#would not be able to deal w tall spencer

[hoohoobeanie]

arasha and amanda biggest simps for tall shayncer

[lunarrwolf]

mini series coming soon!!

since you guys got me over 300 followers, i held up my end of my own deal and was finally able to think up the first of a 100% written series (social media included only when needed to build the story).

there will only be two for now but i want to get the sykkuno series a good ways in before bringing in new content like this! i’ve been a writer since middle school and have major writer’s block for a book i’m working on rn so i’m really excited about writing an actual story for lunarrwolf! these are the banners, very tiny synopses, and sneak peek excerpts for DAYWALKER!s and Siren Woods

s.h warning: siren woods will not be for the faint of heart as it will be put in the category of a psychological thriller. it will contain suspense, fear(s), anxiety and/or mentions of depression, isolation and swearing

d.w!s warning: this is an apocalyptic world w/o zombies. it will contain violence, anxiety, entrapment, fear(s) and swearing

disclaimer: i will do my absolutely best not to treat either of these as if they were actual novels. i plan on putting in comedic lines and scenes to lower any thriller/horror vibes from the stories, and not too go too far to avoid truly triggering myself or anyone else. warnings will only be issued in chapters that are going to actually include one or more of above the above. but if anyone who reads them in the future have issues do not feel like you need to keep reading.

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DAYWALKER!s

a variety youtuber mini series

summary

ten creators find themselves amidst a city with an oddly familiar vibe, a weird yet intimidating apocalyptic appearance, and hundreds of strangers that feel the need to do nothing but fight their way through the city. even if that means to the death.

excerpt

“You’re all going to die, you know.. so you might as well give up now and let it take over.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You blinked at the growl woven in with your friend’s deep voice, knowing for sure that if you were in an animation a sweat drop would be making its way down the side of your head. He hated confrontation more than anyone here but when it came to his friends, and being trapped in a place like this? Who knew what damage he would do to keep them safe.

The man ahead of the group did nothing but stand there with a mocking grin on his face. It was unnerving, and dare say almost bloodthirsty. There was no amount of sanity or free will from where you all stood just a couple of yards away, and just that thought alone chilled you to the core.

“Corpse.. maybe you shouldn’t.” You stated, stepping closer to him to lower the risk of the strange man hearing the second part. “I don’t like the looks of that guy even from over here. We’ve already had to deal with a ton of crazy shit since finding each other. We can’t risk losing our only real muscle of the group.”

Ignoring the offended voices of Sean and Ludwig, the man with the torn mask looked at you only when you put a hand on his shoulder. It took sharing glances and seeing head shakes from most of the others to have him loosen the fist his hand was already in. Standing up straight, you watched as he rolled his shoulders, jaw still clenched from the tension. Rae was taking advantage of the off putting interaction and explored the small area, so capturing everyone’s attention when Corpse relaxed a bit wasn’t hard. “It’s gonna be a tight fit but I think we can make it work.”

“Whoa.”

“Where did you learn how to hotwire a car?” Ethan questioned, being the first to make his way toward the beaten vehicle.

“Video games?” The brunette answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She hit the side of the driver door twice, motioning to the group. “Now get your asses in here before that guy decides to pull a Resident Evil zombie sprint on us.”

“Yes ma’am.” Sykkuno saluted, earning chuckles that were a rare sight since ending up here. The two of you didn’t waste time in calling the front seats beside Rae and Ethan, forcing everyone else to get in the back of the truck and make it work. No one could complain, though, seeing the circumstances you were all in.

It took a few seconds of revving the seemingly old engine before the machine began making its way. You could actually hear the ones in the back shift around to get in more comfortable positions for however long a ride it would be. The girl behind the wheel didn’t pay any mind to the stranger that watched her drive you all away, but you did. And even when he continued to shrink in distance and eventually disappeared, you knew his words would stay with you.

“You’re wasting your time! No one gets out of Mirror City!!”

Siren Woods

a variety youtuber mini series

summary

seven internet personalities find themselves in the middle of an old town myth as they take a break from their careers and head up towards a rural mountain area. among every spooky or jumpy experience with a horror game here and there, never did any of them think they’d end up in this situation.

excerpt

The fire crackled with a sense of release, almost as if this large flame represented the time everyone needed away from their jobs. After how crazy the media has become the past few weeks, you and your friends agreed that a trip towards a much lesser known area would do you all well. It was a teenagers on summer break scene where everyone was gathered around a campfire in the backyard of a lake house, telling stories to either amuse or scare each other. Seán and Ethan were the first to do so, tag teaming in a very dramatic reenactment of the first time they met in person, which of course had to be followed by your own scene with Y/F/N.

Time flew by and before you knew it, the sun was completely set and the darkest shade of navy possible was barely lit with a crescent moon and a few stars. The only real source of light was the fire, illuminating the six faces in an orange glow. Any laughter died down minutes ago, leaving a silence that was comfortable for everyone. “You guys want to hear a funny story?”

Squinting at the man sitting in the log across from you, you leaned forward, hands folded in your lap. “Funny haha or funny we might want to kill you after we hear it?”

“Uh..” Corpse met your gaze immediately, his mask somehow looking more eerie with the natural lighting. “Funny kind of hoping you won’t kill me, if I’m being honest.” He confirmed, leaning forward himself to warm up his hands while the rest of you debated on whether to let him tell it.

After a few minutes, and three overtaking two, he was allowed to do so. It was an old myth of the town you all resided in for the week; a Slenderman type of entity of the forest that the locals from dozens of years before chose to call Siren Head. The name stuck once old photos were found and set up in the small museum in the Common. He stood at forty feet tall, with two megaphones for heads and tangled wires for a torso. He had the ability to perfectly mimic broadcasts, conversations, sirens and screams, and had been said to only emit white noise if ever asleep. Speed nearly matched that of a cheetah and his strength was unbelievably high due to his size. Every sighting of said species had only been released by victims, and it was an urban tale that stood alive to this very day.

Rae was on the grass now, legs crossed one over the other as she tried to look at everyone at once. “Why the hell did we all come to a place called Siren Woods, then?!”

“Well.. the town looked really nice online, and it’s living up to that. And I thought siren meant more mermaid than a freaky Creepypasta-type thing.” Sykkuno could do nothing but respond with nerves showing through his face and every subtle movement of his body as he explained why he ended up agreeing with the destination.

“Yeah, I did too.” Y/F/N piped in, shrugging her innocence as you all began telling your sides. “Who doesn’t think of a mermaid when you hear the word siren?! That’s basically what they are.”

“I, for one, think we should find another place to stay.” Ethan spoke up.

Seán gaped at his longest friend in the group, “You don’t actually believe in that.”

“I’m not taking any chances, dude. Those people believe in that thing enough to build a whole section of the museum for it.”

You watched your friends go back and forth, some freaked out by the story but not believing it was real while the rest wanted to find a new vacation spot. “What do you think, Y/N?”

You turned to Corpse, blinking as the simple question processed in your mind. “I’m with Ethan on this.. even if that thing isn’t an actual being the belief here is hardcore.” Three faces lit up in relief while the roommate, Irishman, and faceless internet persona felt differently. “Let me finish..” you sighed, “Let’s stay another night but keep an extra cautious eye on Spencer and Luna. Animals have a sort of sixth sense, so if anything weird happens they’ll warn us. Deal?”

Y/F/N shared a glance with you, letting out a sigh of her own. “Suddenly I’m feeling a lot better that we brought our dogs instead of getting sitters.” She bent down to pet the canines laying between the logs, hoping if they did bark it would just be from a resident knocking on the door.

[angelbaugh-writes]

A Little Violence {Spencer Reid x Reader}

Request: 27 with Spencer please

Warnings: hasn’t been edited(yes, this is a warning. I can’t promise that it’s going to be good.), the usual criminal minds violence

Author’s Note: Sorry for the lack of requests coming out! Starting school has been a little tough. Getting used to doing classes online has come with a migraine and staring at a screen is difficult. But I pushed through to get this short little one out! I love you all so so much. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy. Xox Angel Baugh

    Chasing the unsub was never your favorite thing to do. You usually left the strenuous exercise to Derek to make the final sprint to tackle the bad guy. This time, however, was different. You and Spencer had been assigned to check the location the big bad wolf was set up at, just your luck.     The second the man saw the two of you approach the door, he ran. Pushing past, he sprinted down the road. Quick in your reflexes, you deftly dodged obstacles as you began to chase after him. Spencer was right behind you in his actions.     You were able to catch up to him with ease. The difficult part was wrestling him to the ground. He fought back without mercy. His nails dug into your arms, leaving deep scratches behind. One strong punch to his nose and he stopped. You sighed as you inspected your already bruising knuckles. Spencer was out of breath when he showed up at your side.     Hitting the suspect mixed with your minor wounds added up to a lot of paperwork. You groaned loudly at the realization. At least he was off the streets now.     "He's knocked out cold," Spencer gasped. "You punched him."    You shrugged. "Violence is how you get shit done sometimes. The guy was trying to rough me up, but I'm about to renew my license. I don't need a dark shiner in my picture."     "That was hot."     "Thanks. I guess we just wait for him to wake back up so we could read him his rights and arrest him? I'm usually not the one to deal with this part." You sat down on the sidewalk as you spoke. "I'll call Hotch to let him know we got him."     Spencer stuttered, "Would you w-want to go out when we get back home?" You giggled as you pulled your phone out of your back pocket. The tall agent's grin fell at your reaction. "We don't have to, tho-"     You interrupted, "I'd love to, Spence. I'm just shocked that you didn't ask until I had some blood running down my arms."     "We need to get you patched up," he laughed.     "I guess we do."

[b-o-s-t-o-n]

Infatuated- Part XIII

"I know what the world can do to a girl who only sees beauty in it. Like you. Somehow you... You always make me smile. And I don't think I've ever thanked you for that." -Emily Prentiss

One hour.

One hour until the mission was underway and Spencer had to watch a literal serial killer grind up on his girlfriend.

He felt sick.

Reid had spent the entire morning telling Belle it was too risky. She was at least an entire foot shorter than the man she was going up against. No matter how strong she was, this guy was stronger. 

Spencer didn't understand why Wolfe and Prentiss couldn't go undercover alone. Why did they need Belle, too?

He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the three women to get dressed. They needed to make sure they got noticed, so Penelope had sent an entire wardrobe full of party dresses over to the station. 

Belle had chosen the smallest, tightest dress possible. It was a matte army green color with straps that crossed and made a pattern in the back. It fell in the middle of her thighs and hugged all of her curves perfectly.

She looked amazing, which made Reid even more nervous.

Belle, Cheyenne, and Emily sat in front of a big mirror that was placed in the room where they had set up the day before. JJ was helping them apply heavy eyeliner and contour their faces and chests. The girls told Morgan and Reid that they needed to give them space, so the two men went to the lobby to make coffee run.

"So, I finally figured it out," Morgan snickered as Spencer stirred 5 sugars into his cup. 

He looked up at him questioningly.

"What do you mean?" Reid asked before taking a sip of his coffee. 

The steam from the hot liquid began to fog up his glasses. He took them off and wiped them against his shirt.

"The girl we talked about. I figured out who it is," he replied, taking a sip of his own drink. 

The steam from Spencer's coffee suddenly felt cold against his heated cheeks.

"W-what? Who?" He stammered, trying to regain his demeanor. 

Morgan had a big mouth, so him knowing about Belle and Reid wouldn't turn out well.

"It's Wolfe! You're totally into her, that's why you freaked out at Hotch yesterday," Derek taunted, confident in his claim. 

Spencer let out the breath he had been holding in.

"You're right," he breathed, relieved that Morgan had no clue what was actually going on. 

Reid would rather have him thinking he had a crush on a random agent than knowing the truth about his relationship.

..

Belle clasped her eyelash curler shut as she sat in front of the mirror beside Emily. They were working on the finishing touches of their looks as Hotch attached small microphones to the straps of their dresses. 

Belle applied a few coats of mascara to her eyelashes to pull everything together. She never wore this much makeup; she doubted anyone did. But, they had to look the part, so she'd have to deal with it for the remainder of the night. She was already dreading attempting to wipe it all off later.

She stood up and extended her arm out to Emily's shoulder in order to balance herself as she put her heels on. Penelope had sent over 5 inch black pumps specifically for Belle because she claimed she needed to 'look taller' in order to get the unsub's attention. Belle stepped back to look at herself in the mirror.

"Wow," she heard a voice announce from behind them. 

She turned around, almost tripping over herself from the unfamiliar feeling of wearing such high heels.

"Shut up, Morgan," Emily barked as she threw a beauty blender in the direction of the door. 

It went passed Morgan's face and hit Reid instead. He laughed as the small sponge-like object dropped to the floor.

Belle felt his eyes quickly fall upon her, making her blush instantly. She turned back to face the mirror, pretending not to notice them on her. She could see Reid's gaze raking up and down her body from the reflection over her shoulder.

"Look at your girl," Morgan whispered, nudging Reid in the stomach. 

Belle glanced over to where they were looking to see Cheyenne emerging from the bathroom. She had a shimmery gold and silver cocktail dress on, topped off with an indigo necklace, which perfectly matched the heels she was wearing. 

She looked absolutely stunning.

Belle felt a sharp pang of anger in her chest at the realization that Morgan was referring to her as 'Reid's girl' and not her. She tried to hide the embarrassment and hurt on her face as she made her way past the two men and out the door.

She needed air.

Belle walked down the sidewalk just outside of the police station, feeling the winter breeze against her exposed skin. The frigid air helped to calm her down, cooling the heat that was currently rushing through her body. The door squeaked as it reopened behind Belle, causing her to jump. She wasn't in the mood to hear Reid's attempt at an apology right now.

"Belle?" a female voice called out behind her. 

It was Emily.

"Em," Belle's voice wavered as she walked over to her.

Emily had been her best friend for months now. Belle quickly bonded with her back in September when she arrived at the BAU, taking her under her wing. 

Em knew what it was like to be the new girl, so she helped Belle as best as she could. They had sleepovers together during the weekends when the other FBI ladies were out with their boyfriends, watching rom-coms together and drinking red wine. 

They'd text each other during horrible dates to call the other and fake an emergency, or go to Pet Smart together just to look at the kittens on display. She truly was the best girl friend Belle had ever had, and it was killing her to not be able to talk to Emily about her love life.

"I need to tell you something," Belle whispered, deciding not to keep secrets from her anymore.

..

Neon oranges, pinks, blues, and greens illuminated the floor, flashing in different squares every few seconds. The walls vibrated from the various beats of club music being ricocheted around the room at high intervals. The bar, located in the far back, was swarmed by young men and women looking to have a good time. Each black leather stool was occupied by the intoxicated body of someone hopeful to find a one night stand. The air was warm from the constant movement of singles on the dance floor, smelling faintly of weed and cherry sour vodka.

Reid sat in a booth across from JJ, purposely positioning himself so he had a perfect view of Belle sitting at the bar. 

Everything was going to be fine, he kept reminding himself. 

The tiny earpiece hidden by his hair made a small static noise, indicating that it was turned on. He looked up at JJ, who nodded back to him, nonchalantly.

The mission was officially on.

They sat there for what seemed like hours, when in reality, it was only 20 minutes. Both men and women kept approaching Belle, asking to buy her a drink, but none that fit the profile. 

Emily and Cheyenne were having no luck as well. Reid heard the bartender, who had been informed of the agent's real identities, ask Belle if she needed anything.

"Something that looks bubbly but has no actual alcohol in it, please," she whispered back to the young woman behind the bar. 

The bartender smiled at Belle before turning to get a glass. She poured Sprite and Grenadine over ice and mixed it together with a stirring straw.

It looked rather authentic.

Belle thanked her quietly as she went back to her post, sipping casually on the fake drink.

"9 o'clock," JJ kicked Reid lightly under the table. 

He flinched, scowling at her. She moved her eyes to point in the direction she wanted him to look. He glanced to his left, scratching the back of his head to look as casual as possible.

Spencer immediately recognized the man JJ was talking about. He was an exact replica of the police sketch they had seen back at the station.

The man was tall, taller than Reid, and had long, blonde hair, tied back in a low ponytail. His teeth were almost as yellow as his hair; littered with gaps and holes from the different types of drugs he probably took. 

His clothes looked as if he'd been wearing them for the past three days, covered in dirt and stains that made it seem like he had been rolling around at a farm recently. 

He looked like the type of person Spencer wouldn't be caught dead hanging out with.

"Hey sexy lady," the unsub growled, looking up and down Belle's body. 

Reid saw her physically shudder before plastering a wide smile on her face.

Spencer's hands formed fists under the table.

"Hi there," Belle replied politely.

"What's a girl like you doing all alone?" The man asked, taking a seat next to her at the bar. 

Belle looked as though she wanted to vomit. To hide her disgust, she simply smiled and took a sip of the red drink she had. 

The man's eyes flickered to the drink in her hand before falling back onto Belle's chest.

Reid felt like he was going to explode.

"We should move in," he whispered to JJ. 

This creep was already too close to Belle.

"No!" Belle hissed through the earpiece, making the unsub stare at her as though she was crazy. 

She was talking to Reid, but the man didn't know that.

JJ kicked Spencer again, a little harder this time.

"Sorry, I just meant, oh no, my drink is almost gone," Belle tried to recover. 

It seemed to work because the man raised his hand up to get the attention of the bartender.

The woman poured the same drink for Belle, taking her time. She looked terrified, as she should. She placed the new drink in front of Belle with a shaky hand, spilling a tiny bit on the counter. She apologized without making eye contact before taking the man's money and hustling away.

"So, do you dance?" the unsub asked Belle, nodding his head in the direction of the dance floor. 

She glanced over to where he was pointing, spotting Cheyenne in the middle of a group of people.

While Belle's eyes were on the dance floor, the man slipped something into her drink.

Reid shot up from his seat, not wasting another second sitting in that booth. He hurried through the crowd of people, trying to get to Belle as fast as possible.

 Cheyenne, Emily, and JJ all jumped up behind him, drawing their guns from their holsters. Everywhere Reid turned, a drunk man or woman would bump into him.

"Move!" Spencer shouted loudly over the music. 

He was now boxed in by a group of dancers, still yards away from the bar.

"Stop! FBI!!" JJ shouted from behind him, pointing her gun towards the bar.

He looked over the crowd of people to see Belle's limp body in the arms of the greasy man. He started to carry her towards the back entrance of the club before a gunshot rang past Reid's ear.

Belle dropped to the floor as pedestrians sprinted towards the front door, frantically trying to get away from the scene that was unraveling. 

Spencer was drowning in the amount of bodies trying to flee, getting pushed farther and farther away from the bar.

"Belle!!!"

[carolionel]

Bonds in Wonderland Chapter 7

[[[Ok, after months of rereading through past chapters, going through AUs that I’ve been itching to write for, getting back into writing as of last month, AND going through a change in jobs and working on moving, I’ve been needing some Fated Bonds love. The AUs I plan on working on have been reblogged here so I can easily get to them for what I need to make sure I do. Whenever I get a decent tablet again (my last one snapped in half x.x), expect art. Lots and lots of art. I still adore these babies, and I’ll do my best after the rest of my stresses to keep up with them :D @chusset ]]]

Two…

Eloise ran until her lungs hurt, though it genuinely seemed like they were getting nowhere. Her and White Rabbit Klaus would run through a thicket by the castle gates, making sure to keep moving forward, before it cleared right back to where they started, The Red Queen watching on, getting closer with each escape attempt. She was trying to wear them out, and it took until their third try before Klaus realized it.

“Ve can’t keep zhis up!” he shouted, looking back to her. “She’s messing vith us!”

“How do we get out of here, then?!” she asked, grasping her chest, tears streaming in fear. “Is there any other way?!”

“Hey!! Over here!”

They looked over to a voice calling out for them, small and above their heads. The butterfly had been hovering over them, carrying the dormouse with his legs.

“We’ve been tryin’ to get your attention since the flames started!” he shouted, trying to get his voice heard over the fire. “Ya still got that mushroom I gave ya?!”

“Of course!” Eloise said, reaching in her pocket, pulling out two half slices of the mushroom given to her when the butterfly was still a caterpillar. “If I get bigger, I’ll be sure to find a way out!”

“U-Uh, miss? Wh-What if y-..!” the dormouse tried stammering out, stopping once he spotted her eating one of the halves. “O-Oh, dear…”

Eloise paused, looking back up to them, as they seemed to get farther away, but not in the direction she was hoping. She had shrank nearly down to the size of a blade of grass, groaning once she realized, grabbing her head in panic.

“Oh no, no, please!” she whimpered in fear.

“Thieves…” The Red Queen bellowed lowly, waving her hand at the gate they were close to, as it seemed to melt away.

“Give me the ozher piece, quick!” Klaus said in a hurry, reaching down to Eloise. Without question, she handed off the other half, Klaus eating it quickly, before changing to his rabbit form, becoming the size of a small car. “Get on! I’ll get us out of here!”

She grabbed on to his extended paw as he tucked her into his waistcoat pocket, darting through the forest once more, making sure to break through some fallen trees and bushes as he ran.

“W-Wait! What about them?! Are they gonna be ok?!” Eloise asked, referring to the butterfly and dormouse.

“Zhey’re fine, she’s only after us!” Klaus responded, groaning as he broke through another old log. “I have to find out vhere her barrier is, once I break it open, ve’re free!”

Eloise looked around as Klaus paused, trying to catch his breath, not being used to this size as a rabbit. In the brief silence, the flames echoing behind them, Eloise heard a soft whisper in her ear. 

“Go east…” It spoke, as she nodded and pointed.

“East! Hurry!”

“Vhat?”

“Trust me, go that way!” she said, grabbing to the inside of his pocket once more as he ran in that direction, spotting a thicket of rose bushes.

“Ve’re going back!” Klaus called out in concern, though not stopping, as he spotted the castle’s flaming silhouette behind the bushes they were headed for.

“We’ll be ok! Please, trust me!”

Klaus groaned as he quickened his pace, going full speed ahead and holding his breath as he tumbled through the bushes, feeling an intense heat and falling off to the other side. The castle dissipated into a mirage for a brief moment, before disappearing completely, leading into a clearing, Klaus returning to human form, still massive. Eloise peaked out of his pocket, both of them panting, looking back to the thicket.

“Did…did we make it?” she asked, trying to stay hidden, knowing The Red Queen would still probably be able to find them.

“I-I zhink ve did…I…zhiiiihh-” Klaus hitched briefly, some of the rose pollen winding up getting onto his fur and filled the air once he changed back.

“No, no, please! She’ll hear you!” Eloise begged, trying to hide further in his pocket, already knowing he was in the middle of a losing battle.

“S-Sorry, I-I c-…hiiihh–!” he covered his pocket quickly to try and protect her, nostrils flaring dangerously as he twisted away, trying his best to stay quiet in his larger size. “Hiiiiihh-!! Iiih-KSHUuu!!”

His sneeze immediately echoed throughout the land as he held his hand to his face, pinching his nose hard to try and keep from going into a fit. He kept an eye on the castle, waiting for any sign of The Red Queen approaching, Eloise peeking out from over his hand.

“Bless you,” she spoke out, relieved that The Queen didn’t seem to notice.

“Danke…” he responded, not removing his other hand just yet.

Suddenly, an intense heat swept over both of them, as flames erupted in the trees and bushes they had been watching. Klaus scrambled to his feet and darted away, The Red Queen beginning to give chase.

“Thieves!!” she screamed once more, her dress hovering away from her feet with the heat rising from them, as she seemed to set each step she took ablaze. 

Klaus, remaining human to keep his energy focused on running instead of also dealing with being transformed, fought hard to keep his pace as he followed the trail away from the castle, leading into another area filled with wildflowers and trees. Now riddled with allergies, he was soon out of breath from running while going into brief fits, one hard sneeze causing him to fall forward, Eloise tumbling out of his pocket.

“No!!” he shouted, struggling to stand, forcing himself to change once more into his rabbit form, scurrying over to her. “Quickly, get back on! Hey! A-Are you ok?!”

He nudged her, gasping, finally spotting her condition. She had scrapped herself across the ground, her head hitting the base of a tree trunk. Klaus panicked, hopping around her, trying to wake her up, continuously pushing her body.

“Come on…please! You’re almost home, I promise, please…please be ok…” he whimpered, black eyes welling with tears as he curled around her. “Zhis…zhis is my fault…I should’ve…I should’ve never…”

He looked up quickly to a low chuckle approaching him, The Red Queen, body fully enveloped in flames, leaving only a black shadow. She stepped closer as Klaus backed himself against Eloise’s body, raising his back in one last ditch effort to appear intimidating, though faltering greatly with grief and exhaustion.

“Good job, little bunny, you did just as I hoped~ That curse I placed on you kept you two from getting too far…” she said, the flames spreading quickly through the flora.

“Leave her alone! She…she just vanted to go home…” Klaus growled, backing up closer to Eloise’s body.

“She’s a thief! And you’re just as guilty, if you’re trying to help her escape…” she said, holding a hand up to him. “You’ve lost your use to me long ago, all you did was try to suck up to The Blue Queen…I can find a much more…obedient assistant…goodbye, little bunny and thief~”

Klaus watched on in horror as a large ball of fire appeared above her hand, spinning and growing rapidly. She reeled back, the flames a hot white, as Klaus shut his eyes tight, bracing himself.

“Home run!!”

Klaus opened his eyes, watching the sight unfold. Something, or someone, had knocked the fire ball out of The Red Queen’s hand, sending it back in the direction of the castle. He saw above him, two young men spinning down to the ground, hand in hand, one with a scorched branch in the other hand. They landed, grinning to the Queen, the other nudging the first, setting something down next to him.

“Yo, Spencer, why did you shout that?” he asked.

“Oh, because he’s trying to get her home!” Spencer turned, holding his hands up to them. “Home! Run!”

Klaus quickly took the opportunity, scooping Eloise back up with his paws and tucking her into his pocket. “Danke~!!” he called back to them as he ran off.

“Anytime, Twitchy!” Spencer waved back to him, before turning back to face The Queen. “Alright, it’s about time you cool off! Baron, care to do the honors?”

“Of course, Spencer~” he grinned, a readied bucket of water in his hands.

“Still gotta change that name soon…” Spencer grumbled as Baron splashed the water onto her, the flames going out in a sizzle, The Red Queen drenched.

“Yeah! We’re heroes!” Baron grinned, high-fiving Spencer.

“You…little BRATS!!!” The Red Queen shouted, reigniting her flames, the heat wave knocking the two of them away. She turned towards where they were headed, her new fire allowing her to move much faster than before.

Klaus kept his pace as well as he could, trying his best to ignore his curse, turning down a familiar path, the scent of burning tea leaves a relief on his sinuses. He stopped, in the middle of a fog, changing back to human and grabbing Eloise from his pocket.

“Please, please help her!! You’re zhe only ones who can!” he called out, as the fog began to vanish.

“This had better be important…” a woman’s voice spoke.

“You are interrupting our tea party…” a man’s much darker voice finished her sentence, before spotting him at last, smiling wide. “Aha, vell, look who finally had his growth spurt! Our little bunny’s not so little anymore, dear~”

“Ohooohoho~ no he’s not~!” the woman said, standing, her tattered, brown ears up happily. “Should we have an unbirthday celebration custom made for this day?”

“Please! You have to help her, she von’t vake up!” Klaus whined, going to his knees and holding Eloise out to them. The man approached and tilted his head, his tall hat leaning down in front of his face, a magnifying glass dangling in front of his eyes to get a better look at the much smaller woman.

“Zhis is bad, her head’s bruised…young man…vhat happened to her?” the Hatter asked, looking back up to him.

“I-It’s…It’s my fault, I- ve vere running from Ze Red Queen, and-”

“Ze Red Queen?!” the Hatter asked suddenly, pushing his hat back up. “Is she coming now?”

“Sh-She might be, she’s after us, after her! I have to get her home, but she needs to be ok…”

The Hatter watched him briefly, looking to the Hare standing next to him, nodding softly.

“Ve’ll hold her off…you get her to your entryvay to her vorld…give her zhis…she’ll be safe,” he said as he pulled a syringe from his hat, filled with a blue liquid.

“Danke…you be safe!!” Klaus said, beginning to hurry off.

“However…” the Hatter said as the Hare stepped inside their house to get a few things in preparation for The Red Queen. “Understand zhat…once she gets zhat and returns home…she von’t be coming back. It’s for zhe better, ve don’t vant all zhis madness!”

Klaus winced, holding her close to his chest gently. “I…I know…as long as she’s safe…I understand,”

The Hatter nodded and turned, already feeling the heat from the spreading flames. Klaus hurried off, not caring to see what the Hare was wheeling out of their home.

“Keep her safe…keep her safe…” he repeated to himself, trying his best to ignore the rising screams from behind.

Klaus fell to his knees, exhausted, as he looked to the large door ahead of him. Panting, he carefully pulled Eloise out of his pocket, setting her down, growing worried that he was too late. He grabbed the syringe and held it to her, realizing it was too large for her body. Any attempt to inject her would do more damage than good. He gripped his head, realizing he messed up. Again. He leaned forward, face in his hands, as he wept.

He couldn’t understand. Why was he crying so much? Why did he feel so much pain for someone he didn’t know? Who was she, really? Why did he want to succeed for her? Many thoughts ran through his head as he swiped his eyes, still intent on helping her.

“Hey! W-We’re over here!”

Klaus looked up to the sight of a hovering butterfly carrying a dormouse. Yet again. Though this time, they seemed a bit worse for wear. The butterfly’s wings were singed, as was the dormouse’s fur and tail, and the butterfly landed not so gracefully next to Eloise, dropping the dormouse on the way down.

“Vhat are you two doing here?” Klaus asked, sniffling slightly, trying to calm down.

“We can help her!” The butterfly said, trying to get back on his many legs, wobbling slightly. “The Hatter’s gal Hare pal thought you could use this!”

Klaus looked over as the dormouse held up a much smaller syringe, just the right size to help Eloise, with the same fluid inside of it. He smiled wide and laughed in relief, nodding him on.

“Vell, go on, help her! Quick!” he said, the dormouse jumping slightly and hurrying over to her, fumbling nervously with the syringe as he looked to her. Wincing, his hands shook, as the butterfly took notice.

“Uh, I dunno if you’re fit enough to do it, pal, you’re still shaken up from that run-in with The Red Queen,” he said, flying back up to Klaus’ face. “Here, this should help ya,”

Klaus, about to ask what, suddenly felt something small get tossed onto his tongue. He swallowed hard and watched as the ground got closer, rapidly. The butterfly managed to get just the right amount of mushroom to shrink him down to Eloise’s size. He smiled at his new height. Now, he could do some good for her.

He accepted the syringe from the dormouse and stepped up to her, gasping softly. He felt his lip tremble as he got closer, hoping up and down that this would work. In a moment, he tried to focus, suddenly getting quiet, relaxed, still, as he carefully injected the fluid into her arm, watching over her carefully.

Nothing happened for quite some time, as the butterfly, the dormouse and Klaus all watched on, Klaus’ ears falling behind his head. He shut his eyes tight and looked away, turning and walking off.

“It’s no use…I really am a cursed failure…” he sighed shakily, holding around himself as he continued.

“…Don’t say that…Klaus…”

He nearly leaped out of his waistcoat once he heard that voice. Though weak, it was still definitely a voice. Her voice. He turned and hurried back for her, hugging around her tightly, too elated to realize how tight he was squeezing.

“Nhhh…oww~…” she groaned, though smiling and hugging him back until he pulled away.

“Sorry, sorry, I just…I’m so happy you’re alright! I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…” he whined, crying softly against his palm.

“It’s fine, I’m alright…you’re not a failure…we escaped, didn’t we?” she asked, trying to reassure him. He sniffled and nodded happily.

“Ve did…ve got a little help, zhough,” he smiled, wiping his eyes. “You’ve made friends~ zhey all helped you…” he said, turning to the others.

“Well, good to see ya with color in your cheeks again, lil’ lady~” the butterfly smiled, fluttering down to her.

“Thank g-goodness, you’re ok…y-y-you really had all of u-us w-w-worried!” the dormouse spoke, stepping up timidly to get a better look. She smiled back to him, sitting up slightly, before looking back down the path.

“…What happened to her?”

Klaus looked back as well, biting his lip and looking to her.

“She…got stopped by zhe Hatter and Hare…” he said. “I…vasn’t about to stick around and see how zhey did it…”

“Is she ok?”

“Sh-…She tried to kill you..! Y-…” he looked to her expression, noticing how she was genuinely concerned. He sighed and sat by her, looking away. “She is Zhe Red Queen…but also Zhe Blue Queen…she…hasn’t been vell since taking zhe throne…Zhe King tried his best to help her, and so did I…but…she just kept getting vorse…zhe only help she could get vas from zhe Hatter, but zhey don’t exactly have zhe best history…hopefully, now zhat he has her…Zhe Red Queen vill be gone for good…”

Eloise’s eyes watered slightly, as she turned away and wiped them quickly, nodding in response.

“Hopefully…she…was so kind to me…you all were…and…I still promise to come back, I’ll check to see how she’s doing, how all of you are! Something like this isn’t going to scare me off…” she said, strength returning to her body as she smiled.

Klaus smiled back, secretly trying to ignore the Hatter’s instruction of keeping her from returning, before standing up slowly, helping her back to her feet gently.

“Alright…but first, you’re not exactly ‘home ready’,” he said, looking back to the butterfly. “Have any more of zhat mushroom?”

“Not right now, but I can get more. Be back in a flap!” he said, before flying off, Klaus smiling back to Eloise, placing a gentle hand on top of hers.

He still didn’t know just why he cared so much for her, but somehow, the thought of her leaving didn’t hurt as much. He wanted her safe, and if that meant never seeing her again, he was more than happy to say goodbye.

“Let’s get you home,” he said with a smile, watching the butterfly return.

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Grimes sisters chapter 21

so this is a real game changer but pleas keep reading i promise it makes sense ;D

Parings: Daryl x Alex; Negan x Fabienne

Warnings: angst, smut, death, gore

Words: 1882

Fabienne POV

Negan and I drove home quickly because it had already started to get dark. When we arrived at the sanctuary Simon stormed toward us wanting to talk business with Negan but he just brushed him off “Simon don’t you see that I’m busy? Everything else can wait!” and Simon knew better than to disagree with Negan so he scurried away hastily. Negan took my hand again and pulled upstairs to his small apartment. We stepped inside and he threw the door shut forcefully and pushed me against it attacking my mouth with kisses again. Then I got impatient and started shoving his leather jacket off his shoulders until it fell to the floor. The door was cool against my skin where my shirt had ridden up. Our lips met again in a frenzy and a moan slipped past them. He grinned at me devilishly pulling my gaze up to his eye level “Look at me and tell me what you want!” he whispered with that booming voice of his. “I want you badly, Negan.” I mumbled innocently. That was the last go he needed to shove his hands under my shirt and unclasp my bra. His big calloused hands grabbed my breasts roughly kneading them while his thumbs flicked my nipples. It felt like heaven and I let my head fall back against the metal door moaning loudly. Next my shirt was impatiently ripped in half throwing it behind us. “You’re so damn hot, ya know that?” he asked rhetorically and I could feel his breath on my ear which sent a shiver down my spine. When I had finally stripped him off his shirt as well I glided with my palms over his well shaped torso. Feeling bold my hand slid further down his belly, over his happy trail and then I gripped his groin tightly making him jump a little. “You’re so impatient darlin” he smirked while I had already unbuckled his belt. I wanted him right then and there and I couldn’t wait any longer. Due to my hands shaking he took his pants off himself the rest of the way and I did the same. He immediately was on me again and I shuddered again at the cold door in my back. His half hard dick was trapped between our already sweaty bodies and I groaned inwardly at his size. Negan’s tongue invaded my mouth again and we battled for dominance and I could feel my excitement run down my legs. He had also noticed my growing lust so he put his hands under my ass and whispered “jump!” so I did and wrapped my legs around his middle. Without another warning he slid inside me to the hilt and I forcefully threw my head back against the door groaning. Never had a man filled me so completely and hit all the right spots with the first stroke. Again and again he pushed deeper inside me and hit my g-spot dead on. “Don’t hold back babe. I wanna hear you scream for me.” he groaned. Oh, I was sure I could do that. When I thought it couldn’t get much better he reached even deeper and sped up. My nails were already leaving crescent shaped dents on his back as I neared my finish. All of a sudden he turned us around and walked us to his king size bed without pulling out of me once. Only when he threw me down on it did I bounce away from him and the pleasure he was inflicting on me so I pouted. “On all fours. Now!” he ordered me. I was so turned on from his dominant behavior that I instantly did as he said and wiggled my ass at him. That let him slap my cheek once playfully but it sent shock waves straight to my core. He slapped the other cheek too and sank back into me. The new angle made it oh so much better. Next to slight pain there was even more pleasure than there had been against the wall. “Please Negan take me harder. I need it!” I begged him desperate to reach my release. He sped up again and I felt myself getting closer toward my orgasm. “Shit, baby you’re so damn wet. Sucking me right in!”

My high hit me hard and I squirted all over him and the sheets moaning loud enough so everyone in our home probably heard what was going on upstairs. He fucked me through it and held me close during the aftershocks. Picking up the pace again my orgasm got prolonged and he spilled inside of me shortly after.

Afterward he cuddled up behind me spooning me. His breathing was heavy in my ear but mine was probably too. I turned inside his embrace to kiss him again and snuggle into his chest tracing patterns with my fingertips.

Completely exhausted I fell asleep against him.

The sun was shining heavily above our heads while I was planting in the gardens of the sanctuary. They needed a shit ton of water in this heat. “Morning, darling. You’re up early.” greeted his voice softly from behind me. Smiling I turned around to look at him shielding my eyes from the sunlight. “Good morning. I didn’t wanna wake you. You slept so peacefully.” I got up kissing him passionately. I gotta admit I wasn’t convinced at first that he would be into the whole PDA thing but turned out he had no problem with it. Even though he was of the opinion that he always needed to meme the tough guy to get respect. “Simon had already been asking for you. Maybe you go and find him. It sounded urgent.” he nodded in thanks and bid his farewell. Observing his ass while he was leaving I smirked thinking about last night. I’ve never had had sex like that before.

Rick POV

I had begun my check up round through Alexandria. Everything was still silent and it seemed like most of the citizens were still sleeping. I liked the calm before the storm. Today was the day that Spencer, Abraham and Rosita were gonna come back from a longer supply run and I just prayed that they had found something good. Most importantly food and medicine. “Good morning.” I suddenly heard a yell from the watchtower and saw Michonne. “Mornin’.” I called back. After I had finished my inspection I turned back home where Alex was already setting up the table for breakfast. Striding over toward her I kissed her cheek in thanks but then I couldn’t hold back with a little bickering “Good morning. You two were kinda loud last night.” she turned red as a tomato scratching her neck embarrassed. “Morning dad.” I looked to Carl who was just climbing down the stairs with his sister in his arms. When he had all gathered we ate together. “I’d like to start taking care of the fields today. Daryl was gonna check the walls again and maybe build up some support if necessary.” Alex offered which I agree to. I was going to start with the fighting classes that day.

Later that afternoon the gate was opened and Spencer, Abraham and Rosita’s vehicle was driven through. At first I was relieved but then I noticed two more cars trailing through the gate behind them. When they come to a stop five guys stepped out of the first one and three out of the other. All heavily armed as far as I could tell. The weapons directed at our people. Then behind them a tall man wearing a black leather jacket and slicked back black hair stepped away seemingly unarmed. Until I saw that he was carrying a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire with him. “Who are you? What do you want?” I asked angrily pointing my colt at him. “That is a very fucking bad idea!” He almost chanted cheerfully. That guy was a psycho, my sheriff instincts told me that. “We convinced your friends here that you could spare some stuff for us and they kindly took us with them.” his words were dripping of cynicism and Rosita snorted at him. “We fought for these supplies why don’t you do the same?! Or maybe we can trade.” I tried to reason with the man. “Trading? No way José! Rick, right?” he shattered my plan. “And who are you?” I asked back. “Oh, how impolite of me. My name is Negan and I’m the leader of this group we call saviors.” he strolled a few more steps forward and came to a stop directly behind Spencer, Abraham and Rosita. His men shoved them so they were pushed to their knees. Out of my peripheral view I saw Daryl aiming his crossbow at the intruders angrily. “Just give us half of your shit and that car there and we’ll be gone. Or else you’ll regret it!” he underlined his intention again. As I was still considering my options I suddenly felt a small hand on my shoulder. It was Alex with tears in her eyes “Please Rick, do what they say.” she sniveled but I just shook my head at her. We couldn't give that much away. We needed it ourselves. “Alright if that’s how you want it.” Negan pulled up his shoulders and did something no one would have expected.

He raised the bat and smashed Spencer’s head again and again. All around me I heard gasps and cries and to say I was shocked was the understatement of the year. “Rick...” I heard Alex whimper and she clawed at my arm shuddering hard. I didn’t want to submit but I couldn’t risk anyone else dying so I showed them to our storage room. “That looks fucking fantastic. Pack everything up except that stuff over there so they will still be able to find new shit for us.” he ordered his men. After they had everything they wanted loaded up they drove away with the promise of coming back.  Everyone was still so shocked that no one knew how to react. “Damn it!” Daryl cursed running desperately up and down and I was damn close to joining him. We needed to find away to prevent that from happening a second time. “We can’t give up our supplies to them all the time. Who knows how often they will come back!” I whispered to myself. While I was trying to deal with our current crisis Abraham and a few others had taken Spencer’s body to bury him properly. Rosita was on the verge of a complete melt down. She always played tough but this completely broke her.

Later that day I sat at the kitchen table not being able to expel those images out of my head. We needed to find a solution to this misery. Maybe I should have gone out and tried to find that place they were holing up in. But first we needed a proper plan to deal with this. Daryl came up and sat down next me “We’re gonna find a way.” he grunted.

I couldn’t shake the guilt from my conscience especially about Spencer dying.