#gonorrhea is back

[auressea]

https://www.canada.ca/en/public-health/services/publications/drugs-health-products/canadian-antimicrobial-resistance-surveillance-system-report-2021.html

watching a tiktok and someone just described the black/blue gold/yellow dress meme as “one of the first things to ever go viral”

[wxvzkk]

i miss my pink hair so bad

[evita-shelby]

Happy wife, Happy life

Or Tommy gets drunk and assumes his wife is someone else so he sleeps on the floor instead

For @runnning-outof-time with the prompt 34) “I didn’t get your name.”

Gif by @cillianparadise

The sight of Tommy, this new Tommy who is always in control at all times, drunk as hell and stumbling into the bedroom, is a sight for sore eyes.

It is the old him, the one who laughed and loved horses and had ambition but not the sort to get you murdered by the Crown's most evil men.

“Did you have fun tonight, love?” You ask as your husband of four years stripped down to join you in bed.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I am sure you’re a catch, but I got a wife.” He answers, perfectly serious too and lies down on the floor after taking his pillow with him.

You can’t help but laugh and tease him. Not like he’ll remember this tomorrow.

“Oh, so you’d rather sleep on the floor instead of your bed, Mr. Shelby?” you ask letting you arm hang over the edge of the bed and just low enough to bop his nose.

He hates it, and rolls his eyes at your immaturity.

“Yeah, happy wife happy life.” Tommy responds as if it made all the sense in the world.

Good boy, you say and he thanks you for the praise and rejects your advances while he’s at it.

“What if I told you your wife was in bed and can’t sleep without you with her?” you ask while you lightly pester him in ways only you did.

“Mhm, she’d shoot me if she caught me in bed with another woman, especially you.” He turned on his side and you paused as you raked your fingers through his mop of dark hair.

You.

Was there another tramp trying to woo him away from you?

You knew from the beginning that every woman here would sign off on their firstborn to be in his bed, and sell their soul to the devil to be in your shoes.

You were jealous, so much so that when he left for France you told him he could fuck a whore so long as you got to fuck a fella in return.

Your threat saved him from a bout of gonorrhea which Barney got from a whore who gave it to every man in the battalion save for Tommy.

“She doesn’t have to know,” you say keeping up the act so you know which woman you have to scare away from your fucking husband.

Couldn’t these ladies see the wedding band in his finger?

“She will, you aren’t exactly doing yourself any favors working in the pub, Miss. Miss?” Tommy faltered forgetting the name of the mousy barmaid. Looked like Jane Seymour , with that holier-than-thou face that got Anne Boleyn short of a head. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“Grace. Grace Burgess.” You filled in the blanks and knew you’d make the blonde bitch leave Birmingham and scurry the fuck back to Belfast or your name isn’t Y/N Shelby.

Part 2

[skinwalker-bratz]

Why you shouldn't date the creeps.

They are probably older than you, even if you are around 19-20 years old, their mentality can be very different. (not only because of their age but because they are killers, right)

Your dick is really big (regardless of whether you are AFAB or not) and they would be scared.

Your cold and calculating Sigma personality has too much rizz for them. 🤓

No, they don't like your hello kitty collection. (They suck)

If you ever manage to kiss one of them you will catch 192,938 diseases in the same second, ranging from HIV, hepatitis b, gonorrhea, leptospirosis, and ridma.

If by chance you end up in a relationship with one of them, it won't be romantic at all, I say from experience When I met a girl who wore a strange mask and the proxy symbol on her wrist, I didn't even know her well but she seemed to know me very well and I saw her watching me from the woods in my neighborhood. Until one fine day I left the door open so that if my father came back in the early hours of the morning he could come in since he didn't have the key and I went to sleep. When I woke up I saw myself chained in a dark and dirty place and she was sitting on a chair in front of me, until she took off her mask and saw an Asian girl with straight hair and said "Now no one will be able to separate us" And she laughed in front of me. Luckily I managed to escape and found a cell phone with internet access and I'm typing here to ask for help because I don't know when she'll find me, I know she must be after me right now, sometimes I hear static and I feel sick, she must be nearby, help me.

They would be very assholes, for example if you lived with Jeff as a girl he would make you clean and cook for him. (for me it's not that bad because I like to know what I'm eating but not for others to know what they're eating hehe)

They don't exist. (maybe). And if you happen to already be dating one, seek help.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

sex witch tumblr ate my last ask i think but is it true gonorrhea can be passed through saliva? read a study to that effect but it sounds so fake since it's a *sexually* transmitted disease. like i can't figure out which is more likely: someone removed a condom without my knowledge (i cruise so it's possible but I almost never turn my back on hookups for this very reason!) or I just got it from making out

hi anon,

what a fun question! and to answer it: probably yes! in the past five years or so there's bee increasing evidence of saliva as a vector of transmission for gonorrhea, meaning that it can be spread via mouth-to-mouth contact in addition to sexual fluids.

for the record, "sexually transmitted infection" isn't a designation that necessarily means something is solely transmitted via sex, just that sex is a common way. herpes, for instance, is passed easily through skin-to-skin contact, and children are commonly infected by kisses from their parents; HIV can be transmitted by the sharing of needles in addition to sex; and pregnant people with syphilis can transmit it to a fetus via the placenta before the baby is even born.

[whencyclopedia]

Discovery of Penicillin

The age of antibiotics began in September 1928, with the discovery of penicillin by Alexander Fleming (1881-1955), then a professor of bacteriology at St. Mary's Hospital in London. Previously there were no effective treatments against a range of bacterial infections from pneumonia to sepsis.

Penicillin became the basis for curing bacterial infections including smallpox, cholera, tuberculosis, scarlet fever, pneumonia, gonorrhea, meningitis, and diphtheria. Later antibiotics would form a class of medicines designed to combat, and cure, bacterial infections but also prevent the further growth of such infections.

Background

The use of fungi and molds, which contain antibacterial substances, to treat bacterial infections can be traced back to ancient cultures around the world, but these early attempts were unable to identify the component that provided the medicinal effect. Joseph Lister (1827-1912), an English surgeon and the "Father of antisepsis," recognized the antibacterial component of mold, but did not publish his findings. In the 1870s, Robert Koch (1843-1910), a German biologist, and Louis Pasteur (1825-1895) and Jules Francois Joubert (1834-1910), two French biologists, discovered the germ theory, which established that particular bacteria cause specific diseases. Additionally, they proved that the effects of introducing certain bacteria to various cultures inhibited the growth of more deadly bacteria.

The discovery of penicillin represented a turning point in medical history while Fleming would later be recognized by Time magazine as one of the most influential people of the 20th century:

When I woke up just after dawn on September 28, 1928 I certainly didn't plan to revolutionize all medicine by discovering the world's first antibiotic, or bacteria killer. But I suppose that is exactly what I did.

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[postsforposting]

it seems the consensus on the last deadpool scene where they're at the party and logan says "talk to the girl"....is that he was telling wade to get back together with vanessa. that he was "letting him go" or thought they belonged together, that wade would be happier if he had her. instead of himself.

i don't think so? he says "talk to", not "go get". wade does indeed need to talk to vanessa. she isn't looking at them, like they're not even there. she's looking past them.

wade felt like he didn't matter while he was with vanessa. right after bringing her back to life. in teh flashback where she says she can't reach him, she also says the avengers turning him down was a while ago. she says he isn't letting her "go through it" with him. she doesn't say "i don't want you", but the kicker is....wanting doesn't make having. it just doesn't work out.

first thing wade says when he meets wolverine is "i need you". and then he gets him. carrying him home. and the whole movie is about them "going through it" together. wade was going to let himself die in order to save wolverine. that's some high trope romance.

wolvie knows wade isn't getting back with vanessa. the nod she gives after wade says "even if you don't want me, i did it for you"? well, he lies. he did it for wolvie. in the picture he shows wolvie, it's not vanessa you notice: it's yukio and dopinder. he was ready to leave his own timeline, twice, just to have something that mattered. he tried to leave his own world, permanently, which would have left vanessa behind: first in joining the avengers from a different universe, then in what he thought was joining the tva. and finally in not letting logan be the sacrifice even though he volunteered.

because what matters most to wade isn't vanessa. it was his own perception of himself. right up until wolvie needed rescued. had he done all this for vanessa, he would have let wolvie die. because he still believes he doesn't matter....right up until wolvie matters so much that he doesn't let him die.

"an armadillo fucked a gremlin angrily in a bed of gonorrhea, and didn't stop till the sun came up" aka exactly what wade and logan did. logan's face is indulging the antics up until the end with a long suffering sigh, when he realizes it's not just about the dog but about them. remember wade said the van was invented to compete with chlamydia? which is called "the clam", an obvious reference. and if you're not having the clam, then you're having.....the gay clap bus.

i think wade is the armadillo and wolvie's the gremlin. because armadillos carry leprosy, aka flesh rotting disease. as dogpool is the result of the angry fucking.....dogpool is their child. the child wade was dreaming about but couldn't have because he's not having vaginal sex...aka GAYYY.

(and if he's now gay, that means becoming a superhero made him gay. which is why he left vanessa in the first place. and he's choosing wolvie over vanessa because he'd much rather die gay than live with a woman)

(and you thought it couldn't get gayer)

[uncanny-dedp00l]

The Homoerotic Imagery of the Honda Odyssey Fight in the film Deadpool and Wolverine: a comprehensive essay

The famous Honda Odyssey scene. It has gone sensational throughout fandom spaces for being a passionate fight scene between the movie's leads. Starting with an emotional monologue from Wolverine (filled with what can be taken as some projection, but that is another topic), and ending with a somewhat peace formed between the two. Of course, to most casual movie-goers watching, it was probably just another fight scene. However, to the trained fandom eye, it is much more.

The main thing that makes it more coded towards being a sex scene than merely an angry fight between buddies is the music. A good majority of the tracks in this film are love songs, and this one is no exception. Originally written for the film adaptation of *Grease*, it's about a girl transforming herself to win her love back and wanting him to "shape up" for her. This goes along with the film plot of Wolverine needing to "shape up" to help Deadpool save his world.

The other thing that leans for the sex allegory is the poses and positioning. Most obviously is where they are bent over the front of the car though the windshield, directly on top of each other. Also though is the angle where Deadpool is bent back out through the back windshield and snaps his arm back into place. There's lots of instances of being on top of each other and "exchanging bodily fluids" (in the form off blood). Somehow even more intense than being bent over the car is the small moment where Wolverine gives a small smile as blood splashes onto his face, clearly enjoying himself.

There are many who could say this is all coincidence or just queerbaiting jokes, but there are so many instances in this film of romantic subtext that at which point does it just become the main text of the film? While that is debate for another day, there is more than enough evidence for the Honda Odyssey fight to have been something more.

Finally, while the dialogue itself makes jokes about it, it's much deeper than that. The implications had to be there when writing, as there is no way this much homoeroticism can be entirely on accident. The extreme uses of sex tropes for the scene is the main reason, specifically the closing shot of the van rocking as blood sprays onto the sign saying "coexist." Deadpool and Wolverine quite certainly "coexisted" inside that car for sure. Additionally, at the very end of the film when introducing Blind Al to Dogpool, Deadpool says: "like an armadillo fucked a gremlin, angrily, in a bed of gonorrhea and didn't stop til the sun came up," which sounds a bit like what happened in the Odyssey.

[unhetalia]

England headcanons (pt. 1):

Chain-smokes like a motherfucker. Alfred, who doesn't smoke and pretends very hard to think smoking is disgusting, hasn't yet realised where his secret smoking kink comes from.

Currently works for British Intelligence/has infiltrated his own government.

Carries around either a cane or umbrella that hides a sword even though he has never ONCE had to use it. He just feels more comfortable having a sword. (He does also carry around a gun, which, in contrast, has been used often.)

Also carries around his own pen, and absolutely loathes the thought of using someone else's. The pen is a first edition Michel Perchin Serpent in Champagne LE Fountain Pen given to him by Alfred - only ten were ever made and it cost a cool 8k. While Arthur has more valuable things - especially from his time as a pirate and back when he personally knew his royal family - the pen is still one of his most prized possessions.

His favourite tea is actually French Earl Grey - which is Earl Grey with rose petals. Not actually French? But Arthur's still pretty annoyed about it.

As mentioned in a few of my other posts - Arthur is incredibly physical and has kept up with sword fighting and various martial arts over the years, and regularly goes to the gym. He's very disciplined about it.

Tends to eat only for fuel as opposed to enjoyment whenever he's left to his own devices.

If pressed, Arthur will admit his best friend is Francis. Francis would say the same about Arthur.

(Despite their individual body counts, Francis and Arthur have never slept with each other.)

(Arthur doesn't have a lot of friends and has a strained relationship with his siblings, and has always felt that people don't like spending time with him. Even when he was on top of the world, working with his government to become an Empire, he still felt like an underdog.)

On that note, Arthur worked with his government longer than the other Nations, and was a huge part of establishing the British Empire. It made his already fraught relationship with his siblings even worse, and he regrets a lot of it.

Nations get scars very rarely, because very few things have the ability to give them scars - magical weapons is one of those things. Out of all the Nations, England has the most scars.

England is amazing at knitting and crochet, and he gifts Francis crocheted figurines from French cartoons for his birthday every year, which Francis adores. He also knits Canada scarves and gloves and beanies whenever he remembers him.

One of Arthur's most embarrassing memories is getting gonorrhea during his pirate days. He didn't have sex for a month after his healing kicked in - a record back then - and he became a lot more diligent in procuring and using the linen sheaths they used as condoms at the time.

Three of Arthur's back molars are implants made of real gold.

Alfred is the first (and last) person Arthur will say he's ever fallen in love with BUT the closest he's come is with another American - a nurse that took care of him during World War I. She was blonde and blue eyed and once shouted Arthur down when he insisted on continuing to fight even with a bullet lodged in his shoulder. She completely disappeared in April 1917, just before the Americans officially joined the war. He sometimes wonders what happened to her.

[astrobiscuits]

Chiron: where is our physical (and mental) wound?

I'm currently reading a book about Chiron (did you know it's actually half asteroid, half comet? me neither), which inspired me to make this post. I'm in no way an expert in medical astrology, just a curious owl that wants to learn more about every branch of astrology out there (my Sag Venus loves it!!🤭)

DISCLAIMER!!! I'm not a doctor. If you've been feeling any symptoms described here, TALK WITH YOUR DOCTOR, NOT WITH ME

Observation: Before we dive in, i'd like to mention that the position of Chiron in the houses is important. Not every house placement suggests having a poor physical condition. The most prominent Chiron placements when it comes to having a medical condition are: Chiron in 1st house (house of self, visible illnesses), Chiron in 5th house (illnesses since birth/early childhood), Chiron in 6th house (house of health, if Saturn is also sitting there it points to chronic illnesses), Chiron in 8th house (house of death, may point to severe diseases or poor reproductive health) and Chiron in 12th house (house of the unconscious, deals with mental illnesses)

Honorable mention to Chiron in 3rd house and Chiron in 9th house as they represent accidents while travelling. If Chiron is heavily afflicted in these houses (unless it's also conjuncting Jupiter), it may point to...let's just say you're gonna be in a hospital bed in a vegetative state, but remember, nothing has a 100% possibility of happening, you're just more susceptible to it happening. I suggest checking the position of Chiron in Solar Return charts for the possible timing of it happening (look for Chiron in 3rd house/Chiron in 9th house as it activates your natal Chiron)

Without further do, let's dive in⚕️

Chiron in Aries: frequent headaches, frequent nose bleeds, teeth problems (sensitive teeth, tooth decay), deafness, skull fractures, cerebral anemia, brain tumours, hemophilia, epilepsy, BPD

Chiron in Taurus: frequent colds, frequent voice loss, thyroid problems (goiter, hyperthyroidism, hypothyroidis, etc.), tonsilitis, OCD

Chiron in Gemini: lung problems (asthma, tuberculosis, pneumonia, etc.), speech problems (stuttering, cluttering, mutism), alzheimer's disease, ADHD, OCD

Chiron in Cancer: frequent stomach pain, prone to lactose intolerance, (for girls) breast lumps, breast cysts, breast infections, nipple discharge, depression, anxiety

Chiron in Leo: prone to insolation, frequent heart palpitations, chest pain, hypertension, hypotension, arteriosclerosis, scoliosis, kyphosis

Chiron in Virgo: frequent bloating, prone to gluten intolerance, chronic allergies, diabetes, rabies, autism, ADHD, OCD

Chiron in Libra: prone to acne, frequent lower back pain, disc herniation, spondylolisthesis, chronic kidney disease, kidney stones

Chiron in Scorpio: frequent pain down there, chlamydia, gonorrhea, syphilis, HIV/AIDS, depression

Chiron in Sagittarius: frequent pain in the hips, prone to hips dislocation, cirrhosis, sciatica

Chiron in Capricorn: prone to knees dislocation, osteoarthritis, bone problems (osteopenia, osteoporosis), gout, depression

Chiron in Aquarius: electrical injuries, shin splints, osteofibrous dysplasia, ankle sprain, ankle fractures, poor blood circulation, schizophrenia

Chiron in Pisces: prone to break toes, athlete's foot, bunions, addison's disease, hormonal deregulation, aphantasia, psychosis, schizophrenia, anxiety

Yes, i'm aware of the fact that it's a generational planet and it moves very slowly through signs

BONUS: It's important to take into consideration all planets that conjunct, square or opposite Chiron (regardless if they're personal or generational) + the Ascendant for additional info about our illnesses

Ex. Let's take me as an example. My Chiron is in my 10th house in Capricorn squaring Saturn in 4th house (so double Capricorn energy) and Aries Ascendant. Guess what? I've got TMJ (basically a jaw disorder affecting the joints) and i've got it from my fam -_- (Saturn rules tradition i love my fam)

I also believe that having a heavy afflicted Chiron in general makes someone prone to having a medical condition, even if it's not in the houses mentioned previously (like in my case). However, these people are more focused on the main meaning of the house, not their health problems. They tend to ignore their health problems or they just don't care

I hope you enjoyed my post and found it insightful :)

What's your wound? Lmk in the comments your placements and your illnesses

Kisses xoxo

[camillelespanayesbtch]

Seven Devils All Around Me (18+)

Chapter Content: Eventual smut, graphic depictions of murder and violence, character death, power imbalance, manipulation, addiction, grief, discussion of sexual violence.

Chapter Content: Magic sedation, kidnapping, mind manipulation, mention of murder

Word Count: 2212

Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

I will block minors and ageless bios.

Chapter Three

Thanks to the little trinket of yours in her possession, it wasn’t terribly difficult to track you down through trace magic. Although, she didn’t really have to use it, not when you left such a delectable little trail of carnage in your wake. It was strangely comforting that she isn’t the only covenless witch- Us gals have to stick together, don’t you think? Nothing a little murder can’t fix, hm? Although the rate with which you’re going through witches is a little alarming, only because you should be leaving something for her. Selfish girl. Oh dear, sounding too much like your mother there? Forgive me. Not that it matters, you can’t hear her, and if you did- Oh well then… What a delicious scenario that would be… Now now, [Redacted] don’t get ahead of yourself, you still have to find the girl.

She takes a breath; this would be so much easier if she knew how to drive a car. Could she hire someone to drive her around? Although that would be quite expensive. Ha! She’s been alive for centuries, if she didn’t have a fat load of money, she should just jump into traffic. She gets her phone out and orders an uber, she’ll use a special touch to convince them to drive her around- a little harmless fun, hm? Oh don’t pull that face, she’ll save her real special touch just for you, sweet thing.

She smiles when an SUV pulls up in front of her, opening the door she leans in, looking at the man, “I have a favor to ask,” she says, “I need you to drive me a little longer than usual. Just call your-“ She gestures to his phone, wiggling her fingers somewhat, “Whoever is important in your life and tell them you’ll be busy. Kay?” She gets in the front and puts her seatbelt on, “Ah- No, no arguing, please. I don’t want a migraine.” She waves her hand slightly, the man’s eyes glowing briefly before he reaches for his phone, “Thatta boy. So nice to see a man do something he’s told to right away instead of moaning about it.”

He spends most of the drive trying to convince his wife? Girlfriend? Long-term partner? She didn’t really care that much, but whoever it is certainly wasn’t having it. Who cares? Seriously, who cares this much about someone going on a trip? And that trip is going to pay handsomely once she finds you. Or she could just- forget to pay him. What’s he going to do? As soon as she’s done, he’s not going to have a single clue as to where he is, let alone how he got there. His little rat brain will go back to thinking about the disgusting things men like him usually think about- Tits, booze, and how to cheat on their wives and get away with it, then gaslight her when she gets an STI check, and it comes back positive with gonorrhea by telling her she must have sat on the toilet after someone who had it. Maybe she’ll make him crash his car once she’s done, shouldn’t be too difficult, after all, men are simple, simple creatures. Dangle a little peach in their face and they start barking like dogs, frothing at the mouth for the chance to sink their teeth into delicate flesh. Now, that isn’t to say that she would never do such a thing, but at the end of the day, she’s a woman, and women, to put it simply, do things far, far better than any silly little man could ever. She loves marking pretty little things up, and she’s sure you’ll be next. You won’t say no to her. Not for very long anyway.

Tsk, don’t pull that face. There’s a difference between her doing it, and some man pawing all over you while you’re drunk and intoxicated, likely roofied by whatever little chemist friend they have supplying them. No, remember? She’s a woman. An incredibly attractive, beautiful, goddess of a woman. You’ll take one look at her and be drooling, she’s sure of it. Nobody has been able to resist her charms, her suave, her je ne sais quoi.  

She hums as she gets the man to follow her directions, the two of them driving for at least two hours before the track leads to a dirt road, “Stop the car,” she tells him. She waits until the car stop before opening her door and getting out, “Relax here for a while. Listen to some music, enjoy yourself- NO! Not like that. God, you are disgusting.” She slams the door shut, since when did enjoy yourself come to mean that? Men really can’t help themselves. She takes your toy from her pocket, feeling the thrum of energy under her fingertips. She lets out a purr, what a wicked little thing you are. Energy like a nuclear reactor and she couldn’t wait to witness it in person. She walks down the dirt road, it quickly turning into an overgrown, ivy and bramble covered path that claws at her coat and exposed skin.

The now wooded area was a cacophony of sound, birds calling to one another in a language she didn’t care to know- she wasn’t a green witch, why should she care about such things? There was crunching of twigs and leaves that likely were from the deer that populated the area, usually they were quiet, but assuming they feel safe in their natural habitat, the need for silence was unnecessary. Part of her felt a fondness for the gentle animals, drawn in by the softness in their eyes, but another part thought that they were weak and easy targets, their gentle nature making them vulnerable to being torn apart, sharp teeth bearing down on their tender skin, rending flesh from bone. Nobody has the fondness for the beasts that need to kill to survive, to live a full life. A tale as old as time.

She pauses for a moment, slowing her breathing down as to not break the silence that had lulled over the forest. She tilts her head slightly as she listens, her eyes closing to help her focus, waiting for the faintest of sounds that would indicate that you are in here too. Ah. There. The corner of her mouth twitches, turning upwards in a faint smirk as she hears the familiar sound of screaming followed by the whoosh as a burst of energy bursts through the trees. The leaves and branches don’t sway from it, it wasn’t a physical thing, more of a sensation that only attuned witches can feel, yet the explosion created by you was- Spot the difference, little witch. Her eyes open and she feels her body fill with desire, she needed that. She needed what you have, and she is going to take it. Every. Last. Drop.

The witch runs her tongue over her bottom lip, letting out a hum before heading in the direction of the blast. The closer she drew to you, the warmer it became, the familiar heat that only comes from fire. She can hear the crackling of wood as the heat makes the sap in the wood pop and break the bark, the leaves shriveling up as they’re consumed leaving behind nothing but a whisper of what they once were. She can see a newly formed clearing through the smoldering trees, many thinned out from the blast, and in the middle, you were standing there, your head turned up to face the sky, eyes shut. Oh how you look so glorious, a faint glow to your skin, her own skin prickling as she feels the immense energy radiating from you.

She carefully approaches you, being careful with each placement of her feet as to not step on anything that would give away her position. The faint smell of burning flesh hits her nose, had she not known they were human, she would have thought you had wiped out a wandering sounder of boars. The closer she drew to you, the more her fingertips crackled with energy. While it is incredibly tempting to antagonize you now, suck you dry, she wanted things to last a little longer.

Just as you open your eyes, she reaches out, purple flowing freely from her fingers and creeping towards you. The confusion in your eyes is delicious, “Oh sweetheart,” she chuckles, “There’s plenty of time for questions where we’re going. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” She winks at you as her magic breaks through your weak walls and enters your mind, your irises turning a deep purple as it takes hold.

You barely had the opportunity to react, your only thought being, “Who are you?” Why dear, I’m [Redacted] but that’s only for me to know right now, okay? Rest. Sleep. You need it. A little firecracker like you can’t go around blowing up like a poorly managed reactor and not exhaust yourself. Although the consumption of other people’s energy would keep you going for a while, eventually you will need to sleep, and then the craving will come back stronger than before.

Her magic softens your landing as you succumb to sleep, the witch standing over you and watching you rest. Your features were soft, no sign of anguish, grief, anger- Nothing. Just peace. Even your thoughts were quiet instead of that headache inducing overlapping of voices. She crouches down, brushing the back of her hand against your cheek, “No escaping me. You’ll thank me later, I’m sure.”

A cloud of purple envelops you both as she takes you both back to her house, the witch laying you down on the bed she recently added to her basement. Concrete was more flame resistant than her guest bedroom, and she recently had that remodeled, so she wasn’t about to let some nuclear reactor blow it up. “Welcome to your new home, Yn.”

While you sleep, she takes the time to try and make the basement a little more accommodating for you, restocking the small fridge-freezer with fresh fruit, drinks, some snacks and ready to eat meals. The little cupboard she fills with other snack items both salty and sweet, as well as putting sanitary items in the other one. While there is no bathroom down here for you, she still wanted you to be able to wash yourself even if it’s just with baby wipes. She turns and leans against the counter, watching you sleep. It must have been your first restful sleep since you killed your coven’s leaders, the witch having clouded your mind enough to keep the reminders of your crimes at bay. It wouldn’t do you any good to be constantly thinking of that, seeing your mother’s face burn and shrivel. She knew what that was like, the flashbacks still haunt her from her mother’s death, and while she hated her mother- there is still pain there. You will carry a similar pain for the rest of your life too.

She takes one last glance of you before pushing off the counter and heading upstairs, turning the basement light off then locking the door behind her. While she had anticipated it would take longer to find you than it had, she was also aware that you couldn’t help yourself. You were going out into the world looking for a fight, looking for men to lure to their demise. Oh no, no, don’t think for a second she is judging you. No, darling, no, far from it. How else do you think she has survived for as long as she has, hm? A girl’s gotta eat.

Get your mind out of the gutter, while she does have a penchant for pussy, she wasn’t meaning that kind of eating. No, the eating that comes from draining every ounce of energy from witches who got too big for their britches. The kind that satiates her magic use and fuels her lust for power. You can never have too much power, can you? And while claims that you couldn’t help it fell from your lips that fateful night, everyone knew better, didn’t they? That as soon as someone pissed you off or slighted you in some way, you just had to goad them into attacking you so it looked like you were defending yourself. Sure that friend of yours deserved it, and those boys from the recent Coven, but the rest? Oh darling… You just have a bloodlust- even a vampire would find stiff competition with you. Not that they were real, then again, people still think witches are just weirdos buying ‘potions’ and ‘spells’ from Etsy- those people were often oblivious to the true nature of the things they were dabbling in. Tempting fate, inviting energy into their lives that they mightn’t want. Vulnerable. Vulnerability, naivety, traits she found entirely too enticing, easiest way to- Ah, but there she goes again, talking about herself.

This isn’t about you [Redacted], this is about the little wolf in sheep’s clothing you have locked away in your basement for safe keeping. But for her, for her you will be a pretty little lamb, doing whatever she wants whether you like it or not. Hopefully you won’t fight for long, although she imagines it would make things far more interesting if you did. While she pretends like- Oh no, she better keep that little tidbit to herself. You’ll find out eventually. She will just have to be patient. Something she isn’t particularly good at. Practice makes perfect, baby. Practice makes perfect.

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Pen pal's - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader

Summary: Bill's childhood friend and neighbor writes him a letter after Henry is killed. They keep writing each other throughout the war, but following the events after Bastogne Bill sends a final letter that might end their future before it can really start.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, reader goes by childhood nickname, angst (mentions of war & healing from injuries), does have happy ending.

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: Full transparency, this one sorta got away from me but I let my creative muse take over and here we are. I was sitting on this idea for a minute and honestly, I love how it turned out. Hopefully y'all like it too! Comments, likes, and reblogs please!! Thank you!

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It was two weeks after Henry passed when a letter arrived for Bill. He didn't recognize the handwriting, but he knew the return address by heart. It was the house right next door to his childhood home. His suspicions of who it was from was confirmed once he started reading it.

Billy, I've spent the last week trying to figure out something comforting and eloquent to say but all I can come up with is; I'm so sorry about Henry. I can't imagine how you feel. I can't do much to make you feel better over there but I promise to help your mom and sisters with anything they need. You all have been a second family to me my whole life. I pray you stay safe and come home soon. Pip. P.S. I found this picture in one of my old journals and it made me smile. I hope it can do the same for you.

Bill flipped over the photograph that had been included and did, in fact, smile. It was three young kids laughing at the camera, completely covered in mud. He was pulled from the memory of that day when a hand grabbed the picture away from him.

"Henry, Billy, and me." Luz read the back of the picture out loud before flipping it around. "Who's the girl?"

"None of your business." Bill grabbed the picture back and stuffed it in his breast pocket, sending Luz a glare.

Not being fazed at all, Luz leaned over and skimmed at the letter Bill was still holding. "Billy? Who's Pip? Same girl from the picture?"

"Who made you the new Nixon around here? Fuck off, will ya."

"What's got Gonorrhea's in a twist?" Toye asked as he joined the two of them.

"Got some letter and picture from a girl." Luz wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"What, girl's not your type anymore?" Toye smirked at Bill.

"Both of you's, shut the fuck up. It's a neighbor I grew up with. She's like family."

"She cute?" Toye asked at the same time Luz said, "Is she single?"

"She's nothing to you two's or I'll break your jaws." With a final glare Bill folded up his letter and walked away. Toye and Luz smirked at each other, knowing this wouldn't be the last time they pissed him off about this mystery girl.

~~

Pip dropped the remaining pieces of mail on the ground and rushed to her room, eager to read the letter addressed to her in messy handwriting. She knew she was smiling like an idiot as she read it, but she didn't care.

Pip, I appreciate you reaching out and taking care of ma and the girls for me. I couldn't ask for anyone better to watch over them. You're picture did make me smile, something I haven't done much of lately. I can still hear our ma's chewing us out over ruining your dress. Said Henry and I were keeping you from being a 'proper lady'. And if I remember correctly your response was you'd be one "when pigs fly". Thanks for reminding me of happy times. Don't be a stranger. Billy.

Two weeks later, another letter arrived.

Pip, I saw a field with some horses in it today and I thought of you. How you always wanted to live just outside the city with some land to have a horse and lots of dogs. I hope you get to have that one day. Maybe I'll come by and visit when you do. Billy

The next day as Pip made to leave the house to drop her response off at the post office, she ran into her mother.

"Where you off to in such a hurry?" The gleam in her eye and glance down at the letter in Pip's hand made it obvious she already knew the answer. Pip decide to play along since she was an only child and her mother needed to fuss over someone now and again.

"Just sending a letter back to Bill." She'd stopped calling him Billy out loud to people, but that's who he'd always be to her.

"Yes, I saw he'd send another letter. His poor mother doesn't even get back to back responses that quick. Lucky girl." She mused, smiling at the blush forming on Pip's cheeks.

"It's not like that, we're just old friends."

"Of course. Well, check with his mother and see if they have any mail to send out along with yours." Pip nodded, gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and practically sprinted out the houses before any more questions or observations could be made.

~~

Bill couldn't figure out why he was so anxious after sending that second letter to Pip. She was just his neighbor, a life long family friend, like a sister... Well, not entirely like a sister. Henry always saw her like a sister, taking her under his wing and becoming the big brother she didn't have. His sisters saw her as an older sister, someone to play dress-up with and get boy advise from. But him...he'd never really seen her as that. She was family, absolutely. But not his sister.

When her response came, he wasn't sure if his anxiety got worse or better as he ripped it open.

Billy, I would have loved to have seen that field (although, maybe not during war time). I'm surprised you remember that, I think we were seven or eight when I came up with that idea. I never told you but I always imagined you'd live right next door to me and we'd see each other everyday, like we always did before this war. No matter where I end up, I'd still like you to visit. Pip

"Another letter from your 'family friend'?" Toye jumped down into the foxhole next to Bill.

"Why you sayin' it like that? She is a family friend. And what do you care who I get letters from?" Bill grumbled, folding his letter up and stuffing it inside his jacket.

"Luz said her name was, Pip. What's that about?" Toye asked, completely ignoring Bill's grumpy mood and response.

Bill gives a loud sigh, knowing that Toye isn't going to drop it and by extension neither will Luz until they've discovered everything to do with her.

"It's a nickname. Short for Pipsqueak. She was always this tiny little following me and Henry around back home."

"Sounds annoying." Toye says offhandedly, looking at his companion out the side of his eye. He see's a small smile form on Bill's face.

"At first, I guess. But honestly, it became so normal I never really thought about not including her in things." There's a long stretch of silence as they keep watch, then Bill speaks again. "She's family, but she's not my sister. Never has been. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, it does." Toye lights up a cigarette, passing one over to Bill. "Should tell her that someday." Bill doesn't respond, just lights up the cigarette and pulls a long drag from it.

~~

The weeks and months that follow are filled with countless letters sent back and forth. There's no declarations of love or detailed accounts of the war, just two people sharing memories or tidbits about their days.

Pip would fill in the blanks about what was going on with his sister's love lives; who was a bum, who seemed nice, who looked weird. Once she gave him the play by play, as she could remember it, of a dinner at his house with the whole family, her, her mother, and a new beau his sister Marie was dating. His name was Paul, but said to call him Paulie. Pip and his two younger sisters, Bianca and Isabella, were on the verge of giggles all night because his voice sounded so much like a parrot and they wanted to ask him if he wanted a cracker. Then there was the shameful cooking lesson their mom's tried to have with Pip, that resulted in five burned pies.

Bill would tell her about the country side they'd go through and different animals he would encounter. He'd also tell her about the guys and stupid shenanigans they'd get up to. How getting shot in the ass started to become an Easy Company right of passage. When he meets Babe, he tells her about another Philly kid that grew up not far from them and how he's alright. He tells her about a game of darts he played with Babe as his partner, against a George Luz and Buck Compton, saying how they lost but he knows if she'd been his partner they would have won because they always make a great team.

They share memories from their childhood, some including Henry some with just the two of them. When she comes across them, Pip sends old pictures of them for him to have. One he becomes especially fond of is them at 16; they're at the local fair, he's holding a huge teddy bear he's just won above his head with one arm, the other is thrown over Pip's shoulder and she's got her arms wrapped around Isabella's shoulders as the younger girl is standing in front of her. They're all smiling, but only Bill and Isabella are looking at the camera. Pip is looking straight at Bill.

He got a lot of ribbing and questions from the guys when that picture came, but he just told them all to 'fuck off'. By this point it was common knowledge that Bill did, but didn't, have a girl back home. The guys loved to annoy him but truly they were happy he had someone, not all of them did.

Slowly, almost naturally, the letter's started becoming more intimate. Not sexually but emotionally. Greetings went from Dear, to Dearest, then Darling, eventually landing on "My Billy/Pip". Signatures would mix some type of variation of "Love, your Billy/Pip" and "Always yours, Billy/Pip". There still hadn't been any type of declaration of feelings, but they'd often write each other about the future and things they wanted to do or see together. They were always together no matter the plan or idea that popped in their heads about life after this war.

Then one day, in a forest in the dead of winter, everything changed.

It had been months since Bill and Toye were shipped back to the hospital for their surgeries and rehabilitation before getting to go home. Months since he'd last responded to one of Pip's letters. He knew, she knew what had happened as he'd written his ma letting her know he was okay after a telegram went out about his injury from the army. He couldn't stand the idea of her being worried sick about him, not after what happened with Henry.

Pip never mentioned the accident, just kept her letters light and full of the day to day happenings. But they always ended the same way, "P.S. Take your time, I'm here when you are ready and I'll always be yours." Each new letter was like a dagger in his heart. He loved her, so much so that he was planning to ask her to marry him when he thought he'd be going home a whole man. But now, how could he ask her to be with him when he wasn't all she deserved?

One day, he grabbed some paper and a pen and started his own version of a Dear John letter.

~~

Pip was both relieved and terrified when she got a letter from Bill. He hadn't responded since being sent to the hospital to have his injury tended to. When his mother had gotten the telegram, all the army had said was that he was injured and being sent out immediately to their primary hospital. After what happened to Henry, she was in a terrible state so Pip pitched in as much as she could while wanting to breakdown herself. Soon enough a letter from Bill himself came and explained the situation as best he could and what was going on, but ultimately letting his mom and sisters know he was already. They'd all cried together when they read that. She waited weeks but no letter arrived for her. As time went on, she accepted that he needed time to heal and figure things out, so she kept sending him updates on his family and things in town, praying that one of them would trigger some type of response. Now she held one in her hands and she didn't know what it would contain.

Sitting in her room, she opened the letter and with each word felt her heart breaking.

My Pip, I am sorry I have not written. Truthfully, I have not known what to say. I know you must have gotten updates from my ma on my condition and I suppose that was the cowards way of letting you know and again, I am sorry. I didn't think this was how I would be telling you this but, I love you. I'm so damn, madly in love with you it's all I can think about lying here. But I can't keep this going any longer. You deserve someone not scarred, literally and emotionally, from this war and the horrors that have leaked inside me. I want you to have everything you've ever dreamed about. I just can't be the one to give it to you. I will love you till my last breathe. Love you always, Billy

With her letter crumpled in her hands, Pip curled up into her bed and cried until there was nothing left to come out.

~~

Bill knew he should feel lucky. Hell, he was the luckiest damn bastard he knew of right now. He was finally home after being away for years, seeing the worst of human nature, eating a home cooked meal surrounded by his mother and sisters that he'd missed terribly. But there was still a large aching hole in his heart the shape of the girl next door. He'd been home for a month and they'd yet to run into each other. He wasn't sure if he could handle seeing her after the letter he'd sent, but that didn't stop him from praying for just one glance.

His sisters had seen her a few times since he'd been home, but every time he asked how she was they just shot him a glare and changed the subject. They obviously knew enough to have picked her side and he couldn't blame them.

"You're awfully quiet tonight, William." His mother's voice brought him back to the present. "Everything okay?" He suddenly felt like a child again under her critical gaze.

"Yeah, I'm good ma." He slapped on a quick smile, which dropped quickly at hearing Bianca and Isabella snort and cough at the end of the table. "What's up with you two?"

"They're tired of you lying. We all are." Marie sent him a cold look.

"I'm not lying about anything." He clenched his jaw to keep his temper in check. These were his sisters, not the boys, he couldn't react like he wanted.

"Yes, you are. Pip is too. You're both miserable. We see it everyday. Just admit you made a mistake and apologize." Marie turned fully to face him and gave him a look that challenged him to deny any of it.

Before he could say anything, his mother cut in. "Girls, go to your rooms. I wanna speak with William. Go on." She gave them her no nonsense look when they didn't move fast enough. With a few grumbles they all left the room and the silence that over took Bill and her was tense.

"Ma, I don't want to talk about it." Bill sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"You don't have to speak, just listen, yeah? You're my child and when you have a child you pray that they find happiness and have all of their dreams come true. It sounds foolish, but that's the truth. Throughout the years, I've always believed that your happiness lie with Pip and when you started writing each other I knew I was right. Every time she would relay some story you wrote her or say "Bill said this, Bill said that" it was like looking in a mirror to when I first fell for your father. Once you've had a great love, you recognize it in other people. Now, looking at both of you all I can see is myself after your father passed. A sorrow that settles in the bones and your soul and never quite goes away. I know you had the best intentions in mind when you did, what you did, but if it's slowly killing you both inside was it really for the best?"

Bill couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, too afraid he'd completely break down, so he stared at his plate and fiddled with the table clothe. Eventually his mom got up, gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him alone with his thoughts.

~~

Two days later, Pip stood at the back door of the Guarnere house. She'd promised Bianca she'd help her pick a dress for her upcoming dance and after much back and forth, and almost tears, had agreed to come to their house only because Bianca swore Bill would be gone. As she entered the kitchen, she called out to Bianca but didn't receive an answer. She walked further into the house, heading towards the living room still calling out.

"Bianca? Anybody? Hello? I swear if she stood me up, I'm gonna kill her." Just as she finished her though out loud, she stopped dead in her tracks. In the middle of the room stood Bill on his crutches, holding her favorite flowers in one hand. Every time she opened her mouth to say something, she couldn't think of anything and closed it again. Eventually, Bill broke the silence.

"Don't be mad at Bianca, I bribed her to get you over here. I understand if you don't want to hear anything I have to say and walk out, but if you give me a few minutes I swear you'll never have to see me again if that's your wish." Hesitantly, Pip walked into the living room and followed Bill's lead by sitting on the sofa. Slowly she took the flowers from him and laid them in her lap, meeting his eyes.

"I've been practicing what to say all day, but can't seem to remember a damn thing now." He gave a humorless chuckled, clenching and unclenching his hands to steady himself. "What I did, all of it, is unforgivable. I...All I could think about in that hospital was all the things I wouldn't be able to do with you. All the things I might not be able to give you. I believed I was doing what was right, by pushing you away so you could find someone else. But underneath all of that I was scared too. Scared you'd see me now and think less of me. Would always look at me with pity in your eyes and I'd never be that great man you deserve. Now, I'm scared I've lost the only person that matters. Every day since I sent that letter, and especially since being home, it's felt like a wound is festering inside me and I can't fix it. I know I've hurt you, and I'll never forgive myself for that, but if you can just give me a chance to make it right I'll spend forever making it up to you."

Bill would've given her his beating heart if she asked for it. The longer the silence stretched, the more he was sure she would say goodbye. He held his breathe as one of her hands, shakily raised and cupped his cheek. She had tears in her eyes.

"How could I possibly look at you and think less? You've been everything I ever wanted since we were kids. And now everyone knows what I always knew, that you're a hero and a great man. We've had each other backs for forever, I don't think we should stop now. I don't care if we can't do certain things the way we talked about, we will find new ways to do them. All I want, all I've ever wanted, is you by my side. I'll accept your apology under on condition."

"Anything." His answer was immediate.

"Kiss me." The words were barely out when he pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips to her, firmly and with all the passion he had inside him.

Bonus scene: 6 months later

Everyone seemed to be having a good time; drinks were flowing, people were dancing, and in the corner taking a break from mingling, the bride and groom were sipping champagne and sneaking kisses.

"When can we leave?" Bill mutters, nipping her bottom lip quickly.

"I spent all day getting ready, I'm wearing this dress as long as possible." She half joked, taking a sip from her flute.

"I never said you had to take it off." Bill whispers in her ear, smirking at the blush on her cheeks.

"Control yourself and I'll let you take it off, however you want." She shoots him a wink and then grabs her purse, pulling a small box out of it. "Here, I have a gift for you."

Bill raises an eyebrow, taking the box from her. "What is it?"

"Just open it." She smiles at him.

Bill pulls the top off and pulls out a little figurine, laughing instantly. It's a small pig with wings attached. When pigs fly. He looks back and her and cups her cheek.

"I love you, Mrs. Guarnere."

"I love you, Mr. Guarnere."

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heyyy love ur stuff btw! Could you maybe do hc’s of how our boys when someone is being mean to the reader? Thanks ;)) Maybe like a modern AU? Or any AU you’d prefer, thank you!

Aaaaaaaa thank you for the ask friend!! I love this idea!!! So I pictured this in a Modern!AU where the pair is at a coffee shop waiting on their order. The Boy puts his arm around them and the person next to them just sneers and goes “Can y’all get a room? Or at least be with someone nice to look at?” OBVIOUSLY referring to y/n with just a palpable amount of spite and venom.

Dick Winters

I see him just hugging you tighter and maybe turning his back to the guy, like, if he's gonna be an ass about Dick's favorite person he doesn't deserve the time of day. He'd say something so sweet too like, “if you think anyone could be more beautiful than them, you need to get your eyes checked,” before planting a kiss on your cheek and grabbing your drinks.

Lewis Nixon

I can see him definitely getting irritated but also seeming kinda baffled? Like I can see him just saying something like, “Are you serious right now? You see how gorgeous they are, right? Who hurt you, man?” Like he’d be so genuine about it too, even scoffing and shaking his head while y’all walk out with your drinks - like, how tf can someone say that about the most perfect human on earth???

Ron Speirs

I have a strong feeling that the guy’s words leave his mouth before he saw Ron, because I just imagine the dude being Christianson in Bastogne, like, he see’s Speirs’ face and just feels as though he has Met His End. So all Speirs does is put his arm around you and say, “you wanna try that again?” the guy just stutters and replies, “you make a lovely couple,” before scurrying away. I can soooo see Ron just having a smug smile on his face before giving you a kiss.

Harry Welsh

Ok so considering this man got demoted from sergeant to private three (3) different times due to getting in fights I have a feeling he would just be like “OH ITS THAT KINDA PARTY HUH? YOU WANNA TRY SAYING THAT AGAIN ASSHOLE??” Like this dude could be twice Harry’s size but your Boy can and will throw hands to defend you and he’s not afraid to get hurt while doing it. 10/10 needs you to help with his bruised knuckles after but he apologizes and y’all enjoy your drinks (specifically savoring it because y’all got banned from the coffee shop).

Eugene Roe

I feel like this could go two ways - A) he tells the guy off (“why don’t you mind your business asshole”), holds you close to him, and grabs your drinks without saying a word, or B) he grabs you by the waist and just goes to town trying to merge your mouths into one. This man would just do everything in his power to put on display his love and passion for you. Soon enough the dude will get weirded out and leave, but not before Doc performs award-winning CPR.

Bill Guarnere

Oh boy we got Party Boy #2 over here. “Why don’t you shut ya yap before I shut it for ya?” Your mans would square up to the dude no questions asked. If the dude steps down, Bill would just say, “yeah, that’s what I thought,” before proudly putting his arm around you. If the dude makes a poor decision and steps up to Guarnere… next thing you know poor Bill is apologizing to you while you hold his cold brew up to his black eye to keep the swelling down… the dude apologized though! All thanks to Ol’ Gonorrhea.

Joe Toye

I feel like his reaction is betwixt Guarnere and Nixon. Like, for one thing, he’s genuinely confused. He just gives the dude his classic Eyebrows before pulling you close to him. At first he won’t say anything, but if the dude keeps going he’ll just say to him in a low voice, “you looking for a fight pal?” Honestly that would be enough to scare the dude away while Joe just hugs you tight and kisses your temple before the barista calls your names.

George Luz

This boy would twist the dude’s words perfectly. “Oh you’re absolutely right, they could get someone WAY hotter than me!” before smirking over at you. You can’t help but give George a playful smack on the chest before laughing with him and laying your head on his shoulder… then he’d totally just look at you and think “how’d I get so lucky???” we love a silly soft boi

Joe Liebgott

Fighty Boy #3 and you can’t tell me otherwise. It’d be similar to Guarnere on the ship - he’d have to make sure he heard the dude right at first… “What’d you just say?” like you can feel his angy levels rising by the second. The dude just goes, “you heard me,” and before anyone can even blink the dude is knocked out on the ground, like, the swifest punch known to man and it came from your boyfriend (kinda hot ngl) and you just give him a Look before he smirks and kisses the air from your lungs and… why were you mad at him again? And why are you getting thrown out of the cafe???

Floyd Talbert

Ok so remember how Roe gave you life-saving CPR? Tab’s first instinct is life-taking CPR, like, this man just glares at the dude before pulling you close by your waist (and maybe a hand on your ass because its Tab) and just going to TOWN on your lips, neck, wherever he can reach just to show the idiot dude how in love with you he is and how stupid he was to make that comment… of course instinctively your hands to Tab’s hair and y’all just get Lost in the Sauce and when the barista calls y’all’s names you don’t even hear them.

Shifty Powers

Asdf sweet baby angel would just hold you close and whisper to you, “I’m sorry you had to hear that, you don’t believe him right?” Just keeping all his attention on you and hugging you close with both arms just lovingly wrapped around you, both of y’all forget everything else exists and you just happily hold each other for a bit before you get your drinks (this is all unless shifty has his rifle then the dude’s Time Has Come courtesy of Darrell C. Powers).

ngl this might've been the most fun I've had writing something 🤣 Thank you again for the ask love!! Hope you have a wonderful day!

[the-unholy-sovereign]

[{]¤| Hail Satan |¤[}] 💀Shivah "Shiva"

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♾NUBIAN CREED: SATANIST: THE DARK GOD OF VOODOO. . . .

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♡I got all the kings except the fucking Leviathan of shit, I hate you, bad boy. I wish you would go back to your fucking childhood of shit gonorrhea.🖕🖕🖕

[vintageneptune92]

Burn The Shadow- 2

Here is Chapter 2- This is a long one. I really wanted to establish Gia's past. Let me know if you're enjoying it!

Rafael watched Gia from afar for a moment. She hadn't seen him yet; he hoped his presence would be welcomed. He didn't think she should be alone for this. Though he wasn't quite sure why she was going to an execution. He thought perhaps she was coming to see a case to its end.

His peace offering had smoothed the choppy waters. They were friends now, but they hadn't reached the sharing of deep dark secrets. He didn't take it personally; even if he did, he hadn't exactly been an open book either. It had hit him a few weeks after they had buried the hatchet- it was the first time in a long time he had met someone that he wouldn't mind flipping through his pages.

After the Micha Green case, she had admitted that she didn't date in High School because she was so young. Her peers didn't understand her. Her first boyfriend had been in college and it was disastrous. It was the first real bit of information about her past she had offered up. He thought he was really getting somewhere, but Lewis taking Olivia had shaken her and she was back ro surface level information when he was dying for more.

They had gotten into the habit of meeting at Forlini's to talk about cases. He loved the way her mind worked. She helped him look at things differently. Her laughter when she said "I never thought I would utter the words 'use the gonorrhea', but here we are. Though I really thought you would be able to use it." She had also vehemently defended him when Amaro had given him a hard time over Alex Muños. Gia didn't like how he went after Barba, she felt strongly that he didn't deserve it.  After the trial, she had stopped into his office with Coffee. She had set it in front of him with a smile.

"It's decaf, I figured you didn't need any more caffeine. Also, it's Irish." She pointed at the cup of coffee and  as she turned to leave, he had asked her to stay. She nodded and sat down at his desk with her own cup of coffee. He was sure it was also a little Irish.

"Thank you for defending me."

"Rafaél-" It was the first time she had uttered his first name. She said it with the Spanish pronunciation and it stirred something in him that he quickly quelled. "I knew you would do the right thing. You just needed a little more time to see it. He was one of your closest friends. It's hard sometimes to see people for what they are when they are right in front of you."

Amaro had called him. Gia had been giving him the cold shoulder since that case. His aggressiveness really bothered her. Amaro was upset she was pushing him away. He was the only one Gia told about her unlikely friendship with the A.D.A. Amaro had seen the execution notice on Gia's desk. When Amaro had asked about it, she shut him down. He didn't know who she knew that was being executed, but, he knew she would need support. He had wanted to take her and she refused. So he called Barba and asked him to go.

Her stony expression crumpled into confusion when she saw him. "How did...why...how are you here?"

"Amaro called. He didn't think you should be alone."

"I-I can't" as she stuttered, some of the chips of her armor were falling away.

"Gianna." His use of her full name got her attention. "You don't have to tell me anything. I'm just here for you." She nodded. He could almost see her insides twisting. He thought she was going to turn around and leave. She had taken a few more steps toward him and then turned and looked back from where she came until he reached out and took her hand. "I mean it. I won't ask a single question. I'm just here for you."

"Okay." She whispered and he led her into the building. They walked silently once they were allowed in. He felt his hand pull when she stopped right outside of the door. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She gave him a slight nod.

"I have to." She had steeled herself. The armor was back in place. They walked into the room and she headed to the front row. Sitting there waiting was giving Barba anxiety. He didn't know how she knew this person. He hadn't had the opportunity to look up who he was. Amaro had called him with just enough time for him to get in his car and drive. He had arrived just moments before her. His head whipped to look in her direction when the name was read, "Gabriel Pierce", but she gave him nothing. Her face was stone. As he was brought in, Barba knew there were only two options, cousin or brother. He was too young to be anything else. His final statement was only 3 words. "I'm sorry, Gigi." There was a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, but so slight the only reason why Barba saw it was because he was sitting so close to her. It was the slowest and fastest thing he had ever witnessed. When it was done, she rose to her feet and placed her palm on the glass. The rest of the witnesses quickly left.

"Take as long as you need, Detective Pierce." They knew her here. She must have come to visit, at least,  often enough. When she heard the door click, he rose quickly when he noticed her hands trembling. "I'm sorry too, Gabe. You deserved so much better." His name was uttered with a sob. If Barba hadn't stood when he did, he never would have caught her when her knees gave out. He held her tightly to his body while holding the back of her head. As her sobs shook the both of them, they cut sharply through his insides.

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Gia had used a car service to get there. Barba was happy she wasn't going to be driving home. They sat in his car in silence. Barba didn't know what to say. When her sobs had finally stopped, he put his arm around her and led her out of the building.

He glanced over at her a few times and she was fixed on looking out the window. He wanted to find words to make her feel better. The urge to ask questions was eating at him, but he had promised he wouldn't. He wouldn't break that promise. He had never been so agonized by silence. He turned down her street and parked in an empty spot.

"Why did you park?"

"I'm not leaving you alone."

"I'll be fine."

"I know, but I'm staying for a while."

They walked together in silence into the apartment building. The doorman had treated Gia warmly, Rafael could see the concern flash on his face when he saw her demeanor. It made Rafael feel a little relieved that she was in a secure building with people that knew her well enough to register concern if she didn't seem okay. There was a risk in both of their professions. It was a nice building, he was impressed. She lived right near Central Park.

He followed her silently down the hall when they got off of the elevator. It registered to him that Gia allowing him into her home was big for her. Her door was red. In fact, it was the only door that was red. It looked older than the doors on the other units.

The apartment was a large open space. When they walked in, they were in the living room. To the left of the door was a dining room area and behind the living room portion was a kitchen with an island in the middle lined with 4 high back stools. Cabinets were to the left of the island and formed and L shape that lead to oven, a sink with a dish washer below and a double door stainless steel refrigerator. To the far right of the kitchen were sliding glass doors that led to a balcony. The entire area was floored with a dark hard wood. The walls were painted a pale blue, so pale it was almost white. The cabinets were painted a darker blue.

He appreciated the simplicity of it. The living room had a couch that would fit 3 people, 4 if it was a tight squeeze. There was a love seat and a large chair that two people could fit in with a decent size ottoman. The wall in the living room consisted of built in book shelves that were almost completely full. Mostly with books, but also pictures, an impressive vinyl collection and what he assumed were momentos and memories from her life. He felt like he was intruding on some of the deepest parts of her.

"I'm going to go change. I'll be right back."

"I'll be here." Her eyes lingered on him for a moment and she headed down the hall that was between the dining room and kitchen. He could tell the wall color of the hallway was the same as the rest of the apartment. He wandered over to the shelves to look at the pictures. His eyes immediately went to a picture of Gia, Gabe and another boy who was older than the other two. It was clear from this picture that Gia was the youngest and the unnamed boy was the oldest. The boys both had a sandy blonde hair. Gabe's hair was cut short, while the other boy's was longer on top and had waves to it. They both had bright blue eyes. Gia's hair was a light ash blonde when she was a little girl, her hair now was a few shades darker, but still had an ashy tone to it. He had wondered if her curls were natural, they were almost too perfect to be. He couldn't help but smile at the wildness of the curls that framed her face as a child. Her bright smile was the best part of the picture. Her eyes were a stunning dark blue. It was clear the boys were brothers. Gia could definitely be there sister, but he wasn't 100% sure.

"He was my brother." Her voice was hoarse. Barba hadn't realized that he had been staring at that single picture for so long. He turned and looked at her. She was perfectly imperfect. Her hair had the wildness of her childhood and was secured in a messy bun on her head. She was wearing short black bicycle shorts, she must have put a baggy white t-shirt on, the hem of it was a few inches longer than the royal blue hoodie she had put on.

His eyes were dragged to her left thigh. She had a large tatto of an intricate black dreamcatcher over what looked like water color purple, blue, and light turquoise. He couldn't help himself.

"Nice ink Detective." Her cheeks grew pink, the paleness of the rest of her face made it stand out more. He gave her a small half smile which caused a ghost of the one to cross hers and then it disappeared quickly.

He watched her as she walked to the refrigerator and pulled a bottle out of the freezer. She pulled out two glasses and filled them half way with the amber liquid. She opened the refrigerator and poured some maraschino cherry juice into one. As she put the bottle back in the freezer she reached in a plopped a few ice cubes into what he knew was her glass. She drank it all of the time, bourbon with cherry juice. He teased her that she couldn't drink it straight like a grownup. She had said she wanted to enjoy her drink, not prove a point. She walked over to where the couch was and set their glasses on two coasters on the table across from the couch that was painted the same color as her cabinets, but it had white roses intricately painted on it.

She looked over at him. "How...how long are you going to stay?" He watched as she bit into her half of her bottom lip. It made him realize that she wanted him there because she truly didn't want to be alone, but she was too afraid or proud to ask.

"As long as you want me to." He watched her contemplate for a moment.

"Well you might want to get at least a little more comfortable." He walked over to the door and slid his shoes off. He took his suit jacket off and hung it on the back of a dining room chair and then removed his tie as well. He left his suspenders on, but rolled his sleeve up.

When he turned back around, she was sitting in the middle of the couch with her knees drawn to her chest watching him. He walked over and sat to her right so he could sit closer to her. He could see the wheels turning in her head. She was trying to decide what to say, how much she was going to let him in.

"The other boy in the picture is my older brother Grayson." Rafael put his arm behind her on the couch and turned toward her slightly.

"Are you close?" He asked tentatively. She nodded.

"He works in finance. He, my niece and sister-in-law live in the city. Like the super rich section of the city."

"You don't exactly live in the poor section of the city." She rolled her eyes at him.

"This apartment was my grandmother's. She passed away while I was finishing my Bachelor's. She left it to me and Gray. I told him we should sell it and split the profits. He refused. Our Grandmother lived her for a long time, after my dad had grown up. Gray said he wanted me to be able to live off campus when I started my Master's at Columbia. He also said that he didn't need the apartment. He was already really successful at that point. He thought that if he let me live here when I was working towards my doctorate, that I would stay in the city when I was done. He couldn't stand the idea of me not being close. He and I have always been close. He was nine when I was born. He made it his job in life to protect me."

"You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. What about you and Gabe?" She slowly let her legs slide down and away from her chest. She leaned forward and took a long drink from her glass and then leaned back and rested her head on the back of the couch and closed her eyes for a moment. After a few moments she opened her eyes again.

"Gabe had classic middle child syndrome. He was almost four when I was born. He had a hard time adjusting to not being the baby of the family anymore. I think it made it harder that I was the only girl. It wasn't until I was ten that we started to get along. I always felt like he hated me. I think becoming a teenager made him shift his ire from me to our parents and Grayson. Especially Grayson. He always thought Gray loved me more."

"What happened Gia?" She leaned forward again and downed the rest of her drink. When she was done, she shifted closer to him to on the couch, and then she put her head in her hands. He immediately felt guilty. He slid his hand down to the middle of her upper back and lighted rubbed circles on it. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I'm sorry I asked" She wiped her eyes before she sat up and sniffed. He kept his hand on her back.

"I want to. I need to. I can't...I can't keep this in. I've been so alone in this for so long." She swallowed and took a few moments to regain some composure. "Gabe was an angry kid and my parents, especially my mom, didn't know how to handle him. She was so hard on him when in reality, he just needed more affection. My dad wasn't as hard as my mom, but he wasn't great at showing affection to either of my brothers. Old school Italian. It didn't bother Gray. He was just built differently. It wasn't that he didn't love them, he just didn't know how to show it like he did with me. Gray had no tolerance for Gabe. I was the only one that ever stood up for him, even when he didn't deserve it. In retrospect now, Gabe is- was on the spectrum. His intense need for fairness and justice was intolerable to my mother." She paused and took a few deep breaths. He didn't dare say anything. He didn't want her to retreat again.

"When he turned 15, he fell into a bad crowd. He acted out. He was a completely different person. He shut me out  and I gave up trying. When I turned 13, he showed up to my birthday party drunk. It was the limit for Grayson. They got into a physical fight and then he took off. My best friend, Elizabeth, Lizzie, who lived in the neighborhood, spent the night that night. Grayson was dating her sister Amy. They both felt horrible that my party had gotten ruined. So they said we were having an after party. They got a bunch of pizzas, we made ice cream sundaes and watched movies and had a dance party." She wiped a few stray tears away. "It was the most fun I had in so long. I was on an accelerated program at school. It was so hard. And Gray? He just wanted me to get to be a kid for one day. To him, what Gabe did was unforgivable. The morning after, Amy and Elizabeth walked home. A few hours later, their parents called checking to see when they would be home. I remember my father taking the call, but he didn't say anything. Gray and I were hanging out playing video games. He told us that he would be back soon." She took his drink and poured it into her glass and downed it. His hand was firmly still on her back. He realized that she needed to finish this story. She needed to unburden herself.

"They found Lizzie first." Saying her name out loud must have felt agonizing. She had paused and clenched her jawn for a moment. "She had been drugged, but they had given her too much and she overdosed. They said that she likely wasn't conscious to feel what they did to her. What they did to her made me sick. I saw her body." Another long pause with a deep breath before she continued "Amy was another story. It was weeks before they caught a break. They found this fort deep in the woods. Amy wasn't there, but there was evidence she had been. Lizzie's bag was there too. And there was evidence of two unknown kidnappers. The fort they found was one that I used to follow Gabe to all the time when we were younger. At 13, I couldn't even comprehend that my own teenage brother could be responsible for something like that. There were a handful of these forts in the woods in our neighborhood. When they found more evidence at a second one, I knew something was off. Gabe had been cagey and defensive for weeks. He refused to help them search. Gray was furious with him." Barba knew where this was going. She didn't have to finish, yet he knew there were things he couldn't possibly know that she needed to say.

"That night, I remember hearing Grayson crying in his room. I had never heard him cry before. I couldn't sleep. I had to dig through the vault of my brain to recall where it was, it was as a long time since I went following Gabe around. It was just before dawn when I heard my father in the kitchen and I went down and told him that Gabe had used those forts. They had found four of them, but I knew there was a fifth. It was so deep into the woods and well hidden. I knew they wouldn't find it on their own. My father called his partner and we met him and a few of the other detectives near the woods. He didn't tell my mother or Gray that we were going. He didn't want to get anyone's hopes up and he didn't want Grayson coming. He wasn't sure what we were going to find. When we got there, he had one of the officers take me home. They didn't want me to see either, but they needed me to show them where to go. Amy was barely alive when they found her. And what they didn't to her?" She was crying again and shaking. "I can't even say it, but it was horrific. Once they had gotten her out and secured the crime scene, my father came home and arrested my brother. He didn't want anyone else to do it. And when Gabe came down the stairs, he knew, he knew I was the one that led them there." She leaned forward and grabbed a few tissues.

"Amy died while in ICU. I almost think it was a blessing. If she had physically recovered, she never would have recovered psychologically from the torture she endured. It was sadistic" she shook her head. "As angry as Gabe was? I just couldn't see him doing something like that. He refused to give up who his partner was. My father begged him. The D.A. was willing to cut him a deal. He gives up his partner, the D.A. would take the death penalty off of the table. Gabe still refused. He said he wouldn't give up the only person that cared about him. My testimony put that needle in his arm tonight" Her hands were still shaking.

"Look at me." Gia shook her head. "Gianna Mira!" He said a little more forcefully. She slowly looked at him. He closed the small amount of distance between them and took her face in both of his hands and wiped her tears. "You listen to me right now. You are NOT responsible for this. He made the choice to abuse and murder two girls with his friend. He made a choice to not give that friend up. It was his choices that led to what happened tonight, not yours." She nodded, he stayed close to her.

"My mother, she- she told me that if I had said something sooner that Amy would still be alive. I was just a kid, I didn't know. When Grayson heard her say that? He was SO angry. It was the first time in his life he ever stood up to her. She backed off, but she never apologized. I don't think she's ever apologized for anything. She used to tell my dad and Gray that they were going to make me soft and I needed to be a pillar of strength. I was traumatized and she couldn't be bothered with feelings. She never saw Gabe again after he was sentenced. He was no longer her son. My father gave up on him too after a few years. The D.A. told him that if he turned his partner over, they would stay the execution. My father tried so hard to convince him, he just couldn't take it anymore. And Grayson? He didn't care that he was our brother, he would never forgive him. It is the only thing we ever fight over. I wasn't allowed to see him, my mother made that very clear. When I turned 18, he called me. He was an adult and time had made him remorseful. He told me that he never blamed me. He told me it was never supposed to go that far. He had just wanted to mess with Grayson. His friend was only supposed to grab Amy. His friend had panicked when Lizzie started screaming so he took them both. I tried, one more time to get him to open his mouth. He said, the only control he ever had in his life was keeping his mouth shut and that he didn't want them to cancel the execution. He was ready to be done. I asked him to stay alive, for me. He told me that I would be better off without him. There would be no more arguing with Grayson. He wasn't scared to die. He was just sorry that it was going to cause me more pain. He said he was still too selfish to put anyone's needs above his own. I had hoped that my Dad would have come. I just don't think his heart could take it. I know they spoke on the phone a few weeks ago. Neither one of them would tell me about it beyond that. The not knowing who was responsible for Lizzie still haunts me. I have nightmares all of the time. That's why I have the tattoo, I thought maybe a physical manifestation would help stop them. I don't know that I'll ever sleep again."

She grabbed both of their glasses and went over to the counter and refilled their drinks. Rafael stood up and followed her. He took the drinks out of her hands and set them on the counter and then pulled her into a tight hug.He felt her body relax in his arms. He didn't want to say he was sorry. Somehow he knew she would see it as pitty. There were no words that could be said that would make any difference. They stood like that for a while before she pulled away. He wiped her eyes again.

"Thank you for trusting me with your story. Who else knows?"

"Just Cragen. He would only let me come to SVU if I was upfront about why I wanted to work there. Though I held it together when I told him."

"Amaro doesn't?"

"No. He just saw a portion of the execution notice. He asked, but I wouldn't tell him. He asked me if I was going and I said yes. He wanted to come with me, but I told him no. I wouldn't have been able to handle him finding out"

"I'm surprised you let me come in with you, but I'm glad you did. No one should go through that alone. Your story is safe with me."

"I know. I trust you, Rafael."

"I'm glad."

"You don't have to stay."

"There's no place else I want to be right now. C'mon, we'll watch a movie." He tucked a loose girl behind her ear. Rafael wasn't leaving her alone. While she was willing to share all of that, she was also excellent at masking her emotions, likely a trait she learned so she could appease or survive her mother. She needed someone to show up for her. He was more than willing to do that for her.