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ukulelevillainwrites · 1 year ago

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who follows the rules anyway?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

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pairing : anthony lockwood x she/her reader

word count : 4.5k

content : in this part you get angst, reader and lockwood’s backstory and some plot with a side of ‘i didn’t know where else to go’ in subtext :)))

They ate dinner in silence. It was clear that the two guys she had in front of her weren’t used to having people over. They were sitting around the kitchen table, notes and drawings covering the cloth beneath their plates. She read the messages closest to her. Many were about cases they probably worked over the past couple of weeks. But here and there she noticed some insults directed at Lockwood and she was glad to see she wasn’t the only one who thought those things. A drawing of a visitor caught her attention. It wasn’t very detailed but its expression seemed sad and lonely nonetheless.

“Who’s that?” she asked.

“That’s the ghost we have to take care of tomorrow. It’s probably a Type One so we should be done quickly.” George answered.

“Where is the house you have to take care of?”

“Hopkins Street in Soho.”

“I’ve been on a case near there! Though it was more dangerous, the Type Two we had to contain was more threatening than we had anticipated. And the house was big too, are you gonna be okay just the two of you?”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine.” Lockwood cut in.

“We could always add a third person, worst case scenario they just stand by…”

“I’d be happy to be there in reinforcement… And that way I could pay you back for letting me stay here.”

Lockwood was far from enthusiastic about the arrangement. y/n saw his jaw tighten as George accepted her offer to tag along.

“I’ll go to Satchell’s to restock.” He got up and aimed for the door. “You and y/n can prep the bags so we can leave when I come back.” He left the table without looking back. There was no room for discussion. It’s like he couldn’t get out fast enough. I guess the feeling is mutual then. But who cared if he couldn’t stand to be in her company either? At least she could repay George by helping him out back. And that way she didn’t have to figure out what her next move should be for another day. She could pretend to be a proper agent one more time and forget about her disgrace.

George immediately filled her in on all the research he had done on the case. Apparently even for a Type One explaining every little detail couldn’t wait until tomorrow. She listened to him ramble on about the history of the house on Hopkins Street and felt at peace for the first time that day. It reminded her of their walks back from a job early in the morning. She paid attention as much as she could until her eyes decided to close on their own.

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It was getting unbearably cold and the fact that she was restrained to a small iron circle didn’t help her condition. The night had been a disaster so far. It made her regret Fittes, her old teammates, her decision to stay here and help. She wanted to be a true professional and apply her impeccable methods. What could be better than to follow Marissa Fittes’ instructions to the letter? What could possibly be worth denying everything her supervisors had taught her her entire career? Anthony Lockwood’s sheer will apparently justified changing everything.

It had started as soon as they had set foot inside the house. She wanted to be thorough and efficient. She offered that the group went through the house together to look at each room and possibly locate the source before facing any type of ghost. But their leader had decided otherwise and didn’t even bother to listen. He sidelined her immediately.

“You’re here in reinforcement, right? So we’ll come get you if we need a hand.” He had told her before leaving her behind surrounded by an iron chain. It made her furious. Sure, she hadn’t exactly been warm yesterday, or even polite, but still. He could really use her training and her talent. His stubbornness was really stupidity at this point. And what kind of agency didn’t have supervisors?

She was going on and on in her head about everything that was wrong with this situation when George interrupted her train of thoughts as he entered the room.

“We still haven’t found anything, we’re taking a break in the kitchen. Care to join us?”

Of course, Lockwood wouldn’t have bothered to tell her that. Instead, he greeted her with

“That tea is really awful. Who made it?” he said with a wince.

“I did, and at least I was nice enough to bring tea for everyone.” She went to pour herself a cup from a thermos she had packed.

“Well, it was your job.”

“My job was to prep the bags with George, not play housekeeper.” She said coolly without looking up. She turned her back to him so he couldn’t see the look on her face. That tea really was terrible.

“The tea isn’t the only thing that’s bitter tonight.” He said with a smirk.

She turned around to face him.

“Tea isn’t part of a regulation kit.”

“In our agency it kind of is.” He cut in.

“What I’m trying to say is that you could appreciate the intention instead of making your snide comments. Earlier you literally walked through the door shouting orders without helping us even a little and now you keep criticizing me. You can’t spend the evening reprimanding everything I do.”

“I’m in charge and I can when the work isn’t done properly.”

The room fell silent. She wanted to scream at him, hit something, anything. But this was still a haunted house. She needed to keep her emotions under control. No matter how much she wanted to put him in danger specifically, George didn’t deserve this. Ignoring the satisfied look that Lockwood gave her, she turned to George.

“Is he always so difficult to work with? I’m surprised you haven’t lost your sanity.”

“He’s actually tolerable most of the time.”

Lockwood smiled at her with a “I told you so” grin.

“But you obviously have quite an effect on him.” He told her with a wink.

His smile disappeared instantly and it was George’s turn to laugh.

“Instead of having you two brooding in separate corners of the room, maybe we could try and do the job we were hired to do?”

They went for another tour of the house, using all their senses to try to detect any activity. The only result they got was a drop in temperatures which was a start. They settled into the coldest room, figuring the source was probably nearby. They set up a circle in the center and the boys started to search anything that could be the cause of the haunting. As y/n went to pick up a figurine carved in ivory on a shelf an annoying voice interrupted her.

“I need you to stay in the circle while we look for the source.”

“But my Touch is better than yours and George’s combined! Stop being a jerk and let me do my job for the first time this evening.”

“We’ll tell you if we need reinforcement.”

As George was about to protest she raised her voice.

“I’m getting really sick of your behavior. Stop treating me like I’m a beginner. I can handle myself. I worked for the most prestigious team in the most prestigious agency for God’s sake!”

“Well, you’re not anymore. Your behavior hasn’t been much better and until I know that I can trust you I’m not letting you touch anything in this house.”

“Fine. If that’s how it’s gonna be I’ll be better off anywhere else.”

She left the room in a rush. She was putting both of her teammates in danger anyway with how angry she was getting. It was better for everyone if she left.

She went down the stairs in a hurry and slammed the door on her way out. The fresh air outside helped a little. But she would need a two-hour walk at least to calm down. She started to walk down the street as she heard footsteps running behind her.

Lockwood caught up with her and grabbed her arm to make her turn around.

“Where do you think you’re going? You don’t have anywhere to go and we organized the night with you as backup. If we don’t have you standing by you’re putting both of us at risk if something goes wrong.”

“I’m putting you two at risk anyway with how angry I am at you. I thought getting to know you would change the opinion I had of you but I was right from the start you’re just an arrogant jerk.”

“And I was right to think you were just pretentious and helpless that night we met. If it weren’t for me you’d be dead but instead you disrespect me in my own house and act surprised when I don’t trust you on a case.”

So he did remember that night. She tried to hide her surprise.

“Oh right so I’m supposed to be grateful for you ruining a perfect opportunity for my career.”

“You didn’t need me to ruin your career you handled it very well yourself.”

That stung. She turned around before he could see the tears that prickled her eyes and stormed off into the night.

“Nice one Lockwood! And I’m the one with zero social skill.” George said from the doorstep before going back inside, leaving Lockwood alone in the deserted street.

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“y/n I need you to keep the visitor under control while we look for the source!” Kipps shouted as he ran up the stairs, followed closely by Bobby.

“But wouldn’t it be better if-” She tried to point out that her talent would be most useful if she went to look for the source herself but the boys were already gone. Reluctantly she went back to the living room, using her senses to see if the visitor had come back yet.

She was alone for now. Just her and her frustration to keep her company. After a week of strenuous efforts and late nights, her leader still didn’t seem to warm up to her. Obviously if he kept her aside and gave her tasks that didn’t let her show her full potential he could never be impressed with what she could do. But she kept her head down, it was only the first week, she needed to follow his directions to remain on his good side, or at least his neutral side. And if the visitor showed up she would do her best to fight it, maybe that would show him. She tried listening to reason the best she could, but the truth was that Kipps’s behavior vexed her. She couldn’t help feeling underestimated and a kind of sorrow rose in her. What more could she do to make him notice her? His approval was the only thing she sought at the moment. It consumed her so much that she didn’t realize the visitor had resurfaced. It started creeping up behind her when suddenly she felt a presence as the temperature dropped several degrees.

She ducked at the last minute and narrowly avoided the ghost that flew above her reaching for her neck. The phantasm was now hovering between her and the iron chain, she had no refuge. She drew her rapier unaffected and ready to fight. The ghost tried to attack again, it was aggressive and used her frustration to its advantage. She formed complicated patterns with her sword to keep it away from her. They stayed face to face like this for several minutes with no sign from Bobby nor Kipps. Her arm grew tired of this face to face. It was getting harder and harder to draw the ghost off but her mind stayed focused. Fortunately, it was hard to break her spirit. That was until a cramp painfully twisted the arm that held her rapier. The pain was so sudden that she grabbed her arm and dropped her weapon as a reflex. Probably the worst reflex to have in this situation. As her iron defense touched the floor the visitor attacked. She ducked again, getting closer to the iron chain. As she went to step inside, she tripped and broke the circle. Her rapier was out of reach. She grabbed the chain and tried to fend off the ghost with the chain, not using the flares at her belt that certainly would have caught fire inside. Where were Bobby and Kipps? She could really use a hand right now. As the phantasm got very close to touching her the door flew open.

Finally. In the darkness she only saw a silhouette in a long coat drawing the visitor’s attention away from her. She was thankful but she didn’t recognize who it was. Bobby or Kipps would have been coming from upstairs so she wondered how this stranger could have known when to barge in. Nevertheless, the diversion was enough for her to grab her rapier, ready to fight once more. The living room was lit by the ghost lamp outside. She turned around to see her rescuer fending off the phantasm. He was quick on his feet, the movements of his sword clear and precise. His posture looked elegant even in a fight. He seemed completely at ease and it didn’t look like he needed her help. Once more she felt rather useless. She remained alert but couldn’t do more than watch the scene unfold. It was like the visitor had forgotten she was in the room standing right behind it. As the fight went on the guy in front of her tried tempting it more and more each time he dodged a sudden move from the ghost. She slowly walked around to join him on the other side of the room as the ghost was getting closer each time it tried to reach him. What was he doing? The point wasn’t to tempt the ghosts but to keep them away. It’s like he found it amusing somehow. She felt a burst of energy and a shiver ran down her spine. It was getting particularly angry. She hurried to reach his side telling him to get out of the way. She held her sword high, ready to fight off the new blow she was expecting when instead she was pushed behind. She lost her balance as she was shoved against a sofa sitting in the corner of the room and tripped the reckless idiot in the same movement. He held on to the armrest to quickly stand up and stood between her and the visitor. It was getting close, too close. At the last moment it disappeared. The air warmed up and the tension that filled the room was replaced with relief. Only for a moment though.

“Are you crazy? You could’ve gotten us both killed if my team hadn’t just located the source!” She pushed him away as she stood up from the sit he had pushed her into.

“A good evening to you too. What a lovely night isn’t it?”

She looked at him in disbelief.

“You’re not even gonna acknowledge the fact you almost got killed three seconds ago?”

A voice came from the hallway.

“Tony! To what do we owe the pleasure?”

The boy rolled his eyes at her before turning around.

“Shouldn’t you be alone in your big house at this time of night?”

She had never seen Kipps like this before. Sure, he was proud most of the time, but never to that extent.

“You should thank me for saving your teammate from a certain death. I did your reputation a favor here.” He talked about her like she wasn’t standing right next to him. How could someone she met 5 minutes ago irritate her so much?

“I’m sure she could handle herself just fine.”

“I could but he didn’t really give me a chance.” She said, glaring at him. “I didn’t need your help, I had the situation under control.”

“A simple thank you would have sufficed. Next time I’ll just enjoy the show from outside then.” He gave her one last look before exiting the room.

He left the same way he had come without looking back. Or at least she thought. Outside he had glanced one more time through the window where he had first seen her battling the phantasm, his lips curving slightly as he made his way back home.

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The memories of that night kept coming back to her, fueling her rage as she made her way down Wardour Street. He didn’t let her do her job then and he didn’t let her do her job now. And he was acting like an arrogant prick with a smug look on his face while he was doing it. Her head was heavy with the events of the past two days and she felt overwhelmed. She was angry at the universe for turning her life upside down. She had a plan and she was following it. Why did things have to change so suddenly? She was mad at her instincts for misguiding her and she hated the way she kept overreacting. The further she walked the more anger she realized she had to unpack. She had weeks of frustration from all the efforts she made to gain Kipps’s trust and approval and the ironic twist of fate that undid all that in just one day. She also had the hurt from El’s betrayal that still twisted her stomach. The uneasy feeling that something wasn’t right with Mrs Dufour. The shame of being fired. The unbearable weight of figuring out her future now that she threw away the one that she had designed for herself. She wasn’t ready to deal with that just yet and decided to focus on tonight instead. Who cared if she didn’t have a future, at least she still had a friend in the city that very kindly accepted to take her in. Well, until she left him and his colleague alone in a haunted house that is.

She regretted taking her anger out on Lockwood, though some of it was well deserved. She actually didn’t know how to feel about him. Somehow she was convinced he could have been very nice to work with if she had given him a chance from the start. On the other hand, she still wasn’t over how he literally kept her from doing her job all those weeks back. And the fact he behaved the exact same way tonight certainly didn’t help. Still, she hoped they were safe even with her gone.

The stroll did help a lot. She had been gone for half an hour but the fog in her mind already started to lift. She still needed some alone time but she really should apologize for her behavior later. The guys wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours anyway. No need to rush. She could always apologize tomorrow. And she would owe them one less night at their place.

She made her way to the border of the Thames, passing Scotland Yard on her way. It was one of the only buildings with light coming from the windows. She followed the river south, taking deep breaths to try and ease her mind. A gentle breeze rustled her hair and she finally allowed herself to relax for the first time today. The water made her feel safer and the quiet streets made her appreciate the city even more. It was a shame she couldn’t do this more often without taking risks. She could have stayed there for hours but as she leaned on a banister she noticed a boat getting weirdly close to her. It kept coming her way until a girl with a straw hat on came into view. She pointed to somewhere behind her mouthing something. Was it directed at her? She frowned mouthing “what?” back to the girl. She insisted. ‘Watch out.’, she finally understood. She turned around to see men gather and she ducked on instinct. The only people out at this time of night couldn’t be good news.

Curled up behind a brick wall, she slowly craned her neck to try and see what this was all about. There were three men standing a few feet away from her. They were partially hidden by a tree. She moved slightly to her right to have a better view. Relic men. It was very clear that this meant trouble and she needed to get out of there. She turned around, hidden behind the wall to thank the girl on the boat but she was already out of sight.

The easiest way for her to get out of there unseen was to go back the same way she came, practically on her knees the whole time to remain covered. She made slow progress but she would soon be able to reach Scotland yard and from there she could keep walking the other way. She didn’t really care where she was going as long as she was out of danger. She was reaching the last few feet when she heard a familiar voice that made her blood run cold.

“Good evening gentlemen.”

George was right. She was right. Mrs. Dufour was standing there, casually chatting with relic men. Her dismissal seemed even more unfair now. She wasn’t in such a hurry now. She could finally get her answers and get to the bottom of this.

“Did you bring it?” one of the men asked though it sounded more like an order.

“Of course I did. Here, I’m sure you’ll get a good price for it but I want 25%, no less.”

The man closest to her laughed as he dismissed her with a hand.

“Yeah, right.”

“It’s an original from Mrs. Overton’s ancestors. A piece from a prominent family like hers has got to be worth a lot more than the other pieces I brought you. And I’m putting my job on the line for this. 25 or I’ll find someone else.”

Did she really say Mrs. Overton? She was selling the clock she was supposed to bring back in a few days? y/n couldn’t believe it. How was she going to justify the missing piece to their client?

The shock made it hard to breath. She had flashbacks from the day before when she heard voices outside Mrs. Dufour’s office. She tried to step away slowly and discreetly but the friction of her feet on the ground made a sudden noise that made the group look in her direction. She stayed ducked but she heard one of the men get closer to investigate. She only had one option if she wanted to get out of here unharmed. She stood up and immediately started running. She could hear one of the men yelling to go after her from afar but she didn’t turn back to check. She hoped the supervisor didn’t recognize her but now was not the time to worry about this detail. She had more chance losing them if she got lost in the streets instead of following the river. She made a turn on her left, hoping they would lose sight of her. Instead she felt a sharp pain in her left arm. How could she get a cramp in this part of her body while running? Without slowing down she passed a hand up and down her arm to ease the pain. Instead of finding the soft fabric of her jacket her fingers met something wet. She looked down at her bloodied fingers trying to keep up her pace. Not only were these men chasing her but they were throwing knives at her. Letting them catch her wasn’t an option from the start but even less so now. She tried to ignore the sharp ache and kept running until she found a hiding spot in a deserted alleyway. She used the trashcans and piles of cardboard boxes to avoid her pursuers. They ran past her without looking back. She waited a few minutes trying to calm her breathing down.

The street was silent again, she couldn’t hear any voices or steps coming her way. She peered out from her hiding spot and only saw the ghost lamp at the end of the street. She came out and sighed in relief. Her mind had gone completely numb but as she stepped out of the alley she became painfully aware of the situation. Panic started to rise inside her. She wanted to curl up in the middle of the street as her breathing accelerated. Somehow she still wasn’t getting enough air. Her lungs hurt, the world started spinning around her. The wound in her arm was burning, she felt blood running down her arm. All her senses were blinded by the pain and the stress, she couldn’t think straight. Behind her she heard something crack. A leaf, a branch maybe or just a rat passing by. But that was enough to send her running as fast as she could. Her instinct was the only thing guiding her at this point. She needed to get help, to find people she could trust. She needed to go somewhere safe.

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All the lights were out inside the house. They probably hadn’t gone home yet. The case could have turned more complicated than anticipated. But she didn’t feel like waiting for them in the street with blood trickling down her arm. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, her throat was sore from the cold autumn breeze and her wound wasn’t getting any better. She climbed the few steps in front of the door, her right hand in front of her in case she tripped. As she got to the door, she kneeled and retrieved her hooks from the sock where she always kept them. Her dad had always told her this skill would come in handy. At the time she didn’t believe him but still let her teach her. It was a fun father-daughter activity after all. But right now, with the pain she was in, she truly blessed him for having weird hobbies.

In three clicks she unlocked the door and stepped inside without worrying about the noise she made. Her head was heavy and relief flooded her as soon as she closed the door behind her. It didn’t matter that her day had ended up worse than the day before. It didn’t matter that this seemed unconceivable yesterday. The fight, Dufour, the chase, all of it was behind her now. She was safe. As she stepped deeper into the house the walls started spinning. The masks on the wall looked like they were mocking her. She felt the urge to dismiss them with the back of her hand. A sharp pain shot through her arm as she lifted it. She cried out and didn’t notice Lockwood coming down the stairs.

“y/n? What are you doing?”

She hadn’t heard him coming and jumped in surprise, prompting another sharp pain in her left arm.

“y/n? What’s wrong? Wait how did you get in?”

At that she smiled faintly. But her head was spinning too much. Her knees buckled. She saw movement in front of her as the floor got closer before she collapsed in the hall.

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hestella · 3 months ago

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Hannibal lector x reader: a new face part. 3

part 1 , part 2

A/N: sep/6: edited!

warnings: blind reader, fem! reader, mentions of blood, injury, knife, gore, its hannibal being hannibal, drugging, grammar mistakes, mistakes, mistakes.

Hannibal observed her for a moment, his gaze cold and calculated. The GHB he’d given her was the precise amount to ensure she'd remain unconscious for the next four to five hours. She was sprawled out in the kitchen, breathing evenly, oblivious to everything around her.

With quiet precision, Hannibal reached for his handkerchief and delicately picked up her phone. Unlocking it with her thumb, he navigated through the accessibility settings, turning off any extra features to make the phone easier to manipulate. In her contacts, he found the appropriate person to call, someone who could cancel her lecture for the day.

Once the call was made, he erased the call history, restored the accessibility settings, and carefully returned the phone to its original place. That was step one.

Next, he moved swiftly, slipping on latex gloves and pulling a small, inconspicuous spy cam from his bag. The device, designed to resemble a spiral, was perfect for his needs. With a screwdriver, he unscrewed a small decorative spiral from her fireplace and replaced it with his own. This same process was repeated in several locations throughout her home—the kitchen, the bedroom, the closet. He avoided the bathroom; that wasn't what he was after.

When he was finished, Hannibal gently lifted her limp body and placed her on the couch. His hand hovered over the hem of her robe for a moment, contemplating undressing her for the sake of appearances. But he paused, deciding against it—he didn’t know where she usually kept it, and any misstep would stand out.

After one final glance to ensure everything was in place, he grabbed the bottle of wine she had shared with him and quietly left the house.

-=-

Before the knock came, she knew someone was approaching. The soft but sure footsteps told her it was a girl.

“Come in,” she called out.

The door opened, and a familiar voice greeted her. “Hello, Professor Y/L/N,” Marissa said with a light laugh.

“Marissa,” she responded with a smile. “Welcome.”

“How did you know it was me?” Marissa asked, curiosity lacing her voice.

“A sweet voice like yours is hard to forget,” Y/N replied, a small grin playing on her lips.

Marissa giggled. “I heard you offer internships to high school students.”

“I do, on occasion. Are you hoping to recommend someone? A sibling perhaps?” Y/N asked.

“Not a sibling, no. It’s my friend, Abigail Hobbs. She’s been dreaming of coming to Johns Hopkins and studying with you specifically. She’s really passionate about philosophy.”

Y/N paused for a moment, considering. “If I start accepting internships from every friend of my students, you know the applications will be endless. Is Abigail worth the risk of making an exception?”

“She is, I promise. She’s incredibly smart, and philosophy fascinates her more than anyone I know,” Marissa replied earnestly. “Please… Her father isn’t exactly supportive of her going to college, so this would mean a lot.”

Y/N nodded slowly, sensing the weight of Marissa’s words. “I’ll see what I can do. No promises, but I’ll look into it.”

-=-

Visiting Abigail had been an impulse, driven by an instinct that something was amiss.

As it turned out, Abigail had the same hair and eye color as the other girls who had been murdered.

As it turned out, Abigail’s father was a hunter—an occupation that likely influenced her interest in the cycle of life and death, and thus her love of philosophy.

And as it turned out, their home was isolated, nestled in the woods, far from prying eyes.

Y/N stood before the Hobbs' house, her cane tapping lightly on the ground. A woman’s voice answered her knock, presumably Abigail’s mother, and Y/N was welcomed inside. The scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air, though beneath it lingered a faint, metallic tang that made Y/N’s senses sharpen.

“Hello,” a soft voice greeted her. It was Abigail.

“Hello, you must be Abigail,” Y/N replied, extending her hand in the direction of the voice.

“Yes,” Abigail said, shaking her hand lightly. “It’s so amazing to meet you in person. You’re the reason I became interested in philosophy.”

Y/N smiled warmly. “I’m honored to hear that.”

Abigail guided Y/N to the couch, and they began talking. Abigail was enthusiastic, her answers thoughtful. Y/N found herself impressed—if it weren’t for the looming suspicion that Abigail or her father might be involved in the recent killings, she would have loved to welcome her into the internship program.

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing in the kitchen. Y/N’s ears perked up, but she ignored it, trying to maintain focus on Abigail. But then, she heard footsteps and strained voices.

“I think you need to wrap it up and leave,” a gruff male voice said suddenly, closer now.

Y/N turned her head towards the voice. “Is there a problem?” she asked calmly.

“Dad, please,” Abigail pleaded. “You promised not to interfere.”

Y/N kept her expression neutral. She recognized the danger instantly. “It’s alright, Abigail. We can continue this another time. Perhaps you can come to campus and I’ll show you around.”

Before Abigail could respond, her father’s voice grew more agitated. “No! There’s no next time. You need to leave now.”

Y/N straightened, her senses fully alert. “May I ask why, Mr. Hobbs?”

“Honey, let them be,” Mrs. Hobbs chimed in from somewhere nearby, but her voice was cut short by a sickening swish, followed by Abigail’s scream.

Y/N reacted instantly, pulling Abigail behind her. “Stay behind me,” she whispered, her body tensing as she sensed what had just happened—Mrs. Hobbs had fallen.

“Dad…” Abigail’s voice shook, a mixture of fear and disbelief.

“Mr. Hobbs,” Y/N said, her voice steady despite the chaos. “Put the knife down.”

“How do you know I have a knife?” he growled, his breath labored. “You can’t even see me.”

“I can sense it. Drop the knife. It’s over.”

“Over? What are you talking about?”

“The phone call earlier… wasn’t it from the FBI?” Y/N’s voice was calm, measured. “They know. There’s nothing left for you but to cooperate.”

For a moment, Hobbs was silent, then his voice softened, tinged with madness. “I did it for love… for Abigail. I killed those girls because I loved them… and I love you, Abigail.”

“Abigail, run,” Y/N whispered urgently.

The next moment, Hobbs charged toward her. She stepped back but stumbled into the couch. Her cane slipped from her grasp as she fell, her body vulnerable.

Hobbs was quick. Before Y/N could react, he had her pinned, and she felt a sharp, burning pain in her side—something had punctured her hip. Panic surged through her, but she forced herself to stay calm, kicking wildly. Her foot connected with Hobbs, eliciting a scream of pain from him. But he recovered quickly, dragging her to her feet and slamming her against the wall. Another sharp object—an antler, she realized—dug into her back, piercing her ribs.

Y/N gasped, her vision blurring. “You can’t… you won’t get away with this…”

But Hobbs ignored her, strangling her with both hands. Her breath was being crushed from her lungs. Her mind raced as darkness crept in, her body going numb.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire shattered the air. The pressure around her neck released, and she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. She was vaguely aware of voices—familiar ones.

“Y/N! Y/N!” It was Will’s voice.

“Hannibal…” she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.

“I’m here, Ms. Y/L/N,” Hannibal said, his tone calm. “Help is on the way.”

Y/N’s mind swirled with pain and confusion. She reached out, her hands wet with her own blood. She could feel the object still lodged in her hip.

“Don’t move,” Hannibal’s voice was a steady anchor. “You’ve been punctured by a deer antler. It’s serious, but help is coming. Focus on my voice.”

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body shaking uncontrollably. She tried to ground herself in Hannibal’s words, but the pain was overwhelming. She could feel herself slipping, the cold numbness creeping up her limbs.

As her consciousness faded, she mouthed one final word: “Please…”

And then everything went dark.

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alldancersaretalented · 3 months ago

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Petite Mr. Showbiz and Petite Miss Showbiz

Nathan Maas - Larkin, Annelisa Ritacca - Temecula

Kaylin Flores - Temecula

Maddie Woltman - Larkin

Junior Mr. Showbiz and Junior Miss Showbiz

Colin Fuller - New Dimensions, Emma Young - Juliana's AoD

Arcadian Broad - New Dimensions, Kelsey Sutter - Larkin

Alec Abercrombie - Larkin, Kiersten Benzing - Robin Dawn APA

Teen Mr. Showbiz and Teen Miss Showbiz

Dare Kujava - Larkin, Brittney Brewer - Temecula

Justin Duke - Temecula, Jenny Kelly - New Dimensions

Lee Gumbs - Fokus PAS, Deidre Rogan - Robin Dawn APA

Senior Mr. Showbiz and Senior Miss. Showbiz

Evan Kasprzak - Juliana's AoD, Nicole Fishman, Fokus PAS

Trumpie Card - Larkin, Rachael Hopkins - Rolann's SotD

Josh Green - Larkin, Christen Snyder - Juliana's AoD

Palm Springs

Petite Mr. Showbiz and Petite Miss Showbiz

Celina Aranda - Dance Rage Elite

Kiana Mariano - DP

Gia Ferrero - Rocky Mountain SoD

Junior Mr. Showbiz and Junior Miss Showbiz

Nicholas Stich - Dance Connection PA, Kartlyn Kazanjian - DP

Brandon Beltran - DP, Kristen Fukuto - WCSA

Nicola Aranda - Dance Rage Elite, Jasmine Mason - DP

Teen Mr. Showbiz and Teen Miss Showbiz

Galen Higgins - Dance Shoppe, Paula Van Oppen, DP

Robert Vail - Dance Connection PA, Ashley Gonzales - DP

Nathan Trasoras - DP, Julianne Jouglard - WCCSA

Senior Mr. Showbiz and Senior Miss. Showbiz

Cooper Zamorano - WCSA, Brittney Baker - WCSA

Justin Boulet - Rocky Mountain SoD, Jessica Gillan - Rocky Mountain SoD

Marshea Kidd - DP, Francine Espiritu - DP

Dallas

Petite Mr. Showbiz and Petite Miss Showbiz

Kennedy Huff - Plano's Dane Expression

Kassidy Buth - Unity Dance Co

Sloan Marak - Ms. Karen's Dance Studio

Junior Mr. Showbiz and Junior Miss Showbiz

Sierra Tuthill - Dallas Power House of Dance

Kate Alberger - Plano's Dance Expression

Courtne' Lee - Chorus Line DC

Teen Mr. Showbiz and Teen Miss Showbiz

Caleb Eklofe - Starstruck PAC, Meredith Jones - Dallas Power House of Dance

Nick Rusin - Stage Door PA, Marissa Vandanacker - Stage Door PA

Anthony Gabriel - Stage Door PA, Taylor McKie - Dancin' Feet

Senior Mr. Showbiz and Senior Miss. Showbiz

Grant Johnson - Stage Door PA, Laurin Hogan - Storm!

Jonathan Maize - Dancer's Studio Etc., Ariel Swinney - Starstruck PAC

Lacee Franks - Stage Door PA

#dance #dance precisions #larkin dance studio #starstruck pac

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emilythezeldafan · 1 year ago

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Mel's muse list [copy-pasted from Quotev]

A/N: I'll add OC journals whenever I finish them

OCs

Evelyn Hart (DC) (Evelyn Hart Muse Journal 2.0)

Erica Nygma (DC)

Justice Myth (Marvel) (Justice Myth Muse Journal V2)

Scarlett Myth (Marvel) (Scarlett Myth Muse Journal 2.0)

Persephone Odinsdottir (Marvel) (Persephone Odinsdottir Muse Journal 2.0)

Cassandra Jones (Marvel)

Helena Stark (Marvel)

Irena Banner (Marvel)

Alora Eirsdottir (Marvel)

Skye Taylor (In Sound Mind)

Emily Winters (WKM) (Youtuber Emily Muse Journal (Youtube))

Lizzie Barnum (WKM)

Violet Hope (WKM) (Violet Hope Muse Journal 2.0)

Marcia Krolik (WKM)

Emma Cipher (Gravity Falls) (Emma Cipher Muse Journal 2.0)

Amerie Rowe (Doctor Who)

Adriana Rowe (Doctor Who)

Rose Aguillard (Multi) (Rose Aguillard Muse Journal 2.0)

Samantha Gordon (DC)

Katrina Lancaster (DC)

Johanna Crane (DC)

Amara "Amy" Cobblepot (DC)

Maddie Amherst (FNAF) (Maddie Amherst Muse Journal 2.0)

Victoria Reynolds (FNAF)

Laura Reynolds [FNAF]

Lilac Strange (DC/Egos) (Lilac Strange Muse Journal 2.0)

Lyra Krolik (DC/Multiple)

Annabelle Underwood (Once Upon A Time)

Leilah Rattigan [Generation Loss]

Maria Shuster [Generation Loss]

Andrew Shuster [Generation Loss]

Alexandra Williams [Generation Loss]

Mariana Dragmire (The Legend Of Zelda)

Marissa Harkinian (The Legend Of Zelda)

Isabella Dreemurr (Undertale)

Chloe Moore (X-Men) (Chloe Moore Muse Journal 2.0)

Petra Rose (X-Men)

Aria Harper (SCP Foundation)

Lucy Macnamara (Starkid)

Thea Carvour (Starkid)

Winter Cross (Starkid)

Hazel Avery (Marble Hornets)

Bella The Ballerina [Hello Puppets/Hello Puppets: Midnight Show]

Ashley Anderson [Hello Puppets/Hello Puppets: Midnight Show]

Olivia Gubberson [Hello Puppets/Hello Puppets: Midnight Show]

Natalie Bates [Psycho Franchise/Slasher Fandom]

Melissa Myers [Halloween Franchise/Slasher Fandom]

Samara Macher [Scream Franchise/Slasher Fandom]

Charles Hopkins/Woormy Charles/Mr. Hopps (Multi)

Glitch/Rosa Hatcher/Juanita Garcia (None/Multi)

Marvel/MCU

Agatha Harkness

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Starkid/Tin Can Bros

Wilbur Cross/Uncle Wiley

Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin

Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn

The Legend Of Zelda

BOTW Princess Zelda

Astor

Doctor Who

Jack Harkness

Amy Pond

Clara Oswald

Jacksepticeye, Markiplier & Natewantstobattle Egos

Antisepticeye

Actor Mark

Canon Actor Mark

Natemare

Guard Mark

Creepypasta/Slenderverse

Tim Wright/Masky

Nikolai Krolik (his Glitchverse name)/HABIT

Tim Burton (does his movie fanbase have a name?)

Beetlejuice (from Beetlejuice the Musical)

Friday Night Funkin'

Jackson Prince (his Glitchverse name)/Senpai

IMSCARED a pixelated nightmare

Gavin Johnson (his Glitchverse name)/White Face

Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion

Jamie/Monster 1

Spooky

Woormy Charles

Mr. Hopps Playhouse

Mr. Hopps

Mr. Stripes

Ms. Bo

Hello Puppets/Hello Puppets: Midnight Show

(Human) Riley Ruckus

(Human) Nicholas "Nick" Nack

Mary

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itsbooktimepeople · 2 years ago

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This is a blog about books. I mostly read YA, poetry, and classic literature, then post my thoughts about it. I'll do reviews, recommendations, and generally post anything reading related.

My goal this year is to read 100 books, and I'll be listing (and hopefully reviewing a couple of them) here.

Salt by Nayyirah Waheed (★★★☆☆)

The Iliad by Homer (★★★☆☆)

House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland (★★★★☆)

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov (★★★☆☆)

The Siren by Kiera Cass (★★☆☆☆)

City of Saints and Thieves by Natalie C. Anderson (★★★☆☆)

The 57 Bus by Dashka Slater (★★★☆☆)

These Violent Delights by Chloe Gong (★★☆☆☆)

Apple: Skin to the Core by Eric Gansworth (★★★☆☆)

Sadie by Courtney Summers (★★★★☆)

Gilded by Marissa Meyer (★★☆☆☆)

Forest of a Thousand Lanterns by Julie C. Dao (★★★★☆)

Daughter of the Pirate King by Tricia Levenseller (★☆☆☆☆)

All Systems Red by Martha Wells (★★★★☆)

Dragon Hoops by Gene Luen Yang (★★★☆☆)

Mistborn: The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson (★★★★★)

Mistborn: The Well of Ascension by Brandon Sanderson (★★★★☆)

Mistborn: The Hero of Ages by Brandon Sanderson (★★★★☆)

World War Z by Max Brooks (★★★☆☆)

Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens (★★★☆☆)

The Field Guide to the North American Teenager by Ben Philippe (★★★★☆)

Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli (★★★☆☆)

Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan (★★★☆☆)

Girls of Storm and Shadow by Natasha Ngan (★★☆☆☆)

Crank by Ellen Hopkins (★★★★☆)

Scythe by Neal Shusterman (★★★★☆)

All Systems Red by Martha Wells (reread) (★★★★☆)

Dairy Queen by Catherine Gilbert Murdock (★★★☆☆)

Girls of Fate and Fury by Natasha Ngan (★★☆☆☆)

Song of the Hummingbird by Graciela Li (★★★★☆)

That was Then, This is Now by S. E. Hinton (★★★★☆)

Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi (★★★☆☆)

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (★★★★★)

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov (★★★★☆)

Mistborn: The Alloy of Law (★☆☆☆☆)

Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor (★★★★☆)

Muse of Nightmares by Laini Taylor (★★★★★)

Furia by Yamile Saied Méndez (★★★☆☆)

Warrior Girl Unearthed by Angeline Boulley (★★★☆☆)

In the Woods by Tana French (★★★☆☆)

The Fourteenth Goldfish by Jennifer L. Holm (★★★★☆)

If I Stay by Gayle Forman (★★★★☆)

Silent Thunder by Andrea Davis Pinkney (★★★☆☆)

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (★★★★★)

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danvilleareacc · 2 years ago

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DACC Lists Fall President's & Honors Students

Danville Area Community College has released a list of its honor students for the Fall 2022 Semester. A student must carry 12 or more credit hours and a straight A (4.0) average on a 4.0 scale to be included on the President’s List. To be included on the Honors List, a student must carry 12 or more credit hours and have a B+ (3.5) grade point average on a 4.0 scale.

Danville Area Community College Fall 2022 President’s & Honors Lists

Danville Area Community College PRESIDENT’S LIST – FALL 2022

Alvin, IL

Nicholas Garmon.

Armstrong, IL

Olivia Logue.

Bismarck, IL

Allison Bostwick, Ryan Bostwick, Dianne Trimble.

Bloomington, IL

Brennon Reed.

Catlin, IL

Jaiden Baum, Holden Dunavan, Joseph Kedas, Kylee Pate, Rebecca Rogers, Monica Vasquez.

Chicago, IL

Lauren Crawley.

Chrisman, IL

Lindsey Franz.

Covington, IN

Alyssa Cheuvront, Margo Galloway, Hailynn Herzog, Briley Peyton, Alexandra VanVickle.

Danville, IL

Noah Acree, Wariya Alhassan, Gracie Arnett, Amber Atkinson, Xitlally Bonilla, Jasmine Brown, Ne'Kedra Cain, Devontay Carpenter, Rowan Clawson, Jeremiah Cooper, Isabella Courson, Brandon Cox, Mariela Cruz, Debra Cummings, Joel Cundiff, Olivia Edgington, Robin Farr, Brenda Fisher, Nicholas Fuentes, Teagyn Goodwin, Meghan Gross, Logan Hall, Marlee Harper, Jadyn Hess, Lindsey Janssen, Tamara Jimson, Josephine Kamwela, Christopher La Combe, Trenton Lewis, Layla Martinez, Kalia Mason, Ashlynn Pinnick, Ethan Rayburn, Chelsea Reeves, Kearby Robinson, Vivianna Ruffo, Veronica Sasseen, Yoo Bin Seo, Maxeen Smart, Shania Smith, Maria Sobany Bosch, Frederick Soderstrom, Elmonia Taylor, Lewis Towne, Kayce Wagle, Charlene Walsh, Grace Ward, Donald Wills, Mia Yant.

East Lynn, IL

Abigail Walder.

Evansville, IN

Matthew Bunnell.

Fithian, IL

Codey McMahon.

Georgetown, IL

Jacob Maskel, Hunter Way.

Hillsboro, IN

Lauren Highland.

Hoopeston, IL

Charis Allen, Tori Birge, Gage Hopkins, Morgan Keith, Skyler Morgan.

Mahomet, IL

Ahmad Al-Heeti.

Marine, IL

Alixandria Grenzebach.

Milford, IL

Abigail White.

Mooresville, IN

Blake Nigg.

Muncie, IL

Dominyq Gritten.

Oakwood, IL

Madison Doan, Jarron Fleming, Natalie Garrison, Raiden Jackson, Kimberly Montgomery, Tannar Pouilliard, Carlie Reitz.

Osgood, IN

Elizabeth Pavy.

Paris, IL

Drew Pinkston.

Philo, IL

Kyleigh Weller.

Potomac, IL

Destiny Fitzsimmons, Violet McCool, Mason McMasters, Seth Pollitt.

Ridge Farm, IL

Matthew Coleman.

Rossville, IL

Heidi Goble, Morgan Miller, Abigail Ryan.

Troy, IL

Caleb Durbin.

Tuscola, IL

Alexis Koester.

Westville, IL

Laney Crawford, Jack Duensing, McKenzie Meinders, Joshua Miller, Emma Myers, Zachary Troxel.

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Danville Area Community College HONORS LIST – FALL 2022

Armstrong, IL

Justin Wilken.

Bismarck, IL

Trenton Spicer.

Catlin, IL

Naomi Dolan, Emily Fier, Lillie Hannan, Macallister Hill, Autumn Lange, Grace Niedzwiecki.

Champaign, IL

Lilian Eziefule.

Charleston, IL

Ashlynn McPeak.

Columbus, OH

Brianna Hamilton.

Covington, IN

Jacob Eells, Hannah Hunter, Calvin Springer, Katie Woodrow.

Danville, IL

Nora Abdelghani, Joan Applegate, Michele Budnovich, Anna Carrion, Christine Daniel, Benjamin Dickerson, Ian Dukes, Jayla Greer, Chelsey Haga, Dalton Hagley, Diego Hightower, Aryanna Huckstadt, Lexi Hudson, Matteo Janzen, Ginaveve Jessup, William Landis, Chayton Lawrence, Lezlea Lowe, Julieanna Morse, Amanda Nelson, Candela Nevares Garcia, Aaron Olmstead, Destiny Parker, Lilliana Perez, Tah'yah Rose, Ruth Salazar, Woodley Scholz, Andrew Sentelle, Sebastian Skinner, Braeden Skoog, Jennifer Stovall, Dylan Taylor, Rylie Terrell, Kendra Tucker, Cassie Warren, Zoe Wilson, Ella Wolfe, Jacob Xiong.

Evansville, IN

Ryan Caddell, Adam Evans.

Fairmount, IL

Aaron Dean.

Findlay, IL

Dirk Bruyn.

Fithian, IL

Reed Sperry.

Georgetown, IL

Brooke Robertson, LaVonte Taylor, Madison Wilson.

Hoopeston, IL

Maria Alvarado, Vanessa Blackburn, Ashley Cadle, Marissa Garcia, Brady Woods.

Indianaola, IL

Lacee Darr.

Ingersoll, Canada

Lucus Forbes.

Kingman, IN

Lydia Van Huysen.

Liberty Township, OH

Keiara Gregory.

Mattoon, IL

Raven Morrison.

Mentone, IN

Owen Kirchenstien.

Milford, IL

Craig VanHoveln.

New Market, IN

Samuel Endicott.

Oakwood, IL

Lane Bensyl, Gaven Clouse, Koby Fletcher, Travis Goodner, Hayley Mascari, Katherine Reffett, Charles Rieches, Isaiah Ruch, William Sandusky, Brevin Wells.

Potomac, IL

Casey Grant, Leanne Rogers.

Quincy, IL

Luke Mettemeyer.

Richland, IN

Jackson Raaf.

Ridge Farm, IL

Savannah Davis, Gentry Howard.

Rossville, IL

Madalyn Goble, Hunter Howe, Sabrina Koenig.

Sheldon, IL

Julia Bushnell.