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[furryfields00]

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[etherealyoungk]

love at first sight | joshua hong

✩ seventeen as romantic tropes series ✩ masterlist ✩

PAIRING: joshua x reader

THEMES: love at first sight trope, strangers to lovers

WARNINGS: fluff, rain

WORDCOUNT: 728

A/N: ahh i kinda found this trope hard to write 😭 i tried my best

you weren't much of a romantic. you'd read about love and the infamous love at first sight countless times, thinking it was overrated, until the day it happened to you.

you're walking, the clouds gloomy and grey, heavy with rain that is ready to burst anytime. you could tell that it was going to rain cats and dogs and groan because you should have known better than to not carry an umbrella especially given how unpredictable the weather and rain had been this past week. you just continue walking to your destination - a job interview, praying it doesn't rain.

but the weather obviously had a mind of it's own and a few minutes later you can feel the drops of rain scatter down, falling on you before it gets heavier. you pick up your walking pace and walk faster, the drizzle getting heavier and heavier until it was straight up a heavy downpour and if you didn't seek shelter now you would get drenched, which is not the ideal way to show up to a job interview.

you run the best you can with your shoes and find a small a small awning in front of a store, making a run for it there, putting your handbag over your head to protect your hair your spent hours styling as you make your way to the awning with a desperate determination.

just as you jog into the awning, you feel someone run beside you, overtaking you and taking a place there but you don't have enough time to stop and you end up bumping right into them. they catch you before you fall.

"woah easy there", a sweet voice tells, his hand holding your arm to support you up as you regain your balance. you look up and see a man in front of you, pretty much in the same state as you, all dressed up and almost drenched.

you look at him and can't help but laugh as you look at him and he looks at you with those pretty eyes and lets out a sweet laugh as well.

"guess we both got caught in the downpour huh", he tells, his voice sweet. "yeah, weather is crazy this week", you fill in, as you catch your breath.

as you continued to look at the man, you couldn't help but feel a attractive to him, and you felt something bloom in your heart, something that made you feel warm and fuzzy. this man was so pretty. you'd never felt something like this before and you feel your heart beat thumping softly.

"i'm joshua", he introduces, giving you a friendly smile. "i'm yn", you tell, still mesmerized by him.

you watch as he ruffles his brown hair's damp and gotten a little wavy from from all the rain, his shirt and shoulders wet but you are in the same boat. but somehow he managed to look so pretty and handsome despite the situation and you find yourself staring at him for a couple of extra seconds before you look away, back at the rain that was pouring down.

"god i hope this rain stops soon, i'm going to be late", you mumble as you look at the rain pour down at a steady pace, with no signs of stopping. you pull your blazer around you closer to shield yourself from the sprinkle of rain that was falling on you because of the harsh wind.

"late for work?", he prompts. "i'm late too", he adds. "i'm actually late for an interview", you tell. "we can't have you being late for a job interview now can we?", he tells and as he scans the area and spots a convenience store on the opposite end of the road. and it's like you can read his mind because you someone knew exactly what he was going to do.

"don't, whatever you're thinking, it's not a good idea", you warn and he only smiles. "i'll be back", he tells before he starts to make a run for it in the downpour, towards the store and your hand reaches out for his in an attempt to stop him but you end up running behind him too and his hand encases yours as you both run across the road in the rain, getting soaked.

as soon as you enter the store, you look at him and burst out laughing because of what you'd just done, and so does he, giving you a sweet smile and laughing along with you, your hand still in his and you could feel the connection you had with this man was instant, something special.

"that was...fun", you tell when you finally catch your breath. "you can feel the spark between you both as you look at him.

"nothing like getting stuck and running in the rain is it?", he asks, with an amused smile. "let's buy you that umbrella so you can get to your interview", he adds, with a small smile, letting go of your hand which now feels empty without his warmth.

you get to your interview just in time, closing the umbrella that the man, joshua had bought. you set aside the umbrella and brush your damp blazer, hoping it would be dry enough but this had to do. that's what you get for running in the rain like a crazy person and you find yourself when you recall back to that moment.

you never got his number but the next week when you get the job, you're surprised, because your team leader was no other than joshua.

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[teecupangel]

There's plenty of Desmond dog asks, but has a chihuahua one been made? Just imagine Altaïr carrying a small handbag looking thing with this miniature dog in it that just gives you the stink eye. If anyone other than Altaïr, Malik or Kadar tries to pet him, he screams for Altaïr. Abbas tried to pick up the "purse rat" once and never again. No one knows where Desmond made of with the finger. Not even Altaïr.

Let’s add this with @saberamane’s idea from this post:

@teecupangel for the 'desmond as a...' subgenre, where dog Desmond is trying to argue with his ancestor over their stupid idea and it's not working because the ancestor can't understand him, and/or is mocking him with their own 'barks'.

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“Desmond, we both know that you’re more intelligent that people believe you are.”

“Arf?”

“Acting cute will not get you anywhere.”

“Arrfff <3”

“Desmond, stop. We’re having this conversation whether you want to or not.”

“Rch.”

“Did you… did you just click your tongue?”

“Arf?”

“Desmond, this is serious. I need you to tell me where you put Abbas’ middle finger.”

“Arrrffff…”

“Pretending to yawn will not end this conversation.”

“Arf-”

“I swear if you try to sleep, I will shake you hard enough that everyone will believe I’m trying to murder you.”

“……..”

“……….”

“Arf arf arrrff!”

“Desmond-”

“Arf! Arf! Arf!”

“Desmond, stop-”

“Arfarfarf”

“Acting childish will not-”

“ARF ARF ARF”

“Desmond!” Altaïr’s tone was more an animalistic growl and that finally stopped Desmond’s insistent yapping.

They stared at each other for a moment before Desmond began to growl as well.

“Desmond.” Altaïr growled back, “Behave.”

Desmond continued to growl.

And Altaïr answered it with a growl of his own.

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Malik quietly closed the door to Altaïr’s private chambers and walked away. At the end of the hallway, Kadar was waiting, fidgeting in place. He stared at his brother with a worried expression as he asked, “How’s… how’s Desmond and Altaïr? Are they both okay? Does Altaïr know if Desmond…”

Kadar’s expression turned green as he continued, “… ate Abbas’ finger?”

Malik remembered the way the two had been growling at each other and felt a headache already hammering in his head.

Malik sighed and rubbed his face as he said, “I will speak to Al Mualim in Altaïr’s behalf. Desmond is shaking.”

-probably because he was trying to act all strong against Altaïr’s own growling.

“Oh, poor boy. Abbas must have scared him so much. There’s no way he would have bitten him, right?” Kadar made his own conclusions and Malik hoped Al Mualim do as well.

Considering how much of two-faced Desmond truly was, appearing sweet and adorable to the three of them but acting like a hellhound stuck in that small body of his to Abbas…

No.

Malik believed that Desmond did not bite off Abbas’ finger.

He actually believed that Desmond got another animal to do it for him.

He was that deviously clever like his owner, after all.

[ilovebeingaturtle]

Oh thank you so much for reminding me of one of my favourite 87 things I hold shortest Donatello so close to my heart AHAJAH

They were the blueprint ❤️

[n1angi]

Shrouded in Darkness

CHAPTER 1 : PILOT

next chapter

Will Graham x AFAB character x Hannibal Lecter (Polyamory)

Summary:

In the heart of Baltimore, forensic analyst Sidonie Renard navigates the shadows of crime scenes, concealing her loneliness behind a composed facade. Drawn into a web of intrigue, she captures the attention of profiler Will Graham and the enigmatic Hannibal Lecter.

Word count: 4,1k

Chapter Warning: Murder, Blood, Gore.

The countryside surrounding Baltimore stirred with life as the first signs of autumn emerged. Delicate amber leaves had already sprouted on barren branches, as the fields gradually blurred into a warm tapestry of earthy tones, once parched by summer heat. The air, once dry, now carried a hint of crispness and the earthy scent of fallen leaves. Similar to Persephone’s return, autumn brought fresh colors to the world.

Despite her fondness for the chilly weather, the demands of her profession often required her to rise before dawn, leaving her longing for the warmth and comfort of her home. Unfortunately, the extensive off-field work required by her profession only exacerbated her yearning for brighter surroundings beyond the lit confines of the laboratory.

With a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hands, she blinked against the morning sun’s glare as she stepped out onto the porch. She shivered involuntarily; the chill of the autumn was clear. Her faithful golden retriever squeezed past her legs, eager for their morning stroll amidst the falling leaves.

“This is refreshing,” she whispered, her gaze sweeping over the landscape. Catching the retriever’s eager gaze, she offered a faint smile as she stroked its head, granting permission for its walk. With a joyful wiggle of its tail, the dog bounded down the stairs and dashed into the field ahead.

She savored her tea, the bitterness lingering on her tongue as she sighed. Despite the present allure, her mind drifted to work and the proposition. Special Agent Jack Crawford, head of the B.S.U, had approached her. While they had crossed paths in the past because of cases several years ago, they had never engaged in private conversation. Thus, the invitation to join the B.A.U. as a forensic analyst and crime scene investigator came as a surprise.

“A mind like yours could be invaluable to us,” he stated, his words laced with persuasion. He emphasized the importance of her role, perhaps nudging her into accepting the offer. Such tactics were common in their work.

Yet, she had been yearning for a change in her workplace for some time. Despite her proficiency and dedication to her work, she found herself isolated among her colleagues as of late. Their discomfort around her was understandable, and if she were to be honest with herself, she had grown accustomed to being treated differently, especially by those senior to her. However, humans are social creatures, still yearning for acceptance wherever they go. The sense of alienation had taken its toll, leaving her longing for an environment where she could feel more accepted and valued.

Change, though uncomfortable at first, was preferable to stagnation. Retrieving her phone from her sweatpants, she hesitated for a moment before dialing Jack’s number. After a few rings, he answered.

“Hello, Jack Crawford speaking,” the voice behind the phone said.

“Hello, Agent Crawford. It’s Sidonie Renard, from the law enforcement agency. I’ve given your offer some thought…”

As she parked her car near the building, she sighed softly, tapping her fingers on the wheel. After a moment of reflection, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening the car door. Retrieving her soft black leather handbag, she stepped out and locked the car behind her.

Adjusting her black coat and dark blue slacks with a slight touch, she made her way towards the building’s entrance. Her outfit, perfectly coordinated with her black loafers and turtleneck, radiated a sense of effortless elegance. A small leather watch adored her left hand, while her ears sparkled with silver stud earrings.

Her almond-shaped olive-green eyes, framed by dark lashes, held a captivating gaze that added a certain allure to her. Her dark brown waves cascaded around her face, highlighting her angular cheekbones, which added a touch of refinement to her features. Her brows were elegantly arched, while her lips boasted a subtle rosy hue. With a slender build, she moved gracefully.

As she walked, she studied the building’s appearance, absorbing its imposing presence. The structure loomed before her, casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the surrounding sunlight. It was both sleek and austere, with darkened windows. Compared to the bustling atmosphere of the enforcement agency building, this place was quieter and more subdued.

Approaching the building, she noticed Jack already standing at the entrance, his eyes scanning the surroundings. As soon as his gaze fell on her, his face lifted slightly, reflecting a pleased expression. Returning the sentiment, she offered a smile.

“Agent Crawford,” she greeted.

“Welcome to the BSU,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake. “I’m glad you decided to join us.” She accepted his gesture, shaking his hand gently.

“I’ll be happy to contribute,” Jack gestured towards the door, and both of them entered the building.

“I’ve heard that you have a special eye for details, Ms. Renard,” he stated.

“I assume this is the reason why I was recruited,” Jack nodded as he continued.

“Have you heard about the recent murder case?” she shook her head as Jack continued.

“The Vanderbilts family, specifically Jonathan Vanderbilt and his wife Elisabeth, who are known for diversified corporations, have been killed in their penthouse. Their arms were vertically cut, drained from blood.” Jack shared as he took a glance at her while walking down the hall. “They were glued at the table, their faces were mutilated. Eyes were taken out, along with their teeth. Money was glued to their hands and imposed in their eyes and mouth.”

“Depiction of greed,” she confirmed.

“The theatrical way of seeing a murder is no news to us. At first, we thought it was the copycat. However, our criminal profiler tells us this is someone entirely new,” he shared.

“What was it that gave it away?” she raised a brow as Jack clicked on the elevator door.

“He said he was sloppy.” As the door opened, they stepped into the elevator. “We’ve been combing through the crime scene for any leads or evidence that might help us identify the perpetrator,” Jack explained. “But so far, we’re coming up empty-handed.” They exited the elevator and walked down the hall. “I want you to take a look at the bodies,” Jack decided, stopping in front of her. His gaze held a sense of resolve. Sidonie clutched her bag slightly, her lips tilting up.

“Lead the way.”

Jack opened the door, and Sidonie followed behind him, already dressed in her lab coat. The room was occupied by a few people, three of whom were clad in coats, while the other was not. They seemed to be engaged in conversation about the deceased bodies displayed before them. A tall, lanky man with brown hair appeared to notice their entrance.

“Jack!” His voice exuded cheerfulness and friendliness. Jack raised his hand in acknowledgment as everyone’s attention shifted towards them. “Oh, and a stranger...” he added with a smile still plastered on his face.

“Sidonie. It’s a pleasure,” she introduced herself.

“Oh, you are the recruit Jack mentioned,” he recalled.

“Why wasn’t I informed about this?”

“Because Jimmy, you were too busy trying to outsmart the evidence with your latest conspiracy theory,” the woman with long dark hair retorted playfully, shooting a glance toward Sidonie. “Name is Beverly, welcome to the team.” They exchanged a slight smile.

“I’m Jimmy,” A slightly stocky man with a rugged appearance inquired.

“And I’m Brian,” As everyone introduced themselves, Sidonie’s gaze drifted towards the un-coated man. He was fairly tall and slender, with a somewhat disheveled yet sharp appearance. He had tousled brown hair and wore brown square-shaped glasses, highlighting his piercing blue eyes. His expression carried a certain thoughtfulness. When their eyes met, he blinked a few times and looked away.

“Will Graham. I’m a criminal profiler,” he stated, his tone measured, yet soft. It was evident he kept to himself most of the time. Sidonie nodded, recalling Jack’s earlier mention of him regarding the case.

“I want her to take a look at the bodies,” Jack announced as everyone made space for her. Sidonie grabbed the gloves from the opposite table and approached the body, examining it closely. Everyone observed her movements, curious about what she might find. She noticed the glue still present on the man’s fingers, along with money paper on his hands. The woman, however, was missing the papers, only the glue remained. ‘I suppose it’s a depiction of how greedy he could have been over his money…’ she thought to herself. Both victims had their eyes torn out, with money still in them.

“We didn’t have enough time to remove them yet,” Beverly explained. Sidonie continued to observe the bodies, her focus drifting to the scene where the bodies had been positioned according to the pictures. Her eyes widened as she recalled the arrangement of the bodies, the table, and the money depicted in the pictures.

“Where is the money that was on the table?” Jimmy and Brian exchanged a glance, while Will rubbed his chin, observing the body himself.

“It’s here,” Beverly said, displaying them in front of Sidonie. Gently grabbing the money, she started to arrange them around the table. Some were completely covered in blood, while others were only partially covered. However, it didn’t seem like a natural occurrence; it was part of the theatrics, the décor, a hint. Will’s eyes lit up as he approached the table. As Sidonie arranged the money, he seemed to grasp the idea of what was going on.

“It’s a puzzle,” he observed as she continued to place the money in order. After a few seconds, the picture formed, spelling out ‘Seven.’

“Holy shit,” Brian muttered.

“Seven deadly sins,” Beverly murmured, looking at Jack. “That means he is planning on six more.”

“How can we know which sin would be displayed next?” Jack inquired, turning to Will, who appeared to be lost in thought, staring at the puzzle. Sidonie steeled herself as she examined the bodies once again, searching for more clues.

“It will be a Gluttony.”

“How do you know?” Jack asked, raising a brow as Will’s eyes scanned the body as he pursed his lips together.

“The killer’s choice to tamper with the victims’ mouths suggests a focus on consumption or excess...” he furrows his brows slightly “They’re making a statement about indulgence, perhaps hinting at the sin of gluttony. It’s a common motif—the physical alteration serving as a metaphor for the sin being expressed.”

“And how can we know who the next victim will be?” Jack persisted.

“He feels underappreciated like a victim. It’s a sign of protest,” Will paused. “He will target someone who holds a higher social status, to be seen, and heard. To make a verdict.”

“Wow... took the ‘eat the rich’ movement to the extreme,” Brian commented, earning a roll of the eyes from Beverly.

“So he will go for the wealthy individuals?” Will nodded. Sidonie stared at him, considering his words, as she looked back at Jack who seemed ready to take action.

“Let’s coordinate with the team and gather as much information as we can on potential targets among the wealthy individuals,” he instructed, before leaving the room. A brief silence fell over the group until Brian cleared his throat, dispelling the awkwardness.

“I think we should take the money out of these guys.” Jimmy agreed, gesturing for Sidonie to join him. Will adjusted his glasses as he grabbed his jacket.

“Call me if you find anything else.”

“Uh-huh,” Beverly responded as she grabbed her tools. Will nodded as a sign of goodbye and left the room.

After successfully collecting physical evidence, Beverly and Sidonie took the body to the morgue. As they closed the door, Beverly smiled.

“I’m starving. Would you like to get some lunch with me?” she asked, and Sidonie smiled in agreement. As they headed to the cafeteria, they exchanged brief conversation. Beverly mentioned how glad she was to have another woman around during work, noting that being with Jimmy and Brian could be tiring at times, although she cared for them deeply without saying it.

“What about you? Where did you use to work?” Beverly asked as she grabbed the turkey sandwiches from the station.

“Law enforcement agency,” Sidonie replied, scanning the food displayed in front of her. Salads, sandwiches, wraps with assorted toppings, and dressings were neatly arranged on the station. “I’m not used to making spontaneous decisions, but I thought it was time for a change of environment.”

“You can’t be spontaneous when it comes to our job, I can say that,” Beverly remarked, raising both eyebrows as she grabbed a cherry-flavored juice. “What do you look forward to?” she asked, examining Sidonie. She glanced down, avoiding eye contact.

“Nothing in particular,” Sidonie replied, her tone optimistic yet reserved. Slowly meeting Baverlys gaze, she continued. “It’s a chance to grow both… personally and professionally. I’m excited to see where it leads,” Beverly sighed slightly as she mumbled.

“That’s true spontaneity you have there,” Beverly remarked as both of them sat down at the table. “What do you think of the crime? Had anything like this before?” She breathes in deeply, recalling the past crimes.

“I wouldn’t say it was like this one, but… there was this crime, in the suburbs, in a small church. 2 priests killed.” She shrugged “I wasn’t working at the field there, but I have seen a picture. The killer sewed their mouths and eyes and crucified them in the church, cutting their genitals. It wasn’t a hard case, but obviously, it was a revenge for the rape the killer and some other victims went through. Theatrical and symbolic. Just like this one.” She bit the part of the sandwich.

“Why weren’t you working on the field?” she asked curiously. “Jack told us you have a special eye for detail, so they should have put you to good use.” Sidonie swallowed the food.

“I used to work in a field, but…” her voice softened “a few people got fired because of me. So I was… forced to lay back”

“Ahh, I see.” Beverly responded, “You scared them.” She affirmed as Sidonie leaned away slightly, not saying anything in return. Beverly continued “I’m sure the copycat will keep us occupied for a while so I won’t be too worried about losing the job.” She joked.

“Agent Crawford mentioned him earlier today. He also has a theatrical way of displaying his victims.”

“Ugh, yes. He leaves close to no clues.” She stressed.

“What’s the reason behind the crimes? Anything specific?” Sidonie suggests.

“No, nothing at all.”

“What does Mr. Graham think?” Sidonie asks as Beverly rolls her eyes.

“He said that he sees his victims as pigs, to ridicule them, but other than that, even he has a hard time placing it together.” She highlights “ Or maybe not… I’m not sure. It’s hard to tell what’s going on in his head.”

“Well, if everyone has been having a hard time, why wouldn’t he?” Beverly raised her brows.

“Oh, you don’t know?” Sidonie tilted her head in confusion. “Let’s just say he is… different. I won’t say too much; you will have enough time to see it yourself.” Sidonie glanced down at her plate. ‘Different huh…’.

As the evening progresses in the dimly lit B.A.U. office, the atmosphere becomes hushed and serene, with only a few scattered individuals remaining. The usual hustle and bustle of the day gives way to a quiet intensity as the remaining staff members focus on their tasks.

Sidonie sits at her workstation, surrounded by the soft glow of computer monitors and the occasional flicker of fluorescent lights overhead. Despite the late hour, she remains deeply engrossed in her work, peering through a microscope with unwavering concentration. As she meticulously examines samples under the microscope, her brow furrows in concentration. Beverly chuckles as she approaches.

“Take it easy,” she advises, glancing at Sidonie’s coat. “It’s time to leave, or the office will close on us.” Sidonie sighs slightly, acknowledging her co-worker.

“I’ll be leaving soon. There is only one sample left.” Beverly rolls her eyes playfully.

“Alright. Have fun- I suppose?” she says, turning away. “Get home safe,” she calls out, and Sidonie smiles before refocusing on her work.

Remembering Jake Crawford’s words about the crime scene, she furrows her brows in concentration, hoping to find something significant. ‘How was this sloppy when there is close to no evidence that points out the killer other than his motive? Perhaps it was meant to be said about his personality.’ Grabbing another sample, she examines it under the microscope, noticing what appears to be animal hair. Intrigued, she checks the file for any mention of pets but finds none.

“Huh...” she blinks as she turns back to the microscope, observing it further. Her eyes widen as she notices a slight paint stain on it. Sidonie smirks slightly, realizing the killer’s oversight. “Sloppy,” she mumbles to herself, noting it down. She decides to report her findings to Jack, taking a photo of the sample before replacing it and marking it as important evidence.

Sidonie’s shoes gently shuffled on the ground as she approached Jack’s office. As she reached for the door handle, she hesitated. While she was accustomed to walking into her boss’s room whenever there was something to report, she was no longer working there. She glanced at the tinted windows, preventing her from seeing inside, but she could hear Jack’s voice from within. With a slight pause, she gently pushed the door open, her voice carrying into the room.

“Excuse me, Agent Crawford, may I come in?” Jack’s voice paused momentarily before granting her entry. As she stepped inside, her gaze fell on Jack and another familiar figure. Will stood with his arms crossed, acknowledging her presence. She noticed that he wasn’t wearing glasses anymore.

“Sidonie, what brings you here?” Jack inquired.

“Um…” Sidonie glanced between Jack and Will. “I hope I’m not intruding,” she added, taking a step back.

“As long as it’s important,” Jack replied, a slight smile playing on his lips. Sidonie nodded and approached, standing next to Will. She handed him the file with the printed picture, prompting a raised eyebrow from Jack.

“It’s a bristle,” he said.

“Yes, it is,” she confirmed, stealing a glance at the man next to her. “But it’s not just any bristle; it’s from a brush, a paintbrush,” she explained, pointing at the picture and leaning in slightly. “At the end of the bristle, there is paint. It’s not noticeable at eye level, but under a microscope, you can tell it’s from paint.”

“He’s a painter,” Will remarked quietly, raising his eyebrows at his colleagues. “How typical...” Sidonie blinked in response to the comment.

“At least we have a lead,” Jack interjected, furrowing his brows. “I’ll talk to Hannibal tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll be able to help,” he added. Will nodded and turned to leave, eager to remove himself from the situation as soon as possible.

“Consider what I told you,” Jack warned before Will closed the door on him. He shook his head and turned to Sidonie, who realized that something must have happened before she entered the room. “You can go home now. Keep up the hard work,” he said, and she bowed slightly, pressing her lips together. She turned to leave, but her feet halted halfway through the door.

“Agent Crawford, may I ask you something?” she inquired, turning slightly. Jack hummed in response as he grabbed his coat. “Earlier today, you mentioned the copycat, and I was wondering…” she began carefully. Jack looked at her, his eyes softening slightly. “May I take a look at his files?”

“I doubt that there is anything we can find, but…” Jack trailed off. “Feel free to do so,” he added with a hint of encouragement.

She retrieved her bag and coat from the office before making her way down the stairs towards her car. Will stood nearby, muttering something under his breath, his demeanor tinged with irritation. His gaze flitted around the surroundings, and upon catching sight of Sidonie, he averted his eyes, as if seeking to conceal himself. Dealing with a phone call, he grabbed his phone. Sidonie had noticed that he wasn’t the friendliest type. At the very least, he was awkward, if not unfriendly.

Entering her car, Sidonie placed her bag on the passenger seat and took a moment to gather her thoughts before starting the engine. Just then, she caught Will's muffled voice.

"Hello... hi. I’ve been having trouble starting my car. After I turn the key, I hear clicking sounds, but the engine doesn't start. Yes, I tried jump-starting it, but that didn’t work," he explained, his voice wavering slightly in the cold as he spoke to the service. After providing his details, he pocketed his phone, his expression uncertain. A car pulled up in front of him, and Sidonie leaned down, peering through the window.

"Hey," she greeted him. "I overheard your conversation. Do you need a ride?" Will hesitated, then shook his head.

"No, it’s fine. They will arrive soon," he replied, though his tone lacked conviction.

"I don’t think they will," Sidonie remarked, trying to sound reassuring. "I can drop you off at your place if you’d like?" Will glanced around nervously as if expecting the truck driver to materialize out of thin air. With a resigned sigh, he leaned in.

"I live in Wolf Trap. I’m not sure if—"

"I live in Vian," Sidonie interjected, and he fell silent for a moment before opening the door. Retrieving her bag, she moved it aside to make room for him. Will settled into the seat, his discomfort was evident in his stiff posture and avoidance of eye contact.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice softening.

"You’re welcome," Sidonie replied, starting the car and pulling away from the curb.

The silence enveloped the car, stretching on for a couple of minutes without either of them uttering a word. Sidonie refrained from initiating conversation, sensing Will's discomfort in social settings. Having experienced such feelings herself, she chose silence for their mutual comfort.

Meanwhile, Will felt a sense of unease, a departure from his usual demeanor. He didn’t know her. He would have felt more comfortable if she were someone he had known for a little while. Or maybe not. He considered engaging in small talk, a prospect that filled him with dread, compounded by recent unsettling nightmares he had been having about antlers.

“How was your first day at the office?” Sidonie glanced at him, slightly taken aback by the sudden question, before adjusting her grip on the wheel.

“It was alright. The murder case was interesting,” Will responded, his gaze drifting out the window to the illuminated city lights. “And you?”

“Same old,” he replied.

“How long have you been working at the B.A.U.?” she inquired, attempting to steer the conversation away from an awkward pause.

“Around a week and a half,” Will replied, prompting a surprised reaction from Sidonie.

“I would never have guessed. You and Agent Crawford seem close,” she observed.

“I wouldn’t call us close,” Will muttered, and Sidonie refrained from further comment, sensing his reluctance to elaborate. “How did you come to know Jack?” he asked, shifting in his seat.

“Through law enforcement. I met him through colleagues,” Sidonie replied.

“And why the job change?” Will pressed, his gaze briefly flitting towards Sidonie's hands on the wheel, noting her tight grip. Her grip was tight almost as if she was scared her hands would slip away.

“Nothing specific. Just decided to try something new,” Sidonie explained. He didn’t respond.

“I’m not good with small talk,” Will confessed suddenly, breaking the silence.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it,” Sidonie reassured him with a slight smile. “I enjoy silence as much as conversation.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page... with silence,” Will remarked, his tone softening.

The entire ride remained silent. Surprisingly, after their small talk, it wasn’t as awkward as Will had anticipated. He felt a sense of relief from the tension, at least that’s what he could freely admit.

“You have to turn left here,” he instructed, sitting up slightly. She followed his directions, entering his yard where the dogs barked at the sound of the unfamiliar car. It was clear they were from the house, but the number of them surprised her.

“You’re a dog lover, I see,” she commented.

“Strays,” he replied as he opened the car door. “Would you like to... have a coffee?” he offered, attempting to meet her eyes. He felt grateful for her assistance and wanted to express his thanks, but the thought of sitting in silence over coffee made him uneasy.

“I have a dog of my own, so I need to get going. She’s waiting,” she explained, and Will felt a wave of relief at her words.

“In that case, I won’t keep you. Thanks again,” he said, nodding as he exited the car and closed the door behind himself. Sidonie watched him enter the house, where a bunch of dogs greeted him.

“Strays, huh...” she mused to herself.

[fluffyglass]

Wiggle carrying around Gramble in a purse like a small dog

Gramble may be small, but he's not small enough to fit in a handbag... but what if he WAS the handbag 😮😮

[yennas-stuff]

I know canonically Eris has large hound dogs and every art depicts them as such, but personally I love the vision of Eris with a tiny dog that he wears matching sweaters with and puts in a handbag hehe.

They’d serve cunt so hard ☺️

Lmao, ok I cracked up at this. I think Eris would love all these different dog headcanons. He's just such a dog dad, he loves them all.

I know he would look amazing with a small, angry, judgmental doggie. These little balls of fur are surprisingly vicious! I can't stop laughing imagining an army of these running after him.

When I trained karate and went to a summer camp, my sensei, a very big muscled dude, brought his tiny chihuahua. He walked around carrying it. It was hilarious.

I also love the idea of him having wiener dogs. They are just so silly and short. Silly noodles.

[tiger-moran]

I was just walking my dog round the block, we went round the corner and there were two people with two dogs, a sort of greyhound-lurcher-galgo type and a Podenco type, on the other side of the road. They're not small dogs, they're fairly light builds but both are fairly tall. I've only seen them once before but I don't think they like other dogs. The Podenco one seems especially stressy about other dogs, it goes up on its back legs mumbling and barking when it sees my dog but then it was doing it this time and the person with it took hold of the handle on its harness, picked it up off the ground and just carried it away like a handbag or something, it was so funny.

[lakesbian]

alec doesn't even want to be bridal carried in general btw he wants to be the big spoon and have people sit on His lap and put His arm over peoples shoulders or around their waists but in the circumstance where a knight is in the room his intense psychological fixation on being a special prince overrides his default preferences and he starts unconsciously yearning to be carried around like a small white dog named priscilla in a handbag with bows on it

[sexchangedotcom]

roman roy needs to be carried around town in a milf's handbag because he is just like a small dog perhaps one of those whimpery white ones with the tear stains

[multi-royalty-arc]

"Madison, I have a new idea for how to deal with your powers." He said, bringing her a small dog that looked like she could carry it with her like most celebrities would sometimes do.

She watched him bring the handbag puppy closer to her and frowned with confusion.

"how is a purse rat going to help with my powers? I could roast it with my pinkie"

[furryfields00]

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[firespirited]

well, the answer was to just let myself be sad. in between the pretty flowers and lovely dogs and cool finds.

There’s nothing you can do to convince someone to love you or even show basic humanity if they’ve decided not to, there’s no magic formula or heart changing speech and that’s tragic. and every now and then it’s going to hit me like a truck and... fair enough.

This is Gargouille, he’s nervous. he lives opposite a very anxious dog who’s pretty much lost it and spends the day yelling at things and running up and down. Every day, that as far as he’ll come. I’ve been greeting him and leaving treats for weeks, sometimes I’ll put Talia in my arms so they can see each other.

Today he took his treats, gently deposited it them on the floor (too boring) and wanted to sniff us instead. Progress! Talia wasn’t so sure but it was their first face to face meet.

I don’t have photos of big black girl dog that lives a few houses up from recently but I always announce I’m coming around the corner so she’s not surprised and she gets a treat too, she’s a gentle giant who’ll take it from your fingers like she could carry an egg in her mouth and not break it. Now that she doesn’t woof that big boom of a woomph in surprise, Talia isn’t so spooked.

Lily has recovered from her injury enough to do a 1500m walk which is my absolute limit too. I was worried about her as she communicates a lot less (she isn’t vocal at all anymore) but we’ve managed to establish yes/no for if she’s feeling ok, if she’s had enough and if she wants to be carried up or down stairs (”no” is standing completely still and looking away). She remains blissfully chill about other animals, obsessed with smelling things and eating rubbish. No fear of cars which means I can’t take my eyes off her for five seconds - I’ll be picking up her poo and she’s wandering into the middle of the road and fighting me when I try and reel her in. I love her to bits but she thinks she’s bulletproof.

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I need to change bags to be able to carry a small water bottle but mine lacks enough pockets so today’s find was great: a well-made pleather handbag that had reached it’s pleather decay date. I made space on the floor to keep all the flaking in one contained zone and removed the stainless steel hardware (heavy stuff!), cut out the solid lining and several zipped pockets (currently in the wash) which I’ll be sewing into my own thick denim and nylon strap bag.

I’ve also ordered a foldable cane, my left hip isn’t getting less painful despite the muscles being stronger. Abdominal exercises are postponed from May until June. If it’s still bad in June, I need to consult with the physio - these are lying down exercises where I hug myself to avoid using the shoulders but when the pain starts shooting, the shoulders and pecs kick in anyway. Progress is that I can briefly suck my belly in which I couldn’t do at all before. not nothing, not amazing when I really do need that part of my abdomen to start carrying it’s weight. With a foldable cane I won’t have to use it (and, well, the left shoulder - you see my problem?) most of the time, just when it gets bad enough that i’m limping/shuffling, it’s also for the social signal.

[vatican3]

i think imp being small makes the hold wife idea so much better. nihil is just so light its so easy to carry her around and treat her like a trophy handbag chihuahua

Nihil is, without doubt, a purse dog of a girl. Or maybe a very pampered cat that gets carried around.

She may be lanky and clumsy but she is not physically dense.

[witchbiitches]

𝙾𝙵𝙼𝙲𝙲𝙽𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳  :   26, 43, and 59 !

26. AND HOW WOULD THEY INTERACT WITH OTHER DOGS IN THE PARK ( IF THEY WERE A DOG )?  :  pansy wouldn't be at the park in the first place because she would be a very small, yappy little dog that got that way because her owner spoiled her absolute rotten and only ever carries her around in a ridiculously expensive ( for dog carrying purposes ) handbag. if she was at the park, you'd know something horrible had happened, and i'm going to be honest - in dog terms, she'd probably be the one getting bullied. tiny dogs get bulldozed constantly by the bigger guys, and she'd deserve it.

43. IF THEY WERE A PERIOD IN HISTORY, WHICH WOULD THEY BE?  :  oh boy... i'm not sure. i think i am gonna say the roaring 20's as my one true answer ( though i can make arguments about a few others ) because of the absolute insane levels of hedonism they're defined by. that really covers the vibe of the slytherin gang as it was envisioned by us, i think !

59. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING THEY WANT TO KNOW FROM NEW PEOPLE?  :  it feels like a cop out to say 'nothing', but pansy doesn't wanna know anything from anyone ! she doesn't need to know anything about anyone - i suppose it does sort of count to say she usually forms her first opinion based on the everything about their overall look, but since she's that quick to decide what she thinks of someone, she doesn't tend to waste time if she's decided that they're not worth it.

𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙱 & 𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙱 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂  »  currently  accepting  !

[junocornkiwi]

when mer gale is out of water too long he shrinks to like barbie doll size

you can put him in your pocket then, like a kitten or a small dog that rich women carry in their handbags a pocket-sized wizard mermaid

he'll fall in love with you if you tell him anything good