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[p1n-p0int]

Vows That Bind Part 1

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In sickness and in health, for good and for worse. That's how most wedding vows go: sweet and simple yet still carrying the subtle message of ‘I will be there for you no matter what.’ Two individuals connected by the golden bands and promises to stand behind each other like a solid wall made out of steel, unwavering in the innocence of love and devotion. Entwined souls cocooned together for the years to come, withstanding and facing whatever life throws at them. There wasn't anything to fear as long as they had each other.

Then, eventually, the little bubble of the wife and husband is expanded by the addition of offspring—an exact copy and paste of the father, a perfect clone of the mother, but ideally a mix of both parents.

A tiny duplication of sky blue eyes, dirty blond strands of hair, and that oh-so-stubborn look on their petite facades, the same one John would be making whenever he half-heartedly insisted on getting his way in the silliest mock arguments they so often had that brought a peal of full belly laughter out of their beloved sons.

The sharp brow line, upturned delicate nose, and proud mannerism of their mother, in addition to the unbeatable sad puppy stare she mastered and often used against John when he questioned her purchase of yet another set of overpriced, scented candles she just had to obsess about every time they pulled over at the local market. And John always gave in to her way because the happiness that instantly bloomed over the features of his lady-wife was enough of a reward for the man to last him as a sweet, lingering memory for the days of absence spent thousands of miles away during his deployment.

The moment when he, at last, hit the home soil, though, and was discharged on leave for the time being—nothing would stop John from catching the first better cab and running it down in the direction of the home, the car parked at the base be damned, he can pick it up some other time. His house, a little two-level cottage on the city's outskirts with a sizable garden bordering on the forest, was often visited by the wildlife his sons adored to observe.

His usual arrival time was late at night, but on rare occasions, he would get home just for dinner and then spend the entire time chatting with his sons.

John would ask his older son about his grades and friends at school and, with the younger son, about whatever he had been doing to keep his mommy busy while daddy was away. Then, he would help them get ready for bed, and after a quick goodnight kiss on his cheek, he would send them running to their rooms.

And at last, he'd turn towards his better half, standing just a few steps away, who smiled at him with an open expression, full of love and adoration for the man she chose to marry. For he was her first and last thought on her mind when she woke up and went back to sleep each day, worrying about his safety whenever he was away, and when he was close and next to her, she cherished and enjoyed every waking moment by his side.

John doubted there was ever a word that could describe the content love that flew between them, the wordless understanding. They rarely needed words while they had each other.

“I'm back,” John would say, each and every time more tenderly than before. She would answer, “Welcome back,” in a voice softer than the softest of silks.

John adored his little family. He'd do anything to keep them safe and sound, even if it meant sacrificing his happiness. He missed them terribly while away but knew it was for the greater good; his work was necessary. He made sure that the danger of the world would never reach home again, not after the Piccadilly Circus incident.

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Like many times before, John was at his home base, passively partaking in a briefing of the upcoming training exchange the upper management wanted Task Force 141 to oversee. 

Sighting, John scratched the base of his neck and finally announced the end of the meeting. The scraping of chairs against the floor panels and agreeable murmurs from the gathered soldiers followed.

He stood up from the not-so-comfortable meeting room chair and was about to head towards the rest of the Task Force lads when his work phone vibrated with a singular notification. He immediately took it out and unlocked the screen to look at the message from Laswell:

»THERE WAS A SECURITY BREACH. CLASSIFIED INFORMATION WAS COMPROMISED.«

He was about to ask her for further explanation when his personal phone began to ring. Frowning, as not many people had the privilege of being in possession of his private phone number, he pulled it out of his pocket. ‘My Love’ was plastered on the screen, an even odder scene unfolding, as his wife rarely called during his work hours, and only occasional texts were sent his way. He put his work phone aside, and without further fanfare, John picked up the call right where he stood:

“Love, is everything okay–?”

“Daddy, are you coming to get us? Mommy told us to stay hidden; bad people are coming,” his eldest son sniffled quietly. She said not to come out and to call you when one hour passes.”

John's blood turned ice cold, freezing him momentarily, almost letting the phone fall out of his hand.

His family was in danger.

It was an electrifying spasm that went down his spine and shook him out of his stupor and into action. “I'm coming, son. Papa is coming,” he said firmly, signing to Ghost standing nearby ‘Home, emergency, invasion, ready the unit.’.

»RECEIVED. HEADING OUT TO ANSWER A DISTRESS CALL FROM HOME. FIND OUT WHO MESSED UP. OR I WILL.«

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The ride to his home with his men armed from their feet to the tips of their heads felt like a fever dream and a nightmare combined. None of the men dared say a word to him, not while he kept the line his children were on alive.

Even Johnny “Soap” MacTavish, the never-ending stream of chatting during the way to the mission, kept quiet, observing Price with barely hidden worry. Price hated worry; he hated pity, primarily directed at him, but these men he was with were the only ones who could look at him in such a way. And this was precisely one of such occasions.

There was a security breach into the classified systems, and one of the items stolen was intel about their Captain's private life—a life not even they had access to. To think that somebody who didn't mean well got a hold of it and targeted Price's bundle of happiness is an unredeemable crime people will die for committing.

At last, they arrived in front of the little cottage Price deemed a scorched ground. A scorched ground his men did not let him step on, insisting that they will sweep through just in case, while Price gets a hold of his children's hidden place and gets them into the safety of the bulletproof, heavy army vehicle.

He had no other choice but to stomp towards the little bunker-like area he told his wife about as a just-in-case emergency situation he had hoped to God that never would come to pass. Oh, how wrong he was.

As soon as he opened the lid to the hideout, two pairs of hands tackled his legs, clinging to his pants for dear life. His stoic facade quivered, and dropping to his knees, John gathered the sobbing kids to his chest. He picked them up, stood up, turned around, and carried them toward the vehicle under the watchful gaze of his fellow men. 

A subtle movement from the corner of his eye had Price turning his head towards the veranda, where Kyle “Gaz” Garrick waved at him to catch his attention. He raised a brew at the young man. ‘Traces of struggle, blood, no body.’ They took her. They took his wife.

John glanced down at his sons and snuggled them closer to his chest, his face unreadable. Price nodded at the sergeant and continued his solemn march, already beginning to formulate a plan of action in his head.

Whomever it was, wherever they were, Price would find them.

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a/n: still getting used to writing a "you" POV, especially from third person perspective, so bear with me, k? Great, good night 💀💀

Tag list: @catinpinklace @gothghostiie

[whumperofworlds]

Let's make an outline!

1. The beginning

2. The middle

3. Wait. Why did Character A get kidnapped?

4. No no no, why are you making them get tortured?

5. This is supposed to be a slow burn, fluffy fic, why are you doing this?!

6. WHY IS THERE WHUMP IN YOUR FLUFFY FIC

7. Ending

[cluelessatthispoint]

A Dragon's Hoard

Pt.2

(Inspired by bluegiragi and docdudo)

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The walk back to wherever the hell the hybrid has in mind is tediously frustrating. Each time you think you feel space enough in his strong hold to wiggle yourself free, the tighter his grip becomes. It's not like it hurts or anything, it more so only hurts your pride at being teased in such a manner. One minute there's a gap between his arms and his hold grows lax. Then the very second you deem it safe to move, he tightens his grip. Over and over he does this. Gritting your teeth in anger, your palms resume slapping his forearms.

"Calm down now treasure, I'm not going to hurt you."

Just hearing the way his grumbling voice rumbles so close to your ears makes you shiver. His arms tightening and jostling you gently to adjust you in his arms. The feeling of his unnaturally warm exhales ghost over your scalp rhythmically. It's warmth reminiscent of a hot summer's day. Or the day you got sunburnt so badly that even sleeping was painful. With a scowl etched on your lips you can't help but bite out a snarky retort.

"Going senile old man? I'm not treasure! So let go!"

With a burst of energy you flail your arms and legs once more. Your legs kicking widly as you do your best to kick backwards to hit any part of him that would spur him to release you. Undeterred however, the hybrid lets out a soft growl. The sound almost akin to a mountain lions chuff and a warning hiss of a jaguar.

"Keep still you naughty hatchling."

He says with no real venom in his words. Not that he needs to say anything more with with tone of displeasure lacing his words. His massive tail swinging back and forth in amusement as he once again adjusts his hold on you as if holding a misbehaving hatchling. His right arm taking the bulk of your weight as his left arm secures your limbs to his chest.

"Cheeky lil thing aren't you?"

He says with a quick glance down at you. You can see how his eyes twinkle with satisfaction.

"Hatchlings are supposed to behave."

His voice as grumbling as it is is laced with a mirthful purr. Your words not having offended him in the slightest only confirmed to him that you've been on your own for far longer than he initally guessed.

"Not me, I'm human not a hatchling."

Your retort bouncing off his eardrums as if he never heard you in the first place, his mind seemingly already made up. His piercing eyes roaming over your small form for only a moment or two before he settles his gaze ahead of him, eyes fixed on a trail only he can see.

Passing by low hanging branches, and gnarled trees, the air in this part of the woods feels drastically different compared to how it felt near the city's walls. The air feels heavier, the silence more oppressive. The only thing breaking it at the moment being the dragon hybrid’s heavy, even footfalls. Practically being suffocated against the creature's broad, muscular chest. You can feel bitter tears gathering, almost threatening to spill over from frustration.

"John."

Blinking owlishly up at the hybrid’s weathered face. You almost miss what he said.

"What?"

The look of confusion on your face surely present, must have spoke volumes as the hybrid pulled you closer.

"Name's John."

Pouting up at him heavily, you nod in understanding, you could honestly care less about the name of your kidnapper, but it was a good thing to know, you reckon. Introductions were never your strong suit. Always too quiet, too meek or to awkward. Blinking away tears, too tired to do much else. You relax once again against the hybrid’s strong chest. The body heat he gives off soothing your weary limbs.

"Don't got much of a name..."

The sound of your high pitched voice almost sounds grating to your ears as it cuts the silence. It was meant to sound tough, nonchalant. But instead it sounds so small, so tired. A flash of heat rises to your face, the tips your ears turning red from embarrassment at how young and small you sound. Compared to his low, grumbling tone, you sound even younger than your actual age.

"Well now, I can't have a nameless treasure now can I?"

Whipping your head up to face him, you can see the way his beard bristles when he talks. How there's a spot on his throat that glows from under his skin. The veins, both small and large showing faintly from where his dragon's fire lies dormant in his neck.

"Almost home."

John says with a relieved grin as he catches sight of you staring at his neck. Such a small thing as you, all bundled up and held closely to his chest makes his dragon instincts flare with pride. It's been far too long since he's had a hatchling of his own to care for. Lost on thought. He misses how you shiver once he crosses the threshold of his lair. His nostrils flaring as he takes in the scent of home. His safe haven, far away from the prying eyes of humans. And filled to the brim with riches. Most humans would tell the tale of dragon's guarding their horde of gemstones and jewels. As soon as he spots his nest a soft purr rises from his vocal chords. The sight and scent of his mates all laying together and relaxing warming his heart. In the middle of his nest is a beautiful harpy. His wings wrapped around the others shoulders as they sit around him. His deep brown eyes lighting up instantly as he sees John in the nesting room.

"Jesus John, we were worried about ya."

The harpy says with a relieved grin. His eyes now settled on the small creature against his mate's chest. The others a wraith and a werewolf perk up at the sight of a small child nestled against Price's arms. The werewolf almost vibrating with excitement at the sight. His tail wagging furiously, almost hitting the harpy everytime.

"Who's the wee bairn for John? We all did so good you're letting us eat a tender thing like tha."

Stilling instantly at the werewolf's words, you narrowly miss how the wraith slaps him upside the back of his head. The warning look that John sends the werewolf has you shrinking smaller. For almost a moment. However fleeting, it was as if all these hybrids were just human. The way they interacted with one another seemed human enough. But the way Price's eyes glowed ominously at the werewolf, it broke whatever allusion to human normalcy there once was.

"Soap, Gaz, Simon...say hello to our new hatchling."

John says warmly as he sees how Soap visibly deflates just a bit before his excitement returns full force. No doubt excited at the prospect of raising a wee one once again.

"A hatchling? Cannae go a single century without a wee one."

Gaz smiles softly, a mix of worry and tenderness traced on his expression. Soap's words only spurring him on. Immediately setting to work he moves about the nest making sure a corner of it will be comfortable for their new family member. Grabbing Johnny by the scruff, Simon drags him back to bed as the Scotsman looks on at Price and you with a loving gaze. His tail wagging softer now as he's led by the scruff by Simon.

As John makes his way to the nest. He groans tiredly as he sets you down in the center of the nest. Rather than being made of sticks and hay as birds would make it. The nest is made of the finest silks and cottons one could buy..or steal. Plush pillows line the edges of the nest and layers upon layers make up the foundation so as the hardness of the floor wouldn't be felt from underneath. As John settles down into the nest, his mates all gather closer. The sight of a small human child in their nest almost amusing to them. But seeing the scared expression on your face, they resolve to simply lay around you and John. The hope being that their combined warmth would lull you to sleep. The wraith; Simon, presses up closely against John's back, carefully so as to not disturb spot where his partner's missing wing would be. The werewolf; Johnny, curls up by your feet, your eyes wide as you tuck your feet in. The comment he made about eating you sticking in your mind like glue. The harpy; Gaz, at your side. His wings tucked in against his back as he coos quietly. Feeling overwhelmed and frightened, you curl up tightly and grasp at John's front with all your strength until eventually your mind starts drifting and your thoughts become quieter. The heavy hand of sleep overtakes you in a matter of minutes.

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It's hard trying to write so many people all at once. But now the 141 is all together. :)

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[sub-for-daddy-only]

Please send me kidnap threats or even better just kidnap me right now! ><

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Aaron Hotchner X Daughter Reader

Request: Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Third person pov...

It happened so fast that even Y/N had trouble remembering what happened. She rememberd she had jsut said good bye to her Dad and was on her way to school.

Her dad had been worried, There was a killer on the loose, targeting young girls between the ages of thirteen to sixteen with brown hair. The victims were always found tied to a chair, brutally beaten and traumatized.

Aaron was a part of the team assigned to the case and it hit too close to home. His own daughter fit the description of the victims, making him even more desperate to catch the killer.

The man had been weary about letting his daughter out, but realised he could keep her under lock and key, she had her life to live and had to go to school.

The 14 year old was casually walking to school, her bag on her back and happy walking in the sun, she passed by a suspicious car.

The instant she did she felt the persons eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking to school. Slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.

A man then got out of said car, he was tall, kept his head down, he began to follow the teen. Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.

She was planning to text her dad and began walking quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.

The brown haired girl taps her Dads contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this she had to be quick.

DADDIO

Y/N

Ech

"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.

She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.

The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N relaxes slightly, her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.

She looks at the time on her phone her message to her dad still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you I'm running late for school" she says to the man soundly apologetic.

She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.

Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.

She taps on her phone suddenly it falls from her grip. Looking at the ground I  horror her phones screen was horribly cracked, she jsut hoped she was able to send the message.

The man then begins dragging her to his car, unlucky for her know one was around to see her being dragged off. Suddenly everything went black.

With Hotch...

Aaron Hotchner had just arrived at the office after seeing his children off to school, he sighs as he walks into the Bullpen.

The others had already arrived and were standing around Reids desk. Hearing his phone go off he gets it out, upon lookomg at the screen his face goes pale.

Gideon who was walking towards the man noticed the man face instantly and was worried. "Hotch? What's wrong?" He asks the man, drawing the attention off the team.

Soon they all surrounded their unit chief. The man had an iron grip on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Hotch, man tell us has something happened?" Asks Derek he taps the man's shoudler.

This seemed to jolt the man out of his frozen state. "Y/Ns in trouble" the team act, everyone gathering in the round table room.

Echo was there codeword for danger and Y/N and Jack knew they should knly use if for emergencies, Hotch knows Y/N would never abuse that rule.

Hotch pacing in the corner, Derek and Elle going over the evidence they have, Reid trying to form a geo plan of the unsubs comfort zone, JJ was on call with crime lab, Gideon ws thinking the evidence over while still calming down Hotch the man was wearing a hole into the floor.

"Hotch, you have to stay calm, we need you at your best to find Y/N" reasoned Gideon, the man managed to get the worried man to claim down slightly, he stopped pacing but tapped his finger against his leg instead

"Anything yet?" He asks impatiently. The team all shakes their heads, the man impatience grows as they work. Suddenly JJ gets a call. "Yes hello this is Agent Jareau, you have something" her voice gains the attention of the others.

"They found where Y/N had been taken" she explains to them Hotch visibly relaxes. Then JJs face goes worried. "What's wrong JJ?" Questions the man his anxiety on edge.

JJ thanks the person and ends the call. "Im sorry Hotch, all they could find was her phone. The screen had been smashed" she tells the worried Dad.

Hotch freezes. "What" he whispers as the team watch him.

With Y/N...

The 13 year old was in a dark room, stripped off her skirt and shirt, only in her shorts (she wears under skirts) and her tank top on. Shivers rack her naked body.

Either fear or the cold she didn't know, shivering she slowly looked around her head in pain from the punch she got from the man, she tried to move only her legs and wrist where tied to the cold uncomfortable chair she was on.

"Someone help me,please" she whispers to herself, she wants her dad, she wants to be home and in her dad's arms. "Daddy" she sobs to herself, suddenly a door is opened.

A bright light comes from a staircase she just realised, tears running down her face she sees the man from before walking down and coming towards her.

Shaking again she tries to move the chair away from the freak, she aches to be able to kick the man in the goods. " No go away leave me alone" she shouts to him, the man had a frightening look on his face.

As he got closer Y/N saw something shimmer in the light, it was a knife. E/C eyes widened in terror, her wiggling increased. "No no get away! Daddy daddy!" To her luck footsteps are heard upstairs.

She screams louder hoping to draw their attention to the basement. "Daddy daddy down here hurry" the man gabbed her face harshly to stop her from screaming.

The damage was done "let the girl go you son of a bitch!" Yells a very familiar voice, it was Derek Morgan one of Y/Ns uncle. E/C eyes once again fill with tears at the sight of her Dads team.

She sees the horrified looks on Elle, Gideon and Derek faces as the creep puts the knife against her throat, his face still covering her mouth.

Behind them she sees her Dad his face is angry, he wasn't happy. Taking a chance she bites the man hard, with a cry he let's her go but shoves the girl away making her fall back hitting her head on the wall.

Vision swimming she hears a gunshot, the creeps body falls next to her, muffled shouts are heard, before long she was being untied, then picked up by someone, recognising the scent she realises it was Derek.

She wraps her aching arms around his neck tightly as he wraps her in many blankets, sobbing loudly he tries to comfort her.

Derek rubs the girls back as Hotch gets a few punches in on the Unsub, he hated how long it to them to find him and save Y/N.

The traumatized girl continues to cry as Derek comforts her, once Gideon finally pulled Hotch off the Unsub the man remembers his daughter and goes to her.

Feeling guilty about not comforting her first, Derek puts the girl in his arms and walks away, Hotch shushes and bounces Y/N in his arms.

"Your safe now baby, its Daddy" he comforts, her Y/N continues to cry happy she was saved. "Dad your here your here" she cries Hotch just hugs her tightly not letting her go. "I'm here baby" he whispers.

The end!

Long one for this request.

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait of updating, I've been busy with classes. As usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1610

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 18th: Homemade Christmas Dinner

Warnings: mentioned kidnapping, kidnapping, kidnapping family, Yandere family, Yandere stuff

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“That was eventful!” your kidnapper said as he walked into the house behind you.

You two had just gotten back from Christmas at his family's house and all you can say is yes it was eventful. All of them were like you and your so-called husband and it wasn't hard to tell which one was the kidnapped one.

“At least we're home,” you sighed as you set everything that you were holding on the floor by the tree. “It's almost dinner time and we still haven't opened our presents yet.”

“Do you want to start dinner or do you want me to?” your husband asked as he set the rest of the stuff down on the floor as well.

“I’ll unpack everything while you start dinner,” you said as you looked at all the luggage and presents on the floor. “We sure got a lot of junk from your family didn't we?”

“Yeah,” he said while wrapping your arms around you. “They love you though.”

“Especially your brother,” as you said that you felt his arms wrap tighter around you. “He was also the only one who did not have anyone.”

“I don't want you around him anymore,” he whispered in your ear before slowly letting go of you. “I'm going to go start dinner.”

“Okay, baby,” you whispered before turning around so you could kiss his cheek. “I'll put all this away.”

You started by taking your and your husband's suitcases to the laundry room and putting all the dirty clothes in the laundry basket. After you put all the dirty clothes in the laundry, you took your and your husband's suitcases to y’all���s room so you could put all the clean clothes away. Once you were done with that you put the suitcases away in the storage closet before going back to the living room and taking out all the gifts out of their boxes and bags.

This is some cool stuff!

You put the gifts that belonged in your and your husband’s room in that room before putting the other gifts away in their corresponding rooms.

Finally done!

“Babe, I'm done putting everything away,” you said as you walked into the kitchen. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

“Uhh yeah,” he said before pointing at the oven. “Can you please get that out the timer is about to go off?”

“Yeah,” you said as you walked to the oven. “I can do that!”

You grabbed the oven mitt as you opened the oven door before putting the mitten on and taking the food out. After taking out the food you set it on top of the oven before closing the oven door and taking off the mitten.

“Anything else you need from me?” you asked as you looked at your husband.

“No,” he said as he turned to look at you. “I don't think so.”

“Okay,” you said before putting your arms around him. “When can we eat?”

“Now if you want but some of it will be hot,” he said as he put his hands on your waist. “But we can wait if that's what you want.”

“No,” you said as you pulled away from him and got a plate. “I want to go ahead and eat our homemade Christmas dinner before opening presents.”

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Whumptober 2024 No. 31- Asking for Help

Since today is Halloween, I thought I would make my last Whumptober fill a little festive! I can't believe I completed all 31 days!!

Villain sat by the door, a bowl of candy on the side table. The doorbell rang. Finally! They wondered where all the little trick-or-treaters had gotten to.

They opened the door, but instead of a tiny pirate or a witch…

“Hero!?” Villain exclaimed.

“Trick or treat?” Hero slurred.

“Woah!”

Villain dove to catch Hero as they lurched forward. Villain got a good look at them. They were covered in blood and bruises.

“What happened to you!?”

Villain carried Hero inside and laid them down on the couch.

“Sorry to bug you like this,” Hero mumbled, “ow. I know it’s a holiday and everything, but- mm…”

Villain gave Hero a gentle slap to the face.

“No sleeping,” they said, “talk to me. Who did this to you?”

“Dunno, they were in costume…”

“Hero,” Villain warned.

“Can’t you give me some ibuprofen before you interrogate me?”

Hero needed more than over the counter pain meds. They needed stitches, bandages, and probably a hospital visit if they were smart. Hero’s eyes started to droop closed. Another slap.

“Stay here. And don’t you dare go to sleep.”

Villain ran from the living room to get the med kit. When they got back, Hero was trying- and failing- to sit up.

“Hey! I said stay awake, not ‘get up and jostle your injuries’!”

“Sorry…”

Villain handed Hero some painkillers, which they took and swallowed dry. They grimaced as they went down. They started to clean their wounds.

“Now talk, or I will turn this into a kidnapping,” Villain said.

“Do you believe in monsters, Villain?”

“Come again?”

“You know, vampires, zombies, ghosts, those sorts of things.”

“I believe in politicians,” Villain stated, “as for the other monsters… where are you going with this?”

“Pretty sure I just met one… a vampire that is.”

“Okay, you’re delirious,” Villain sighed, moving on to stitching Hero up, “vampires aren’t real.”

Just then, the doorbell rang again. Villain sighed, they had left the outside light on when Hero showed up. They’d see to the one trick-or-treater, then turn it off.

Villain opened the door, and their eyes went wide.

“Greetings,” a pale, cloaked figure said, “I think you have something of mine… may I come in?”

“Who are you?” Villain asked.

The figure shed their cloak, and great bat wings sprouted out from their back. Their red eyes seemed to glow in the night, and they grinned widely.

“Who I am doesn’t matter, but I’m sure you’d agree that what I am certainly does.”

“Get lost, Vincent Price,” Villain ordered.

“Oh, I would reconsider,” the figure said, fangs glinting in the warm light of Villain’s porch, “you see, when I want something, I always get it.”

“Cute, you’re entitled,” Villain said, “scram, before I break this wooden table leg and plunge it into your heart.”

The stranger huffed.

“Be careful, human,” they said, “your abode might protect you now, but it will quickly become your prison if you don’t indulge me.”

“Entitled and melodramatic. Leave. Or just stand there until the sun comes up and turns you to dust, I really don’t care.”

With that, Villain slammed the door in the stranger’s face. Their brave façade cracked at once, and they stumbled over to Hero’s side.

“So,” they said, their voice going up an octave, “vampires, huh?”

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[painsandconfusion]

Whump moments #44

"..you'll fail. You know that, right? I could squish you like a bug." The villain took a step closer, eyeing hero.

Hero stood their ground, squinting a glare. "Even if I fail, I have to try. This city won't stand aside and just let you take it."

"Mm. But what happens when you lose to me?" Another step.

Hero's legs twitched, begging them to run.

They didn't. "Then someone else will-"

"-No no," Villain cut them off. "I mean what happens to you."

Hero stood. Staring. Trying to puzzle out the words. Was this just a trick to throw them off their game? Hero pulled magic to their fingertips, ready to fire if Villain attacked them in their confusion.

"I won't kill you, you know," Villain drawled, side stepping to circle Hero instead.

Hero turned with them, refusing to take their eyes off the enemy. "...why."

"Because I like you...I think I'd rather just..take you home."

Lead sunk into Hero's stomach. In a flinch response, they attacked, sending a blast in Villain's direction.

Anything to get that visual - and all the possibilities - out of their head.

[itsnahhhh]

ur honor, i know he killed a guy and is a stalker n stuff, but have u considered: hes jus a lil guy and i love him?

anyway this is charles, he’s normally charlie but as a nerd yandere boy he’s charles, which. is So incredible to me. he’s my lil guyyyy 🧡🧡🧡

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

male corrin is a saucy little twink that i want to kidnap and put in a tower for my amusement

[fizzzzs]

𝕱𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊

𝑀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓃 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒𝒾. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃 𝒰𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽, 𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈. 𝑀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊𝒿𝒾, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻, 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒜𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓇𝑜��𝓈, 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒾𝒸 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗄𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅, 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍.

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈, 𝖭𝖾𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗈, 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉,” 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇.

𝖭𝖾𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾… 𝖨𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿.

“𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍,” 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒. “𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗅𝗒. “𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽��� 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽.

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀.

𝖠 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾.

“𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅… 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉, 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗑𝖾𝖽𝗈, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺, 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂 “𝖴𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗄” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 “𝖲𝗂𝗑” 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗂𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗂.

𝖱𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾?”

𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄.

“𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 ���𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁.

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗅���𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗁, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆

* Authors Note *

𝐻𝑒𝓎 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝒜𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓇𝒶! 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉! 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻! 𝐼 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓊𝓅, 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀. 𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to reunite with my estranged son?

About twenty years ago, my wife died in childbirth. The twin babies died too. I was devastated, of course, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that's the biggest change my life has ever had. Since then, I've embraced religion and advanced quite a bit in my career.

Now, I've recently learned that I was deceived at that time, and that my son is alive. Worst of all, my old friend and teacher who abandoned me after my wife's death has been aware of him the entire time! And has teamed up with a drug dealer or something to kidnap my boy.

My former friend has been telling my son all sorts of crazy stuff and now he hates me because of my religion. I decided to be the bigger person. It's not my son's fault. And it's not my fault he grew up without a dad.

When we finally met, he didn't know I was his father even though he's been traveling with my former friend. I told him who I was, and I even offered him a job (like I said, I've advanced a lot in my career). But he just yelled that that couldn't be true, that he'd never join me, we had a fight, and he dropped out of my life.

I still feel his presence out there. I want to reach out again but he's clearly upset with me.

AITA?

[whumperofworlds]

Not now, kitten. Mommy's writing her blorbos getting kidnapped and tortured.

[cluelessatthispoint]

Dragon's Hoard pt.3

(Inspired by bluegiragi and docdudo)

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Soft snores and gentle gasps echoed lazily within the darkened lair of the dragon and his mates.. the small family all safe and cozy with one another far away from the noisy blight that is humanity and their ways of living. Usually it would be easy to fall asleep, but try as he might, Gaz laid awake. Hard instincs screaming at him to succumb to sleep. The environment around already working so hard to lull him to what his instincts crave.

Gaz laid awake in the nest, his eyes straining as he peered up at the dark, stalactite filled cieling. The sight leaving a tingling imprint in his retinas. As much as he would have liked to get some sleep after a long day. There was only so much he could handle in a day spent flying and helping Soap pick off straggling sheep for their next meal. Never in a million years did he expect Price to come home with a child in tow. Just what the hell was he thinking? A literal human child, in the home of a hybrid pack. So many things could go wrong. With a sigh, Gaz groggily brought a hand up to massage and pinch the bridge of his nose. He was one for surprises. Sure there was the time when he and Price spent a surprise, anniversary night out gazing at the stars after a successful hunt. The clear night sky overhead glittering with innumerable stars overhead. The way the light from the moon casted a silvery glow over as far as the duo could see was a magical sight. It was quite possibly one of the best surprises Gaz could think of to this date. Well, not anymore.

The sleeping child in the group nest proved that opinion all too well. With a sigh, Gaz unfurled one large wing up and out in one glorious motion to flex and stretch. The joints in his wing getting all nice and lubricated to chase away the stiffness in his muscles and tendons. Slowly, so as to not wake anyone else from their much needed sleep. Looking over and down at the small tufts of hair that curl about your small head. Gaz gently lowers the tip of his wing to wrap around your form. All tired out and limp in their nest. Tiny lungs working hard to keep an even pace as your small chest rises and falls with each gentle inhale and exhale. Each small twitch in your sleep is monitored, each small groan and stretch as you wander in dreamland is counted. For Gaz, It's like a dream come true. A strange, unexpected dream. Its been so long since he's raised a chick. Furling his massive wing around your midsection, Gaz scoots his body closer to envelop you in his warmth. Chicks need plenty of warmth to sleep well. And good sleep leads to healthy growth. A patient smile makes its way to his heart-shaped lips. A soft croon just beggin to make its way out. Would the chick even like his song? The culture of his kind? Would the chick learn to appreciate the differences of their new parents?

As if roused by the acrid smelling spike of anxiety wafting off of his husband, Simon; from over the shoulder of Price moved quietly to lean up on his forearms. Sleep still dancing across his eyelids as he narrows his vision on Gaz. His tired brown eyes laced with concern.

"Hey"

"Hey yourself."

The sound of Simon's sleep tinged voice is a welcome relief to Gaz’s ears.

"Can't sleep?"

A pregnant pause follows the question. As if Gaz really needs to answer the question, the wraith knows what's bothering him.

"The kid is fine. Just tired. Scared. It's to be expected. Doubt Soap here helped any."

With a heavy sigh Gaz cuddles closer to your unconscious form. To Simon, the sight of such a large harpy and such a small child just seems wrong. Different species all gathered in one place. That's how most wars break out, but yet this family makes it work. Better than most same species families.

"Soap won't eat the kid...back in the day he might've...but not now..ease up Gaz."

Dark brown, chocolate eyes sweep over Gaz gently before straining to look over at the tiny bundle all snuggled up against his chest. The harpy's instinct to gather and protect their young is strong, almost ferocious at times. But Gaz looks so gentle. Laying back down to carefully spoon against Price. Simon is ever mindful to be aware of not disturbing the portion of the dragon's hybrid back where his missing wing should be.

"We're where we belong. That includes the kid."

The tenderness in Simon's voice almost surprises Gaz. That tone is usually reserved for more intimate moments.

"What do you mean Si?"

"Look at em. So small, tiny...almost insignificant. Just like we all were at one time or another."

"So?"

"Price...he can see the value in even the smallest things. The broken things....like us."

The unspoken words between them echo in their minds. "Like me". Broken. But still so very much loved and adored.

"Get some sleep Gaz. You can look the kid over and clean em in the morning."

The subtle command in Simon's tones doesn't go ignored. Even the sleeping werewolf somehow registers the tone, responding with a heavy yawn and a rumbling purr. With the quiet in the den, the sounds of deep, rhythmic breathing gets swallowed up by the thick rocky walls and cushions and fabrics that make up the spacious nest. With tired eyes, Gaz curls in and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. The soft hair that frames your cherubic face makes you look years younger than you are. The softness of your skin and its youthful buoyancy are still there even after all this time on your own. It makes his heart clench up tightly to think of all those years you've spent begging and scrounging for scraps like a common mutt in the city's streets.

"John always finds the value in the little things in life. I guess he saw something truly special in you chickie."

Gaz says softly as he presses his lips to your forehead. We're humans always this cold? Did John bring home a sick child? How do you care for a sick child that's not the same species as you? What if something is wrong? Shaking those terrible thoughts away, his mind wanders to what Simon said. And how everyone gathered here in each other's space, share so many wonderful things with each other. How coexistence just comes natural to them. How it'll hopefully come naturally to their newest addition. Shaking his head, the way Soap spoke of the child at first made him cringe. Eating them up and the like. The werewolf has no tact when it comes to children. Sighing gently, his deep brown eyes gaze at you with a tenderness only reserved for the young his instincts so desperately crave. Watching over you as you squirm in your sleep. No doubt moving in response to his soft exhales ghosting over your skin.

"No one's eating our chick...not my chick."

He whispers softly in oath to himself. His words not as unheard as he believed. On the other side of the nest, a soft, barely perceivable smile tugs at the corners of Price's lips.

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Ta da! Part three is here. I'm planning to have the next few chapters focus on the 141 individually and how they respond to having a child in their lives now.

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Spencer Reid x Autistic son reader

So sorry for taking so long to write this oneshot!

Requested by : Larri6ox

Request: Spencer is a dad to a 14 year old boy he is autistic and someone was stalking Spencer and yn one day after school he gets kidnapped Spencer was spiraling and the team searched for yn while that was going on yn was tied to a pole beaten and tasered it took the team 4 days to find yn Spencer ripped to the ropes off yn while the rest took down the unsub yn clung to his dad crying and overwhelmed he couldn't even speak Spencer comforted yn as the paramedics fixed him up yn slept in Spencer's arms when they got home yn was to scared to sleep by himself around 3 am yn woke up screaming from a nightmare Spencer woke up and held yn to comfort him yn was muttering about an accident Spencer got the hint that yn wet himself Spencer calms him down and helps yn get cleaned up they slept on the couch watching Tom and Jerry.

This is a long request, hope you like it.

Third person pov...

In the twilight's embrace, as the city buzzed with activity, a sinister plot unfolded, targeting an innocent youth named Y/N.

Y/N Reid was walking home from school when he found himself the unwilling target of a sinister stalker. Unbeknownst to him, a shadowy figure had been pursuing Special Agent Spencer Reid's beloved child, leaving Y/N vulnerable.

On that fateful day, as Y/N strolled home along the familiar path, a sudden chill ran down his spine.

A figure emerged from the darkness, his movements purposeful and menacing. Y/N's heart pounded with fear as he realized he was being followed.

Panic consumed him as he broke into a desperate run, his small legs carrying him as fast as he could.

But the unsub, his relentless pursuer, was closing in. The air grew thick with terror as Y/N's cries for help went unanswered. "Help me! Please!" He cries though knowone could hear him.

In a secluded alleyway, the unsub lay in wait. With a swift and ruthless move, he snatched Y/N and disappeared into the night.

Spencer, at his wits' end with worry, spiraled into a desperate search. The BAU team rallied around him, leaving no stone unturned.

Bound and helpless, he was tethered to a desolate pole, his body wracked with pain from relentless beatings and electric shocks. The cruel tormentors lingered nearby, their twisted minds devising further atrocities.

The unsub laughed as the boys screamed echoes through the dark warehouse.

The piercing screams of the taser echoed through the desolate space, leaving his body battered and broken. Fear gnawed at his soul as he endured unimaginable pain.

Y/N thought of his dad, he thought how he wouldn't give up on him, he knew he would save him he had too.

For days, the BAU searched tirelessly, their hearts heavy with each passing hour, Y/Ns absence tugged at their very souls. Especially Spencer, the man had forgot to sleep, eat.

He never left the bullpen he his only thought was Y/N, he had to find his son, then finally on the fourth day, a breakthrough emerged from the darkness. A tip led them to the warehouse where the H/C boy was being held captive.

With lightning speed, Spencer raced through the labyrinthine corridors, his determination fueled by the desperate hope of finding his child alive. As he burst into the warehouse, a sight met his eyes that sent shivers down his spine.

A pipe stood in the middle of the dark room, the smell was awful filled with sweat and dried blood. His eyes filled with anger. "Y/N!" He yells racing over to the likp body.

"Don't be dead don't be dead" he muttered as he neared the limp body of his Son.

Y/N was tied to the pole, his body bruised and battered, hung helpless from the pole. Spencer's heart shattered as he ripped the ropes from his son's frail body.

The boy fell limply into his Dad's arms, Spencer quickly covered the boy and held him tightly. "Shush shush its okay Baby, I'm here I'm here " he mumbled in the H/C hair dried blood stuck to the strands.

He held his son in his arms, the boy shaking as if it was winter, the agent could tell his was overwhelmed and didn't push him to talk only happy that he was alive.

As the boy was cut from his bonds the rest of the team swiftly apprehended the unsub, their rage a palpable force in the air.

Spencer held his precious boy close, offering him a safe haven from the nightmare he had endured, he continued to carry the boy out of the warehahouse and outside where the paramedics were waiting, they had been called before hand.

As they worked Spencer held his son, the boy had found solace in the gentle presence of his protector, grateful he was safe and finally not being hurt.

The warmth of his dad's arms and the gentle sway of their bodies brought a sense of serenity amidst the turmoil, he fell into the light sleep.

Back at home, it took Spencer a few hours to get the boy to sleep, Y/N had been on edge and awake for four days straight, but once he was asleep it was almost 1am, Spencer kept the door open slightly so he would hear if the boy had a nightmare.

The man situated himself in the living room, on the sofa he sat with a book in his hands, hearing any sounds that came from his son's room, he was ready to leap up and go to his son if he needed.

Hours later he awoke with a scream of pure anguish, A nightmare had gripped him, his body jerking and his voice filled with anguish as he whispered of an accident.

Tangled in his sheets he attempted to run but couldn't, bejng stuck reminded him of the ropes.

After hearing the scream Spencer had leaped from the sofa throwing his book away he ran to his Son room, throwing the door open he saw the boy was stuck, the covers had wrapped around his ankle.

Seeing the problem Spencer quickly unwrapped the blanket trapping the boy, leg now free Y/N woke up fully.

Looking around breathing heavy. "Daddy!" He cries hands out reaching for his Dad, Spencer quickly sat down next to the boy and pulled him into his arms.

"It's okay N/N, it's me its Dad" at that Y/N relaxed and slumped into the man's arms, Spencer rubbed his back before pulling the boy into his arms, appealing enought pressure that made Y/N feel safe.

After a few minutes Spencer tried to get Y/N to release him but the boy wouldn't budge. "Y/N, is something wrong?" He whispers, the boy nods his head. He mutters something into his Dad's shoudler.

The young Dr is confused before he sees the wet ost where his son was sleeping, he then realises, comforting the boy he clean up the remnants of his nightmare, changing his soiled clothes and tending to his shaken body.

Once he was done Y/N still wouldn't let go of him, realising he was still scared Spencer took him to the living room. He also grabbed numerous pillows and soft blankets for them and set them on the sofa.

As they settled back on the couch, Reid held Y/N close, his heart aching with both love and protectiveness, he put on Y/Ns favourite cartoon Tom and Jerry.

Together, they drifted off to sleep on the couch, Spencer laying his back to the arm of the sofa, on top rest his son tucked into his chest breathing normal, no longer shaking from the nightmare, the animated antics of Tom and Jerry providing a soothing backdrop to their weary minds.

The end!

Finished hoped you liked this oneshot so sorry for the wait, as usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes!

Requests are open!

Word count : 1365

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 14th: Christmas ball

Warnings: chubby reader, mentioned child death, mentions of killing a kid, implied kidnapping, intoxicated reader, Yandere stuff

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As you were getting ready for your town's yearly winter ball you were having a little trouble getting your dress on since your tummy and thighs were bigger than the last time you tried it on. Once you got it on you heard a loud pounding on the door.

Who could that be?

No one had asked you to the ball and even if they did you and your friends all decided that you would go as a group.

Maybe they decided that they were going to come get me even though we agreed to meet there.

You quickly finished getting ready before walking to your front door to see who was knocking loudly. When you opened the door you saw a young boy standing there. You didn't recognize this boy so you didn't understand why he was at your doorstep. The little boy was dressed nicely (as nicely as he could at least) and holding a bouquet.

“Can I help you?” you asked as you leaned against the doorframe.

“Oh,” the boy said as he looked up from messing with the flowers. “Um, does Daisy live here by chance?”

“No,” you said as you crossed your arms. “No one by that name lives here, sorry.”

“Oh,” he said in a sad tone as he looked at a piece of paper. “She told me she lived here.”

“She doesn’t live here,” you said in a sympathetic tone as she felt bad for the boy. “But I think she lives next door, Why don’t you go check there?”

“Really?!” the boy said excitedly while looking at the house next door. “Thank you so much, Miss!”

You didn't have time to respond as the boy had already started running to the house next door to you.

I wonder what it's like to have a man run after you like that?

You decided that since you were already dressed, you would go ahead and go to the winter ball. Once you got to the winter ball you went to go find your friends. You spotted your friends not too long after arriving.

“Y/n I'm so happy you came,” one of them said as you walked over to them. “Let's go dance!”

Your friend was drunk but you still followed her to the dance floor because you weren't going to let her ruin your mood just because she was drunk. As you were dancing you felt a pair of big strong calloused hands grab your waist.

“Hey there chubby bunny,” a deep male voice said. “Why don't I get you a drink?”

You let the man get you a few drinks and by the time the ball was over you were too out of it to go home by yourself.

“I can take her home,” one of your friends said as she saw you leaving with a hot stranger. “Come on let's go!”

Once you were out of earshot of everybody you snatched your wrist away from her and glared at her.

“Why would you do that!” you demanded drunkenly as you pointed a finger at her. “I was about to go home with a hot man and that's not something that happens often and you ruined it!”

“I just saved you from being killed,” she said while getting up in your face. “Earlier tonight a little boy and girl were killed on their way to the ball and that guy had blood on his shoes!”

“What?” you said in disbelief as her statement sobered you up a little.

“Two kids, Daisy, and Eric, were found dead,” she explained slowly so it could sink into your mind. “Do you get what I'm saying now?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled as you walked home. “Thanks for walking with me.”

Once you made it home you walked inside and started getting undressed.

Today has been a lot!

As you were finishing getting dressed you walked over to your front door to make sure that it was locked. After making sure the door was locked up tight you felt someone grab you from behind and press a rag over your nose and mouth.

“Those kids knew too much my love,” you heard the familiar deep male voice say from behind you as you started going unconscious. “But now that I have you I can't let you go!”