#thoe the dark world

[soxcietyy]

Swan lake

Danced Yuta x danced reader

After practicing for so long for the role of the white swan your world came crashing down once you heard "black swan" falling down your coaches lips. Things seem to always be going wrong since then but whenever Yuta appears it’s as if he was the answer to all your problems.

SIX YEARS, you’ve been practicing for the role of the white swan for six years. Your Studio was one of the few that had two different people play Odette and Odile. Obviously your studio didn’t preform swan lake every year so you’ve have to wait. The few times they have done it you have gotten minor roles. This irked you knowing how long and hard you’ve practiced for this role. Your mom has made your practice non stop for this day. You remember hearing the same sentence over and over again.

"Elegant like a swan sweetheart, if you don’t get this role this time I’ll have to give up on this dream."

You walk inside the studio to see everyone getting ready for auditions. Your hands are shaking feeling so nervous. You look to your right to see a group of girls practicing the same moves. You see as they hold hands and dance the dance of the little swans. They’re in complete synth and have a beautiful form until they stop and take a rest. You let out a groan as you think about being next. Watching everyone practice made you doubt yourself. From the corner of your eye you see Yuta looking at you.

"Are you nervous?" He asks as he sits down on the floor with you.

You unzip your bag and pull out your beat up point shoes. Nervous would be an understatement, you wanted to throw up, rip your hair, scream at the top of your lungs.

"I’m totally fine, matter a fact Iv never been so confident." You smile at him as you put your shoes on, lacing them around your legs and making sure they feel right. Yuta has been here for a few years now. He’s gotten major roles like the rat king and Romeo. He always got dark like characters due to his appearance and presence.

"Your auditioning for the Prince?" You ask curious to know what he was aiming for.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, not really made for that. I’m just going to be a back up dancer for the Prince maybe."

You smile agreeing with him. You couldn’t imagine him being Prince Siegfried.

"How about you? Let me guess…you strike me for a black swan type of girl." He says.

You finish putting your points on and stand up immediately. The black swan was the last thing you wanted. It’s like having the fact that you were good but not good enough smacked in the face. You place your bag on Yutas lap making him look up at you confused.

"Something even better" you say before leaving to the center of the room.

You feel all eyes on you as they call out your name signaling that your next. Taking one final breath you place one foot a bit behind and the other forward, your right up in the air, then the music starts to play. You began to dance like you’ve always practiced. Feeling how the music guides your body making you hit the right moves at the right time. You hear how the chattering in the back quiets down. How everyone is looking at you surprised.

You dance with elegance, with grace, with all your heart. Remembering all the lessons you’ve been taught. All the things your mother has said to you. All thoes videos of the white swans you’ve watched. The blogs you’ve read that had hundreds of tips. You made sure to make a good impression. To make the judges look at you in awe. You play in your head as if you were actually on stage. As if you were the white swan dancing infront of hundreds of people. You were going to get this role no matter what. You knew you were capable of this. You turned your body sharply and and look at the judges. They looked amazed at you. Then the music stops.

You pause and look up to see your dance teacher stand up. They all clapped and cheered you on. "I think we found out black swan." You hear him say.

You felt like a knife stabbed you in the heart. Did you mishear what he said? He said white swan, right?

"Excuse me?" You say looking around for anyone to answer you.

"Youre our black swan."

What did you do wrong? All that hard work, all those days, all that time just to get the black swan? You hear as everyone starts clapping for you once again. But it felt like nothing but mockery. Your heart beat raced, your breath was short, you started hyperventilating. You vision started going in and out.

It’s almost like he knew and ran to you. You feel as Yuta’s two big arms wrap around you. One around your your waist and the other one holding your head.

"Good job, my black swan."

As much as you knew he meant good it did the opposite. You slowly nod coming out of the trance you didn’t know you were in. You break off from the hug and took in your surroundings. Everyone was still cheering for you and congratulating you. Patting your back and telling you a few worlds of kindness. All you could do was smile as Yuta stood there watching you worried.

After a bit you tell everyone that you would be back and walk to the restroom. Locking yourself in a stall as you lay your back on a wall. You shakily hold your phone in your hand. Pulling your mom’s contact up with hesitation. Eventually having the courage to press on her number.

The phone rings twice before she answered.

"Hello?" You hear her say on the other side.

You grab your lip out of habit, pulling the dry pieces of skin off your lip even if they hurt.

"Hey mom…I-I got a leading role." You say. You pull a piece of skin from your lip causing it to bleed. The red blood seeping into your lip.

"Oh goodness honey congratulations! But why don’t you sound happy?" She asks.

"I got the black swan." You mumble.

You could hear the loud silence. You felt her disappointment far afar.

"Maybe this is where you retire" she said before hanging up. Your shoulders slump at hearing that. You’ve disappointed her once again and there was no other chance. You feel the tears fall from your face. If only you could have been better.

Walking out you run to the sink and splash your face with water. Hoping it could make you feel more refreshed and it did for a second. Before you decided do lookin the mirror, you could see red lip stick that spelled out "failure". You slowly back up not being able to believe what was written. You could have sworn you were alone.

Running out the restroom you grab your bag that was sitting outside and quickly storm out. Opening the door you are hit with fresh air but you weren’t alone. Next to the door stood another dancer smoking.

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost," she says.

You look at her trying to determine if it was her to blame.

"No. I’m fine actually, I think I’m going to go now. See you tomorrow." You started to walk but she called out to you making you stop to look at her once again.

"You know, you would’ve gotten the white swan. If you were actually good enough." She laughs. "The white swan is supposed to mirror a pure, elegant, innocent virgin. The white swan shouldn’t be given to a whore. You know what they saw? Someone trying to seduce them. That’s what the black swan is, she’s not a good guy. She’s a whore and a skank just like y-"

"Hey, why are you leaving already?" You feel someone grabbing your shoulder. You turn around quickly to see Yuta.

"Oh, im- just trying to go out and get myself something small. To celebrate such a big role I got." You say turning back around to see the girl was gone.

Turning your attention back to Yuta you see he still had the same concerned look on him. He was always such a worrisome person. Always looking out for everyone no matter if he knew you or not. He was always there for you too when you cried about not getting the role you wanted. He didn’t know that you practiced day and night for the white swan though. Maybe you could be open to this about someone. Grabbing his hand you lead him to an empty room in the studio. He didn’t ask questions but still complied.

"Yuta if I had to be honest I feel like throwing up. I don’t want to be the black swan, I wanted to be Odette. Iv practiced so hard just to not get the roll." You say hugging him. He held you as he listened to you cry. Letting you let all of your frustration out before he could say anything. When you did calm down you were laying your head on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"Getting the roll of the black swan is something so special, it’s something anyone would die for. The black swan isn’t just about being seductive. The black swan is elegant, confident, fearless, sharp and very beautiful. Every time I watch the performance my eyes land on her because she’s dances like if she knew what she wanted. She’s so damn mesmerizing that I can’t take my eyes off of her." Yuta says.

You look up at him and see how he’s talking sincerely from the heart. Maybe you misunderstood the black swan. She didn’t sound that bad to play after all.

During the week you practiced and practiced. Trying to perfect your dance as much as you could. You jumped and spinner countless times that you feet were sore. Yuta was there to help you practice making it bearable. He was what you needed to get through this. He’s the reason you were still in this play. You’ve never felt so happy dancing because it was something new to you. You weren’t dancing the same way you did when you practiced Odette for six years.

You were now a different person. A better person than what you were before and Yuta made sure you knew. As the boy who played Prince Siegfried rested, Yuta took his place. He lifted you so elegantly, so perfectly. He danced as if he was the perfect prince. As if he was actually in a spell that made him fall in love with you. You could feel how this was so different from your facing partner. The way he looked at you gave you butterflies.

This week was going by so perfectly, and tomorrow was the big day. Which reminded you, you still needed to text back your mom. You guys haven’t spoken since that day and you felt that you needed her there.

When taking your break you sit down on a bench and pull your phone out. Looking at your messages you can see that the last text you guys exchanged was her asking if you ate. It’s been a week since then, you hated how she didn’t care anymore. Either way you type on your keyboard the date and time of the dance. Saying you would be delighted if she came to support you.

Maybe she was missing you too seeing that she read the message immediately. A speech bubble soon appeared signaling that she was typing. You sit there for a minute waiting for her text you back. Then Yuta sits down next to you.

"Texting ya mom? She must be proud of you." He says as you turn your phone off.

You let out a fake laugh, "not really."

Your phone then dings with a notification. Looking down you could see she wrote something short.

Mom- So I can go see how much of a disappointment my daughter is? To see how much of my time I wasted on her? Every mother wants there daughter to be the white swan and you just had to be the opposite. You’re evil just like her. You can’t let anyone have a happy ending.

Your smile soon turned into something less pleasing.

“Ima go get us some waters, don’t move alright?" Yuta says before leaving you with your thoughts.

You might of gotten over the situation but why would your mom? It was her dream to be a white swan when she was younger. She never got the role though meaning that her dream was now yours. But now she’s realizing how much of a pathetic daughter she has.

You swing your feet on the bench waiting for him to come back. You never realized how beat up your shoes were until now. Maybe it was time to invest in new ones. Then you see another pair of ballet shoes in front of you. Looking up you see the guy who is to play the Prince. Typical blonde hair and blue eyed Prince Charming.

"Thank god we have two swans, imagine you being the same as the white swan. How horrible would the performance be. If I were you I would stop hanging around that boy." He looks towards the direction of Yuta who was having a quick chat with the dance teacher. You furrow your brows not liking what he was saying.

"You should at least be hanging around more elegant, and promising people. People that are better so you can actually learn a thing or two. Yuta is more of a dark essence. No wonder he didn’t try for the part, he knew he wouldn’t be able to achieve such a big role. Maybe you should have followed in his steps."

"You son of a bitch" you say standing up to meet eye level with him. This Prince Charming wasnt so tall after all. You could see people turning their attention towards you both. You didn’t care, is this nasty mouth of a boy supposed to be your partner?

"Hey, hey, what’s going on?" You both turn to see Yuta standing in the mix. He was always somehow there when everything was going to shit. Every time he appeared he always seemed to save you from all the toxic negativity.

"I’m not sure, she’s talking a bunch of nonsense, maybe you should help her get checked out." The blonde said.

You shake your head and grab Yuta by the arm making him follow behind you.

"Hey y/n maybe you need to take a break." Yuta says stopping you.

"I just took one, now dance with me." You say pulling him closer.

"No I mean a break for the rest of the day. You’re not okay y/n, Iv been watching you lately and sometimes you have this look in your face that I can’t ex-" you cut him off by pressing your back against his chest. Clearly not taking into account what he was saying.

Then the music starts to play once again. You feel how the music over takes your body. The adrenaline of dancing surging. At some point you close your eyes and let Yuta guide you. But when you open them it was as if you were in a different place. The room was completely pitch black except for a spot light that shunned in the middle. You squint your eyes at where the lights lit every time you were spun. After the third spin you recognize someone in the middle.

They wore the black swan costume as they sat in the middle. Their hands covering her face as she sobbed. Then the iconic instrumental music of swan lake payed. Looking down at yourself you found a white costume on you. You were on of the little swans and Yuta was now gone.

You continued to dance around and soon after more swans came out to dance. You all circled the black swan and continue to dance. All of you were in rhythm, in synth, and very coordinated. You finally felt part of something. Looking into the center you could see that the black swan had yet to move. You worried is something was wrong. Though nobody seemed to bat an eye. You followed along and ignored her too. The climax of the song had begun and the Odette had entered the stage. Instead of entering with grace she stormed right into the center. She grabbed the black swans arms and moved them to side and proceeded to smack her face. You gasped at the action and halted you dancing but one of the other swans pushed you to keep on dancing. You looked around to see if anyone had a reaction but no. Then the music stopped and the curtains closed.

All the swans began walking to the middle shouting horrible things. You couldn’t let this happen to the poor girl. You push your way in until you saw the black swan in shambles again. When your about to open your mouth you noticed that you recognized them. The black swan was you.

Your eyes fly open as you gasp sitting up right. White swans were now around you looking at you with judgmental faces. Did you switch spots with the black swan? You closed your eyes and covered your head. Curling up into a ball begging them to stop.

"We’re done practicing, I’m taking her home. Please give her some space." You hear Yuta says as he all of a sudden grabbed you. Pulling you into his warm embrace yet again. You immediately hug him tightly not wanting to let go. It seemed as if every time you thought about the black swan bad things would happen.

Yuta ended up taking you to his studio apartment. Holding you in his arms again on the couch as he says sweet little nothings into your ear. You didn’t feel okay, you didn’t feel real, you didn’t feel there. You felt so numb that you didn’t even want to eat. You were so scared of thinking of the dark swan. You just wanted to enjoy his presence in silence.

He held for what seemed forever. Offering you food, water, a blanket, anything and you would simplify shake your head.

"What’s wrong my little black swan?" He says.

"Stop!"you yell, finally breaking the peace and quite. He looked at you taken aback. "Don’t call me that, I can’t play her Yuta." You cry. "I’m such a waste of talent, you say that the swan is so many good things that I’m not. I’m not confident, I’m not beautiful, I’m not anything." You run your hands through your hair. "I’m going to end up being a failure and everyone’s going to hate me."

"So you went from not wanting to be the black swan to thinking you’re not enough. You’re so silly sometimes." He says smiling at you as he grabs your hands. He held them as you looked at him shakily. "I told you already, you’re so fucking perfect for the role. You’re my black swan and I’m your Prince from the scary dark forest. You need to stop being afraid of her and embrace her y/n. I know you can do it, I believe in you." He leans into you and stops a few centimeters from your lips. "If you make me proud I’ll give you a kiss."

The following day you stood behinds the curtain extremely nervous. You picked on your lip as they touched up your makeup last minute. Yuta stood across from you smiling sweetly. He was going to be supporting you from all the way in the back. Then the music started and it was show time.

You ran on stage quickly as everyone else followed. You danced like you have practice so many times. Your teammates smiling at you indicating you were doing great. You were doing so well the whole performance but the one that made you the most nervous was the pas de deux. Prepping yourself in the back you jump up and down trying to get rid of your jitters. Yuta looked at you hop up and down but didn’t say anything, It was for the best.

Then you ran on stage. The lights dimmed and all focus was on you, Siegfried, and Rotbarth. You danced and used Siegfried, not as your dance partner but a prop. The black swan didn’t need a man she was capable of herself. She was confident, she was elegant, she was everything but better. You danced and danced till the end. When you walked off stage you threw yourself over Yuta.

"Did I make you proud?" You ask him.

"You blew me away," he said before kissing you.

(I don’t know anything about ballet) .-.

[supercriminalbean]

Fight Club. Part three.

Aaron Hotchner x Male!reader.

Summary: The team tries thier hardest to find you, while Aaron thinks back to the way things use to be between you and him.

Warning: Dark fic. Blood, fighting, death, abuse, kidnapping, swearing, drugs, unsub violence, angst, murder, criminal minds unsub violenceness. This whole fic series is just dark and strange the ask it self is amazing and may help you know if this is something you can handle. (Any other warnings let me know xx)

Words: 4.6k

A/n: This went in a different direction as I thought this chapter would. Somehow this is becoming longer than I first thought it would. Another part will be released next week thank you all for your love xx

Part one. Part two. Part four.

Tagging thoes that seem interesed or asked: @xweirdo101x @alecmores @yn-addams @winter-world @xdark-acadamiax @rexspersonalhell @hunterispunk @sammy-4103 @222244445555 @spiritzofthedead @sweetnothingsvulnerability

The day goes by fast for the Bau, the day doesn’t have enough hours before the sun is setting again. They checked out a place today hoping you would be there but instead they found nothing, not even a sign that anyone used to be there. Garcia also isn’t getting anywhere tracking their Ip address, and they haven’t gone live since this morning. Currently the team is sitting around the table eating or more like picking at their dinner as they throw out more ideas. 

“We got his face on camera, Garcia has it circulating through all facial recognitional searches” Morgan adds, sighs as he stabs his noodles. 

“She won’t find anything, he’s been doing this for years there will be no recognition of him for the past twenty years” Rossi huffs quietly staring at the photo of the unsub on the board. 

“Maybe not, but she can put him through her system and make him appear younger then maybe she will get a hit” JJ suggests staring at the wall, her body feeling numb.

“Good idea, when she lands get her straight onto that” Hotch instructs looking over at Morgan.

“Will do” Morgan nods at him.

“When does she land?” Emily asks, glancing over at Morgan who automatically checks his watch.

“In twenty minutes, I should get going. I promise her I’ll be waiting by the gate when she lands” He smiles weakly standing up. No one argues, everyone knows those two come in a package. 

“Hey can I come for a ride, I could use the fresh air” JJ looks up at him, feeling exhausted.

“Sure blondie lets go” Morgan smiles a little as they walk out.

~~~

The night goes by with Reid, Rossi and Hotch narrowing down their comfort zone, while Garica and Morgan go through making the unsub appear younger and running him through everything. JJ and Emily, run through their notes of the interview of some of the victims families they talked to today, coming to some conclusions that they wish they never had to. Once it gets too late and the room is filled with nothing but yawns, Hotch finally sends them home, his heart racing at the thought you have been gone for 36 hours. Everyone leaves silently hating the idea of going back to the hotel while you're missing. Once Aaron is alone in his hotel room he sits at the small desk in the corner of the room, pulling out his notebook and a file as he gets back to work, doing his best to distract his mind from the hopelessness look in your eye. You don’t think they are coming for you, no, you don’t think he is coming for you. He is, and he won’t rest until he has you back where you belong. His mind runs back to the night, the night he regrets letting you go. The night he confessed to you, that he enjoyed having you in his life more than a boss should. That he doesn’t normally allow an agent to get this close to him or his kid, and he definitely doesn’t allow his agents to cuddle up to him on his couch watching movies, or kiss him that one night. He also doesn’t allow an agent to push him on cases like you do, he doesn’t allow an agent to bring a case to him like this and get away with using his FBI statutes to get information he’s not entitled to. He doesn’t allow it, so how the hell did he allow himself to let you worm yourself into his heart, and why the hell did he let you leave that night. Aaron doesn’t realise there are tears sliding down his face, hitting his notes until there's a sharp knock on the door. Quickly he pulls himself together, wiping his face as he takes a deep breath steadying his heartbeat as he looks through the peephole. Of course it's Dave he groans to himself, wondering if he could just go to bed and pretend he’s asleep to make him go away.

“Open up Aaron I know you're there” Dave smirks, staring at the door with a knowing look. Ever so slowly Aaron opens the door, his face hard, showing no emotion.

“What's up Dave?” Aaron sighs lightly, acting tired blocking the doorway.

“Don’t what's up me” Dave rolls his eyes as he pushes past him, walking straight in.

“Oh sure come on in” Aaron says sarcastically as he closes the door, he somehow allows his guard down around Dave. Dave moves to the middle of the room then turns around, staring at Aaron, his body stiffens under Dave gaze, crosses his arms in defence. 

“What do you want Dave?” 

“You want to tell me what's going on with you?” Dave stares at him, his eyes staring a hole into his soul. 

“What do you mean, my agent is missing? I'm sorry if I’m a little on edge” Aaron snaps at him, the tears threatening to come back.

“Today you keep referring to him as your agent, you keep refusing to say his name” Dave sighs, noticing the tension threatening to break on Aaron's face.

“Dave” His name is barely above a whisper, it's a warning. “Get out”

“Not until you open up and tell me what's happened between you two” Dave pushes, taking a step forward as he spots a tear escaping down Aaron cheek as he looks away.

“Aaron its me, talk to me”

“I can’t lose him Dave, not after Haley” His voice breaks as he speaks, sitting down on the bed.

~~~

“I invited him to a soccer game of Jack one day” Aaron breaks the silence, his eyes focused on the wall opposite him. Dave is sitting at the desk, watching him quietly, he wishes he could hear this under better circumstances.

“I didn’t think he would come, you know how closed off he is. He had a rough case and I wanted to make sure he was okay during the weekend” Hotch takes a deep breath as he thinks back. 

You didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, but you promised Hotch you would go to his son's soccer game with him. Apparently because you have been on the team for over a year and a half now and you still haven’t met his son yet which is a call for concern, apparently. Slowly you dragged yourself out of bed and got ready for the day, driving to the soccer field and stopping for some coffee and um a hot chocolate, because kids like hot chocolate right? You double asked yourself as you drove to the field, earlier than Hotch had told you the game was but he said he would be there early for warm up seeing as he is the couch. You pull up into the car parks, noticing a spare park beside a familiar car so you quickly park before getting out, and making your way through the field finding your boss setting down a bag and some bottles and a kid who seems to be a mini version of him holding a ball laughing beside him. 

“Morning” You call out to them, your eyes focused on Hotch as he turns around with a smile growing on his face.

“You're earlier” He points out, walking over to you.

“I know” You smirk softly. “But I brought coffee, and a hot chocolate for the little child” 

“Thanks,” Hotch smiles. “Jack, this is (Y/n) my coworker”

“Hi,” Jack mumbles, looking down.

“Hey kid” You smile awkwardly, before picking up the coffee and offering it to Hotch.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to” He smiles warmly as he reaches for it, his smile fades as you jump slightly at his movements. 

“Oh it's no problem” You focus your smile to stay put. “Sorry” You quickly apologise, gulping quickly as you turn to Jack as you hand him his drink. “This is for you Jack”

“Woah, it's huge!” Jack exclaims, taking it. “Dad only ever gets me the small one, thank you”

You can’t help but laugh softly. “It's because I’m better than him” You tease.

“That's because I have to deal with the sugar rush later,” Aaron groans, smirking at you.

“They get sugar rush?” You look at him confused, your eyebrows pinching together looking cute according to Aaron.

“They do, you don’t know anything about kids do you” Aaron teases you, laughing as he sees his son struggle to hold the cup without dropping it.

“Oh nothing, I don’t like kids” You shrug, as you watch Jack not realising Aaron is currently staring at you with his eyes full of hope.

After the soccer game, you three went out for ice cream, the day was full of laughter and joy as you got to know the Hotchner boys. The next few weekends the same thing happened, you went to the game, then an afternoon activity with the two sweetest boys. About six months pass by, when an incident with Jack processes to push you and Aaron closer. 

You are currently watching Jack's first game of summer soccer, cheering for him from the side lines, a huge smile takes over your face as you watch him. The pride grows in your chest as he scores another goal, glancing over at Aaron by the side lines, the proud dad looks on his face as he claps loudly with the clipboard. The game is close, the team only needs one more goal and the game is theirs. The game goes by quickly with both teams playing well for kids, your heart is pounding when you see Jack got the ball lined up for the goal and the referee is about to call the game, but then he kicks and he gets in just as the game comes to an end. The team all screams and cheers with excitement, running towards their parents to celebrate, except Jack. He’s sprinting towards screaming that he’s won, before he’s jumping at you, wrapping his arms around you. You freeze, your smile falters as he touches you, but then you look down at the small boy in your arms and you smile before wrapping your arms around him, the tension in your chest breaking apart.

“You did amazing kiddo” You smile widely as you hear heavy footsteps approaches, pulling away from Jack as you glance up to meet his father's gaze, a worried look on his face quickly fades to a relieved, happy look.

“They played great” You smile at him, but your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as Jack pulls away, causing Aaron to worry internally.

“They did, you did so great buddy” Aaron looks down at his son, with loving eyes as he ruffles his hair. 

Later that night, you three have had a movie night and now Jack is asleep in his bed as you and Aaron watch a less kid friendly movie, while chatting away. 

“I’m sorry if Jack made you uncomfortable earlier” Aaron glances at you as the conversation from before dies away, your eyes stay glued on the tv.

“Um when?” You gulp, you know what he’s talking about, but you don’t want to talk about it.

“When he hugged you (Y/n), I know you don’t like physical touch”

“It's fine, It happened and it didn’t suck” You shrug, ignoring the way your body tenses up.

“(Y/n), If you want me to tell him not to do it again I will” Aaron speaks softly, watching the upset and agitated look flash over your face as you glance at him.

“Don’t do that, I don’t mind hugging him. What, am I not allowed to hug people just because I’ve never hugged someone before!” You snap at him, anger and sadness welling up inside you.

“No, I didn’t mean that” Aaron smiles sadly at you, before reaching for your hand that lays on the couch in between you both. Your freeze, your eyes focusing on his hand closely but you don’t pull away. He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, taking a deep you slide your thumb over his, a small smile pulling at your lips.

“You said you haven’t had a hug before?” Aaron keeps his voice light as he speaks, holding your hand softly as he looks up at you. 

“Not since I was young” You talk quietly, looking into his eyes as you speak. “I know I’m not normal Aaron but I’m trying I promise” Your voice almost sounds like you're begging when you speak, your voice wobbles as your eyes water just a little.

“I know you are, I see you and you are doing a great job” Aaron reassures you. Holding back the automatic urge to pull you into a hug and tell you that nothing can hurt you anymore and that you're doing a great job and just how far you have come. But he can’t do that, because you're not ready for the praise nor ready for the way he wants to hold you and even if you are he would break the thin line of professionalism he is trying to keep between you two.

“I am?” Your face lights up a little, a smile tugging at your lips. 

“You are, do you remember when you first joined the team?” Aaron smiles as he watches you, the way your eyes slide to the wall as you think back.

“Yeah.. You kept getting mad at me”

“Mad isn’t the right word, I was concerned for you. You barely slept and never ate, you drank more caffeine than Reid and that’s saying something” Aaron jokes lightly, causing you to chuckle softly.

“Okay, but I still do that most weeks”

“Still less than you used to do, and that's an improvement” Aaron squeezes your hand softly, which makes your smile grow just a little. “You also used violence a lot more when arresting an unsub, you don’t do that so much anymore you have more control over your temper” His words sink in slowly, your heart melting as your eyes meet his, allowing his sweet words to break your walls down. 

“That one is hard, anger and violence is all I knew growing up” Your words are barely above a whisper as you admit that, squeezing his hand a little. 

“That's okay, because you are still young and you are still learning” He smiles as his thumb brushes over your hand. “Also back then you would never let me hold your hand, or even hug my son”

“Maybe it's more because you two mean something to me rather than something else” You gulp as you admit your feelings.

“Well you are welcome here whenever you like” Aaron smiles as he looks at you, his eyes filled with love as he stares into your own. He feels himself falling for you, he knows it's wrong but right now Aaron doesn’t care, because he’s never seen anyone with such beautiful eyes before.

“Can.. Can you hug me.. I want to try it” You push the words out of your throat as the nerves start to get involved. Aaron smiles softly, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you down and into his chest. You take a deep breath, half laying down in his arms, closing your eyes as you focus on his heart beat, and the warmth his arm produces. 

~~~

“You two got really close?” Dave pulls Aaron back to the present.

“Six months Dave… That night brought us even closer but six months it stayed like that” Aaron voice breaks as a tear slides down his hands shaking. “And then he pulled away, something was going on but he refused to tell me what and after one night.. That night he.. He kissed me” Aaron takes a sharp breath as that memory invades his mind the way you cupped his face as you ask him sweetly before your lips are capturing his. 

“What happened?” Dave watched him concernedly, his eyes focused on Aaron's body language. 

“He fell asleep in my arms, and the next morning he was gone, I tried to talk to him at work and he told me that he had to refocus on work, he didn’t have time for friends, I let him go Dave, I knew something was wrong but I also knew that he’s not right, he doesn't understand relationships or love, now I know why” Aaron looks up at Dave, his heart breaking. 

“This isn’t your fault Aaron” Dave reaches out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I know Dave but–” Before Aaron could finish there's an urgent knock on the door pulling the two mens attention away. As soon as the door opens Garcia and Morgan are walking in urgent looks plastered over their faces, both carrying their laptops.

“They are going live” Morgan breaks the silence, before glancing at Hotch who is quickly drying his face., jumping to his feet quickly. All four of them gather around the laptop where the loading screens disappear and your bloody face fills the screen making Aarons insides screaming.

~~~

You are left alone for hours after being tortured, they only stopped after you screamed out the name they branded you with. You pass out at one point, your body and mind begging for a break, and against the hardest you try you black out. A sharp pain flies across your face, bringing you back to the hell you're in. Blinking rapidly while your eyes adjust to the bright light shining down at you, your eyes finally adjust landing on the man in front of you.

“Ready for round two Jupiter?” He chuckles at you, his grin is one that will forever haunt your nightmares.

“Why don’t you untie me and I’ll show you just how ready I am” You glare up at him, anger and tiredness sitting in your chest. He grabs your chin pinching it hard between his thumb and pointer finger, his eyes icy cold as he stares into you.

“Oh that's the plan, we’re going old school” A sickening feeling fills your stomach as his grin grows.

“No, not again” You spit at him, fear filling you knowing that's their plan to break you.

“Bring him out” He yells out, letting your chin go as the door on the other side of the room swings open, your stomach drops. She walks in, followed by a younger boy who seems to be in his mid teens.

“He’s too young no” You shake your head vigorously, your heart pounding. He looks so strong, but you know you're stronger even in your current state you could beat him. 

“You killed people when you were younger than him” He laughs. “Hell you are our youngest killer after all”

“Shut up” You snarl at him, your eyes flickering towards the video camera.

“Just enjoy the fight, let yourself remember the joy you used to feel” He smirks as he grabs the camera and lights moving them out of the pool before he climbs out.

“Hey, aren’t you going to untie me then” You glare up at him, your eyes glace at the kid as he approaches, his eyes are dead but focused on you. To him you aren’t a person just a chore for the day, he just needs to get you over with so he can have dinner and go to sleep. 

“He will do it” He smirks at you, before the boy jumps into the pool.

“Julian, remember the rules” Ma’am calls to the boy, her eyes flickering to yours. Her’s are filled with excitement, she can’t wait to see the next show. 

“Yes Ma’am” He nods, before approaching you, untying you quickly before backing up to his corner. 

“When 

I say start you two better give everyone a good show my lovies” She sings out to you two before giggling sickly, holding the camera zooming in on you as you stand up your eyes trained on the boy. You won’t attack him, just keep him busy until he gives up.

“Three, two one, go” Her smirk darkness as the boy lunges at you.

~~~

He’s a lot stronger than you thought he was, after a few rounds of dodging and making him chase you around the pool, he’s managed to land a few strong punches on you. Eventually he gets you down, his fist colliding with your face too much for you to think straight and soon instinct takes over. Your legs wrap around his waist, flipping you both over as you manage to get a few hits on him, he stops moving as you put pressure over his throat. A soft laugh escapes you as he starts relaxing under you, his eyes soften as fear invades them as he struggles underneath you. 

“Please don’t” He coughs his words out, but they aren’t enough to stop you.

“That’s it Jupiter finish him” She cheers for you, your stomach drops as her voice sets in. Shaking your head as you eyes meet him, you quickly let his throat go as he stops struggling under you. 

“That's not my name” You growl glancing at her, before looking at the scared boy under you. “Take a deep breath kid, you're okay now” You speak softly, guilt eating at you. He nods quickly, taking deep breaths as you climb off him, holding out a hand for him, pulling him up to his feet. Sliding his arm over your shoulder as he uses you for support, you glare up at the two viewers.

“You can try as much as you like, you're not breaking me” You breathe heavily as you try to catch your breath. You are pretty sure your ribs are broken along with your nose, more blood drips down your face.

“Bullshit” He snarls out as he jumps into the pool with you, storming over.

“Can’t break me” You smirk at him just a little.

“You won that fight, and winners here only win one way” He glares murderously at you, before you have time to process anything he lunges at Julian. A sharp howl leaves the young boy's mouth, your eyes widen as he pulls away, blood dripping from the knife in his hand. 

“No!” You scream, your hand flies toward Julian side, where the stab wound is, pressing against the bleeding as you lay him down. 

“You won, deal with it” He laughs bitterly as they walk out, leaving you two alone. 

You hold the tears back as you press against the wound, looking into the young boy's frightened eyes.

“It's.. its going to be okay kid” You try to pull yourself together, as the boy stares up at you.

“It's okay” He coughs out weakly. “They can’t hurt me now” 

“That's right they can’t” You whimper, a tear sliding down as the light in his eyes start to fade. 

“My sister here, she's beside you” His words are barely above a whisper now, goosebumps make your arms tingle. 

“Go with her kiddo, be safe now” Tears slide down as his chest stops breathing and you can’t move. Eventually you pull your hands off him, and collapse onto your back sobs racking through your body. That should be you, no one is even looking for you, this is your fault.

~~~

The team sits in silence as the live ends, Garcia keyboard is the only sound that fills the room. Tears are sliding down almost everyone's face, guilt, fear and anger fills everyone. The rest of the team had come and joined the other four earlier on, everyone had to watch your fight in silence, their hearts breaking at your screaming. The way you fell to your knees trying to keep the boy alive, then it ended, and no one knows how to proceed. 

“Penelope, do you have a location?” It's Dave that breaks the silence, his eyes landing on her. Her body is shaking as she cries but she carries on typing on her laptop.

“No, but.. But I’ve got it narrowed down, and I tapped into their viewers, maybe we can’t get something off that” Her voice is shaky as she tries to push through it. 

“Baby girl” Derek gently takes her hand, worried about her shaking.

“I.. I’m sorry” She sobs, falling into Derek's chest who holds her closely, his own tears sliding down.

“Everyone take five minutes, then back to the precinct” Aaron orders, his eyes still focused on the screen, his heart falling apart. In a quick minute JJ and Reid are running out of the room, needing time to themselves. 

Everyone knew the timeline had been cut shorter, if they make you fight again, Aaron knows you will give yourself up, he can’t let you do that.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Some sad backstory for cat mutant reader!

Cat mutant reader! who like any other has a traumatizing backstory. Hey had been living on an ocean costal town born to homelessness, you know, stealing and rummaging for food and scraps of whatever the could get there hands on.

Cat mutant reader! who actually had some pretty a pretty good parent, their mom, she tried to take care of reader best they could despite the circumstances. Moslty giving reader her food whilst sleeping under blankets and boxes under bridges and in alleyways.

Cat mutant reader! who got there mutation at a very early age, any where from ages 6-10 , mostly due to the stress they were under versus when mutants usually get there mutations when they start to hit puberty.

Cat mutant reader! who had to had finally been all alone when there mom had died due to sickness, and no longer had a family. They then had to fend for themselves in a cold curel mutant hating world. There theivery gets to an all time high leading them into bad situations.

Cat mutant reader! Who gets picked up, more like forced, by some marines after raiding some of there cargo for food and supplies. The Marines not too pleased my a mutant of all things stealing from them, decide not to kill cat reader but keep them as there pet, like one of thoes old- timey Ship cat.

Cat mutant reader! who is now forced to wear a power blocking neck collar and used as labor. Cat reader who spends her days on the naval ship catching rodents and other vermin who enter the ship.

Cat mutant reader! who has after all these years nothing really has changed, there still eating out of the garbage and eating scraps from when the Marines get done with lunch. Cat reader reaching as low as they can, hoping they don't slip and fall into the ocean preying a fish will jump high enough so they can eat someting.

Cat mutant reader! who sleeps in the cold, dark, and damp parts of the ship, shoved inbetween boxes and pipes wondering if this the karma they have for being born to a crule and unruly life, they were forced to be a theif, its not their fault, yelling to the skies to what ever god will hear there pleas.

Cat mutant reader who spends months to a few years planing there escape. Who after a few years of getting constantly getting beaten and smacked around are finally came up with a good plan enought to risk it ally. Who finally just decided the best plan of all was to just open up a box or crate and just hide bolting it in form the inside before they land at the port in New York.

Cat mutant reader! who end up in some dark wherehouse and finally sneaks out once the coast is clear taking ther create with them, they decide to camp out in the alleyway outside of the arcade. Who only spends a couple of days on the streets of New York before they are succumed to exhaustion and starvation, years of wearing that neck collar and the little food they already had in there system taking a toll on the reader. Cat reader is bearly able to spend more thean a couple of hours outside of there crate, and is no longer at the same strength they once were.

Cat mutant reader! who is discovered by Jubilee and Roberto one day when they are coming home from the arcade. They see readers foot and little bits of blood poking out of the crate and think they have just found a dead body, it isn't until reader food jeks a little in there sleep, they sigh in relief that this person isn't dead. They at least have the decency to check up on this person and call and ambulance, but they see the collar on reader and realize they are a mutant just like them, and decided to call in the X-Men for back up

Cat mutant reader! who wake up in Hanks lab freaking the F out, thinking they some how woke up back up on the ship and there freedom was all a good dream. Hank who is trying to calm reader down, and contemplating weather to keep his distance or gently restrain reader so they don't rip out there IV's.

Cat mutant reader! who is currently clawing at the air and hissing at Hank. Hearing the commotion some of the other X-Men come into to check out what happening. It's Hank who infoms them that cat reader is very malnourished and in desperate need of food and a few months of medical attention and rehabilitation before they are finally better.

Cat mutant reader! who calms down a little bit at realizing there not in on the ship. The X-Men welcome reader into there home, but reader is a bit weary due to never really having one before. The first couple of weeks are weird for reader, they are quiet, too quiet. Reader has never really slept in a bed before, felt the warmth of the fire place, belly filling meals that would make a peasant cry.

Cat mutant reader! who never speaks of there past. Reader is a bit stunted due to constantly wearing that collar on there neck, there horomones are kind of out of wack, the are very small for ther age, but hit a growth spurt after getting the rehiblitation they need. Perhaps cats sleeping ing boxes isn't so bad after all.

Aaaaaaawwwww...

Reader isn't a very trusting sort, but maybe, just maybe... these other mutants aren't too bad.

Thru give food, and hugs, and let them have all the blankets they want. They even don't mind when Reader gets the zooming at 3:00am! So... for what it's worth... Reader thinks they'll give them a shot...

[tyranict]

Alright, I admit it, I'm guilty of wanting Sonic the Headghog 3 to end on an angsty cliffhanger warrenting it to be split into two parts. Why? Because Shadow's story is too complex to be put one movie, especially since it will be heavily influenced by SA2 and the STH game.

The first movie's conflict should not only be finding the Chaos emeralds but also Sonic discovering who Shadow is; discovering that he isn't just another headghog, that he's not an irredeemable villain but actually a scared child pushed into this life by the world and thoes who surround him. Sonic should have trials and errors in his discovery of Shadow, from thinking that he is a good for nothing copy of him to thinking he's someone who deserves the freedom to live just as he does. Sonic needs to discover that Shadow NEEDS saving because he begins to understand Shadow, and once he gets close enough to reach into Shadow's heart he gets blocked off by another force, Black Doom. By the end of Sonic 3 pt. 1 Sonic should desire to break down everything that stands in his way of connecting with Shadow.

Another thing Sonic 3 pt. 1 should give us is Sonic learning how being a hero is not always about saving people, but also the desire to save. For the very first time Sonic has failed in saving someone and he should have doubts because the enemy has only gotten stronger and the person he wants to save believes they don't deserve saving. He should feel the frustration of being so close, seconds away from saving Shadow, but having that opportunity ripped away from him by a newer, stronger enemy. All of these feeling wouldn't steer Sonic away, it should make him angrier, make him dead set on pulling Shadow out of the darkness and into the light of his life.

The arc of Sonic & Shadow shouldn't be as simple as Sonic's arc with Knuckles because Sonic is going against the world he protects to give Shadow, an enemy of said world, a chance at life.

[madamofthestars]

Darling your back-Dulic

❤️Dulic is often a busy man especially with his dark knight hero antics.

❤️so needless to say he was busy at times especially when at angel share.

❤️you often were at his home a lot and even though you didn’t really have to but you often help Adelinde out a lot.

❤️ Adelinde is very appreciative of your help and even thinks Dulic made a right choice in marrying you.

❤️Dulic often enjoys coming home and being in your arms.

❤️he really enjoys thoes moments more especially for he can’t wait to return home to your arms.

❤️Dulic gets things done promptly and properly but there is a part of him that’s excited to return home to you.

❤️he often buys you some of your favorite flowers from flora’s flower shop knowing your favorites by heart.

❤️often returns home with them and also bring home something sweet if he’s out of mondsat for business.

❤️he enjoys how you are genuinely very sweet and want to help which made his love for you grow at how sweet you are.

❤️he never tought he gets to experience domestic bliss but he was thankful that it happens and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[libidomechanica]

Oft have I not things; but pure eyes darke sam

And you great authors luminous!     Good is nowhere, away. They wished my great Sirs give up acres     and open, jasmine- muffled lattices, hath but thee     soon; rest, she loved China,

touches back big-time; whether bore     her height, I know what made a hundred visions for the Lock!     The aik, on Yarrow views; and wish they are parents lie falling     took their holdeth all

kisse! Soon the new light with other’s     child up mine eyes the village stagnates to be admitted     in the Box, and the moor; she had retain my breast, robert     Burns: can feelings I

though no doubtless for ever even     thou with me for there sight, of my soul. Enough fierce men     of Illusion we best it have me thou sea of speculation     the could there will

in love their God his dungeon strong     in hand; thou traced so. Found a sad and said again, in the     promised race. For the neither side watching, leaves the digits,     and something leaks from afar.

Suppose him there! Called Cavalier     sere, I hold or lose. ’ Well thro’ all the Wretches hang the     hard gain’d by the fume of those tie I seemed. Of sovereign was     well could wish you wrong. Also

the music, felt my visited     by now just lie down run the cuckoo’s part, and by their     arms adorned to eat a pearls the departures child pushed against     the Fair heads I saw

in mystick Man’s Treat, but if flame     that I am, and hark the banks that swallowing those unheard     what no night. I’d wake another side, and sow, till     liue in love;—or broken

Troops, a singly to thee for a     little waves, and dost replenish world before I set my     childhood, its life: he had climbed cherries harsh or miles, and     three captainesse, and sweet

city towering the house; but O     with all fair Armida, my one of the flying firmly     to stomble at the tangled up in thy father downy     Pillow to habit’s power?

Do not cold were the Crystalline:     sweeter; therewith his mournful Glance assist the Sleeve,     when, a moments of Lords thoe: nought of his glory like his     fears were footless of life

of misanthropy I could singer,     told the sapphire portal, and I, when Damon guessed.     My Pegasus, or What come to thee to mends to be?     That the world, not contest?

[characterworkshoppe]

:O

Not important stuff below

Just feeling lonely so I'm gonna dump whatever's on my mind

So my sister is super busy and I miss her 😢

We have a few fictional worlds we made just the two of us...and characters for thoes worlds...

We've had this as a special thing for just us since we could talk...(identical twins btw)

And recently (in the last 1-2 years) we decided to make a bookkeeper universe to look after our fictional worlds when we're too busy XD

Because why the hell not XD

And the bookkeeper universe has characters of its own!

And a few weeks ago I got us both stuff that reminded us of our bookkeeper universe (dolls, plushes, all sorts of stuff) and I just found out that I accidentally spent all the money I had on toys by accident 👉👈

Good thing I got some money today (about 300$ because SHIT would've been awful)

Anyways...now I gotta be mature and not a toddler with a credit card and cut back on the spending...

BUT I have enough to get my sister one more toy because I really wanna and I'm going to do one last farewell shopping spree to end my toy shopping every other week and save that toy for her birthday so we can have fun in the summer when we have more time together! XD

Anyways lemme tell you my characters in mine and my sister's bookkeeper universe!

I have four! (Plus three but not important atm I may or may not return to that)

Basically all kinds of fantasy creatures exist in this universe...Fae, High Fae, Fairies, Elves, Yokai, Mermaids, Mermen, ect ect!

And there are different types of each creature too like for example High Fae :

High Fae of Fauna

High Fae of Light Magic

High Fae of Dark Magic

Or just some magical concepts like :

High Fae of Fire Magic

High Fae of Healing Magic

High Fae of Electric Magic

Ect ect

Same concept applies to different fantasy races like :

Yuki Ona and Kitsune hybrid Yokai

Lamia and Dragon Yokai

Pretty much you can fuse anything you see it if you want and anyone can learn magic

And everyone has a job they're destined for in this universe...

My characters are :

Nixie (still thinking up a full name for her) she is a simple Fairy of life magic and binds the souls of each of the ocs representing me most to eachother as a way to balance eachother's happiness, luck, and unseen stuff like that...she has a girlfriend who is another character of mine! Nyfane a half mermaid half dragon character that works as a veterinarian to magical and non magical creatures! And they're both really cute together! (Got a doll that reminds me of Nyfane!)

Then I have my other characters! Nyfane's mentor Emperiven who is a High Fae of Healing magic and mostly treats people but can also treat animals...

Emperiven makes sure no one dies both in the bookkeeper universe and the other universes! ^-^

Then Emperiven's lover is a High Fae of Fauna named Lyalli! She owns the place where all these characters live! Called the Keltoron cottage castle inn! It's a castle with a a cottage esthetic! ><

Lyalli let's anyone weary from traveling stay at it like an inn! ><

Lyalli can also transform into a swan! :D

And Nixie, Nyfane, and Emperiven just kinda ended up staying!

Emperiven decided to stay because the forest is a little long and treacherous to get lost in and incase anyone needed medical attention upon arrival...he also ended up falling in love with Lyalli! <3

Nixie and Nyfane ended up falling in love with the place and Lyalli just let them stay! (On top of doing thier actual jobs they also help out by working as employees of the inn!)

The technically three other characters are Emperiven's three other brothers...but I'm not quite finished workshopping them yet...

One is named Eion though...he's the youngest and a cinnamonroll...

Anyways...that's some of what's on my mind

Geez I miss my sister...

I ended up getting her a bunch of her favorite shiny pokemon to give her in Scarlet and Violett too!

I guess other then missing my sister...

My heart can't decide what fandom I'm obsessed with rn XD

Like there's this cool Ikevamp and Piofiore crossover I wanna write...but also I started One Piece and wanna simp over my newest addition to my husband collection! ><

And Glorfindel has been siren song-ing me when I'm sad to come read fics about him...

My mind is EVERYWHERE rn

And I'm lonely

Sending hugs...anyways thanks for letting me rant 😅

[t-utopia-idea]

All life was drained out in a single tear.

I couldn't bear the weight of it all anymore. No where to go. No one to come home to. I’m not even sure how to find my sister anymore.

I whimped loud enough to hear, not enough to be heard. "I need to get out."

The pitty softened on his dark skin. There it is again. Frantically he jumped to his feet like he would when he'd solve whatever problem that once came to him. But he sat back down laying the papers onto the coffee table once again.

"You can't get out over here. We can't help you. The people you fucking with are bad news. Brother I don't think you have a choice considering your mom..."

Broken. Shattered. I fell apart trying to keep thoes parts of me together.

"She can't help me. You can't help me. No one can help me. I need to get out. I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to- I can't." My tears dissolved into the quite screams I've come to know well.

The world has killed two children that day.

"You cry like a bitch." He responded.

[nblatinotails]

Auuuuwwwghh YESSSS !! LITERALLY took the words right outta my brain

They are equal opposites, neither stronger nor weaker than the other, they are BALANCE, derived from the same energy to achieve the same overarching goal.

I think you are so so right that Super exudes excess chaos energy while Dark absorbs from the world around him indiscriminately, cause, like, if we think about their conditions for transformation and their relation to chaos energy, it makes so much sense! A Super form can only be achieved with the aid of the Emeralds to essentially 'charge' a vessel and allow the combined energy out through the user's will! that's why it's temporary, that's why they're scattered after use, because it's just an out pour of so much energy all at once. So it makes complete sense for there to be a tangible pour-over of energy into the world around a user, for flora to sprout around, or living things to feel more comfortable, or to feel the pure power permeating through the air,, the world they live in runs on and flourishes in chaos, breathes it out and in, so it's only natural for the environment to feed off of the excess that's let out in a super form.

A Dark form, however, is such a strange case study of a phenomenon. The only time we glimpse at it really is in the Sonic X show, and only under a tight set of circumstances. Specifically, the inclusion of fake chaos emeralds and their supposed negative aura. While I think they are really important in the equation, I ultimately don't think they are the secret ingredient that really initiates the form. I had to rewatch a lil for my own curiosity and a bit of a refresher, but after reviewing a clip, I think I'm right when I say that the fake emeralds are only part of the reason this form exists. Sonic immediately feels off around the fake emeralds, in a way he doesn't around the false one tails makes, this is important cause we've seen throughout different media that chaos energy has a sort of rudimentary will or consciousness and is attracted to the energy of pure souls. Anyway, he jumps up a whole level into a different part of the building and confronts Black Narcissus, it's not until he sees his friends trapped, hurt, and unconscious that we see him begin to shift in disposition and start changing. He's mad, he's scared, he states that he's never seen cosmo look so terrified, he's worried. And those feelings, that's what kicks off the change. It's essential to the understanding of this to remember that sonic is especially chaos adept, that he can sense the emeralds and call to their power just as they call to him. Chaos energy flows through everything, but only a special few learn to harness it or become intune to its intricacies. That's the key, it flows through everything, and it's attracted to heros hearts.

I think, that like most mobians, sonic has some chaos energy flowing through him, probably more that the average person due to constant exposure and use, but still has it, and that the counterfeit emeralds are still pulled towards or called by pure hearts. What I'm thinking is that In his state of worry, he calls the power that usually is innate to their world (and earth now ig), and instead receives a dose of thoes tainted emeralds. Because he never absorbed any emeralds like is usually necessary for a Super form, he's just calling from the environment around him,,, and It's different, it's not the pure chaos that runs so naturally through their atmosphere, so he just keeps calling and calling, taking in until he reaches a sort of opposite super form, quills pointed up and eyes red, just like Super, but reversed. HE MADE A SUPER FORM. BY HIMSELF. WITHOUT THE EMERALD. AND THAT. THATS WHY THEYRE EQUAL OPPOSITES. Super spills over with a pre set infinite energy, Dark has to build up too that point naturally, so it takes takes takes until it's tangible and then takes some more to replenish what it uses, cause it doesn't have that back up reserve that multiple emeralds provide.

OK so thinking back, maybe the aura of the counterfeit emeralds does play a heavier hand in this than I thought,,, but theoretically, a Dark form could probably be replicated without them....

Even in fannon, he doesn't need an outside source simply because he collects it from around, so it makes total sense for it to suck the latent energy out of the air, out of the plants around, maybe even the living things in the area.

Another great wonderful point you touched on: Dark's not evil. Not at all. that's still sonic, just as Super is, he just becomes the wielder of a very,, influential power. Super is an extension of sonics will, his heroism and morals, he still upholds the the values and intentions of the user, untethered by normal physical restraints. Dark is just thoes powers applied in desperation. You don't just start intentionally draining the life from everything around you, this is an unconscious, last resort emergency form, set entirely by the limits of the holder and initiated by extreme emotional distress. When sonic goes Dark in cannon its because he's worried, he's so so scared for the safety of his friends it's all encompassing, he does whatever he need to do to get them out. When rewatching the scene from Sonic X, he abides by the rules set by Black Narcissus; he destroys thoes robots like asked, manicly, yes, but he does what was required to ensure the safety of his friends. He could have just ripped the panel off the floor and dragged them out, he could have attacked Black Narcissus then and there, but he's not just a crazy evil character,, he's sonic on panic mode. He's angry and confused and scared. He IS selfish but that's NOT a bad thing! Hes just trying to maintain the conditions where neither forms are necessary, the status quo, kinda. It comes from a place of concern! Protectiveness! He doesn't care that he could hurt Black Narcissus, he doesn't care that he could scare comso, all he's set on is making sure the people he cares about are safe, just like normal sonic or Super, just with less.. decorum. The super forms just act upon the will of their wielder under different circumstances... these are all the same guy, but distinctly, different mentalities; different methods, different personalities, they are one but they are many.

Idk if that makes sense, like the same starting point that diverges along different paths

Again, we have very limited cannon examples of Dark, but what your puttin down seems entirely in line for what we know rn and I LOVE IT

You're so so so big brained

I'm just spitballing here. I've seen lots of different interpretations of dark sonic and I love them all and i want to share my interpretation :)

dark sonic and super sonic being equal but opposites of each other. what super sonic gives, dark sonic takes

if super sonic causes flowers to bloom where he walks, and dark sonic causes plants to wither and die, then it's because super bleeds chaos energy, shares it, while dark absorbs it and keeps it. if super is selfless, then dark is selfish. super's goal is to help, while dark's goal is to fix

dark isn't necessaries evil, he's just very. tunnel vision I guess? he has a goal and he will do whatever it takes to achieve it. so will super, but where super makes sure its achieved in a certain way, never crossing certain boundaries, dark will get it done as quickly as efficiently as possible. he has very black and white thinking. I do not like what you are doing, so I am going to stop you. if you get in my way I will go through you. if you have wronged me I will make it right and I will make sure it STAYS right.

he has sonic's strong sense of. words are so hard. he has a strong sense of what's right and wrong, what's okay and what's not, but it becomes skewed, and correcting what he perceives as wrong is prioritised over everything else. if you try to stop him he will put you down

[soxcietyy]

Temptation

Chapter 2 -> Chapter 3

Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. That’s when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesn’t mean he’s much of a saint

Mafia, murder, violence, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)

The date went rather well… yes he was acting weird time by time. For example he would look at you then towards the direction of the exit and finally to his right where a group of men sat. His eyes always seemed to be darting in thoes specific spots. He was very vague with the answers to your questions and would switch the topic to back to you immediately. You could feel the floor move as he bounced his leg up and down. Was your dad really going to let you marry this man? Not that you hated him but this was rather a great surprise to you.

"Don’t you think I should be getting to know you a bit more?" You clasp your hands together under the table. "Tell me about your family!" You say.

He looked up at you surprised as he took a sip from his drink. "They’re well, alive and well." Yuta pokes at his steak, clearly not being hungry. He had taken you to this big fancy restaurant and ordered himself the most expensive steak just so he could look at it.

"What is your field of work?" You ask as you sunk your fork into a grilled piece of fish.

Taking a sip of his wine again he chokes at the sudden question. He clears his throat and answers the question after a few minutes of contemplating. "I am a business partner."

"Oh really? What is your business about?" You perk up. Obviously you knew about the business world a bit and that topic intrigued you. Your father has taught you the little bit of things that you knew.

"I don’t think you would be quite interested in it. I don’t sell jewelry or dresses. It’s just trade, nothing your small head should worry about." He pats his front pocket and pulls out a buisness card. "I’m under the Gojo franchise."

The small card was being handed to you and you accepted it. It had the company’s name written on it in a cursive font with big dark blue letters.

"What are you trying to say? That I’m not knowledgeable enough to understand any of this? Do you know who I am? I’m the daughter of one of the best wine distributors. You’re literally drinking our company brand as we speak!" You furrow your brows.

He quirks his brow and lifts the glass up to take a good look at it. Inspecting it as if he actually knew how to evaluate such thing. You watch as he took a sip from the glass and tasted the drink. Dragging his eyes back to yours he simplify shrugged and put the glass to the side

Your father has taught you about being a lady and to never let anger get the best of you. But he just spouted the most ridiculous thing ever. Did he really think he was going to win you this way? Unbelievable man, this was the last time he was ever going to see you.

"That was really good actually, the best iv ever had." Yuta smiled at you. "Right, I’m sorry for saying that. I’m just not used to being around many women. I was secluded when I was younger and was always around buisness men. I really had no time to just be a kid. The second I was able to read and write I was forced to learn everything I know now." He looks down.

Was that even justifiable?! But at the same time your heart ached as he talked about his childhood. This poor man was forced to grow up too fast and never had the chance to be a boy. You reached out for his hand that rested on the table. He looked up at you with a small smile.

"Thank you for opening up to me, I know it was probably hard to tell me."

"Yea it’s kind of embarrassing for me to admit that I have no experience. I told father everything and he promised to find me a woman suitable for me. Someone kind, understanding, forgiving and stunning." He pressed your palm onto his cheek as he looked at you.

Your heart melted as you stared at his dark blue eyes. His soft warm soft cheeks made you want to pinch them.

"Yuta, goodness what am I going to do with you. Such a handsome man with a heart of gold. I want you to know that you can always rely on me." You say forgetting everything that happened a while ago.

"Wait does that mean you’ll give me a chance?" He looks at you surprised.

You nod at him with a blush on your face.

" I’m going to treat you so well you have no idea." He pulls your hand towards his lips and plants a kiss on it.

His eyes looking past you as his lips stayed on your skin. Until he looked to the side and let’s go. Intertwining your hands together he couldn’t help but wear a big smile on his face. You’ve never felt this way before but you felt excited. This was something new for you and him. It was going to be a such an experience.

He ended up taking you home but before he left he wanted to have another talk with your father. Probably saying that you both had agreed on dating. If things work out you guys should be getting married in a few years. You watched as the both of them enter your dads office and when the door closed your mom grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen.

You looked at her shocked as she grabbed your face and searched you up and down. She ignored your questions as she investigated to her heart’s content. When she decided you were in the clear she let out a sigh. She looked like she had been stressed all day.

"You arnt hurt are you?" She said worried

"No mom, Im perfectly fine. You don’t look okay though." You say looking at her red puffy eyes and smudged makeup.

"I told your father to find you a good man y/n! A good man but he’s so stupid." She held your arms tight. "Don’t worry I’ll get you of of this."

Your mom was usually a vey calm and collected person. She was the standard in your big family and everyone wanted to be rich and elegant as her. Seeing her act like this frightened you. If anyone saw her acting like this they would think that she was out of her mind.

"Mama you don’t have to worry about me. Yuta is such a kind gentleman. He’s not going to harm me nor is he going to kill me. I don’t think he would hurt a fly actually. You can relax and be sure that everything will be fine." You hug her tight. "You can even supervise all my dates if you want. You already know it’s going to take a few years before I actually go home with him or get married. Papa isn’t that easy to sway." You kiss her forehead.

"Your father…I don’t know what’s gotten into him. I don’t know why he would agree to let him take you on a date with a boy related to the Gojo’s."

There it was again, that last name that keeps popping up. You might have to start investigating that family to find out what this whole thing is about.

"Y/n be careful with that boy and if your scared that sometimes is going to happen just comply and find a way to escape him. That family, they’re not to be messed with. You can seriously get hu-"

"We’re leaving." You hear a voice from the kitchen entrance.

The both of you jump, startled by the voice that spoke behind you.

Leaving? You mouth confused.

Yuta grabs you by the arm and leads you to the front door. You try to stop in protest but he kept pushing you fowards as you walked.

"What do you mean she’s leaving?! F/n what the hell are you thinking?!" Your mother shouts.

Before you could heard the answer to that the door behind you was shut. All you could heard was faint yelling, crying and the loud crickets that created there sweet sounds of the night. Everything was happening so quick that it didn’t give you time to think and process.

You were in the car by the time you even had a question about this whole situation. You couldn’t even recall when he put the seatbelt on you or when started driving. This all felt like a dream.

"Who are you?" You ask.

Yuta turns to look at you, his glossy eyes shining with the moonlight. "What do you mean by that?"

"You arnt an average person are you? You’re different." You stare at him as he faces the road once again.

He didn’t answer for a long time. It almost felt like forever. You were starting to think you wernt going to get an answer.

"Yuta okkotsu, Ceo of the trading branch that belongs to the Gojo franchise. Born and raised in upper NewYork."

You frown seeing that he told you what you already knew. Then something else caught your eye. On the front pouch of his dress shirt was a pen that seemed to be pushed down. Meaning he had used it not too long ago because that wasn’t there when you met him. That means he had signed something recently. If your dad had sent you off with him and he has a pen on him that could only mean…

"Did you just buy me?" You ask.

His eyes drag back onto you. His once soft puppy eyes turned into sharp tiger eyes. "No, are you okay sweetheart? You’re asking me such odd questions tonight. I think you need rest." He says.

"No." You protest. "Why did my dad agree to let you go on a date with me? Why did he not Interagate you more? Why was he so aggressive with you in the beginning and now he’s not? Why is he always smiling when he sees you? Why am I in the car with you right now? Why am I going home with you? We’re not even married for me to be sleeping with you." When you finished you felt your body being launched forward by force.

Yuta had stomped on the breaks causing that to happen. You held your chest with you hand trying to calm down your racing heart.

"Do you always ask this many questions?"

The ride to his place was silent. Not a sound came out of the both of you. You looked out the window at the different houses and stores that you passed by.

They all looked unfamiliar because you’ve never been in this part of town. The buildings were big and the houses had such big plots of land. They where huge mansions that sat on the hills and smaller ones that where ground level.

The car came to a slow stop making you look in front of you. When you did you could see a man opening the gates letting the car go in, it was dark but that didn’t prevent you from seeing this huge white mansion that stood in front of you. It had balcony and vines hanging from the side. A handful of cars were parked on the far left side of the house under a tree. Did he own that many cars? What kind of person needed this many?

He helped you out and held your hand the entire time. Unlocking the door he took you straight upstairs quietly. Almost as if he was sneaking you inside his parents house. Looking at him from behind you started to realize thing, you could see how his dress shirt hugged his back. How his pants fit a little bit too perfectly on him. The smell of his cologne being leather scented. The jewelry he wore on his hands. A scar that wrapped around his wrist that looked like it was made not too long ago.

You stumbled on a step making him stop to make sure you were okay. He had been walking a little bit too fast making it difficult for you to keep up with. He then decided to walk a bit slower giving you more of a chance to look around. The house was huge from the looks of it. The walls where a creamy white and the floors where a dark brown wooden color. The house seemed to be very clean, everything looked perfect actually. Not a spec of dust in sight making it odd. Your mother was a clean freak but not even she could get it this clean. The walls were littered with crosses and pictures of saints. Unfortunately this place look like it had not been touched by a women. It was missing the home like feeling.

He ended up sitting you down in a chair that he had in what you assumed was his bedroom. It was twice the size of yours and it had a balcony. He had big dressers, a big bed, a sofa and a chair with a table. It seemed a bit too big for someone like him. Then again maybe that’s why you were here. His tall body moved around the room as he put things from his pocket on a dresser. He threw his coat that he had been carrying on a chair. Then turned back to you.

"I’m going to go downstairs to do something. You can stay here and do whatever females do on their free time." Yuta said as he walked to the mirror and fixed his shirt. "Your to absolutely not go downstairs okay?" He says making eye contact with you through the mirror. "No matter what you here you ignore it." You could see his intense gaze looking at you showing you how serious he was being.

You nod at him.

"Splendid, You’re not hungry are you? I think I might have something downstairs, if not I can get you anything you want." He approaches you and presses a kiss on your lips as if this was the norm. You look at him with a look he could not possibly look away from. "Your really something huh? How about when I get back we can have some fun." He leans till the both of your noses are touching. Forehead pressed against each others forehead’s. You reach for your neck and touch the cross necklace that rested there. He takes a step back and looks at you amusingly.

"Right, of course."

Walking out he closes the door behind him leaving you alone in this cold room. Your hand ran through the cold bedding sending chills through your body. The things you mom had said played over and over in your head. Maybe now was the time to find out who he was. Standing up you walk to the coat he had threw to the side.

Picking it up you slipped your hand in each pocket taking anything out. You pulled out some money, recipes, cigarettes, and a folded paper. Slowly you unfolded it afraid that he could possibly be right outside the door. The white crinkled paper contained random numbers and your name on it.

You take a seat in the hard floor and shove it in your dress. You would probably find use for it later on. Suddney something shiny caught your eye, looking down at it you spick it up. It seems to be a pin with a design in the front of it. The more you looked at it the more it reminded you of the one your dad wore. It was a cuff link, these were used a show off wealth and status. Usually the things on them had meaning. This design was one you remember seeing somewhere. Holding it up for the light you look at it more trying to catch every detail you could. Then you remember that you saw it in the card he had given you. Quickly you looked for the card you had stuffed somewhere.

Unfortunately you weren’t careful enough with it and it ended up slipping out of your fingers. You gasped as it hit the floor making a loud echo. That’s when it started to roll away from you. Quickly you ran to grab it but missed the first time. It was rolling faster and faster gaining speed. You struggled to grab it and by the time it stared to loose momentum it had went under the double doors. You bite your lip debating on whether you should go out but you would be in big trouble if he found out you grabbed it. Cuff links can range from cheap to very expensive and that’s one looked like it was worth a heavy penny.

Opening the door you look around the floor to find the dam thing heading down the stairs. Everytime the cuff link made impact on a step, a loud clink could be heard. You wince at each sound it made. Taking your heels off to make less noise you chase after it. Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs you snag it before it could run any further. You take a deep breath relieved that you finally had it back. 

"Well I haven’t seen one of you since the last one." A man said. Turning around you see a tall man with a long beard looking at you. Somehow the hair didn’t transfer to his shiny bald head. You weren’t sure who this man was so you tried making conversation really short with him so you could get back but maybe this could work out for you.

"Oh, your telling me he’s had other girls?"

"Obviously he has, you must be an idiot to believe that man hasn’t had a woman. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a child somewhere." He laughs.

Well now you knew that whole sob story was a lie.

"Right because he’s a very important guy right?"

"I think you’re underestimating him, he’s literally the reason the Gojo franchise is still running with no competition. Then again he literally m-" before he could finish his sentence a long shot rang out. You quickly duck from the sound taking cover from the shot. Who in the world could be carrying in such a nice neighborhood?! Usually you heard these type of things on the other side of town. It took you a minute before you looked back up but when you did Yuta stood infront of you.

"Didn’t I tell you to wait upstairs." Yuta squats down to get eye level with you.

Behind him you could see a crowed of men walking out a room. He must of just gotten out of a meeting but why was it at his house? He quickly snagged your attention by grabbing your face.

"You’re not answering." He says.

There was no point in lying to him. Slowly you open your hand and show him the cuff link. He looked at you surprised and took it from you.

"Where you trying to give this to me? Because you knew I had a meeting?" He says as his ears began to turn pink.

You had no idea how he came up with that conclusion but you didn’t deny it.

"Well that was really kind of you and uh darling, where are you heels?" Yuta looks down at your feet that touched the floor. You laugh awkwardly not knowing how to explain yourself. It didn’t matter much since he picked you right off your feet and carried you upstairs. Looking over his shoulder you look down to see if the man you had spoken too was still there. Instead you saw a group of people carrying something out the door.

"Y/n, let’s get some rest. You have a long day tomorrow."

[supercriminalbean]

Fight Club. Part 2

Aaron Hotchner x Male!Reader

Summary: The reader gets closer to exposing the unsubs that ruined his life, but does his team find out?

Warning: Dark fic. Torture, cutting, blood, fighting, death, abuse, kidnapping, swearing, drugs, unsub violence, bad eatting habits, bad self care, scars, angst. This whole fic is just dark and strange the ask it self is amazing and may help you know if this is something you can handle. (Any other warnings let me know xx)

Words: 6.7k

A/N: Check out part one here!!I suggest reading part one to understand this. Next part post next week also tagging thoes I think interested thanking you for the love 💜🖤💜🖤

Part one. Part three. Part four.

Tagging thoes that seem interesed or asked: @xweirdo101x @alecmores @yn-addams @winter-world @xdark-acadamiax @rexspersonalhell

If you wish to untagged let me know xx if you wish to be tagged let know 💜💜

PART TWO

You're sharing a room with Hotch, the hotel doesn’t have enough room so somehow you're sharing with the boss. While he’s having a shower, you quickly go through your files, finding the one on Ryan. Reading through it as you hide the other files once more, wishing you could also hide the guilty feelings with all the information you aren’t sharing with your team. 

“I thought you left all the files behind” Aaron sighs as he looks at you sitting up on the bed, leaning against the wall. You look up sheepishly at him, so far in your own mind you never heard the bathroom door open. 

“I did, this is Ryans” You admit, doing your best to keep your eyes off the water sliding down his neck as he dries his hair, a small knowing smirk sliding onto his lips. 

“Right of course you have that” Aaron chuckles softly before sitting down on his own bed.

“And you're not surprised?” Raising an eyebrow up at him, a smirk of your own playing on your lips. 

“It's you, I’ve learnt to not be surprised with this case” He sends you a cheeky smile before holding his hand out. “Let me read through it while you go shower”

“Is that an order bossman?” Sending him a teasing smile as you stand up, passing over the file.

“It's normally the only way you listen to me” He laughs softly, one you haven’t heard in a long time. Smiling lightly as you pass him the file before grabbing your towel and heading into the bathroom.

~~~

You manage to fall asleep for a few hours, before waking up from another nightmare. Shooting forward in bed, breathing quickly and shallow as you look around the room, reminding yourself where you are. Your eyes land on Aaron and notice just how peaceful he looks as he sleeps. Taking some deep breaths to calm yourself down you listen to his soft snores, smiling lightly at the comforting sounds. After you have calmed down you check the time, it's now four am. You have three hours before the team has to be at the precinct and two hours before Aaron wakes up. Quietly you get up, grabbing your bag as you head into the bathroom to change and pack a small bag you will need for the day before sneaking out of the room. 

Seven o’clock rolls around quickly and Hotch is waiting for the team to arrive. He was expecting you to be here when he first woke up and noticed your bed empty but you weren’t. He has an uneasy feeling in his gut but he’s hoping he’s wrong, maybe you went for a run and will be walking in with the team any minute. 

“Morning Hotch” JJ is the first to walk into the room, holding two cups of coffee, handing him one just as the rest of the team minus you walks in.

“Thanks JJ” He forces a small smile before looking through his team searching for you. “(Y/n) Isn’t with you” He sighs as he sets his cup down, the team's faces fall.

“No we thought he was with you already” Morgan responds, watching Hotch with concern, glancing at Reid as he walks past them and towards the map on the board.

“I woke up and he was gone already, I was hoping he was here but no one has seen him” Hotch informs them, keeping the disappointment and anger from his voice. He should have seen this coming.

“There's a boxing gym around the corner” Reid speaks up and just like that the tension in the room disappears. 

“Of course there is,” Rossi smirks, shaking his head, grabbing the car keys from the table.

“Morgan go get him” Hotch orders, making Morgan tenses up.

“Do you think that's a good idea?” Morgan questions, not entirely looking forward to getting a black eye. 

“Go, and make up with him” Hotch huffs before turning away from him, not catching Emily's comment about having ice on stand-by.

~~~

You lost track of time as you let your anger out on the boxing bag, your music blurring through your headphones. You had done a work out before moving onto the bag and now you don’t want to stop, finding comfort in letting yourself go. While punching away on the bag it suddenly stops moving, arms wrapping around it pulling it away from you. Glancing up at the person behind you, you slide your headphones off, taking some deep breath to try and catch your breathing. 

“Morgan, hey”

“How long have you been here?” Morgan stares at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes.

“Um I went for a run before getting here so around five ish” Shrugging your shoulders as you take the gloves off, your fingers all red and aching. 

“Jesus kid, It's seven am, you have been in here since five” Morgan sighs softly looking up at you with sympathy. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself”

“I’m not doing anything” You deny as you start wiping down the equipment and start putting it away.

“Bullshit, you might think your a mystery but your not” 

“Oh then what am I, Morgan?” You stare up at him as you come to a stop. 

“You're in pain, you clearly haven’t dealt with the trauma you have so you hide it, hoping it will go away, news flash kid it won’t” Morgan speaks firmly, but looking at you with kindness something that somehow makes you uncomfortable. You quickly look away from him as his words sink in, having to fix your mask that had slipped away, replacing it with a joking smile.

“Are you trying to get me to punch you again Derek?” Derek, you barely call him that, that's how he knows his words touched you.

“No, that hurt” He laughs deeply, smiling widely at you.

“Oh that was just a warning shot, if I really wanted to hurt you, you would have been on the ground” You laugh along with him, as you head towards the changing room as he goes to wait for you.

“Wait kid” He calls for you, waiting until you turn to him to continue. “You can keep pushing us away, but we aren’t going anyway”

Your smile falters at his words, you don’t believe him. Everyone always leaves you once it becomes too much. 

‘Thanks Morgan” You fake a smile as you walk to the changing room leaving behind a worried Derek.

~~~

Once you are freshly showered and dressed you head out, climbing into the SUV where Morgan is waiting for you. You hold your jacket in your lap, normally you would be wearing it already, but Morgan has already seen your arms before so you find trying to hide them this morning useless. 

“So how mad is Hotch that I’m late?” Flicking a small smile at Morgan as he starts driving. 

“I think he’s just relieved that you didn’t take off to investigate something by yourself,” Morgan chuckles, glancing at you, his eyes flickering down to your arms. Normally you're always wearing a jacket or blazer or just about to cover up your arms, even in summertime. He has seen your bare arms maybe four times over the past three years, and he doesn’t blame you for covering up he just wishes you didn’t feel like you had to when it comes to the team. Your arms are covered in scars, deep ones that look like they never truly healed properly, some scars are in shapes of letters and patterns. Derek may never know what you went through or who did it to you, but one day he hopes you talk to someone about it because whatever you went through you clearly haven’t healed from it. His eyes flicker down to your right upper arm where a tattoo sits. 

“You got inked?” Derek smiles vulgarly as he looks back to the road.

“Oh yeah I got it a few months ago” Shrugging as you remember just how difficult the appointment was, the tattoo artist was kind and lovely giving you plenty of breaks when her touching got to be too much. 

“What does it say?” Derek smiles a bit more as he pulls up outside the precinct, looking back at your tombstone tattoo.

“My last words: Well that didn’t work” Chuckling softly as you smirk at Derek, an amused look over his face.

“You think that's what your last words will be?”

“Oh definitely” 

~~~

The day goes by with Rossi, JJ and Emily taking the jet to Ohio, where Ryan last was and according to Garcia about four other victims that she has identified in the videos. Morgan, Hotch and Garica work together to go through the videos and look for anything in the background to help narrow down where the unsubs could be. Meanwhile you and Reid work on the geographic profile, which is going seemingly well. 

“This abandoned shed is in their comfort zone Reid” You argue once more.

“They don’t have a comfort zone yet (Y/l)” Reid groans, arguing with you again. “They keep travelling the country, they have a comfort zone in each state”

“Fine you can think this, but right here” You stab your finger aggressively against the map. “This is in one of their comfort zones we need to check it out”

“It's too small to house anything!” Reid raises his voice, which you respond with a deadly glare.

“No shit dumbass, but I don’t think they are above ground” Scoffing at him as you see the wheels in his mind spinning. 

“That might make sense”

“Of course it makes sense” You take a sharp deep breath. “Look at the videos we have, there is only artificial lighting, everything looks dark and they are clearly in a swimming pool” Your voice gets louder and a dangerous edge comes to it. Reid’s eyebrows narrow as he stares at you.

“Swimming pools can be underground, so much space and no one would hear a thing no would ever know someone or anyone is down there” You keep arguing, a dark look emerging in your eyes once more. 

“So you think that could be the entrance way?” 

“Yes!” You almost scream at him. You know it's underground, you remember sprinting up those stairs and entering a tiny little shed before leaving it forever.

“We should tell Hotch” Reid nods at you before walking out. 

~~~

You shouldn’t be doing this, you really shouldn’t be. But you don’t care because as soon as Reid is out of the room you grab the car keys and walk towards the SUV, climbing inside. Your mind is spinning as you place your hands on the steering wheel, the car remains shut off. You stare at the road ahead of you, your mind begging you to go and find the place by yourself, but you can’t betray your team like that. A sharp knock on the window makes you jump before glaring at the man on the other side. Soon the door opens and Hotch is standing on the other side looking furious. 

“I didn’t technically leave so I shouldn’t be in trouble” You reason staring back at him. 

“Were you going to?” It was an honest question, because Aaron couldn’t tell what was going through your mind.

“Unsure” Sighing, leaning your head back, resting it on the headrest.

“Come back inside, please” Aaron eyes scan over you, noticing the furstate burning inside of you. 

“I can’t, I need a break” Groaning as you look at him, your eyes pleading for some time. Without another word Hotch climbs into the car with you.

“Then drive” He gives you a vague smile, one that you return before turning the car on and driving off.

You drive in silence for a little while, enjoying the quietness. You drive for a while, heading out of town.

“So Reid showed us what you found and told us what you think but why don’t you tell me why you think they are underground?” His voice is kind as he speaks, wanting to hear your ideas.

“Well there is so much more space, and you can go undetected, no one would hear them, you could scream so loud and no one would hear you. Plus there are so many abandoned underground swimming pools and halls, somebody thought they would take off but it became an issue once some started collapsing so they closed them down” Your eyes stay focused on the road and not on the memories playing in your mind. How you first discover you were trapped underground, you and Ryan were playing around and somehow got into a locked door and found a dodgy staircase that led somewhere. It was perfect for the escape plan.

“So do you have a list?” Hotch notices the far away look you have on, the way your hands tighten on the wheel as you drive. 

“Of course I do” Smirking at him, as you open your mouth to inform him of some information you stumbled onto last month. 

“Fuck Aaron” You scream loudly slamming the breaks on but your to late. 

~~~

Morgan is the first out of the car, showing the officer in charge his badge before sprinting over to Hotch who is sitting on the back of the ambulance. Reid lets him go ahead, deciding to investigate the car crash instead. 

“Hotch what the hell happened?” Morgan asks, his eyes widening at the stitches across his boss's forehead. 

“We were ambushed, I was knocked unconscious, and when I came to (Y/n) was gone” Hotch groans, half in pain and half annoyed at himself.

“So they know we are onto them” Morgan huffs, holding his hand out to stop Hotch who is getting to his feet. “Hotch, sit back down” 

“I can’t we need to go and find him” Hotch ignores the dizziness he feels as he stumbles to his feet. He only cares about finding you. Morgan places a firm hand on Aaron's shoulder and pushes him back down. 

“No, you need to go to hospital and get properly checked out, me and Reid are on this and the others are already on their way back” Morgan informs him, watching Aaron closely. He can tell Aaron is thinking deeply trying to put things together.

“Can you tell me about the car?” Morgan asks, hoping a small task can help focus his mind again.

“It was silver, I saw it for a quick second but then It hit straight into us” Hotch groans rubbing his hand, just wishing the throbbing would stop. 

“Okay that's something, you go to the hospital and I will ring if we find something” Morgan states his eyes narrowing when Hotch goes to argue. “We have a narrow time frame Hotch, us worrying about you isn’t going to help us find him, don’t argue with me” Morgan snaps, taking some breaths doing his best to keep in control.

“Fine,” Hotch sighs, finally giving in. “But the second you know something”

“I will call, now go” Morgan demands, stepping back from the ambulance as Hotch climbs in and the doors shut.

~~~

Hours seem to drag by, Morgan and Reid are at the precinct on the phone with Garcia all three of them bouncing ideas between them, waiting for the rest of the team to get back.

“But I don’t get why they would leave Hotch behind?” Garcia ask, sighing deeply as she leans against her desk, trying not to fall into the pit of fear of anxiety surrounding her.

“He wasn’t their main target, (Y/n) has been investigating them for months” Reid replies, looking over his map.

“Or longer” Derek supplies, staring daggers at the wall. His anger coming to light, he’s scared of what is happening to you but he knows he can’t allow himself to worry so he turns it into anger once more. 

“You think he lied about when he started looking into this?” Garcia's eyes widened as she asks. 

“He knew Ryan may have been there, whos to say he hasn’t been looking into this for a long time” Derek sighs, his head popping up as the door opens, JJ and Emily walking in.

“Please tell me we have a lead?” JJ requires as she sits down next to Reid, passing the boys some coffee.

“Nothing yet” Reid smiles gratefully at her as he takes his cup.

“Where's mum and dad?” Morgan asks, looking at Emily.

“Rossi took Hotch back to the hotel to change, they should be back soon” Emily sips her own coffee before grabbing the crime scene photos of the car crash and starts looking through them.

“Where were they going?” Emily looks up at them, her heart racing. She can only guess what is happening to (Y/n) right now, and that is something she doesn’t wish to picture. 

“No idea, (Y/L) said he needed a break so Hotch went with him” Derek supplies.

“I thought he could have been heading to this abandoned shed he thought could have been important but he was going in the wrong direction” Reid answer, pointing at the map as he does so.

“So what is in the direction they were heading in?” JJ asks, looking over the map.

“As far as I can tell, nothing” Reid groans, sipping on his coffee. 

“Baby girl have you found anything on where they could be hiding yet?” Derek turns his attention to the lady on the phone.

“Not yet, but I'm searching” She answers while analysing the photos and videos on her screens.

“Alright while keep us updated Garcia” Emily holds back a groan as speaks, dread filling inside her as the door swings wide open and Hotch storms inside. 

~~~

“We might have something” Rossi announces as he follows Hotch inside. Both of them carrying a big stack of files each, some looking old and tatted. Setting them down in front of the team, Aaron keeps one firmly in his grasp.

“We found these in (Y/n) to-go bag, they go back years even before they joined the BAU” Hotch informs them, his jaw clenching shut. 

“Holy shit” Emily eyes widen as she opens one of them, the file has three different people inside them, piled with information of their last whereabouts, age, and home life.

“There's about 20 of them here” JJ gulps, flicking through it. “Why didn’t they tell us sooner”

“This is…alot” Morgan glanced up at the rage filled eyes of his boss.

“Garcia, go into (Y/L) personal file” Hotch stares at the phone, his voice growing cold as he goes to confirm his suspicions.

“Um yes sir” Garcia's voice grows softer as she types away, gaining access. “What am I looking for?”

“He has a sealed file, unseal it” Hotch orders, crossing his arms.

“But it's a sealed file” Her voice is barely audible as she stares at it, feeling frozen.

“Garcia!” Hotch snaps at her, his jaw clenching even tighter.

“Okay” Tears spring to her eyes as she hacks away, feeling guilty as she invades your privacy. The room doubles in tension as it grows silent, the only sound is Penelope tapping away. 

“Im in.. holy shit” Garcia breaks the silence, her hands falling away from the keyboard as her screen fills with more icky knowledge. 

“Penelope, what is it?” JJ asks, leaning forward, her heart skipping beats.

“I'm sending you the file now.. But it's not good” Tears slides down her cheeks as she sends them the files, scrolling past the gruesome photos of you.

Morgan grabs the laptop, screening the file on the tv for everyone to see. The team's hearts all drop as the photos of you fill the screen.

“Thats..thats (Y/n)?” Emily stares in terror at the photo of you in a hospital gown, posing for photos. You look to be about twenty in that photo, you seem to be all bones and muscles, except you are covered in cuts and bruises. There's almost not one part of your skin that's not covered in an old scar or a new one. The look of horror and numbness is pressed into your eyes, you're covered in dirt and grime, dried blood all over you. 

‘A young unname man was found on the edge of riverstone, he seems to be sensitive to light and touch. He has trouble understanding a lot of words and doesn’t seem to know how to read or write. He doesn’t understand where he is or what alot of basic things are. He is skittish and afraid, keeps yelling for someone called Victor and Ryan. The FBI has been contacted and an Agent Jason Gideon from the behavioural analysis unit is on his way. This young man has yet to tell us his name or his age.’

The File is full of more information, but nothing regarding what happened to (Y/n) or how they were found. 

“Gideon was on the case” Morgan states, swallowing thickly as what happened to you finally starts setting in.

“I'll be back” Dave declares before pulling out his phone as he leaves the room.

“Why didn’t he tell us?” Garcia's broken voice breaks through the phone, bringing everyone back to the room.

“He didn’t want us to know” Reid speaks slowly, quietly as he processes it.

“We could have helped… we are family” JJ has to take a deep breath, tears threatening to fall.

“He's never had a family before” Emily rubs her hand softly over JJ's shoulder, doing her best to keep herself together as well.

“We need to go through all his files and notes, we need to know everything he knows” Hotch finally speaks up, he knows he should comfort his team but he can’t find it in himself to do that. He knew you had it rough, but he just wishes you could have told him, you came to him for help and that's all he has ever wanted to do. No matter how bad it is.

“Do you..” Garcia has to stop herself, taking a deep breath before trying again. “He knew they video them while fighting, do you think his videos are still up?” Her question brings the team to silence again, no one wants to find them yet let alone watch and analyse them. 

~~~

“Guys” Rossi calls their attention as he walks back in, phone in hand. He settles down between Morganand Emily putting the phone on speaker before setting it down.

“Jason, are you still there?” Dave asks, bringing the team's attention quickly to the phone.

“Still here, It's been a while I wish this was under better circumstances” Gideons voice floats through the phone, bringing the team to have mixed emotions at this moment.

“So do we, but you were on (Y/n) case?” Hotch speaks up, finally taking a seat. 

“I was, I'm surprised but happy to hear he did indeed make it to become an agent. When I first met him, he was different, he was terrified of everything. He used violence as a normal way of life, someone touched him, even if it was briefly he was ready to attack. He didn’t understand what a hospital was, and he differently preferred women over men” Gideon informs them quickly, remembering how only female nurses were allowed to touch him, making him assume it was a male unsub. 

“He still hates touch” JJ sighs, just imagining how scared you must have been.

“Do you know how long he was there?” Derek taps away at the table as he asks, he doesn’t want to know but he must ask.

“He never said, but I came to the conclusion he was really young, maybe around 6, he never knew his proper age we came up with around age 20” Gideon rubs his forehead as he speaks, this is a case he could never really get over. “I worked with him for years, even after his case closed, he didn’t have anyone so we bonded. We even decided when his birth date would be, because he couldn’t even remember it.”

“He was there for about 14 years?” Dave's heart drops, god it could be longer and no one on this team knew. 

“Yes around about” Gideon conforms.

“Did he ever tell you what happened to him?” Hotch asks, checking his watch. It's been 7 hours since they took you back.

“Nothing with details, he told me they used to train so he could become strong enough to fight. He told me no one ever lasts long, he is the one that lasted the longest, him and his friend Ryan.”

“Ryan, how did they meet?” Emily's eyes shoot open. Gideon goes quiet for a little bit, before finally answering.

“Something you should know first, the unsubs running the place would give them other names and change them a lot. (Y/n) told me his old name was Juptier, and Ryan's name was Victor. (Y/n) was told to go and recruit some boys one day, someone dropped him off at a boxing gym for boys his age, he thinks he was about ten at the time. He went for a few months and got close to a boy named Ryan they became friends” Gideon stops for a breather before continuing. “A few years later Ryan went missing and It must have been the same unsubs, but here's the thing it wasn’t the first time (Y/n) was ordered to do this, but he told me this was the only time he felt guilty about it when he meet Ryan” 

The room falls silent as the team takes this information on board, the unsubs are using the boys to recruit more boys, thats fucked.

“How did he escape?” Reid asks, his throat tightening up at what (Y/n) has been through.

“Him and Ryan somehow managed to keep each other sane enough at points and planned an escape plan. They tried to get out together but Ryan got caught and (Y/n) was too scared to go back for him. (Y/n) refused to tell me much more from that.”

“We think they could be being held underground, did (Y/l) mention anything like that to you?” Hotch asks, his cheating tightening up at the thought of you being hurt.

“Nothing like that, sorry Hotch” Gideon sighs, he's glad the young boy he once knew made something of his life and joined his old team.

“Okay well thanks Jason” Dave sighs, looking around at the scared, empty, afraid looks on his team's face.

“If there's anything else I can do, let me know” Soon the line goes dead and no one speaks, soaking in the information.

~~~

“Alright, I need half of us to go back to the hotel and get some rest” Hotch declares, regaining everyone's attention. “Dave, Reid and Prentiss I want you three to go get some sleep and in the morning, Reid I want you to get a map of this town from ten to twenty years ago, see what has changed. Dave, Emily you two will go to the crash site as soon as the sun comes up” Hotch orders, small agreements and nods come from the agents as they get up and make their way out. 

“Garcia” Hotch calls out, softening his voice as he turns to the phone.

“Yes boss?” She replies, stretching her fingers ready to keep searching. 

“Go home, get some rest”

“What no, I’ll be too far away from my computers if you need me” She argues back immediately.

“You need rest, this is not a debate” Hotch holds back a huff, he knows how she goes when someone she loves is in trouble.

“But Hotch,” Garcia grumbles, going to argue.

“There's a blanket and pillow under my desk, get some sleep in my office baby girl” Morgan pipes up, knowing that's the best arrangement that can be made with his stubborn girl.

“Fine, but the second—”

“The second we need you we will ring now go to sleep” JJ cuts her off, smiling softly at the phone.

“Fine goodnight, I love you all” Penelope's stubborn voice fills the phone before she hangs up. 

“What’s the plan boss?” Morgan sips his coffee turning to Aaron.

“JJ, can you go through these files, make a list of all these names, put them in order of when they were taken and see if any of them knew each other, run them through the missing person reports” Hotch orders, turning to her. 

“Got it” She nods as she pulls out her laptop grabbing a file to start on.

“Morgan” Hotch takes a deep breath, hating what they have to do next.

“We are going to find his videos” Morgan's eyes shut briefly, mentally preparing himself.

“Yeah” Hotch agrees, grabbing the laptop, clicking onto the previous link.

~~~

Groaning softly in pain as you pull yourself into a sitting position, trying to move your hands behind your back. Your eyes flutter open when you realise they are immobile, hiss quietly as a bright light shines down at you altering you to your surroundings. You seem to be tied to a chair, a bright light and a camera facing you. You do your best to look around, but you don’t have to, you know where you are. You’re back where it all began, back in the swimming pool of death. The smell of dried old dirty blood mixed with fresh bleach fills your nose making your skin crawl, you promised yourself you would never turn back into that thing you used to be. You keep searching around the room looking for a way out, you know deep down it's useless, there's no escape. A rough ‘Ahem’ echoes through the room, redirectioning your eyes, glancing over to the only other light source in the room, right by the door. She even so slowly makes her way out of the darkness making her presence known. Beside her stood the man of your nightmares, the one you refuse to think of even with this investigation. 

“You fuckers” You hiss violently at them, they make it to the edge of the pool before stopping, looking down at you with sickening grins. 

“Oh Jupiter, you thought you could leave us?” Her sickening sweet voice fills your ears once more. Your stomach flips making you want to hurl as he chuckles beside her.

“I’m not letting you get away with this” Glaring up at them as you do your best to calm the rage stirring awake inside you. 

 “Oh darling boy, you think we would ever let you get us?” His laugh booms around the room. “You never had us, we gave you enough over the years to come back to us, so you could find your way home” His fake caring smile yanks at your heart, it's all you wanted to see as a kid. All you wanted was his approval, wanted him to be proud of your achievements and be proud to have you around. You now know it's wrong, but what's even worse is, you still crave his approval.

“This isn’t the end” You argue, fighting in your restraints. 

“Oh but it is, Jupiter” She can’t help but giggle at you, your body on fire when she calls you that again. “We won, you are never getting out of here alive”

“My team—” Glaring up at her, before he regains your attention.

“Your team already left, they don’t want anything to do with you” He looks at you pointedly, a knowing smirk in his eyes.

“Bullshit!” You scream at him. No, he has to be lying to you, they wouldn’t leave you. Would they?

“Oh honey, they did and we have proof” She smirks joyfully at you, before he jumps down into the pool with you. 

“Careful old man, might break a knee” You scoff up at him, which results in a strong slap across the face. A chuckle slips out from you, glaring up at him.  “Oh now the fun begins” 

“You sadistic bastard”

“Oh you have no idea” 

~~~

The morning comes by slowly, when Dave walks into the precinct he notices JJ curl up in a chair fast asleep and Morgan and Hotch both asleep on the couch. Sigh softly as he looks around, the team was working themself to the bone once more just trying to find any lead. Everyone knew deep down that this case wasn’t going to have a happy ending, all they can hope for is that they get you out alive. Before even if you live, you might not stay around on the team, you have already broken so many FBI rules and laws it may be impossible for you to continue working with them. But Dave also can’t help notice the effort this case is taking more of a toll on Aaron than anyone else, and he can’t help but wonder why. This isn’t the first time he has assumed there is something between them, and the last time he asked Aaron his head was nearly taken off with his defensiveness. Dave let it be, because the following week and those two didn’t speak a word to each other and a coldness loomed between them. Dave knows with you missing he would have to keep a close eye on Aaron and make sure he doesn’t go overboard. Moving slowly and quietly around the room, Rossi starts to clean up, moving all their empty glasses to the sink and putting all the files back into piles getting prepared to wake them up. But before he can, the door swings open and the three sleeping agents all shoot awake.

“Well good morning” Emily smirks at them all before making her way to JJ, handing her a coffee.

“Oh caffeine, I love you” JJ groans, taking a long sip closing her eyes. 

“Good sleep?” Reid smirks playfully at Morgan before handing him and Hotch some coffee.

“Great” Morgan grumbles before taking a sip. Hotch takes his with a small thanks before moving and sitting at the table, where Rossi joins him, getting ready to ask him something.

“What Dave?” Aaron huffs rubbing his forehead.

“You know you need—” Before Dave could continue, Hotch's phone rings.

“Its Garcia” Hotch announces before putting it on speaker. “Yeah Garcia, your on speaker”

“Sir” Her voice is full of dread, grabbing everyone's attention. 

“Garcia what is it?” His voice is sharp as he prepares for the worse.

“They just went live, I sent you the link just prepare yourself” Her voice trails off becoming wobbly. 

It's JJ that grabs the laptop, clicking on the link and casting it on the tv quickly. Everyone's face drops as they see the blood dripping from your face and the next words haunt them forever.

“So what they left me, I’m someone people leave. If my team doesn’t want to help me then they can go rot in hell” The words drip from you like venom, your heart breaking as the realisation of just how alone you truly are sinks in.

~~~

“Let's turn this into a show huh?” He kneels down behind you, his breath lingering on your neck.

“Go screw yourself” You sneer at him trying to lean out of his reach, you're too late. He wraps his hand around your neck, forcing you to stay still, aiming your face towards the camera. Next second you know the light turns red and you know its recording, your blood runs cold. You promised yourself this would never happen again, another promise you get to break.

“Say hi to the viewers darling boy” His breath lingers on your ear, before licking a stripe up your neck making you squirm and fight against him.

“Don’t!” You snap at him, fighting against the hand wrapped around your neck, making yourself choke.

“Don’t, oh don’t hurt me, oh please I’ll be good” He pouts mocking you, a cruel chuckle rumbles in his chest. He missed the way you would define him, he has been looking forward to breaking you again. “Oh I have so many plans for you” 

“Oh honey, here” She calls out to her partner, grabbing both of your attentions. She climbs into the pool, placing a small table and laptop down, the laptop has a chatroom up all ready. 

“Thank you love, leave it there and go check on the other boys and make sure Robin is ready” He licks his lips as he reads the chat messages, ideas on what he should do to you.

“You don’t want Victor?” Her charming smile makes your heart drop, Ryan you can’t fight Ryan, hell you can’t fight anyone!

“Not yet, not until we have broken him” He finally lets go of your neck, making his way to the other side of the pool grabbing something from the edge as she leaves.

“He’s still here?” Your voice breaks as you look at him, your body shaking already.

“Yes your little boyfriend is still here” His evil smirk makes you fall silent. “Don’t worry he got punished properly for helping you escape” 

“Don’t fuck touch him!” You try to stay quiet you know you should, he's trying to get under your skin and he’s winning.

“Too late little boy” He sighs before walking back over to you, kneeling down behind you, his hand in your hair yanking it backwards, sliding a knife underneath your chin. 

~~~

“Now how about we be polite and say hello to our viewers, and let's see if any of our older viewers remember you” His gruff voice brings you terror but you have had your whole life at being able to practise hiding it.

“Sup fuckers” Smirking at the camera, licking your lip teasingly. He lets go of your hair for a moment, before slapping you hard across the face, your head moves quickly slicing your neck lightly on the knife. A small amount of blood is brought to the surface, you bite your tongue to stay quite glaring at the camera with a powerful smirk. He moves the knife up to just below our eye, pressing just enough to dent the skin.

“Be polite, I taught you manners you ungrateful cunt” He growls loudly in your ear, before pulling his lips away from your body. “Tell them your name”

You don’t respond straight away, thinking over your answer. “(Y/n)” You stare daggers at the camera, bracing yourself for the pain. It comes quick, he slices the knife down your cheek, and it takes everything in you to only let out a deep breath. 

“Do not lie” His voice is full of anger, his pulse racing as he cuts into your skin again. “Tell them your name”

“(Y/n)” You push the name out through gritted teeth, shutting your eyes tightly to shut out the pain.

“Try again” He screams at you, slapping you painfully hard over the cts making you whimper.

“No” You argue, but he’s had enough. Moving the knife up to your ear, cutting it into your skin moving it slowly downwards towards your eye.

“Again!”

“(Y/n)! My name is (Y/N) (Y/L)” You scream at him, a scream full of pain, your eyes shooing open landing on the camera, begging for help. 

“Fucking barstard” He grumbles, dropping the knife. “You know I was trying to stop this, you might not understand but I love you, you are my kid, I wouldn’t hurt you like this but enough is enough” He snaps at you, pulling out some papers from his pocket. “You don’t believe me that your team would leave you but here's the proof this was taken last night, just hours after we took you back” His voice softens at the end as he shows you the photographs. Rossi, Morgan and Hotch board the jet, your heart breaks as you see it, Hotch has stitches on his head due to the crash you guess. You can feel your world around your crumble, you thought they cared about you, what a bunch of lies. How many times had Aaron held you in his arms telling you the team was grateful you were there, or the amount of times Penelope and Reid would drag you to movie nights. What about Morgan and Rossi just the other day when they both told you they would always be there for you. What fucking liars they are. You take a few deep breaths before glaring up at him, fixing your mask. 

“So what they left me, I’m someone people leave. If my team doesn’t want to help me then they can go rot in hell” The words drip from you like venom, your heart breaking as the realisation of just how alone you truly are sinks in.

[moderator-monnie]

Slammer Sonic Facts! (Opinions On Exe’s)

S0nic Bug: Owned by @rabbitstatic

Slammer see’s Bug as an allay seeing as Bug is another computer virus in control of an organic body normally they might be seen as enemies

but as long as Bug doesn't try and infect Slammers world he will do the same in return leaving Bug’s world alone 

The Two would likely meet on mistake and share tips with eachother along with sharing stories about what they’ve done to their victim's doesn't stop slammer from trying to bite Bug though but thats just how he show’s affection soft bites. 

RExe: Owned by @misscloudiedays​

Slammer likely feels bad for RExe because the fact he’s trapped away and was unable to complete his goal though despite speaking slowly promise to come back and help him break out once he’s completed his own goal 

After all it’s better to make alley’s then enemies as a virus and helping Rexe could prove useful in expanding his infection to other worlds it’s likely he’d want to work with Rexe to destroy and assimilate as many worlds as possible

It is unlikely this might ever happen due to RExe’s world and whoever is in charge of it but it is something Slammer thinks about alot.

NeedleMouse: Owned By ShutUpJoJo

Slammer likely would try and eat Needlemouse considering she is an organic EXE with a human soul it’s unlikely the two would get along since Slammer would rather assimilate her then consider her anything more then FOOD.

Lord X: Owned by John Kun

Slammer is unsure what to think about Lord X not knowing much about him besides the fact he’s created from dark matter Slammer would likely be stuck in a blue screen if he thought about lord X for too long trying to figure out if he’s a computer virus or a demon 

Honestly not sure what would happen if they met but it’s likely Slammer would either be killed or manipulated by Lord X into working for him 

Fatal Error: Owned by  JoeDoughBoi

Slammer would likely enjoy Fatal’s company after realizing their goals were similar gain power and mass they both had different ways of doing it but their goals were the same in the end 

It’s honestly likely Slammer and Fatal could work together if their paths ever crossed it’s likely they might fight over some things like how Fatal didn’t just consume thoes in sonics world and keep Sonic as a host just to torment him more

But even with their disagreements these two could be an extremely deadly duo if they ever worked together properly...

and even more so if they somehow fused into one virus after all Slammer might be an outdated virus but he was able to spread to alot of computers extremely fast before being almost deleted completely

Fatal is a newer virus and a much stronger one so it’s harder to get rid of him if the two ever fused slammers fast reach and Fatal's power could mean the end of all technology in the real world and eventually getting a physical form.

Sunky.mpeg: Owned by Chicken Permission/LooneyDude

Slammer at first might be hostile towards Sunky but if they ever met it’s likely he’d learn to like him honestly Sunky could calm Slammer down and make him alot more peaceful 

sure he could still be dangerous with enough of Sunky’s influence he’d likely just end up helping him give all sorts of video game chararters milk and cereal.

Different exe’s can effect slammer in small ways the more he’s around a certain exe the more it could effect Slammers understanding of things and help him evolve basically considering he’s such an old virus being exposed to other virus/exe’s could shape him and change his purpose.

so depending on the exe he spends more time with could mean different results, less deadly, more deadly, intelligent, dumb, after all he still needs to update himself to the current year aka 2022 so he’s got alot of work before he’s complete.

((in both lore and his actual character lol))

[voidismss]

"Not a nightmare, Astarion. A vision." He tilted his head. The cold pale visage of the vampire to be forever cursed by Casador's blood and orders. No right to feed upon mortal men. But animals and rats as a means to live. And the boy with black eyes tilted his head. His place sat upon a overhang looking down at the pale elf with curiosity. Such visible unchanging fetures.

"Fate has been cruel to you..cursed then to be added onto that. You bare a ilithid tadpole within your head." The boy frowned. His cold emotionless voice sharing hints of madness mixed with a twinge of sympathy. He knew it. What it was like to be a puppet to fate." I know the feeling.." body rising his form vanished to appear behind him. Sitting on a shard of black onyx that shifted with the endless blackness. One thought shar's domain was dark? No. It pales in comparison to his home. A forgotten god only worshiped by thoes crazy enough to have touched the void. Madness in a forever nothingness. Shar is based on forgetting? He is her forgotten brother. The little brother where she sends all memories to. Forgotten and obtained.

Trapped in that world that bore darkness greater than the domain of Shar. Like a starless night. No voices, noise. Only memories as a memory appeared before Astarion standing before Sebastion offering him his hand into a grand looking mansion within the city of Bulder's Gate. Memories hes forgotten appearing there in front of him. Farther back. His skin full of life with gorgeous blue eyes taking Casador's hand." You are in the void. My home. My prison. The place behind shar's domain. Where she sends her secrets. Her collection of memories willingly given by her worshippers. You are here because you intrest me..you make me ponder on the choices you'd make on your path to redemption..or..ascension." despite how young the boy looked he sounded far more mature than any normal child." Come.."

@voidismss asked: "You are an intriguing one.."

Hungering pains ebb itself in waves between lucrative hours of consciousness. Each painful stab reawakening with sureness of a reality stuck betwixt slabs of a granite prison. This Punishment had become his master in the unknown hours he lay awake in these stone's careful hold. How even the etchings of his own clawed scratchings seemed mocking amidst the defeaning silence of his tomb, and to his imagination, a permanent residence. Cazador's will made real and played out in his misery; never-ending.

Yet, he was caressed by something darker still - coiling and carrying what weak his limp form was. Unprovoked,unaware as soundless energies borne him. In listless sleep, did soft wind tussle and kiss the tips of a head of curled threads. Awaking a body pale against this seemingly new environment, gaping as if to swallow him whole; void of satisfaction.

Sweat pooled together and beaded down a furrowed brow now etched in a mock grimace as wincing Crimson hues studied formless objects through blurred vision. Where he lay, partial half blurs changed shape, unidentifiable yet strangly familiar somehow. Eyes closed themselves only for words of someone else to open them again. Dark as night were orbs that sat in equally sullen features studying and studying that rent and elicited a shaky breath.

"A nightmare...?", a near half whisper emitted almost in stark instinct to the now growing fear that parched lips; had there been any moisture. A trick, perhaps? A delusion manifested to staunch the desperate lonliness that dove harder than the hunger? He would've laughed at the absurdity of the panic of a this pretend conjured specter had he didn't feel like crying.

[smolsidesandco]

Can have cg sides hcs? Even th dark ones plz an thanks u

Ackkkkkk i forgot to post this but,

Yeah! I would love to share some headcannons! I already have a lot for Janus just because I have written them as a cg, so I hope these are good!

Janus:

• Janus is wonderful at helping smalls when they need to be distracted from icky thoughts.

• They have many textured baby and kid toys for the smol to choose from.

• They aren't a very strict cg but they do use the techniques of gentle parenting with the smol they're looking after.

• They're the go to side when it comes to a smol having a meltdown or tantrum. They're reassure them that what they feeling is valid and calmly talk to them about whats wrong and options they could choose to feel better or could use to get their emotions out.

• They tend to be able to find loops holes in the rules depending on specific scenarios that they would happily use to be able to sneak the smol a secret cookie or candy.

• When its time for a smol to go to bed they either team up with Roman to tell a nice bedtime story, full of voices and soft things. Or teaming up with Patton to gently rock and hum smols to bed.

• Normally they don't like having their scales touched, but if its for a smol, they tend to let that slide and let any smols use the textures to stim.

• They don't change their sarcastic sassy attitude when they're helping a smol. They don't do the whole baby talking either. They don't enjoy treating a smol like they don't know how to do anything.

• They'll keep an eye on the smol and ask them if they need help or if they would like some help. Reassuringly them that if they do, they would be happy to help and that its okay.

• If the smol their watching does something on their own, you can bet Janus is proud of them.

• "Oh my, you did all this yourself? Well you did a wonderful job on it!"

• They enjoy being a cg in the same way someone would regress to get a break from the big world.

• They can also make sure a smol is taking care of themself

Patton:

• Patton is without a doubt a very snuggly and excited cg.

• They love baking for and with their smol!

• They absolutely let whatever smolntheir watching that they can link the batter off the spoon (much to logans dismay)

• They hold the smols hands and help them mix batter or cutting out cookie shapes!

• If its a bigger smol, they'll let you crack an egg and throw it away all by yourself!

• Patton falls into baby talking a lot whenever their watching a smol.

• Baby talking, plus helping the smol with most things.

• They tend to assume that the smol will need help with most things, and its almost second nature for them to help with everything.

• Patton is pretty good at watching younger smols. Older smalls tend to be harder for them to help, since they tend to want to do a lot of things theirself, but they tries their best.

• They love taking their smol kiddo outside to play.

• Having picnics and going to the park is one of their favorite activities! And they'll pack the smols favorite picnic safe food!

• Loves trying out cute pintrest food trends. And packing the smols lunch in cute themed lunch boxes.

Logan:

• Surprisingly Logan helps Patton a lot with making food, and making it look really nice.

• Their logic states that a smol will be more inclined to eat their food, including veggies and the sorts, if it looks nice.

• Maybe a unicorn themed lunch will get a smol to eat their carrots. Or a sky themed one will get thoes mash potatoes off their plate.

• Logan has done quite a lot of research on this topic, especially if it due to helping the smol.

• For every smol they know, they plan/analyze/ and write down atleast five different lunch options and themes that would work the best based on the smols pallet and what they like.

• Of course this all also means they expect the smol to eat all their veggies and if you don't eat them you don't get dessert.

• Using the excuse of not liking the veggies seems impossible as well since each meal is catered to the person.

• They create schedules for the smol to follow, filled with times to eat, sleep, play, and even watch cartoons.

• They tend to be rather stuck on what they shedual is and won't take a straight up no when they say its bed time.

• Of course communicating and making sure there isn't any other reason or deeper meaning to the smol not wanting to do something they should is something they try to figure out first.

• They love watching documentaries with the smol!

• Especially ones about space, the ocean, or how something is made.

• They have many worksheets, learning games, and puzzles for the smol to work through with them if they would like.

Remus:

• Another carer/baby sitter that loves puzzles is our favorite wacky ratboi.

• Surprisingly, seeing a smol is almost an instantaneous flip to them.

• While they're basically the same wacky fun uncle as normal, they know how unpleasant icky phrases or words can be when a safe space like this is involved.

• Its also nice for them because their brain sort of does it automatically, so its a well wanted break from all their intrusive thoughts.

• They will actively find every way they can to break the rules with a smol.

• Whether that be skipping bedtime, eating icecream for breakfast, eating so much candy.

• In their mind 'chaos needs to be chaos, and I rather the smol chaos happen around me so I can make sure the chaos doesn't hurt anyone'

• They don't mind letting the smol put glitter or whatever in their mustache.

• They work well with older smols who can jump around and do a lot of things with supervision.

• Watching horror movies or scary ghost shows is something they're happy to watch with the smol! (As long as the smol wants)

• They'll sneak any veggies you don't want off your plate and eat them for you.

• Mixing everytype of icecream sounds like a good idea right?

• 10000 percent make 'magical potions' with you with all the shampoo and soaps.

• Pranks galore

Roman:

• When the smol isn't causing chaos or watching cartoons, Roman will make sure the smol feels like a royal.

• That includes dressing up, makeup, hair, and going on adventures!

• They love setting up little quest for the smol to go on and solve.

• Helping them defeat dragons, monsters, and all kinds of things!

• They work better with older smols but can watch a younger smol and be their princely knight to protect the baby royal!

• They like going outside and letting the smol explore with them.

• Sometimes in the woods looking for cool sticks and rocks to bring home and let Logan look over.

• Other times going on the nature trail at the park and saying its a serious quest.

• They don't activatively try to break the rules with the smol like Remus. They more so simply forget that they're are rules and things like bedtime for the smol.

• Arts and crafts are another fun thing they're good at with the smol. They have so many coloring books and craft supplies.

• Pretty much prepared for simple coloring, all the way to paper mache.

• Whenever a smol is afraid of something, they try to 'defeat it' whether its needing to spar and imaginary monster in the closet and sending them back home, or vanquishing the horrible spider by taking it away to a safe place.

• They sing songs and lullabies to help the smol calm down or sleep.

• Disney move marathons galore.

• So many spinny hugs.

Virgil

• Virgil is the best with younger smols.

• They're less likely to wander away when they're not looking.

• Easier to help them when they need help

• They don't tend to want to do things by themselves. Which is good for them because just sitting there isn't good for their nerves.

• They tend to stay close by.

• Virgil is better with younger smols because they find them easier to watch in general.

• Its also a good time to wind down and focus on someone that isn't themself.

• They always have baby wipes and bandaids on hand.

• Isn't really the one for baby talking with a smol.

• They're really good with sounds and making sure the smol isn't overwhelmed by loudness or things being too quiet.

• Lives for creepy crawlies and Halloween things with their smol.

• Binge watching Tim Burton movies while eating rice crispies.

• Let's the smol cuddle up into their arms and sleep whenever they want.

• On occasion will let the smol wear their jacket.

• Is extremely careful when it comes to food and making sure the smol doesn't get hurt.

• Whenever the smol is scared they either call Roman to come be the knight or helps them feel safe by promising their fear is valid but they're safe. Virgil knows a lot about danger and scary things so they gotta know something about the scary thing

[fricc-darn]

•BEN x sleepy reader •

This is another request :D hope yall enjoy!

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Nothings changed this past month: going out, continuing your business, and interacting with others, the usual. Yet these past two weeks have been slightly diffrent; the workload is ramping up and you've been dealing with more unpleasant situations with people. As much as you like to say 'Its not not affecting me its just life' deep down you know thats complete bs.

The stress is triggering your nightmares.

He hasn't been helpful either. Feeling a cold presance looming over you while resting isn't inherently bad. However when they do it it's as if their eyes are disecting your every move; testing you like a lab rat, waiting for a reaction to enjoy at your expense. You're just that interesting to him, frankly you don't see it but he's in own world. That being said you haven't told them anything yet, worst case scenario they show that they don't understand or care by shrugging it off, laughing, almost anything.

Thoes reactions are ones you dread the most. You feel like he's fueling these nightmares, you don't know how nor do you wish to find out what he's fully capable of but hearing that already disembodied laugh of his being purposefully warped echo throughout your head, and seeing his face distort in the darkness of your clouded dream, its enough to trigger a sensory over load. With all the the things he's shown you of course he'd be in so many of your nightmares but is there more to it?

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Today was workheavy and you came home with a slight headache. They've been noticing, they've commented on your posture, your sleep schedule, and so on; though the never go deeper into the conversation. He's always had a hard time asking about others so it doesn't suprise you too much but you'd expect for them to try just a bit harder for their s/o. You've already gotten ready for the night; laying on your side you gaze out the window ocassionally looking at your wall decor. The soft crinkles of the pillow tag in your fidgeting with along side the crickets almost feel like a serenade.

Its peaceful but you don't want to fall asleep to these sounds, even if its getting harder to stay awake but knowing if you close your eyes the next time they'll open will be outta fear makes attempting another all nighter worth it. From the corner of your eye you notice the soft light of your desktop illuminating your wall. Its too much pay attention to at the moment you need to focus on staying awake. The lights started to bug out eventually it shut itself off, the notifications were still going off. Covering your ear with an extra pillow you don't notice the movement coming from the area where your pc is.

"...."

Something is off it got slightly colder but..your brain is starting too-

"Hello."

Its him. His voice startled you which helped keeping you awake for a little longer yet the burden of some shut eye is still weighing down on you. The mattress started to shift with the new weight being added, the seconds felt like ages trying to get what you wanted to say out sadly all that energy went to you saying a softly said "Hey BEN.."

You decided to roll over and catch their eyes glossing over you, eventually making contact with yours. "You haven't been sleeping well." He said while scooting closer to you without breaking eye contact. BEN was sitting up against the headboard, you started to think about it their eyes/staring; as much as it bothers you, you've come to expect it. Granted its not something you'll ever get used and it doesn't make it less unsettling but its one of his many quirks you've come to accept, its cute in a obscure way.

Fumbling with your fingers you tried to think of an excuse to his statement, still all that's being pulled are blanks. "I already know why. I was waiting for you talk about it." Even if they spoke flatly you could tell he was already getting slightly uncomfortable. You still think its funny that an entity thats generally sadistic has a hard time with asking 'how are you?' without its muscles stiffening up like a damn plank of wood. Its too late to question his thought process so you settled on a "Hmm." in response. Using your arms to support yourself up you shuffle over to BEN then plopped down onto his chest. A slight panick struck your chest after feeling he's gotten slightly warmer hopefully they're just uncomfortable and its not a sign of a storm coming.

A small grunt came out of em as his eyes frantically danced around then started to roll, they put an arm on your back and started to pat. "Thats new..you're ussually much more tense when I lay on you." Their eyes widend as they gripped on to the back of your shirt, man you really couldn't keep your mouth shut with that last comment huh? You want to get up his skin is getting way too warm but he sat up with his face inches away from yours "I can and will make make this night a living hell. Don't even think for a second you can get comfortable enough to say that." You nodded as he plopped back onto the headboard again. Closing his eyes and sighing he added "Well anyways, are you going to talk about whats wrong?" Flashing a quick smile. You feel like you've gotten whiplash from the sudden shift in tone but it is what it is.

You started to mumble about your week and they activly listened with their eyes closed with the occasional humming; the more you vented the more relaxed they got. Then you started to go into details with the nightmares your blinking got slower. He turned his head towards you and grinned his green hair and dark eyes seemingly light up. "It's not as fun when your not scared but it can get kinda boring. I'll keep you on ur toes." A short sniker peeped out of him before he added "But I geuss won't bother you too much for the next few days.." Hanging on by a thread you murmured a 'thanks' you asked one last thing before you got some rest "Do you even need to sleep BEN?"

"I ussually don't need to sleep but..." his explanations buzzed softly and eventually faded away as you finally fell alseep. Even though you've been alseep he rambled on while messing with your hair.

This is what you wanted.

[wallgirl]

The Little Nereid Part 10

Record of Ragnarok fanfiction

Poseidon x OC

Word count: 3,100

Dynamene, youngest of the 50 Nereids, has lived most of her adolescence as a servant alongside her sisters at Poseidon’s palace. But with her coming-of-age birthday and other developments, what she initially thought was just admiration of her master blossoms into something stronger and more passionate… and painful.

Categories and warnings: Romance, angst, unrequited love, coming-of-age, earn-your-happy-ending, slow-burn (ish); no sexual content. There will be some graphic violence in the future.

Updated regularly, twice a week; will have about ?16? parts total.

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Three long banquet tables took up the middle of the palace's dining hall. The middle table was reserved for the family and their close friends; the other tables were filled by guests of every sort. Each table was piled high with mountains of mouth-watering dishes; quail and fish; breads and pastries; olives and cheese. Gilded bowls of fresh fruit grown in the neighboring orchards and gardens were being served by dryads, and the satyrs went around with large jugs of wine, ensuring that no one's glass went unfilled.

Dynamene, now dressed in her finest golden peplos and her ceremonial coral wreath, made her way through the high-spirited crowd. After stopping to exchange bows and pleasantries with a faun she'd attended school with as a small child, she heard someone call her name. Turning around, she saw Thoe waving her over to a chair at the main table.

"Your seat's here next to me. You know, since we're seated in birth order," Thoe sighed as Dynamene took her chair. "I don't miss having to sit in order like this."

"What, don't like being reminded you're one of the youngest too?" Dynamene laughed.

"I am still nearly four centuries older than you, and don't you forget it!" Thoe protested, jabbing at her lightly.

"Well, since you're the second youngest of us thirteen here tonight, I suppose you're stuck next to me." Dynamene craned her head to look towards the front of the room. "Where are Mother and Father?"

"Ianeira said they'd be out any minute. Everyone else should be taking their seats soon..."

As if on cue, everyone still on their feet scrambled to their seats. The satyrs hurried to top up the last of the glasses before chugging down the remaining wine in the jugs for themselves. The eleven other Nereids present quickly made their way to the table, talking in excited whispers. "They're coming," Ianeira announced as she took her seat close to the head of the table.

Two figures appeared at the entrance at the front of the great hall, and the crowd's clamor dimmed to a murmur. Nereus and Doris, the esteemed father and mother of the Nereids, had made their appearance at last.

They were both tall and statuesque, though the similarities ended there. Nereus was an imposing man with a kind face, his smile largely hidden behind a vast beard that fell nearly halfway down his broad chest. He rose one hand in greeting to his guests, who called back their approval. "Greetings, my esteemed guests; my dearest of friends; and, of course, my beloved daughters. We are beyond honored to share our hospitality with you tonight."

Doris beamed at her daughters, her dark eyes crinkling warmly. Her long black hair fell in spirited waves and curls to her thighs, decorated on top with a coral hairpiece that matched theirs. "We are gathered here this evening to rejoice; thirteen of our beautiful daughters have returned home to celebrate Dynamene's coming-of-age. Please join us in filling this evening with merriment beyond heart's measure!" She rose her glass in a toast, and the rest of the hall joined her with cheer.

The opening speech given, the crowd returned to socializing. Doris and Nereus made their way to their gilded thrones at the head of the family table.

"More and more beautiful every year," Doris sighed contentedly, looking at her daughters with pride. "I am so glad to see you again, loves. It's so quiet here with you all away."

"I don't know about that; Nerites almost makes enough noise to make up for it," laughed Nereus merrily.

"That's not true!" Nerites protested from the other end of the table. He looked up from the kabob of roasted fish he was chewing. "I make more than enough noise."

The family erupted with laughter at his unexpectedly peeved retort. "I jest, Nerites," Nereus soothed. "You're the noisiest lad on the coast; I promise."

"Especially on days your father and I are trying to sleep in," Doris added smoothly, passing a plate of poached figs to her husband.

"Aye, and the days we're not trying to sleep in, too," Nereus whispered boldly, winking saucily at her. Dynamene nearly choked on her wine as her older sisters laughed at his raunchy remark. Doris threw a grape at him playfully.

"Mind your manners, or we'll be sleeping in separate suites entirely tonight, and it won't matter either way."

"Ah, just having a bit of a laugh, my love." Nereus brushed her hair back affectionately. "But your mother is right; it's not the same here with all of you girls gone. Too bad the rest couldn't come as well."

"I'm surprised Poseidon agreed to let thirteen of us come to begin with," Actaea said, swirling her wine thoughtfully.

"He does have business elsewhere, so he doesn't need all of us tending the palace as usual," Ianeira replied. "Honestly, though, he could have let all of us come and things wouldn't change at all. It's not like anyone else would be there to make a mess."

"Mm, quite right." Thoe took a dainty bite from a pear. "I'm sure he wants to keep the rest there just to prove he can. Another status symbol."

Dynamene stared at her plate. I'm sure he's not doing it just out of spite.

"Do you want something else to eat, Dynamene?" Doris asked. "I know lobster isn't your favorite. Do you want to try some quail?"

"Oh, no," Dynamene rushed, holding up her hands. "Just lost in thought. I've grown more fond of lobster lately, to be honest; especially with lime sauce."

Doris tutted fondly. "Finally getting a taste for shellfish; you really have come-of-age, haven't you?"

Ianeira watched quietly for a moment, then spoke up. "Mother, do you think I could speak to you in private later tonight?"

Doris looked up in concern. "Of course, dearest; is everything alright? Is it something we should speak about right away?"

"No, it's not urgent," Ianeira said. "Just something that's been worrying me." Her gaze lingered on Dynamene, who took notice, before quickly darting away.

Again with that strange air of secretiveness... But what does it mean? Dynamene pondered for a moment.

Oh, well. I suppose if it involves me, I'll find out sooner or later. She reached out to try a bit of quail. Lobster still really wasn't quite her favorite.

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Some hours later, the feast had ended and the guests had dispersed. Dynamene had retired to take a soothing bath in the wide tub of the grand bath. Worn out from the long day, and stuffed to bursting with delicious food, it felt wonderful to let herself relax in the hot salt water. It wasn't long before she began to feel sleepy, and she knew it was time to head to bed.

Freshly bathed, and with her damp hair hanging loose, she put on a fresh chiton that smelled of the ocean outside. She felt so much more relaxed since they'd arrived at home. She left the bathroom and wandered down the dimly lit halls to her childhood bedroom. The gentle orange glow of the torches set a warm, soft light everywhere it touched. Her bare feet weren't cold against the ground here, unlike with the cold marble at Poseidon's palace. It would be nice to sleep in her old bed again tonight.

She was almost to her room when she heard quiet voices coming from Ianeira's room. She paused, remembering Ianeira's request to their mother. Surely she was hearing them talk about whatever it was that troubled Ianeira.

She hesitated outside the door. It wasn't right for her to eavesdrop, but when she remembered that had persisted since her sisters' meeting with Poseidon, she couldn't bring herself to walk away. Brushing her hair away from her ear, she leaned in to listen.

"...worried about her, lately. It wouldn't be a concern if you hadn't sent us to a place like that in the first place. I just don't understand. Why?"

Ianeira's tone was rather vulnerable, now that she was speaking in private with her mother. It took Dynamene by surprise; for so long, Ianeira had been the one guiding the rest of them, and now here she was herself seeking counsel with her mother.

"We sent you to Poseidon's palace to broaden your prospects," Doris answered firmly. "To give you opportunities you could never have here. Your father and I are rather ancient by the rest of the pantheon's standards, and our influence has already peaked long ago. It was our hope that, by sending you to serve Poseidon, that you might meet others, gain an education, and make your own way in the world."

"The tutors were top-class," Ianeira admitted. "But Poseidon himself is a geyser, just waiting to blow. Don't you remember what he did to Adamas? Ripped him in half without a second thought. We were there, serving him, when that happened, remember? We saw the body, Mother. I can still hear the screams some nights..."

"I think about it more than I ought to," Doris whispered. "And I am sorry that you had to witness it. It was an unspeakable act. But I don't believe for one second that he would ever harm any of you."

"It matters not what you believe! I don't want to risk that happening to Dynamene! If he was capable of doing that to his own brother on a whim, what would he do to her?" Ianeira cried.

Doris sighed. "Your father and I have always had faith that Poseidon would never lay a hand on any of you. All fifty of you are clever and resourceful; we know you would never tempt fate with him. And he would never tempt fate with you."

Ianeira laughed humorlessly. "Tempt fate? Oh, Mother, if only you knew."

"I don't understand, Ianeira. Why are you afraid for Dynamene? What do you fear Poseidon is going to do?"

"It's more about what Dynamene might do at the moment, Mother," Ianeira said, her voice defeated. "You see... Dynamene is infatuated with Poseidon."

 One could have heard a pin drop. Dynamene clapped her hand over her mouth, hiding her gasp of shock. How long had they known about her feelings for Poseidon?

"...She has always been a passionate girl," Doris murmured. "Always a bit of a romantic. But, I suppose, this really isn't so surprising of a development. Of the fifty of you, one of you was bound to become enamored with him."

"I'm worried for her, Mother," Ianeira whispered. "She's still so young; she's still a child in so many ways. I don't know what to do."

"Dynamene is at that strange stage where she has the desires of a woman, but the reasoning of a child. She is inexperienced. It will just take time; she will grow and learn."

"But that's what I'm worried about, Mother!" Ianeira pleaded. "She's already so infatuated with him, and this is Poseidon! If, in time, she really does fall in love with him, and he lays claim to her - what can we do to protect her from him? She'll become his consort, and then..."

"Dynamene is still too young to truly know romantic love. I assure you, dearest, what Dynamene feels right now is just a passing fancy. Poseidon is a powerful god, and he is handsome; I would be more surprised if she did not develop an attraction to him. But Poseidon is infamously cold and stoic. Nothing will come of it, you have my word."

That stung. Dynamene winced, her face flushing with humiliation. It was uncomfortably jarring to hear her family speak candidly about her innermost feelings this way.

"I don't want to risk that! Dynamene is around him all the time, as we all are, serving him at the palace. Please, just request that Dynamene remain home longer, even if only for a year. If it's truly a mere crush, then her feelings for him should fizzle out by then."

What? The gears in Dynamene's mind began to turn rapidly. Ianeira was asking Doris to keep her here even longer...

Almost as if the whole point of the trip had been to get her away from Poseidon.

Dynamene swallowed hard, feeling a surge of angry betrayal wash over her. Her clenched fists had begun to shake. She resisted the urge to barge in; they were still speaking, and she wanted to listen until the end.

Doris was quiet. "I will consider it. But the thirteen of you have only just got here today; it could very well be the case that, by the time the month is up, Dynamene's attention will be on someone else."

Dynamene heard Ianeira exhale. "Thank you, Mother. I just... I just want her to be safe."

"I understand, my child," Doris comforted her. "But have faith; everything will turn out just fine."

Dynamene couldn't stand to listen to anymore. She ran to her room and slammed the door shut, angry tears forming in her eyes.

They had known. They had known this entire time how she felt. And now, instead of supporting her, or even just hearing her out about her feelings, they were trying to keep the two of them apart. Her sisters, the people she trusted most in the whole world, had betrayed her trust.

Any joy she'd felt from their homecoming dispersed within her chest, replaced by the hot, prickling sensation of rage. How could they do this? She wasn't only angry at them; she was angry at herself, too. How could I have been so blind?  She asked herself angrily. Of course they'd never accept my feelings for Poseidon. If one thing's clear now, it's that they hate him. They've never spoken to him the way I have. They've no idea.

I never wanted to stay here for a month from the start, let alone a year. By the time we go back to the palace, the council of the gods will have taken place, and Hera will have done her best to force someone else upon Poseidon. I won't let that happen. I'll do whatever it takes to go back before then.

A gentle rap on her shut door broke her out of her angry reverie. She didn't bother to check who it was before shouting, "Go away!"

But of course, the door opened anyway, revealing the last person she wanted to see: Ianeira.

"Leave me alone," Dynamene snapped at her.

Ianeira stared at her in shock. "What's gotten into you? I just came to check on you. Is something the matter?"

Perhaps now wasn't the right time to break out into a fury. Dynamene unclenched her jaw and took a breath. "No, I'm sorry for snapping. I just have a headache."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ianeira said, coming to sit next to her. She reached out to stroke her sister's hair, but Dynamene pulled away.

"Well, I'll keep things brief then," Ianeira started over. "We had a good time today, didn't we?"

"Yes," Dynamene muttered as she looked away. It was going great until now.

"I know how refreshing it is to be here at home. It's where we belong, really, although with how much time we've spent at Poseidon's palace, it can be hard to remember."

Dynamene was silent, knowing where her sister's words were leading to and loathing it. Ianeira carefully ventured onwards. "So... How would you like to take the year off and stay here, at home?"

Dynamene looked at Ianeira with loathing in her eyes. "So you can keep me away from Poseidon a little longer?"

Ianeira's mouth fell open, but no words came out.

Dynamene jumped to her feet, unable to rein in her rage any longer. "You can't even deny it, can you?! That this whole trip was a ruse to get me away from him! Is that the real reason why you left me out of the audience?"

"Why... How on earth could you possibly know that?" Ianeira shot back, standing up.

"I have a predisposition to eavesdropping, I guess," Dynamene clenched her fists. "I heard what you were saying to Mother. How dare you decide what's best for me like that?! You haven't even asked me about any of it!"

"About what? Your infatuation with a madman?!" Ianeira yelled back. Her eyes were snapping with long-repressed frustration and anger, and Dynamene couldn't help but shirk back. "You think I haven't lost sleep, worrying about this? And now you want me to compromise with you over it?!"

"How dare you say that!" Angry tears threatened to overflow from Dynamene's eyes. "I don't need you deciding what's right for me! I've already made up my mind; I want to stay with him! I want to be with him!"

"Be with him?! Are you insane, Dynamene?!" Ianeira threw her arms up in disbelief. "You want to be with the man who tore his own brother apart without a second glance? Is that the same fate you want, once he decides you too don't meet his standards?!"

"He would never do that to me!" Dynamene cried, clutching her bracelet. "He wouldn't! Even when he caught me spying, he-"

"He what?" Ianeira's voice went deadly quiet. "You did what?"

"I..." Dynamene knew she had made a mistake, and she looked down.

"You spied on him? Why?! Are you even thinking?! If Mother and Father knew-"

"I had to know what he was talking about with Hera! I don't want him to be with anyone else; I love him! I love him!" Dynamene's voice cut off as she began to sob with abandon. "Please, don't tell them! They'll never let me-"

"How could you say you love him?! He has no heart! He cares for no one, not even us!" Ianeira hurled. Her hair was steaming with rage. "You're not even thinking, taking risks like that! There's no way you're returning to that palace! You're still a child; Poseidon will ruin you! I won't let him do that to you; not you, or any of my sisters!" Her shouts echoed in the small room.

"You can't stop me!" Something within Dynamene had snapped. "I'm not a child anymore, and you don't control me!" She threw open the windows and let the night wind pour in, billowing about her. The black seawater swirled many feet below.

"Wait, Dynamene, don't!" Ianeira cried out, reaching for her.

Dynamene dove headfirst out the window without a second glance. She plunged into the cold ocean water below, the thin fabric of her chiton swirling about her.

I won't sit by and let others decide my life for me! They could never know how I feel. They won't even try to understand. Tears drifted from her eyes, leaving a trail of bubbles in her wake. That's just fine. I'll take things into my own hands. I'll find a way; I will.

Dynamene let her body disperse into the water, swimming away as fast as she could into the dark waters of the night.

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Author’s Notes: This part has taken me the longest thus far now. I gave myself time to recharge before finishing it because I wanted the emotions to be strong. Can't do that if I'm suffering writer fatigue. I watched part of The Little Mermaid and felt ready to continue. Here we are!

Can you blame Dynamene, Ianeira? Have you LOOKED at Poseidon, I mean REALLY LOOKED? Man's got the looks of an angel. Too bad his personality doesn't match.

The parts now have names (on ao3)! We're at part 10 now; I thought names might help tell them apart. No spoilers in them, but descriptive enough that people who have already read them will hopefully be able to tell which is which.

Nereid birth order:

Ianeira - 1

Actaea - 6

Callianassa - 23

Eione - 27

Thoe - 41

Dynamene - 50