#fan fictio

[cosmicjoke]

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Onyankopon Characters: Levi Ackerman, Gabi Braun, Falco Grice, Onyankopon (Shingeki no Kyojin), Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Connie Springer, Jean Kirstein, Pieck Finger Additional Tags: Levi's life after the war, Soft Levi Ackerman, Levi Ackerman Needs a Hug, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Protective Levi Ackerman, Flashbacks, Levi Ackerman Has OCD, Canon Disabled Character, Tea Shop Owner Levi Ackerman, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Child Abuse, Sexual Content Summary:

He reaches out, gripping the corner of his nightstand with his three, remaining fingers, and uses it to help lever himself to his feet.

His bad knee creaks and cries out in protest as he puts his weight on it, threatening to give out, and Levi pulls a deep breath in through his nose to steady himself, waiting until the sharp throbbing dies down into something more manageable before he reaches with his left hand for the cane propped against the wall between the table and bed frame.

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Levi's life after the war.

[the-royal-blue-network]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Station 19 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Maya Bishop/Carina DeLuca, Carina DeLuca & Robert Sullivan, Maya Bishop & Victoria Hughes & Travis Montgomery, Maya Bishop & Vincenzo DeLuca Characters: Maya Bishop, Carina DeLuca, Andy Herrera, Jack Gibson, Original Characters, Travis Montgomery, Robert Sullivan, Victoria Hughes, Gabriella Aurora, Vincenzo DeLuca Additional Tags: Children, Adopted Children, Therapy, Drinking, Mood Disorder Summary:

This isn't how Maya and Carina planned on starting their family, yet, here they are.

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True North

Chapter XI

Excerpt:

Frank’s eyes fluttered closed as Bucky kissed her fully, she could taste the beer on his tongue and she was sure he could taste hers as well, neither of them even caring that they shared such a passionate kiss in such a public place. It wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary to see couples close, especially in clubs or lounges, but based on the size of the town, Frank was sure there had to be someone in the pub who was uncomfortable, so she pulled away slightly, hand resting flat on Bucky’s chest as he chased her lips, trying to reconnect them. 

“Come upstairs with me,” Frank whispered softly against his mouth, Bucky groaning as she kissed his mustache, “we can talk a little more privately up there,” 

“Talk, huh?” His voice was low and husky, eyes hooded as she slipped out from under his arm, pushing herself into a standing position, “About your new missions?” 

“If you like,” Frank leaned over the table to kiss him quickly, voice dropping further, “or we can…not…talk.” 

“I like the sound of that,” Bucky pushed himself up, hand ruffling his curls as he followed her around the table and towards the staircase, glancing around to see if anyone was watching them closely, but thankfully he found no one. 

[bethanydelleman]

My latest post on Always Austen:

Mrs. Bennet's name is most likely Jane!

[madfantasy]

To fan art and fiction enjoyers:

Please excuse my rage slipping if it happened over having to address this literal mediocrity of a subject in comparison to endless things that actually matters in real life. Because this would be at the scrapping bottom of it, but since the occasion presented itself, here we are:

Do you know there are some, let's say, manners, being in fandoms, and/or in using social media in general? NOOO? 8U

Well, Lets start somewhere!

Like it or not, YOU NEED TO ACTUALLY READ STUFF PEOPLE WRITE. Before you follow, before you comment, before you interact, because if you come across something you don't like, or you started to assume things— that's a you problem and not the fault of the poster.

If you DO NOT enjoy a character, a pair of ship, or a certain head cannon, filter the tag it's used for, Google has free tutorials on how. Most social media have these settings and most decent posters tag their posts correctly. If you keep seeing that pair, you can block the people who create it. You are free to do so ofc but WHY WOULD U come on main and air that out? Personally I find it so bizarre and it could show the type of person you are to other people — a toxic company over fictional substance — and I'd say that is not a flex, more like showing your dirty nappy in public. Those characters you love are not real and so not effected by your high ground stance, but actual humans that share you that love notice and get that impression, and it's a weird one. You SHOULD, of course, set your boundaries, and usually where that is be in your profile, on your bio or a pinned post.

Loving bizarre, villainous, creepy concepts DOES NOT EQUAL morality, nor loving good sunshine and flowers does. It's what a person does in real life what counts, not what they consume in entertainment. In fact, it is not a sign of a good person those who be shaming humans who like different fictional concepts. Or when someone keeps using ai generators knowing full well it's based on constant data theft of all sort of human creators across generations and can not exist without the continuance of this theft. Or those supporting creators that they know did irl crimes. Or those who are Policing what's can and cannot go into fiction as if the fickleness of preference have never let alot of things survive its judgement. And I can go on with the miniature examples. You are forgiven if you did not know before, some people learn through experience, but not anymore when you continue this behaviour. And maybe if you can't differentiate between reality and fiction, and what's more important than what, maybe, just maybe, you shouldn't be consuming fiction.

DO NOT POST WHAT YOU DID NOT CREATE. Do you like it when people keep posting your selfies that you only ment to share for funsies and what not? Isn't worse if you did not post that selfie in the first place or never wanted it to be used like that? It's the SAME FOR ART. This is the artists work just as much as your face is yours. Social media at the baseline is about who ever the poster is, their posts are theirs. So you posting an artist's drawing, with no permission, no credit to them, no nothing, is not allowed and people can report that. Don't be an ignorant thick fig and play the victim when schooled like this precious dear\s .Reposters disconnect so many content from their creators and this is how alot of beautiful things in life die, by simply not knowing they are loved, shoved into the over consumption machine..

And lastly, You don't have anything nice to say to OP? Don't say anything! It's not your misguided duty to educate people on how embarrassingly self centered you are, it's okay to be a basic #&★— I promise. It okay to feel out of place in a niche that doesn't concern you. It's okay to realise other people have different perspectives of the fiction work you enjoy. You can sit down.

And I'd like to add, Mani is a safe space for au and ships even if I don't like em, cuz they are only FICTION and will remain FICTION no matter how much I loved them or hated them.

Good day, dears🍀

[that-girl-glader]

I feel so bad for those who have never read/watched TMR, Hunger Games, The Giver, Divergent, Farenheit 451, or TLOU because HOW ARE THEY GOING TO SURVIVE BRO. I just watched a tiktok video thay just "proved" a point I've been saying. Those books, that genre is GOING to become Historical Fictio. I SWEARRR. BECAUSE HOW IN THE ELON MUSK do you expect us to not end up there, how in the billionairs drowning in a submarine do you expect us not to get there. Let's be so fr right now. Atleast dystopian fans are PREPARED.

[just-antithings]

fuck antis for trying to make us feel bad for caring about fan fictio! like I honest to god do feel bad that others are suffering but I'm not really working right now and fanficton one of the few things keeping me sane 😭

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[lastinnett-writer]

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[lavaffair]

She's Made of Outer Space

Inukag Fluff Week: Stargazing

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33117460

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Paying attention to the stars was never something Inuyasha did to pass the time. He knew they were always there, decorating the dark sky with their tiny gleams of light. They didn’t illuminate the night, unlike the bright moon, but the stars are reliable and will always be easy to find. The stars are never on his radar, since he prefers to close his eyes and listen to his surroundings for any lurking dangers. Of course, he is never worried, he knows he can take down anything that crosses his path.

Those stars in the sky were never important enough for him to stare at all night long. Inuyasha was never one to pay attention to the little things, because he was always too busy handling the bigger issues in his way. It was not until a girl mysteriously came from the future that he had the opportunity to do so. The same girl who had sneakily crawled into his chest and made a home in his empty heart. Instead of stealing it, she kept his heart tucked securely in her chest, with her arms wrapped around it and keeping it beating.

It was then that he began to realize his heart started to beat for her, to keep her alive, to keep her smile going, and to protect her from any harm. Her happiness was the most important thing to him, and he would do anything to keep her from feeling anything else. He was aware of how often he had messed up in the past, and that is why he tries so hard to keep her happy in the present.

Kagome, his girl, his perfect, beautiful, and courageous girl, was everything to him and more. She loved watching the stars whenever she was given the chance. If she could have it her way, she would sit outside and stare at them every night. Ever since she noticed how bright they were here compared to the ones on the other side of the well, he realized just how much more she paid attention to the sky. During their mission to defeat Naraku he would peak at her looking up at the stars from within her sleeping bag. She would do this every single night unless she was past the point of exhaustion, and the expression on her face never changed.

Inuyasha would pay close attention to the way her cheeks would heat up and bloom pink. Her plush lips would part as she looked in awe, and quirk up into a smile. Her eyes would stay glued to the sky, flickering in different directions each time she settled onto a new one. It was hard for him to keep quiet when he would hear her whispering with Shippo about the constellations. The fox kit was always so enamored with her stories and she was always so patient with him. Most nights Shippo would be fast asleep besides Kagome in her sleeping bag, but when he stayed up late to talk to her, it was obvious that he cherished their time together.

A smile would appear on Inuyasha's face out of pure admiration while watching her. Kagome was so confident that no one would be listening, but Shippo always knew the half demon was awake. When Kagome got deep into conversation with the kit about the stars, Shippo would quickly glance at him and catch his eye, but Inuyasha would choose not to push it any further. He preferred to pretend to have lightly dozed off, giving her the impression that he was not completely aware of her and what she was doing. It was his favorite game to play, and she never suspected a thing.

The reason he kept quiet was not just because he could never get enough of her voice when she spoke to Shippo, but because he could not get enough of her eyes. To Inuyasha, Kagome’s eyes shined brighter than the stars. Deep within her eyes were endless galaxies and he could see all of them every time he looked at her. Her eyes told him everything she was thinking, he could read her emotions just by gazing into them, and they were always so raw and honest. If he could take away every worry from her mind he would have done it a long time ago, because he should be the one to remove whatever bothers her, and she should be the one whose smile never falters, and whose laugh could make the flowers bloom.

Inuyasha never paid attention to the little things in life because he was always dealing with bigger issues. He never cared until Kagome appeared and showed him how important the little things were in a world so dangerous as his.

On nights like tonight, where there was no cloud in the sky, no danger to be worried about, and no tasks to do in the coming morning, he would lay his head on Kagome’s lap and stare at her while she looked upwards.

Her eyes never changed, always promising hope and wonder. Always so big, round, and outrageously so beautiful that his breath would hitch when he gazed too deeply into them.

Inuyasha did not have to look at the night sky to watch the stars. Kagome’s eyes held the universe and the sky above was only a mere reflection to her own.

Kagome blinked once, her long lashes kissing her pink- tinted cheeks. She glanced down at her half demon husband who was resting on her lap and smiled. “What are you looking at?”, she innocently asked.

Inuyasha never took his eyes off of her, and the way he stared with lovestruck eyes made her heart beat faster. He took in a breath, but it was not enough to fill his lungs due to how captivated he was while looking up at her. “I’m watching the stars.” He said breathlessly.

She could not hide the way her eyes grew wider or how her cheeks turned red, but Inuyasha savored the sight and locked it away into his memory. This girl sitting above him, his Kagome, was the most precious star within the universe. How lucky was he to have found her, the girl who taught him to enjoy the small things like stargazing, and to selfishly get to keep her all to himself.

[exquisitefrogprince]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Isa/Lea (Kingdom Hearts), Isa & Lea & Roxas & Xion (Kingdom Hearts), Lea & Roxas & Xion (Kingdom Hearts), Lea & Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Lea & Xion (Kingdom Hearts), Axel/Saïx (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Isa (Kingdom Hearts), Saïx (Kingdom Hearts), Axel (Kingdom Hearts), Lea (Kingdom Hearts), Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Xion (Kingdom Hearts), Organization XIII Ensemble (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Medieval, Enemies to Lovers, Assassins & Hitmen, Assassination Attempt(s), Assassin Axel (Kingdom Hearts), Prince Isa (Kingdom hearts), Eventual Smut, Alternative Universe - Kingdom, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

Can love bloom from hate in a world of blood and brutality, glossed over neatly with the shining veneer of progress and regalia?

When an assassin is charged with taking the life of the crown prince of one of the most notoriously heinous kingdoms, he finds out there is a good deal more to the story than he ever knew, and that the prince is a lot more than a typical mark.

What will either of them do when they find out that the dark underbelly of the kingdom runs far deeper and more heinous than either of them knew, and are forcibly thrown into each other's lives -- whether they like it or not?

[willowwzz]

𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝕻𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖚𝖒 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1

Hey guys! Eeek...Chapter 1 is here!! Any comments, feedback etc is much appreciated! Please be kind haha...hope you enjoy. Side note...don’t own anyone or anything bla bla in the story. All totally made up and a figment of my imagination...here we go..

                                              𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣 

You opened your eyes slowly, expecting to see light filter thru the half shut curtain's that covered your bedroom window. It was still dark with a small dusting of light coming over the hills. Looking up to your alarm clock, the time read 4.47 am. Rummaging around your bedside cabinet, you finally found the remote, flicking the telly on and immediately muting the sound. The last thing you wanted to hear was a high pitched squealing woman having an orgasm about an amazing vacuum cleaner that does this, that and the other, plus you didn’t want to wake James. Rolling over you came face to face with him and watched him sleep in the glow from the television. He always looked so peaceful and content when he slept and it had seemed that lately the only time you could tolerate him was when he was asleep. You watched his chest rise and fall slowly, listening to the soft moan that escaped his lips with each breath. 'Why do you have to be such a bitch?' you scolded yourself. You had an amazing boyfriend, who had done nothing but love, cherish and sacrifice for you for the last 4 years, yet you did not love him. It was James who was there for you when you’re mum died, arranged the funeral when you couldn’t, and took you away after it all. It was James who worked his arse off when you couldn’t work for 6 months after a nasty horse riding accident, supporting you, your business and your 20 horse's. And it was James that put up with all your bullshit. He never once lied, cheated or hurt you, when there were probably a lot of times he could of. Your thoughts turned to when you first met. You were both 19 when he had turned up at the racing stable's where you were working at the time to put an extension on one of the stable block's. You were having problems with a young colt that had been dropped of that morning. Taking the horse off the truck, he leapt and bound on the spot before standing on your foot and nearly running you over. He reared up and lashed out with his front legs, getting one over which had forced you to let the horse go, watching as he ran down the lane way, only stopping to reach over the fence to try and bite another horse. "Little shit" you mumbled to yourself as you walked thru the barn to shut the gate so he couldn’t get back out towards the road. Just as you were walking back outside you spotted James, leading the colt at his side like it was an old schoolmaster. He stopped just in front of you, patting the horse as he grazed happily at his feet. "Looking for this?" he laughed as he handed you the rope. After seeing James' vibrant smile and hearing his childlike laugh, you couldn’t be angry any more. "Thanks" you laughed, hand out to take the lead rope from him. Instead he placed his hand in yours, shaking it thoroughly. "I'm James" he beamed. "And you are...?" "Morgan" you replied shyly, actually taking in how good looking this guy was. "Well Morgan" James smiled, his hand still gripping yours. "Let's put this boy away, then you can get me a coffee before we start...Oh didn’t I tell you you’re helping me? Well your are now!" he laughed, dragging you along the path before you had any chance to resist....

Next thing you knew it was 2 years later and you were moving into your new place. An old, neglected, 300 acre horse property with everything you needed. Arena, stables, yards, a huge shed for James and hundreds of acres of fields and forest to ride over. As you moved the last box from the truck into the house, dumping it in the middle of what was to become your bedroom, you walked silently over to the window, taking in the amazing view of the sun setting behind the hills. You knew then that you didn’t love James, and in the back of your mind you knew you were making a mistake. 'But this was what you wanted all along wasn’t it?' you asked yourself. 'What more could you want?’ Feeling James' arm's slip around your waist, you shut your eyes, trying to fight back the tears. "Do you know how happy you've made me?" James whispered in your ear. "I love you". Squeezing your eyes tighter, all you could do was nod...

Day by day and month by month went by until it was your 2nd anniversary of moving onto the farm and yours and James' 4th anniversary. Waking up that morning to a surprise bunch of roses by your bed with a card from James, you knew there couldn’t be a 5th. Throwing your dressing gown on you walked over to the french doors that had once been a wall before you redecorated, and opened them. Walking out onto the small deck that over looked your back garden and looking out. From there you could also see part of the drive and some of the back paddocks with horses of all colours and size's grazing happily in the warm sun. Pulling your dressing gown around your neck you headed back inside, thinking to yourself that soon it would be winter and you would hardly use the little deck that you had had breakfast on nearly every day that summer. The old farm that had once been barely livable was now a beautiful, thriving Equestrian business that you had slogged over since the day you brought it. It was your baby. James had built two self contained, small houses about a hundred metres away from the main homestead that were rented out as a source of income over the winter months when the lesson and trekking horses were turned out. That didn’t mean you were never busy. Winter was probably your busiest time. You loved winter and all that it entailed. Plus you still had your regular customers that you gave lessons to, worked certain horses and winter was generally when you got a lot of horses to break in, which you absolutely loved. There was no better thrill or sense of accomplishment that you achieved from having a wild horse that you couldn’t touch, to riding it, willing and happily thru your forest.

"Hey Hun?" James called from downstairs. "What time do you want dinner?” Sitting up on the edge of the bed, you rubbed your eyes, trying to wake yourself up. "Hang on" you called out, lying back down on your bed. Downstairs you could hear the familiar clang of pots, water running and the way the old pantry door squeaked every time it was opened. Lately you hadn’t felt like eating, as much as James made sure you did. "Don’t want my baby getting sick!" he would laugh, placing yet another plate in front of you. Finally getting up and pulling a jersey on you noticed the time, realising that you had slept a lot longer than you had planned and still had to feed the horses. You made your way quietly down the stairs, hoping not to catch James' attention...but it was too late. "Come...Sit!" he ordered, taking you by the hand and leading you over to the breakfast bar that ran nearly the entire way around your huge, farm styled kitchen. You sat motionless as you watched James whirl around the kitchen doing ten things at once. You smiled to yourself. 'And who said men couldn’t multi task?' you thought. "Sorry, it’s not much" James said, placing a plate of bacon, tomatoes and eggs with toast in front of you. "Didn’t get home till late". "No probs, sorry I wasnt up when you got home" you replied, sculling your glass of water to ease the hunger pains that had set in as soon as you smelt the delicious food. "No probs" James beamed. "You need the sleep" he replied, kissing you gently on the forehead. "Now eat before it gets cold". You picked up a piece of toast, the whole time feeling James' stare on you, and took a bite. Once he was satisfied that you were eating he mentioned something about meeting someone to rent a cabin, but you weren’t entirely sure. You hadn’t been listening, instead you were watching a bird flutter about with a feather that he had found...your mind drifting off aimlessly. Staring out the window you watched James as he climbed into the old farm truck, holding the door open for his trusty old Labrador, Goldie, to jump in beside's him and head off into the words. Scrapping the food into the scrap bin you felt abit guilty over wasting the food that James had cooked but snapped out of it when your thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. "Hey mo mo!" you heard squealing down the phone. "Sam" you replied, an instant smile spreading on your face. "I’m coming to stay...see you in a few days...gotta go...bye!" she laughed before hanging up. That was Sam! You had meet Sam the first week you had arrived there from New Zealand. The first thing she said to you was that she loved your funny accent. You knew right from the start that you would be best friends. Sam always had a way of knowing exactly how you felt, even when you lived 5 hours apart. And you knew that Sam would always be there no matter how serious or amazing the situation was. Sam saying she would be here in a 'few days' meant that she could either be here in the morning or in a month. You were never too sure with her. She definitely lived in the moment which you loved about her. Walking over into the office you looked up at your pin board which was covered with pictures, phone numbers and photos of Sam and you and remembered when you had been as carefree as her. Opening the diary, you reserved one of the cabins for Sam, writing a note that you weren’t entirely sure when exactly she was coming. Flicking thru the other pages you noticed a booking for the other cabin, in James' writing. The log, 2 bedroom cabin had been booked for 3 months, but James hadn’t left a name. Wow...3 months. you gave a little sigh of relief at the small, but important income, that would bring to the farm. As you heard the familiar sound of the truck heading back up the drive, you looked up at the photo of Sam and you that was taking at a beach about 3 years ago. You had a large sun hat on, with a fake coconut bikini top on and Sam had a top hat on and was wearing a fake moustache! You couldn’t wait until she arrived....you had a lot to talk about....    

[spinels-best-friend]

The Question Man Chronicles: Entrapta

The flame on the torch Entrapta had been using stopped.  This is not to say that it fizzled out, or suddenly extinguished; No, it stopped.  The greenish blue flame simply stopped it’s forward momentum, the end of it remained curved against the piece of metal she’d been welding but the sparks it had been throwing had similarly frozen mid-flight.  When she pulled it back the end remained curved.    

“Well, that’s curious.” She said flipping her mask up to get a better look.  She shook the torch several times but nothing about the flame changed.   Looking around she saw this was not an isolated event, lights she knew should be cycling through colors were static, and a droplet from a leaking pipe hung in the air nearby.  She reached for her recorder and depressed the record button.  “Anomalous event number three, something seems to be effecting the very laws of physics around me.  Falling objects remain suspended, as do thermal reactions.”  Looking down at the torch once more.  “Initial hypothesis is that something halted. . .no I’m still breathing and seeing, so light and air are still moving.  Something has significantly slowed the forward momentum of time, fascinating.   Though if this is correct my voice on this recording is going to be unintelligible.”  She sighed and depressed the stop button, and pocketed the recorder once again.  

“A reasonable hypothesis.”  Entrapta’s head swung to the source of the new voice.  There she found the form of a man tall enough to dwarf Hordak.  He wore a simple black robe that extended down below his feet, the hood was pulled back exposing an utterly ordinary face, as if someone had taken an average of the faces seen in any given crowd and distilled it down to one person.  His hair was brown, short straight and unstyled.  His skin was pale and listless, only his plain chocolate eyes seemed to possess any real spark of life, a spark the princess recognized:  Curiosity.  “Before you ask, yes I am the one who has slowed the flow of time, and I will not explain to you how.”  Entrapta, finger raised and mouth open to pose questions shifted into a pout, prehensile hair crossing her body.  

“Fine.”  She said drawing a finger to her chin in thought. “Well if I can’t have how, then at least tell me why?”  The odd figure’s callow lips parted into a smile.  

“The question is the answer.  I have done this to ask; Why?”  Entrapta approached utterly unconcerned at his stature or clear display of power.  

“Why what?”  His smile remained as he leaned down to face her properly.

“I am the question man, I come to worlds I have observed, to people I have observed to ask them about choices they’ve made, their motivations, and to show them the causal effects of those choices.  If I am scientist, then my field of study is stories, and choices are the math of those stories, the more data I have, the better I understand.”  When he put it like that Entrapta understood perfectly.  

“So I’m today’s test subject, sounds intriguing!  Ask away.”  The figure nodded and seemed to shrink coming eye to eye with her.

“Why did you join the horde?”  Entrapta raised an eyebrow at that.  

“Are we starting with the easy ones or something?  Look at all this great stuff!”  She said motioning to the lab in general.  “I have more resources, and opportunities to study first one’s tech here than I ever did back in my castle.”  The Question man’s smile grew wider, and just a shade cruel.  

“That is why you stay with the horde, why did you join the horde?”  He asked and suddenly they were no longer in her lab, rather they were in a familiar room, and against one wall she saw herself, surrounded by Catra and Scorpia, time appeared to be moving once again.

. . .Seems to be correct, they’re not coming back for me.”  Entrapta felt the tear that was rolling down her counterpart’s cheek on her own.  

“You joined the horde because you thought you’d been abandoned, because you felt alone, and sad.”  Entrapta sniffled and the scene blurred, resolving into a scene from days before, the door sealing in front of her, and green fire erupting all around, only a quick response from Emily breaking down an air vent saving her.  “Tell me scientist, if you were on the other side of that door.” He said pointing to where her friends had just vanished from sight.  “You saw it sealed and purging green flames erupting within, what would you hypothesize would be the fate of an organic life form inside.”  They were outside suddenly, and the door slammed down, though now she could see the reactions of her friends.  The despair, the disbelief, the sorrow.  In those very early days, she had imagined them making a calculated choice, bring out glimmer and bow, accomplish the mission only losing her, and after all she was the weird one.  She had never been angry about it just sad, but now. . .

“Given the information available. . .and the urgency of the situation I would likely conclude that someone inside that chamber would have perished.  They thought I was dead, well at least that explains that.”  She tried to affect her usual aire of aloof interest.  “Hypotheses are made to be disproved.”  The figure shook his head.

“You’re failing to extrapolate out, in your initial model you were abandoned, uncared for no one, terribly bothered at the loss.”  Then she did extrapolate, the looks of sadness on their faces rippling out to the rest of Etheria.  In the next moment they were in a garden, Perfume weeping as she extended her powers out, vines forming a topiary of her, gone again, Adora fighting as images flashed around her, her regrets made manifest, one of herself tapping away.  “I wonder what weapon you were augmenting for the horde on this day.”  Entrapta watched, something breaking inside, past her curiosity and drive for discovery that had always offered a buffer between her and the deeper currents of her emotions were completely swallowed.  “They mourned you, hated themselves for you, and you built things to slaughter them, why?” He asked again like a hammer blow, but her answer fell harder.

“For the fun of it.” She sniffled. “Not because I was mad or anything like that, I just thought we’d gone our separate ways.”  The question man sighed.

“Oh I know.” The scenery changed again.  Bow and Glimmer rushing to her rescue, concern and guilt plain on their faces.  Then her conversation with Bow through the communicator, though this time Catra couldn’t simply end communications, and she watched her heartbroken friends fight for their lives.  “Why, I ask again Entrapta did you join the horde.  Her head fell and her hair curled around her like embracing arms.  

“Because it was easier, easier than feeling abandoned, easier than being the odd princess out.  Easier to assume I wouldn’t be missed because then I could do my work with all the resources I could ever want.  It was just easier.

She was alone again, torch in her hand, mask over her face, and time ticked onward.

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Dilaudid~Ch1:Once//Spencer Reid

Chapter 1/?

Okay- I don’t really know how trigger warning work or what warnings are needed BUT I think 

TW; drugs/addiction/ minor death that you already know about

Is that good?

My italics are screwed up once again, why do I even try? My apologies though.

This is another part in my “Quotes from the Show” (better name pending), series.

And I think I’m going to make this a series within a series ooo!

Word Count:~3.1k

Synopsis; After Prentiss’ apparent “death” (season 6/7), Reid turns back to Dilaudid in order to get away from the pain of losing a friend that was practically family.

“She never made it off the table.”

Reid paused for a moment.

Stood.

He had known this was a possibility- in fact he had known it was the likely outcome of the situation, but he couldn't have known what this would feel like before it happened.

He rushed forward towards the large doors of the hospital and brushed past JJ. He had hoped she would stop him, that someone would stop him, but they all let him go.

In his car, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white, he let out a sob. One after another, tears rolled down his cheeks onto the purple tie hanging nonchalantly around his neck. Gasping for air, he clawed at it and threw it to the side, then let his head fall between his hands on the wheel.

He stayed there for a long while, waiting for something to happen. Anything. He wanted to wake up from the nightmare, or for, by some miracle, Emily to come walking out of the doors and sit in the seat beside him. Let him know that she was all right with some snide remark.

When the doors of the hospital infront of him opened, he glanced up. The rest of his team was leaving the building, all of them red faced and puffy eyed. On noticing Reid’s car, they took gentle strides towards him but he quickly put the key into the ignition and pulled onto the gloomy streets of midnight.

In his apartment, early golden rays of sun seeping through the blinds made the rooms seem lonelier than ever. Spencer sat on his couch, head buried in hands. After a  moment, he looked up across the room to a small set of wooden drawers. Inside the very top, two thumb-sized bottles of clear liquid sat, taunting Reid.

He shook his head, remembering his time after Tobias Hankle. It was so difficult to get his mind off of Dilaudid then, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he tried to quit in his current state. Spencer stood and walked into his bedroom where his sheets and comforter were neatly made up from a time when Emily wasn’t gone.

He quickly slipped his shoes and jacket off, and lay on the bed, eyes slowly drifting closed. As soon as his eyelids shut and darkness came, fragments of Emily getting placed into the ambulance, bleeding and half-conscious, flooded back into his mind.

He layed fully clothed in bed for hours, unable to calm his mind down enough to sleep. Tossing and turning only seemed to make his restlessness worse.

As light flooded through the crack under his door, it seemed to call Reid into his living room. He crossed to his couch where he once again sat and placed his head in his hands.

Why didn’t I just get rid of it? He asked himself, glancing at the collection of drawers across from him.

He could never bring himself to dispose of the bottles, just in case times like these rolled around, he supposed.

Reid stood and paced briefly, checked his cell phone in hopes of a case to distract him. Only a few texts from his team members checking in on him. Was he okay? How are they okay? He asked himself, and threw his cell back onto the counter.

He paced across his home several more times, reread a book or two from his bookshelf, then threw himself onto his couch. Spencer couldn’t seem to quite his mind for one second, and keep it from going back and forth between all the things that had happened to him in the past, the tragedies that have struck him now, and the growing dread for the future.

He continuously wiped the tears dripping out of his eyes, unable to stop them or exactly pinpoint the reason for them being there.

Just this once, he told himself as he quickly crossed to the wooden drawers on the opposite side of the room. The promise “once” floating around his head, knowing how easy it would be to break. He pulled the string to close his blinds and enveloped one of the small bottles into his palm. Searching his kitchen drawers and several other rooms for a needle, he refused to open his hand, as if to convince himself he wasn’t about to do what he was.

Finally laying eyes upon a syringe, he walked slowly back to his couch and sat. He thought about thinking this through but soon realized he couldn’t find any truly good reason to put the vile back into the drawer.

With a deep breath, spencer tightly wrapped a neck tie around his upper arm until he could clearly see a blue vein protruding from the light skin.

Slowly the syringe filled with clear liquid and was carefully flicked and inspected for any air bubbles. It was if Reid couldn’t even feel himself going through the motions, and he quickly stuck the vein with the needle and pressed the fluid into his arm.

A cool, relaxing feeling crawled through Spencer’s skin, pressing his head into the couch and his feet further into the floor. His eyes fell shut and his mind sunk back into a daze of memories, icy white and red hot all at once.

A ring drifted harmoniously through Spencer’s living room, his eyes opening slowly. The midday light now seeping through his eyes seemed to shift colors gently, from light yellow, to pale blues and pinks, and back again.

The phone continued to ring, taking Reid away from the stunned state he was in. He blinked a few times as his phone chimed with a new voicemail. Spencer dropped his head back  onto the couch and tried to float away once again, but his phone rang and chimed once more. He sat up and pressed his fingers into his eyes, trying to get rid of the spots floating around his vision. He looked around, his whereabouts beginning to unblur and a more steady thought process beginning to form in his mind. By the time his phone rang again, he was able to flip it open and fumble for the green button.

“Hey kid, I was just about to send JJ over to check on you. Is everything okay?”

“Mmm, yeah fine.” Reid mumbled, realizing his left hand had fallen asleep because of the tie knotted around his arm.

“Really?” Derek waited for a response as Reid tucked the phone between his neck and shoulder in order to unfasten the purple and white fabric. When he got no response, he continued, “Alright, well, we have a case. I’m sorry, I know a day isn’t much but the other teams are busy with their own cases and we’re all that’s left. Bad guys can’t just give us a rest.”

Reid nodded slowly, then froze, “Wait, a day?” He looked out the window at the sun high in the sky.

“Kid, Prentiss- uh-” Spencer could hear Derek trying to form the right words, “Two nights ago…”

“Right, yes, of course,” Reid shook his head and started looking around for his shoes before noticing that they were already on his feet.

“Can you get here in 20 minutes?” Derek paused, “Everyone would understand if you wanted to sit this one out… It’s gonna take a lot for any of us to be here, but we know you were clo-”

“No, of course I can make it.” Reid knew he needed a distraction and grabbed his coat from the foot of his bed. “See you in 20.”

Spencer hung up the phone and moved to slip it in his pocket but dropped it before making it in. He rubbed his eyes once again, and grabbed an old shirt dangling out of his dresser. In his bathroom, he studied himself in the mirror. The circles under his eyes were even more prominent than usual, his hair a mess on top of his head, with a dazed, sleepy expression on. He pressed down his hair and splashed cold water against his face, finishing with fastening the same tie he’d used the other night on his arm, around his neck.

Spencer’s eyes remained red and puffy but he appeared more awake and present than before. His ride on the subway seemed perfectly fine until the end, when he remembered how many germs he had just shared with the other passengers.

Arriving at the office 40 minutes after the call, Spencer slinked into the room filled with his fellow, red eyed coworkers, not receiving a second glance from any of them. Penelope blandly continued to recited the case, slowly flipping the images across the screen, and Hotch quietly let out a “Wheels up in 30.”

Spencer sat down at his desk and looked down to see a small blotch of blood on his tie from the needle prick, as well as a small, fresh scab on his arm just below his cuffed sleeves. He quickly slipped on his jacket and removed his tie, jamming it in his pocket. He looked around briskly, but everyone else remained in their dazed state.

Hand in pocket, Reid felt the small bottle next to his finger tips. Had he not put it back?

“Hey wonder boy,” Penelope whispered with a slight forced smile, and sat down across from Spencer, who pulled his hand out of his pocket and raised it in greeting. “How are you feeling?”

Reid shrugged and allowed himself the first deep breath since he had gotten the call that morning. Penelope nodded in understanding and patted his hand, then stood to go talk with the other members of the unit.

On the way to the jet, he fiddled with the vile in his pocket. He understood how bad it would be if he used again, but it seemed that Dilaudid made him the happiest he’s been in quite a while.

After a brief and somber brainstorm session, the team was assigned their respective tasks for once the plane landed in an hour. Reid was to head right to the police station and begin working on a geographical profile.

Through the plane ride, Spencer stared at the pages of a book, periodically flipping the pages but barely thinking about the words written on them. He couldn’t keep his mind from going back and forth between memories of Emily to the options he had regarding the clear liquid in his pocket. When he caught himself staring ahead of his book, he quickly looked around and turned the page, hoping no one saw him staring into space. No that they would blame him, as that seemed to be what everyone else was doing too.

When the team got back to land, Reid was escorted by Hotch, Morgan, and JJ into a black SUV provided by the local PD. The drive to the station was short, and they all walked confidently into the building not wanting to let on their grief.

“You must be Agent Hotchner,” A large man in uniform strided over to the quartet and held out a hand. “Officer Doges, this is SSA Morgan, Jareau, and Dr Spencer Reid.” They took turns shaking each others hands, apart from Reid who nodded curtly.

“Jareau, the families of the victims are right in that room,” Officer Doges directed her to a seperate area, then walked the other three into the conference room where a board was set up for them. “This is all we’ve got so far, I’ll have someone bring in the case files.” He shook hands with everyone once again and walked out the door.

Morgan’s phone began to ring and he quickly pulled it open, “We’ll be right there.” Derek nodded at Hotch, “There’s another victim.”

“Reid, stay here, go over the case files and get started on the maps.” Hotch stood and they strode out of the room.

Spencer took another deep breath and leaned back in his chair.

“Hi! You must be Dr Reid?” A young, raven haired woman walked through the door, a stack of files in her arms.

“Yes, hi, that’s me,” Spencer stumbled over his words and stood with an awkward smile.

The woman chuckled and set the files down before extending an arm, “Detective Reynolds, but Emily is fine.” She smiled widely and her eyes crinkled the same way Prentiss’ did whenever she laughed. Reid swallowed and forced a smile before taking a file and beginning to flip through it. The lady dropped her hand and let out a disgruntled sound before stomping out of the room.

Spencer took a deep breath. He had hoped that working this case would help him keep his mind off of Emily’s death, as well as off of using again, but that didn’t seem like an option for him, and there seemed to be only one option left. He stood and asked a different officer where the restrooms were and locked himself in. He knew if he took a lesser dose the drug would cause a more euphoric effect, rather than a relaxed one.

Reid rummaged through the cabinet in search of a first aid kit. When he laid his hands upon one he selected a small syringe from inside and set it on the counter. He pulled the tie out of his pocket and once again knotted it above his elbow, then slowly filled the syringe with a smaller amount than he had previously. With a deep breath, Spencer sank the tip of the needle just under the older prick, into a protruding blue vein. Once all the liquid had been emptied from the syringe, a rush set through his body, up his spine and down to his toes.

He placed the needle into his pocket, along with the vile and tie. In the mirror he saw a different version of himself than the one he had seen that morning. He appeared crisper, more content, farther away from all the memories that wanted to haunt him.

Reid unlocked the door and stepped out, taking a breath of the stuffy air that flitted through the station. He felt like he could hear every noise around him- the ruffling of papers, the coffee machine making caffeinated beverages in the distance. Around him, everything seemed more vibrant than before, if only a little bit. He strode back into the conference room and read through all the case files, a bit slower than he normally would, as much as Reid hated to admit it. He knew that using opioid based drugs would slow his ability to function, and slow was not something Spencer was used to. All the same, he accepted that there were some things he’d have to sacrifice in order to divert himself from the past.

On the board, Reid began to work up a map of the UnSub’s comfort zone. With over 5 victims all nearby, it wasn’t difficult to see where this serial killer was most likely living.

As Spencer stuck his last pin into the map, the rest of the team walked through the door.

“Tell us what you know,” Hotch said, as he sat down, straightening his shirt.

“Although the victims were found at five different locations, the drop-sights form almost a perfect circle around this one neighborhood.” The words flew abruptly out of Spencer’s mouth, on the verge of being almost too jumbled to understand.

Taken aback, Derek cleared his throat, “Woah, kid, slow down,” He chuckled.

“Sorry,” Reid pushed some stray hairs behind his ear and pulled his lips into a smile.

“So what does that tell us?” JJ asked, reaching for one of the case files across the table.

“Most likely that the-” Reid caught himself tripping over his words again and took a deep breath, “Most likely that the UnSub lives within this neighborhood, although it may be that the neighborhood has some other sort of significance to him. Like where his family lives, or where he grew up.”

JJ eyed him slowly but when Reid sat down across from everyone else, she went back to looking at the file open in front of her.

The rest of the team sat in silence and reviewed all the case files in front of them.

“Alright, I think we’re ready to give the profile,” Hotch announced and walked out the door to tell everyone else in the station to meet them in the conference room.

The team helped line the floor with chairs to make sure the whole police department would be able to get a spot, and once every chair was taken, the BAU stood in front of them.

“We believe this killer is a male, mid to late 20s, with very severe OCD,” Derek projected through the room.

“Most likely living in, or frequently visiting Beach Wood neighborhood.” JJ continued, and the rest of the team went around delivering the profile.

When the speech was passed to Reid, he froze for a moment, realizing he had been spaced out for the entirety of the profile and didn’t know what had and hadn’t yet been covered.

“Reid,” Hotchner nodded in his direction and the team turned to look at him, along with everyone else in the room.

“Right, um…” Reid brushed the hair out of his face and began frantically flipping through the case file, hoping it would somehow reveal what he was supposed to say.

After a long silence only combated with the rustling of Spencer’s files, Derek came to his rescue. “Remember to stay cautious and aware at all times, we believe this UnSub is armed and very dangerous. He will not hesitate before shooting. Now, let’s go catch this son of a bitch.”

The officers in the room grunted in agreement and gradually began to leave the room. The team followed suit, but Hotchner called Reid to stay back. “I’d understand if you want to sit the rest of this one out.” He subtly scanned Spencer’s face, analyzing his frazzled expression and far off look. “And, if you need to talk, I’m here.”

“That’s alright, I’ll keep working.” Spencer tried to turn around and walk away, but Hotchner stopped him again.

“I’m going to rephrase.” He paused, for dramatic effect, Reid presumed. “Sit this one out.”

“No!” Reid spun back around to face a shocked Aaron. “I don’t need to ‘sit this one out’!” He taunted, “I need this! I need this case!”

“Spencer,” Hotchner stared at the young man, appalled. “I’m getting the jet set up to take you home. Now.”

Yes! This is a series, I’m excited to continue. I’d be very happy to know if you’re interested in the sequels, or if you have any tips to improve my writing over all! Thank you for reading to the end!!