#chapter seven of seven

[sirmatthew1972]

Forever: The Double Edged Sword

This is the final chapter! Or at least, it's the last chapter of the first story in this universe. Will there be more? Yes. A sequel from Spencer's point of view is in the works. But... I've signed up for the Criminal Minds Kink Bingo 2024, so I'll be filling my squares first. Teaser Aaron blinks at his changed surroundings, feeling groggy and uneasy. How come he's sitting up? Shivering, he frowns at the sky of fluffy white clouds blown in from across the Atlantic Ocean. That which has shut out the sun. They are a startling sign of him missing time since he'd received the quickening of the man he'd killed. So much energy! Yet all it manages to do is leave him feeling unsettled. Eager to get up and away from this concrete world… to go somewhere warm, soft and most of all safe. So he can curl up into it. Into Spencer, whose hands are holding onto his bruised sword hand as if touch alone can heal it. Well, maybe it does? His heart skips a beat now. Yeah. This is what he'd fought and killed for. To stay alive for Spencer. Read more on AO3

[greenheartart]

[lotus-pear]

i think asagiri’s new favorite character is aya bc can anything else explain why both of her father figures just fucking dissolved in the same chapter

[moth-hive]

Malleus then vs now

[nyapplepie]

the way that i had to sit down for like. an hour after finishing infamous chapter 3 wdYM MOST LIGHTHEARTED???? HELLO???? sat there feeling second-hand stress for mc poor mc ;w;

[sp7]

contract doctor.

[night-market-if]

We're getting there!

Chapter Seven is officially in the works. The proof is below. It feels good to be writing again.

Once, there had been a city. Vibrant. True. Full of a future that was unfolding so rapidly that it was breathtaking to behold. The lanterns stood bright in a sea of fresh eyes, a beacon for all that were lost.  Most of those lanterns were gone. Broken and buried beneath the sand. They died with most of the ancients the day the walls fell and the market rose to the tops of the mountain peaks. I could see it. Hear the screaming. The death toll rose and rose and the lantern shined through the entire time. Then, when the world had ended, the survivors had walked forward and made a home. 

But the beacon was broken now. A cornerstone of the world had ruptured, shattered bits of it on the ground.  And no matter how many times someone gathered all the pieces together, nothing ever fit together quite right again. In fact, with each attempt, the lantern broke a little more.

[honeyglas]

These two again

/ seven is from @infamous-if 😚

[sirmatthew1972]

Room on the Third Floor

THE LAST UPDATE! From today Room on the Third Floor is complete... but stay tuned for more panther!Hotch, because I am plotting and writing a sequel (full of angst, recovery and smut too) to this somewhat open-ended first half as we speak. Posting it though will be a few months out at best, since this AU is complex... and then some. What was I thinking when I created professor Ben Stein and his science to use on our favourite kitten? lol. Anyway... here goes. This is where and how it ends.

Chapter seven Startled by the attack, Ben stumbles. He recovers all too fast though. Orion however doesn't have to, for he lands on his four feet to glare at his prey. Beyond alert and more than ready to face their final stand off. Unafraid of the fierce glint in those ocean dark eyes of blue he's become too damned familiar with, which he can read like an open book. The oncoming storm of a man driven by an evil which he both understands and can never fathom. How does Ben deem himself human anymore? How dare he claim he's more than any shifter? No more! For this sadistic bastard needs to be gone from this life. Taken out… Read more...

[mt07131]

Infamous chapter three…………… Amy infamous when I get you

[brambeag]

when they hate ur ass 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

[uldren-sov]

You used to be so sweet | Now you're a firecracker on a crowded street Couldn't look away even if I wanted | Try to walk away but I come back to the start

(Was very lucky once again to comm the bestie @aevari tysm!!!) a NON-meme of these two??? it's more likely than you think it had to happen eventually have to keep everything in balance: a happy past with a not-so-happy present :)

✮Starring✮ Seven Lawless from @infamous-if and my OC, Camy Rose

[pottedplant53]

mild twst chapter 7 spoilers

I made a helpful chart

[saffusthings]

second chances

mob boss! lando norris x reader

part seven: invisible string

word count: 1.8k

warnings: implied violence? but that's it i think

six | seven | eight

Lando’s mind was sharp, his eyes scanning the scene in his peripheral vision as he moved down the city street, pretending to focus on a text. It was collection week – the time where everyone knew that Norris's boys would come around and collect on all the overdue payments from the past month. Lando himself made a special appearance this time, just for old man Binotto.

That son of a bitch never paid on time.

It would almost be amusing if it wasn’t such a fucking nuisance – like a pebble in his shoe on the 27th of every damn month.

Lando and his boys were known for a particular set of skills. The mob was a business just as much as anything else was – skills and services for a price.

So that would make Lando a commonplace business man. Lando and his crew provided a variety of services for the city’s underworld—protection, intimidation, and, above all, discretion. For those willing to pay, the Circle offered a guarantee that no one would mess with them. Whether it was keeping a business safe from rivals or sending a message to someone who needed reminding, Lando’s men got the job done. The Reaper’s Circle made sure that the people living on their turf had nothing to fear but them. The money then went into funding the city’s most lucrative ventures—high-end casinos, exclusive clubs, and the kind of entertainment that stayed behind closed doors. 

A little something for everyone.

In a world where everyone was looking over their shoulder, the Reaper’s Circle made sure its people didn’t have to. 

All in a day’s work.

This was giving him a fucking migraine.

It had started cordially enough — polite conversation, adequate small talk before delving into their familiar routine. Lando would demand his money, Mattia would act clueless, and then Lando would reacquaint him with their deal until Lando’s knuckles split.

Apparently they were still at the clueless part.

“Come on,” Binotto tutted, placing his clasped hands in his lap, eyes sharp beneath the warm lighting as if he had even some semblance of power in this situation. “We’ve known each other for how long now? What is business between friends?”

Lando gave a slow, calculated smile. “Somehow, I don’t recall us ever being friends,” he replied smoothly, hand coming up to massage his temples.

Binotto, predictably, didn’t like that.

His fingers tightened around his glass. “You are acting like you don’t need friends?”

“I’ve got enough,” Lando rolled his eyes.

Binotto leaned in, his expression darkening. “That is a polite way of telling me to fuck off?”

Lando’s patience thinned. Yes, he wanted to say. Instead, he let the silence speak for itself.

The other man exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Bad idea. A very bad idea.”

"Yeah," he drawled, a smirk on his lips as he stood up. “M’ willin’ to lose sleep over it.”

15 minutes later, Lando turned and walked out, feeling the weight of Binotto’s glare burning into his back. His knuckles ached faintly, already beginning to purple.

Once outside, he exhaled, mind already moving three steps ahead. Binotto wasn’t a real threat, but men like him had a way of becoming problems when left unchecked. And right now, Lando didn’t have the patience for problems.

The Brit counted every bill to make sure each one was accounted for before slipping the thick, worn envelope into one of the pockets inside his jacket. It was important to double check every single detail, he'd learned. He was always aware, always looking over his shoulder. It was how he’d built his empire. 

It was how he’d survived.

But as he turned a corner, his gaze flicked to a head of dark blond hair across the street—Arthur Leclerc, standing at the edge of the sidewalk, eyes flickering as he pretended to scan a storefront, his hand casually adjusting his jacket. It was subtle, almost too subtle, but Lando saw right through it.

Lando smirked to himself. The kid was ambitious, sure, but he had no idea what he was dealing with. No matter how clever he thought he was, he was still the little brother—not the one in charge. 

Arthur was probably just an unwitting pawn in this—too inexperienced to fully grasp what he was trying to do, but Lando couldn’t afford to let him get any closer.

The Leclercs. Always so eager to get involved in things that weren’t theirs.

Lando kept walking, his steps calm but purposeful, allowing Arthur to fall into rhythm behind him. He didn’t want to make this easy. He needed to see how far the kid would go.

Then, just as Lando turned a corner, he spotted another shadow, a darker head of hair this time—a tall figure, with similar gangly features lingering further down the block. 

Lorenzo Leclerc. 

He was older, more calculating, his posture a little more obvious, standing by a streetlight with a phone in his hand, trying to play the part of an innocent bystander. He was watching, waiting for Lando to slip up. Lando’s smirk faltered, and his hand instinctively brushed the gun concealed under his jacket.

Looks like his morning just got more interesting.

Lando’s pulse quickened as he realized he was being double-tailed, and this time, it wasn’t going to be as easy to shake them off. He needed to disappear.

With a deep breath, he straightened his shoulders. He was good at what he did—too good to get caught—but he wasn’t about to let himself get cornered by the Leclercs on a busy street. He needed to vanish. Fast.

His mind worked quickly. The first rule of the game: Never lead them to your next destination. His eyes scanned the street, searching for an exit.

There wasn’t time for a confrontation. Not here, not now. He needed to lose them both—quickly.

Lando ducked into the nearest alley and scanned the area, his instincts already locking onto the perfect escape route. A narrow side street led into a small café with large windows, an unassuming little place that looked as though it could blend into any part of the city. Perfect.

He could blend in, slip into the background, and wait for the Leclerc brothers to pass by. His pace quickened, making a beeline for the door. He slipped through the door, barely drawing attention as the bell above it chimed softly.

But of course, as he moved toward the counter, his eyes landed on a familiar face.

You’ve got to be fuckin’ with me.

He could already feel his irritation rising. There was no way this was happening. No fucking way.

It had to be some kind of cosmic joke.

She was smiling at him, clearly pleased to see him again, completely unaware of how fucked this situation was.

“Liam?” she asked, voice tentative.

Lando froze. Of course, she’d recognize him.

Oh fuck me.

“Yeah,” he said, his tone flat, forcing a tight smile.  She gave him an awkward smile, the kind of smile he’d seen a hundred times before—unsteady, unsure, yet oddly warm. “I didn’t expect to see you again,” she said, the words almost shy as she took a step toward him.

Lando swallowed his irritation, quickly masking it with an aloof expression. “Trust me, I wasn’t planning on it either,” he muttered under his breath.

“Twice in one week!” she mused cheerily, tucking her copy of Crime and Punishment under her arm. “I mean, what are the odds?”

I dunno, but I need 'em to be zero.

“D’you come here often? I haven’t really seen you here that much” she wondered, tilting her head. “Or are you just really, really lucky?”

Lando almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

Instead, he gave her a tight smile, just enough charm to keep her from hopefully asking anymore questions. “What can I say? Good coffee n' all tha'.”

She huffed a soft laugh. “Right, well, I can get you a coffee if you—”

“No,” Lando cut her off, his tone sharp, almost too quick. He needed to keep moving, get out of here before drawing more attention to himself.

“M'fine, really,” he said, his gaze shifting toward the door, willing himself not to look back at her.

“No, thanks,” he said curtly, his eyes already scanning the windows. He wasn’t looking for her, not really. His thoughts were elsewhere. He was thinking of the Leclercs, and how he needed to get out of here without drawing any attention.

Still, her voice broke through his thoughts. “You sure? I could, you know, bring you something.”

Lando didn’t turn to look at her. “I’m fine.”

He wasn’t here to entertain her, and he sure as hell wasn’t here to play nice. This was just another complication—another irrelevant, inconvenient detail in his life.

His fingers drummed lightly against the edge of the table, the seconds dragging on in silence. He knew she was still staring at him, probably wondering what the hell was going on, but he couldn’t afford to care.

Y/N stood there for a moment, unsure, then shrugged awkwardly and returned to her side of the counter.

“Just passing through,” he blurted, some semblance of an explanation. Not that he owed her an answer, but… she was only trying to be nice. It wasn’t her fault she’d caught him on a shit day, right?

So Lando was just being polite. 

Politeness. Decency. Yeah, that sort of thing.

Y/N blinked at him, a little caught off guard by his tone. “I hadn’t expected to see you again, especially not so soon,” she said, smiling awkwardly, but there was something else in her eyes now—a curiosity. “Is everything okay?”

Lando didn’t answer right away. He could see the way her eyes darted around, looking at him as if she was trying to piece things together. He couldn’t have her asking questions, couldn’t have her getting too involved.

“M'fine,” he waved off casually. “Just… needed to get out of sight for a moment, yeah?"

“Out of sight? What, are you like… running from the cops or something?” she laughs, her tone teasing.

If only she knew.

“Nah, s'nothing,” he replied coolly, then paused, catching her eye. He studied her for a moment—how she was standing there, so out of place in the chaos of his world. It almost made him question everything. Almost.

Finally, when enough time had passed, Lando took a step toward the exit, but something about the weight of her gaze made him pause. It was the same old pitfall. He was so good at keeping people at arm’s length—he was cold when he needed to be, distant, indifferent—but for some reason, it was different when it came to her. She had a way of making him feel… odd.

“Uh, see you around,” he said, almost too quickly.

And without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out, slipping back into the crowd.

The moment he stepped back onto the street, he allowed himself a brief moment of relief. The Leclercs hadn’t followed him in—yet—but it wouldn’t be long before they realized he’d slipped away again.

The weight of the world was still pressing on him, but now it was tinged with something else—a lingering feeling that wouldn’t quite leave him.

And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the thought that he had just made a mistake.

[masonshine]

I cannot wait for the Infamous public update so i can finally scream about everything here.

I have so many thoughts i wanna post. It's the only thing i've been thinking about these past days!!!

[kingkat12]

the only time I feel alive during the day is when I look at this man💀 somebody sedate me😭🙏🏻