ace Ops need to bring in the payload and blow it all away. Harriet is pissed Winter is giving these “traitors” a chance, and questions her decision thusly. But you’re outranked, you boob, and you can’t do a damn thing to stop her from showing human decency. They have a very tight schedule to attempt this rescue, and Jaune accepts that fully. The three get uncuffed and are given their weapons back as the ship lands at the front lines. Ren tries to appeal to the doubt and regret he can see in Marrow to get him to switch sides while the getting’s good. Marrow wants to, but he sticks to the job for now. Yang and Jaune head out first, while Ren lingers to tell Winter he knows she doesn’t want to be a part of all this anymore either, and we see a rainbow of many emotional petals around her head. Either she has a balance of many emotions in check and is the most levelheaded of the Ace Ops, or she has the most emotions repressed and her mind is a tempest of feelings that aren’t being addressed and may spell her end... take your pick.
As this militant Schnee considers her options, we go homeward to see Weiss and the others heading for the front door. May isn’t keen to stay her any longer than needed, and the kids need to make a choice about where she’s dropping them off. Either they go to the front lines here in Atlas or back down to Mantle to help with the chaos there. No other options, and especially no breaking their jailbirds out for an assist. May doesn’t have the optimism and heroic hope that Ruby still holds dear, she won’t entertain the idea that this can become a complete victory all around. This isn’t that kind of world. Either they help one place, or they help another. And even then, that’s no guarantee wherever they go will be successful at stopping the invasion. It’s very depressing, and it’s on these kids to accept the facts and make the hard decisions. If you take a look at the last few Volumes, Ruby does seem to have a bit of a habit of ignoring the dreadful possibilities/facts in favor of pursuing a hopeful and bold plan that could fix everything immediately so she doesn’t have to cope with reality and actually grieve her mistakes and losses... I’m not saying it makes her a bad character or that she’s wholly wrong for trying to see a bright side whenever possible, just that this is an unhealthy strategy for a leader with so much on her shoulders. But before anyone has time to make a decision right now, there’s a hard knock on the front door. Everyone draws their weapons and approaches slowly, before Weiss cautiously opens the door. In a most definitely welcome surprise, she is greeted by Klein!!! She missed him dearly, and apologizes for whatever fault she had in his being fired, but while cycling through personalities he assures her she has nothing to be sorry for since it’s all Jacques’ fault, the bastard. Turns out, Klein is here to use his medical knowledge to treat Nora. What, didn’t you know all butlers to heroic millionaires have field medic training? Alfred Pennyworth set the gold standard, I dare say~ But of course, Weiss didn’t call him and none of her friends know his number so who told him to come?... Would you believe it, Whitley is responsible and we could not be more proud of him! Weiss certainly is, and she gives him what might be his first genuinely loving hug in years. Klein heads upstairs to begin treatment, while the rest of the group share a hopeful moment. But this silence too comes to a crashing halt as there is further ruckus outside. This time Ruby answers the door, to see a smoking crater in the front driveway. RWB rush outside and kneel at the edge of the crater as the smoke clears. Penny has crash landed, and lies there in a pool of what we can only presume to be her green synthetic blood. All she has the strength left to do is apologize before she passes out and the screen darkens with her. There lies the end for the next 6 weeks, and we were left to panic and speculate all the while. Too bad I’m a lazy bugger who only got this review out now and there’s no tension left before the thrilling continuation comes tomorrow morning. So lets all get one last panicked sleep in before the living nightmares come for our girls! Penny is totally gonna be under Watt’s control, the Hound is coming, it’s all gonna be a huge damn mess... Can’t wait, can you?~
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YouTuber Roleplay Plots (Characters Included!)
//tw for mentions of temporary character death and violence
Before we get into the actual plot ideas I had that I wanted to share with you, in case you are interested in roleplaying any of these with me, here's a list of all the YouTubers I'm capable of roleplaying as;
Pewdiepie
Roomie (Joel)
Boyinaband (Dave)
Markiplier (Includes Egos)
Jacksepticeye (Includes Egos)
CrankGameplays
Game Grumps - Arin
Game Grumps - Dan
Wilbur Soot
Corpse
Quackity
RubberNinja (Ross)
Vinny Vinesauce
Joel Vargskelethor
JaidenAnimations
TheOdd1sOut
SuperMega- Matt
SuperMega- Ryan
Daniel Howell
AmazingPhil
Muyskerm
LordMinion777
WildSpartanz
Kingani
Pokimane
ihascupquake
Aphmau
CallMeKevin
GrayStillPlays
CaptainSauce
The roleplay can be completely platonic or include romance! But remember; if you want to include romance between two or more YouTube stars, you must be aware that it is a fictional situation and the pairing is not something to obsess over. OCs are welcome, too! I'll gladly play as one of your comfort stars for a character and I can play as more than one character at a time!
Now, let me share my plot ideas with you!
Plot #1: Among Us
Ten YouTubers are placed in a virtual reality simulation for a full 48 hours. In this simulation, the team of ten is placed on a spacecraft by the government and sent off to search for alien life. The problem is; two of the crewmates amongst them are already aliens, hungry killers at that. Character A is an imposter who actually feels guilty about the mayhem they have to cause, especially since they can hear and see the ghosts of those they've killed. Character B is an innocent crewmate who anxiously sides with Character A and the two team up until Character B finally becomes suspicious. But just as Character B tries to get away..Character A brings them down. Now Character A is haunted by their ghost until the end of the simulation.
Plot #2: Angels and Demons
Character A is a beast known as a fallen angel. Fallen Angels are forced out of heaven for supposed wrongdoings, and in this case, Character A is framed for a murder that they did not commit. This turns Character A into a cold-blooded bastard who doesn't trust anyone, not even the demons they're forced to live amongst now. Meanwhile, Character B was sent to hell completely on accident. Their friend attempted to summon a demon, which required a sacrifice. Character B became said sacrifice and ended up here as a supposed punishment for assisting in the summoning. When Character B meets Character A, they try to help the fallen angel go back to their positive ways so the two can go back to heaven together.
Plot #3: Band AU
Character A is the lead singer of a band that they created with their two best friends. One of those best friends is Character B, who has never sang for the band before, but has been secretly writing song lyrics and singing when they're alone. When Character A doesn't notice that Character B is trying to get their attention with their own songs, Character B goes to one of the members of the band's tour group for comfort. Character A becomes jealous, seeing Character B with another person, and decides to write a song about them, not knowing that all Character B wants is to be in the spotlight just once.
Plot #4: My Hero
Character A has been living a peaceful life in their apartment in the city for a few years now. But when Character B moves in next door, things take a sudden and unexpected turn. It gets to a point where Character A can hear yelling and banging on the walls every night and actually becomes concerned for Character B's safety. However, when Character A goes to confront Character B, they claim that they're not in any danger, despite living with a partner with anger issues. And the worst part is..Character B has a young child, an infant that's caught up in this mess too. Character A is determined to get both Character B and their child out of their abusive home and to help them recover.
Plot #5: Wolf Pack AU
In Mystery Falls, there's a large, dense forest that consists of four different wolf packs. Each pack owns their own area of land and isn't allowed to infiltrate any of the other territories without permission. But all of these wolves have a secret..they're actually a species known as Lycans. Lycans have both a human and a wolf form. They're identified as Alpha, Omega or Beta, based on their gender and sexual orientation. Each pack of Lycans has an Alpha leader, an Omega queen, and a Beta guard leader. The guard is the group of wolves that goes hunting with the Alpha every half-moon. Character A is the Alpha leader and after a fire occurs across their previous territory, not only is the pack forced to move, but the leader loses their partner and their pups. This makes them a stern leader, who shows no mercy and treats others like they don't mean as much to the pack. Character B is originally just a human, but after being attacked by another pack leader, they find themselves turning into a Lycan and come across Character A's pack, asking for their help. Character A originally insists upon turning Character B away, until the pack decides that Character B can act as a temporary queen until Character A gets another mate. Character A ends up finding a new friendship in Character B, and the two slowly become inseparable.
Plot #6: Zombie Apocalypse
Character A had just been arrested after being framed for the murder of a stranger. While on their way to jail in the back of a police car, something slams into the windshield and the vehicle crashes on the side of the road. When Character A wakes up from being unconscious, they find the police officer that was driving the car is now dead and that they're surrounded by..zombies. Character A manages to get rid of their handcuffs, finds a weapon and gets to work on shooting away at the zombies crawling around them. Once they can make a run for it, they escape into the nearest house, which appears to be abandoned. But it's not abandoned. Character B is a child that was abandoned by their parents and is hiding in the treehouse right outside of the abandoned home. The home was actually invaded by zombies, and Character B's parents are..dead. Character A begrudgingly gains Character B's trust and the two become traveling partners as they try to survive the zombie apocalypse.
Plot #7: Superhero AU
Character A is the hero of the city. A masked and mysterious character that everyone admires because of their strength and bravery. Character B is a new villain who has come to destroy the city and leaves their trail for Character A to find. The two would never admit it out loud, but they actually enjoy playing their little game of cat and mouse together. When Character A ends up in trouble due to the wrongdoings of another bad guy, they're much surprised to find that Character B is there to save them. That's when Character A realizes that Character B isn't so bad after all and is now determined to teach Character B how to be a good person, despite the fact that Character B runs away every time Character A comes across them.
Plot #8: Littlespace
Character A has been a caregiver for a few different age regressors over the years. They love taking care of those who are vulnerable and are in need of a new way to cope. However, none of the age regressors they've ever cared for have stuck around for a long time. The previous littles have only relied on Character A until they found someone else to take care of them. So when Character B, one of Character A's closest friends, reaches out with an interest in learning more about what it's like to age regress, Character A is shocked but more than happy to be the best caregiver possible for their friend.
These plots can be edited to suit your roleplaying needs! I'd also like to hear any ideas you may have. Please don't show any hate or distaste towards this post, as everything written here is purely for fun and is not meant to be taken seriously. Please direct message me if you're interested. I do have Discord, you can ask for it in DMs if it's easier to talk there. Thank you for your time and have a wonderful day!
Reblogs are appreciated, but do not repost.
#youtube rp#fandom rp#pewdiepie#markiplier egos#markiplier#roleplay#jacksepticeye#jse egos#crankgameplays#game grumps#twitch#rp search#rp prompts#original characters#writing prompts#roleplay ideas#dream smp#corpse#wilbur dream smp#quackity#vinesauce#writing#interest post#jaiden animations#theodd1sout#vinny vinesauce#vargskelethor#vdub#platonic pairing
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Request: “Heyyy I have a very angsty request if you’re down. Maybe the readers being accused for a crime and everyone’s confused and some people at the bau believe r did it but spencer is one of the only people who believe r didn’t. And r knows who did it but won’t tell anyone cause r doesn’t want the other person getting in trouble for it. Thank you sm! Sorry if that doesn’t make sense and thank you for taking the time to read this.” - @lavender-writer
A/N: Hey! I feel like I’ve been on a writing streak. I’ve been feeling really inspired. Anyways, I kinda tweaked the concept a bit! I feel like the BAU would always stick up for the members of their team so in this fic they’re mostly confused. This is a long one so buckle up!
Description: When the Reader gets arrested by the DOJ when they’re suspected of murder the entire team races to clear their name. The reader knows who is framing them but won’t tell the team or the DOJ in fear of the team getting hurt.
Character Appearances: Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, David Rossi, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia.
OC: Leo Walker, Agent Clarence
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds! Once again, I wouldn’t be here writing and I would’ve already written myself into the show
Female Reader! X Spencer Reid
(Y/N) - Your Name
(Y/L/N) - Your Last Name
Word Count: 2,372
Posted: October 5th, 2019
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You sat in interrogation room number 5, you remembered reading the room number before you were pushed in by Agent Clarence.
“I’m going to ask you again Agent (Y/L/N), where were you on the night of October 24th?” Agent Clarence asked you with a straight face, “I’m not playing games, (Y/L/N).”
“Neither am I, Agent Clarence.” You said curtly.
You were stonewalling him, “Bring the BAU in here. That is my only condition.”
“No.” He said. And then you went quiet again.
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On the night of October 24th, you got a phone call. You knew it was coming, you had prepared for it for a good two years of your life. Even so, your blood ran cold.
“Hey, sis! It’s Leo, Leo Walker” His voice was as cold as ice.
You gulped, “What do you want, Leo?”
“Well, I want a lot of things. But you know the thing that I want the most?” He paused, “I want the life you took from me back.” He spat the words out and your throat went dry, “Something big is happening (Y/N) and if you tell anyone, especially that little team of yours, they’re dead. Blood will be on YOUR hands.” After the last sentence, he hung up.
That night you went straight home, not even bothering to tell the team you were leaving. The next week you were arrested.
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Spencer couldn’t think. The BAU had never seen him like this, they watched worriedly as he paced back in forth in the conference room.
“Pretty boy, you need to calm down,” Derek said softly.
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Derek! (Y/N) was just arrested and charged for not one murder, not two murders, but FIVE.” Spencer yelled.
“Hotch, please. We have to go over there.” Spencer pleaded. His eyes were wild and his hair was a tangled mess. His clothes were wrinkled and it looked like he hadn’t slept in days.
The entire team knew he cared deeply for (Y/N). It went deeper than his brotherly love for the rest of the team, they knew he was in love with her.
JJ, Emily, and Penelope were always trying to convince him to ask her out, the day he actually plucked up the courage to, he got a call saying that she was arrested on the account for 5 murders. When he got that call, it was like the BAU came crashing down.
“I’ll see what I can do, Spencer. JJ, stay with Spencer. Garcia, Prentiss, I need you both to look through every little piece of (Y/N)’s life with a fine-tooth comb. Morgan and Rossi will be with me making calls to every department, this is officially a case for the BAU.
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Before this mess, you were an agent with Sex Crimes. It was your second year with the unit when you were assigned your first undercover mission. You were always teased about looking younger than everyone thought you were, you were 22 at the time but everyone said you looked 16. You never thought that looking younger would help the Bureau. Your mission was to infiltrate a sex-trafficking ring involving foster parents and their foster kids.
You were placed with the Walker family, they had 3 foster children and one biological son named Leo Walker. Leo was fifteen when you met him and when his parents and countless others were arrested, he blamed you for ruining his life.
When the case was closed it was considered classified. The sex trafficking ring had ties with the Italian Mafia and the Bureau was worried about the safety of the children involved as well as the agents involved, especially you. The Walker family was heavily associated with the Mafia which was something you found out when you were undercover, you weren’t scared at the time, just worried for the children. After your mission you were transferred to the BAU, you had been with the team for about four years now and you couldn’t be happier, you had found your family.
Even so, you felt bad for Leo. You felt bad that he blamed you for ruining his life but you couldn’t feel too bad knowing the countless number of lives you saved.
You knew Leo would come back, you just didn’t know when.
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“Alright. We are heading downtown to review the interrogation. (Y/N) specifically asked ALL of us to be there, Agent Clarence only agreed to get her talking.” Hotch announced to the team.
The team nodded. They were trained to get into the heads of serial killers but they never thought that one day they would have to get into the head of one of their own. They were confused, stressed and tired.
They all stood up at once and rushed to the SUVs. Hotch pulled Garcia aside, “Garcia, I need you to stay here. I want you to unseal file AXY-398, it was an undercover mission (Y/N) was working on before she was transferred here.”
“On it, Sir.” The sound of her heels echoed through the hallways of the BAU was the only thing the team labeled as normal on a day like today.
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“Your team is here, Agent (Y/L/N).” Agent Clarence told you, “Now, I have all the evidence I need to convict you. Your DNA was left at all five crime scenes, your off duty weapon was used to shoot all five victims!” he hit his hand against the metal table that you were cuffed to, “I’m giving you one chance to explain yourself, now is the time.”
You took a deep breath, “If you looked into my history, you would know that the weapon that killed all five victims was my weapon when I was with Sex Crimes. I changed it once I got to the BAU.”
“Well, why is it still registered in your name?” Agent Clarence asked smugly.
“Someone must’ve registered it in MY name,” you replied.
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Spencer perked up when you emphasized the word “my”. The rest of the team caught it too. You hadn’t emphasized any other words the entire time you had been held.
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“Well, who would register it in your name, (Y/L/N)? Any ideas?” Agent Clarence asked sarcastically.
You knew you were innocent but this man was getting on your last nerve, “Well it’s not like I have a BROTHER. Do I? Or did you forget to check?”
Clarence rolled his eyes, “We looked in your file. We know you don’t have a brother.”
You checked your watch, “Well you didn’t look hard enough.”
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The team shared a look, “A brother?” Emily asked in a harsh whisper.
“Spence, did (Y/N) ever mention having a brother?” JJ asked.
“No. Never,” Spencer mumbled.
All of a sudden they heard Hotch’s phone ring, “You’re on speaker, Garcia.”
“Okay, so, when (Y/N) worked at Sex Crimes she was a huge part of an undercover mission. Her main role was to infiltrate sex-trafficking through the foster system. Since our girl looks like she’s 18 now, she looked 16 when she was 22. I just unsealed the file and it turns out she was placed with a family named the Walkers posing as a foster kid. They had three foster daughters and, oh-”
“What is it, Garcia?” JJ asked.
“They had one biological son, Leo Walker.”
“Is that it?” Spencer asked hurriedly.
“No. The Walkers had ties with the Italian Mafia. That’s why the case was sealed, it was for the safety of (Y/N) and the children involved. (Y/N) wasn’t allowed to talk about it. Ever.”
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“With all due respect, Agent Clarence, you have no motive and no witnesses.” (Y/N) said. You were getting tired, it was nearing hour 8 of your interrogation and you only got one break. You hoped the team got your message, you hoped they were safe.
The door swung open and it was Hotch, “I have an order from the director. Agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is innocent. If you looked deeper into her file you would see that she was involved in an undercover operation involving the Italian Mafia. I hope that you're competent enough to make the connection that Agent (Y/L/N) is being framed. I’m sure you’ll be hearing from your director.”
Agent Clarence eyed Hotch wondering if he should challenge him, he thought about it for a minute and then he uncuffed your hands. “Have a good night, Agent Clarence!” You gave him a sarcastic smile and your best wave. Hotch’s lips twitched into a small smile which you thought was equivalent to a laugh.
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You were greeted with bone-crushing hugs as you stepped into the BAU, except Spencer. He was distant and tense, you noticed how he could barely look at you.
“Spence. Can you just talk to me?” You pleaded.
“No, (Y/N)! I can’t just talk to you. You never talked to me!” He yelled.
The team wasn’t surprised by his outburst, he had been through so much over the years but when something happened to you it’s like he couldn’t think. His brain was muddled by every memory of you.
You were speechless. After 4 years at the BAU, you and Spencer had gotten extremely close and he had never spoken to you that way. You felt defeated but you had to gather yourself, you had to catch Leo.
You turned to Hotch, “I know where Leo is, I know how he thinks. I need to find him, you can be my backup but I have to go alone. He wants me and he won’t stop until he gets me. I’m his endgame.”
Immediate shouts of protests came from the team, “Absolutely not, Little Mama. You go in, we go in with you.”
“No, Derek! He said he would kill you all if you knew. We have an advantage here. He doesn’t know that we all know, we have to use that,” you turned to Hotch, “Please Hotch, I’ve been preparing this for years now. I can’t have any more blood on my hands.”
Hotch looked at the team and then back at you, “I’ll get SWAT on the line, no one does anything without my signal.”
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You drove alone to your foster house in Alexandria, you took a deep breath, this was it. The house was abandoned but you knew Leo was there because the curtains in his old bedroom were pulled back.
You kept your hand on your gun and you had your ankle holster in case something went wrong. You opened the door and there he was, sitting in the middle of the family room.
“I was wondering what took you so long. How did you get out?” Leo asked with a smug smile.
“That’s not important. What do you want Leo?”
“You.” He replied.
“Well, you have me. Now what?”
“Give me your gun. Don’t try anything, I have eyes everywhere.”
You slid your gun across the dirty wood floor, “Good. Take a seat, (Y/N). We have a lot of catching up to do.” He pointed to an old wooden chair.
You sat down and your hands were immediately being taped up behind the chair but you stood still, he wouldn’t hurt you, not yet at least. Leo wanted you to talk and he wasn’t going to kill you before you did.
“It was so easy to frame you, (Y/N). I kept the hairbrush you used when you stayed here. At first it was because I was lonely, but like you, it always came in handy.”
You said nothing, you were profiling him. Leo was obsessive, he wouldn’t stop until he had you dead.
“Ah. Paralyzed by fear? Not so tough now.” He giggled like a schoolboy, “I’m going to ask you a series of questions and once we’re done, I’m going to kill you.”
You nodded wordlessly, using that as a distraction so you could start trying to break the tape on your hands.
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Spencer was anxious, he couldn’t stand that you were helpless with this maniac. He wished that he was in your place, he wished that you were safe.
“Hey Kid, we’re going to get her back. When we do, you can tell her how you feel.” Rossi said as he grabbed Spencer’s shoulder.
Spencer turned to Rossi, “My feelings? What are you talking about?” Spencer never told anyone about his feelings for (Y/N) because he didn’t want her finding out.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her, it’s a look I’ve seen on many men before you, it’s the same way Will looks at JJ, it’s the same way Derek looks at Savannah. You love her.”
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“Why did you ruin my life?” Leo asked.
“It wasn’t my choice, Leo. I checked on you as often as I could, but life got in the way.” You said softly.
Leo paused to think, “Are you in love?”
“Yes,” you answered immediately. You thought of Spencer, the man who had captured your heart for the past 4 years.
“With who?” Leo asked, “Consider this your last words because, after this, we’re done.”
Leo turned his back to you and you finally had a chance. You pulled your hands free as silently as you could and grabbed your gun from your ankle holster and hid it underneath your arm.
“Who are you in love with, (Y/N)?” Leo pulled out your old gun, the one used to kill the first five victims.
“S-Spencer Reid.” You said. You watched as readied his finger against the trigger. Before he even pulled the trigger a shot rang out through the house. As Leo fell, you saw SWAT and the BAU storm through the house. You grabbed your sidearm and holstered it.
“(Y/N)!”
You turned and you faced Spencer. He pulled you into a hug, “Did you mean it?” He mumbled into your hair.
“Mean what, Spence?” You said pulling back from the hug.
“Do you love me?”
“I do. I’ve loved you for the past 4 years.” You smiled with tears in your eyes.
“I loved you ever since the day I’ve met you,” Spencer replied.
“It’s good to know that the feeling is mutual,” you chuckled.
“Yeah, it is.”
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The Story of The Red Hood
(A/N): This is something I wrote a long time ago but didn't post because I felt like it was too unfactual. This is my version of Jason's backstory.
Jason telling his story on BuzzFeed Unsolved channel anonymously, not even the staff knew who he was. It was just audio and they put a few diagrams in the actual video to make it better.
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"I'm The Red Hood and this is my story. I lived in Crime Alley which was formally known as Park Row in downtown Gotham. It's the hood or ghetto whatever you call it, there was a lot of projects around there, we lived in some but they have since been knocked down. My earliest memories are of my mom and dad arguing, a lot of times it would end in physical violence against me and my mom. My dad was a piece of shit to keep it short. He was a drug dealer and alcoholic, my mom ended up getting addicted to what he sold. I don't know what type because I was 4 when I noticed she was changing. It was pills of some sort.
So it was a repeat of yelling, beatings, going hungry and mom being high for about 2 years. One thing is my dad was a drug dealer but he wasn't a good one. It ended when my father got arrested and sentenced for a very long time. I was 6 and all I knew was that he was gone and that maybe things would get better, but they didn't. My mom didn't have a job and I was basically keeping us both alive at the age of 6. I knew how the hood worked, people out there were the only people I'd ever known. So I somehow kept us alive for another year and a half. Until one day I came home from school because I was in school at this time, can't tell you how I got there. But I called out for my mom and she didn't answer, I assumed she was high again so I searched the apartment and found her on the bathroom floor. She OD'd while I was at school, she was cold so she'd been there for awhile. So I called the ambulance and gave them the address then hung up.
I already knew I didn't want to be in the system or an orphanage so I grabbed some stuff in a little backpack and left. I'd rather be a street kid then in the corrupt system. I was a smart kid, I knew not to get mixed up in gangs and drugs. I was about to turn 8 when I first got on the streets. It was rough, I was already small and malnourished because we were broke and didn't eat often. After the first few months of being on the streets I had to prepare for winter and Gotham winter's are no joke. But I found out my dad was killed in prison, I wasn't upset, he deserved it after everything he'd done to people including me and my mom. But that meant I was the last of my family, I didn't know my Grandparents and I'm pretty sure my parents didn't have siblings so I had nobody left.
So I was on the streets for just over 2 years. The streets were probably better then my home with my mom and dad to be completely honest. One night I was in an alley and I saw the batmobile, I saw his wheels and in my head I was literally like "those will go for a lotta money down at the shop". So I started taking the wheels off, I got one off and was going to go for the other one but there was a deep voice behind me that said "what are you doing?". I turned and Batman was behind me and in my 10 year old brain I thought I was dead because he looked scary. I grabbed the tire iron I had and hit him in the gut to try and get away but it didn't work. I tried to apologise but he didn't let me and just asked a question "are you hungry?" Is what he asked me. I nodded and he took me to get burgers and we ate at a random place. He gave me a place to stay and it was scary at first because I didn't think I could trust him. I found out who he was, obviously I can't tell you that information, and I got even more skeptical about him. But he ended up adopting me and those first 3 and a half years were amazing.
I became the second Robin at age 12, I was trained by him and he was the father I never had. I truly considered him my dad, still do but don't tell him that. His somewhat dad was there too and he is like a Grandfather to me, he is the only other person in that family I will admit I love with all my heart. We call him Agent A. He's awesome. But everything went kinda bad when I turned 14 and was starting to see more of the shitty things people do. I got to reckless and if anyone knows that Batman or any other hero, unless they're like me, they have a strict no killing rule. So it got close many times with me, Batman and I started arguing a lot. It drove our relationship apart and he benched me from being Robin. So I wasn't allowed to patrol or do missions anymore because I was getting to reckless.
I didn't have anything to do and I don't exactly remember how I found this out but at 15 I found out my mom was alive and in Ethiopia. My mom who was dead wasn't my actual mom, she was just my dad's wife but she took care of me when she could. Before all the drugs, I mean I don't remember much but I have a few memories of her being a mom to me. So it was a complete shock to find out that my mom wasn't really my mom and that my real mom was in Ethiopia. So I told Bats and he said he knew so we got into another fight. So I did probably the stupidest thing I've ever done. I decided I would go to Ethiopia by myself so I did. How I got there and what I did when I got there isn't important.
I found my mom and went to her. It was good for a few hours then the Joker showed up. I was familiar with the Joker because I was Robin, I knew how crazy he was. So I was trying to protect my mom but she stabbed me in the back like a lot of people have. She was working with Joker and basically lead me to him. This is where my story gets really complicated. We both ended up tied up in a warehouse with him beating us with a crowbar. Mostly me because he wanted to teach Batman a lesson. I was going through this for months, I was in the middle of a warehouse being beaten to death with my mom by a deranged clown with a crowbar. He killed my mom at some point then he left the warehouse one day because he knew Batman was close. He told me to tell Batman 'hi' but he knew I wasn't going to make it to then. I tried to get the door open but he locked it on his way out and as I leaned up against it I saw the bomb. I knew I wasn't gonna make it and I didn't.
I know that's very confusing and the only way you'll understand is if you listen. The bomb went off and it burned for a few seconds but then it was cold and peaceful. You're at peace and it's nice, especially if you had such a life as I had. But it didn't last long to me, it lasted for what felt like a few minutes before I woke up underground. I was dead for 6 months, no pulse, no heart beat, I had an autopsy, I still have the scar. I woke up in my coffin at 16, I was calling for Batman but by his real name. I realized no one was coming and I freaked out and clawed my way out of the coffin. I wasn't all the way there, I was dead for 6 months so I had a good bit of brain damage and don't remember much from after I dug myself out of the coffin except that I broke a couple fingers, it ripped my nails out and I was bleeding all over my hands. After that I somehow ended up with a whole organization of assassin's. This woman who is very significant in a few of the bats lives was apart of it and was trying to nurse me back to health but it wasn't working.
The amount of brain damage I had was to much to fix so she threw me in something called the Lazarus pit. It's basically a fountain of youth except it can bring people back to life as well. Her father who was the leader of the assassin's discovered it and kept it secret. Most of them are destroyed now but I think there's one. The pit was painful, I remember that, it feels like you're burning alive and it does for a few minutes after you get out. Then you're extremely disoriented and crazy full of rage and anger. I still have some of that running through me but it's a lot better than the first few years. At this point in my story I'm 17, I started training with the league and the woman to get my memories back because most of those were still blank. I still have a few gaps in my memory but most of it is from before my dip in the pit.
In this training I was learning about Batman and Nightwing who was the first Robin and is kinda my older brother. We weren't close when I was Robin because him and Batman weren't on great terms so we didn't hangout much. I regained my memory at some point then I was told Bruce had another Robin, who is now currently Red Robin, and the Lazarus made me angry about it. I felt replaced but what made it worse was the fact that Joker was still alive. I was never mad at Batman or blaimed him for my death, the reason I was so angry was because after everything Joker put me through he was still alive. I felt worthless and it was even worse because I felt replaced as well.
I ended up leaving the assassin's base a month or so later. I was set on tormenting Batman, I was going to try and kill him, Nightwing and Robin. It was definitely the anger because I'd never put a kid in a situation I put Robin in now. I got to Gotham and started killing the bad people, like rapists, murderers, drug dealers, abusers, pimps, just anyone making another person's life a living hell. The reason I started doing it was because prison wasn't working for them. The drug dealers not as much as everyone else but I still killed some of them. I never killed the innocent, that's something I never did or ever will. So eventually I got Batman's attention and it took a couple months for him to figure out it was me. I wanted it to take longer but I made the mistake of saying his name. So because no one really knew it at the time it made things make sense but it didn't at the same time, because in their head I was dead.
So about a week later we ended up in another fight but he was holding back because he figured out I came back to life. But I had this whole plan to have him choose between me and Joker. Unfortunately it fell through and he didn't choose either of us, we were in and apartment building in a random apartment. I had Joker and we had a talk I guess you could say. More of me being angry and having a few choice words to say to him then anything else. I gave him choices but he didn't really choose. There was a bomb and it had like 10 seconds left and I shot at him. He had his back turned but he's Batman so he dodged it, with a few seconds left he grabbed me and Joker and jumps out the window so we're not caught in the blast. It was still kinda close but I left before he had a chance to register.
Let's just say I wasn't okay after that. I have PTSD, Anxiety and Depression from what Joker did to me so it was hard to except that I didn't mean anything more to Batman then Joker did. So I was a wreck, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, all I did was drink, I was about to turn 19 and definitely should not have been drinking. I became a bit of an alcoholic just like my dad and I hated that. I eventually got a grip on myself even though it was only a little. I left Gotham because I wasn't in the right state of mind to stay there. I traveled all over the place and in my travels I ran into Arsenal and we became best friends. Still are. We started working together as Red Hood and Arsenal, we were broke as hell. Eventually we ran into Starfire and we kinda just decided we'd become a team after hanging around each other a lot. Then The Outlaws was formed.
That was probably some of the best and worst years in my life. Best because I had those 2 by my side and they are still my best friends. Worst because my mental health was at an all time low. I couldn't sleep, I was having very bad PTSD episodes, my Anxiety was through the roof, so was my Depression. Arsenal had his own problems, so did Starfire and all we had was each other to lean on and it was all we could ask for. Just people who cared and understood. We did missions pretty often as a group and we would get paid by people who requested the jobs but it wasn't much. We've slept in the worst places, most of the time not sleeping at all. But our own lives kinda pulled us away from each other. Starfire went off world back to her planet, Arsenal and I stock together for awhile until he went back to Star and I went back to Gotham. I was in a better place, wasn't killing as much, the Lazarus through my system calmed down a lot. It still effects me but no where near as bad.
I was laying low in Gotham but the Bats found out. It was only 4 of them at that point, Batman, Nightwing, Robin 3 and Agent A. It was all good until I tried to kill the Joker. It was in another not so good state of mind but I wasn't able to kill him because the bats came. I was planning to kill him the same way he killed me, beat him with a crowbar and blow him up. I was 22 at that time. They got me away from Joker and took him into custody and I left to one of my safehouses. We eventually crossed paths again but it was awhile before I could actually talk to them again. So me and Nightwing ran into each other we ended up having a talk and we kinda made amends. It wasn't anything crazy. It took a long time for us to be okay with each other again. But eventually I was able to call them family again and I visit the house Batman lives in to see them.
But as time went on we added new people, we became a bigger family as you can see. Robin became Red Robin, then the current Robin, then Orphan, Spoiler, Batwoman, Signal, Bluebird and Bluebird's brother who isn't a Vigilante. I'm pretty much cool with everyone, no one I really have a problem with except Batman because we've been through so much together. I'm 25 now and things are better, I still have my struggles and family issues but that's my family. As much as I pretend to not care they're my family and I love 'em. So this was a less detailed version of my story and look how long it is. But anyway I don't really know why I did this but I did so bye I guess.
Oh and before you ask I am not the rapper NF. I actually really like and relate to his music because we've been through similar things but I'm not him. I know someone is going to ask that question."
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The NF joke was just that a joke, don't come for me I love him lol.
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I admit that s3 was tough to watch as a Viren fan; not because his character “died”, but because it felt like his CHARACTER ARC died. To a lot of fans, he seemed to be a cardboard cut out villain and not the complicated villain we loved in S2.
But looking back on it, that's the whole point. His narrative shows his slow descent into evil and his fervent fall resulting in his own death. You gotta wonder what it all means.
I think Viren’s death symbolizes the END of his arc as a villain.
Here’s my timeline of Viren’s fall, death and ressurection.
The Man Harrow Believes In
Uncorrupted Viren
Viren is a genuinely good person at the start of this timeline, the day of the King’s Portrait. He’s such a good person Harrow himself insists he stand in the King’s portrait with him.
Viren is uncorrupted. He smiles! Acts a bit nerdy/goofy. He conveys love and adoration for Harrow with just his eyes. And he shows kindness for Sarai and her kids.
Titan Heart
Uncorrupted Viren
The next stop on our timeline is the Titan’s Heart flashback. As far as we can see, Viren is still uncorrupted. We see just how complex he is as a person. Pragmatic. Argumentive. Supportive. Stubborn. Caring. Resourceful. Brave.
1. Viren genuinely wants to support Harrow because he loves him. As his best friend, as his King. “FOR HUMANITY” is NOT his goal. Serving Harrow is his goal, its what he lives and breathes.
2. Despite his pragmatic arguments, Viren risked his own life to try to save two individuals. In other words, the sacrifice of the individual for the greater good is NOT something he’s happy to sit with.
3. He is BLUNT and honest. Uncorrupted Viren does NOT manipulate. He doesn’t say white lies either. On the contrary, he says exactly what he’s thinking and feeling. And sometimes that makes him a bit of an asshole. At least he’s an honest asshole!
4. He’s not vengeful or hateful. Sarai’s death greatly impacted him, but Uncorrupted Viren only shows grief and guilt.
This is his true self. This is Viren.
Thunder Slayer
Corrupted Viren
The first time we see Corrupted Viren is in the Virrow flashback of S3 when he and Harrow slay Thunder. Okay, this flashback is full of monstrous plot holes, but I’m gonna include it.
1. His personality is colder.
2. He doesn’t even acknowledge Ez’s presence in the room, compared to the King’s Portrait scene. Worrisome.
3. Where once was grief and guilt, now there’s only hatred for Xadia.
4. Where once he just wanted to support Harrow; he arguably has changed his goal. You’ve guessed it. FOR HUMANITY!! An amazing goal sure; but it’s impersonal…..And cold.
5. He didn’t exactly lie to Harrow. He told him he wanted to destroy the egg and why……...But he now keeps secrets from his King, his best friend.
6. He steals zym’s egg as a tool to use, justifying it because dragons are deadly and dangerous to humans anyways. Slippery slope.
7. He coins Rayla’s parents, for no real reason?? At least its not murder. Lol
8. His form is corrupted, symbolizing he’s no longer his true self. And he hasn’t been his true self IN YEARS.
Corrupted Viren is of gray morality; he’s NOT evil. He justifies his actions towards Xadia with his mindset “FOR HUMANITY” in a time of war.
Though he steals Zym’s egg as a tool….he never actually uses it. If anything, this shows that while Viren has an addiction to collecting Xadians as tools to use……..He can’t actually bring himself to use them unless it serves some sort of purpose for Katolis or Harrow.
The Man Harrow Lost Faith In
Corrupted Viren
We’re finally at the start of the show. Yes, the soft Viren that took shippers by the heart when he woke up Harrow is - corrupted. He’s been corrupted for years. But even as corrupted, Viren tries his best to be a good man, to be the man Harrow believed in.
1. Insisting one soldier give his life to Harrow was pragmatic. But Viren choosing to give his own life for Harrow….that was personal. This wasn’t a “for humanity!” moment. He wanted to give us life to Harrow, because he loves him.
2. Yes, he is short with Soren. But he tries to treat of his children equally; bringing them into the office for the debrief, together.
3. He (eventually) shows softness to both of his children and a great sadness at the thought of leaving them. LET ME EMPHASIZE. HE SHOWS SADNESS AT THE THOUGHT OF LEAVING SOREN. The scene is when he pleads with Soren “I hope you’ll understand! I’ll do anything, anything!”
While this Viren is capable of such cruelty towards Xadians, he shows true devotion and love for his kingdom and family. He’s gray, he’s corrupted, but he still has a heart. And yes, he shows love for Soren.
Villain
Dark Viren
But sadly, when Viren said “Goodbye Claudia” he meant it. Because when he walked out of Harrow’s room on that fateful day, he was no longer the same man. SOMETHING happened to him in that room. But what?
Dark Viren covers the remainder of S1 and most of S2. To summarize the startling differences:
1. Claudia is now the only living person he shows any amount of love to. But even his relationship to Claudia is not the same. Before he was vulnerable and honest. Now he lies and manipulates; even to Claudia.
2. Blunt honesty is out the window. Why bother reasoning with people when they’re all absolute idiots? If Viren can’t make them understand, then he will simply manipulate them. Especially Soren.
3. Virens love for his son has died. He is a tool to cultivate and use.
4. Viren intentionally divides his children; treating them differently.
5. While before, Viren’s “FOR HUMANITY” pragmatism was much more gray- here it morphs into something much more evil. A complete lack of care of what or who is sacrified, even if it’s his own son.
6. Giving Soren the mission to kill the princes is evil. His first true evil action on this descent.
But Dark Viren is still a very complicated man, far from a cookie cutter villain.
1. He shows a reluctance to actually murder with his own hands. He could have murdered Runaan, he didn’t. He could have murdered Gren, Opeli, the council, ect. He doesn’t. Which makes the mission he gave to Soren all the more cruel; he’s hoping Soren will do what he has yet to; spill blood.
2. He’s still very cautious with every step, especially with Aaravos.
3. He genuinely believes Xadia poses a threat. BECAUSE AMAYA SAID SO.
4. While he got pissed off at the pentarchy, taking vengeance was NOT his original response. When he returned to Katolis after the failed meeting, Opeli bitched at him, but Viren is so defeated he doesn’t even bother to bitch back, he just answers “for nothing….”
Dark Viren would finally give into Aaravos, admitting he desires for some important men and women to listen to him. Somehow Aaravos heard “so...murder? lollol”
Murderer
Evil Viren
With Aaravos guiding him, Viren became a murderer. It happened at the end of S2 with the Shadow Assassin spell; making him fall deep into the path of evil. Whereas Dark Viren could be redeemed, Evil Viren walked an unredeemable path ensuring his destruction and death.
When Aaravos told Viren to stop when the soldiers were trying to arrest him, Viren argues “But I have all the power I need to destroy them!” Sounds like a cookie cutter villain right? Because he became one. All of this was back in S2.
We can talk at length at how cookie cutter Viren felt in S3, at how horrible and cruel he was to Soren. But Viren being a cookie cutter villain isn’t a mistake. IT’S THE WHOLE DAMN POINT.
The point is Aaravos is evil and utilized Viren’s corruption. And by the end of S3, he’s practically posessed by Aaravos.
It was Aaravos who took Viren’s desire to have the pentarchy listen to him and transform that into murder. It was Aaravos who whispered in Viren’s ear to LIE to Claudia, resulting in gaslighting Soren. It was Aaravos who schemed for Viren to have an army - to conquer Xadia. It was Aaravos who schemed for Viren’s army to be gifted/turned into “monsters”. It was Aaravos who told Viren to take Zym’s energy. Did you notice where it was going??............Aaravos’ staff.
True, Evil Viren still had some nuance. Calling Claudia his daughter, saying he wants humanity to flourish, lacking a plan for what comes after attacking xadia lol. But he is a hollow shell compared to the Man Harrow Believed In of S1. And he lacks the rationality and caution of Dark Viren of S2.
The end result of Viren’s absolute descent into evil; attempting Zym’s murder - was his own death.
Dead Viren
Viren died at the height of his evil villainy. And he really died. He’s like dead, dead, super dead guys.
But you know what else I think died? His narrative as a villain. Why? Because he already did that. He had everything he asked for. He had an army of four kingdoms. He had magic. He had power. He had “control”. He gave it all, and he lost it all.
He didn’t just lose his life. He lost everything. Everything but Claudia. But actually you can argue...that he’s lost her too.
Why would he want to go through that again?
Resurrected Viren
But Viren was ressurected. The question is, what is his narrative now? Ah, a speculative meta for another day!
So have hope mage fam, because we have four more seasons to go and Viren’s ain't going anywhere. …….Redemption, and possibly saving Claudia from Aaravos, is still on the table.
PS. In my last meta, I said the ritual was one of healing. Well bitches, I wasn’t wrong! (wink)
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Mysterio’s and Chameleon’s canon friendship
I’ve limited myself to comics and indisputable panels, but if you’re really thirsty for Mysteleon content like me, there’s also the fact that (almost) every time they both appear in the same story, they are either directly working with one another (for example in cartoons like TSSM, 90′s Spider-man, Marvel’s Spider-man...) and often express interest in the other’s work or at least they are standing close to each other (ha!) or usually get mentioned one after the other (HA! thats what desperation smells like). And of course, unlike other villains, they are often unexpectedly polite and v professional in their team ups, no dick measuring contests and almost no backstabbing!
Click on the pictures for the source (and to be able to read the actual lines lol) and on the read more for some context and explanations ~
Bonus from the Sinister Six novel trilogy:
Cham suggesting to politely wait for Beck to finish his newest murder show :
Once Beck’s plan inevitably fails, not only Cham (disguised as the talkative cop) is there the Second he gets arrested but he immediately reminds him of the more successful part of his performance and praises n thanks him for it!! AND “GENUINE UNMISTAKABLE WARMTH”?? LIKE ARE YOU KIDDIN ME.
Cont. from the previous part, Beck is “practically hopping” with excitement to see his buddy ok this one could be debatable but after genuine unmistakable warmth and “wont spend so much as a single minute behind bars” im. 🤔🤔🤔
Here’s the promised context and some crying in the order of the photoset
1) Avengers Academy: Pretty much self-explanatory, Cham in disguise kicked Beck so hard his helmet shattered in order to fool some kids, once he can reveal himself he helps him up and apologizes. And you can practically smell that shared interest in acting :3
2) Grim Hunt: Sasha Kravinoff wants to bring Kraven back from the dead, she enlists help of Chammy and manipulates some villains n spiders. Listen, i get that they had to hire Electro for the actual necromancy but MYSTERIO?? For what, the little confusion mist and spooky effects he added to the graveyard??? For the animated spiders on Cham’s disguise? Like the he couldnt pull that on his own? Mysti didnt even need to be motivated for the Gauntlet challenge, his plans were already in motion! Cham got him purely because it’s “a pleasure to work with him” you cant change my mind
3) Ends of Earth: Most of the Mysteleon stuff comes from this arc or the preparation arcs that tie into it, Otto is dying and he regroups the Sin Six for Something Big. Mysti and Cham have a frikin Blast the whole time. How does that saying go about finishing each other’s sentences.. :3
4) Fantastic Voyage: One of the EoE prequels, Beck n Cham are on their own on an island, tryin to distract the fantastic four and do somethin reality-shattering for Ock while pretending the entire squad is there. Mmmm look at them compliments, sure, Mysterio praises Everyone if he’s impressed but damn Quentin that’s not how you help someone up, what even are you doing? :’D and Dmitri’s “MY HEART BLEEDS FOR YOU, BECK” both as sassing him or the lil chance it’s genuine is Excellent
5) EoE: ok i’ll admit it, this one is open to interpretations BUT they have nicknames for each other! And their own private octobot they share! And Beck wants to know what Cham is thinking!! (and im reaching i know let the girl dream)
6) More of the Ends of Earth shenanigans, Chameleon disguised as Doc Ock versus Spidey+Black Widow+Silver Sable in order to help Beck keep having fun up the illusion going. “No I’m not being a baby” fdjkagj love their bickering but please note that Beck DID make the suit padded and sturdy enough to withstand a bomb near head.
7) Gauntlet: Prequel for the Grim hunt, Cham goes to hire Beck with a Personal joke HE THOUGHT BECK WOULD LIKE! for comparison, this is how he recruited Electro lmao:
8) EoE, Spidey+Sable+Widow got stuck on Mysterio’s set and Beck n Cham are watching and roasting them.( It’s slightly before Cham attacks spidey disguised as doc ock.) Anyway FRIENDS!!! Talkin about their shared interests of acting and being bastards!! Nicknames! Mysti coming up with an idea and Cham immediately following through! Skill praising sorta! Them makin fun of Otto! This page has it all.
9) Dr. Doom and the Masters of Evil: This whole issue is a gift but Mysti asking Cham to borrow his car is the cherry on top.
Bonus Bonus for gettin all the way here: According to wiki, this guy is a fusion of Mysterio and Chameleon, idk how they got that information since Mysti’s helmet can as well be opaque like this even without Cham’s influence BUT who am i to look into the gift horse’s mouth right
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10 Things that would’ve Improved the Game of Thrones Final Season (For Me)
So it came to my attention that recently it was the First Anniversary of the Final Episode of HBO’s ‘Game of Thrones’. I was taken back to my memory of the BinGOT thing we had at work where we all made predictions of who lived, died and ‘won’ from the last ep (I was in 2nd or 3rd place). And since my mother has started binging it during quarantine I thought in the spirit of that environment I’d discuss a little what I would’ve changed in the final season.
Spoilers for Game of Thrones Season 8 Below, if you haven’t watched it then you’re better off not reading this frankly, if you haven’t been spoiled already at least.
So for starters, the final episode is not the worst tv I’ve ever seen, it just was a sloppy final season in general that really didn’t satisfy the 2 years of hype waiting for it, it’s like with the How I Met Your Mother finale, but that annoyance being more than one episode. But without further ado here are 10 things I would’ve changed about the final season Note: Most will involve the finale. The first 2 episodes were great.
10 - Ten Episodes The Long Night was 1 episode, the LONG NIGHT. A Culmination of the army of living and dead confined into one episode. One of the main problems with the final season was that the pacing was a bit rushed, it made character progression seem unnatural and dropped long-built plot points like water through a sieve. With 10 episodes, which was not a big ask given that this was the usual number and the gravitas of it being the final season would easily allow it to be green lit. D&D immediately backed themselves into a corner by giving a limit they weren’t used to and too much content to put in.
9 - Bite of the Spider Varys’ death was an upsetting start of the penultimate episode, while I would’ve loved him to have survived start to end and potentially ended on top (because he’s never shown to be as cunning or dangerous as he is in the books) there was some sense in him dying. However, Varys was shown sending a letter before his arrest and that never came back up, the finale could’ve used this by revealing to the public Jon’s true heritage, which would’ve immediately undermined Dany’s claim and set up a better conflict. Also we never knew what the voice in the flames said to him...
8 - A More Fitting Long Night While everyone probably popped hard for Arya killing the Night King, myself included, the nature of it was rather abrupt. I don’t think anyone can buy that she sneaked past that entire army. I do feel like the Night King was just a MacGuffin for the Long Night, given that he did so little in the actual fight. This is where a multi-part Long Night would’ve been key as well, going from the Night King being immune to Dragonfire to dying a bit later was not a good pace, and we lacked any conflict with Jon like we teased twice, Arya probably wasn’t the most poetic person to kill him either but GoT seldom did poetic deaths (Joffrey, Cersei, Euron). While the Long Night had exemplary deaths like Theon, Lyanna, Jorah and Beric, the Night King fell among the ranks of Melisandre and Edd in terms of meh deaths. The Long Night should’ve been a bigger bloodbath than it was, half the Dothraki somehow survived remember, we didn’t get to see Ghost fight at all either, no giant spiders, a lot of the tension was lost with the way some fight scenes were filmed; it was too easy to read between the lines and not enough characters had any true ‘oh god this person could die’ scenes.
7 - Resolution for the Characters we didn’t See and Plots unresolved With so much funding and finality in the show, there felt like there could’ve been more stuff that could’ve been resolved; what was the Quaith’s prophecy about? What really happened with the Doom of Valyria? Why does Dragonglass and Valyrian steel kill White Walkers? What is Daario doing after Dany died? Were the Faceless Men really that okay with letting Arya wander around knowing their skillset? Nobody hired them to help in the war either. What happened to the remnants of that warlock dude who stole the baby dragons, they sent one scorpion and that’s it, what happens with the Little Birds now that they’re leaderless? Who was Azor Ahai? What were the spirals about? There are a lot of questions the show kinda just, ignored.
6 - The Mad Queen So, Dany going from ‘I’ll stop if they surrender’ to ‘Burn them fucking all’ was abrupt for many, the majority of fans were not ready or willing to accept turning on their Kaleesi in just one episode. While I could see the conclusion coming from being jumped, losing another ‘child’ and her closest friend as well as her new boyfriend being her nephew and a legitimate threat to her legitimacy despite already pledging fealty, Dany’s descent could’ve used more time, and less naivety. While the death of the dragon was a huge shock, the idiocy fell on Dany in thinking that Cersei would play fair and wouldn’t try to occupy Dragonstone while she abandoned it. There also fell inconsistency when the same fleet and rows of Scorpion crossbows suddenly got Stormtrooper aim during ‘The Bells’. Euron is a renowned sailor, he ruined a Dornish fleet in a previous season, he may be an annoying bastard but you have to treat his naval tactics with a bit more respect - and make Dany less stupid with Cersei doing Cersei things. A lot of people definitely needed more time in buying the idea that Dany had lost her cool and that she blamed all of Westeros to justify burning everyone unashamedly.
5 - Proper Redemption We all know who we’re talking about. Jaime, Jaime, Jaime. In the end he just proved Olenna’s point didn’t he? And his turn away from redemption was only to serve as an example point for Tyrion to use to convince Jon to kill Dany. Jaime didn’t have to live, but he didn’t have to die rushing to Cersei’s rescue, or even due to Euron stabbing him. If anything Jaime should’ve died with some Honour, to be the inverse of Ned as he was presented in Season 1.
4 - My Lady does not have to mean M’Lady This is probably the most selfish ones of my 10 but as a shipper at my very heart and soul I wanted one, at least one, ship to survive this entire turmoil and Gendry and Arya were that couple. We almost had it as well, but then for some mad reason D&D decided that Gendry, despite literally saying that “none of it will be worthwhile if you’re not with me”, stayed in Storm’s End. Arya’s character endgame was right in her venturing off not being bound by the fact that she’s a noble, but Gendry spent a lot of time not caring that he was of Kingsblood to basically being his Father’s son. He’ll rule Storm’s End, marry some woman to have kids, but he’ll still have fallen into the same pit as King Robert did. It would’ve been much more satisfying and hopeful if Gendry abandoned the titles and land he never wanted or needed to accompany someone he loves and who loves him back on an adventure into the unknown. She’s not a ‘lady’ if she’s only marrying a blacksmith and love is the death of duty.
3 - Sansa is NOT Smart (and gets what she actually deserves) Right. So I really, really didn’t like Sansa. Like, I get it, she got held hostage by the Lannisters, watched her father get beheaded, got accused of murder, learned that her brother and mother died, watched the guy who fancied her mother and kissed her kill her aunt and then got effectively sold to an abuser in an arranged marriage. But Sansa is not the smartest player in the game, it was annoying that they tried to portray her as one, she had one idea that anyone could’ve told you ‘don’t be stupid against Ramsay Bolton’. She spent all of Season 8 mainly giving side eye like a petty bitch, completely trying to undermine Dany despite the two being very very similar (remember Dany was raped, sold off in an arranged marriage and watched family members get killed too) to the point where she was conspiring for Jon to usurp her. And in reality she took her ball and left, she was so pissy that the leaders didn’t pick her to be Queen of Westeros that she literally pointed out her own brother’s infertility, claimed that the North wouldn’t bow to a monarch, then declared herself Queen. Hide the ‘Yas Queen’ goggles for a sec, this wasn’t empowering she was throwing her own brother under the bus because she wanted to be queen, and she learned far too much from Littlefinger and Cersei’s playbook to actually be a just one. The North is allowed to be an independent nation, but Sansa’s ‘victory’ was more earned by virtue of a lot of shit happened to her than her actually demonstrating qualities to be queen.
2 - Bran Stark can’t come to the Phone right now... While we’re on the subject of Stark children not being fit rulers, Bran. What a cockamamie decision that was. I was 100% behind the destruction of the Iron Throne, but the chorus of laughter with a democratic rule was a bit of a slap in the face. Of all the choices though, Bran had to be near the bottom, it felt completely unearned that he spent literal seasons disconnecting from the world even to the point where he told Meera and Sam that Bran Stark is no longer here anymore only for Bran Stark to magically resurface when a crown is in waiting. I think it defeats the whole Three Eyed Raven thing too, the guy isn’t really one for the people, which is the problem every other ruler before him failed at. If you can’t pick a just person to lead, then why not a council instead? Just using Bran was a poor and messy decision.
1 - THE MOTHERFUCKING VALONQUAR One of the few expectations across all of Game of Thrones was the wondering over whether Cersei was gonna get what’s coming to her, the Maggy the Frog prophecy was going along quite well up until the Valonquar bit, where the younger sibling that was going to choke the life out of her was: bricks. BRICKS! Of all the long-winded prophecy foreshadowings to drop this one was the worst, Cersei (and Jaime) died in underwhelming, thoughtless fashion, the lack of fanfare on killing off one of the best and most ‘love to hate’ villains in the show only cemented the fact that the finale was not able to live up to the hype. True, most of these are small changes, but it’s worth remembering that there was some good coming out of the final season and it was the lack of those little things and attention to detail that led to the season ending on an underwhelming note.
We did however get a good ton of memes out of it, and at work a long-winded discussion on who should get the ‘winner’ 5-points (compared to the 1 correct points) since we had technically agreed that the 5 points goes to “whoever correctly guesses who sits on the Iron Throne” XD I still can’t believe I was right in Drogon melting the throne though that was one in a million
#game of thrones#got#got season finale#got season 8#cersei#jaime lannister#lannister#stark#arya stark#sansa stark#bran stark#jon snow#daenerys targaryen#varys#westeros#the long night#night king#white walkers#valonquar#gendry
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all roads lead - ch. 7
When his mother dies, Stiles runs away, straight into danger - only to be saved by Peter Hale. Seven years later, after burying their alpha, Stiles and Malia return home.
Word Count: 4,433 | Also on Ao3 | Other Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8,
Chapter 7: GROWTH
The next morning, John takes Malia and Stiles down to the station.
"Can we walk?" Malia asks through a mouthful of toast over the breakfast table. "We took the fastest route to get here, and I never want to see the inside of a car or bus again."
Stiles cringes at the instantly curious glint in the rest of the table's eye - the fastest? What were they running from? - but his father just nods.
As the others leave for school, Stiles catches Isaac by the door. He's already regretting it as the taller boy regards him with suspicion, but he also knows that making peace, making friends with the people he's living with - the pack he's rivalling - can only help.
"I just, uh, wanted to say, about last night-"
"Oh, uh-" Isaac flinches back at the reminder; Stiles barrels through before the conversation can derail.
"I don't need to know what happened to you, man. I just wanted to say, if these douche twins are getting you detention for something you never did, it can't really hurt to do the things the school already thinks you're guilty of, right?"
Isaac narrows his eyes. "Are you telling me I should beat up the twins." It comes out flat, less question than deadpan statement.
Stiles kinda likes this kid. "I'm not saying anything, dude. Just something to think about."
As he ducks away to go find Malia, he swears he sees Isaac smirk.
His lighter mood doesn't last long. Whilst walking down the roads towards town, shrouded by foliage and that strangely charged forest air, seems to clear something in his lungs; walking through the centre of Beacon Hills feels like slowly peeling off his skin. With every step, the last seven years seem to flee him. He is shrinking into that scared, angry ten year old who knew nothing of the real world, and it makes him itch like ants crawling through his veins.
Everything feels so much smaller. The long walk from his or Scott's house, usually only completed with the aid of their parents' cars, now breezes by. The buildings that towered over him seem so short he could touch their roofs.
Maybe it's because he hit his crazy growth spurt just after leaving, shooting up inches overnight - at the meagre age of eleven he had already rivalled his alpha, a fact he never let Peter live down. Or maybe it's living in a city full of skyscrapers. Maybe it's just the confidence that comes with knowing he is the most dangerous thing for miles, that anything that could challenge or threaten him now would pale in comparison to- well, everything else.
But that well of confidence seems buried, far from reach as the past crawls over his skin. In a city like New York, everything faded quickly into the background. Buildings came up and down, climbing higher and higher towards the clouds. The names and contents of shops were more like revolving doors than staples of the community. Here in Beacon Hills, time seems to have frozen. There is the clock tower, still broken ten years after it ground to a halt. The ice-cream shop that never seems to have customers yet remains open, even through the winter months.
There is something aching in his heart that he refuses to label.
Stiles had hoped that the long stretch of time since he was last seen in Beacon Hills would keep the watchful eyes of a small town away from him. But while no one recognises the sheriff's son, everyone recognises the sheriff. People look up from their shopping, gaze out of cafe windows, stop in the street to watch the sheriff walking into town with two strange teenagers trailing behind him. Stiles wants to fold in on himself - his anonymity has been a weapon he's wielded for as long as he can remember.
Malia squares her shoulders, grips his hand tight in hers.
As they approach the sheriff's station, Stiles' pace slows. Even with a father in law enforcement, places and people such as these have only ever registered as a threat. Here in Beacon Hills, they are the reason Peter's family was never avenged. The reason Malia had to be broken out of Eichen House. In New York they had all been in the pockets of various supernatural groups. Being arrested had nothing to do with what you did wrong, and everything to do with who you were, or who you had pissed off.
Stiles got off relatively lucky, as a white guy. They still make his skin crawl, and the toxic scent of gunmetal and overentitlement only adds to the sickness growing in the pit of his stomach.
"Stiles?" his father asks, stood in the doorway. The light casts off-putting shadows across his face.
"I'm fine," he swallows, allowing one of his many masks to slip effortlessly over his features. Bright eyes, vageuly concerned smile. He curls one fist full of claws deep into his pocket, the other fastened firmly in Malia's grip.
"You with me?" he asks her, watching her distant expression. Her experiences here, though almost a year ago, have never led to good things.
"Mmhm," Malia nods noncomittally, as if she isn't hearing hollow screams in her ears, as if her claws haven't begun to dig painfully into Stiles' palm.
"We can wait outside," he suggests.
"No we can't. I'm just being ridiculous."
"Malia." He turns to face her, blocking vieher w of the station. "You're never being ridiculous. I would burn this whole place down in an instant if you asked me. You're allowed to find things hard, to say no to things."
"But you-"
"I am hardly the poster boy for mental health and healthy coping mechanisms. Just because I have a habit of exposing myself to my triggers doesn't mean you should force yourself into those situations."
Malia bites her lip, eyes drifting behind him to where John is waiting, no doubt confused or concerned. "I think I can do this." When Stiles doesn't move, she touches her hand to the side of his face. "Really. If I need to leave, I promise I will."
They go inside, ignoring the sheriff's expression. The Stiles who idolised his father and his career is long dead.
The next few hours are a whirlwind of paperwork and curious stares that Stiles barely registers. There's closing his and Malia's missing persons cases, filling out statements that everyone knows are little more than a patchwork of thinly connected lies, filled with more blanks than words. The deputies are all overly helpful, coming over to offer coffee, biscuits, anything that will give them a glimpse to take back for gossip.
Then comes dealing with the school - and dealing with Eichen House. The former is nothing more than a few phone calls, the scheduling of an aptitude test for the next day. An inquiry into the education the two of them have had in the past few years, to which they shrug. "Home-schooled," they say, which is sort of true - if you count home-school as learning to pick out a single voice from an entire city of noise, memorising ancient alphabets and magical herbs.
A far more useful education, in Stiles' opinion.
The latter goes suspiciously easy, Malia's claws gripped into Stiles' flesh the whole time. John leaves him and Malia in the hallway while he makes a call behind the locked door of his office. Five minutes later, he emerges with a grimacing smile.
"Everything's cleared up," John says, talking to Malia but looking at his son, and Stiles wonders just what strings his father had to pull to make this miracle happen. How worried he should be.
But the door of the sheriff's station is lined with mountain ash, so neither of them heard a thing. If he wasn't sure of his father's supernatural knowledge, he is now.
How often has the station been subject to supernatural attack?
By the time the wheels of bureaucracy have been set fully in motion, it's well into the afternoon. The autumn air is beginning to turn cold as the sun sinks towards the horizon, and Stiles feels a weight lifting from his shoulders. He's always preferred the cover of darkness, the way the world gets quieter but never quite still. It feels like a breath of fresh air after months below ground.
"I've got a lot to finish up here," John apologises, glancing out at the sky. "If you kids want to make your way home, go ahead."
"Is it okay if we wander around town a bit?" Malia asks. "We'll be back for dinner."
John hesitates before nodding - having his son back for only a day, letting him out of sight must feel like losing him all over again.
"It's okay, dad," Stiles insists. "We can look after ourselves."
"Just be safe," his father sighs. "There's been a lot of animal attacks in the past few months, even in town." The alpha pack. Of course. But what reason would they have to go after him and Malia when they're hiding their scents?
But the sheriff isn't finished. His eyes dart nervously. "And... it's possible there's a serial killer working in Beacon Hills right now."
That is not what Stiles expected. Even in a supernaturally charged town, a serial killer? That's something saved for cities like the one they just left.
"A serial killer?" Stiles asks, trying to keep his voice nonchalant.
"RItual murderer as far as we can tell, yeah. So please be careful. Stay together. Come home before dark."
"Of course, yeah. Love you dad!" Stiles ushers Malia out of the station as fast as he can appear casual.
"Stiles, you're smiling." Malia looks half amused as they begin wandering aimlessly around town.
"Am I?"
"You know most people don't get excited about serial killers."
"Yeah, but a serial killer in this town, Mal. Ritual murders. That's magical nonsense if ever I heard it. Remember that guy in New York who used blood sacrifices for his healing potions?"
"Of course I remember. Their whole pack was exiled."
"Exactly. We already know there are two packs in town." He'd informed Malia of everything he overheard from Scott and Melissa at dinner, though she doesn't seem half as worried about it as he is. "And every pack has an emissary."
"We don't have an emissary."
"That's cos we have me."
He doesn't know why he's able to do magic. It's hereditary, Peter had told him, and he supposes his mother might have had a gift and never had the chance to tell him- but surely his father would have known? Whatever the reason, his power is significantly weaker than it should be, supposedly since he's no longer human.
Still, Peter had insisted on getting him training; any unexpected edge was a good one in New York. He can't handle mountain ash or mistletoe, but he can conjure a flickering light, or unlock a door. He has enough ability to sense magic in the air, enough knowledge to decipher its workings.
Enough of a spark to draw a trickster spirit like a moth to a flame.
"So you want to investigate? What happened to being normal teenagers?"
"Is that what you want?" Stiles asks, genuinely.
Malia's face twists. "Not really. Especially if there's a threat. I'd like... to find things to care about. People. A place. Something that might be a safe, even for a little while. And we're supernatural- normal was never really our thing."
"Okay then." Stiles smiles. A project, a place to call home, the lack of blood on the air (at least for now) - it's all he really needs to thrive. "First things first we've gotta steal the case files from my dad."
"You haven't even checked the newspapers yet."
Stiles is about to come up with a witty response to that, when he all but slams into someone waiting on the sidewalk by the public library. He leaps back, a mess of instinctual clumsiness and supernatural grace. "Sorry, sorry-"
"It's okay, really," the girl says, brushing herself off, already pushing away. Stiles blinks. It's been seven years, but he would recognise that strawberry blonde hair, those intelligent green eyes, anywhere.
"Lydia? Lydia Martin?"
She frowns, eyes narrowing in suspicion at him. She's grown tall in the years since he left, though the alarmingly high heels may have something to do with it. Her face is a perfectly painted canvas of makeup and confidence. Her clothes and posture are immaculate despite their run-in moments before.
Everything about this girl is practiced and careful.
"Do I know you?" she asks, dismissively, but there's a sharp wariness to her tone.
"Stiles!" The yell comes from across the street, and Stiles flinches a mile, not used to being recognised or addressed. He turns to the source of the voice and finds Scott running across the street - which is thankfully mostly empty.
"Stiles?" Lydia asks, mask breaking in shock. "Stilinski?"
"Um, yeah?" Stiles rubs the back of his neck, suddenly awkward. "I just got back yesterday."
"You just 'got back'? You've been missing for seven years."
"And now I'm not?"
Scott joins them on their side of the street. "Hey, Lyds," Scott smiles to her, and that is something Stiles wasn't expecting, either. Is Scott popular now? When will he stop being surprised by this town? "I see you've met Stiles and Malia."
"You didn't think to mention the small fact that the sheriff's presumed-dead son had turned up back in town? We've been at school for a whole day and it- what, just slipped your mind? Come on, McCall."
"Sorry," Scott looks up bashfully through his eyelashes, an expression even the most heartless person would forgive instantly. He turns to look at Stiles with a stern expression. "In my defence, I was trying to do damage control all day."
"Isaac?" Stiles asks. "Good for him. I hope he made those detentions worth it."
Lydia snorts. "You put him up to that? He drove Aiden's bike into the school hallway and framed him for it."
Okay; Stiles loves this kid.
"You're just bitter cos you're sleeping with the enemy," Scott mutters, earning himself a sharp elbow in the ribs from Lydia. They dissolve into bickering - remarkably like siblings, Stiles thinks - as if he and Malia aren't even there. Their camaraderie is enough for him to do a double-take, to check the scents on the wind again.
Lydia isn't a werewolf, but there's something. Like the smell of dust and grass, the dampness of mist. It clings to her in flickers and starts, as if unsure it belongs to her.
Why does everything in this town have to be supernatural and connected?
Not that New York was much different, in his experience.
Growing up in New York had been good for Stiles, he had always liked to think. That first year had been rough, both he and Peter angry and guilty and filled with so much grief they could barely stand. But when Stiles had stumbled back into their apartment, missing for almost two weeks, with a fully grown coyote pacing at his heels, everything had changed.
He hadn't even tried to convince her to stay in the preserve - he wanted to leave her side as little as she wanted to leave him, but the bond calling him back to New York, to Peter, had been just as strong. Convincing bus drivers to let her on, that she was really just an overly large service dog, had been the real challenge.
Peter didn't even have the dignity to look surprised. His icy eyes blinked between the two of them, as if tracing the newly forged bond tying them together. "A pack of strays if ever I saw one," he smirked.
It had taken several days for Peter to figure out how to force Malia's change. She spent them basking in their attention, lying sprawled across the bed, follwing him around the apartment. She tried to play the piano with her paws - to Peter's infinite frustration - and stood on the kitchen counter while he cooked dinner, stealing slivers of meat from the frying pan.
By the time she was human again, Stiles knew Peter had fallen just as in love with this girl as he had.
Now that there were two of them, however, Peter put his foot down. Stiles had too much time on his hands, and Peter too little. And that meant school.
Forging the papers was easy enough. And in a city as large as New York, being the new kids wasn't that out of place.
But he was the boy who flinched at loud noises. Who never stopped moving or talking, too clumsy or too fast, never just right. And she was the girl who behaved more like an animal; who had missed three years of school due to a tragedy she still had yet to mention. And that made them outcasts.
Which was fine by Stiles. In Beacon Hills he'd had only two friends - Scott, and a quiet, introspective boy named Theo. He didn't thrive off large crowds. He did his school work, excelled at the sciences and utterly failed at English. He knew what he was good at, and bad at, and didn't need anyone else's approval.
Looking back, it wasn't exactly a healthy mindset. But he had been happy enough with Malia. She was funny, and brusque. She spoke her mind and didn't act like she had a care in the world, though he was witness to every flinch and nightmare, and the way she got frustrated and angry in situations that exposed how little she knew compared to her peers. She cuddled him for warmth at night, always shivering, and woke him when his dreams began to drown him.
She hated school as much as he hated the people inside it, always falling asleep in class or ditching altogether. He's sure there are more than a dozen tables covered in deep claw marks around the middle and high schools they attended. And after, she would drag him out to the woods, or to the latest restaurant she'd discovered that served deer. She was such a contradiction of animal and human, filled with a young spirit and an old heart.
Seeing the world through her eyes was as different, as wonderful, as the contrast between his human and wolf eyes.
Every Friday, Stiles managed to keep Malia's attention on school work for two hours - certainly not long enough to cover everything that made her mutilate tables, but enough to ground her, to keep her grades wavering between a C and a D. They had traded this agreement in exchange for Stiles learning how to cast warming charms from his magical tutor. He had sewn them into every piece of clothing Malia owned and she, clearly not expecting him to actually follow through, was stuck in the school library once a week.
A year before Malia left to try Beacon Hills on for size, he sat in their usual spot. Malia had bunked off their last two sessions to see her new girlfriend, whom Stiles was so sure would be out the door before long he hadn't bothered to learn her name.
Which is why he was so stunned to see Malia saunter up to the desk and throw herself into a chair, followed by an awkward-looking girl in cute black pigtails and a tartan skirt.
"What's the subject today?" Malia asked, spilling the entire contents of her locker onto the table.
"Uh, math, as usual," Stiles stumbled over his words, unsure of how to behave around this new girl. "You've been maintaining a D in that for months."
"Just because they can't find the x right there on the page doesn't mean I'm the idiot."
The girl, still hovering uncertainly, let out a laugh - cute, and genuine. Stiles felt a sudden rush of jealousy - no, just protectiveness - rise up inside him.
"Who are you?" he asked with all the force a fourteen year old could muster, not bothering to hide his feelings.
"Stiles, play nice," Malia rolled her eyes at him. "This is Kira. Yukimura. She's struggling with math as well, and since you're such a good teacher, I thought you could tutor us both." The girl gave a small wave and took a seat beside Malia.
Stiles gave Malia what he hoped was the most annoyed glare in the world. Yukimura. His magical tutor didn't talk about much outside of their lesson material, but she'd mentioned her daughter a couple times before. What was Malia thinking, mixing these two antithetical sides of their lives?
Peter had insisted on training Stiles - but their pack had no emissary to do the work. Stiles never asked him where he got his alpha power from, what happened to the pack - and the emissary - left behind. He didn't want to break the tentatively steady ground they'd all found for themselves these past few years. But their pack had been regarded with suspicion for it - new alphas didn't just appear, especially in such heavily contested territory as New York.
Maybe if they'd known his real last name was Hale, they might have been less suspicious. Or more, Stiles can't decide. Whatever the possibilities, their pack had been outsiders on that front, too; no one willing to lend their emissary to this ragtag bunch of strays.
So Peter had turned to an old kitsune, one who had given up most of her power to her child but still had the knowledge to explain the mechanisms and techniques of the craft. She was over nine hundred, after all - there was nothing she hadn't seen.
Stiles could smell the fox on this girl, when he focused. Barely more than a wisp, a spark of power that would no doubt burst into flames over the next couple of years. Was Malia hoping to add to their family? Did she seriously just like this girl?
The answer to all these questions, Stiles would later learn, was of course. Because Malia is a pack animal at heart, filled to the brim with feelings she never really learned how to voice, and a special eye for stray, wounded creatures. She wants to care, if only someone would teach her how- and neither Stiles nor Peter could do that.
But Kira could. She was kind and curious - a lot like Scott, he thinks now. And powerful.
Curiosity had won out. Kira was attentive, asking all the right questions, prompting Malia's work when she was hesitant to ask. He hated to admit it then, but it was the most productive session they'd ever had. He'd even managed to smile Kira goodbye when they left her at the bus stop.
"I knew it," Malia grinned as they made their way back to the apartment. She was practically bouncing.
"Knew what?" Stiles grumbled, more acting the part of annoyed than feeling it by now.
"You're lonely." Stiles started to scoff, but she cut him off. "I've literally never seen you that animated. More arm waving than ever. You stink of loneliness, even if you never noticed. You cut yourself off from people before they can get close to you, that way they never have the ammunition to hurt you."
"You sound like you've eaten a psychology textbook."
"I'm not wrong. Stiles, no man is an island."
"That's definitely from a textbook."
"Actually it's from trivia about The Incredibles. Doesn't make it any less true."
"So you just happened to pick the one girl at school with a known connection to the supernatural."
He doesn't think he'd seen Malia blush until that second. "She yelled at some girls who were teasing me about being stupid."
"You're not-"
"Shut up, Stiles," Malia glared at him. "The point is she's cute, and I like her, and if she's going to be in my life then she's going to be in yours, too. Might as well be friends."
"I think Noshiko could kill me and leave no trace."
"So could I. What's your point?"
And that had been that. Kira had folded seamlessly into their lives, and Stiles had been surprised by the space his heart made to fit her.
Like everything in their lives, that had collapsed several weeks ago in a rush of blood and electricity. He couldn't have know, of course he couldn't, that the nogitsune he let inside had a personal vendetta against Kira's mother.
But her horrified expression is burnt into the backs of his eyelids in the flashes of her flickering foxfire. The easy grin on his face as he drank in the chaos. The riddle he left her with.
What do liars do after death?
He had considered Kira a friend, maybe even pack, and the memories of that first meeting come rushing back to him as he watches Scott and Lydia. Scott, an alpha who has control, who is so effortlessly kind and put together that even other supernaturals flock to him. The way a fox should have made her home with them, if only Stiles hadn't ruined absolutely everything.
It takes him a moment to realise he's been staring into space, and the other three are looking at him. "Hm?" Malia gives him a knowing look that says she's going to try and make him talk about this later.
"Me and Lyds are supposed to be meeting up with Isaac and a couple others," Scott says. "If you wanted to come?"
A couple others. Stiles is pretty sure that's code for pack. Isn't this what he wanted? To ingratiate himself to the resident pack of the town, so that when their charade of normalcy inevitably comes crashing down, they might not kill him and Malia on sight?
Can he start again afresh, or is the blood doomed to follow him?
"Sounds awesome," Malia says. After all, she's always been the most forward of the two of them. The one who builds bridges whilst Stiles burns them down.
But he'd like to see Isaac again. He'd like to meet the rest of Scott McCall's pack, figure out just how much danger this boy has surrounded himself with to remain so kind. He still needs to find Derek and Laura Hale.
Beacon Hills is not New York; so far from it, no matter how tethered Stiles and the supernatural are to the both of them. The other shoe will undoubtedly drop eventually, soon - it's the one fact life has only convinced him of more as the years pass.
May as well make the best of the sunshine while it lasts.
#teen wolf#fanfiction#stiles stilinski#malia tate#scott mccall#lydia martin#sheriff stilinski#own work
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NavyDice Campaign (2019/9/27): Let Doors not Impede us
Finally settled on a functional system for guests. Going to just use Japanese numbers. Has no theoretical upper limit (not that it reasonably should get higher than five), and it eliminates the need to hem and haw over which one to use when it’s by appearance order. They’re also easy to recycle between campaigns,[1] and Japanese prevents confusion when numbers need to be referenced.
We did not finish the campaign this session, which is alright, four’s kind of a lame number to end on. Too many to call it a trilogy, too few to slot into base ten or twelve (where television and baked goods thrive). Maybe if there was a seasonal motif?
I mean, there’s an elemental one, but eh.
Life outside of this game is proceeding normally. Which, I believe, is the last item for my introduction before talking about the game.
Acer ‘Maple’ Palmatum (SepiaDice/Me) Level 6 Elf Fighter. Is better friends with NPCs than with own party members. Garland (LimeDice) A spellcaster of some type. Forms a dynamic duo with... Grumble (Ichi) Bard. Gets a lot done because no one’s actively undermining him. Poppi (Ni) Also a spellcaster. Irritating. Game Master (NavyDice)
Cycle 9
Floating in the darkness, information is shared, and Poppi is instructed to, like in an adventure game, rub the key on safety deposit boxes until progress happens.
There’s a knock on the door, and Maple bolts to the marketplace.
The key opens box A113, which contains the fire orb. Which is disappointing, because, if I recall Navy’s telling of the last time he ran this, another safety deposit box has an additional orb.[2] But now the most dangerous party member has supercharged fire powers.
I’ll try to mitigate this fact.
Maple, however, has some fun to engage with. At the marketplace, she successfully outpaces Masem by a large enough margin to discreetly communicate with the Brigands.
Using a birdsong the party learned, she convinces the brigands that she’s on their side, and convinces them to fake dead.
Navy rolls dice to see how badly that goes.
I don’t know the exact rolls as he hid them behind his hands.[3] However, they must’ve been amazing, because suddenly we learn the Brigands are amazingly trained actors with fake blood and ribbons on hand to fake dramatic death scenes.
You know, like all community theater types.
It’s an amazing spectacle of improvised stage combat, and by the time Masem arrives, it looks like Maple has single-handedly defeated the enemy.
Next obstacle: how to keep Masem from discovering the ruse when he attempts to begin clean-up.
Solution: Maple sends him to the bank that’s about to be robbed, claiming to have knowledge of it due to back alley contacts.
I have successfully created a loop where no one’s harmed in the marketplace, and I have control over what happens with the bomb vest.
Neutralizing the bank heist is next on the to-do list. Hopefully someone else in the party will cooperate in that, since Maple won’t have time to stop those brigands otherwise.[4]
For now, Maple has a divine being to spring.
She goes ahead and just bombs the wall open. I’d like to find a less violent way to do it,[5] but I don’t have the resources to overcome Jenkins.
Maple asks Eli what he wants to do.
Eli’s been freed without the Dawn’s presence, which means there’s no one immediately rushing him through the escape tunnel. The person who freed him is giving Eli carte blanche to do what he wants.
You know what makes me feel good? Watching a GM realize they weren’t prepared for what I’m doing without actually undermining anything.
Eli decides it’d be a good opportunity to get the lightning orb from Masem. Thus I’ve gotten a lead on a second orb. Go me!
Maple and Eli head over to the bank, where Masem has finished stopping the brigands violently. Again, problem to solve another time. Maybe Grumble or Garland can help.
Maple attempts to talk to Masem, but he’d rather attack Eli instead. Maple grapples Masem to the ground.
Poppi, watching invisibly nearby, casts a fire spell at us, murdering Masem, Maple, and Eli. Eli’s form collapses in a clay-like manner.
This checks out, because he’s claimed to be a deity incarnated to our realm, so obviously he did a Wonder Woman and formed a body from the earth.
Anyways, Poppi has killed Maple for a laugh again.
Grumble and Garland have gone to the government building, this time swapping targets. Navy states he intends not to get flustered with Garland versus the Lord, but the interaction doesn’t escalate as spectacularly as Garland versus the Advisor.
The conversations lead to the two learning the frost orb is located somewhere in the Lord’s estate. They go there, pick up Poppi, try to bluff their way in, Poppi and Grumble give up and leave, while Garland fakes an arrest warrant for the nanny to gain entrance. He ultimately fails to find the orb, but does find the kids’ room.
Grumble enjoys a pie at a bakery. This time, an Icy chill fills the air before the darkness wave crashes over the city.
Cycle 10
Information is shared, and it’s decided to try and get the Lightning orb from Masem, as well as who calls dibs on which orb. Maple agrees to grab Masem as long as the others don’t murder him.
There’s a knock on the door.
Maple rolls to grab Masem. Navy, thinking himself funny, asks if I open the door. So I mime arms bursting through the door and pulling a man through, with appropriate mouth sounds.
Which was the gut burster of the night, so at least I accomplished something.
Poppi discovers the fire orb is still integrated into her arcane focus, and is encouraged to go find out what that means for the safety deposit box. (It was empty)[6]
Leaving Masem in the capable hands of Grumble and Garland, Maple goes to recreate the marketplace gamestate from the last loop. Though this time I don’t have to distract Masem with the bank, as he’s already busy.
Actually, I probably could’ve skipped the fake deaths. Just did the bird call, take the vest, and tell the brigands to go get meat pies or something…
Anyways, Maple jumps forward to freeing Eli from both prison and obligations! Let’s try not to get team killed this time! Maple and Eli start walking to the Bed and Breakfast.
So, how did the Masem thing go? Well, to their credit, Grumble and Garland did try talking to Masem first, convince him of our goals and to hand over the Lightning Orb. Dice rolls determined Masem believed our party to be crazy kidnappers and not to give us supercharged lightning magic.[7] It turns into a fight, and Masem downs both Garland and Grumble. He then starts dragging them back to the watch house for medical aid and interrogation. Because he’s a law man!
On the way back, he encounters Maple and Poppi at a crossroad.
Now, here’s a very important thing I want you readers to internalize: if one of your fellow players wants to try something that won’t prevent you from doing your idea, then let them try their thing first.
Maple wanted to try talking first, and expressed this intent to Poppi.
Poppi’s player decided to be petty and immediately attack. She uses her escalated fire powers to murder Masem, which means now Maple can’t try and get information from the Marshall at all.
This also soundly ends any effort from Maple to rely on Poppi for anything, as she’s regularly gone out of her way to undermine Maple specifically and then attempt rub some less than necessary deaths (both of Maple and others) in her face for… spite, I guess?
Well, that’s the second orb acquired, given to Grumble. Time for the third.
Maple and Eli go to the government building to attempt to meet the Lord and the Advisor. Margaret is upset to see Eli, and both men are out.[8]
Maple sends Eli to go do whatever he wants, and she heads to the Lord’s Estate. Maple attempts to talk her way in, manages to confirm the Lord is home but doesn’t want to see her, Maple then states she’s a hero (because she single-handedly stopped the brigand attack, you see) wanting to meet with the Lord, only to be told he’s left.
Okay, time for stealth. I really should’ve just gone with a Rogue like I usually do, but Maple reveals herself to be amazingly capable. She had tracked the guard movements while trying to talk her way through the front door, and thus knows the timing to walk straight into a service entrance.
Inside, Maple moves confidently[9] to the Lord’s chambers. Door’s locked. The Kids’ Room, however, is not locked. It’s also adjacent to the Master Bedroom.
She checks the shared wall. After all, why walk out into the hall just to get to the next room? A discreet door makes loads more sense.
Maple, being an Elf, finds such a door.[10]
There’s a window open in the Master Bedroom. Maple closes it, thinking someone else snuck in, and now she’s made one exit inconvenient.
I then remember the Lord[12] had left, and through the window is a likely method.
Another investigation check, and Maple finds a secret chamber. There’s an empty pedestal that once held the Ice Orb, blocked by a white wall. Careful prod with a sword deletes part of Maple’s sword. Ah.
Maple takes time to memorize details about the room. Grumble and Garland haven’t shared the Lord’s shibboleth, so I need something else to convince him of things.
Well, time’s almost up, and Maple doesn’t have a lead on the Earth Orb, and fighting a Bane-possessed Lord for the Ice Orb doesn’t sound fun, so she goes out to the city streets to find the bakery, with hopes of eating apple pie.
My dice finally fail an investigation roll.[13]
Maple never gets her Apple Pie as an Icy Chill fills the air and a dark wave crashes over the city.
Thus the end of session four.
We’re going to rock the next one, and finally free Phil and all the Groundhogs!
Hopefully we get up to 12 loops. It’s my favorite number.
Then, the future!
Until next time, may your dice make things interesting.
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[1] Though I might need to come up with a mechanism for concurrent games, to keep alternating posts unconfusing… [2] You now have time to move it if I have remembered correctly, buddy. [3] Someone probably should get him a GM Screen. [4] I do, however, have an amazing idea on a new way to divert Masem’s attention. And possibly get a massive posse. [5] Which will work into footnote four’s hinting. [6] During Loop ??, there was an empty glass orb in the box, and I was curious if that would be the case here. [7] Which is fair. [8] I’ve never seen the timeline of the two hours specifically charted, so this is an easy mistake to make. [9] No one questions a person who looks like they know where they’re going. [10] For some reason, in Advance D&D 2nd Edition, Elves had a racial ability to find secret doors. One in three odds, if I remember specifically.[11] [11] I learned this when I made an Elf Paladin of Leira during High School! Before the Hammer Problem befell. [12] I don’t know if we ever learned this guy’s name. Or if we’ve ever asked. Our party’s not very good with formalities. [13] To be fair, NavyDice went easy when I got about a 10 to find the secret orb closet. Got to just let the story advance sometimes.
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BLOOD IN THE WATER
summary: “I think we’re all going to have do some pretty terrible things,” Eddie said quietly. His hand came to wrap in Richie’s shirt, trying to burn out the violent grip of his father’s from earlier. “None of us have a choice in anything anymore. Whatever happened at Greta’s tonight-“ Eddie’s voice broke and he felt Richie press a kiss into his hair. “There isn’t a good and a bad anymore. There’s just die or don’t.”
[or: after the gruesome murder of his younger brother, Bill Denbrough is determined to bring about the end of the string of crimes in Derry no matter the cost. As stories unwind and fall apart, there’s only more questions as everybody’s lives hang in the balance.]
chapter count: 12/21
chapter warnings: mentions of past character death, vague notions of rape
Taglist: @honkhonkrichard @hufflepuffkaspbrak @emmieliabedelia @reddie-for-anything @wowdidiask @reddiesetrichie @beepbeepbitchard@lemonadeandrice @mirandonsky @vanilluna @mqlvaa @fivxharmony
[Prologue] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [Read Full Story on AO3] [Playlist]
To say it had been a tense week for the town of Derry would have been a understatement. Despite how obvious it was that people been talking, everything seemed to have been brought down the whole town. Zachary Denbrough had very quickly bailed his son out of jail the night of Greta’s party, bringing him his slight freedom under house arrest until a trial could be set up. Sheriff Bowers had chosen not to post bail for his son, likely to avoid public outcry, and nobody had seen Eddie Kaspbrak or Richie Tozier since they’d left Greta’s party that night. There were rumours that couldn’t be traced back to a source that they were shacking up in Frank Kaspbrak’s apartment, but it likely just a story set out to put Sonia Kaspbrak’s neurotic tendencies at ease as much as possible about her missing child.
Ben Hanscom had kept his head down as much as possible this past week, ignoring all texts and messages from Aurora and Mike. They had texted him about their trip to Shawshank, claiming they’d found out something important. Ben always stopped reading before the texts could reveal what the information was. He knew that the reporter instincts in his blood would force him to drive forward with whatever Mike and Aurora had found, and his survival instincts couldn’t let that happen.
So, things hadn’t calmed down in Derry, they had halted to a stand still with all citizens afraid to move in any direction. This was more than just murders now, Janie Tozier had been kidnapped and held captive for over seven months according to the whispers. The number of kids that would be in years Derry High graduating class was getting lower and lower as the weeks went by, conservative north side parents even considering pulling their children from school altogether. It seemed to mean little to everyone that Henry Bowers was behind bars, liking to be charged on all the counts of murder. Henry opening fire at Gre,ta’s party was a barely acknowledge blimp on everybody’s minds, nobody slowing to think that Henry was smart enough to have pulled off the crimes of the decade. Greta Bowie and Audra Phillips’ murders were a terrible tragedy, a mere coincidence, a sadness for the whole community. If anything was truly remembered about that night it was Bill Denbrough, a scuffle for the gun and Victor Criss hitting the floor.
Ben once loved fifth period English Lit, but now it felt like a cursed place to be. All he could think about was the feeling of Mike Hanlon staring into the back of the head, or how Beverly Marsh’s presence seemed to fill the whole room from her seat in the back corner. They’d started a new book just the week before, but Ben hadn’t even opened the cover outside of pretending to read along in class. There was a sick feeling of apprehension in his stomach that he couldn’t trace back to a source, it could be that he’d thought he’d seen Richie Tozier’s messy mop of hair in the halls that morning or could simply be a new intense development in the anxiety he’d already been feeling constantly since the night of Greta’s party.
The classroom door bounced open, Sheriff Bowers marching in with a deep smirk and unsure looking deputy by his side. “Mr Campbell, I need to borrow one of your students for questioning.”
Before Mr Campbell could so much as open his mouth, Beverly Marsh was pushing her seat out from behind the desk and standing. Every eye in the classroom was drawn to her as she took one deep breath and her shoulders shook. “It’s okay, everybody knows anyway. You’re here for me.”
Beverly pressed her wrists together and held them outwards. A very hushed whisper rang through the room of students as Bowers grin came to burn twelve volts higher and brighter than anybody had ever seen.
“Well, hey now, Miss Marsh,” the deputy twanged awkwardly. “We don’t be needing to do that, we can just…”
“No.” Beverly said seriously. “It’s okay. I’m guilty.”
As Bowers lead Beverly out in handcuffs that she knew from experience were too tightly bound, her eyes trailed through the mostly empty halls until they fell onto Eddie and Richie. Her stomach coiled at the sight of them.
Richie’s curls were greasy and matted to his eyes, the skin under his eyes purple and swelling with exhaustion. He was wearing clothes that had to have been a size, if not two, too large and no Devil jacket in sight. His face was sheet white, and Eddie didn’t look up much. His clothes were rumbled and his usually perfectly styled hair was flat against his forehead.
Richie was up against the lockers, with Eddie crouched in front of him with his hands resting on Richie’s knees. They’d been resting with their faces close together, but the disruption of Beverly being lead into the halls had them both scrambling to their feet.
“Don’t worry about it,” Beverly was telling Richie the moment he began to move towards her. She’d only seen that sort of look in Richie Toziers’ eyes a handful of times. “Seriously, Rich, it’s not-“
The sound of another door opening, followed by a unsteady foot steps and grunting, caught the eye of every other person standing in the hall. A struggling Stanley Uris was yanked out of his second period math class, and Beverly felt her stomach drop into the bottoms of her feet. Bowers immediately shoved at Beverly to move her out of the school. “Richie, call your mom!” Beverly called over her shoulder. “Call Maggie!”
Richie watched his friends get hauled from the building, mouth gaping and Eddie’s hand heavy in his own.
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“How many times do I have to teach you this lesson old man?” Beverly rolled her eyes, leaning back in the chair at the interrogation table. “You can’t question me without my parents here. I know my rights.”
“Good thing your parents are dead, then, isn’t it?” Bowers replied, sipping lightly at his bottle of coke. He was the picture of confidence, feet up on the table and chair resting on two legs.
“It is,” Beverly replied cheerly. “Because that means you have to wait for Went or Maggie. Isn’t that just perfect?”
“Or I could just shackle you down with some shitty ass defense attorney.” Bowers countered, grinning at her. “Nothin’ would make me happier.”
“I didn’t ask for a lawyer,” Beverly twiddled her thumbs with her cuffed hands. “I asked for my guardians. Are you going to deny a minor her request to see her legal guardians?”
Bowers dropped his feet down to the floor and leaned towards Bev on his elbows. “You think they’re going to want to help you, Marsh? After what I’ve brought you in here for? Killing their precious little girl?”
“I didn’t kill Janie,” Beverly said with an eyeroll.
“And yet you told me you were guilty,” Bowers replied with a smirk and an eyeroll. He leaned forward on the table, his and Bev faces now so close if either shifted even slightly their noses would brush. Bev raised her brow. “Why confess if you stand by being innocent?”
“I am guilty- guilty of killing my father,” Beverly said. “That’s the crime you’ve wanted to get me with this whole time, isn’t it? That’s what you wanted to hear? That I hit him over the head with the back of the toilet and he died? That you were right this whole time?”
Bowers’ eyes danced and he licked at his bottom lip. “I’m going to get you on a lot more than some six year old murder charge, Marsh. We know that Janie was being held in the old house on Neibolt, we’ve got your and Uris’ foot prints all through the backyard. You were there the night she died, your DNA is all over the place in that house. You’re still going to look me in the eye and say you had nothing to do with her murder?”
Beverly steeled herself, staring the sheriff down despite her pounding heart. “You’ve got my DNA in the house I spent the first eleven years of my life living in? I’m sure that’s really gonna stand up in court.”
“No jury is going to let you walk away twice, Marsh.” Bowers growled. “You already got your miracle.”
“They will if your evidence is as weak as it was last time,” Beverly scoffed. “I have no proof but I know in my gut that she did it, is not really beyond a shadow of a doubt, Sheriff.”
“I was right, wasn’t I?” Bowers grinned. “You just told me I was. And I’m right about this.” Beverly narrowed her eyes, saying nothing. “I’m not sure about Uris though, he’s been a thorn in my side since he was knee high but he doesn’t really shake me as the murder’s accomplice type.”
Beverly scoffed and shook her head, tapping her fingers against the metal table. Before Beverly had the chance to form a response- whether in defense or damnation of Stanley Uris, she hadn’t decided yet- when the door to the interrogation room smashed open.
Maggie Tozier took only two strides through the room before she stood above Sheriff Bowers at the table. Her hair fell perfectly to her shoulders, not a single strand out of place and her Devils jacket looked as though it were custom made to fit her body. Her son stood behind her, loitering in the door way and looking like the perfect picture of her opposite. His hair was still flat and frazed, his posture stiff and fidgeting with his jacket as though he were thirty seconds away from ripping it off and tossing it away. Beverly hadn’t seen Richie Tozier looking so uncomfortable in his own skin since the night Janie went missing, and Wentworth showed him it was time to begin his true life.
“Interviewing minors without their guardians present again, Oscar?” Maggie said, voice high and angelic. “Just because your son is currently sitting in lock up doesn’t mean you have free range with everybody elses’ children.”
“His son is on his way to the Shawshank,” Richie said, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed cockily. “And we all know what happens to crazy bastards up in the Shank. I give ‘em six months. Tops.”
“My son is no Robert Gray, Tozier.” Bowers growled, all attention moved from dragging damaging information out of Beverly to the two Toziers standing in front of him.
“You’re so sure about that?” Richie challenged, the look of dancing chaos returning to his face. “Personally? I’m not, he’s always been one unhinged mother fuck-“
“Enough.” Maggie cut across her son with distaste. “You have nothing to hold these children on, and you know it. Footprints? Potentially old DNA? You’ve botched your investigation by jumping the gun like you always do.”
“I’ve got her confessing to one murder already and I-“
Maggie leaned forward, resting a hand on the table and pushing her face towards Bowers. “You have nothing. Nothing Beverly has told you will stand up anywhere, because I will make damn sure everybody knows you dragged it out a minor without a lawyer or a guardian present.”
“Not that it matters,” Richie pitched in, looking tired and drained once again. “What, Bev told you that she killed her dad? You already tried her on that shit, you can’t do it again. Fucking double jeopardy, bitch.” Maggie and Bowers both turned to stare at Richie, Bowers in shock and Maggie looking proud of her son for what might have been the first time in the years that Beverly had known them. Richie shrugged slightly. 'What? I know things.”
Maggie turned back to Bowers, almost grinning. “I think it is in your best interest right now to uncuff my goddaughter and conduct an actual, legal investigation of my daughter’s murder.”
Bowers wasted little time uncuffing Beverly, who slinked behind the two Toziers as they emerged from the room. Eddie Kaspbrak was sitting beside an angry looking Stanley Uris in the waiting area and immediately jumped to his feet at the sight of Richie. Richie, looking ready to pass out on his own two feet, held out an arm as Eddie collided with his side. Startled, Beverly turned to look at Stanley but found her best friend stubbornly avoiding her eye.
“Out the back,” Maggie said, paying no attention her son or the boy he was clinging to. “We have people waiting on us.”
Exhaling hard, Beverly followed the group out of the station with her eyes glued on the her feet. Richie was standing beside her, but there was distance there that had never been before. Not just a physical one, though that was well, but an emotional one. A spiritual one. As though their souls had once been touching, and she could no longer feel his.
Wentworth Tozier was standing just outside the back exit with Patty Blum and Patrick Hockstetter. Beverly’s stomach churned at the sight of the last standing member of Herny Bowers’ gang, gut still unsure how he managed to walk away from the party at Greta’s house with his future and reputation still intact. They all stood tall and proud in their slick jackets, but Patty quickly moved from Wentworth’s side to speak quietly to Stanley.
Eddie and Richie stood with their arms still tight around one another, both looking at Wentworth with very levels of fear and mistrust. “Uris. Marsh. Care to explain yourselves?”
Beverly sighed and squeezed her eyes shut. “I went back to get photos my father had taken of me. When he was… you know, and I… I burned them, I just didn’t want them to link me to anything. Stan went with me because I asked him to, he has nothing to do with any of this.”
“Why was it suddenly so important that you get rid of them?” Patty asked. She stood so close to Stan that their hands were brushing. “What needed to be covered up that didn’t matter before? You have to admit, it’s kind of fucked up, Bev.”
“I know,” Beverly said softly. “I can’t explain it any better than I just did. I just… had a feeling that I needed to get those photos or it would be bad. I didn’t… I didn’t have anything to do with Janie’s death.”
“I wish we could believe that, Beverly, but Derry coincidences just don’t exist.” Maggie said, fiddling with her switchblade as Beverly’s heart rate skyrocketed. “Of course, we couldn’t leave this in the hands of Bowers’, he’s been overexcited and quick to run out of steam since high school. We Devils take care of our own problems, always have.”
Beverly looked around at her friends, only find Stan and Patty jerked their eyes away the moment contact was made. Patrick leaning against the brick wall and grinning at her. Eddie looking up at her from under Richie’s arm with what might have been a sympathetic look, but Richie just looking right through her as though she were some simple stranger he’d never met before.
“I think you know how this works, Beverly.” Wentworth gestured towards the black SUV sitting in the parking lot. Beverly whimpered and stepped backwards, just to collide with Patrick who held her still. Stan and Patty were already walking past her towards the vehicle, while Richie had leaned to whisper in Eddie’s ear.
Maggie turned to her son, her last living child, as Beverly felt herself started to be guided away. “You coming with us, Richard?” Richie shook his head, arm tightening around Eddie’s shoulders. Eddie squeezed at Richie’s shoulder and Beverly couldn’t help but frown in confusion.
Maggie sighed. “Very well, but you know you must be there. There are rules and we cannot make a final decision without you. We’ll be starting in forty five minutes, get your personal feelings under control before then. This is no time for your childish whims. It’s time for you to step up and be the leader you were born to be.”
#reddie#reddie fic#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#it fanfiction#my writing#blood in the water#we all know this fic will never show up in the tags#so ive stopped caring lmao
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Eruri Week Day 8: Collabs (Bonus Day!)
Days: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
A collaboration with @temporaryintelligence who came out with this soulmate AU concept which I immediately applied to Eruri. We discussed ideas and connected it to Mikannie as well.
This is a sort of outline of a fan fiction I’ll definitely never write, but is an outline I’m in love with all the same. Please enjoy the full outline/fic under the cut!
Beast
Synopsis: Soulmate reincarnation AU where one of them vividly remembers their past life and the other doesn’t. Desperate to find them, the mate who remembers all writes a book about their previous life hoping their soulmate might read it and find them. Erwin is the author, Levi is the lost soul. It takes place in current times.
Levi’s dreams about his past life started around age 16 and have plagued him since. Dreams...nightmares about giant humans eating other humans alive. Levi’s brain called them titans though he doesn’t know why, it’s just the name they were given. His dreams are always deeply disturbing, not just because it was people being eaten alive, but because he feels like he knows them even though he’s never met these people. He never tells his siblings about his dreams.
His siblings are actually other foster kids he met in the system and decided to stick with. Izzy and Farlan. They managed to move around mostly together, or at least hung close by. When they all finally turned 18, they worked odd jobs to make enough money to live in a small one bed apartment together. Levi and Farlan let Izzy have the one bed. Farlan slept on a beat up couch while Levi often fell asleep in a chair.
They didn’t always make money honestly; Levi had his suspicions about where Izzy and Farlan got their part of the rent money. He worried Izzy was selling her body and he was certain Farlan was dealing drugs. He just didn’t know which ones, and if they were hard enough for him to get worried. He did his best to work honest, but often had to steal food to make sure they could all be fed. He’s even hurt some people on behalf of mostly Izzy. He was always quick enough to get away before any cops showed up. He was only arrested once and only had to spend a night in jail. He tried to get government support but had been denied since they had no kids or disabilities. But didn’t they know Izzy acted like a kid?
Because of moving around so much, Levi dropped out of highschool right around when the nightmares started. He wasn’t particularly stupid, he just knew it would be a waste of time since he knew he’d just be working at whatever place hired him for the rest of his life. A degree didn’t make much of a difference; there was no hiding his low status. He didn’t see the benefits. Maybe he’d get a GED if a job supported him getting one because he couldn’t afford proper schooling anyhow. Plus Farlan was smart enough for the both of them.
In his early 20s, Levi had a nightmare that shook him to his core. And this time he knew the people being devoured. It began with him riding a horse through heavy rain. Suddenly he saw a massive humanoid creature with a human torso in its mouth. Levi looked down and saw Izzy’s head with no body attached. The titan spit out Farlan’s body. Levi felt rage surge through his body and drew swords and butchered the titan, completely decapitating it, just as it had done to Izzy. The dream was so real Levi swore it was real life as it happened. The resistance of his blades cutting through skin. The blood soaking his body just before evaporating. The rawness of his own throat as he screamed. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his body. Before he woke up the rain began to subside and a man approached him. A tall blond man with blazing blue eyes that gazed down at Levi. He woke with a jolt, his heart pounding hard in his chest. He was sweating and his body was trembling. He knew him. But from where? Levi racked his brain but had no idea who this blond man was even though his stomach was doing flips imagining that face.
Years pass as Levi suppressed this memory. But he couldn’t deny his attraction to tall blond men after that. He already knew he was gay but was too concerned keeping a roof over their heads to consider getting into a relationship. It didn’t however stop him from spending a few nights with strangers every now and then.
His dreams were never as vivid, but he did start dreaming frequently about a hairy monkey-like titan. He hated those dreams more than anything. They made him wake up already hating the day. He thought maybe it was because of his disgust at monkey species. They seemed so unclean.
Around his 30th birthday, Levi was walking down a city street when a bookstand made him do a double take. The cover...had the monkey titan from his dreams. It looked exactly like it. Maybe he’d seen this and his brain made him dream about it? He checked the publication date and this book came had just come out. Meaning there was no way he could have seen this before. The book was titled Beast. Levi moved his fingers across the raised letters of the author’s name. Erwin Smith. His heart jumped. He didn’t know why. He opened the book and looked at the dedication page.
Dedicated to Levi Ackerman
Levi nearly dropped the book. The whole world disappeared around him. To an outsider he simply looked disinterested, maybe even a bit annoyed. But his insides were churning. He casually looked around and tucked the book into his jacket.
When he gets home he makes tea and his hand shakes as he tries to steady the cup to his mouth. He breathes in the smell and his heart slows down. He opens to the first chapter and begins reading. It’s a first person perspective and it seems the author is the main character. He lives in a world overrun by giants called titans that eat humans alive. All of humanity lives inside three walls, Wall Maria, Wall Rose, and Wall Sina. The main character Erwin lives in a fairly good class; he has a nice home and his father is an educator. The story quickly gets dark when Erwin inadvertently causes his father to be murdered. Levi is interested in the story so far, but is finding it difficult to read. This author writes at a college level and Levi could never read past a ninth grade level. He never needed to read anything. His expertise were more physical.
He waited until Farlan got home and asked him if he would help him read this book. Farlan smiles a bit and asks why the hell Levi would want to read some random work of fiction. Levi is hesitant to say why and decides to show Farlan the dedication. Farlan smiles again, shocked that Levi would be so interested in a mere coincidence. Levi scoffs. Izzy joins in, picking on her big brother but also encourages to Farlan to read the book out loud as she would like to hear the story too.
The bit about Erwin’s childhood is interesting to them, but takes up only about a chapter. There is a time skip as Erwin joins the army branch known as the Survey Corps. He described the 3DM gear and Izzy can’t help but muse about how fun they sound. Flying around like that must be amazing, she thinks. A few chapters in Farlan’s face falls and he squints at the book. Levi swallows and Izzy leans in trying to see the book.
“What is it?”
Farlan looks at his siblings and slowly begins reading. Erwin introduces three new characters: Levi, Isabel, and Farlan...they live in an underground city as expert thieves who use 3DM gear to steal. As Erwin heads to the underground to apprehend the criminals he explains that he really wants them to join the Survey Corps as he heard they are extremely proficient with the 3DM gear. When he sees the three criminals flying high in the underground city, he is excited by the idea of having them join his cause. He trails them, hiding under his hood. He’s below Levi looking up at him. He mentions how beautiful Levi’s soft black hair looked as he flew away from him. He looked down at Erwin and Erwin smiled back up at him. He spends nearly half a page talking about the moment they make eye contact. Erwin doesn’t call it love at first sight, but it’s something that let’s him know Levi is going to mean so much more to him than just being an asset.
When Levi is captured, Erwin is delighted at how harsh Levi is to him. Levi shows no fear in the face of the Survey Corps and looks Erwin dead in the eye as he essentially tells him to fuck off. Erwin can see how much Levi must hate him and he has already decided he must make this man trust him. Respect him. Love him? After all, Erwin is a betting man. And there is no bigger bet than charming someone who already hates you. Well there were bigger bets, but they weren’t important in that moment.
In the next chapter, Erwin talks about the death of Isabel and Farlan. As Farlan reads the details, Levi drops his tea. The description of their death is exactly like his dream. It’s as if Erwin saw his dream and wrote it for him. His stomach turns and he gets dizzy. He doesn’t notice Farlan and Izzy fuss over the spilt tea and broken cup. He leans back in his chair. He can’t understand this. This is no coincidence? And now that he thought about it, with Erwin’s vague description of himself, he could certainly be the blond man from Levi’s dream. Who was this guy?
Farlan decides to turn in for the night, seeing how disoriented Levi is. He promises Izzy (who doesn’t want him to stop reading) that he’ll read more tomorrow night. Levi finally looks at his siblings and sees that Farlan is visibly disturbed. Izzy doesn’t seem phased. Levi thinks these are accurate reactions for the two of them to have, but also thinks there is something more happening here. But what?
Every night Farlan reads more of the book to Levi and Izzy. Erwin talks about the Hope for Humanity: Eren Jaeger, a boy who can turn into a 15 m class titan. He is the greatest asset to humanity, next to Levi, as Erwin puts it. He talks about the Female Titan, being particularly impressed with her dedication to keeping her secrets. He commends her even though she is against him. When she freezes herself inside a crystal, Erwin is disappointed that he isn’t able to speak with her. He has so much more to say and ask than some nasty words. Izzy and Farlan don’t understand this mindset based on where the story has been going. Levi gets it, but finds himself worrying over Erwin’s betting nature, even though he has proven time and time again that his bets are always worth it in the end. Erwin gets more enthusiastic about the revelation of humans who can transform into titans. Even more so when it’s discovered that all titans were once humans. All of these happenings got him closer to the truth of the world he lived in.
As all of this happened, Erwin often talks about Levi. In each of their private moments their relationship grows stronger. After the fall of Wall Maria, Erwin reveals that he and Levi got intimate, but does not describe any of it in detail. He does however frequently mention the softness in Levi’s eyes even with all he has been through. It makes Erwin’s heart swell, and he hopes Levi will be able to live a long life. When Erwin loses his arm to a titan, he says the only thing that felt worse than the pain was seeing Levi’s face when he came back. He hated causing Levi concern over himself, but there was something about Levi. Something that caused him to completely dedicate himself to Erwin. Erwin saw this with Eren Jaeger's adopted sister Mikasa as well. She seemed to wholly dedicate herself to Eren like Levi did to Erwin. However it did not seem that Mikasa was interested in Eren romantically. Their relationship was a strong familial one that Erwin respected.
Erwin also talked about his growing selfishness. He selfishly wanted Levi all to himself. He selfishly wanted to know the truth of this world in order to prove his own father’s theories. Levi detested this wanting to make Erwin stay behind for their return to Shiganshina. He threatens to break Erwin’s legs in an effort to scare him into staying behind. But Erwin smiles and laughs. He knows better. And so does Levi.
At the return to Shiganshina, the Survey Corps faces off against the Beast Titan from the cover of the book, and from Levi’s nightmares. As they are quite literally pinned against the wall, Erwin stares at Levi as the world is destroyed around them. They discuss a plan that will allow Levi to take down the Beast Titan in order to salvage the few soldiers they might have left. As Erwin confesses to Levi that all he ever wanted was to know what was in that basement, Levi kneels before him, telling him to give up on that dream and die. Erwin smiles. They exchange short vows with one another and steal one last kiss.
Erwin leads his soldiers to death. He remembers charging forth and everything suddenly going dark. Hazy light begins to sting his eyes. He breathes and it feels like there is glass inside his lungs. Aside from that he can’t feel any of his body...but his lower torso is wet and warm. He hears muted explosions. He doesn’t know how much time passes until someone approaches. His stomach is tied back together with his own cape. He feels things that shouldn’t be moving be clumsily pushed back inside his body. He’s carried away and his consciousness fades.
He wakes up on a roof, but his eyes won’t open. He feels a hand over his face. Levi’s voice, “He’s still...alive.” He hears Levi say he’s going to give the injection to Erwin. He hears Levi tell Eren not to let his feelings bias him. Erwin thinks he would laugh if everything didn’t feel so painful. After commotion he couldn’t quite hear, he feels a small cold prick in his arm. He barely opens his eyes and sees someone leaning over him. Levi. Levi’s face changes. Erwin sees his father, beckoning him. Erwin raises his hand and asks a question: “Teacher...how...find out...doesn’t exist?”
He’s moved again some place else. He hears someone screaming, someone being eaten. He feels someone’s hands on his neck. He hears Levi’s voice and his body feels warm.
“Can’t we just...let him go?”
His mind is able to piece together what’s happening. His life with Levi starts playing in his mind. His life as the commander of the Survey Corps. His choice to do so. His choice to recruit Levi. His choice to let Levi into his heart. His choice to be with him. Choices he didn’t regret.
“His only choice was to become the devil. And it was us who wanted that of him.”
Erwin sees the soldiers who have died. Miche, Nanaba, Gelgar, Nifa, Petra, Oulo, Eld, Gunther, and so many more. They all smile at Erwin. They seem to be getting closer as Levi’s voice moves further away.
“Not only that...he was finally freed from Hell...but we were going to call him right back into it.”
The weight of Erwin’s body begins to disappear. He feels less and less. His breathing begins to hurt less as it slows down. His heartbeat fades, but he still strains to hear Levi’s voice.
“So I think...we ought to let him rest.”
He can hear his comrades, his subordinates, his father calling to him. But Levi calls him back.
“Erwin...about my promise that I’d take out the Beast Titan...looks like we’re going to have to wait.”
He feels trembling hands touch his neck.
“...he’s already dead.”
Fingers pull back his eyelids.
“...oh.”
The surface Erwin rests on creaks as people begin to leave. Erwin’s heart is barely beating as he feels arms wrap around him. His body is lifted and squeezed. Levi whispers goodbye to Erwin and kisses his cheek. His heart beats one last time. Levi made the choice.
The choice to save Erwin.
Izzy is the most hysterical over the books ending. Viewing it as a tragic romance she cries over these characters losing each other. Even Farlan has to wipe a tear from his eye. Levi...can’t breathe. His eyes are welling against his better judgement, knowing this is supposed to be a fictional book. But these characters. The Levi character is exactly like Levi himself. And these events happened in his dreams. And his heart aches for this character Erwin. He feels the loss. He feels the loss inside his heart and his mind can’t make sense of it.
The next day he tells Izzy and Farlan that he’s going to be gone for a while, and not to worry about him. Worried anyway, they question Levi, asking him where he’s going. He scoffs and tells them they would make fun of him. Being offended that he would suggest they ever do such a thing they insist that he tell them. Feeling a bit sheepish, Levi confesses he wants to meet the author of that book. Izzy doesn’t quite understand but Farlan does. When she begins to tease Levi, Farlan elbows her. He tells Levi to stay safe and that he hopes he finds what he’s looking for. Levi takes the book and holds it to his chest as he leaves their house.
He’d already found online that there was a book tour going on. Finding the nearest city on the tour, Levi headed there. He arrive a few days early and spent time rereading chapters and reflecting on his feelings over the whole thing. He hoped that maybe the author would show up in the city early and that he could find him somewhere other than a book signing. He read the info on Erwin Smith and it revealed that Erwin Smith was a pen name, meaning that the book was supposed to be literally written by the main character. A sort of fantasy diary genre.
Having no luck finding the author beforehand, Levi has to settle for waiting in line at the book signing. He sees a few people dressed as characters in the book. He scoffs. They all seem enthusiastic and excited. Levi just feels sick to his stomach. He can’t even see ahead to look at the author because he’s so short and the people in front of him are freakishly tall. He waits for over an hour and a half just to see some guy who wrote about a guy he’s dreamt about before. There are several moments where he considers high tailing out of embarrassment. He decides to say, convincing himself that the coincidences were too numerous to be just that. Finally finally he gets to the front. The tall people in front of him are talking and moving around a lot. Levi gets a glimpse of the author and he looks exactly like the man from his dreams, and the man described in the book. Erwin Smith. Levi’s heart pounds in his chest as his stomach twists in knots. His hands shake and he tries gripping the book to steady them. He looks ahead and notices a blond woman standing behind the author, staring at Levi. He is so taken aback by her piercing blue gaze that he doesn’t notice it’s his turn to meet the author. He steps up to the table and places the book down still looking at the woman. A warm voice catches his attention, “Levi?”
Levi looks at the author. He’s so tall that he is almost the same height as Levi sitting down. His body is well built and strong. His hair is so blond Levi might go blind. He makes eye contact.
“Erwin!”
The memories crash down on Levi so hard he nearly collapses to the floor. The book, the dreams, Erwin, they all click into place at once. The book was real. It was a real. Levi’s past life. He remembers it all. And his soulmate. Right there before him. The blond woman whispers to the agent running the signing who quickly announces that the signing is over. As disgruntled fans slowly leave, Levi and Erwin stare at each other.
Finally Erwin stands and crosses to Levi. As he stands before him, Erwin is even taller than Levi remembers. He grits his teeth and tears roll down his cheek. Erwin smiles the warm familiar smile that Levi realized he had been missing all his life. Erwin suddenly hugs Levi. Levi clutches Erwin’s shirt, buries his face into his chest, and sobs.
As it turned out, Erwin’s real name was Irvin Smithson in this life. He started remembering his life the day his father passed away. When he became a teenager bits and pieces started coming back together. By his 18th birthday, Erwin remembered all of his life before the fall of Wall Maria. In his early 20s the first nightmare of the colossus titan happened. After a few tumultuous years of horrific memories coming back to him, Erwin wanted nothing more than to have Levi at his side again. But did Levi even exist anymore? Erwin knew he was very similar to his past self but did that mean Levi would be too? Would he look the same? Would he remember Erwin?
So he started writing. Writing a memoir of his past life. He thought it might be foolish to hope that Levi would read it, but he dedicated it to him anyways and was able to get it published. He never dreamed it would actually work. But here Levi was, back in his arms. And he remembered it all.
Erwin was not entirely alone, however. When he submitted his manuscript, his publisher called him in for an in-person meeting. When Erwin arrived, there was a young blond woman sitting in his publisher’s office. She was introduced to him as Anabel Leon. Erwin immediately recognized her. Annie Leonhardt: the Female Titan.
It turned out that they had both written incredibly similar stories about the same characters, events, and even settings. The publisher didn’t even consider the impossibility of this occurrence but he did consider the possibility of a franchise. He was interested in the money. Erwin didn’t know what Annie was interested in, he just knew he was interested in why she wrote it.
They had a private meeting together. As soon as the door closed Annie addressed Erwin: “Commander.”
He addressed her: “Female Titan.”
They spoke for hours. Things were tense at first until Erwin broke the ice for commending Annie for having herself be devoured by titans. She told him the truth about the titans, and he told her as much as he knew about her comrades, Reiner and Bertolt. He also told her about Levi. Much to his surprise she told him about another Ackerman: Mikasa. Apparently she hoped to reach Mikasa through her writings just as Erwin wanted to reach Levi. Erwin gave Annie a warm smile and promised her they would both find their soulmates.
Erwin becomes a father figure to Annie, guiding her on their search for their soulmates. They find they shared many similarities in their past life and even their current life. Both wanting to achieve a goal for their father and both in love with an Ackerman. Plus there were the obvious similar appearances. Annie is elated for Erwin when he finds Levi, but she is also astounded that it worked. Things between Annie and Levi are tense at first, understandably, but Erwin was always very persuasive. Gaining each other’s trust, Levi developed a deep respect for Annie as person, and as a fighter. They both dabbled in the martial arts and even started sparring together.
After reconnecting with Erwin, Levi returned home to his siblings, with Erwin. They attempted to explain the situation to Levi’s siblings. Izzy didn’t seem to understand; Farlan did a bit but he didn’t seem interested in trying to grasp it, considering how his past self had died. Levi and Erwin announce that they will be moving in together, but because of Erwin’s success as an author he promises both Izzy and Farlan that he will help them in anyway that he can. Izzy gets her own apartment while Farlan earns a college degree. Levi couldn’t be more proud of his surrogate siblings.
After the release of Annie’s book, Fallen, in conjunction with Erwin’s book Beast, their popularity skyrockets, earning them not only national fame, but international fame as well. But it’s still an American signing that Annie finds Mikasa. Erwin notices Annie’s hands shaking, her signatures getting sloppy. He looks up and spots Mikasa, not looking at them. He gently touches Annie’s arm to calm her. Before the next fans approached he whispers to Annie to breathe. Levi rests a hand on Annie’s shoulder and says nothing, but it’s more than enough for Annie to steady her hands.
When Mikasa approaches the table, she’s somehow still wearing the red scarf, and she is with her brother Eren. She places the book on the table, leaving her hand on the cover. Annie looks at her and Mikasa is unphased. Erwin and Levi exchange looks, wondering if she remembers.
“Can you make it out to Mikasa, Annie?” Mikasa gives the smallest of smiles, and Erwin looks knowingly at Levi.
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