#i couldn't see beacuse of tears

[redsandsshoes]

"Forget it, Cut it out" "We're not going to, that's so important"

[tacticaldiary]

You are so talented?? Hells bells!!! could I please request Simon Riley x Wife!Reader where Simon is “pronounced dead” for a mission and it has to seem real enough so like price shows up to your shared home and hands over dog tags? And then like months later he shows up at the house and they reunir?! Like all just very very sad and very comfort/ hurt??

please and many thanks , sugarbean

Till Death Do Us Apart

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

"Love..." He finally breathes out, and she realises that she hasn't said a word in a full minute.

The single word tears a gasp out of her throat, makes her take a small step back. The rasp of his voice, the scent of him as she breathes in...

It's him.

Death itself couldn't stop him from crawling home to her.

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Song: I, Carrion (Hozier)

It's funny how fragile the illusion of safety and content is.

Her life had seemed so unshakable, so sure and sturdy and promised. She'd fought for what she had with her husband, made a home with him, gone through years and bumps and ups and downs all because the chance of having him was better than giving up without ever having tried.

Truth be told, she'd never really liked the silence of their home when she was the only one living in it. Simon had asked her a couple times if she got lonely, whether it was too much. He'd asked her about it pretty much every time he packed up and left for a mission halfway across the world. Brows furrowed and voice lilted in concern late at night with his arms around her.

He's met with her smile and a reassurance that the silence was worth his arrival back home. Distance makes the heart go fonder, doesn't it?

And so Simon took it in stride, let the knowledge settle the creep of doubt in his heart beacuse this? Them?

It was more than he'd ever hoped for himself.

Never did he think he'd be the reason someone smiled at him like she did, not once did he consider himself one to want something so cliche as a home until she came around with her warmth and promises of unshakable devotion.

And God had he tried to shake her off. His indifference had only fuelled her determination to worm her way under the cracks of his armour. Once she'd reached inside and pulled out a part of himself he'd long thought was killed by 'Ghost', Simon had found himself letting go of his carefully crafted distance and crumbling under her hands. The best decision of his life.

It's why his breathing is ever so ragged as he watches Price console his hysterical wife from afar, a pair of bloody dog tags with his name engraved in them clutched in her shaking hand.

Simon Riley. Deceased.

If he didn't feel like his world was off kilter he might have made a joke about how it's the second time.

Simon barely manages to hold himself back from running to her, to their home, their bed. It's his instinct to protect, and right now seeing Price let her clutch onto him in grief, everything in Simon is telling him to go, to run and hold her, console her, assure her that he hasn't broken his promise of coming home to her.

It had been a vow whispered against her lips in the dead of night after she'd aired out her fear under the light of the moon. The fear of losing him. Of opening the door to Price instead of him.

Just a few months, he repeats in his head over and over again, because it's the only thing keeping his legs from moving. Just a few months and he can fix this, go back to how everything was. He feels like a jackass, making her go through this, but there was no other option.

And fuck if he hadn't tried to argue.

Death itself couldn't stop him from crawling home to her.

But his line of work could.

                               · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·  

Four months and it still feels like yesterday.

Nothing felt...right anymore.

She felt guilty sitting at the kitchen table where the use to eat together, the sheets on their...her. On her bed had long since lost the subtle scent of him. The living room where she'd curl up in his lap, snicker at him complaining about her choice of movie even when the bastard was just as enraptured and into it and she was.

Everything felt off.

She sets down the half eaten plate of food in the fridge and swallows down the lingering emotion.

When she'd opened the door that day, she very nearly slammed it back shut.

It seemed surreal. Her Simon, her untouchable husband gone in the line of fire. An accident, Price had phrased it as.

She missed him so much it fucking hurt.

Taking a deep breath, she grabs the shopping list she'd scrawled last week onto the fridge and tucks it in her pocket. The dog tags clink against each other around her neck, tucked into her sweater as she moves.

It had taken weeks for her to even look at them.

The doorbell cuts the search for her car keys short.

It's been a while since she's seen anybody, really. Her friends come over every now and then to keep her company, bring her homemade foods and gifts to cheer her up and it does work, but only for a few hours. She appreciates it, she really does, but the small periods of relief are only followed by the guilt of trying to forget and the pain of remembering all over again.

She'd tell them to come back later, she decides. Today was worse a day than usual and she's not in the mood-

Simon.

Simon...?

Her knuckles pale with the grip she has on the doorknob, it's all she can do to stare up at the figure that she only held in her dreams nowadays.

He's so familiar, with that hair she loved to rake her hands through, the slight downturn of his lips, the scars that scatter across his face that she loves to trace in the dark. He's looking down at her with brown eyes so tortured and serious, and...and a little anxious?

This is a cruel joke.

Here he is, bare faced in front of her just like how she'd dreamed about for all those weeks. How often had she cried at night, hoped that this was all a joke and she'd pull open the door to him one more time?

But he wasn't here, was he? No, there was no way. Her fingers touch cool metal and distantly she realises she's clutching onto the piece of himself he left behind, looped around her neck.

"Love..." He finally breathes out, and she realises that she hasn't said a word in a full minute.

The single word tears a gasp out of her throat, makes her take a small step back. The rasp of his voice, the scent of him as she breathes in...

It's him.

It's him.

Something akin to a sob tears its way out of her throat as she lunges towards him, tangles her hands in the fabric of his uniform. She only cries harder when his arms circle around her just as tightly, crushing her to his chest.

"You...you're home?" She manages to push out between stuttered intakes of breaths and sobs. "No, you're...you were-"

"I'm here." He hooks his chin over her head, sways her a little from side to side. If she hadn't been trembling she would have noticed the slight shake of his hands. "Said I'd always come back to you, didn't I?" He walks them backwards, shuts the door with his foots.

"You died!" She exclaims, choking on the words as she pulls back, not far but enough to meet his own red eyes. "You died, I thought you died-"

"Mission," He rushes out, "For a mission, yeah? Wouldn't ever leave you alone-"

"You did!" She suddenly pulls away from him barely out of his grasp and it takes everything in Simon's willpower not to pulls her back in.

Beneath the worry and the grief and the sadness, there's a hint of running anger.

"Four months, I thought you were...were dead." She wipes away her tears, still crying but angry. "And you show up now? Just like that? What the fuck, Simon I thought I was a widow!"

"I'm sorry." It's all he can say. It's pathetic and desperate and he feels frustrated and angry at everyone and himself but it's all he can say to her and he'll repeat it as many times as possible.

They stare at each other for a second, grieving and angry and crushed and hopeful...

And she falls back into him with the promise of an explanation later on, a tangle of limbs, muttered apologies and kisses.

Not because she forgives him. Not because she's willing to brush past it and move on, but because this crushing wave of relief feels better than the last four months of suffering. Because they'll always find their way back to each other.

Because she has her husband back, in one piece, and for the first time in months...

Something in her life clicks back into place.

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(20/10/2023)

[shun-nie]

SatoSugu x gn!reader

-> you're usually calm and have a stern personality, it's not often people see you laugh or act playful. Satoru and Suguru may be an exception though.

Warnings(not really😔)!!! Just fluff, no use of Y/N

After dealing with curses all week and getting soaked because the sky decided to pour its tears on you while you were on your last mission of the week, a mere human can't help but need their 17 hours of sleep. Now, you were usually a light sleeper, always opening your eyes at the slightest sounds to see Gojo Satoru(and unfortunately your boyfriend.) stealing your hoodies in the middle of the night or Geto Suguru(unfortunately you boyfriend too.) getting on your bed beside you beacuse he couldn't sleep.

You were now sleeping silently like some kind of decomposing corpse, probably in your 47th dream where curses doesn't exist. A very peaceful dream. Of course, this peace disappeared after a heavy thing that could compare to a fat bear suddenly fell on you.

You cursed under your breath and opened your eyes, then closing them again beacuse of the blinding sunlight shining on your face. You could hear a familiar annoying voice laughing quietly against your skin, well, you would groan and push Satoru off of you like you normally would but didn't had the energy right now.

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" Satoru said loudly enough for your ears to bleed, you sighed out and looked at Suguru who was across the room, examining some books on your shelf. He hummed and turned his pretty face towards you, smiling before walking over to your bed and sitting down on the edge.

"You slept a lot, are you sick? You didn't even wake up when 'toru opened the door." Suguru asked, his concerned gaze on your tired looking face. You were staring at him silently, which concerned the sorcerers before you. Well, it was kind of weird watching their normally stoic lover watching them with an unreadable gaze. As Suguru opened his mouth to ask if you were okay again, they were surprised when they saw you smirk in Suguru's direction.

"Hey, were you always this pretty? Or do I have some kind of weird filter in my eyes?"

Suguru was shocked, flustered, confused. Who was this person in front of him? Satoru was no better, he was shocked too but also why were you complimenting Suguru before him when he has the most beautiful eyes in the whole world? Damn, this world is not fair. There was silence for the next minute before you turned to Satoru, the sunlight poured on him, and he looked like a rare diamond under the light. Well he still looks the same to you, guess you don't have any filter in your eyes that could compare with Snapchat.

"Damn, go away. I feel like shit next to you two, lookin' all pretty in the damn morning huh?" Okay. Serious question. Who the fuck?

"Alright. Who are you and what have you done to my baby?" Satoru said, placing both of his cold hands on your cheeks. You could say he was flustered, maybe beacuse you know him much more than anyone or maybe beacuse he is a dumbass when it comes to you and Suguru. Speaking of Suguru, he was still speechless. Well, he knew you could act like a dork in the mornings or when you were tired but never had he heard you compliment him with such lovestruck gaze. He came to his senses again, looking at Satoru who was slapping your cheeks softly while you were smiling like a dork, he chuckled at the sight and kissed your cheek.

"I'm being serious, you need more sleep." Suguru said softly, it was nice to see you being open and letting yourself enjoy the moment. Your lives were difficult, and all three of you would probably prefer a normal life. You took your job seriously and you turned into a tough person because of your experiences in your life of being a sorcerer, it was hard to get to you through the walls you put around yourself. Suguru felt happy. He felt happy that you finally let them in. He felt happy that you trusted them enough to show them your bright colors.

He felt happy, in love.

"No. I don't know you and I'm taken." He heard Satoru say before he started to whine as you pinched his cheeks.

"By who?" You had a playful grin on your face, Suguru chuckled at the sight of you teasing Satoru.

It was going to be a great day.

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(I forgot I had a blog ngl)

[sillybond]

As a send of here's my compilation of every detail/gag or pretty much everything that I loved about the Fionna and Cake finale.

First off, the lighthearded stuff.

First of all. That's Hunter!!! We finally get to see HW gender-swapped counterpart's design. Gotta say I love that they kept it the same, it does feel like it could fit anyone.

Talking about him, I LOVE that they are finally adding him to the gang. I didn't expect him to be so prevalent in the finale, but I couldn't be happier! It seems like the crew has finnaly learned to apreciate HW and they are inserting her (even if it's Hunter) whenever they can.

All the raw emotion of the lich would have been unheard of at any other point in AT's history. The depression and hopelessnes, such human emotions were amazing to explore in him. He poses himself as a "ceesless weel" a god-like beeing of pure destruction, but even he neels when he realices it was all for nothing.

For some time I theorized that Golb (and subsequently Golbetty) was, in fact, Scarabs and Prismo's Boss. Kind of like a ultimate deity, high up on the pantheon. But seeing how Scarab adresses her in such a careles way, emphasizing that she should "stay out of this" made me think about the real power dinamic between thees two. And thus, of the whole multiverse bureocracy.

This tittle card rips me apart. It's briming with thematic importance. But I feel so many emotions simply beacuse it says cheers, it's like a send-off, a happy cheerfull goodbye to all of us who enjoyed this show. It made me tear up a bit when I first saw it.

For thoose who aren't aware Pawn Swan's was created by Steven Wolfhard after CAWM alongside the pup kingdom. He has in his tumblr a gigantic amount of lore about it. I'm sooo happy they finally got to use his ideas and designs. Many of the pups seen all trought Shermy and Beth's sequence were in his drawings too. So go check that out!

I'm a complete sucker for happy endings and THIS was PERFECTION. I simply connot describe how much I obsolutely LOVE that they are able to comunicate and talk. it's just perfect, this show has me spoiled-rotten.

In pure Marceline fashion Marshal tries playing another song. And Gary is soo into this man it's unreal

But, also in pure Marceline fashion, he gets interupted. It kind of reminded me about Marceline's song to Bonny in Obsidian. But it's kind of the oposite outcome, Scarab isn't affected by it at all while Glorbo is finaly delt with.

Talking about Simon being happy. I'm just so glad that he has been able to reconect with Astrid!!! This man is such a DAD, I love him :,)

Before Fionna's world was finaly canonized we can see that it really just amounts to the city. Which makes sense because if you are trying to put a whole world in a dude's head, you are going to have to cut some stuff out.

Anyways, after they are made legit we can see that the city has expanded! And I also assume that now there's not only a city, but a whole world too!!

This really came as a surprise honeslty, but a welcomed one at that. I assume that since Jay agrees to stay in the city, even if it's not forever, Farmworld Finn must be fine. It doesn't make any sense for him to drop his 4 little brothers just to screw around in another universe.

The only sad part is that, since we don't see neither PB nor Marcy in the tank that means they are probably dead. In the end it does seem like they took eachothers life, together.

Now onto the heavy stuff!

"This is the world we want to fight for. The Scarab is kind of invincible. But we won't give up. If we die, we'll die together, as ourselves"

This cuts deep. At this moment Fionna was ready to die. She acknowledges that she had tried everything she could and that, in a way, it was her fault. But she also understands that this is what it is. And she's ready to depart. In what she thought were her last moments she found happines in thoose and that around her. Magic or not, they were all together, and that's what mattered.

"We made our choices. We could have made better ones, but I don't have any regrets. You were a wonderful experience"

We knew Simon had wronged Betty. She had put away everything for him. He didn't do it on porpuse, but he recognised he could have been more thoughtful. In the end, while Simon acknowledges his mistakes Betty doesn't demonise neither him nor the relationship that came bacuse of it. It's a very sentimental, heartfelt conclusion.

As humans we often try to make our best to navigate life. But with all the choices in front of us it's very hard to get it right. A lot of time might have to pass before we truly see how wrong we were. We realize that we hurt people, and that things didn't have to be this way. But once we acknowledge this we can finaly move on. At this moment, Simon realizes that it's okay to fail but, unfortunetly, we can't go back. We have to live with it and it can't prevent us from moving forward.

In the end all we can do is have compassion for ourselves, and for each other.

That was pretty much all of the details and highlights for me. There's some other ones but they are kind of too obvious to point out.

Thanks a lot for reading the whole thing! It means a lot :)

[hayleythecannibal]

Twisted Minds: Act II- Chapter Twenty Yakimono

TW: Crime scenes, Gore, Implied Death, Death, Talks of Attempted Murder/Assassination, Cannibalism, Framing, Guns, Prosthetics

Warning this is Fem!reader. You can also find this on Wattpad and A03 under the name @HayleyMarieOfficial. Comment if you want to be added to the taglist.

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VIRGINIA BARN - NIGHT-

A nascent crime scene. Work lights and flashing neons. COPS' and FBI AGENTS' breath frosting the cold air. An AMBULANCE is exiting. It drives toward us, revolving lights FILL FRAME.

JACK CRAWFORD standing With Y/N trying to comfort him, haunted, watching

the ambulance drive away.

BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - NIGHT-

Miriam is still being processed – DIRT is scraped from beneath the nails of her right hand.

Her BLOOD slowly fills a test tube. Each time the evidence is put into bags, onto slides and labeled. “...I was so wrong…”

FBI - MIRIAM LASS'S DORM - NIGHT- 

Abrupt silence. Miriam sits, staring into middle distance. Hear the slow THUD of her HEARTBEAT. The AMBIENT HUM of her CIRCULATORY SYSTEM. She finds her left arm resting on her knee, the round, smooth oddness of the stump where her left arm should be...

And, finally, her eyes, lashes in FOCUS as we see TEARS slowly bud and build on them. 

“Thank you.” Finally, Miriam looks at Jack with her. There is belief and gratitude. Her voice raspy and low: “I knew you'd never stop looking…” She smiles softly, the sight haunting. “Can I see him?” She asks gently, “Who?” Jack says as he Furrows his brows in confusion. “The Ripper.” She says nervously, “We haven't caught the Ripper.” Her stomach plunges, helpless, frustrated, scared. “He's still--?”

“We need your help, Miriam. You know who he is.” Jack says Grimmly, “I don't. Know who he is.” She says choking on her own words, she thought they found her beacuse they caught him. Poor Miriam. “You found him.”

“I don't remember finding him. He got inside my head.” 

“Do you remember being taken?”

“I remember a dream about drowning. Then being awake. And not awake. Being myself, and not myself. I remember I could smell salt air. We were by the sea. For weeks. Months. Longer. Days and evenings blurred, I'd wake up to the smell of fresh flowers and the sting of a needle. I wasn't afraid. Fear and pain were so far away, on the horizon, but not close. Never close.” She says so terrorized by what she knew she couldn't remember, it frustrated her. 

“I was reckless with your life.” Jack says as he lets his head drop sadly, “I was reckless with my life.” Miriam responds trying to make jack feel as though its not his fault. Because it’s not. Its not his fault for His Wife’s attempted suicide, Beverly’s death,  Miriam’s kidnapping, Will’s imprisonment, Y/N and Hannibal’s Attemped Assasination. None of it ws ever His fault.

“I saw what I needed in you and I used you. I let you break the rules on my behalf while I hid behind deniability.” Jack says He believes everything is his fault. 

“Please, Agent Crawford. Don't apologize to me for my mistakes. He treated me very well until the end. Until he put me in the ground. Even when he took my arm. He told me what he was going to do. I went to sleep. I woke up, it was gone. Said he was giving it to you.” Miriam says with wide eyes gazing down on the floor. “Did he tell you why?”

“He said he wanted to give you hope.”

“Can you identify him?”

“I could hear his voice. I couldn't see his face. All I could see......was light.”

“Why didn't he kill you, Miriam? Why were you spared?” Jack asks curiously. “I wasn't spared. He was just saving me for last.” Miriam says with a Grim look.

BAU - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY-

ALANA BLOOM and Y/N L/N are with HANNIBAL in the small room with the TWO-

WAY MIRROR. “They- I found a witness. A survivor. The only victim of the Chesapeake Ripper who lived to tell.” I say looking at him seriously. I focus on my breathing to keep me grounded at the moment. “Is this witness watching me now?” Hannibal asks, looking me in the eyes, then turns to Alana. “Yes.” 

”It seems I am the usual suspect.” Hannibal sighs,  “I keep having angry, imaginary conversations with Jack Crawford about that. I wish I could tell you why this is happening.” Alana says as Hannibal looks to the glass. “I don't think even Jack can tell me why. His witness must not be able to identify the Ripper by sight.” Hannibal stands and approaches the glass.

“Jack wants them to hear my voice. Otherwise, I'd be in here alone. Still, I appreciate your company.” Hannibal says politely, Miriam Won’t ID him. He’s too clever for that. He won’t let himself be caught unless that's specifically what he wants. It's genius. 

“There's new evidence in Will's case. Evidence he didn't commit the crimes he was accused of. Will's innocent, Hannibal.” I say promptly, Glad He’ll be out. Ready to actually see him.  “He's not innocent of trying to kill me. And he's not innocent of what is happening here.” He says almost Curtly, My head bows. 

“He thinks you're the Ripper.” Alana says Sadly, I understand why she’s so upset. I’m not. I know what he is. Who he is and what he has done. And for some reason. It doesnt scare me one bit. It’s a Little Exciting? No- I- I dont know. Hannibal approaches the glass  “He's no longer alone in that.”

BSHCI - CELL BLOCK/WILL GRAHAM'S CELL - DAY-

Dr. Chilton limps toward Will's cell. As he approaches the last cell on the left, WILL is standing in the middle of his cage. He's no longer wearing his prison jumpsuit; he's wearing civilian clothes.

“This is very sudden.” Will says with a quick downturn of his Lips. “The federal prosecutor has dropped all charges. Since you weren't convicted of killing anyone, the basis for your sentencing to this institution is null and void. The Chesapeake Ripper has set you free.” Chilton speaks Quickly and does not miss a beat. “You're my psychiatrist, you could have kept me here if you wanted.”

“I'd love nothing more than to see you trade places with Dr. Lecter.”

“Now that's a prize patient.” Dr. Chilton waves his cane at the CCTV CAMERA. A moment, then Will Graham's cell door OPENS. Will steps out. “You may have been exonerated, but Hannibal Lecter has yet to be incriminated. Which means, there's a cannibal on the loose. I have no intention of ending up on his menu.”

“Then confess, Frederick. Might be the only thing saves your life.” They start down the hall.

“Confess to what?” Chilton inquires, “Confess to bonding with Hannibal Lecter over your mutual practice of unorthodox therapies. Dr. Lecter with me. You with Abel Gideon.” Will says as the men both walk towards his freedom. “Abel Gideon has been playing his own game. Was wheeled out of that hospital by the Chesapeake Ripper. Curious what bargain they struck.” “There's no bargaining with smoke. Gideon's dead. You're next.”

“Unless I unburden myself?” Chilton asks incredulously. “Confession's good for the soul. Shine a light on your relationship with Hannibal Lecter. He works in the shadows. Deny them to him. Tell Jack Crawford everything.” Will says with the raise of his brows.

“So if Hannibal kills me, he'll look more suspicious? Or are you simply suggesting I kill my career before Hannibal can kill me?” Chilton asks confused,  “I'm suggesting you convince Jack Crawford however you can. Like your life depends on it.” The gate BUZZES, OPENS. As Will steps through, Chilton asks: “Why didn't Hannibal just kill you? Or Y/N?”

“Because he wants to be our friend.”

BSHCI - THERAPY HALL - DAY-

Will comes through the doors under the guards' pulpit and into the main hall. Sunlight shines through the windows, creating shafts of light and shadow. Will walks toward freedom, pausing to look at the brutal THERAPY CAGES where he spent so much time. Walking down the hall, through the pools of light, he realizes Y/N is waiting for him, standing near the base of the stairs. Will stops short. His Breathing stops. He hasnt seen her since he was told she was Almost Murdered. 

“You need a ride?” I smile softly, I pull at my long sleeves to keep my still bandaged wrists covered. He steps in front of me, takes my face in his hands. He lets out a shuddering breath as he pulls me into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He sighs into my hair. I rub his back soothingly. “I’m glad to see you out of there.” I say as I reluctantly pull away from the hug after a moment.

I open my passenger door and gesture for him come. “Come on Lets not keep jack waiting for us” I smile. Once he’s in the car I round to the drivers side and get in. Seat belts on and ready to go. I pull out of the parking lot and get on the long road back. “Care you know I-” “I know you didn’t order for me to be killed. Matthew Brown said it himself. And you would never hurt me.” I place one of my hands on his.

“What happened anyway?” He asks curiously, I take a deep breath. “He knocked me out with a tranquilizer outside of my car as i was leaving our last visit…..When i woke up I was Bleeding Heavily, My clothes had been changed. My thighs and my Wrists had deep lacerations. My head was pounding. I was told he kicked me. I still had my gun. So I stood up dazed, i drew my gun. And i killed him. Point blank. Next thing was told to me. I collasped to the floor and sent in an ambulance in critical condition.” I Shiver at the thought. I feel him squeeze my hand. I give him a sad smile.

“I’m so sorry” He says softly, “Its okay. I’m just glad your back”

VIRGINIA BARN - CISTERN ROOM - DAY-

The basement is lit by work lights creating eerie shadows across a large, coffin-sized FREEZER. A RACK OF LARGE GLASS SLIDES, like the ones that encased Beverly Katz, lines a wall near the BUZZ SAW that sliced her into vertical slabs. For a BRIEF MOMENT, Will sees BEVERLY'S REFLECTION in a pane of glass. He averts eyes inadvertently toward a kill room.

Linoleum is rolled out on the wooden floor to give a cleanable surface. Centered on it is an AUTOPSY TABLE, stainless steel picking up highlights, a drain running around the sides -- a pipe running into a vat beneath. A roll of KNIVES and SURGICAL INSTRUMENTS upon it. Will eyes several heavy GLASS JARS filled with BLOOD resting on another table.

“It's Beverly Katz's blood. He drained her before he froze her. Before he cut into her.” I say as I look around the uneasy basement that housed the souls of many lost. 

Bunches of DYING FLOWERS, VINES and BRANCHES are on the autopsy table, coiled in a withering mass. Will looks at the file as Jack and I walk him through the space, toward a pair of raised CISTERN OPENINGS.

“The Chesapeake Ripper's most-recent victim drowned in this cistern. The water in his lungs led us here.” Jack says as he looks into one of the two cisterns, black water halfway up its walls. Above each cistern, a BLOCK AND TACKLE hangs from a hook in the ceiling. Jack moves to the dry cistern.

“We found Miriam down there.” I say softly, remembering the thank you she had given me. “She believes the Ripper brought her here to kill her. He was saving her to be his last victim. He

knows we're close to catching him.”  Jack says, It’s laughable that Jack thinks He’d let us catch him. We’ll know who he is yes. But Catch Him? No. Not unless thats specifically what he wants.

“He's been caught before. Catch a fish once and it gets away, it's a lot harder to catch a second time.” Will says as Jack watches Him as he surveys the room. Will Graham takes a breath, exhales, then closes his eyes.

A PENDULUM It swings in the darkness of Will Graham’s mind, keeping rhythm with his heartbeat. FWUM. FWUM. “Let’s do what we do best…” I whisper softly to him. His eyes are closed. The PENDULUM is now outside his head. It swings behind Will and Y/N, Jack Crawford recedes into the shadows. FWUM. The PENDULUM swings on the other side of the

room, disappearing evidence markers and work lights. FWUM. The dying flowers, vines and branches on the table REJUVENATE and BLOOM ANEW, restored to a fresh state of life.

The crime scene has now been decriminalized in Will's head. Will opens his eyes to DARKNESS. 

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE (WILL'S POV)-

the TREE MAN in full bloom, in front of Will, rooted to the floor of Hannibal's office. Tree Man's

branches grow, reaching out of him and stretching to the ceiling. Will takes it all in. “I sewed the seeds and watched them grow. I cultivated a long chain of events leading to this. This, all of this, has been my design.” A dramatic THEATER CURTAIN closes on the proscenium arch of Hannibal's office. 

VIRGINIA BARN - CISTERN ROOM - DAY-

Will glances down at the cistern. “It's theater.” I say as Will unceremoniously closes the cistern lid. The irony really. I grew up on stage, I stopped performing when I moved in with Uncle Stephen. But Hannibal seems to keep dragging me on for an encore. We’re all Actors in a meticulously written Play.

“Every time the Chesapeake Ripper kills, it's theater.” Jack says tiredly, “The Chesapeake Ripper didn't bring Miriam here to kill her. He brought her here for you to find.” Will says as he comes up behind me, his hand grazing my lower back.  “The Ripper isn't self-destructive. He doesn't want to get caught.”

“He wants you to catch someone. Like he wanted you to catch me. Somewhere, in all this evidence, you'll find something that will lead you away from Hannibal Lecter.” Will says, causing me to actually laugh. “Miriam Lass already has.” Jack says, I place a hand over my face still silently laughing.

“Two years is a long time to have Hannibal in your head. You can't trust her, Jack. You can't trust

any of this to be what it seems.” I say that warningly. Jack Crawford considers that warning...

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

The house sits nestled amidst bare trees and snow. Silence.  Will walks up to the porch,

enjoying the crunch of fresh snow underfoot. The door OPENS revealing Y/N inside. She barely has time to greet Will before THE DOGS squeeze past her. Will rushes to meet them as they bound up to him, and he is engulfed in their unbridled joy. He drops to his knees in the snow as he pets them. I cannot help but smile.

“Welcome home.” I say softly, “Thank you. Thank you for taking care of them. They seem happy.”

“Happy to see you.” Will is momentarily overwhelmed with the dogs swarming around him, each wanting to greet and lick. He notices a NEW DOG. “Who's this?”

“‘Luna. She's mine. She’s my second. I rescued her.” I attach a lead to Luna's collar. “Picking up some of my bad habits?”

“Picking up your good habits…..” I sigh “Will. I- I know about Hannibal. And I knew about Abigail. And I knew something was wrong with you. I know so much more than I let on-” I say with a shaky tone, “Y/N. I know. I knew you knew. And I know it’s hard.” Will stands up and Holds me as I cry softly in his arms.

“Will?” I lift my head from his chest. “Hmm?” He asks as he looks down at me.

“Did you really order for Hannibal’s death?” I ask as I look into his eyes. He takes a deep breath and continues to look at me. “Y/N….”

“Something’s changed within you. You used to be terrified of yourself, so unsure. But now you- you make definitive decisions and have motives behind them. Will-” He cups my face with one of his hands. “Y/N. You are Brilliant and Gorgeous. And you Think like no one else does. But we both know What Hannibal is. And I won't risk Him hurting you or worse.”

FBI - MIRIAM LASS'S DORM - DAY-

Miriam's hands as she scratches her prosthesis. “Are you an FBI agent?” Will and Y/N are in the room with Miriam. “She is. I used to teach at the Academy. Two days ago, I was an inmate at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Courtesy of the Chesapeake Ripper.” Will says as he sits in front of Her.

“The Guru told me the only people who demonstrated any practical understanding of the Ripper are you two. Didn't mention you were a victim.” Miriam says confused, i raise an eyebrow; “The Guru?”

“Jack Crawford. We called him the Guru. He has a peculiar cleverness.”

“The Guru tells me you don't remember much about what the Chesapeake Ripper did to you. I couldn't remember either.”

“Couldn't?”

“I remember now. Not all of it. Pieces. I was under his influence. The Chesapeake Ripper used some kind of light to induce seizure responses in my brain. He created blackouts and lost time.”

Miriam quietly breathes, struggling with the familiarity of what Will is telling her. Her voice is just above a whisper. In the safety of the FBI, it's still terrifying to recall.

“I remember the light. He always stood in front of it, at a distance from me, silhouetted, very still.” The CHAMBER MUSIC, heard earlier, begins to fill her mind. “Like we were in the garden of the hurricane's eye. He would play chamber music. I still hear it.” Will reacts, hearing the familiar haunting SOLO CELLO that plagued his own nightmares rising in his ears.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT -

Hannibal comes into the dark room. Moves toward the refrigerator. Stops. Lifts his nose to the air. “The same unfortunate aftershave. Too long in the bottle.” Hannibal opens the refrigerator door and the light illuminates a gun pointed at his head, Will Graham behind it. “Our last kitchen conversation was interrupted by Jack Crawford. I'd like to pick up where we left off. If memory serves, you were asking me if it'd feel good to kill you.”

“You've given that some thought.” Hannibal says as he fully Turns to Will.“You wanted me to embrace my nature, doctor. Just following the urges I kept down for so long, cultivating them as the inspirations they are.”

“You never answered my question. How would killing me make you feel?”

“Righteous.”

“Aren't you curious, Will? Why you? Why Miriam Lass? What does the Chesapeake Ripper want with you?”

“You tell me. How did Miriam Lass find you? You made sure no one could find you that way again.” Hannibal looks past the gun barrel, into Will's eyes. “If I'm not the Ripper, you murder an innocent man. You better than anyone know what it is to be wrongly accused. You were innocent, Will, and no one saw it.”

“Y/N saw it and I'm not innocent. You saw to that.” Will says with a dark tone. Y/N was right, Will had definitely changed.

“If I am the Ripper and you kill me, who will answer your questions? Don't you want to know how it ends?” Will doesn't respond, he just slowly steps backward into the shadows, disappearing into darkness. HANNIBAL watches the space where Will stood.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - DAY -

Miriam looks at Jack, who nods at her, and she moves around the room. Hannibal's very aware of this, sensing an agenda. “I would have been happy to come to your office, Jack.”

“I wanted to do this here.” Jack says seriously.  “I'm sure you have your reasons.”

Miriam crosses to the table with Hannibal's drawings. In a conscious repeat, Hannibal steps behind Miriam as she leafs through his drawings. HANNIBAL looms over her shoulder. “These are beautiful. Yours?” Miriam picks up a PORTRAIT DRAWING and studies it. “I enjoy portraiture. A subject's mental processes betrayed only by the expression on their face.”

“Miriam, I thought Dr. Lecter could be helpful during your recovery.” Jack says to Hannibal as He stares at the pair. “The most-important aspect of a successful recovery is recognizing that life will never be the same.” Hannibal says to The F.B.I Agents. “Then I'm well on my way to a successful recovery.” Miriam says with a cautious sarcasticness. “The Chesapeake Ripper sent me a message from you. It was recorded shortly after you were taken.” Jack explains to her.

“It's me? My voice?”

“Yes. I debated whether I should play it for you. Still debating.”

“I want to hear it.” He presses "play." she listens to her terrified voice. Jack watches Hannibal watching her, steely. “Jack... Jack, it's Miriam. I don't know where I am. I can't see anything. I was so wrong. Please, Jack. I don't wanna die like this.” Tears well in Miriam's eyes as the message cuts out. She remains quiet for a long moment, reeling, finally: “I don't remember it.” Miriam's hand absently scratches against her prosthetic.

“Would you like to try?” We HEAR the ambient noise of Miriam's breathing, heartbeat and circulatory system. EERIE CHORUS OF VOICES “You're waking now. Waking, calm. Waking in a pleasant room. Safe.” The CHORUS OF VOICES unifies into a single voice: “Open your eyes.”

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - DAY-

The drapes are drawn and the room is dark. Miriam now sits opposite Hannibal. A METRONOME and LIGHT pulsing between them. Jack stands behind Hannibal, in the shadows. We hear a phone line RINGING, waiting for the line to pick up.

She holds a phone to her cheek, the light of the keypad the only source of illumination. The PHONE CONTINUES TO RING until an automated answer:  “Jack Crawford.” Then a BEEP tells us to leave a message.

Jack watches Miriam, over Hannibal, from the shadows. Hating this. Miriam's hand absently scratches her prosthesis. “I was so wrong. Please, Jack. I don't want to die like this.”

“Miriam, what was the last thing you remember before making that call, before waking in the darkness?” She looks past the strobing METRONOME to Jack in the shadows. The shadows seem to recede around him even as the blackness deepens. Jack looks at Miriam, and then, as she watches – his TORSO suddenly SPROUTS WOUNDS AND IMPLEMENTS, they burst

backward from his body and he becomes a standing WOUND MAN.

She averts her eyes from Jack Crawford as Wound Man, glancing down to see she's holding the WOUND MAN DRAWING -- the last thing she saw before Hannibal choked her unconscious.

“The Wound Man.”

BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - DAY-

ZELLER and PRICE are presenting to Jack, Alana and Y/N.

“We found a fingerprint on a flower petal. A partial smudge. Not enough points for a courtroom, but it triggered a match. Hannibal Lecter.” Jimmy says to us as he turns the computer monitor. Alana looks shocked. Jack's world takes another turn. I don’t know why but I feel a sense of dread about our findings.

“After all these murders, the Ripper's gonna leave a print now?” Zeller says confused. Because he wants to frame someone else. “Will said whatever evidence we found would lead us away from the Chesapeake Ripper.” Jack says, I shake my head with a soft scoff. 

“We also found sodium amytal and scopolamine in Miriam's blood.” Zeller points out the blood results.“Dr. Chilton used scopolamine and sodium amytal on both Gideon and Will during their therapy. One claimed to be the Chesapeake Ripper, the other accused Hannibal.” Alana says and I close my eyes, Of course. Frederick.

“"You've got the right box, just looking in the wrong corner." Gideon pointed me right at him, told me Chilton was the Ripper.” Jack says, trying to make sense of everything.  “Wait. I'm confused. Who are we saying is the Chesapeake Ripper? Dr. Lecter or Dr. Chilton?” Jimmy says with furrowed brows.

“Bring them both in.” 

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - ENTRY HALL - DAY-

Chilton lets himself in through the front door and throws his keys onto a dresser. Walks into the house. He throws his coat over a chair back and then stops. Listens. A faint, regular BEEPING can be heard. Slow and rhythmic.

Chilton moves toward it, like SONAR PINGING. It gets louder at the foot of the stairs and he starts to ascend. Following the beeps like a beacon, drawing him closer.

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS LANDING - DAY-

Chilton comes up the stairs, onto the landing. The beeps are getting louder. A steady pulse. Confused and tense, Chilton moves down the hall. The slow beep plays a double rhythm with his own faster- beating heart. The beeps get louder… BEEP, BEEP... Getting slower...BEEP.... BEEP. Slower still. Winding down.

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - GUEST BEDROOM - DAY-

The slow beep becomes a SOLID TONE as Dr. Chilton pushes open the door and steps inside and – STOPS DEAD.

ABEL GIDEON -- now missing all four limbs -- lies on a bed. An IV drip under one clavicle, wounds neatly bandaged. The TONE rises up, becoming louder and louder in Chilton's

head. Overpowering his now-THUNDERING HEARTBEAT. Despite himself, Chilton moves forward, fascination and dread combined. 

All Gideon's limbs have been neatly removed. He stares, lifeless, at the ceiling. DEAD.

Chilton stares until finally he breaks the spell. Knows he is in trouble. Turns and runs for the stairs -- the TONE receding behind him.

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - ENTRY HALL - DAY-

Dr. Chilton comes hard and fast down the stairs, panicked. And falls headlong over a PACKED SUITCASE at the foot of the stairs. It wasn't there before. Chilton is sprawled, looks up as a pair of well-shined shoes appears before him. “Oh My God”

HANNIBAL LECTER'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY-

Hannibal moves from the timer to the oven and opens the door. Pulls out the tray onto the worktop. The roast looks fabulous, steaming and juicy and brown. He savors the aroma.

Smiles to himself, pleased with it.

“Are you absolutely sure I can't interest you in a bite?” Brian Zeller and Jimmy Price standing on the other side of the counter. “We need to get going, Dr. Lecter.” Zeller says as he wouldn't eat the meat anyway. “Will we be long? Only asking if I should refrigerate or cover and cool on the counter?”

“Put it in the fridge.”

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM/KITCHEN - DAY-

Dr. Chilton sits in an armchair. His eyes are closed. He stirs. Groans. Licks his lips. Rubs his face with a hand and it leaves a thick smear of blood down his cheek... Slowly, his eyes open. Groggy. He comes to, looks down at himself. His clothes are covered in blood. One hand holds a bloody chef's knife. There is a bloodied FBI-issue automatic handgun in his lap. He takes this in. Can't remember. Disbelieving. His own bloody footprints track across the floor from the kitchen --Where two DEAD FBI AGENTS have been displayed.

The first sits on the kitchen worktop, a curved gash in his abdomen. His intestines are looped around and tied into a large, ostentatious bow. The second is lying on the floor, kitchen knives and implements sticking from his bare torso -- a conscious reconstruction of the Jeremy Olmsted/Wound Man killing.

Chilton drops the knife. He stands and the gun thumps to the floor. He staggers closer to the bodies. A hand to his thumping head, leaving another blood smear. Up close, the tableau is even more horrific. Dazed, he picks up the gun and grabs a couple of suitcases.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

Will Graham sits with a case file, reading, the dogs at his Feet and Y/N’s head resting on his shoulder. The pack of dogs all jumps up as one, BARKING and agitated. Will Graham moves to the window. 

Dr. Chilton, his coat thrown over his bloody clothes, pulls his RED SPORTS CAR up before the house. The stolen gun lies on the passenger seat and he puts it in a pocket before getting out of the car. He grabs his suitcases out of the trunk and starts walking for the house.

Chilton approaches, the front door opens and the dogs stream, BARKING, onto the porch and down at him. He stops dead, frightened. Looks up at Will and Y/N as he comes closer. 

“May I use your shower, please?”

DR. CHILTON'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY-

Jack Crawford is standing near the dead FBI agents, stares at Gideon's body being wheeled

through the house. Jimmy Price is with him.“Gideon hasn't been dead long, no more than a couple of hours. Chilton's been cutting steaks off of him for days.” Jimmy says from beside him.

Brian Zeller emerges from the library, holding an OLD MEDICAL TEXT. He approaches Jack, who stands over the Wound Man corpse. Zeller indicates the library he just came from. “Chilton's shelves are filled with old medical books.” Zeller opens a book revealing an illustration of Wound Man. “Wound Man.”

“This illustration's in a lot of early surgical texts. It's the Ripper's sixth victim.”

“Chilton was consulting on the Ripper case when Miriam disappeared. She must've talked to him, made the connection. Beverly made a connection, too.” Jack stares at the illustration, cold getting colder. “Chilton's been part of the Ripper investigation since before Will Graham, before Hannibal Lecter, before Miriam Lass. He had access to case files, he knew everything the Ripper needed to know.”

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY -

“Frederick?” I call out softly as he sits dazed on Will’s couch Freshly showered. Clothes

Changed. “Y/N…” He looks up at me, his Breathing Ragged. “I’m so sorry this is happening to you.” I say as I sit down next to him. I wish this didn't happen. But of course Hannibal would make Fredrick his fall guy. “Frederick, I'm not gonna tell you to not run. If i was you I’d be almost to Italy. But what I am going to tell you is to be smart. You're an Intelligent man and a Good Psychiatrist, given with some ethical issues. You’re my Friend and I wish this wasn't Happening to you. But all I ask is for you to be Smart.” I say softly as he looks in my eyes and then nods. I stand up and join Will in the Kitchen. WILL GRAHAM'S KITCHEN - DAY -

Will watches as Chilton paces, freshly showered, clothes changed, hyped, brain working overtime:

“I have the same profile as Hannibal Lecter. Same medical and psychology background. We are both doctors of note in our fields. Of course it would be me. Hannibal was never going to kill me. I'm his patsy.” Frederick says as he pulls on his coat. “I as well have the same profile As you and Hannibal lecter” I say softly, He scoffs “No… The only difference is that you're a young woman. I have to leave the country. I'm leaving the country.”

“If you run, you look guilty.” Will says as he runs his hand up and down my back. He knows this is hard for me since Frederick is my friend.

“You didn't run and you looked plenty guilty. Abel Gideon was half-eaten in my guest room. I gun from his pocket and points it at a suddenly-wary Will.

“Will…What have you Done?”

“I called Jack Crawford.” Chilton shakes his head. “Frederick….” I say Warningly as I start to stand slowly. It wasn’t my idea. No, no, no…” He backs to the window, gun Flipping to Y/N. Looks out. Jack Crawford is getting out of his car and walking toward the house. Will moves toward the front door. “No. Stay there.”

“You're not a killer, Frederick.”  CHILTON -- behind the gun -- and he knows he won't fire. I turn to Frederick, “I’ll Try to give you A Head start. Go.” I say quickly and he nods. 

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY-

Will walks onto the porch to meet Jack Crawford. Comes down the steps. Jack's face is murderous. “Why did you come alone, Jack?”

“Where is he?”

“Why did you come alone?” 

“Is he in the house?” Jack says trying to get into the house but Will pushes him back.“I told you everything isn't what it  seems. The Chesapeake Ripper is playing with us. All of us.” Will says to the man who clearly isn’t thinking straight. 

“I'm not playing.”

“You going to kill Chilton? Jack up the law and get underneath it?” Will raises a brow trying to reason with the murderous man. But all Jack does is bite back: “You wagging the same tongue that gave the order to kill Hannibal?”

“Difference is, Chilton's not the Chesapeake Ripper. Hannibal is.”

“The Chesapeake Ripper isn't playing all of us, Will. He's playing you.” Jack goes to enter. Will steps in his way. “Jack. Wait. Let me bring him out. He's got a gun.” Jack holds Will's gaze. Pulls out his own gun. “Good.”

He pushes past Will and walks up the steps, onto the porch. He steps in fast, gun first. Ready to fire. “Jack! Don’t!” I say as he marches up to me. “Where is He Y/N!” He says like a man on a mission, “Jack Please….He didn’t do this” “Y/N Where is He.” He says Dangerously, my eyes sadly drift to The back door swinging Closed...

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - WOODS - DAY-

The bare skeletal trees black against the crisp white snow.  totally-inappropriate shoes crunch through the snow, the owner tripping and stumbling --Frederick stumbles through the woods -- away from Will's house.  JACK CRAWFORD -- plowing through the snow after him. Gun at the ready. Bloodlust high in him.

Dr. Chilton stumbles, falls, dropping the gun he carries. He grabs it up and fights to his feet, gasping, terrified...“CHILTON?!!!” A raw yell -- it echoes through the woods. Chilton hears it around him, as if surrounded, and redoubles his efforts. He crosses a FROZEN STREAM, the ice cracking under his feet, the water below sucking off his shoes. He clambers up the other side...

Jack progresses faster, more determined. Following the footprints ahead of him. Breaking into a run. Jack sees the limping silhouette of Chilton ahead of him. “Chilton!” He raises his gun and fires. THUNK! The bullet scatters splinters from a tree as Chilton passes it. KA-CHOO, KA-CHOO, KA-CHOO -- the receding echoes of the shot ring around the woods.

Dr. Chilton moves into a snow-filled clearing amidst the trees. Staggers across it. “Stop right where you are.”

Chilton turns to face his hunter. Jack has his gun at arm's length, sighting down the barrel.

Jack's finger on the trigger. As Jack approaches, Chilton drops to his knees in the snow.

He holds out his arms like a penitent. Like Jesus on the cross. as the gun falls from Chilton's fingers and nestles in the snow. Jack moves toward Chilton, finger aching on the trigger. His ‘nemesis’ finally before him.

Jack stops ten feet from Chilton who gasps, exhausted. Head down. His arms slowly FALL TO HIS SIDES. JACK, finger tightening on the trigger, conflicted. Chilton looks up at him. Scared. Exhausted and empty.

BAU - EVIDENCE PROCESSING - DAY-

Dr. Chilton's face is now clean of blood. He looks exhausted, standing on a white sheet as he hands his clothes to Jimmy Price. Brian Zeller writes down the inventory…”...one two-piece suit in charcoal gray, one white shirt, fifteen-inch collar, one billfold containing cash, credit cards and driver's license. One set of car keys…” Chilton stares forward. “I need to speak with Will Graham. Or Dr. L/N.”

“I don't care what you need.” Their hatred is palpable. CHILTON -- his predicament landing hard. “One Montblanc fountain pen in silver and black…”

 BAU - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY-

Dr. Chilton now sits opposite Alana Bloom and Y/N is against the wall watching sadly. He is cuffed to the table and wears an ORANGE JUMPSUIT. “Does it have to be you Two? It seems like a final indignity.”

“Not like you to hide an achievement.” Alana says softly, disgusted by the man she once called friend. “The achievement is not mine.”

“Whose is it? Hannibal Lecter's?” Alana asks, still refusing to open her eyes. “Those are just words coming out of your mouth. No weight to them. No consideration they may be true.” Frederick says blankly as his eyes go to me. “They're not true. You were using coercive therapies, influencing Abel Gideon and Will Graham to point the Ripper investigation in false directions.” Alana says, I know why Everyone thinks it is so but I also know why it is not.

“You can't see it. And you won't see it until it's too late. Don't say I didn't warn you, Dr. Bloom.” He stares at the TWO-WAY MIRROR they are reflected in. JACK AND MIRIAM Stand in the viewing room. Watching this interview. She stares at Chilton. Her prosthetic arm is folded across her chest. She scratches it furiously with the other hand.

“In fact, I believe those should be my last words on the subject of the Ripper until my lawyer arrives.” Frederick says before going silent. As I nod softly. 

Miriam is shaking. Jack watches her. as she unravels. The shaking is involuntary, some giant feeling trying to escape. Tears fall down her cheeks. 

“It's him. It's him. It's him.” Jack moves to her, her distress is all the answer he needs, and he grabs her in a bear hug. Pulling her to him, her eyes away from the glass. A moan escapes her as she cries into Jack's shoulder. She rocks against him and then pushes away. He releases her. Realizes too late that she now holds his gun. Miriam lifts the gun and aims. Fires through the glass.

 the glass spiderwebbing around the hole. Through the hole, we PUSH IN on Miriam behind the gun barrel. As the bullet hits Chilton in the face, his head snaps back and he goes over backward in a spray of blood. Alana diving for cover. Y/N Gasps loudly.  

ALANA -- on the floor, looking at Chilton who lies half-up,half-down, his body held up awkwardly by the shackles on his wrists. Blood ripping from his ravaged face to the floor. Y/N Moves to try and help him. Her Medical instincts Kicking in.

HANNIBAL LECTER'S OFFICE - NIGHT-

Hannibal Lecter sits in one of the two armchairs. A glass of red wine in hand. Enjoying the music. A KNOCK at the door disturbs his reverie. He places his glass down and goes to the door. Opens it to find Will Graham. Will has cut his hair – shorter, neater. Everything about him seems focused. “Hello, Will.”

“May I come in?” Will asks Softly,  “Do you intend to point a gun at me?”

“Not tonight.” He lets Will into the room. “Are you expecting someone?” Will asks as he knows the only person Hannibal’s expecting is him. “Only you.” Will smirks: “Kept my standing appointment open.” it's a statement not a question. “And you're right on time.”

“I have to deal with you. And my feelings about you. I think it's best if I do that directly.” Will says as he glances around the familiar room. “First you have to grieve for what is lost and what has changed.” Hannibal Gazes at the changed man. Proud he changed him. “I've changed. You changed me.” 

“The friendship that we had is over. The Chesapeake Ripper is over.” Hannibal says inquisitively “It had to be Miriam, didn't it? She was compelled to take his life so she could take her own back.” Will asks as he places his Jacket on his Chair. “How will you take your life back?”

“I'd like to resume my therapy.” Hannibal stares as Will sits in his familiar chair. After a long moment, Hannibal follows suit and sits opposite him. the two of them silhouetted in their chairs, regarding each other.

“Where shall we begin?” As the corners of Will's mouth threat to curl...

[wulf59-stuff]

So while you are waiting for the art. Here you go. It's an oldish fic I wrote. It's after 'The Stockholm Syndrome Caper'

Carmen and Julia

As she was running through the small quiet streets, chasing a figure she feared she'll never see again many thoughts went through her head but the one that she heard the clearest was screaming 'She's alive!'. Looking up at the dead end she hoped they could finally talk but as suddenly as it appeared the familiar red coat disappeared in the shadows. And Julia like the fool she was followed without a moment of hesitation.

'I have to tell her. To apologize. To see that it's really her, that she is really is alive'.

When the shadows cleared a bit the agent could finally breathe out a sigh of relief. It was her! It was really Carmen, and she stood just a couple meters away from the agent and keeping enough space behind herself and the wall. The gentle breeze softly swinging her coat. The woman's hat covered her eyes and the only thing Julia could see was her lips – bright red like always. But this time the same lips that were always curled in a smirk around the smaller woman had been replaced with a line of carefully crafted indifference. To Julia it almost looked like a frown that the thief was desperately trying to keep under control.

But the worst part was the ice in Carmen’s voice when she addressed the woman standing before her. "Agent Argent." Julia was taken aback, physically flinching at the distance the thief was creating. Then she rased her head, revealing a bit of her eyes. And when she saw the raging storm in her eyes Julia was forced to step back yet again.

"Car- Ms. Sandiego." She managed with a quiver in her voice. The agent took in a deep breath straightening her posture as she did and continued. "I'm sorry. My intention was never to hurt you...or ruin our relationship. Chief said she will let me talk to you alone, I didn't know she will brake her promise. I-I... I'm so s-sorry." She finished tears welling up in the corners of her eyes spilling down her cheeks.

"Then why are you still with them?" Everything about her was so cold that Julia couldn't believe how the woman on the oder side of the train table and this one were the same. "If our relationship means so much to you why did you stay?" One step forward. "Why didn't you leave?" And another. "Why didn't you do anything to stop them?" And another one. "Or to find me and explain yourself?" And with that the thief was infront of her one step from either of them and they would be face to face. Carmen's eyes were now completely visible and as they locked with those of Julia's, the short woman’s heart broke. They were full of rage, sadness, betrayal. They looked just as broken as she was when they found her in the snow.

"I stayed beacuse i wanted to make sure you were okay, and I couldn't do that any other way." Her eyes fell to the ground not wanting to look at Carmen, as she started fidgeting with her fingers, waiting for a response. She expected the thief to be angry, to tell her she hated her and that she never wanted to see her again. What she didn't expect however was for the other woman to place one of her hands on the agents shoulder and lay her head on the other as a pleased sigh escaped her red lips.

Julia made a small noise of surprise from the contact. Why was this happening? Was she playing with her? Was this another dream? All kind of questions went through her mind.

But she was quickly brought back to reality as the other spoke.

"Promise?"

Carmen's voice was so small and tired now, honestly if Julia was a bit more naïve she would have said it sounded a bit happy and hopeful...but she wasn't *that* naïve.

Carmen's hand dropped from the agent’s shoulder and took a hold of her hand instead, squeezing it lightly, pleading, begging for an answer. Like a small child that has broken something and wants to be reassured that it was okay. That reminded Julia just how young Carmen was.

"I promise." Voice strong, confident in her answer. She wasn't going to hurt Carmen again, or let anyone else hurt her.

They stayed like that for a while.

At one point Carmen started to dose off and Julia decided that it was time to separate. She took Carmen's shoulder and pushed her up of off her. As she did she could hear the quiet protests of the other. The thief's grip on the others hand tightened and she opens her gray eyes to look at her black ones. Her stare was unmoving and Julia could feel her cheeks heating up.

"It's late. We need to get back to our teams before they get too worried." She pointed out her lips curving up into a gentle smile.

"Come to my room?" Her cheeks were definitely red now. "I would like to talk a bit more." Carmen's face also had a hint of red that wasn't there before.

"Smooth Red. I'm proud of you." A quiet voice came from her earrings. Carmen's flush became deeper as she turned her head to shout-wisper at the person on the other end.

" I told you to kill the line! Why are you listening in on us?! And for how long?"

"Calm down Red. You were offline for too long and i got worried. I turned them back on just now. But I must admit that was my best timing yet.😁"

"You are dead the moment I see you.😡"

"Worth it.😏"

Carmen released a heavy sigh and turned back to face Julia. "Sorry. Sooo the offer still stands. What do you say?" Carmen questioned stretching her arm out for Julia to take.

"That sounds lovely, but I will have to go to my and Chase’s hotel to leave something. Is that alright? I will come after."

"Yes it’s fine. I will ask Player to show you the way when you're done."

They both smiled as they turned to go their separate ways. Julia practically ran to her hotel room so she could go out as soon as possible.

[scarletgemstone]

if seth was in hope in hell masterpost part 1

hope in hell is by @chiconisroc

moro is @chiconisroc oc

"father?" "abel are you coming?" "father! let him up! you'll drown him!"

"what?! stay here?!"

"i'm sorry abel i know you see the good in others but we can get in trouble for this"

"ok abel i'll give this hotel a chance"

"well it's not what i expected"

"my name is seth"

"yes miss molly was always such a kind soul"

(to cherri)

"you better show some respect!"

"we did'nt"

"you don't know our father like we do"

"yes and i apologiz for that "

(to alastor)

"how dare you!?"

"you have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Cousins?"

"we're family?"

"we had responsibilities me and abel didn't get to spend much time with Father"

"father please"

"yes indeed"

"thank you angel dust"

"what have you done!? what did you do?!"

"father we want you to come back home with us"

"vaggie you called him?"

"how dare you! you...you...hypocart!"

(seth tears up)

"you can't do this! you can't keep us from our father!"

(abel holds seth back)

"how could you!? we just got him back!"

"you can't just imprison him there! it will destroy him!"

(crys into his brother's shoulder)

"(sobs) we'll never see him again"

(to luci)

"don't touch me!"

"no you don't get it!"

"just leave me alone"

"brother? (sniffle) how are we going to fix this?"

“I told you not to talk to me”

“Abel please sleep you and Charlie haven’t slept in a while “

“What’s there to talk about “

“You had a long time to talk “

(To Lucifer)

“You made your choice now live with it!”

“Moro already did this”

“I trusted you all Charlie trusted you all and you didn’t even give my father a chance “

"you will listen well"

"charlie is right"

"our father spent years alone he was all we have "

"my brother is right he was'nt prefect but he did try"

"so our father was the one you want to blame?"

"is that it? i know you all were mad but this it makes it hard to trust any of you"

"and when we came i thought father would no longer be alone but you couldn't give him that"

"moro tried to keep us from our father saying that it was for the best but father was so lonely"

"i tried but now i realized how much I wanted my family tougher again"

(tears up as abel comfrots him)

"Please i just want him back I just want our father back"

"i have emily to thank for getting sera to let us in on that movie night"

"my father was not a pet!!"

"my father better be in one piece"

"sera i can explain"

"no my consin had nothing to with this"

"we are sera i'm tired of denying it"

"i..i don't know"

"my father's were?!"

(to val)

"let.him.go!!!"

"keep your hands off him!!!"

"sera what did you do?"

"father please be ok"

"open your eyes father "

(smiles)

"there you are (hiccup) there you are"

"please sera don't blame charlie for this"

"i understand but abel is right he will understand the conuqenes of this and offer an apology"

(to luci)

"leave before i say or do something i'll regret"

"was it worth it?"

"really sera we can stay with father this time?"

"thank you"

"oh father"

"will he be ok charlie?"

"what do you want alastor?"

"deal?"

"what are you doing?! stop!"

"charlie!"

''leave them alone alastor!"

"no"

"mother?"

"father wait come back!"

"you ... this is all your fault!"

"not if i have anything to say about it"

"father please don't do this!"

"charlie? you have wings?"

"father! (runs to adam and hugs him)

"it's ok your ok"

"no you're not father"

"charlie and abel are right father"

"Please father don't forget us please i need you...we need you"

"shess it's ok now we're not going to let anyone hurt you"

"beacuse i want to know you"

"i love you father "

"this time nothing can keep us apart"

(to luci)

i'm sorry there's no way to fix that"

luci"seth please i-"

seth"(sterinly) let me finsh"

seth"(calmer) but if you and everyone else put in the effort than you can fix this but it will take a while for me to trust you or the others again"

(alone with alastor)

"what are you talking about trailtor?"

(vains appere on seth as chains appere on him as will as roo pulls him troweds her seth claws at the ground trying to get away looks at alastor)

"what have you done!!!!??? she'll make me part of her!!!!!! you can't do this to me!!!!!"

”it’s nice to meet you miss lute”

“🎶green sleeves was all my joy🎶”

“I do play music sometimes “

“Ok I’ll give it a try “

“Cain?”

“Molly has told me so much about you angel dust”

“Charlie you remind me so much of Emily”

“I understand that vaggie but Charlie is not only one you hurt”

“I’m sorry everyone but I can’t trust any of you for a while “

“Vaggie you tired too stop him?”

“I’m-i’m sorry “

(To roo)

“You can’t be our mother!”

“no you will not hurt father!”

“Sera please understand “

“Abel is right sera”

“I just wanted to see my father again! Is that so wrong!?!”

“No sera is many things a liar is not one of them “

“I’m sorry for going behind your back sera”

“Charlie does understand! She was just trying to help to show there was a humane way to do this”

“I won’t stop “

Moro”I’m very disappointed in you Seth”

Seth”I’m sorry Moro”

Abel”Moro please it was me”

(Moro sighs)

Moro”Abel I told you before you are the oldest in your family “

Moro”and there for you must not let it happen again “

Abel”we just wanted to see father “

Seth”Charlie?”

Charlie “yes?”

Seth”why are you trying to help my father and these souls?”

Charlie “well your father well….it’s complicated but like you and Abel said you both knew him the most and you guys do love he if I was in your shoes I would want to help my dad too”

Seth”you know Abel wanted something like your hotel to happen for a long time “

Charlie “really?”

Seth”yes “

(Takes Seth hands)

Charlie “thank you Seth I promise you that I will help Adam and protect him and thank you both for giving my hotel a chance “

(Seth smiles)

Seth”your welcome cousin “

[casualwriters]

A/n - I am a Autistic woman so I am basing this on my own experiences, hope y'all enjoy

You called?" Kara flew in the window that was open, when she saw you on the floor, this was not Kara's first rodeo with this, she saved buildings that were on fire and bank robberies, this didn't bother her. You and Kara met you when she first landed on Earth, when you came over to hang out with Alex, it wasn't that far ahead when you trusted them both to tell them you were diagnosed with Autism, it never made them look at you difference but it made them more protective over you beacuse you saw the world different, and couldn't pick up certain things. You're not even sure what caused you to be sitting on the apartment floor leaning up on the wall eyes closed and sobbing. She stayed there standing "y/n" she said calmly knowing what could trigger you and not, looking up at Kara she seemed so upset it gutted, her to see you like this.

"Hey, Let's not" she walked over seeing that you were stemming by hitting your hands on your knee or rocking back and forward, "can I hold you" Nodding Kara sat down on the floor holding you tight in her arms, you slowly calmed down looking up to Kara.

"thanks" you said swallowing the knot in your throat she smiled down at you her arms tightened around you, causing you to laugh "Kara, uh super human strength" you both erupted in giggles as she grabbed her kape whipping your tears away.

"oh my God Kara!" She stood up holding her hand out "want to older chines?" She asked causing you to take her hand "uh duh let's call Alex over, she never forgives us for watching Game of thrones without her" that when you both started giggling.

[jonahmagnus]

And it unfolded, from the human form it took. And my door was gone. And my wall was gone. And the sky was all around me, and I was floating in the cold cold cold uncaring depths of space and whatever the.... Thing was that was folded up inside her it unfurled and revealed itself to be connected to something so huge and terrifying and ominous, incomprehensible and large and twisting and somehow utterly still that I froze in place, unable to move even as something on the side that faced me opened, and something came out that opened, and something extended out that opened, until it was right in front of me and it opened its mouth and the light was so blinding I could barely see and I wanted to shut my eyes, and I felt the tears roll out of my skull but I still couldn't blink, as I waited for this incomprehensible terror that took the pretense of being my friend to eat me and I finally manged to shut my eyes and wait for death and

And I felt two impossibly soft, human hands touch both of my checks with heart-pounding gentleness. And I opened by eyes over the pounding of the blood rushing to my ears and the instant I did everything stopped. The noise, the rush, the vertigo. Everything.

It was an eye, looking at me. Attached to a human-like torso, with two arms extended. It cuped my face in its hands and gazed at me, with an expression I have seen very rarely since my youth.

It was love

It was heartbreaking, sad love and I realized it was not sad because I had insulted it but it was sad beacuse I was hurting. And as I gazed up into that impossibly soft eye, and the two impossibly soft hands on my checks I felt too more hands take my hands in its. And that was the final straw as I flung myself into the arms of this gargantuan creature, so large I could never see the end of it so large it wrapped around my house, floating out in space and I felt more arms warp around me and I cried and cried and cried until my lungs where heaving and my eyes where empty and red but somewhere in the depths of my soul I was happy. I was happy because the universe is large and imposing and impossibly vast but

But it loves me. And it held me in its soft blue arms as I cried like a child. It held me like my mother did.

Soft, loving, and impossibly large.

[thundermoon69]

"I don't care I'm not jealous "

I told jade as she was telling me that beck was hanging out with Alyssa Vaughn in all I was jealous I'm sure she could see that in me.

But I wasn't gonna let some sobby rich girl get too me. Beacuse I know where beck and I stand with our relationship.

But as it couldn't get any worst as cat jade andre tori and I was sitting at lunch we herd a car pull up and becks voice

"Will I'm glad I could see you again"

"Yeah me too" He says

"It's so cool your girlfriend is okay with us hanging out." I rolled my eyes at the sight

"Is that Alyssa vhagan? "

I Eyed tori with a shurg "Yeah and?"

"Nothing" she quickly said andre look around

"Nothing? Alyssa vhagan is hot"

I was squeezing my taco

"Her daddy is like the richest movie producer " robbie added

"And hot..... I mean Alyssa not her dad"

He added as we all look at him werid out

"It looks like we shouldn't talk about her and beck"

Cat says pointing at me squeezing my taco

"W what? Why should I care I dont"

I said looking at her "but I think your squeezing your taco" Cat said I rolled my eyes

"Anyways what's beck doing with hot allysa? " Andre asked eating a potato

Jade roll her eyes he look at me and back at his food

"Yeah I should shut up now"

"Yeah you should do that" Jade said he stay silent as he ate his food

Just then beck came over and sat with us he had his arms warp around me but I moved it away witch caused him too be confused.

"She's mad"

Tori says beck raised his eyes "at what" Tori held out her phone showing his picture of allysa he just shurg "Yeah and?"

"It's you and Alyssa vhagan "

"We're just friend's "

"So that's why y/n's mad"

She asked looking at beck everyone eles was quite not saying nothing

I got up and snatched her phone and thrown it on the ground "now maybe next time you learn too shut up."

I said walking away

"I'm sorry bout my cousin she has a . Um temper" Andre say while Tori pouted

Jade was amused

"I gotta go hose her down" Beck says as he gotten up following after me he finally caught up too me he grab my arm too stop me from walking I huff inannoying matter

"What?" I asked looking at him he stares at me

"Why are you mad?" He asked

"Umm, I don't know maybe beacuse that my boyfriend didn't tell me about a girl he was hanging out with and I had too fine out from jade. And that I am mad at you for making me jealous and you no I'm not the jealous type"

I said as we enter the black box theater so it was more pravite since Noone was in here.

He sighed looking at me "Look I'm sorry you had too fine out for jade that wasn't intentional, I was going too tell you and the only reason why I came in with her today cause my car started having problems when I was at gym you were in class so I called Alyssa. " He says coming closer too me I look up at him not saying nothing but searching his eye's his deep brown eye's that I love.

"Babe, it's only you I love. No other girl can tear you and I apart. I wouldn't do that too you y/n" he pulls me towards him I bit my lips I knew he wouldn't but I also knew his past

"You can trust me y/n it's different with you I'm not who I used too be and I need you too belive in me." I sighed softly warping my arms around you "you and her are just friend's? " He nodded "yeah she knows about you..and plus she's gay"

When he said that I grown embarrassed and he chuckled witch I slap him gently

"Not funny oliver" He nods "Yeah and hey didn't you say you were jealous"

I face plam "n no I never said that"

"Y yeah I think you did" I rolled my eyes

"Just amdit it"

I huff "Fine I was happy?"

"Much better" I shake my head

"I love you" He says I smiled

"I love you too" with that he

smash his lips against mines and kiss me with much needed passion I ran my fingers through his hair witch cause him too groan and me too chuckle he bit my lips Witch I let out a moan and now it was his turn too laugh he pulls away witch cause me too pout

"Oh don't worry there be more of that later, for now we gotta go too class." I chuckled and nodded he held my hands and we walked too class.

[poe-tic-a]

There are so many unexpressed feelings, so many things left unsaid and only came out as tears that streamed down my face.

I think the biggest pitfall is that, i have never thought he would choose to end our friendship. I have always thought that he would end our "relationship" but never the friendship. So i was really in shock and depressed about what he finally chose to do. I know he didn't mention it explicitly. But giving me the cold shoulder and all, when i have done nothing particularly wrong, just gave me all the vibes of "let's stop this friendship, i can nolonger be your friend."

But i have accepted my defeat though. I really have done my best, all the things i could possibly do [in a halal way] to keep him, mostly by telling him things from my point of view so that someday he would understand, but he didn't. I have always fought my best for him. Always. I didn't know how to give up when it came to him. But now i gave up. Because i can see when the door is locked. I can see, no matter how much i explained things, he wouldn't understand. I can see why he chose to end our friendship. He couldn't bear having me as friends and not "having" me at all in the way he wanted to. Unlike me, i could bear being just his friends as long as he is there.

Regardless of everything, i have accepted the fact that i am defeated and i have nothing to fight for anymore. I have cried so much for the defeat. I have nothing to worry about because right now, it is certain that i am defeated. All that is left is grief. But i have grieved enough, haven't i? Crying in the middle of the class. Crying in the middle of break time. Crying when i came home. Crying to my mum. I have grieved so much about my defeat. I don't know how much longer i would cry for the defeat. But right now, at least, i have stopped wanting. I have stopped wanting to be his friend. I have stopped wanting to keep him for the rest of my life. All beacuse of what? Because he killed me [my hope]. I have never stopped wanting him, i just supress it so that it didn't manifest in a way that is haram.

But right now, i have stopped wanting. I have seen clearly that he nolonger wanted me in his life. I have seen clearly that he wanted to erase me from his life. I have seen clearly that he locked the door and he is not coming back. He left me with the door closed and locked. And i can do nothing about it. All i can do is cry, go home, and never comeback. I am hopeless to him. I can nolonger see the light or the sparks or all the things he used to. He is nolonger the elza i knew. Just like aa is nolonger the aa i knew. He has changed in a way i could see. And he is very certain about his choice. I can see it in him. The way he tried his best to erase me from his life. The way he is so determined to erase our friendship.

I will not hate him for that though. I am just very sad about that. But at least, it's not my fault that it fell apart. He chose this way because i chose Allah, right? He chose this way because i couldn't give him what he wanted, when what he wanted is transgressing Allah's limit. At least, in this story, i am the protagonist right? I have nothing to regret about in the future. I will grieve and will be sad for only Allah knows how long. But at least, i hope 5 years later, i have nothing to haunt me in the middle of the night of how i could have fought better.

one day i would look back and say, "i have tried my best, i have done the best i could, i have never intended to hurt anyone, i have always tried to give them the best explanation i could possibly give, and that was me doing my best to stay on His track"

i would never see him as someone i regret, i would never see him as someone i could've fight for.

I would see him as someone i have fighted for till the very last breath. Till the latest drop of blood and tears. Till the day my heart [my hope] died.

He would be someone i remembered that taught me how to fight for what i want, in a way that is permissible by Allah. And that didn't necessarily mean i will get what i want, but Allah will certainly give me the best that i deserve. I know when Allah closed the door. Allah will open the best door that He wants to give me, Allah wants to give me so much that He closed the door that give me so little.

And yeah remember that someone you have fought for till the very last breath? That someone you have cried for in the middle of the night(s)? Have you ever regretted being left by her? You have never regretted any of that. Because you know you have tried your best but the door is closed and you can do nothing about it. And you moved on. Meeting someone new who treat you better.

And do you still grieve over her? Surprisngly, you don't. You really did get over it. You just let it be and accepted the fact that she changed and you can do nothing about it. And you move on with life. Allah has given you so much after that loss. So much.

That's why, i know the things that can haunt me for years is regret. But grief? It gets better. Although probably there will be days you are triggered, but it wouldn't be years i guess. Those are hard days but not hard years and certainly not hard life. It's Allah's promise to give me the best when I'm trying to obey Him. I believe with such conviction that it will only get better after this, not because i am such a heroine or anything, but because Allah has promised and He is true with His promise. But because Allah is The Most Merciful and has so much mercy He wouldn't left me feel sad for the rest of my life. He won't. Trust Allah.

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Dark one with hawks where he gets drunk and get yandere with reader and just starts ramming her in public

" My sweet y/n, you're not leaving. " yandere! Hawks x chubby fem! Reader non-con smut

Author: more hawks being yandere, I feel like He's would do this and no one would help reader out coz ya know how society is.. anyway enjoy!

Warings: breeding, yandere! Hawks, public sex, non-con, creepy! Hawks, navie! reader, choking, daddy kink, no prepping at all.

You're getting tipsy with keigo at public bar. There wasn't a lot of people but you were giggle at his dumb jokes or make friendly talk nothing wrong... Right?

Keigo couldn't stop staring at you, undress you with his lustful eyes, He's would put his hand on your pump thigh and you always brush his hand away beacuse you and him are friends.. Oohh such a naive girl, keigo put his hand back again and slowly making his way under your tight dress, you grab his wrist." Keigo.. Not in here, we're in public." You hiccup, you were tipsy but not heavy drunk like him, He's had huge smirk." I don't care, I want you y/n." You can't tell if He's joking or not but you went to get up and begin to leave." Alright I think I'm gonna-.." Keigo grabs your wrist very possessively." My sweet y/n, you're not leaving. " you were pull back toward him as Keigo started to kiss and biting your neck leaving behind hickeys in their wake." Please.. Let's me go." You whine out, you try to push him away but He's a lot stronger then you are. You and him were in the very back booth where no one will notice or too busy drinking. He's whisper in your ear." Daddy will make it all feel better, sweet little dove. "

You started to fight back, scratch his arms and push him away but He's grab both your hands pinned it down, He's used his one hand to remove your panties and putting it in his pocket." Daddy will save those for later right now I wanna feel your sweet tight pussy." You shake your head, you didn't want this or have people record this to have everyone see what's number two hero really done, it's will ruined his representation." Keigo, Please we're can-t.." He's was removing his pants, ignoring your pleased.

His thick cock spring out and you look away." Gonna m-make you mine princess." He's slammed his hips toward yours, you cry out in pain but Keigo cover your mouth, He's was thrusting in and out of your cunt at inhuman speed.

You feel tear coming down and your frightened eyes watch his eyes. It's was love sick possession." Mine.. Mine mine-.. Aughh fuck this pussy is MINE!" He's shout out that's last part, you're look to the side to see some people who's weren't drunk watching this happening. You saw a man in the booth beating his meat while someone was recording you getting rape in public.

Keigo remove the hands to grab your neck, your hands gridded his wrist. There was gagging and wheezing but it's was getting harder to hear by the loud music.

Keigo was groaing, growls and his wings open wide as He's flapped his wings excitedly, there was loud skin slapping skin. His heavy balls was smacking your jiggly ass everytime He's thrusting harder and faster.

" ready to be my cumdump? Have your sweet pussy being fill by daddy? " you shake your head no since you couldn't make noise by his iron grip.

" mhmm too bad-.. Aughh fuck-! Gonna breed this little pussy until you're really pregnant by me." You made a choke-like sobs and you were force to orgasm, your pussy was fluttering around his cock and that's was his last straw, He's pull back to rammed in your pussy one last time until He's shot his load into your womb, your cunt was milking him for his worth as you sobs out.

Keigo remove his hands and caress your face.

" don't worry baby, you will love me sooner or later. "

[lexxiie]

Hello! I don't know if you keep up with the anime but this latest episode (112) has some motherly instincts kicking in for me and I just want to love and protect bby shiggy Xd. Who cares if he looks freaky let me take him in and feed him and love him and UGH... can you maybe do a headcannon of an older reader finding younger shiggy walking around after his whole family incident and taking him in despite what he did? I need this rn

If Reader Had Found Tenko Before AFO Did

Omggg!! Same here sis. I hadn't felt that bad for a character in a long time. Poor shiggy was so sweet! He just wanted to be a hero.

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura) x reader

Part 2

You were coming back home from the market. You loved green tea but you had noticed that morning that you ran out of honey. No honey, no green tea.

You had also ran out of some other things so you figured it was a necessary trip.

While you were checking your ticket, about to open the door of your car, you noticed something unusual.

Or rather, someone.

There was a little kid all alone. He looked lost.

You approached him carefully beacuse you didn't want to scare him or anything. "Hey little guy! Where are your parents?"

And when he turned his head up to face you, you noticed that his face was full of scars.

Your first thought was that maybe his parents had done that to him and you were very concerned.

The poor little kid started crying when you asked about his parents and that only made your theory stronger.

You kneeled before him and reached a hand towards him with the intension of wipping his tears away, but he stepped back immediately.

"No! Don't touch me! It's dangerous!"

Again, you thought that was something his parents had told him to keep him from seeking help or something.

"Oh, honey, I can assure you it is not dangerou-"

"Yes, it is! I hurt them! But I didn't mean to, I promisse, I'm sorry!"

His cries almost made his words impossible to understand.

"You hurt who?" Now you were quite confused.

"My parents! My hands... They touched them... They are gone!"

And that's when a dark thought crossed your mind. What if this kid was talking about his quirk? You had heard stories about kids who accidentaly hurt classmates when their quirk first appeared. Never anything as serious as killing them, though.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"Tenko...", He said in-between cries.

"All right, Tenko. Do you think you can tell me where do you live? So that I can take you back home? You assumed he should know the way back home since he was walking on his own and he couldn't have gone too far.

"No, I don't wanna go there!", He yelled and started to scartch his face furiously.

"It's all right, you don't have to go in. I just need to know just in case. You can come home with me if you want to."

Now, you knew very well that that was very much not legal at all, but you couldn't help it! Specially when his eyes brightened up the moment you said that. "Yes! I'd like that!"

You both got into your car while he explained where he lived, and just as you assumed, it wasn't far at all. You could've walked there.

When you finally got there, you could see how his scrathing became more and more violent. But that wasn't even the worst part.

The house was completely destroyed. As if an earthquake had hit it.

Your immediate reaction was to get out of the car and go see if anyone needed help, but as soon as you got to the back of the pile of rubble, you saw the bodies. Or what was left of them.

You headed back to the car and asked Tenko to hold a rock in his hands, he was hesitant at first, but he complied.

He grabbed it with only two fingers at first, nothing happened. As soon as he placed his five fingers son the rock though...

The rock became dust in a matter of seconds... It was shocking. You had never seen anything like it.

Things were clear now. This little kid had accidentaly killed his family. You had two options, taking him to the police, without knowing if they would actually consider this an accident. In the best case scenario, he would be in foster care or you could take him in.

Again, you were pretty sure that wasn't legal but you were panicking. You were completely terrified for this little boy, what if they judged him as an adult and put him on trial? It had happened before. People killed people on accident often. It was part of the consequences of a society with quirks,

Besides, this boy needed someone! He had just seen his family die beacuse of him, the amount of guilt that he probably feels must be overwhelmig. Putting him through foster care will only make everything worse for him.

So you took him home.

After tending to all the wounds he had on his face, you offered him some hot chocolate and something to eat.

You had a pair of old gloves that you slightly modified so that they would only cover three of his tiny fingers. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to grab the mug.

Tenko was very quiet and you didn't want to pressure him so you just sat by his side on the couch.

You turned the tv on hoping to find something that a 5 year old could like but the first thing that came up, were the news. They were talking about how a group of heroes had stopped some criminals from robbing a bank.

Just as you were about to change the channel, you saw Tenko's smile while watching some hero answering to the reporter's questions, his little hands shaking with exitement.

"Well, you like heroes, don't you?"

"I do! I want to be one when I'm older!"

But just as he finished that sentence, his exitement was replaced by a deep sadness... "But I can't be one. I can't be one because I'm a bad person, I'm evil!"

You cupped his little face with your hands. "You are not evil. What happened was an accident. You didn't mean to do that. It wasn't your fault."

Tenko's eyes brightened with what seemed to be a glimpse of hope.

"Tenko, you might think that your quirk can only bring pain. But I assure you, It can also bring safety, peace if used correctly. You can be a hero."

And with that, He gave you the brightest smile you had ever seen before starting to cry, but, this time, he seemed to be crying tears of joy.

No one had ever told him that in his entire life. When you are little, the words of a grown up mean everything, and what you had told him that day, would change his life forever.

You tucked Tenko under the sheets of the bed on your spare room and told him a story so that he could sleep peacefully, leaving a light on.

"Thank you, (y/n)", he said before offering you a small smile.

You had no idea of what you would do next. You didn't know if you would take him to the authorities the next morning or not. You were thinking of asking them to let you adopt him.

But you did have something very clear.

You would look over this child for the rest of your life, whether he stayed with you, or not.

[drymbp]

rosé - not all rainbows

a/n : mentions of non-existent homophobia, coming out, angst? (idk if i can actually write it) slight fluff, i suck at writing, im trying again, im sorry.

i am unable to critique my work, and honestly cannot say if this is even acceptable, so yeah ill let this here, would like to know what you guys think about this. if this fails, idk if ill have the heart to continue this anymore.

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Rosé, the name holds such power, that everyone from Seoul National University, knows her. Not beacuse she's the cold queen bee, who's mean, or the popular cheerleader who's dating the jock, but one hell of a singer, who performs with her three best friends in the school band sometimes. She's adored by everyone, beacuse of her sweet, kind and loving perosnality.

So, when the said person occupies your usual tree spot, not too far nor near the bleachers, you find yourself somewhat surprised, and a little disappointed. Surprised, because you weren't expecting to find her here of all places, disappointed, because your spot's no longer only yours.

However, the moment you turn back to leave, you hear sobs coming from where she was seated, and before you could even register what was happening, you were standing right infront of her.

She doesn't notice you as her hands cover her face up while she sobs into them. With a clear of your throat, you make your presence known, and it doesn't take her a second to look up.

For a moment you wonder, how could someone still look beautiful while crying, as you take in her beauty from this close. However you put past that question into the back of your head, as you realize she's now looking at you, awaiting an answer.

When you match her gaze, it makes your whole body tremble for a reason unknown. You force out a small smile, fighting back the nervousness, trying to keep calm in order to clear this awkward tension and take your handkerchief out of your pocket.

Her eyes flicker from your face, then to your handkerchief. You take this as a signal and hand her the handkerchief, while brushing your neck with the other hand, and send her another yet shy smile. She thanks you, albeit in a hushed voice and you take it as a good sign.

As she wipes her tears away with your handkerchief, you nod at yourself and start making your way back, but her voice calls you out, making you halt your steps. "Hey, you're Y/N, who sits here everyday, right?"

Let's just keep it real, you were stunned to know that Rosé, from your school knew you. You nod at her, confirming her question. She smiles at you, "You don't have to leave just because I'm here, this is your usual hangout, so please take a seat."

At first you shake your head, "It's alright, I-I I'll just have lunch in the canteen today--" Rosé looks at you with a frown clearly not accepting a no, and you let out a sigh before taking a seat, beside her. There lays a comfortable silence between the both of you apart from a few sniffles here and there.

Although you knew it wasn't your place to ask, you couldn't stop your curiosity and blurt out, "Is everything okay?" Out of the corner of your eyes, you see her contemplating your question.

"I'm sorry, I was just worried, that's all. You don't have to tell me, it's fine." You suggest already regretting having asked the question. As you pull your knees towards your chest, and gaze at the boys playing, Rosé notices something on your right hand.

A tattoo, the pride flag , on your middle finger.

You had gotten it when you came into acceptance with your Sexuality. The tattoo made you feel safe and better. Sometimes you would just stare at it and smile, and forget all your worries for a while.

"I like girls."

Rosé voices out after several minutes, if it wasn't for how close you both were, you wouldn't have been able to hear what she said.

Wanting to give her your whole attention, you turn around, now facing her. She looks at you awaiting your reaction, you send her a smile, prompting her to continue.

"I just realized that I like girls few minutes back, don't get me wrong, but, it honestly scares me that people won't be accepting of much. "

You hum, thinking of a better way to explain. "I wouldn't say, it'll all be rainbows, you’ll go through tough times, but there will also be great times up ahead. Some people might not accept you for who you are, but what about the others? Your family and friends? They won't look at you any other way. You're still the same Rosé for them."

You glance at her, and she still seems to be conflicted, so you continue. "Coming in terms with your Sexuality might not be an easy process, but I'm sure once you're ready enough, you'll feel better. If you're comfortable with it, then nobody can stop you from being so."

"There's nothing wrong with liking girls, I like girls too, and I'm sure there are a few other queer people in our school, and they don't get any sort of hate for it. So hey, you'll be alright, worrying is normal, but don't overthink much, okay?"

When you look at her, she seems to have relaxed a bit. You contemplate on whether to give her hand a squeeze, this is a hard time, and people feel safe even with the tiniest bit of physical contact, and so you do, you squeeze her hands and she looks at you.

"Everything will be fine, you have yourself, your family, and your friends. "

She nods at you, and sends you a smile, and you mirror her smile back.

Taking your hand away, you get up dusting your pants, "I'll get going, you need to have some time for yourself right now, think about-" Rosé cuts you off with a kiss, as she pulls you by your wrist making you fall on her lap. This surprises you, but you let your heart do it's thing, and kiss her back, even if the rational part of your brain asks you not to.

The kiss makes you feel alive, in the moment, you felt what it must feel to be in paradise. Her lips felt soft on yours, as she slowly kissed you, taking her time with you, as if memorizing how it feels to have you, causing your heart to skip a beat.

Right when you smile into the kiss, she breaks the breathtaking contact taking away your soul along with herself.

Her fingers ghost around her lips, bringing her back to reality, and she realizes what just happened. She looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights. And that's when you know, your feelings weren't reciprocated, instead she just needed it because she was emotional.

"Y/N I'm so sorry! I don't know what got into me, I wasn't thinking, I'm so sorry, please forgive me!" You shake your head, and send her a small smile, you know that she could feel it isn't genuine, but let's be honest, rejection from your crush stabs you right in the heart. And thinking about your feelings for her when she's going through a hard time, wasn't very noble of you.

So you do what you think is the right thing. You put herself above your feelings, "It's okay, I understand. I get it that you were feeling very emotional, and you needed someone."

She wants to tell you that you've got it all wrong, all she wants is to kiss you, but she knows it's not the best thing for the both of you right now, hence leaves you there sitting alone, before mumbling another quick apology.

You watch her retreating figure, and run your hands through your hair in frustration, as you recall the past moments.

Of course, what were you even thinking, just because she shared her troubles with you, and smiled at you while inviting you to sit with her, doesn't actually mean she likes you back.

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A part of you was hoping for her to come join you, but the other couldn't make sense as to why she would join you. So when Rosé approached you the next day at your usual hangout, and tapped your shoulders, flashing you a shy smile, it was still quite a surprise.

"Hi."

"Hey." You send her a smile back, and you swear you saw her smile widen, but decided not to comment on it, as you quite clearly enjoyed having her all smiles for you.

"I thought about everything you said yesterday, and it helped me come in terms with my sexuality, even had a talk with my family and friends and it all went well. Thank you for yesterday, you really helped me out with it.

"Oh my, Congratulations Rosé! Welcome to the LGBTQ+ community. I'm really happy for you." You hug her out of happiness and excitement, causing her to giggle loudly. She lets herself into your embrace, and it makes her heart smile.

When you get to pull away, she doesn't let you go, instead keeps holding on to you. So you let her, the both of you stay like that, taking in each other's comforting warmth.

"I'm really proud of you Rosé."

~

Rosé soon follows you to your usual spot everyday, and a very beautiful friendship blossoms into your life. Although at first, she was very awkward and nervous while asking you to be friends, you found it quite adorable, and maybe, maybe you understood where this nervousness was coming from.

She had kissed you that day, but you were willing to let it go, because now you had her in your life, and you knew her friendship would soon come to mean the world to you.

However, the real reason, why she was nervous was because she didn't want to scare you away, you had already impacted her life, that loosing you might cause it to shatter. She also didn't want you thinking she was weird, when all she could think of was you liking her back, just the way she did.

You had even been introduced to her family and friends, they were all welcoming of you and made you feel like you've had always been a part. You had bonded with her best friends very well that sometimes Rosé would have to drag you out of her friend's grip because you were her best friend first and not theirs.

You guys still hungout at your place, it was now dubbed as Y/N and Rosie's place. She was reluctant at first to call it her place too, but you didn't let her think otherwise, and she soon got into the habit of calling it the both of yours. Something about owning the place with you, always filled her heart.

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Wanting to ask her to hang out at the both of yours place, you searched for her, as you made your way to the locker. But to your avail, she wasn't there waiting for you like she did always. Instead, you found Jisoo and Jennie, the both of them waved you over as soon as they spotted you.

You smile at them before putting in the books into your locker that you won't be needing for the day, while tuning into whatever conversation the older girls were having, until Lisa comes up to you, panting heavily.

"Jesus, who died?" Jennie asks jokingly, which earns her a slap from Jisoo. You chuckle at the duo, and lock your locker as you take out your psych book, before turning your attention to Lisa.

"It's Chaeyoung. There-there's someone officially asking her out, the whole school's there already." The three of you laugh, causing Lisa to frown, "Lisa she's not into guys, you know what's gonna happen." Jisoo says, both you and Jennie follow suit and nod.

"it's not a guy, it's PARK HANEUL from the University by our favorite café." The book you were now holding, falls down as your grip loosens. Your smile falters, and Jennie looks at you worriedly. "Is she that senior who's the head of the band, there in Yonsei University?" Lisa nods her head frantically at your question.

You start running towards the commotion, the fallen book long forgotten, with the trio soon following after you, they call out for you, but all you could focus on was her.

Please don't, please don't let this happen. You recite your thoughts like a mantra, wishing for whatever happening to not end up the way you think it would.

However, the sight that greets you when you break through the crowd, crushes your heart. There was the girl who you liked-no-loved, hugging the said girl. You try to stay strong and control your emotions, but when Rosé looks right into your eyes, a tear falls down your cheek.

Fuck, life's not all rainbows afterall.

[bts-trash-blog]

Can we maybe get a preview of chapter 8 of Time? 🥺🥺🥺 pretty please?

Chapter 8 so far is the longest I've written, so I hope the preview can hold you over till I finish it up. I hope you like it, do let me know sweets😌💕

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Your eyes stare off, knees to your chest hand clasped togther at your shins as you watch the snow fall. The wind blew and a gusty of snow rolls onto the wooden porch, the swing moving you gently forward and back as you listen to the howling of the storm. The morning sky barely visible, covered by the dark clouds. The trees swaing with the wind, snow frosting the leaves, and see see swirls of shapes forming in the snow fall. The cold air burned your toes and fingers, that warm burn spreading all over your exposed skin as you let out a deep breath, the coldness catching it making it into a cloud.

"She shes not in the nest Alpha. Omega isnt in Minnies nest." A panic voice crys from inside making your body tense,mind crying out for you to go inside and show Jimin that you were safe, yet you didn't move. Not beacuse you wanted to cause more worrie, no, you just felt the need to be outside. Having been outside for the past eight years, being inside felt as if you were suffocating. Be scented, hand fed, having a nest built for you and just having people care for you felt suffocating. You also feel undeserving of all of the acts that your mates have done for you. From the simple act of bringing clothes, to the making of food. How your Alpha insisted to clean up after you, to your Betas dotting over you and your Omegas never leaving your side. You don't understand this life, don't understand mated packs, let alone have any knowledge on how to handle letting your Omega to possible reenter your life, which would be giving up some of your control yoh have over yourself and your emotions to that part of you.

"Her scent is still strong Jimin, she couldn't be far." Yoongis voice calls, it has your eyes blinking rapidly and your heart rate pick up. The lingering fear of his Alpha command that you had felt the other day still sticking in your system. It has you tightly closing your eyes as you bury your head into your chest, the sound of bare feet and panic inside as you breathing quicken, and when the sliding glass door open you felt the knee to shift and run thicken in your veins. Cracked black pepper twisted in the air, it has your nose twitching as you felt tears gather in your eyes with how tightly you held them shut. "I found her, tell Jimin I'll bring her up to him in a bit." His voice made the hair on your arms stand on end as you hear the door shut then the sound of a breath passing through teeth, almost a hiss like sound. "Its pretty fucking cold out here....why don't we go inside." Silence. "Omega come on, let go get you warm...Jin and Jimin can warm you up in that nest they built for you." Silence. "Y/n." Silence.

In that moment you don't know if he just accepted that you weren't going to reply or what, but he joins you on the swing. His hips pressing agaisnt yours, tingles spreading into your muscle as you felt the need to peak over at him. His dark hair was falling into his eyes, as he looks off watching the snow fall, his clothing was almost matching yours shorts and a long sleeved top. His pale skin was almost glowing against the cold air, he takes a deep breath in and looks over at you. Eyes metting each other as he sigh as leans closer making your breath hitch in the back of your throat. Watching as his pink tongue pokes out and touches his chapped lips, his nose almost brushing your temple. Heat spreading across your body as he pulls back and gives you a soft gummy smile.

"Wanna..wanna go for a run?"

[maizumis]

— THEY CAUGHT YOU WITH WITH A POSITIVE PREGNANCY TEST

ft. timeskip! bokuto koutaro, osamu miya, tsukkishima kei, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsuro

note: reposting this cause Tumblr messed up, baby fever is hitting

•BOKUTO was opening the door and his heart was already telling him something wasn't okay, his feet carried him to the living room in hope to find you "babe! where are you?" he is home, you think before answering with little sobs "i-in the bathroom, bo" why were you crying? did something happened to you when he was out? "what's going on? you're okay bub? why didn't you call me— what's on your hand" he spotted it so fast, you knew he wouldn't leave you but it was still a scary moment "um bo, do you remember how we talked about our future kids in high school?" he smiles at the memory, of course, he wants all the babies you could give him "of course I remember! we talked about how morning would be, a little baby in my arms while you were making some pancakes and stuff like that!" a sigh you didn't knew you had inside came out of your body "well, I'm pregnant, you could expect that scenario in a few months" he starts laughing, smiling, happy tears already down his cheeks repeating 'thank you' and 'i love you' as a mantra "now, we are really going to be the best parents out there" he hides his face in your neck and you can feel his smile "of course we are, specially you, I love you"

•OSAMU found you in your shared bed, in a fetal position hugging your knees, he thought you were sleeping but you were actually think how you were going to tell him the news, kids was never a topic the two of you talked about "how's ma pretty baby? ya getting some sleep?" by the way you looked at him in the eyes, he knew you weren't trying to sleep, he went to your night table to fin that cost little pillow with seeds and lavender that you loved so much but he instead founded a pregnancy test, your pregnancy test "babe would ya care to explain? I'm not mad at ya and I'm not leaving ya, never" you sit up, your back now resting in the wall and looking directly at him "surprise?" he sits next to you and brings you up to him, both your legs straddling his lap, forehead touching each other's "a know we never talked about a family together but I assure ya, a can't wait to meet ma little baby, yer going to be a beautiful mama, a love ya" happiness flowed your body, big smile and giggles falling out of you "and you're going to be a beautiful papa osamu, I love you"

• IWAIZUMI thought you were in the bathroom throwing up again we he didn't wake up next to you, blaming himself for not waking up to help you in there, what he didn't expected was your back on the bathroom counter, hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs "no, no, no baby don't cry, how can I help you? please tell me, you are worrying me baby, please" looking at him with red puffy eyes, cheek tear stained you told him "please promise me you're not gonna leave me hajime, I love you, I couldn't afford a life with you" now he was really worried, he started looking everywhere for something and then I saw it, his bran making the click, his heart now full of love, finally he's going to start a family with you "I'm not leaving you nor my child, I live both of you, can't wait to see what life is going to be with a little you running around" giggling you wipe your tears of your face, now you were crying of happiness "I really hope they have your eye hajime", he picks you up and takes you back to bed, cuddling you from behind, hand rubbing your inexistent pregnancy belly "now go to sleep again, you better not push yourself with anything, if you need something you call me, anything, you pick the phone and I'm gonna be there" smiling, you start to fall asleep in his tight embrace "love you hajime, imma go sleep" you did notice the little kiss he landed on your neck and the 'i love you both' that came out from his lips

•TSUKKI opens the door of your shared appartment after a long day at the museum, a little smile on his face thanks to the curious kid that was in his excursion, to scared to ask you about that life, afraid that you might leave; he is greeted with your figure sitting in the dinner table, both your arms up there while you rest your chin ok your fingers, eyes full of surprise seeing something he couldn't tell what is it. his tall body made your ways towards you and there's where he saw it, his expresion the same as yours "oh" disappointed of himself, he is literally going to have a kid and all he can say to you is 'oh'? "no shit sherlock, say something else!!! I'm about to pass out kei!" he is now laughing, happy, making you stand up so he can hold you by your waist "are you happy? do you want this, baby?" you pull him closer by wrapping your arms around his body "I do want it, do you?" he smiles, excited for how things are going to turn out "I want it more than anything in this lifetime, I love you" replying with a 'i love you more' the two of you stay like that in silence, enjoying the little moment, thinking how in a few months the two of you could share a moment like this, with your child

•KUROO was home early than usual, quickly hiding the yes behind you, both of you talked about having kidding the future, so of course this wasn't planned "h-hi testsuro, you're home early" he looks at you, already knowing something is off "your hiding something, spill it" you scoff, your acting skills where that bad? "I'm not hiding anything, how could you think that of me" his big body now is on front of yours, kneeling s little so his face could be as the same level as yours "show me, now" you give up, thinking is now or never and gave him the test "what's this?" he says while grabbing it "I thought you were smarter, now my child is gonna be dumb" he scoffed, eyes tearing a little beacuse of happiness, this wasn't planned a all but he couldn't feel more proud, throwing the test to the floor he picks you up and start kissing all over your face, whit a last kiss on your lips, he tells you "now we are really in that milf and dilf game baby"