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m-jelly · 11 months ago

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Demon Huntress Reader x Incubus Levi. Incubus!Levi tempts and seduces Reader to have fun with him (they are secretly lovers)

@2moth-anon2 requested

Irresistible lover

Incubus Levi x fem!reader

Supernatural AU, magical AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, flirtatious Levi, sexual language, teasing, touching, oral, monster loving.

While on a journey to hunt down a dangerous demon, Levi temps you over and over with delicious words and touches. You give in to temptation and allow your lover to fawn over you.

Lore: Some demons help hunters hunt down bad demons. Levi offered his services to help because a demon killed his two friends. As a result of helping you, he fell madly in love with you and you fell for him and you became a couple.

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You released a long sigh as you grabbed the magic scroll on your next target. You were tired, exhausted and frustrated. Work had been non-stop for you and it had meant less couple time with Levi. As a demon, Levi had a large and deep hunger for you. So, it was hard to get the balance right between doing your job as a hunter of demons and being dedicated to Levi.

Even though Levi was a hungry demon, he was very patient and sweet with you. To him, you were worth the wait. Every inch of you was delicious and your heart was so beautiful. The love he had for you was unmeasurable.

The stress and exhaustion were just rolling off you and Levi could sense it. Levi wanted to fix this, he wanted to get you to relax, he wanted you to smile, he wanted you to be happy and to do that he had a plan.

As soon as you walked into your study at the hunter base, he locked the door and used his powers to make the room darker - it was mood lighting. It appeared you didn't notice, so Levi was going to pull out all the stops.

Levi changed his human appearance to more of his demon one because he knew how much you loved it. His horns grew large on his head, scales appeared on the corners of his face, up his neck and all over his body. His hands turned into strong claws that looked like they had been dipped in tar. His long tail whipped to the side as he growled in pleasure. His tongue was long and pointed for perfect reach and lastly, his shirt peeled off his body to show off his muscles.

He pushed his raven hair back and slowly slinked his way over to you. The way he called your name was sensual like it was pleasurable to call out. He dragged a claw across the table and growled. "You seem...stressed."

You whined a bit as you kept working. "I am. This needs to be done. He's a high-ranking demon on the loose. I need to stop him."

"That will happen. I know you will." He grabbed the magical scroll making you pout and protest. "But you need a break."

You stood up. "He doesn't stop so I shouldn't."

Levi tossed the scroll right as a flying little imp appeared and took it away. "Darling sweetness, he will rest, trust me." He stared you up and down. "You look good enough to eat."

You blushed. "You say that all the time. Call your imp back and give me the scroll."

He reached over the desk and pressed a claw into your shirt right between your breasts. "I will, but after you've been a good girl and relaxed. I'm worried about you." He pulled his claw down and slowly ripped your shirt open. "You are so arousing."

You shivered as your warm skin was met with the room's cool air. "Levi."

He eyed your breasts in your bra. "So supple, plump and delicious."

You pulled back and yanked the shirt closed. "Y-You're distracting m-me."

He leapt over the desk and sat on the edge right in front of you. "My intention."

You tried to move away but Levi's wings burst from his back, and one of them moved and blocked your path. You turned and tried to escape the other way, but his tail wrapped around your thigh. "Le-Levi."

Levi looped his claw finger around your belt loop and tugged. "You work so hard. You're so strong. You're so inspiring." He ran his lips right between your breasts and inhaled deeply. "A darling love like you should be worshipped and rewarded." He delicately kissed your skin. "Such a magnificent love."

You mewled in delight and tangled your fingers in his hair. "You're too sweet to me."

He looked up at you. "You deserve your body to be worshipped every day and night." He licked his lips to show his long pointed tongue. "Say yes."

You could feel the yes on the tip of your tongue, but your senses came to you. You had a job to do and you shouldn't be playing with your demon boyfriend. You turned in his arms and mewled. "I need a new shirt and to start working."

Levi ran his hands up your body as he spoke against your ear. "You work so hard all the time. You need a break. Everyone takes breaks. Everyone needs to relax and unwind." One hand massaged your hip as the other gripped your breast. "So many knots in such an alluring body. It must be so hard for you."

You leaned your head back and relaxed against his touch. "Mm, it is."

"A good night's rest and some good loving with work all the knots out and help you think fresh."

"You're right."

He nipped your earlobe between his sharp canines. "Just a night off. One simple night off won't do any harm."

You leaned against Levi, your weight now fully on him. Legs now weak, you sat between Levi's legs on the edge of the desk. A blissful sigh escaped your lips as Levi continued his touches and massaging. Every move he made was electrifying to you, it always was.

You turned your head and gazed deep into Levi's eyes as they glinted with power. "Do you love me?"

Levi smiled softly at you. "More than words can describe. You have my whole heart and immortal soul. I love you, forever and more."

You welled up as your heart swelled with adoration. "I love you too."

He leaned closer. "I know. I can feel it through our bond. It is...breathtaking." He crashed his lips against yours as his fingers plunged down into your underwear and began caressing your clit.

You felt a shiver run through you as two long clawed fingers pressed deep into your pussy and pressed you in every perfect way. The palm of his hand stimulated your attention-seeking clit. Each soft and intentional movement was hypnotic and pleasurable to you.

Levi's long pointed demon tongue was blazing hot inside your mouth. The way he moved was soothing and yet arousing. You felt safe, calm and relaxed, but also like your body was on fire. All you could do was cling to your lover as he moved and worshipped your mortal body, which in time he would make immortal like him.

A light whimper came from you as soon as he pinched your nipple. A throbbing of pleasure pumped through you from your chest to your heat and back. The danger of it all added to the sexual pleasure. If anyone knew about the undying love between the two of you, or that you took part in the pleasure of the body with each other, you would be shunned and banished from your people.

Most would have accused Levi of tempting you to love him, but Levi would tell you otherwise. Levi's intention was to make a deal with you to take revenge. However, your heart, body and soul lured him in and he was hopelessly in love and yours. You were Levi's master and he would do anything for you. Although, when it came to sex, he was always the tempter because he was a demon of sex.

Levi pulled from your lips as your moans heightened in pitch. The light in Levi's eyes brightened. "That's it, my darling. Cum against my hand and enjoy the pleasure that is your body."

You threw your head back and cried out in bliss as you felt a pleasurable pop. "Levi."

Levi moaned in pleasure as you fed him with power. "Good girl." He dragged his fingers from you and licked them clean. "Delicious meal."

You leaned against his chest. "Mm..."

He lifted you up and laid you on your desk. "Worry not, my darling." He licked his lips and moaned. "I will help you relax more." He clicked a clawed finger against your trousers and panties causing them to slice off. "I will plunge my tongue deep into your pussy and enjoy the flavours of your arousal." He knelt before you and shifted your legs over his shoulders. "I must kneel before my altar."

You reached down and gripped his horns. "I'm all yours."

His long pointed tongue dragged up your lips and clit. He smirked as you whimpered. "Relax. Let me take care of you."

You threw your head back as his long, thick and pointed tongue plunged deep into you. Your thighs clamped around his handsome face. Your back arched as he moved and rolled his tongue. A shiver ran through you as his clawed hands ran down your body. You knew very well that this was not going to be something short, it was going to be an all-night loving.

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moremaybank · 2 years ago

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-͟͟͞☆ pining best friend!jj headcanons...

warnings mentions of menstrual pads/tampons, mentions of being drunk/high (barely)

jj masterlist

❥ he keeps hair ties around his wrist, strategically mixed in with his bracelets, and stashes a few scrunchies in the pocket of his backpack because he knows how much you hate it when your hair is flying around in your face (especially when it's getting stuck in your lip gloss). bonus points if you have textured hair and wear a bonnet while you sleep because he'll totally buy (steal) you one and keep that on him, too (for impromptu sleepovers)

❥ he practically lives in your room/house

❥ he can measure precisely how sad you are depending on what song you're listening to

❥ stargazing and having conversations about everything and nothing

❥ tucks you in when you fall asleep without a blanket or on top of the covers

❥ (for those who have/experience periods) he's too embarrassed to go out and buy you pads/tampons (only because he doesn't know what he's doing and is so adorably nervous about it), so when you aren't looking, he'll steal a few of yours and keep them at the chateau for you. he even keeps some at his house on the off chance that you come over

❥ i've talked about this in the past, but he'll take your makeup off and do your skincare for you if you're too drunk, high or just plain exhausted

❥ he's clingy as fuck when he's tired and will make you his personal body pillow

❥ will deny it to the group's faces but he loves to sing/dance to taylor swift with you, especially in the car (#carpoolkaraoke)

❥ when you're baking/cooking, he'll dip his fingers into everything and give it a taste test because he loves the look on your face when you 'scold' him

❥ always has a hoodie on/with him because he knows you're too stubborn and will deny that you'll get cold (even though you definitely will)

❥ dragging you out of bed at 3am for slurpees

❥ constantly finding ways to touch you

❥ asks you to teach him how to braid hair

❥ he'd steal one of your rings and loop it onto his shark tooth necklace so you're always with him

❥ if you have a dog, cat, etc., he'll carry them around your face like they're his baby (which they are)

❥ hogs the covers and yanks them off of you so you have to move closer to him/cuddle with him

❥ takes you for night swims at the beach/at the chateau

❥ picks random flowers for you, sometimes he'll put them in your hair

❥ he always carries your bags for you

❥ opens every single door for you (he's such a gentleman, i love him)

❥ if he's close with your parent(s)/guardian(s), he'll come over solely to hang out with them (and revel in the pout on your face when you realize he isn't there to chill with you)

❥ the type to binge-watch your shows with you and ask a million questions about the characters/plots but refuses to watch it on his own

❥ plays with your stuffed animals and gives them all different voices (and definitely steals one when you aren't looking)

jj tag list (join here!): @maybankslover @kittyqrt @v-velvetykisscs @hobiibobii @rafesdior @fool4him @hemogloban @pankhoeforlife @rafesmuse @lyn07 @houseofperfecttaste @qualitybelieverflower-blog @dudenhaaa27 @princessbetsy123-blog @tori-loves1 @alexxavicry @kenzi-woycehoski @elijahssuit @skydisneylover @adoreyouusugar @obxjjpouge @conniesanchor @baby-maybank @angel037 @wotfasked @rafelover @penny4yourthoughts @nerd505 @xngelsau @maybank-archives @p4nkowrld @spideybrina @pankowperfection @demiioxox @adr1an4 @lov3r0fr0ck @ellesalazar @buckyisveryhot @hoeforstarkey24 @aliyahsomerhalder @thelastgreatamericandynasty1989 @1spiderman1 @tell-me-when-you’re-ready @rosie-anne @slytherhoes @taintedxkisses

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saragrekey · 7 months ago

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she’s a drag-anne-fly

#my art #sorry for the messiness this was just supposed to be a doodle but it came out SO CUTE AHHSJFJFH #amphibia #anne boonchuy #amphibia anne #sketch #sketchbook

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just-a-creep-babe · 2 months ago

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can u do ej and nurse ann with how their relationship is (if not cody and ej or ej and dr smiley)

Eyeless Jack & Nurse Ann

Strong dislike toward one another

EJ accepts that he’s a monster. He accepts that he needs to hurt others to survive. But he also makes the conscious decision every day to help people however he can to negate the harm he does. He chooses to do good

Ann is a creature of hate. She has suffered, so now everyone else must suffer, too. She drags people down and derives a sadistic kind of enjoyment from it

EJ knows what she does and he doesn’t approve, to put it lightly. He thinks that if she vowed to help people in her medical career, then she should’ve kept her vow—even in this other life. However, he does acknowledge that she’s a demon, one with much less of a grasp on her humanity, so he knows there’s not much he can do about it

Nurse Ann enjoys toying with him, just to see if she'd ever be able to break him. And, usually, when it doesn't work out, she gets frustrated and resorts to the one thing she knows best; attack

The two have gotten into a few fights, and while they wouldn’t actively get physical on sight, tensions are fairly high. They definitely don’t get along

Eyeless Jack & X-Virus

They have a really cute relationship—like the energetic nephew who’s always pestering the begrudging uncle kind of vibe

For some reason, Cody just loves bugging the shit out of EJ—affectionately, of course. He thinks it’s amusing that the hybrid’s so strong, yet so soft. He knows that whatever he does to him, EJ would never snap at him. The demon wouldn’t hurt a fly — so he certainly wouldn’t hurt Cody, and Cody loves taking advantage of that

EJ also knows that Cody’s bugging is all done affectionately, and the guy doesn’t have bad intentions (despite what he does for a living) so he just lets it happen

Both are also protective of one another, even though they probably wouldn’t admit it. It’s very endearing to see

Eyeless Jack & Doctor Smiley

Jack is pretty powerful—no doubt about it. Both he and the people around him know he can beat people’s asses if it comes down to it. So it really isn’t often that he feels… unnerved by someone

But, like, c’mon—have you seen Dr. Smiley? How could anyone not be creeped out by the guy?

Jack knows he could handle him in a confrontation—easily, at that. And, honestly, he isn’t one to usually want that sort of thing to happen, but with this guy, he kind of does. Partly because he thinks the doc probably deserves it, and partly because it’d just feel nice to sock that creep in the jaw

But Dr. Smiley never does anything that would merit a beating. He just stays there… creepily

Needless to say, Jack is not a fan

The doctor, on the other hand, honestly doesn’t care much about Jack. His interest in him goes only slightly farther than his interest in other people; it’d be more fun to pull him apart and dissect him, buts that’s about all he’d be good for

In terms of personality, well, Smiley thinks he’s a bit too much of a self-righteous rule-stickler. He doesn’t hold the highest opinion of him, but that isn’t anything new

Dr. Smiley hates everyone anyways, so Jack is no different.

Jack feels cautiously on-guard around the Dr. and the Dr. doesn’t much care for the hybrid. So their relationship is along the lines of formal acquaintances at best

Send in 2 characters & I’ll give my interpretation of how they feel about one another!!

#creepypasta #eyeless jack #crp #dr smiley #nurse Ann #x virus

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hlficlibrary · 4 months ago

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HL FIC LIBRARY ✤ AUTHOR REC

AO3: juliusschmidt

Tumblr: @juliusschmidt

STATS:

✤ Number of fics: 67

✤ Posting Since: 2013

TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ Cameras Flashing {E, 81k}

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

2️⃣ Introduction to Dynamics {E, 29k}

Louis Tomlinson is the outspoken omega in the 'Introduction to Dynamics' course Harry wishes he didn't have to take. He's nearly certain to present as a beta, after all. Things will be simple for him.

3️⃣ I'll Fly Away {E, 122k}

Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not; Harry went to Chicago where he found a boyfriend and couple of college degrees. Six years later, Harry ends up back in Edwardsville for the summer and he and Louis fall into old patterns and discover new ones.

ft. One Direction, the local boyband; Horan’s Bar and Grill; families, most especially children and babies; Officer Liam Payne; many local festivals and fireworks displays; and Anne Cox, PFLAG President.

4️⃣ little wings on my shoes {M, 39k}

You have C Lunch?” Louis asks, peering over at Harry's work. The problem Harry’s just finished is printed neatly, the correct answer circled. Harry’s finger marks the next problem in his book as he copies it onto the page. It doesn’t look like he’s stealing the answers out of the back. Nice.

He’s dimpled and smart.

And probably gay.

[The American High School AU in which no one is cool (except Niall) and Harry wears a rainbow bracelet.]

5️⃣ The Worst Fucking Idea {M, 3k}

Liam suggests Harry and Louis do Seven Minutes in Heaven, just like they always used to in high school.

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 the bearded stranger {M, 1k}

Harry wakes up to a bearded stranger in his bed.

#ficrec #authorrec #1dsquad #juliusschmidt

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footnotesaregreat · 1 year ago

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ofmd headcannons bc i physically can’t stop thinking about these bitches

izzy sings at lucius and pete’s ceremony probably fly me to the moon or killing me softly (written by laszlo cravensworth & later plagiarized)

at the party that follows they all gather up singing shanties, ed & izzy whispering the lyrics to stede, who is still getting the hang of pirate music

stede & ed are supporting izzy’s back, that is still healing, despite his protests

they are also holding hands (ed-stede, stede-izzy)

jim, archie, olu & zheng are sitting suspiciously close

auntie & jackie instantly become besties

wee john, frenchie, roach & the swede are playing some intricate card game but wee john keeps losing deliberately to go back to his knitting

he’s making sweaters for all of them because Winter Is Coming & none of them have warm clothes

when a seagull lands on deck & refuses to stop pinching ed everyone knows who it is

he stays with them for about a week at a time & always comes back

they made a little nest in the sleeping quarters for him right next to roach & the swede

ed has permanently moved into stede’s room & they’ve made a new bed to fit three people for the nights iz wants some company

they also have room with the rest of the crew for the nights when they prefer to sleep alone.

ed & fang go fishing almost everyday & after a couple weeks they don’t need to speak & just sit in comfortable silence

stede keeps training with iz, taking turns fighting zheng & jim

when ed returns one day with fang & sees stede beating all three of them he wants to fight him more than ever. their duel goes on for a long time, the bets placed by the crew reaching extreme heights. in the end stede knocks him down & disarms him. everyone, especially pete, lose their fucking minds

at night stede still reads them stories, sometimes new from recent books he’s gotten, but usually the now familiar fairy tales calm them down the most

sometimes stede, ed, iz, jim, archie, olu, zheng, lucius & pete go on date nights where they try different food, listen to music, sharing sweets

frenchie, wee john, fang & roach can often be seen sticking together, not really seeking any romantic or sexual relationship, but simply wanting companionship

when izzy’s unicorn hoof finally gives out he is absolutely heartbroken so of course the entire crew go out to find him the most durable materials to make him another one

they give it to him the next day & it’s decorated by stede, lucius & surprisingly zheng

wee john has also knitted him a leg warmer for whenever he needs a break from the prosthetic

iz obviously loses his shit when he sees it & totally doesn’t call them twats

then they all proceed to fall on top of him to engulf him in an annoyingly wet hug, ed & stede sneaking two kisses on his cheeks

they often have themed parties to make use of stede’s unending secret wardrobe

wee john, iz & jim rule these parties being the best drag queens & king

after a couple years they dock on a small, peaceful town. everyone immediately loves it there & that’s when stede & ed decide to retire

they use ed’s treasure to buy a large building & the whole crew work together to turn it into an inn

they officially open ‘The Gentle Unicorn Inn’ (ed chose the name)

they also have a little tavern right next to it called ‘Jeff’s’ (they have a lot of fun whenever someone asks ‘who’s jeff?’)

ann & mary regularly pop by & drop off some antiques ann’s looted, for stede to either keep or even sell

every couple of months or so the crew visit for a few days & all of them have designated rooms in the inn

sometimes ed & stede close for a week or so to go on a little trip on the ‘revenge’ with the crew

izzy will go & stay with them more often than the rest of them & even though he doesn’t have his own room he has no problem staying at stede & ed’s

he always sleeps in the middle of their bed

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girlbossblackbeard · 1 year ago

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throwing all logical predictions for the finale out the window because this show has consistently chosen to do the most batshit insane things that I could never even dream of in a million years so here are my new theories for things that are gonna happen in episode 8:

-Ed and Stede open up an Inn together in that ramshackle house we saw in the NZ videos

-We won't get a Zheng/Olu/Archie/Jim polycule but we WILL get a Pete/Lucius/Izzy polycule but Izzy is only there to be a bitch and blue ball himself. and also whittle cool things

-Buttons and a massive legion of seagulls descend upon a navy ship and just pick it up and fly away

-Wee John gets hired at Spanish Jackie's to do a drag show every night and a drag brunch on the weekends

-Roach and Fang hookup

-Frenchie meets an honest-to-god mermaid, possibly after falling off the boat and being rescued by them

-Rick coins the term "Getting Rick Roll'd"

-A THIRD BADMINTON BROTHER APPEARS AND IT'S RORY KINNEARN ONCE AGAIN

-Anne Bonny and Mary Read show up on a dope ass ship to help kick the navy's ass and also hookup with Zheng. Calico Jack is also there with a comically dented abdomen from getting cannonballed in s1 ep8 but he makes plenty of jokes about being an inny now

-Doug, Mary, and the kids stay at Ed and Stede's Inn so Ed and Mary can bond over Stede's quirks and Stede can bisexualize Mary's boyfriend again. Also Alma just has a lot of knives

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd predictions #ofmd s2 spoilers #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #edward teach #stede bonnet #that's all I've got for now maybe I'll add more as inspiration strikes

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vashtijoy · 2 years ago

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whose phone is that, anyway? character signature colours and yoshizawa's phone

There is a perennial debate over what's going on with Yoshizawa's phone. Isn't it Kasumi's phone that she's dragging around for reasons? What's even wrong with it, and why?

I have no opinion on the last two questions (other than that her difficulty communicating likely symbolises the things she's hiding from herself and others.) But I do think we can put that first question, of ownership, to bed.

First let's take a quick look at...

character colour coding

Most playable characters in P5 are assigned a colour, which is used more-or-less consistently for various things. For instance, their chat icons use them:

Their gloves use them. Makoto is the exception here with white gloves (perhaps because she uses fist weapons, so her gloves are always hidden?):

More to the point? Their phones are all colour coded:

Clockwise from the top: Ryuji (gold), Ann (hot pink), Yusuke (pale blue), Haru (purple), Futaba (green) and Makoto (dark blue).

royal trio: joker

The Royal Trio throw this nice little arrangement for an absolute loop.

First off, let's take a look at Joker. Silver phone (you may have observed it). No chat icon that we ever see to my knowledge, though it seems highly unlikely that he wouldn't have a red one. And indeed, his gloves are red. (as you may also have observed)

royal trio: akechi

Our resident Gemini, of course, stomps in with his steel-capped kicker boots and does everything twice. He's got two pairs of gloves, which match his apparent alignment (white or black, with his "day gloves" being black):

And his phone? Well, it's red (though the anime has it as dark grey, because, again, never not extra). Because, to this day, he's still playing hero—with the emphasis by now very much on "playing"—and part of him still wants to be the hero....

So Joker and Akechi have a reverse colour scheme going on with their phones: Joker has the silver/white/colourless phone that you might expect Akechi to have, and Akechi has the red one you'd expect Joker to have. Or rather, Joker has the "bad guy" phone while Akechi has the "good guy" phone, because he's a fucking liar and because each of them, to a greater or lesser extent, is walking that line between hero and villain.

As for his chat icon, it was grey in vanilla [source], while in Royal it was changed to brown. So: two sets of gloves, two chat icons, two phones (if we count the anime). Complicated.

what about yoshizawa?

Just like Joker and Akechi, Yoshizawa is too cool to be bound by any stupid dress code... pretty much. Her outfit is essentially girl Joker, and so her gloves are red, like his. Her chat icon is a deep purply-pink—more hot pink than Ann's, in fact, whose colour hot pink is!

It's possible her icon is meant to be red, but it's been shifted to purply-pink because a red icon on a red background would look bad.

But there are a couple of other things we can look at. And they tell us it's incredibly likely that the malfunctioning phone Yoshizawa carries through the game is not Kasumi's, but her own.

Remember that Yoshizawa's codename, Violet, is taken from her true given name Sumire—which means "violet". In Maruki's Palace, there's a cinematic of her with the real Kasumi during their accident, where both girls have umbrellas. Kasumi's is yellow—but Sumire's?

It's violet. And what colour is Yoshizawa's phone, when she pulls it out on 10/3, still believing that she's Kasumi?

It's violet. Violet for her true name, violet for her codename. Violet like the umbrella she carried when Kasumi died. This is clearly Sumire's phone, not Kasumi's.

Why is it broken? Still damaged in the accident, maybe?—Sumire is knocked flying. Unconsciously sabotaged? Space pixies? Who knows.

#persona 5 #p5 meta #sumire yoshizawa #the squad

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orobaxis · 2 years ago

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No. 20 for Ominis? I really loved the oneshot you wrote c:

thanks a lot professor black

ominis gaunt x reader arranged marriage au

summary: your crush on ominis gaunt comes to a head when professor black uncharacteristically gives ominis advice.

word count: almost 3k!

also a prompt: "it hurts me, just how much i ache for you."; slytherin!reader

you like to think that your crush on ominis gaunt isn’t that obvious. after all, he only knows you because of that arrangement your families decided on when you were kids. the only times you had interacted with him were when you asked him a couple of time if anne was around (she is your friend and partner in some classes), and when he would say a polite “hello” to you in herbology (your potting stations are across each other). some interactions too whenever anne would drag you around, but you wouldn’t consider yourself friends. he was very particular to people he considers friends, and for now, it was only the sallow twins. even lucan brattleby was just an “acquaintance”. now, you are starting to think that either: 1) anne is a seer, or 2) your crush isn’t as inconspicuous as you previously thought.

anne sends you a knowing smile whenever he and sebastian enter a classroom or sit close to you in the great hall. always nudging you with her elbow and waggling her eyebrows teasingly whenever ominis opens his mouth to talk. snaps her fingers in our face when you would stare absentmindedly at the boy who doesn’t know better.

“are you some sort of seer?” you ask anne, who laughs at that. you now walk to transfiguration, where you and anne share a desk and sebastian and ominis share a desk beside you. you try not to make it too obvious when you try to catch glimpses of the gaunt boy, often finding yourself smiling whenever he and sebastian mutter something to each other and snicker (much to professor weasley’s chagrin).

“why do you ask?” anne questions. “is it because i know of your infatuation with mr. ominis gaunt?”

“hush, you!” you scold her, feeling heat rising from your neck to your cheeks. she laughs at how flustered you must look. “i would have denied it but you always tease me whenever he’s around.” you pout and she nudges you in an attempt to console you.

“come on, y/n,” she says, “i think ominis is the only one who cannot see how much you like him. but only because he literally cannot see you staring.”

you purse your lips and say nothing. the silly little schoolgirl crush started when you were just in your first year. your parents wrote to you that your betrothed also started school at hogwarts as a first year, and that he and his family are renowned for being direct descendants of salazar slytherin himself. you were so excited when you found out, hoping to catch a glimpse of your betrothed and intrigued more than ever knowing his family background. he must be some stoic and powerful wizard then, you thought to yourself. someone who takes his family name seriously, top of the class and able to do very advanced magic.

nope, you first found ominis and sebastian sallow (his best friend) in the courtyard, crouching on the ground in concentration. curious, you approached them and he and sebastian let out a shriek in surprise when you piped up, “what are you doing?”

“ah! we didn’t notice you!” sebastian exclaimed! “ominis, why didn’t you notice her?”

“i was concentrating!” ominis, short and with a high-pitched voice at eleven, whined, “we were trying to catch bugs, you know!”

anne had hopped to your side by then, watching as her friends stood up, not wiping their robes that were partially covered in grass and mud, “what were you going to do with the bugs?”

“well, levitate them of course!” ominis answers excitedly, “we wanna see them fly!”

your eleven year old self was so confused, trying to come to terms with the fact that ominis was…not what you thought he was. you imagined him to be a powerful wizard, but he was just…like you. he was just a kid. you apologized for disturbing them, now feeling bad for distracting them.

“you can make it up to us by helping us find some,” ominis suggested, “two heads are better than one.”

“technically four heads are better than one,” sebastian commented.

you and anne exchanged looks before grinning, settling yourselves on the grass to find the bugs that ominis and sebastian desperately wanted to find.

it was during the third year when you were shocked to see ominis again. no longer was there a short and high-pitched sounding little guy, he somehow got stretched during the summer, now taller than you and anne (sebastian also stretched a bit and now stood tallest of the trio). his voice got deeper and he started to style his hair. you remember staring at him in shock as you sat across him at the great hall, a chicken leg on your hand stopping halfway to your mouth.

sebastian must have noticed your staring, teasingly cleared his throat, “y/n, we were asking how your summer was.”

“oh,” you shook your head, trying to dispel the thoughts and daydreams, “it was good. your…your voices sound different.”

ominis grins at that, “mine is. sebastian’s voice cracks.”

“no it doeSN’T,” his voice cracked halfway and you four laughed. you bit a chunk out of your chicken leg, still eyeing ominis. his beauty marks look prominent now. he also started walking a lot more differently–confidently. and his smiles–

you coughed, choking on your chicken. anne laughed and started patting you on your back hard. “focus y/n,” she continued laughing.

the current week is getting a bit hectic. you have many things to do, lots of essays to write, and because of curfew, you cannot be in the library for as long as you wanted. this leads to you trying to finish all your work in the slytherin common room, hunkering down with other students, mostly other fifth years, as you prepare for your O.W.L.S. after a few late nights, you found out that you need a lot of food to keep your mind stimulated and make sure that you don’t fall asleep until you finish whatever you need to get done. so you had taken it upon yourself to stop by the kitchens after dinner to stock up on as many sweets, pastries, and other delicacies as you can to bring to the dungeon. you tickle the pear, which laughed and turned into a doorknob, and go into the kitchens, expecting to see nothing but house elves floundering about. while you know that the location of the kitchens is not exactly a secret, you are still surprised when you find ominis inside. he is chatting with a house elf, who is carrying a tray of cupcakes.

“mistress y/n!” lorry, a house elf you had befriended, pops next to you, carrying a hefty tray of assorted goods. “lorry has prepared lots of food for mistress y/n who needs to study for O.W.L.S!��

ominis turns to you and lorry, his eyebrow raising. “i didn’t know you knew where the kitchens are.”

you wound your hands together, turning pink. very rarely do you get to talk to ominis alone, and despite knowing him for five years now, you still find yourself nervous. “oh, yes…i accidentally found it in our second year when i got lost.”

he grins, “i found it during our first year.” the elves excuse themselves as they return to their work and you are about to also excuse yourself to leave and return to the common room, but ominis is already standing beside you and greeting the elves goodbye. “thank you for the food,” he tells them.

“of course master ominis sir!”

you swear he flushes at that, and he ducks his head with a smile as the door closes behind you. “i notice that you stay up late in the common rooms. are you busy preparing for O.W.L.S?”

you hum in confirmation, “yes. and we have so many assignments to be done soon.” you sigh, “i haven’t even started on the herbology assignment.”

he pipes up, “me too, i haven’t started it either.”

the descent to the common room is followed by a comfortable silence. you relish the moment now, knowing that you will be thinking about this tonight. you are walking close together that you can smell him, feel the swishing of his robes, and hear his breathing. oh he is so close to you that you can just grab his hand and–

“y/n?”

you blink, and notice that he is tilting his head in your direction. he must have asked you something!

“oh! sorry, what was that? i’m just…distracted.”

ominis’ smile is soft. “i asked if you would like to work on the herbology assignment together tomorrow. we can go to the greenhouses.”

your breath hitches at his words. together? just you and him? or you and him and the sallow twins? ominis asked you to work with him tomorrow? trying not to scream out loud in excitement, you try to sound as nonchalant as possible, “sure. we can do that.”

“i’ll see you tomorrow then.” he nods at you, a smile still on his face. one, two, three, four…he has so many beauty marks, who knows that they look so good on his face. are they beauty marks because they make him look so beautiful? or are they just marks that now look beautiful because they are on his face? the smile he wears on his face makes him even more attractive, you just want to squish his cheeks and–

focus, y/n, focus!

“good night y/n,” he bids you with a grin and a small bow before proceeding to his dormitory. you stand there in the middle of the common room, mouth agape, heart racing, head pounding, and so so infatuated and in love.

the next morning, you find yourself and ominis on your way to the greenhouses when you see the headmaster strutting in your direction. “headmaster black is coming!” you whisper to ominis beside you. he frowns, his wand up to guide him, and wonders to himself, “the headmaster? here? what could he want?

“mr gaunt! miss y/n,” the headmaster exclaims, you try to look as passive as ever while your mind wonders what he is doing here talking to students, “where do you two think you’re going?”

“i beg your pardon sir,” ominis starts politely, “we’re simply on our way outside.”

the headmaster scoffs, “taking the day off to go on dates, eh?” you shake your head at that, quickly turning redder than a tomato at this suggestion, “typical students, wasting the hours away.”

“headmaster,” you chime in, “we–we actually have to write twenty pages on dittany and its uses. we were just heading to the greenhouse.” you don’t know why you try to vehemently defend yourself against headmaster black’s accusations, but the implication that you two are on a date still rings in your head.

“ah, yes,” black assents, “mixed with…um…bubotuber pus…makes a fine…er–mustache paste.” he glances at you and quickly clears his throat, “yes, mustache paste…i find.”

you scratch your head in confusion, while ominis’ frown deepens, “are you alright, sir?” he asks the headmaster. “you don’t seem yourself.”

you remember hearing from anne that ominis’ family along with other prominent pureblood families all know each other. ominis has probably met the headmaster outside of hogwarts, in house parties and whatnot. you wonder how your parents managed to make an arrangement with a family as prominent as the gaunts, then, seeing as your family is not that well-known, nor does it come from some powerful bloodline.

“i assure you i am quite healthy, gaunt,” black sticks his head up in annoyance, “if i need a medical diagnosis, i shall head to st. mungo’s.” turning to you, he huffs, preparing to leave, “better keep your future husband in check, l/n, lest he gets too nosy.” he straightens his coat and speeds off.

now that makes you even more embarrassed. you have always been afraid of even thinking about the betrothal around ominis, especially when you found out that he and his family do not see eye to eye. you think you are both forced into this predicament, and knowing that he doesn’t approve of his family’s views, it also goes to show that he is not happy about the arrangement. so despite telling the twins, you begged them not to bring it up with ominis, afraid that he will all be reminded of this precarious engagement and pull away from you. you cringe as you and ominis quietly walk away, afraid that he will excuse himself and never talk to you again.

“something is very wrong with professor black.” he exclaims, and you deflate at his words, wounded. you open your mouth to apologize, when he continues, “dittany and bobutuber pus? mustache paste?”

you cannot help the giggle that escapes your mouth at his very confused expression. “maybe he was giving you some advice on how to properly care for your mustache should you decide to have one when you’re older.”

ominis grunts at that. “i don’t know if i want a mustache, or want to look anything like professor black.” he chuckles at your teasing, “when i start growing a mustache and beard when we’re older, you’ll help me shave it off, won’t you?”

you feel yourself almost spontaneously combusting at the thought. he just gave you a very detailed picture that sends you right into a daydream: you and ominis, finally wed, you laughing as you lather his face with shaving cream and slowly shaving him while he rests his arms around your waist. you cough loudly which startled ominis, and begin fanning yourself as you start sweating and getting hot in embarrassment.

you are eight pages into your dittany essay when you find yourself staring at him. after five years, it is safe to say that you are now helplessly inlove with ominis gaunt. however, the nagging feeling in your heart is telling you that it may not work out, because you know that he disagrees with his family. he more than likely does not approve of your betrothal.

“i…want to apologize,” you tell him.

he hums questioningly, looking up from his parchment to look in your direction. “why? did you finish your assignment before me?”

“uh, no.”

“are you leaving?”

not unless you want me to. “no, i’m not done yet. only 8 pages.”

“oh,” ominis smiles, “then what are you sorry for?”

swallowing quietly, you take a deep breath. you respect ominis too much to not apologize. for black’s remark, for your family arranging a marriage between you and him at a young age, for everything. “well…for one, i apologize for what professor black said.”

“about you keeping me in check?” he raises his eyebrows.

despite not seeing you, you still turn away from him in embarrassment. “yes. i’m sorry. i know you probably don’t want to talk about the…o–our arrangement–the betrothal, i mean. and i’m sorry that he brought it up.”

you exhale, still turned away. you wonder what he is thinking about. will he forgive you? or will he finally let you hear a piece of his mind. ominis is quiet for a moment, and you think he decided to ignore your comment, and you sigh, about to resume your work in silence, when,

“why…why do you think that i don’t like being betrothed to you?”

“well,” you clear your throat as you turn to face him away (he looks so gorgeous, even with the confused look on his face, eyebrows knitting together and lips pursing), “our families decided on our fates at such a young age. and i…i know you don’t share the same sentiments as your family. so…i know you don’t like me, and i just…i’m sorry that we’re both in this predicament.”

ominis nods slowly, taking in your words. you anxiously wait for him to speak up. your parchment is now smudged as the ink falls down from your quill in silent drops.

he mutters something so quietly that you didn’t catch it. “what?” you ask him, noting the boyish smile on his face, “what are you smiling at?” what is so funny? is he finding you pathetic, for voicing your insecurities? is that why is he laughing?

shaking his head, he chuckles, “you’re silly.”

“i’m…silly?”

“if i didn’t want the betrothal, i would have forced them to dissolve it by now.”

one, two, three, four, five, six beauty marks on his face. you blink rapidly, trying to process his words. “wait…what? ominis…what are you saying?”

you try not to hope. but you also pray that you understand what he meant by his words. heart now pounding hard against your chest, you feel your breath being rushed out from your lungs when ominis extends a hand across your potting station, reaching you slowly. his hand is careful, methodical, trying to feel the air and listen to the sounds of your breathing (you know that he can hear your quiet panting).

his hand stops when he touches your cheek. it’s rough, warm, and much bigger than yours. you gulp, eyes wide as you find your eyes glued to his face, unable to look away, captivated by the teasing, mischievous grin on his face. “it means, y/n, that as long as you’re okay with it, i would want you to help shave off my beard and mustache when we’re older.”

his grin widens when he feels your smile against his hand, and you bring a hand up to cup the hand on your cheeks, “i’d like that.”

he sighs, relief evident in his laughter, “it used to hurt me, just how much i ache for you. now,” a thumb caresses your cheek and you close your eyes as you bask in his presence, “now, it’s not so bad.”

anon, you're the very first one to send me a message and im so sorry for putting this off for so long! this went into a totally different direction, i had like a 5k+ and counting story on this but i didn't like the direction it was going so i abandoned it and wrote this!

i hope you all like it! pls let me know your thoughts! <3 once again, thank you for all the love and support!

tala <3

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 8 months ago

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Outfoxed: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Summary: Derek has had enough and decides now is the time to work bringing you home. The team is working on two cases and stretching their agents thin but they'll do anything to bring you back into Spencer's arms.

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

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I know I'm going to piss some people off with the way I wrote the trial and the gathering of evidence but remember, this is fiction and it's my story. I'm making it easy and convenient. I know this isn't how trials work.

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

"Man usually avoids attributing cleverness to somebody else unless it's an enemy." - Albert Einstein

It's been another month of working hard, trying and failing to see you in prison, and trying to get through days without crying. Spencer so desperately wants to see you that he goes to prison almost every day to see if he can't get you to talk to him. He understands why you don't want to see him but you're supposed to be his other half. You're supposed to push that fear away and face him. He's not going to think less of you because you're in prison for something you didn't do.

He'd be at the prison right now if it weren't for the immediate case he's needed on. An entire family was killed except for the husband who was serving in the Army out of the country. He flew back as soon as he was informed that something had happened. He wasn't given any details so that will be a fun conversation when he touches down.

"How was your weekend?" Emily asks when Spencer arrives at the crime scene.

"Lonely." He hates sleeping alone. "Was the whole family killed?"

"Yeah."

"Hudson, this is Dr. Spencer Reid," Rossi says.

"Hi, I'm field agent Anne Hudson. The father is serving in Iraq. Three nights ago, the cops found his family buried over there."

"Buried?"

"The neighbors heard the dog barking, came over, and found him scratching at the grave. Lucy, their oldest child, was still in her swimsuit," Emily sighs.

"What does the father know?"

"Some of it. He was on patrol. It took his unit a couple of days to reach him. He arrives today."

"Last year, the Williams family was killed and found exactly the same way. They lived in Newport. The father, Dan Williams, was also serving overseas. Now, the police are overwhelmed and getting serious heat from the military. We need some answers fast."

"As do the media," JJ says. "They're already calling this the work of a serial killer."

"They're right. It is."

"Why hurt them, though? It can't be to hide the bodies."

"It's a sign of remorse and when they're done being remorseful, this will happen again."

Hotch and Rossi walk inside while the rest of the team stays outside to discuss the case. Hotch looks over the physical evidence to gather the facts.

"There's no sign of a struggle," Hotch sighs.

"So, the unsub holds a gun to one of her kids' heads. What can she do at that point? I see footprints that belong to Paul. Somehow he managed to get away. Mom gets it first and then the youngest."

"He hides in the master bedroom, the unsub finds him, and shoots him. He carries him out to the backyard, but not the mother. She's dragged out. It's quick and proficient."

"For the mother and the boys, maybe," Hotch responds, "but Lucy's drowned and not shot. Why the change in MO?"

Hotch and Rossi hear planes flying overhead so they rejoin the group outside.

"F-22 Raptors," Derek says to them.

"Yeah, it's about to get way louder and much busier. Tomorrow is Langley's 50th-anniversary air show," Anne informs.

"Where is Dan now? The father of the first family killed."

"He put in for another tour of Iraq. An IED killed him two months ago.

"Whoever did this knew both fathers were serving overseas."

"Laura Downey's wedding rings are missing. Any other valuables that were taken?" Emily asks.

"We'll have to ask the husband. From the Williams' home, only jewelry and watches were missing."

"The unsub only took what he can carry, which means he's most likely on foot," Spencer says.

"There's no sign of sexual assault in the Williams case. What about Lucy?" Rossi asks the field agent.

"Nothing is on the coroner's report. Could there be multiple suspects?"

"The mother was dragged out of the house. If there had been multiple suspects, They probably would have carried her. He knew the father was absent, therefore the dominant threat was absent. So, we could be looking for a single suspect."

"There wasn't any sign of forced entry."

"No need for one. Lucy was in the pool so the back door was opened. The unsub walked right in. Lucy probably died first."

"In both cases, the girls were suffocated and not shot. I don't think it's a coincidence."

Penelope calls JJ and she places her on speakerphone.

"Hey, Garcia. You're on speaker."

"We just got a call from Virginia Supermax Prison. One of the inmates there has received two envelopes in the last two days. The first envelope had clippings of the Newport killings. The second envelope had media clippings of the Downey family. In the second envelope was a note saying, 'Look at what I've done,' and both pieces of mail have been signed by 'an admirer.'"

"Who's the inmate?"

"Karl Arnold."

"The Fox?"

"Yeah."

"It makes sense. Family annihilator, absent father, and wedding rings. It's similar to Karl's killings of eight families four years ago. Just like in this case, he took wedding rings only he took them as trophies. He'd hide in the bushes outside the homes."

"Are we working with a copycat?" Anne asks.

"It's too early to assume anything. It could bias the profile. Not to mention the police, the media, and the military would jump all over it."

"Until we're positive, none of this information leaves the seven of us." Derek looks at Spencer who is staring at the ground. He has a heartbroken look on his face, and Derek decides that enough is enough. "Can I talk to my team alone, Anne?"

"Sure."

"Okay, this is how it's gonna go. We all agree that we need Y/N back. Virginia PD ain't doing shit because they believe they got their suspect behind bars. Her trial is coming up in the next couple of days so if we have any hope of getting her released, we need to work on it." He looks at Hotch's look and shakes his head. "I don't care if Strauss breathes fire up my ass. Hotch, you're going to go to the prison with Prentiss and speak with Karl. You know him better than any of us. Have Garcia check on all of Karl's prison correspondence and visitors for the last four years. JJ and Rossi will work with the media and Virginia PD for this case while the rest of us will work on Y/N's case. We only have a few days but I think we can pull this off. Agreed?"

"Okay, Captain Joseph Downey has arrived back at the station," JJ says.

"We can do this guys. Let's bring her home."

JJ and Rossi split up and head back to the police station while Emily and Hotch get into one of the cars so they can head to the prison where Karl is located. JJ and Rossi meet the Captain in one of the empty conference rooms. He is standing stiffly with his hands behind his back, head held high.

"Captain Downey, please, sit," JJ says.

"Thank you, but I'm fine. Tell me everything."

"Three nights ago around nine-thirty, your neighbors called the police when... Your family..." There is no easy way to put it so Rossi rips the band-aid off. "Captain Downey, your family was murdered. All of them."

The man gasps in pain and falls to the ground in tears.

"Is there someone you'd like us to call?" JJ asks.

"Um, no. No, I, uh, I'd like to go home now."

"Captain Downey. Captain Downey." Rossi tries to help the soldier up but he jerks away from Rossi's touch. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

All he can do is sob for his family and feel guilt that he wasn't there to protect them. He is given time to process and grieve while Rossi and JJ work together since they're the only ones available for this case.

"If this unsub's copying The Fox, then we profile him like The Fox. Karl Arnold worked as a psychologist's assistant, right?"

"Yeah, which made it easy for him to watch, target, and learn about the victims from a distance."

"It also made him hard to find. Like The Fox, our man here found a way to hide in plain sight."

"He's pulling from two completely different units. Williams is a medic and Downey is an army Captain. Someone knew of that military connection."

"Both families were attacked within a month of the fathers being deployed. It gave them time to settle in and get comfortable that the fathers weren't there. Once inside the home, The Fox would live with the families and then become the father. Not this unsub. He just walked in and dispensed with the family. Living with them wasn't part of the fantasy," Rossi explains.

"Agent Rossi," Anne says. "Here is the picture you requested." Rossi saw a place inside the Downey home that housed a picture that he wanted to analyze, and Anne has it. "Thanks to you, we pulled some prints off it. The prints match that of the Newport killings. It's the same killer."

"Family annihilators like The Fox start with one victim. Once they feel capable, they move on to a second victim. They don't start with entire families. There are more victims. We just haven't found them yet."

Penelope calls JJ and she steps off to the side to answer the call.

"Hey, Garcia. Got anything for us?"

"Yeah, Karl had a smattering of visits, a couple of whack jobs contact him, but nothing as direct as this admirer person."

"How are we doing on the prints on the picture?"

"I'm still running them. How are you holding up?"

"Military families always fear the worst. They know their men may not return, but this? To see a father lose so much? It's heartbreaking."

"I wish I had something for you. I truly cannot find a damn thing that connects these families."

"Geographically, both of them are thousands of miles away from their family. Communication's all they had through emails, phone calls, and letters."

"That's military communication for you. Even between families, it requires a kind of juice I'm not allowed to use."

"Come on, you hacked into the FBI database," JJ chuckles.

"And they gave me a job. I like my job. I like my life."

"Alright, I'll make some inquiries."

"Yeah, do that. Take care."

JJ hangs up and walks back to the group which is still talking about the current case.

"So, Lucy dies last and alone. This by itself doesn't really mean anything, but when we look again at the Williams file, we notice that the majority of the foreign fingerprints came from Karen Williams' room, which means the unsub spent most of his time in there with her."

"He must have separated her from the rest of the family," Anne concludes.

"Lucy was already in the pool. That much was done for the unsub. Then, this unsub is driven by some other kind of compulsion, some other need. Hotch was right. This isn't a coincidence. It's a possible signature," Rossi says to JJ. "We need to look at each of the victims as a hub with lives outside of their own families."

"Well, each one of them has their own connections outside the family like school, friends, tutors, and business colleagues. Each one of these people is considered access points back to the family."

"That could take weeks," Anne sighs.

"You have time. From remorse to the desire to kill again, the unsub will go through a gamut of emotions. It could be another year before the unsub feels the desire to kill again."

"As horrific as these crimes are, this city doesn't have the resources to commit that amount of time."

"We have full access to all military records for the fathers," JJ says.

"At least we have access to the main hub between families, the dads."

"Let's find out what connects them."

"I'll let Hotch and Prentiss know," JJ says and walks off.

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the-hopeless-haze · 2 years ago

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Bet She Was Brutal and Bratty

Part 1 of Series: Accident Waiting to Happen

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/reader

Summary: Enemies to lovers. Called in to the BAU as a psychiatric consult by Reid, you turn Aaron's life upside down for worse or for better. He doesn't understand why Reid likes you, or why you chose a people-facing career, or why you're so goddamn miserable and hellbent on dragging him down too. But you know what they say. Once an adrenaline junkie, always chasing that high.

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“Why do we need a psychiatrist?” Morgan asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “We’ve already got one in there and she’s not much help.”

“The BAU, which was originally called the BSU, was actually founded by two agents and a psychiatric nurse. We wouldn’t have jobs right now without her expertise,” Reid drawls, happy to insert factoids into the conversation once again. “It’s what makes it a science. Her name was Ann Burgess, and she—“

“Okay, okay. We don’t need a history lesson. Elle is in there. Are you sure your contact can come down here to fly with us?” Aaron asks.

“She works in the area,” he says.

“And she’s good?” Morgan asks. “You’ve worked with her before?”

“Yeah. You could say that.”

————- “Jesus, Reid, you’ve been holding out on us,” Morgan says, sending you a teasing smile that you meet with a scowl. “Didn’t know you knew women this pretty.”

“Christ. Save it,” you mutter as you board the plane. “I don’t need you drooling on the floor.”

“It was a compliment,” he says, faltering.

“Yeah. And also a backhanded insult to Reid. It’s smarmy and arrogant and the fact you have to put other men down to give compliments to women goes to show you’re terrifyingly insecure,” you respond.

There’s an uncomfortable beat of silence as everyone else gets situated on the plane, letting the weight of your comment sink in and settle in the air.

“Well. She told you, I suppose,” JJ says quietly.

“Anyone else have any comments they’d like to add?” you ask, scanning the plane. There’s Spencer, still scrawny and awkward as ever. You wonder why he bothered to reach out to you in the first place. It’s not often the BAU says they need help from psychiatrists like yourself despite its past history. He looks better, now, though, and this team won’t know it or appreciate it but he’s come far since you last saw him.

Then there’s Morgan, who you know you’re going to butt heads with. Bordering on chauvinist, you assume, doesn’t take the weight of these cases as seriously as he should. Too young, too macho, too arrogant.

He is attractive though.

He can have that.

His lines probably usually work.

There’s JJ, media specialist. She’s pretty, blindingly pretty, has a face and a voice for the TV screen, alright. You don’t see yourself having too many issues with her. She seems like as long as she can do her job you can do yours however you please.

You always worked better with women, anyway.

Next to her is Gideon, an older man with a balding spot in the center of his head. Been doing this too long, probably. Jaded. Maybe even burnt out. Seen a lot of people die.

The jury’s out on him. But he’s a man, so.

And then… there’s Hotchner. Tall, quiet, stoic, with dark eyes and dark hair. He’s the only one who dares to meet your eyes after your outburst with Morgan. Shows he’s not easily intimidated.

You already don’t like that.

“You can cool it with the remarks,” Hotchner has the audacity to say.

“Your agent was just hitting on me when we’re in the middle of a hostage situation and you’re telling me to cool it with the remarks?” you ask. “Why don’t you reprimand the person you actually have authority over? I’m doing you all a favor because apparently you’re all too inept to do this on your own.”

He’s narrowing his eyes slightly at you, and he’s about to say something in return until he’s interrupted by Morgan.

“Okay. Okay. If this is going to be an issue, I’m sorry, alright?” Morgan says, raising his hands in surrender. “I shouldn’t have said that. You’re a professional, and I should have addressed you as such. I’m sorry. Okay?”

“Thanks for all your help, Spencer,” you say, glaring at him.

“Well, actually, in past occasions you’ve said you would prefer to handle situations with what you call and I quote ‘douchebag men’ on your own without assistance from me,” he says. “Something about fighting your own battles.”

“That was before you knew how to fire a gun,” you quip. “But thank you for agreeing that Derek is a douchebag.”

“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean… I was saying that’s what you would say,” he sputters, blushing red.

“Cute,” you tease. “It’s fine. I’m sure he gets it a lot. Anyway. Is anyone going to brief me more than what Spencer gave me over the phone or do you want me walking into this blind?”

“He’s a psychotic,” Hotchner says, his tone clipped.

“Yeah? Is that truly all you think I need to know or is that actually all you know?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why did you all even get called in? Christ, I think a local police department is as equipped to deescalate a person in active psychosis as you. And, if you didn’t catch that, by equipped, I mean not well at all. Sending you dogs in there is going to do nothing. Psychosis is a completely different beast than what you’re usually dealing with. None of you have the training necessary.”

“We let Reid call you in for a reason,” he offers, giving you a tight-lipped smile, extending an olive branch.

“Save it, Hotchner. We don’t need to be civil.”

“I see no reason to try and create animosity.”

“Can’t say I agree. How’d you clear me this fast, anyway?” you ask.

“We are the best of the best.”

“Oh, God,” you groan. “I don’t even think I have enough fingers to count how many times the FBI’s very own BAU has fumbled the ball.”

“Hm. Seems civility truly is lost on you,” Hotchner sighs. “Perhaps we shouldn’t have cleared you.”

“Funny,” you smirk at him, glad you were getting under his skin.

“Anyway… submitting you for clearance may have been one of the first things I did when I got the job,” Spencer says, grinning sheepishly.

You roll your eyes at him. “Wish you didn’t.”

“Why’d you come, then?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“For you,” you say softly, wishing the rest of this goddamn team wasn’t here to see you show any point of weakness.

But Reid was a source of weakness for you, an Achilles heel if you will.

Even now that he’s equipped with a gun license and even more of an encyclopedic knowledge, to you, he’s still that kid you met at your lowest point.

“You came all the way down here for Reid?” Hotchner asks.

You shrug. “Do I need a better reason?”

“Most people wouldn’t need one. You…”

“You think you already know me, Aaron? Hm? You think you can profile me?” you ask, leaning forward to look him in the eyes. You see him stiffen when you say his first name.

He hates you.

You love it.

“I think this isn’t an appropriate conversation to have with an audience.”

“Why? You don’t want your employees to hear your astute observations? You invited the conversation. Aaron.”

“It’s Agent Hotchner,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I’d call you by your title if I felt you deserved one. Aaron,” you say, a lilting smile on your lips.

Spencer says your name, hitting you on the shoulder lightly. “Please. I love you, but please stop embarrassing me in front of my boss.”

“Don’t worry, honey. He won’t be your boss for long,” you say, grinning at him. “That wedding ring you keep playing with? You’re on the verge of a divorce, aren’t you, Aaron? Job getting to her?”

“Stop,” Spencer begs. “Stop.”

Aaron feels a fire burning, a migraine starting, a nausea building.

You are antagonistic, abrasive and acrid. Belligerent. Caustic.

And Aaron is a man who prides himself on his ability to keep his cool. Trying so hard to not be his father’s son, to fall as far away from the tree as possible. Catch bad people instead of becoming one. But you? You’re destined to bring out the worst in him, bring out all his terrible qualities he’s tried so hard to stifle, cover up, keep hidden.

He expects the people he catches to anger him and he knows how to deal with that. He knows how to swallow it down and go for a run and be able to sleep at night.

You?

Christ. You’d claw at his throat, coming up like heartburn he can’t swallow down without the acid scalding his chest.

And the worst part is?

You’re getting off on this, on teasing him, arguing with him, seeing him squirm. You think this is fun. Riling people up, pushing buttons, and making them miserable.

You must be miserable to find pleasure in this.

But, begrudgingly, he admits to himself, you’re good at what you’re doing. You are successful at making him irritated and at making the entire team of agents uncomfortable in an environment that was their home turf. You would be an excellent asset in an interrogation room. Who needs physical torture when they could bring you in? He thinks maybe he should send Guantanamo your contact information. They’d certainly appreciate it.

And the fact that you realized he was on the rocks with his wife… lucky guess, on your part, maybe, he doesn’t know many people his age that have perfect relationships with their spouses, but… again, it’s like you knew the exact nerves to hit. And you didn’t care if you hurt the person they belonged to.

Still… you can’t be a terrible person. For you and Reid to have such an easy relationship, understanding, trust… Reid had to know the real you. Reid was closed off and awkward with everyone on the team and it had been months but with you the way you both fell into natural conversation and that Reid had told you he loved you and you didn’t bat an eye… and that the most sincerity you showed was when you said you came down here for him… and Reid is a good kid, kindhearted, genuine.

There’s something deeper than colleagues there even if neither of you will say.

“I go too far, Aaron? You can’t take the heat anymore?” you ask, ignoring Reid.

“It’s Hotchner,” he says again, forcing his tone to be neutral through gritted teeth.

The other thing?

You’re fucking gorgeous.

Morgan wasn’t off-base with his comment, even if it was terribly received and definitely not the right setting. Every time you say his name it goes right fucking through him.

He’s still married. He’s still trying to make it work.

He’s absolutely fucking miserable. You got that right.

If he ever came on to you, ever got you on your knees in front of him, he wouldn’t trust you not to bite his dick off, anyway. Dramatic, maybe, especially from so little time knowing you, but he can’t exactly imagine sex with you as a loving experience. It’d be push and pull, pain more than pleasure, ache more than release.

Exactly what you crave.

Probably.

You look at him, the corner of your mouth lifting in a smirk, like you know just what he’s thinking about. Cornering you against a wall, shoving his knee between your legs, seeing if you’d still talk back then.

You would.

God he fucking hates you. Can’t fucking stand you.

This isn’t like him, either. Elle and JJ are beautiful women that he’s around constantly, and on occasion, his thoughts will travel where he doesn’t want them to go, but they’re easily quelled.

Nothing about you is easy.

“Whatever you say, Aaron.”

The only consolation he has is that it’s a short plane ride.

———

Landing in Texas, you’re immediately assaulted by the heat, and you wish you didn’t have such an affinity for Spencer that you let him drag you out here. And it’s fucking ridiculous, the amount of people they have making up these SWAT teams for one man with a gun that’s more a risk to himself than anyone else on that train.

But whatever.

You weren’t going to change a broken system any more than you were going to fix your own broken psyche.

Spencer was doing the right thing, calling you in. At least one of the agents wasn’t a hopeless fucking idiot.

One of them already managed to get herself in this fucking situation to begin with.

“Well, it took two hours just to convince him to allow a two-way phone. But he won't speak to anyone except what he calls the ‘Higher Authorities.’” The cop says to Gideon, who you’re following into the van they had set up nearby.

“God?” you ask.

“No mentions of religion thus far.”

“Has the Crisis Negotiation lead claimed to be the Higher Authority?” Gideon asks.

“The UnSub won't speak to him any longer,” the cop answers.

“You’re not seriously going to feed into his delusion, are you?” you ask Gideon.

“It might get us an in,” he says, shrugging.

“He gave a deadline of three hours to produce this Authority,” the cop interjects. “And that was two and a half hours ago.”

“Jesus Christ,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why would you feed into his delusion?”

“Maybe because he’s armed and keeping hostages.”

“Well. Look how far it got you,” you snap. “We’ve got half an hour left and you didn’t get any closer to releasing them. Gideon. You think you can be this higher authority?”

“You want me to feed into it after all that?”

“We need to find out what he wants. We don’t have a choice with our limited time thanks to our lovely local cops. I would do it myself but I doubt even in his delusions he’s enlightened enough to believe a woman is the higher authority.”

“If he makes any reference to an endgame of killing himself and the hostages, it’s over and we’re rushing the train,” Hotchner says.

“He’s not going to kill the hostages,” you say.

“How can you be so confident?”

“He’s more likely to kill himself and only himself.”

“But he could still kill them.”

“Well. If I’m the Higher Authority, I’m not going to him. He’s coming to me,” Gideon says. “We need to help him ask the first question.”

“Whenever we get a leeway, we need to say we need a hostage back, or we can’t make any promises,” you say. “It’s dangerous and unfair to validate his delusion in any way. I’m only advising it because of the gravity of the situation. Be vague. The less you say, the better.”

Gideon nods.

“Any objections?” You ask, turning to Hotchner.

“Not at this present moment,” he huffs in annoyance.

It’s a woman’s voice on the line. She’s terrified, coming off quivering and shaking. “He wants to know who you are. He wants to know who just arrived.”

“Tell him it's someone who can help resolve the situation.”

“What….What part of the government do you work for?” she asks after telling him.

“I never said I was with the government,” Gideon answers.

“Are you FBI?”

“He can ask me himself.”

She tells him, and the phone goes over to him. “Tell me who you are or I’m going to kill myself. I want it out!”

“You know who I am.”

“If you're the Higher Authority, then you can have it removed.”

You hit the button to pause the line, the crisis negotiator looking at you with irritation. You ignore him, saying, “Don’t agree to that. Be vague. Say you can’t do anything until you get a hostage back. Tell him to let the woman go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure! Get back on the line.”

Gideon nods in agreement.

“It'll take some time,” he says cautiously.

“I want it removed now.”

“It’ll take some time. I need one of your hostages back. Let the woman go.”

“You’ll get it out?”

“I need some time,” he says. “And I need the woman back.”

“But you’ll get it out? You have an hour or I swear I’m going to kill myself!”

“I need the woman back before we can discuss that. Can you do that for me? Let her walk out?”

“Yes. Okay. One hour!”

“Good job. Glad you listened to me. Seems someone isn’t inept here,” you say to Gideon, and he smiles, shaking his head.

“Aaron and Morgan aren’t bad agents. You all just got off on the wrong foot.”

“We’ll see about that assessment.”

“The hostages don’t matter to him,” you say. “He might believe they’re working with the higher authorities, he might not, but it doesn’t matter. I believe what he wants is for the voices to stop. I don’t think he’ll hurt them as long as he isn’t provoked. He let her go without much bargaining.”

“Good job, Jason,” Hotchner says, catching up with you two.

“Jason? I got her out,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Hotchner looks at Gideon for confirmation.

“She did. I probably wouldn’t have tried it myself,” he admits.

“Maybe you should all take orders from me instead,” you say, brushing past Aaron to walk over to Reid.

“She’s something, huh, Aaron?” Gideon asks, smiling at Aaron knowingly.

“Don’t, Jason,” he scolds.

“Reid found us a spitfire, hm?”

“Don’t really know how they’re friends,” Morgan interjects. “Maybe they are more than that. She swooped in to his defense pretty fast.”

“You shouldn’t have hit on her the second she walked in,” Aaron says.

“That was barely a comment. Come on. I could’ve said much worse. And I apologized. Look at her, though, Hotch. If only she wasn’t so… hostile…”

“‘Like a golden ring in a swine’s snout is a beautiful woman with a rebellious disposition,’” Gideon recites. “Proverbs.”

“Well, I think that’s more sexist than my comment, Gideon,” Morgan chuckles. “I know the Bible isn’t known for being progressive, but, wow.”

“I’m not saying I agree with it. I’m just pointing out how quick you are to cast her aside for her attitude. Is she really a waste of beauty because of the way she acts?”

“I mean… we all heard her, right? She is kind of… a lot.”

“Well. There’s a reason for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what, yet.”

“Don’t make it a habit of trying to sleep with consults, either, Morgan. You never know if we’ll need to call her again,” Aaron interjects.

Morgan looks at him, shocked. “You’re thinking about calling her again? After all that?”

“If she was able to guide us to get a hostage out within minutes of being here, then yes. She’s effective.”

“Effective at pissing you off, too. I don’t know. Doesn’t seem like she’d be good for your blood pressure.”

“I’ll be fine. Go call into Garcia and see if she has any updates on the rest of our hostages.”

“Morgan’s not wrong. You seem extra tense today,” Gideon observes, then walks over to you and Reid.

“He thinks there’s a chip. Common delusion, even by people that don’t have schizophrenia,” you say. “Government is always watching. Whatever. Tell him there’s no chip. Or tell him he needs to leave the train to remove it if you feel the dire need to be assholes.”

“I don’t think that will work,” Aaron says brusquely. “There’s a chance he could kill everyone if we tell him there’s not a chip. He believes there is.”

“Okay. But we know there isn’t,” you say tersely, rolling your eyes at him. “His speech is lucid. There's no sign of neologisms, word salad, or loosening of associations. He can be negotiated with.”

“What if we can remove the chip?" Morgan asks.

"I can do that magic trick. Sleight of hand," Spencer offers.

“Are you kidding me?” you ask, looking at him incredulously.

“I used to do it during exams,” Spencer says. “You remember.”

“Yeah. Not tricking an armed man with schizophrenia. Come on, Spencer. You’re smarter than that. You guys can't risk giving him another agent as a hostage.”

“Teach it to me,” Aaron says.

“Yeah, because that’s so much better,” you snark. “Actually, I’d look forward to not getting you back.”

“Look, if you can do it, I can do it. Show it to me,” Aaron says to Spencer, trying his best to ignore you, but you see his jaw set in annoyance.

You’re pleased with that, at least.

“I’ve been practicing this my whole life,” Spencer says. “We have less than 30 minutes.”

“Spencer, I am not going to let you get on that train in an active hostage situation,” you say. “Teach it to him.”

“I can do this,” Spencer says.

“Now isn’t the time to show off, or try to kiss ass, Spencer,” you retort. “Can’t you talk some sense into him, Aaron?”

“I don’t see a better option,” he says quietly.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. I didn’t know I came down here to watch Spencer get killed.”

“You’ve got to have faith in me,” Spencer says, grinning.

“It doesn’t matter if I have faith in you or not. It’s common fucking sense not to send people into a hostage situation. He’s not coming back if he goes in there. We all know this, right?”

“Do you have any better solutions?” Hotchner asks.

“I already told you! Tell him there’s no chip there! I guarantee you that what he wants is an end to the voices. That’s what he thinks the chip is doing. So when the voices don’t stop… what do you think is going to happen? He’s going to let everyone go when this chip is removed? Even if he doesn’t think it’s controlling the voices… we have no idea. We’re the higher authority, right? He believes that? So tell him there’s no chip. Or, I don’t know. Tell him he needs to put the guns down and come out and talk to us about it. Anything is better than this bullshit.”

“There’s a chance if we tell him there is no chip he’ll no longer believe we’re the higher authority.”

“There’s a chance the voices tell him to kill everyone on the train when they don’t stop,” you say.

“I thought you said he didn’t care about the hostages? Which is it?” Aaron snaps at you.

“Whoa, don’t get nasty with me. He has command hallucinations, clearly, and he’s armed. I never said there wasn’t a risk. I said you would need to provoke him and removing the chip and not the voices… that’s provocation right there.”

“We can’t remove the voices.”

“No shit, Sherlock. Which is why this is fucking stupid to begin with.”

“I think unfortunately our best bet is to send Reid in there.”

“Okay. Then you’re dumber than I thought. Remind me to never take you gambling if you think this is your best bet. Jesus Christ. Why bring a professional in if you’re not going to listen to her?”

“You’re a consult,” he snaps. “You’re here to advise. I still make the final call.”

“Oh, so you’re going to risk Spencer’s life to get one over on me, Aaron? Make you feel like a big man, huh, exerting your authority? Why would you listen to a woman when you can just do whatever the fuck you want?”

Spencer’s babbling your name nervously, tugging at your sleeve. “Please. I’m okay with it. I’ll be careful. I promise.”

Aaron sets his jaw as Reid pulls you aside to talk you down. He’s never been quite so grateful for him.

“She’s really got it out for you, huh?” Morgan says.

“Quiet.”

“You got it, Hotch,” he says, grinning.

“Wipe the smirk of your face and at least act like you’re working, Morgan.”

“Don’t take it out on me. I’m not the one who’s got you by the balls.”

“Morgan,” Aaron scolds sternly, rolling his eyes as Morgan laughs and walks away.

God.

You seem hellbent on boiling his blood to a fever pitch.

———

“How can you work for a man like this, Spencer?” You ask him.

“I think you’d like him even less if I told you he kicked me a few weeks ago,” he chuckles.

“He kicked you? I’ll—"

“Relax. It was for a case. It… it didn’t even hurt. I wish you wouldn’t antagonize him.”

“It’s how I am with everyone. You know that.”

“Yeah. But… I’m still new here. I’m the youngest here, too, and I… I wanted you to make a good impression. To show I can pull my own weight, that I can be helpful.”

“I’m being helpful. I got a hostage out of there within ten minutes of being here.”

“Right. But… you’ve been rude to everybody.”

“Morgan was rude to you!”

“You are a lot prettier than me,” Spencer says sheepishly. “He’s not wrong to wonder where I met you.”

“Oh, be quiet and stop feeling sorry for yourself,” you say, ruffling his hair.

“I want to prove myself.”

“You don’t need to do this to prove yourself.”

“I… I don’t want to let anyone down. If there’s even a chance this could work… please tell me you think there’s at least a chance. A shot in hell?”

“I mean, yeah. There was a shot in hell I could’ve won the lottery. Did I? No. This isn’t safe, Spencer, and you know it, and don’t tell me your job isn’t safe. This is creating unnecessary risk.”

“But it could work.”

“Yeah. But you have to be very, very careful. And when you can’t leave, because he won’t let you… are you prepared for that?”

“I don’t … I don’t know,” he admits, sucking in a breath.

“You have to talk him down. Don’t validate his delusions. But talk to him. Get to know him. Show you’re not a threat. Convince him to let the train go and that it’s against his best interests to keep them. Tell him we can get him help. Real help. If… if you think you can, tell him you heard voices too. Tell him the higher authority helped them stop but he needs to come out and meet him and put the guns down.”

“Am I validating or not?” he asks nervously.

“You can’t validate anything past the higher authority. We already said that exists. But use that to your advantage. Be vague, though, unless he gives you more insight on what he believes the higher authority is. What he really is… he’s really alone. Anxious. Depressed. And… well… you know what that’s like.”

“So do you,” he says, meeting your squinting eyes in the beating sun.

“Yeah. Well. Whatever. Tap into it. Empathize, don’t sympathize.”

“Can I… can I hug you? In case I—“

“Spencer, if you dragged me down here to watch you die I’ll be the next person with hostages, and that douchebag Hotch is first on my list.”

“Watch it. You’re still talking to an FBI agent,” he teases, walking closer to wrap you in his arms.

“Jesus, do they clean these vests? You reek. Also, cute that you’re walking in there with an FBI vest. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Stop it,” Spencer chuckles, pulling away from you.

“You do whatever you can to make it out of there. You hear me?”

And, predictably, Spencer does not return when he performs his magic trick and “takes the chip out”.

You knew he wouldn’t.

You truly don’t think anyone here thought he would.

“Aaron? Look at me,” you say firmly.

“What?” He sighs, no longer seeing the point in correcting the way you address him.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re an idiot. What is it, hostage negotiation 101 to not bring somebody else into a hostage situation? Which I said about fifty fucking times, in case you were never taught that. You just put Spencer’s life at risk. You’re an idiot and a sorry excuse for a unit chief.”

“Go to hell,” he says quietly, just under his breath, just barely audible.

You didn’t know the constant stress, the trials and tribulation, the pressure he was under.

Sure.

You’re a professional in your field. No doubt things aren’t exactly a cakewalk for you.

But when people will die if he’s not there… when he makes decisions that risk the lives of his coworkers, the people he’s grown close to… that he cares about… it’s a toll. One you wouldn’t understand.

And he did order Reid right into the crossfire.

You weren’t wrong about that.

You weren’t wrong in your assessment that the unsub would let a hostage go, either.

Fair enough.

He still hates you beyond belief.

How dare you call him an idiot, in front of his entire team, and do your best to undermine his authority at every chance you got, for stupid reasons, too? That you just assumed he was like every other man, dismissing you for your gender, that all he wanted was to get one over on you.

He thinks about what Gideon said earlier, how there was a reason this was the way you choose to act. Maybe some people just come out of the womb born to be contrarian. But Gideon seemed certain there was a reason.

Did it make it any better?

The end result is the same, regardless of why.

Right?

“Go to hell?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Oh, and now you’re a fucking liar, too? Morgan, you heard him. What did he say?”

“I’m definitely not getting involved in this,” Morgan responds, raising his hands in the air.

You scoff. “Of course not. Gotta keep everyone in line. Bureaucracy, right, Aaron? Everyone just blindly follows you? Wants your constant approval? That’s why Spencer went in there. You know? It’s your fault if he dies. His blood is on your—“

“Enough,” Aaron cuts you off, louder, more stern. “That’s enough. I’m going to ask you to leave.”

“Yeah? What if I don’t leave, Aaron? You gonna manhandle me out of here?”

“Jesus Christ,” he murmurs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can you focus on the situation at hand instead of berating me? If not, you can leave.”

“What, you want my advice now?”

“Yes,” he says drily. “Unfortunately. Yes.”

“Smartest thing you’ve said all fucking day. Yeah. I’m making the phone call this time.”

———- “Dr. Bryar? Did I reach Dr. Bryar? I’m someone who can help you. I work for the Higher Authority, like the man you spoke with earlier. I’m a doctor who can help you,” you say.

“No! No doctors!” he shouts. “I don’t want any more doctors. Leo says no more doctors.”

“Right. But I specialize in the procedure you just had done. It’s my understanding you feel like it didn’t go as planned. I do need my technician back, though.”

“There must be another one… I… I still hear the voices… I…”

“Right. There isn’t another one. You would have known, right?” you ask. “I need to see you to assess you to see why you’re still hearing the voices. But I can help you, Dr. Bryar. If you leave the train… you need to come to me. I’ll take you on as my patient and I’ll get you real help. We’re all here for you, Dr. Bryar. We know that you've been hurting. I need you to leave the guns on the train and come out so I can help you."

“But why… no! You’re going to kill me!”

“I promise you we’re not. I can make the voices stop. I need you to listen to me. You… you probably felt alone, right? Scared? Alone? You were the only one to really like math class, right? You were memorizing your times tables while the other kids were playing dodgeball. Right? And you loved it, but you felt alone, at the end of the day. And sometimes… sometimes the voices are helpful, because they help you feel less alone, right? But other times they’re scary. And that’s why you’re doing what you’re doing right now. Because you’re afraid. You don’t want to hear them. You don’t want to do what they say. You want to be your own person like you were before they got this loud. And you can do that. You can put the guns down and you can leave the train and I can help you. Okay? Because that’s what you want. You just want help. Someone to listen. Not just scream at you."

Aaron's listening to this, watching you, watching you turn into a... well, a professional. You've been nothing but crass to him and the rest of his team, but he realizes why Reid loves you, now, why you chose this field to begin with.

You've struggled. You’ve been the outcast, not by choice but perhaps because you were shy, awkward, unchosen. And the rough exterior, well, it's just that. A facade. He knows you'd deny it, say you were manipulating the situation, playing a part to get a desired outcome.

But he knows what he's hearing.

“I… how did you… how did you know? Are you in my head too?” Dr. Bryar stutters anxiously.

“No. I just… I’ve been through it too, you know? Being alone and afraid. That’s why I know how you feel. And I got better, so I can help you feel better, too. Right?”

A gunshot through the speaker jolts you out of your seat. “Fuck off!” You yell, running outside. “I was so close too, what the fuck?”

“Stay back,” Aaron yells, running after you as you run toward the train.

“Fuck off, Aaron,” you snap, trying to bend his arm so you can push past him. “I need to see if Spencer is okay.”

Pulling you back, he grips your arm firmly, glaring into your eyes. “Yeah. What happened to not running into an active hostage situation? You’re not armed or vested. You’re staying here.”

“If he’s not safe--"

“Clear!” Morgan yells from the train, audible from the now broken window. “It’s clear. Everyone’s alive.”

“What?” you furrow your brow in confusion, shrugging Aaron off you.

You rush onto the train, seeing what was likely Dr. Bryar collapsed on the seat, holding his shoulder, the gun he had in his own hand now on the ground next to him.

"I... I had to. I had a shot," a passenger sitting in the back seat whispers, voice quivering.

"You're an idiot," you hiss at him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said."

"Sorry! I didn't want to listen to you play negotiator. Sorry I wrecked your big payoff. It clearly wasn't fucking working. He was... off guard talking to you. I had a shot. I took it."

"Yeah. He was off-guard because I was doing my fucking job. You can shut up now," you mutter, putting pressure on Dr. Bryar's bleeding shoulder.

“Fucking bitch,” he murmurs under his breath.

“Yeah. Okay. Save it for someone who cares, asshole. Can we get a stretcher in here? Let’s go!” you yell, glaring at Morgan.

“Yeah. They’re wheeling one over. Relax.”

“Don’t ever tell me to relax, Morgan.”

“Noted,” he says, raising his hands in defeat.

Turning to the doctor, you say, "Hey. I'm the doctor. We're going to take care of you, okay?"

"I... I'm sorry," he rasps out. "I'm sorry."

———- “Yeah? Hey honey, can you hear me?” you ask, speaking into the phone. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just dealt with fucking idiot agents. One of them has to go to the hospital so I can't fly back yet. I’ll be back in town probably overnight. I’m okay, Jessie.”

You cough as you inhale smoke, exhaling heavily. “No, I’m not smoking. Why would you think… okay. I picked up a pack on the way over. It’s fine, Jessie. Yeah. Okay. Sure. You can burn them if I don’t chain smoke the whole pack right now. I’ll see you when I get in. Bye. Love you.”

You lean against the wall, taking another drag, coughing again. “You can come out, Aaron. I know you’ve been eavesdropping.”

“I didn’t know you were married.”

You chuckle, flicking your lighter on and off again. “Not married. You’d have to drag my feet down the aisle.”

“Naturally," he responds, a slight mirth in his tone.

“Are you expecting an apology? Because you’re not getting one,” you say, turning to look at him.

“No,” he sighs. “No. I wasn’t expecting one."

“Then what do you want?" you ask, throwing your cigarette on the ground and stamping it out with your boot.

"I... I actually wanted to apologize," he admits. "I should have listened to you instead of sending Reid in there."

"Yeah. It's only what I said like... fifty fucking times."

"Right. You were good, anyway."

"Yeah. When you let me work."

“Right,” he says, coughing awkwardly. Sometimes he hates being the bigger person, to apologize, to get over himself, to acknowledge when he was wrong.

It’s the only way to ensure the apple rolled far, far away from his father’s tree.

“You’ll be calling me again, hm?” you ask. “Deal I worked out for pay isn’t bad. And I got a new patient.”

“You’re… you were serious about overseeing his case?”

“Mm,” you agree. “Only fair. I did promise it.”

“He probably won’t remember.”

“Right. But what if he does?” you say and shrug. “Here’s my card. I assume you’ll need it.”

“I certainly wouldn’t bet on me reaching out.”

“Why not, Aaron?” you say, grinning. “That’s a gamble I’d feel quite confident winning.”

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m-jelly · 2 years ago

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I had this in mind for a while now, a levi x mermaidfem!reader I have no context I just need fluff rn in my life 😭

Sorry this took a while to make, I was coming up with the plot for it and I wanted it to be different and new for you all <3

@ladycheesington <3

The Club

Pairing: Mafia Levi x Mermaid Reader

Tags and warnings: Future AU, fluff, falling in love, scars, past physical abuse, healing, blood, mentions of violence.

Concept: Levi and his gang raid a club and find many of those working there were abused by the gang that had run it. While investigating the club that was now his, he sees a tall big tank in the middle that goes up many floors, inside was you. Levi takes care of you and keeps you employed at the club. Now with a better life and hope, you get to know your new boss and you both fall in love.

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A tooth flew through the air with blood closely following. A body slammed into the table causing it to smash and glass to cover the floor. Irritated, the creator of the pain in the broken body on the floor clicked his tongue. Smart shoes stepped on the glass around the broken man.

Pleads and begs came out of the mouth of a man with teeth missing, blood and spit flying out. With arms raised he hoped his life would be spared, but the man above him was angry. He saw no mercy in the cold steel blue eyes that looked down at him.

With a calm mind and a choice made, a gloved finger squeezed the trigger causing a bullet to rip through the man's hands and finally through his head. The room went silent as the pleas for mercy stopped. Peace filled the club.

Levi sighed as he felt his head throb. He pinched the bridge of his nose before putting his gun away and investigating the club. As his men checked the bottom floor, Levi was more interested in the grand tank in the middle. He climbed the stairs to the top floor for VIPs only and saw the top of the tank was open.

The top of the tank had a resting area on a fake beach. Around the tank was seating, as if something was to entertain them. Levi was aware that supernatural beings were used as entertainment, he was also aware that this club had a mermaid.

Levi took a seat before leaning on the edge and looking into the water. "I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help." He reached down and put his hand in the water. "You can drag me in if you want." He dragged his gaze over to a little cave used for hiding. He smiled softly when he saw movement. "You can bite me too."

Levi's eyes widened when you slipped out of hiding. His heart raced in his chest as you moved through the water towards him. He felt nervous and flustered all in one. You were so beautiful in his eyes, like a goddess. He held his breath when you rose out of the water and leaned on the side right in front of him.

You tilted your head and hummed. "You going to hurt me like the old boss?"

"No."

You grabbed his hand with your webbed one and started reading him. "There's a lot of goodness inside you." You sighed a moment. "So, what's your plan with me?"

He held your hand and smiled. "I would like to keep you."

You hummed a laugh. "I'd like that."

He pulled you closer. "You're really pretty."

You blushed at his words. "Thank you."

He moved your arm out of the water and inspected you. "What are these scars?"

"He would beat me, taze me, burn me and cut me."

"I'm sorry."

You sighed. "You didn't do it or make him. You don't need to be sorry."

"Do you have a home?"

You whined. "You're looking at it."

Levi reached over and grabbed you before lifting you out of the water. "This won't do. You'll have a new place. For now, you'll live with me."

You gasped and felt flustered. "Hey, I need a towel!"

Levi saw your tail slowly turn to legs. "Oh, shit." He sat you down and grabbed the guest towels and gave it to you just in time. "Sorry."

You hummed a laugh and wrapped it tightly. "Thanks."

Levi looked over your scars all over your body. "Tch, fuck. I'm glad I killed that fucker."

"Thank you for killing him. He was trash."

He scooped you up and smiled. "Let's get you to my place to relax."

"Thank you again. What do I call you?"

"Levi, you?"

You smiled and said your name. "Nice to meet you."

You danced in your tank for those watching. You laughed as joy filled your heart. You were actually enjoying your job now and Levi was being so sweet and kind to you. You spent as much time as possible with Levi and it was wonderful that you lived with him. You were supposed to have your own place, but two months on and you were still with Levi.

You smiled when you saw the VIP light come on, which meant Levi wanted to see you. Levi wouldn't let anyone go into the VIP room anymore, it was just for you and him. You felt something for Levi, so whenever he wanted to see you, you swam to him fast.

You shot up to the top and smiled brightly. "Levi!"

Levi leaned on the side and smiled back at you. "How are you?"

"Better now you're here."

Levi blushed. "Tch, flirt."

You leaned up and smirked. "That's right." You sighed as your lips almost touched Levi's. "I like you."

"I like you too."

You tilted your head. "No, I really like you."

He gulped hard. "Me too. Can I kiss you?"

You purred. "Please do."

Levi crashed his lips against yours and moaned against your lips. He tangled his fingers in your wet hair and pulled you against his body. He didn't care that your wet breasts soaked his shirt. Levi just wanted you as his own. He bit your bottom and tugged a little.

Levi pulled back and sighed. "Fuck, I've been dying to do that for so long."

You moaned a little. "Me too. I want to pull you into my tank and show you so loving, but there are people here." You giggled at Levi's blush. "We can have fun at home, right?"

"Of course. I'll spoil you at home."

"You spoil me too much there."

He hummed in thought. "No, not enough."

You lifted up and sat on the edge of the pool with the end of your tail in the water. "Can we keep kissing, or will you go into boss mode and make me work?"

Levi dragged you close. "We'll kiss all day."

"Good."

Levi ran his hand over your scales. "So smooth. I love how it looks and feels."

Your fin ears wiggled in delight. "I'm so glad!"

He leaned over and nipped the top of your fin ear making you squeak in delight. "Fuck, I could eat you up."

"Le-Levi."

He nuzzled his nose against yours. "I don't want to scare you, but I have a confession, it's more than like."

You mewled. "Mate and love?"

"Yes."

You gave him a pleading cute look. "Promise?"

"Promise." He pressed his lips against yours. "Sweet mate and love."

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 1 year ago

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Total Drama: Revenge of the Island x Reader - Chapter 1:

Laughing as she flew through the air, (Y/n) squealed when she hit the cold water. Coming to the surface, she giggled. "That was awesome! I wanna do it again!" Hearing a scream, the cheerleader winched as she saw Cameron smack into a rock. "Ouch..."

"Is this what pain tastes like?" Sliding off the rock, he fell into the water with no signs of coming back up.

"Oh, man." Going back under, (Y/n) pulled him to the surface and held him up. "Wicked wipe out, man."

Coughing up whatever was in his lungs, Cameron took a deep breath and floundered around a moment until he grabbed her shoulders. "You... you saved me again?"

Swimming past, Scott barely spared them a glance. "Spaz."

"I don't see any girls trying to help you, farm-boy."

Pausing to take a better look, Scott gave the cheerleader a once over before sending her a smirk. "Not yet. Just you wait, doll. Sooner or later, you'll be beggin' to be in my arms."

"I don't think so, pit sniffer."

Coming up from the water, Lightening held Cameron with one hand above his head and swam off. "I'll save you, little girl!"

"I'm a boy!"

(Y/n) couldn't stop her giggles from escaping at the sight. "Hey! Wait for me!" Trying to keep up with the two, she got distracted when noticing Dakota lounging in a cute pose on a life raft while paparazzi took her pictures.

"Hi fellas! How ever did you find me?"

"Uh... we got your text."

Rolling her eyes at how clueless the men were, (Y/n) sent the heiress a flirty whistle. "Lookin' good Dakota!"

Blushing, the blonde blew the other girl a kiss. "You're not so bad yourself. Even waterlogged you're pretty cute and your makeup is still perfect! We totally need to have some girl talk later."

Back on shore, Chris was watching all of this from a monitor. "For crying out loud." Talking into a headset, the host kept a close eye on the two teens to make sure their conversation didn't go past harmless flirting. "Uninvited guest, over. Also, get that woman on the phone, over. I swear... I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind."

Seeing Chef come out of the water clad in scuba gear and stick something on the side of the paparazzi's boat, (Y/n)'s eyes widen in fear for Dakota's safety. "Dakota! Get off the raft!"

"What? Why?! Stop pulling!"

Trying to keep her grip on the blonde's flailing arms, the cheerleader kept trying to pull her into the water. "Because Chris is going to-"

The explosion went off, sending them both flying. Dakota ended up knocking Cameron out of Lightning's hand and into Anne Maria's hair. Turns out it was harder than the rock he had previously hit, sending him back into the water. (Y/n), on the other hand, landed in the middle of Mike and Zoey politely offering the other to Save Staci.

"Well, if you insist-"

Splash! Shaking her head, she laughed. "Yeah! Flying through the air by an explosion yet again!" Looking between the two, she raised an eyebrow. "What are you two doing?"

"Staci is- oh! Staci!" Remember what they had originally been doing, a guilty look crossed Zoey's face. Before anyone could move, a hand shot out and grabbed Mike's face, dragging him under with them.

"Hold on!" Both girls yelled, diving under and grabbing a person each. Once back above water, they high fived each other in triumph. "Girl power. Oh!" Sharing a giggle, they helped their fellow contestants got any water out of their lungs.

Looking back at his savor, Mike was surprised to see the girl who had had fun being tossed around like a rag doll. And boy, was she pretty. "Thanks. I owe you one."

Mike: Spinning the toilet paper roll awkwardly, he sent a nervous smile to the camera. "Okay. My first confessional. So... um... Zoey and (Y/n). Nice girls. Okay, super nice. I wonder if they'd go out with a guy like me. See, I have this, um quirk. I just hope my condition doesn't ruin everything for me again." Sighing, he looked so dejected.

Zoey: "Wow. I can't believe I'm actually in the Total Drama confessional. It's so exciting! Everyone seems so nice. I hope they all like me. I could use a few new friends... or, friends period." The more she spoke, the more her excitement turned to anxiety. "What if they hate me? Maybe this flower was too big. Am I trying too hard? You like me, right?"

Climbing onto the shore, Jo was soaked to the bone. "Woo-hoo! That's what I'm talking about. First one on the-" Her celebration was cut short as she spotted Dawn sitting cross-legged on a rock, holding a starfish and completely dry. "How did you…? You're not even wet!"

"Hm?" Taking notice of the tomboy's presence and words, Dawn looked down at herself. "Oh. I used a shortcut."

Helping Mike and Staci sit on some rocks after their eventful swim, (Y/n) took a look around at everyone. What a sad sight they all were. Well, except Dawn. Taking a seat in the sand, she listened to the bigger girl ramble on.

"Yeah, and my great, great, great uncle Boris invented swimming. Before him, people just swung their arms around and sank to the bottom. And my great, great, great, great, great, great-"

"Yeah, that's great." Blinking, Mike and (Y/n) shared a smile at their similar thoughts.

"First with Zoey and now with you Mike? Starting to think the three of us were meant to meet."

Mike: "Did you hear that? She thinks we were meant to meet! That's a good sign, right?"

Zoey: "Meant to meet? Does that mean she wants to be friends? I sure hope so." Sighing dreamily, Zoey imagined what their friendship would be like. "Being friends with someone as cool and beautiful as her..."

Sam washed up on shore not long after, finally joining the rest of the campers, coughing up a fish. "Hey! Need any help?" (Y/n) called over, worried about the game addict.

"Nah! I'm good!"

Sam: "I knew I should have played that sweet fitness workout game. Although, if it gets pretty girls like her to talk to me, then it's a good thing I didn't play it. I just hope I don't get cut first. That would be lame. But, If I stick it out long enough to get cut sixth or seventh, how cool would that be?" Laughing, he stared at the camera for a moment before pulling back out his handheld unable to stop playing it.

"So stoked to be here. I've been watching Total Drama forever. Who knows, maybe I'll even make some new friends." Zoey offered up as a start to a conversation.

"Yes, that would be good considering you are an only child and all."

"Wa? Who told you that?"

"Your soul reads like an open book! You had such a lonely childhood. It must have been difficult." Taking her hand, Dawn tried to comfort her only to have the hand snatch away from her.

Squealing, (Y/n) popped up between the two girls and sent Zoey a wink. She could tell how uncomfortable the redhead was with this, plus it excited her to no end. Too bad her stepbrother wasn't here. He'd love this just as much as her. "Do me next! I love this kind of thing."

"R-Really? Okay." Smiling gently, Dawn took the (s/t) girl's hand gently into her own pale ones. "You being on this show is a desperate plea for your father's attention. That's also what started your unhealthy relationship with adrenaline rushes."

(Y/n): "Whoa... she's good. But now he knows! I know I asked her to use her freaky powers on me, but I didn't think she'd go straight for my daddy issues!"

"Attention fresh meat!" Chris called over the speakers. "See the trail leading into the forest? Race to the end of the trail and do not disturb the wildlife. That would be bad."

"Yeah, we wouldn't want to upset the bunnies."

"Lightning, you clearly haven't watched this show if you think that bunnies are our biggest threat on this island."

Before he could make a comeback, Chris cut him off. "The tiniest sound can set them off. Like this!" A foghorn sound played over the speaker, making Chris laugh as the teens ran terrified into the forest away from the creature now chasing them.

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mrs-nightshade · 3 months ago

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Harlequin and Harlequin Swap Au's by: @tadc-harlequin-au

Purple/Lilac by: @just-mary-ann

Honorable mention: @thore-lb

Scarlet

Chapter #4

Scarlet rushed up the stairs his chuckles echoing through the stairwell as Pomni raced after him. He repeatedly escaped her grasp and gained more and more distance between them.

"Fuck, he's just as fast as Caine..." Pomni muttered to herself.

Scarlet continued his ascent. And finally he saw it, the top of the stairs, the exit to the bunker.

"Upward and outward!" Scarlet cheered as he reached the top of the stairs, finding the secret entrance to the bunker already open as he ran out.

"Wait, no!" Pomni tried to call, but he was already outside the shed that served as the bunkers entrance.

Pomni ran out right after him. Scarlet looked around, the space around the shed was an overgrown clearing in a densely wooded area.

"Oh, how pretty." Scarlet said, looking around the moonlit clearing.

"Caine? What are you doing out here?" A calm, albeit confused voice came from one side of the clearing.

Kingr was standing there, he'd probably been looking at fireflies or moths, though now his attention was on the assassin Harlequin that had just burst out of the shed.

"Oh! You're one of the bunker residents, Kingr, yes?" Scarlet walked over to greet him.

"Oh goodness, Caine, have you lost your mind?" Kingr inquired.

"Well-! MMFH!!!" Scarlet was abruptly cut off as Pomni grabbed his head like he was a misbehaving dog.

"Hey dad... Why are you out of the bunker?" Pomni asked awkwardly, loosely wrestling to keep Scarlet's head in place under her arm.

"Hm? Oh, I'm just looking at the nighttime insects, like this moth here!" Kingr's eye was quickly caught by an insect flying into the forest that he quickly followed.

Pomni sighed tiredly before starting to drag Scarlet back down into the bunker, still firmly holding his jaw shut.

"Are you insane!?" Pomni finally snapped at Scarlet, tossing him to the floor they got to her office. "You're enough work on your own, I don't need everyone else getting involved!"

"Oh come on! They'll find out about me eventually~" Scarlet purred out, his overly relaxed tone only fueling Pomni's growing rage.

Pomni was more than tempted to knock the idiot out for the night and hope Caine was the one who woke up in the morning.

"You know how to shut me up y'know~" Scarlet leaned back where he was sitting on the floor, tilting his head slightly.

Pomni growled lowly, taking a deep breath before smirking under her mask. She had a wonderful idea on how to vent her aggression.

"You know what? Fine. You want my attention? I'll give you my fucking attention." Pomni growled out, walking to stand over Scarlet. Pomni dropped to her knees over his lap, grabbing him by the tie and shoving him to lay down. "But you better damn act right if you want this to be any good for you."

"yes Yes YES!" Scarlet grabbed Pomni's hips. "Yes yes..." Suddenly his eyes changed. Panic came over Caine as his eyes faded back to his normal colors. "no No NO!"

Caine quickly moved his hands off Pomni's hips. Before Pomni could even react to the switch Caine shoved her back by the shoulders, knocking her to the ground as he quickly moved his legs against his chest where he was sitting.

"Caine! You're back..." Shock and relief flooded Pomni's voice, along with a rush of guilt.

Before Pomni could even think of what to say next Caine started speaking.

"Pomni! Y- You dirty criminal!!! You were going t- to!! W- WITH HIM!?!?"

"Well I didn't think you were going to-" Pomni started to speak, though she was quickly cut off.

Caine suddenly lunged at her, though she grabbed his hands she tumbled backwards onto the ground with Caine over her. After a bit of struggling Caine had both of Pomni's hands pinned over her head, much to the harlequin's displeasure. Pomni twisted and struggled to get out from under him but found it to be in vain. Caine noted somewhere in the back of his head that Pomni's bell had been jingling the whole time she struggled. Caine slowly leaned down and to Pomni's surprise, and maybe even his own, he kissed the side of her neck. The sudden, bold action completely stopped Pomni in her tracks, leaving her completely frozen under him. After a moment Caine whispered into her ear softly.

"Why.... Were... Were you actually going to..."

Pomni didn't know how to react. She honestly hadn't been thinking, she had only wanted to quell her anger, to forget that Scarlet was the one there and not Caine...

"I..." Pomni started shakily, not knowing exactly what she planned to say.

Caine placed his free hand on her cheek, carefully holding the edge of her mask.

"May I?" Caine spoke quietly, Caine never usually asked before doing something impulsive, but the eyes shining down at her were definitely Caine's, not Scarlet's.

"You deserve to see more than he did..." Pomni slipped her hands out of Caine's grip and removed her mask on her own, letting Caine see her "real" face for the first time. Badly damaged and, to Caine, even more beautiful than the mask she wore.

That night was the first time Pomni allowed Caine into her room, neither of them even had the energy to remove their clothes before falling asleep facing each other, so close and yet so far at the same time...

"I'm sorry..." Caine mumbled before closing his eyes.

"Huh?" Pomni squinted her eyes open for a moment, though Caine wasn't there to respond anymore.

For a moment, everything was dark, then Pomni's office seemed to just materialize around him.

Them, actually, considering he was staring an almost mirror image of himself in the face.

There wasn't even a moment for either of them to speak before Caine lunged at Scarlet, he knew he couldn't technically kill him, but he made it more than obvious that he really wanted to.

They fought and roughhoused for a few minutes, both of them getting out their aggression and anger before "calmly" sitting face to face to talk.

"Fuck you" Scarlet growled out, breaking the silence. The swear was covered by static noise but still clearly understandable.

"LANGUAGE..." Caine snapped out, almost automatically, taking a moment before quietly adding. "But, likewise..."

"It was supposed to be MY turn..." Scarlet crossed his arms.

"She's MINE... And MINE alone..." Caine growled out, not even thinking before speaking. Though technically they were in his thoughts in hindsight Caine was thankful that he didn't say that out loud.

"You're forgetting one little detail; I'm a part of you, whether you like it or not..." Scarlet retorted.

"Still, if we ever do... THAT... with her I will be the one who does it first, it's MY body." Caine spoke sharply, watching Scarlet roll his eyes in response. "Oh, and if you think I'm ever letting you out again after this little stunt, you're sorely mistaken..."

"Ugh, fine..." Scarlet groaned, though didn't seem to fight him on the matter.

"Fine? What do you mean "fine"!?" Caine immediately became suspicious of Scarlet.

"Oh please, you'll need my help at some point~" Scarlet purred out in that almost sickly sweet tone he always seemed to have. "Also, boo!"

Suddenly Caine opened his eyes, the room was dark but the glow of his eyes allowed him to see just in front of him, Pomni... He didn't know what time it was, probably early morning, but it didn't matter all too much. He and Pomni were still lying face to face like how they'd fallen asleep, he slowly moved his hand to cradle her face carefully lovingly studying the damage on one side of it as if looking for something that he couldn't see even though it was right there in front of him... Oh well, it didn't matter, it was too early to care. Despite his better judgement Caine pulled Pomni against himself before closing his eyes again. He signed softly as he felt Pomni return his embrace before realizing something.

"You're awake!"

"Well if I wasn't before I definitely am now..." Pomni slowly opened her eyes, looking up at Caine from within his arms. "You're so aggressive and high energy sometimes, but you're so calm and soft when you see fit... You and Scarlet aren't complete opposites."

Caine growled softly.

"Don't mention his name in such a context."

They both closed their eyes falling asleep again with the same rhythm of breathing for the first time in a very long time ...

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