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In the Event of My Demise | Ralvez

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Title inspo- In the Event of my Demise - Jake Bugg

A/N - this is for @imagining-in-the-margins Comfort Challenge. Thank you to the wonderful @tobias-hankel for being my beta! Set post 13.6 The Bunker. Includes references to 12.22 Red Light. I wrote this in a like a day, but I don’t hate it so, yeah.

Summary - months after his release from prison, Spencer Reid still hasn’t allowed himself to deal with the residual trauma of what happened to him. When a local case triggers his inevitable breakdown, Luke Alvez must pull Spencer back from the brink or risk losing him to his demons forever.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Luke Alvez (platonic ish)

Category - hurt / comfort | angst | hopeful ending

Content Warnings - Mentions of prison arc, Cat Adams and Lindsey Vaughn and Mr Scratch, talk of PTSD, therapy, swearing, mental breakdowns, possible psychotic breaks, small mention of blood, mentions of sexual assault (as per canon), talk of being drugged, Spencer losing his grip on reality, tears, a broken man just needing a hug, hidden feelings.

WC - 7.6k

Profiling hadn’t come naturally to Luke Alvez. As a former army ranger turned fugitive task force agent it wasn’t something he’d ever had to be versed in. He was a man hunter, he didn’t read human behaviour the way the rest of the BAU did every single day. Picking up on little nuances and tiny changes in a person's tone of voice or posture wasn’t something that came easily to him.

Luke was used to being more hands on. The physical aspect of the job was no issue for him whatsoever. He could chase down an unsub no problem. In all honesty he could run circles around most of his team, with the exception of Simmons anyway. But Matt’s background in the IRT meant he had a better grasp on profiling and despite joining the team later than Luke, seemed to be flourishing in this environment.

But Luke was no quitter and he refused to be average at anything he did. So he studied, he read every book he could get his hands on about profiling and human behaviour so Hotch didn’t change his mind about hiring him. And progressively his skills were improving and he started to finally feel like a valid member of the team.

Still he was a novice in comparison to the rest of the BAU, which was why it was so odd for him to be the only one who seemed to notice that one of their own was struggling.

It made perfect sense. After what he’d been through of course he would be. But in the aftermath of the whole Scratch debacle, the youngest team members' issues seemed to get swept under the rug. But Luke noticed. Luke couldn’t help but notice.

If Luke was completely honest with himself he’d done nothing but notice Doctor Spencer Reid since the first day they met, over case files about the Crimson King. Luke was instantly enthralled by the young genius, fascinated by the way he seemed to know something about everything. And his beautiful golden eyes certainly didn’t help matters either.

He could probably attribute a lot of his newfound profiling skills to his observations of Spencer. He noted and catalogued every facial expression, every verbal and non verbal tick of the captivating man. After only a few months Luke could have written the Idiots Guide to Spencer Reid. He consumed everything pertaining to him without even really meaning to. So maybe that was why he saw through Spencer’s attempts to pretend he was just fine that everyone else seemed to buy.

They’d just finished up on a local case working with the Richmond Field Office, in which several women had been abducted over the past five years. It came to a head when Spencer and JJ were following up on a lead that landed them trapped in the unsubs underground bunker.

“Oh boy wonder!” Garcia gasped the second the elevator doors creaked open and Spencer’s frame was revealed inside the metal shaft. How long she’d been standing there, awaiting his return, was anybody's guess. “Are you ok? That must have been horrible for you.”

She’d already give JJ the once over, ensuring her friend had come out of that situation unscathed. But Spencer she was more concerned about. Being trapped in an enclosed space like that after his time in prison had to have been a living nightmare for him.

Spencer shuffled out of the elevator, avoiding eye contact with the bubbly blonde and willing to just be left alone. As soon as he was close enough, Penelope gripped him by the shoulders, trying to force him to make eye contact.

“I’m fine, seriously. Please stop fussing over me.” Spencer shook off Garcia’s attempts to coddle him.

“But after what you’ve been through…gosh it must have been so scary.” She ignored him trying to step away and threw her arms around the touch averse genius, despite him attempting to wriggle free.

“It would have been scary for anyone, Garcia.” He kept his arms at his sides while Garcia practically hugged the air from his lungs.

Luke watched on from just inside the glass double doors. He could see the discomfort in Spencer’s eyes that he kept focused on the ground, could sense the fact that the younger man just wanted to be left alone. Garcia on the other hand clearly missed these signals.

“Stop trying to act brave.” She mumbled against his shoulder.

“No one’s acting, Garcia. I’m fine. Please can we…” he raised his arms now and placed a hand on each of her biceps.

Luke continued to watch as Spencer gently guided the tech analyst off of him, peeling her away from his body and taking a few steps back from her.

Garcia’s eyes were wide with sadness as she looked at Spencer and once again, Spencer averted his gaze.

“No one would think any less of you if you were affected by this, Spence.” She whispered, Luke had to strain himself to hear her.

He noticed Spencer’s shoulder stiffen, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides while he kept up his stare off with the floor.

“Good to know.” He nodded, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth the way Luke knew he did when he was uncomfortable. “Can I use the bathroom now?”

“Oh,” Garcia nodded, stepping back from Spencer’s path. “Of course! Sorry to keep you.”

Spencer didn’t reply, simply offered her a small shake of his head before he hurried past her down the corridor.

That had been close to an hour ago now. The rest of the team had called it a night but Luke remained alone in the office. Spencer’s jacket and satchel hung on the back of his chair so he knew the younger man wouldn’t have left and Luke couldn’t bring himself to leave while Spencer was still here.

He spent the better part of a half hour trying to talk himself into checking on Spencer. He didn’t want to overstep the mark, he’d seen the way in which he’d shot Garcia down when she tried to talk to him and could only assume he would meet a similar fate. Maybe he could just let Spencer know he was here, that he could talk to him if he needed someone. Spencer would no doubt reject him, but at least Luke might be able to sleep a little easier at night knowing he’d tried.

Either way Luke knew he wasn’t going to leave before he saw Spencer, so no matter how long this internal debate went on, it was always going to end the same. So he swallowed his nerves and forced himself down to the men’s bathroom.

***

Spencer Reid was incredibly adept at compartmentalisation. It was something that came part and parcel of being an FBI Agent for so many years.

Frequently it was required to put his own feelings aside, separate the personal from the professional. He was so well versed in it, it came as second nature at this point.

But there was never more need for this skill after his release from Milburn.

When JJ had led him out of the prison gates and he’d seen Penelope standing there, eyes glossy with tears, he’d had to force back his own. He’d fallen into her arms, relishing in the feeling of being out, in the arms of one of his best friends and he’d almost crumbled.

But he couldn’t. Not yet.

His mom was still missing and if he had any chance of finding her he had to face off with Cat Adams again first. And to do that, he had to be in control of his emotions.

He pigeonholed his feelings, putting a little pin in them for the time being. If he showed Cat any sign of weakness, no matter how small, his mother was as good as dead.

And then once they found his mom alive and well, he’d almost allowed himself to succumb to all those emotions he’d bottled up in the past three months. Almost. But then he’d had to put his breakdown on hold again when Scratch kidnapped Emily.

He barely held it together during that case, one he wasn’t even supposed to be working as he wasn’t technically reinstated. Throwing books at walls and scaring the living daylights out of Garcia certainly wasn’t the signs of a healthy, well adjusted man. Luke had confronted him when he couldn’t stop pressing his palms into his eye sockets, trying to make him feel better with his talks of PTSS. And maybe it worked for a short while. It helped at the very least to get Spencer through until Emily was found.

Once she was back and safe he expected himself to crumble. But then he was mandated therapy and had to go through the whole rigmarole of being perceived to be capable enough to be reinstated. So once again his breakdown had to be put on the backburner just long enough for his therapist to deem him stable enough to return to work. And once that happened he was working back to back cases, teaching whenever he wasn’t at the BAU and his demise fell by the wayside.

He didn’t have a second to stop and let himself fragment, and maybe in part, that was intentional. Maybe he’d deliberately kept himself busy to stop himself from reliving the three months he spent in prison so as to protect himself. Because Spencer knew that once he gave in, once he allowed himself to deal with the full weight of what he’d been through, he’d never come back from it.

He didn’t exactly know why today was the day he’d spiralled. Arguably being in that bunker, trapped in a confined space once again was clearly the trigger. He knew it wouldn’t take much to push him over the ledge he’d been straddling since his arrest. And now the straw had broken the proverbial camel's back and Spencer had snapped, spiralling into the abyss he’d been narrowly avoiding since he’d been released and he was sure there would be no recovering from this.

He’d excused himself to use the bathroom but time had ceased to exist since then. He could have been gone five minutes or five days for all he knew. He’d made it into the bathroom, to the sink and the mirror hanging above it. But he hadn’t seen his own reflection staring back at him; Cat Adams was staring back at him. She smirked at him before she started laughing maniacally, chiding him about what a fucking mess she’d made of him and his life.

Oh Spencie, I really did ruin you didn’t I? You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you like this. Broken. Destroyed. I took everything from you and I loved every minute of it.

Her sick and twisted voice sounded out around him and when he blocked his ears with his hands her voice only got louder. Her laughter grew more menacing, her image swarming his brain even when he closed his eyes. He stumbled backwards from the mirror and collapsed on the floor, hands still pressed firmly against his ears and eyes screwed tightly shut, mumbling under his breath.

Go away! Leave me alone, you bitch! You don’t get to win, I won’t let you beat me!

And that was how Luke found him.

Seeing his friend on the bathroom floor, muttering and rocking and back and forth had all the makings of a psychotic break. Luke had never had to deal with someone in a situation like this. Was it similar to sleepwalking? Would it be dangerous to try and snap Spencer out of his state? It was only when he noticed the blood that his rational thinking flew out of the window and he darted to Spencer’s side.

“Reid? Oh my god, Reid are you ok?” He threw himself on the floor next to Spencer, quickly finding the source of the blood.

His knuckles were shredded and judging by the broken glass shards littered around him, Luke thought it was a pretty safe bet that Spencer had punched the mirror.

“Reid? Can you hear me, man?” He pried Spencer’s right hand away from his ear and inspected the wound. It was still bleeding but it looked as though there was thankfully no glass in his knuckles.

“Leave me alone you bitch!” Spencer screamed, banging his head back against the tiled wall. “Just leave me alone!”

“Reid, it’s Luke. Spencer? It’s just me. Can you look at me?” He used his free hand to cup Spencer’s jaw, hoping the contact would make Spencer open his eyes.

It did. But Luke almost wished he hadn’t.

Spencer’s usually animated and beautiful eyes were void of any kind of emotion. He was looking right at Luke but he could tell Spencer couldn’t see him.

“Please. I just want to forget.” He mumbled now, lip quivering.

“Spencer, who are you talking to?” Luke was pretty sure he already knew the answer to that but he asked it all the same.

Spencer’s pupils dilated before shrinking again a few times as if he was trying to adjust to the face in front of him. Blood was dripping from his knuckles onto Luke’s hand but he barely noticed.

“Spencer?” Luke tried again. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Spencer’s eyes glazed over and his head rolled back against the wall. When he spoke it was only one word but it haunted Luke to his core.

“C-Cat.” He mumbled and then his entire body went limp and his eyes fell closed. His body seemed to crumble but thankfully Luke’s reaction times were faster and he managed to hold his arms out for Spencer to fall into, his head crashing against Luke’s chest as opposed to the hard floor.

***

“Leave me alone you bitch!”

“Spencie, it’s only me. Spencer? It’s just me. Can you look at me?”

“Please. I just want to forget.”

“Spencie, who the hell do you think you’re talking to?”

“C-Cat.”

The next thing Spencer was conscious of was the sound of an engine idling. With his eyes closed he imagined himself behind the wheel of that truck, hauling ass through the Mexican desert in his pursuit of Lindsey Vaughn. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times as the light from an overhead street lamp flooded his retinas.

The vibrations from the vehicle rumbled through his legs and up his spine and aided in bringing him back down to earth. He felt a presence next to him and he slowly turned his head to the side. He held his breath, genuinely afraid he would meet the eyes of the woman who had ruined his life. But it wasn’t the evil hit woman he found looking back at him from the driver's seat. He breathed a sigh of relief as he met the other man’s gaze.

“Luke,” he whispered, nodding his head a little. “Hi.”

“You have no idea how good it is to hear you say my name.” Luke’s lip twitched into a smile but his eyes were sad.

“Where are we?” Spencer ignored the confusion that swelled in his brain at Luke’s words and tried to focus on something smaller.

“In my car. Outside your apartment.”

Spencer frowned, glancing away from Luke and out of the passenger’s window. He cast his eyes up at the familiar building they were parked in front of.

“Right. Ok.” He nodded but his confusion was written on his face.

It was then he noticed a pain in his right hand and he looked down to where it was cradled in his lap to see a thick bandage around his knuckles. Spencer’s head was spinning. He had so many questions that were fighting for first place that it quickly induced a throbbing in his temples.

He raised his hands to the sides of his head and dug his fingers into his skin, massaging the offending areas.

“Are you ok?” Luke sounded panic stricken all of a sudden and he reached across the centre console and placed his hand on Spencer’s knee.

“Hmm.” Spencer mumbled. “Just…a lot of things going on in my head.”

“You never let yourself deal with what happened to you in prison.” Luke removed his hand and sat back in his seat.

Spencer didn’t reply, just continued to knead his temples furiously.

“Let me help you inside.” Luke unfastened his seatbelt and opened the car door.

Spencer hadn’t moved by the time he rounded the vehicle and opened his own door. It took him a few more seconds to snap back and he lowered his hands so he could undo his seatbelt.

He swung his legs out of the car and they shook a little when he stood. He used the door to steady himself for a moment before he trusted himself to move. Luke hovered behind him as he walked, scared the man might collapse but thankfully he made it to the door. Luke followed him inside, carrying his bag and jacket he’d taken from Spencer’s desk.

He stayed close behind Spencer as he took to the stairs and watched as he fumbled a little unlocking his front door, clearly still not fully with it. It could take a while for him to come back completely. If he ever did. Luke’s main priority became making sure that didn’t happen.

Spencer let him inside and if he realised the state or his apartment, he didn’t show it. While he kicked off his converse and hung up his blazer, Luke surveyed the chaos of Spencer’s usually perfectly tidy home. He’d only ever been yhere a handful of times, mostly when Spencer was incarcerated and Luke would accompany JJ or Garcia to visit Spencer’s mom. It had struck him each time how pristine the apartment was. Everything seemed to have a place, not a single book was out of line. And right now it was barely recognisable as Spencer’s home.

He imagined the state of the apartment reflected the state of Spencer’s mind. Books had been ripped from their places on the shelves and tossed haphazardly across the room, some pages even having been torn from their spines as if Spencer had been searching for some kind of answer within those books. Dirty mugs and plates littered his desk and coffee table. A bottle of red wine had spilt and soaked into the rug next to the couch. Case files and pieces of paper were strewn around the room but Spencer didn’t seem to notice.

Luke watched him head across the room, expertly stepping over the debris in a path he’d memorised in his head. He bypassed the couch and strolled straight into his bedroom, seemingly forgetting Luke was with him.

“I’m gonna uh…put the kettle on.” Luke called after him but he received no response.

Sighing to himself, Luke carefully stepped around the destruction on route to the kitchen. He found that room in much the same state of disarray. Cupboards were left open, the sink was full to bursting with dirty dishes, coffee powder and sugar granules coated much of the counter. There were no clean mugs so after he filled the kettle and set it to boil he started on some of Spencer’s washing up.

He got about half way through the pile by the time it boiled and left the dishes to dry on the draining rack. He fixed Spencer a coffee, with slightly less sugar than the genius usually took, Luke thought he was probably on edge enough. He carried the coffee through the living room, dodging book detritus on his way.

Spencer’s bedroom door was open so Luke didn’t knock, he shuffled his way inside to find it much like the other rooms in the apartment, this one was also trashed. His bed was unmade, the sheet untucked from one corner and peeling back from the mattress while the duvet sat crumpled at the end. It seemed as though he’d emptied the entirety of his closet across his bedroom floor and items of clothing lay creased in piles all over the place.

The only thing not in Spencer’s bedroom was Spencer.

Luke placed the coffee mug on the bureau in the corner as he picked up on the sound he’d missed when he entered the room. He frowned as he looked towards the door at the far side, presumably leading to the bathroom. The shower was running. That was a good sign, right?

Wrong.

“Reid, you ok in there?” Luke shuffled towards the door that had been left cracked an inch.

Spencer didn’t reply, all that could be heard was the sound of the water from the shower head.

“Spencer? Talk to me, man.” He was right by the door now, one hand flush on the wood.

Once again he got no response. The last thing Luke wanted to do was walk in on Spencer in the shower. Well, not the last thing. It wasn’t as though Luke had never imagined sharing a shower with the eccentric and beautiful genius, it just hadn’t been under these particular circumstances. He edged the door open slightly, not daring to step in just yet, not unless he felt he had to.

“Spencer? Please answer me.” He tried again but once again he was met by silence.

He had two options. One, he waited it out, hoped that eventually Spencer would come out of the bathroom and Luke wouldn’t have to invade his privacy. Or secondly, he could go and check on Spencer only to find the man was probably just showering off a long day. But something in his gut was telling him that Spencer wasn’t simply showering. He knew what he had to do. With a sigh, Luke pushed open the bathroom door and stepped inside.

***

“I’m gonna uh…put the kettle on.”

Spencer registered Luke’s voice from the other room but he didn’t process his words. Stepping into his bedroom and once again catching the woman glaring at him from the mirror over the bureau, he was lost to his own world.

Ask me how I did it. Come on, ask me.

How did you do it?

I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.

You’re lying. That didn’t happen.

Why would I lie to you, Spencie? I’m many things, but a liar isn’t one of them.

He spun away from the mirror, rage pulsing through every one of his veins. She had to be lying, she couldn’t have done that to him. Even by Cat’s standards that had to be too far.

But what if she wasn’t lying? He was missing such a large chunk of time from that Mexican hotel, he would probably never be able to piece together what had happened to him. Cat’s baby may not be his, but that’s not to say Lindsey hadn’t assaulted him while he’d been drugged.

No. It’s not true. Even you wouldn’t stoop so low.

I wanted to hurt you worse than you’ve been before. I’d stop at nothing to destroy you, Spencer.

“No, no. Couldn’t have happened. Wouldn’t have happened.” He started to pace, ignoring the discarded clothing on the floor.

His skin started to itch and he felt unfathomably dirty all of a sudden. He unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt and forced his sleeve up to his elbow, scratching the skin of his forearm to relieve some tension. It didn’t work. He felt like his skin was boiling, like it might melt off of his body. He wasn’t clean. If what Cat said was true he might never be clean again.

“Dirty. Dirty. I’m unclean. I’m filthy.” His feet led him to the bathroom without realising where he was going.

Once in the bathroom he turned on the shower and without bothering to get undressed he climbed into the tub and sat under the flow of water. It cascaded around him, soaking through his shirt and slacks in no time at all. He pulled his legs to his chest and hugged his knees.

“Unclean. I’m so unclean.” He mumbled against the sodden fabric of his pants.

He kept muttering to himself, hoping the water would cleanse of him whatever Lindsey did or didn’t do to him in Mexico. He was so caught up in his battle with the voices in his head he forgot Luke’s presence in his apartment and didn’t hear him calling for him. He didn’t hear the door creak open or the footsteps on the linoleum floor.

When Luke pulled back the shower curtain, he covered his eyes with one hand, not wanting to deliberately see Spencer naked in the shower although at any other point in time he would be ok with that outcome. He peaked out between his fingers and found Spencer on the floor of the tub, wet clothes clinging to his frame that appeared so small and fragile as he hugged his legs tightly.

“I’m unclean.” He spoke, his voice monotone. But Luke knew it wasn’t him he was speaking to.

Luke felt his heart practically shatter in his chest. It was worse than he thought. So much worse. He wasn’t sure he could handle this on his own. But who would he call? He had to try and step up for Spencer.

“Spence, buddy. Can you hear me?”

Spencer stopped mumbling all of a sudden and his eyes shot up to Luke. For the second time that day Luke saw the lack of recognition in his friend's eyes.

“Spencer, it’s me, Luke. Luke Alvez.” He reached out and switched off the faucet and the water from the shower ceased to fall.

Spencer resembled a frightened newborn animal, thrust into the world without a clue as to where they came from. His wet hair fell in his eyes and his white shirt was all but see through. His fingers drummed against his shin and he rocked a little in the tub.

“Am I…am I clean?” He asked, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.

“Yeah man,” Luke sniffed back his anguish. “You’re all clean. Let’s get you dried off.”

Luke had seen the tapes of the interrogation of Cat Adams after Spencer’s release. He knew what Cat had told him, that she’d had Lindsey sexually assault him while he was under the influence, and it was clear to him that’s what this had to be about.

If she really did that to him I’ll kill her with my bare hands. Both of them. If he doesn’t come back from this I’ll kill them too.

Spencer let Luke help him to his feet and out of the tub with little to no protest. He stood in the bathroom, clothes dripping all over the floor but Spencer neither noticed or cared.

Luke grabbed a towel off of the rail and turned back to Spencer who was staring at the wall, unmoving. He couldn’t let Spencer stay in these wet clothes, he had to undress him.

This is so not how I pictured this happening.

“Spencer, you with me?” Luke asked, standing in his line of sight.

Spencer didn’t speak, but he nodded his head a little.

“Ok, good. I’m gonna have to get you out of these clothes ok?”

Again Spencer simply nodded in reply.

Luke sighed as he stepped forward and brought his slightly shaking hands up to the top button of Spencer’s shirt. He started slowly popping the buttons, peeling the wet fabric away from Spencer’s skin, untucking it from his pants and finally discarding it on the edge of the bath.

His bandage on his knuckles was sodden, Luke would have to find a first aid kit and redress his wound. But one problem at a time.

He wrapped the towel around Spencer’s shoulders, keeping his eyes averted and not letting himself look at Spencer’s exposed torso for longer than necessary. He wanted to look, but it would feel like taking advantage of him. Spencer was more vulnerable than he’d ever been and Luke wasn’t abusing his trust.

Once the towel was secured around his shoulders, Spencer surprised him by raising his arms and gripping the edge of the downy fabric, keeping it tightly around himself. Luke smiled a little to himself, it was at least some kind of progress.

“Can you hear me, Spencer? I’m going to need to hear your voice.”

Spencer blinked a few times, still nodding his head. But then he opened his mouth.

“Yes.” He croaked out. “Yes I can hear you, Luke.”

Luke had never been so happy to hear his name. He offered Spencer a weak smile in return.

“Thank you.” He swallowed. “Do you think you can get your pants off while I find you some dry clothes?”

Spencer narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to process what Luke was saying. He blinked several more times in quick succession.

“Y-yes.” He nodded again. “Yes. I t-think I can do that.”

“Good. Great.” Luke encouraged him. “I’ll grab you some clothes, I’ll be right back ok?”

Spencer nodded, looking down at his lower body as Luke left the room. For some unbeknownst reason, it seemed like an impossible feat ahead of him, more like scaling Mount Everest than the simple act of undressing. Spencer found a lot recently that the usually most effortless of tasks posed themselves as some of the biggest obstacles. Cleaning dirty dishes. Doing laundry. Putting a book away. They’d become mammoth undertakings that he saw as impossible to achieve.

But Luke was here now. Luke was here and Cat wasn’t. He had to keep reminding himself of that. And Luke had asked him to do this simple task, he could do it for him.

Just focus. Unbutton the pants. Take them off. It’s not that hard.

Luke surveyed the scattered clothes on the bedroom floor, trying to spot something comfortable for Spencer to wear. He rummaged around for a while until he found an old pair of checked pyjama pants and a CalTech t-shirt. They weren’t necessarily clean, but they would have to do for now.

“Spencer?” He called through to the bathroom. “Can I come in?”

“Hmm.” Was all the response he received.

Unsure if that meant Spencer was decent or not, he cautiously entered the bathroom again. Spencer’s pants were in a pile on the floor and he dared look at the man, breathing a sigh of relief to see he had the towel wrapped around his waist. He was staring off at the wall, in some kind of trance once again.

The speed in which Spencer was slipping in and out of the world around him was terrifying. Luke really was in over his head here, he didn’t have experience with this kind of psychosis, if that’s what this was. Maybe it was just extreme exhaustion coupled with extreme trauma. Either way, Luke was not equipped to deal with whatever Spencer was going through. But he wasn’t about to stop trying.

“Can you get dressed?” He proffered the clothes towards Spencer but the other man didn’t move.

With a sigh Luke moved closer to him, and when Spencer didn’t show any signs of noticing him, he slipped the shirt over his head. Spencer’s limbs were like a rag doll as Luke worked on getting his arms in the sleeves and Spencer did nothing to help. He smoothed it down so it was covering Spencer’s torso and tried to not dwell on how fucking weird this was.

Getting his pants on was going to be a little more difficult. And potentially awkward. Luke kneeled down in front of Spencer, wrapping his hand gently around Spencer’s left ankle and guiding it into one leg of the pants. He repeated the movement with the other leg, all the while Spencer stood frozen.

Standing up and taking the sides of the pants, he pulled them up with him, over Spencer’s calves and thighs until he reached the towel. Luke looked up at the ceiling as he pulled the garment up under the towel, trying to save as much of Spencer’s dignity as he could. Once he had them secured around Spencer’s hips, he got rid of the towel for the younger man.

“Do you have a first aid kit?” Luke looked at the sopping bandage.

Spencer’s eyes dilated like they had earlier before shrinking again, like he was trying to focus on something but Luke wasn’t sure what. He didn’t get any other kind of communication from him. Luke sighed to himself and looked around the bathroom. He kept his own first aid kit in a cupboard over the sink. Spencer didn’t have a cupboard over the sink. But there was one under it.

He moved across the room and crouched down to open the cupboard. To his relief the little kit he was looking for was tucked away inside. He pulled it out and found a bandage inside. He brought it back over to Spencer and the other man didn’t show any signs of registering Luke raising his right hand and carefully unwrapping the wet bandage.

His knuckles were caked in dried blood so without saying anything he guided Spencer to the sink and turned on the faucet. He held Spencer’s hand under the flow of water, gently brushing the blood from his skin with his thumb. Once his hand was clean he used a towel to dab his hand dry before reapplying the new bandage. The whole time Spencer didn’t look at him, didn’t move.

He secured the bandage and looked back up to meet Spencer’s eye which was harder than it should have been.

“When was the last time you ate?” Luke asked him softly.

Once again Spencer was looking at him but his gaze went through him. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Are you hungry?” He tried again and was met by a shake of Spencer’s head.

“Tired?”

This time Spencer nodded.

“Ok, I can put you to bed?”

Again Spencer nodded, but he didn’t move. Luke had to try and pretend this whole situation wasn’t entirely breaking his heart. He had to keep his emotions at bay, tell himself this wasn’t killing him to see Spencer like this otherwise he wouldn’t be able to get through this. And Spencer needed him to be strong right now.

He wrapped an arm around Spencer’s waist and Spencer seemed to deflate in an instant. His body crumpled against Luke’s, his entire weight being held up solely by Luke’s strong arms. Luke slowly started towards the bed, Spencer’s feet dragging along the floor like he physically didn’t have the energy left to lift his legs.

Luke guided him onto the bed and when he let go of the younger man, he caved in on himself, flopping to the mattress where Luke had set him down. With a heavy heart, he took Spencer’s feet and swung them up onto the bed. He located the duvet, briefly noting the coffee he’d made on the bureau and making a mental note to clear it away, before draping the sheet over Spencer still form.

He was curled on his side, eyes still open, staring straight ahead at the opposite wall. Luke couldn’t help but crouch next to the bed and stroke Spencer’s wet hair back off of his face. When he went to pull away he was startled by Spencer grabbing his wrist.

His long, slender fingers wrapped around him, his eyes suddenly staring right at him. He looked as if he had so much to say but didn’t know how to voice it. Luke tried to encourage him without the use of words. This time there was no doubt in his mind as to whether or not Spencer recognised him. It was the clearest he’d looked at Luke since he’d found him in the bathroom at the BAU. Spencer knew who he was. A little piece of him was coming back.

“Are you leaving?” Spencer’s voice sounded hollow, distant and so unlike himself.

“I was going to let you get some rest. But I can come back tomorrow if you’d like?” Luke’s hand was still on Spencer’s forehead, being held in place by Spencer’s grip on his wrist.

“Don’t leave me alone.” He whispered. “Don’t leave me alone with her.”

Luke wasn’t sure if the her he referred to was Cat or Lindsey but it didn’t particularly matter. There was no way on earth Luke was going to let Spencer be alone if he didn’t want to be. He was going to be here for as long as Spencer needed or wanted him to be.

Spencer let go of Luke’s wrist as if testing the waters to see if he would leave. Luke stroked back the rest of his hair and smiled softly at the terrified looking man in front of him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He assured him. “Get some rest, I’ll be right out there.” He nodded his head towards the door, but Spencer was shaking his head.

“No.” He whimpered. “No, she can still get to me when you’re gone.”

Luke felt a sharp pang in his chest, his heart breaking even further at the sad, pathetic tone in Spencer’s voice.

“What would you like me to do, Spencer? I’ll do anything you need me to.”

Spencer rolled his bottom lip between his teeth as though contemplating this for a moment or two. Then he heaved a pent up sigh and slowly rolled over a little, patting the now free space on the mattress with his bandaged hand.

“Lay with me?” He sniffed, and that’s when Luke noticed the tears behind his eyes. “Please. Please don’t go.”

It was hard to say exactly how many pieces Luke’s heart was shattered into at this point. Every bone in his body, every muscle, ached for the torment that must be going on in Spencer’s head.

“Ok. I can do that.” Luke gave him a slightly shaky smile.

When he stood back up, Spencer whined a little but Luke offered him a look to tell him he wasn’t leaving. He shrugged off his jacket and toed off his boots before lowering himself to the bed in the small space Spencer had created for him. He swung his legs up, settling his head back against the pillow.

As soon as he was settled Spencer quickly shuffled as close as was physically possible to Luke, his head coming to rest on Luke’s chest, nuzzling himself into Luke’s side.

An ear piercing sob wracked Spencer’s whole body and he buried his head into the fabric of Luke’s t-shirt. Luke wrapped Spencer in his arms, pulling him impossibly closer. He ran his fingers through Spencer’s wet and tangled hair and held him while he sobbed, imagining they were the first tears he’d let escape since his release. He clutched Luke’s shirt, balling the material up in his hand furiously.

“It’s ok cariño, I’m here. It’s ok.” He cooed, rocking Spencer slightly.

“Will it ever get better? Will she ever leave?” Spencer’s muffled sobs were hard to make out but Luke got the gist of it.

“I promise you it will get better. If it’s the last thing I do, I will help you through this, Spencer.”

Spencer became incoherent after that, crying and mumbling into Luke’s chest while Luke held him and tried to provide a little semblance of comfort to the man who needed it so much.

Hours seemed to pass and at one point Luke worried he may never stop crying. But eventually he wore himself out, or ran out of tears or maybe even both. His breathing started to calm, evening out slowly until his body went limp in Luke’s arms.

Luke didn’t expect Spencer would have a peaceful night's sleep, but it just might be restful enough for him to garner the energy to fight his demons another day.

***

Spencer’s eyes fluttered and he grumbled at the slight dull ache in the back of his head. He was used to waking up with a headache, that was a side effect of all the pent up emotions and thoughts he refused to let win.

But today was different. It wasn’t the typical excruciating pain he was used to waking up with, the kind no amount of Advil could tame. It was just a dull throb, relatively minor. He could definitely deal with that.

It took him a moment or two to realise that his pillow beneath his head was significantly harder than he remembered it being. He forced his eyes open, rubbed them with one hand and blinked a few times.

He shuffled a little, trying to find a comfortable spot but it was like his pillow had been replaced by…

“Morning, Reid.”

Spencer swallowed thickly as his eyes looked up into those of Luke Alvez. The pillow beneath his head, not a pillow at all, but Luke’s rock hard chest.

It was then Spencer realised his right leg was draped over Luke’s and his arm was wrapped around Luke’s waist.

Luke’s cheeks were flushed red as he looked down at the younger man using him as a life sized stuffed animal. Spencer blinked a few more times, trying to remember how he’d ended up here, in the arms of the one man he’d always wanted to find in his bed.

“Uh…hi?” Spencer croaked, his confusion written all over his face. He didn’t move though, he wasn’t sure why other than the fact being in Luke’s arms was warm and he felt safe. “Did I drink last night?”

“No.” Luke chuckled sadly, bringing his hand up to Spencer’s face and brushing back his unruly curls from his forehead. “You don’t remember?”

“No.” Spencer swallowed again. “I think that…maybe it’s best that I don’t. At least right now anyway.”

“Why’s that?” Luke kept stroking his hair and Spencer adored the way it felt.

“Because,” Spencer smiled a little, the tiniest movement of his lip but it was more than Luke had seen in a long time. “For the first time since I left prison, I feel light. And I don’t want that to go away just yet.”

“Fair enough.” Luke smiled back at him, fingertips grazing down from his forehead, down his cheek and jaw until he let it fall to his side. “We will have to talk about it though.”

“I know.” Spencer nodded, dreading what he could have gotten himself into to end up here. “But for now, can we just stay like this? Just a little longer?”

“Of course we can.” Luke agreed.

Spencer settled back onto Luke’s chest and Luke held him tightly. Spencer didn’t know how he’d ended up here but it was the best thing that could have happened to him. For the first time in months, Spencer Reid felt safe. He felt calm, like just for a moment his demons were silenced by the strong arms of Luke. It wouldn’t last, he was sure of it, but that didn’t matter right now. All that he cared about in that moment was how unburdened he felt for the first time since Mexico, since Cat Adams and Lindsey Vaughn. Maybe even for the first time ever.

Chances were it would pass, like most good things in his life. But for now Spencer was going to relish in the peace and quiet for as long as it lasted. Here in Luke’s arms he was safe from harm, protected from the wicked clutches of Cat Adams and all the other evils of the world. Luke Alvez was Spencer’s guardian angel, that he was sure of.

The two men laid in silence for some time, Luke’s hand languidly stroking Spencer’s hair while Spencer concentrated on the rhythmic beating of Luke’s heart.

Eventually, a sigh escaped Luke’s lips and his hand stilled on the back of Spencer’s neck.

“You know you need to get help right? The professional kind.” He spoke in hushed tones, not wanting to startle the younger man.

“Yeah I know.” Spencer’s voice trembled. “But Luke?” Spencer shifted in his arms so he could look up at Luke through watery eyes.

“Yes, Spencer?”

“I don’t know if I can…if I can do it alone.” He swallowed thickly, his eyes pleading Luke to never leave him.

Luke smiled at him and couldn’t stop himself when he bowed his head and placed a tender kiss on Spencer’s forehead.

He’d known from the moment he met Spencer that he’d do just about anything for this man. That had never changed, he’d never wavered from his belief that he would protect this creature with his life. If anything, at that moment, he was even more sure of that fact. If Spencer Reid needed him, he could have him, in any capacity.

Spencer’s lips twitched into a smile at the sensation of Luke’s lips pressing against his fragile skin. When Luke pulled away, he saw a light behind Spencer’s eyes he hadn’t seen since before his arrest.

He had a long way to go, huge mountains left to climb. But he’d take it one day at a time, and Luke would be there for him every painful step of the way.

“You’ll never be alone, Spencer.” He whispered, cupping the other man’s jaw lightly in his palm. “I promise you, you’ll never be alone again.”

Spencer’s tears overflowed at the sentiment as he nodded his head in understanding. He had a long, dark road ahead of him, but as long as Luke Alvez was the light guiding his way, the shadows lining his path didn’t seem quite as formidable as they did yesterday.

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sixofpomegranates · 2 years

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"I told you, if i can't fix your problems, I'll just get rid of them."

♜𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠♖— 𝚂.𝚁.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Unsub!Fem!Reader

A/N: !Skin Color & Ethnicity Neutral! Inspired by a book idea I have.

CW: angst 18+ | Mentions of Spencer's canon TRAUMA/Cat Adams/Murder/Crime Scenes, PTSD, GORE, failing justice system, very vague Sex Scenes,

I'd often found myself in helpless situations. I was kidnapped, tortured, drugged, held hostage, almost sacrificed... The thing that always got me through was my fundamental belief in justice.

I never did bad, always played by the rules. I helped the helpless, I caught the bad guys, and I hated myself for every ounce of harm I had to cause to survive.

I am a good person, and yet it seems to bring me nothing.

She'll be out. In a couple of days, Cat Adams is going to be out of prison.

An error of the court.

The lawyer had been high on heavy pain medication during her trial.

There will be a new court trial, according to everyone involved, but I know better than to believe in it.

The minute Cat Adams is free, she will vanish into thin air. All my suffering, all the statements of myself and my therapist, and all the times I had to stand before court and explain the torture I went through due to her have been for nothing.

I'd held back the urge to scream, cry, and vomit as I was informed about it, and by the time I am home that evening, I solely feel tired.

How much do I have to endure?

How did I always be a good person, following the rules, and yet I'm still getting fucked over?

How do the people, molding their morals as they seem fit and simply doing as they please no matter the harm they cause, always win?

I need a calm minute.

Darkness is clouding my mind; a depressive state starting to numb my bones. If I can't rely on justice, then what do I have left?

As I open the door to my apartment, I'm struck with dread.

The light in my bedroom is on, the half-opened door allowing it to illuminate the dark living room, and soft jazz music comes from my record player.

Somebody is here.

Cat isn't out yet.

It can't be her.

No.

Oxygen becomes a luxury as my body falls into a state of panic.

I grab my gun and slowly walk forward toward the bedroom. I can't hear a thing going inside, can't make out who is in there.

Pressing my eyes shut for a second, I take a deep breath and then storm inside.

"Freeze," I exclaim, taking in the scene before me.

It isn't Cat, yet there sits a barely dressed woman on my bed. A woman I know all too well.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, having her not even look up from what she is reading. She hadn't even flinched as I'd thundered in with my gun pointed at her.

"Put the gun down, Spencer. You're going to hurt yourself," she states, relaxed, going through one of the FBI files I keep locked away in my safe.

"How did you get in here?" I question her, and she finally looks at me.

"You need better locks, baby," she lectures me more than disinterested.

She has never been in my home before... at least not that I know. She usually keeps her distance, keeps it more accessible for herself to vanish before the morning, leaving me to wake up alone in a hotel bed.

"You picked my locks?"

She scrunches her nose, feigning disappointment. "Every novice is capable of getting in here. I almost feel insulted that you're surprised I managed to get in."

I finally lower my gun. This woman is a menace, but my messed up sense of self refuses to let me feel threatened by her.

She is like a dark shadow following me for over a year now, yet, I don't fear her, detest her, or want to get rid of her. Somehow I feel a connection between us – something not only coming from the nights we spent together in hotels across America.

She is almost always where I am. In the beginning, I seriously thought we would just randomly meet every other month, but she is always there.

When I am out there, hunting an unsub, my dark, little shadow follows me; when the unsub threatens to get away or harm me, my shadow devours the threat, leaving them served on a silver platter – more times than not, this happens literally.

Sitting down on my bed, I don't worry about turning my back to her. The fright of might getting stabbed by her eased after the first eight months of our... relationship. I sigh deeply while kicking off my shoes, slumping together like a sack of potatoes.

As I rest my elbows on my thighs, face buried in my hands, I feel hers on my back, softly rubbing circles into my skin.

"Where were you today?" she asks, something close to concern in her voice. "You weren't at the headquarters."

I stopped questioning how she knows information like this a while ago.

"Court," I reply as she hugs me from behind, her legs on either of my sides.

"Why?"

I chuckle weakly as she pulls me back, having me rest with my back against her chest. "You can't bare it not to know everything, am I right?"

"Pains me," she admits, wrapping one arm around me, the other running through my curls. "Diana's doing fine, by the way. They have her on this new medication that is very well-spoken of in Europe, and it appears that there are almost no side effects and just positives. They also have this new home-movie system somebody so graciously donated, and now there are many, many movie nights with James Dean, Frank Sinatra, and Fred Astaire for her to enjoy."

Relaxing into her, I smile at the knowledge that at least one Reid is doing well. My shadow had me suspicious of her as I met her as a nurse at my mom's care facility four months into our thing.

That was when I started counting one and one together:

She was at the crime scenes.

She was at my hotels.

She was everywhere.

Wigs, contacts, accents, different languages (I've counted four until now, spoken without any accent, flawlessly), different handwriting, different body languages, different walks, different names and IDs.

My shadow is smart, but somehow I intrigued her enough to come out and play. Meeting me in hotel bars, keeping up her disguises, both of us knowing it is her – me, still not exactly knowing who she is.

"Thank you, love," I tell her, and she kisses my temple.

"Now, why court?"

"Cat Adams," I tell her, triggering one of her almost medically clean information dumps.

"Catherine Adams. Alias's Cat, Miss .45, and The Black Widow Killer. Convicted for murder – over 204 – two attempted murders, one murder by proxy, 2009 attempted murders by proxy, two abductions by proxy, taking hostages, assault with an unlicensed gun, drugging, conspiring against the federal bureau of investigation–"

I interrupt her, "I was in prison because of her. She is obsessed with me."

I feel her tense up but continue her sentence, "Found guilty and to be executed by–"

I interrupt her again. "Court Error. She'll be free to go by the end of next week."

"No," my shadow says, no readable emotion in her voice.

"Just found out about it today. The system fucked up, and she'll be out to roam the streets again."

The woman behind me exhales sharply. I search for her gaze and am met with the cold stare of a predator. "She will come for you again," she states.

I nod, smiling through the tears pooling in my eyes. "I don't think I have a chance of escaping her. Don't even think the justice system is able to fix this mess once they let her out."

Getting up, I start stripping out of my clothes and walk into my bathroom. I step into my shower and wash off the signs of me crying. It has been a while since I last cried due to a helpless situation.

I feel my shadow get behind me into the shower, her arms wrapping around my naked body, her body pressing against my back.

"It's going to be okay," she vows softly, her cheek pressed against my back.

"You can't promise that," I answer croaky.

She turns me around, the warm water now running down my back. I stare at her beautiful face and naked form. I'd like to say I love every single imperfection on her body, but the feelings I have for my shadow are running so much deeper than that.

Rationally, I should avoid her, should inform the team about how deeply we are involved.

I should think of the one time we caught her at a crime scene. How she was standing there between crucified men, who'd been wanted for sex trafficking children. How impassive she was as I put my handcuffs on her, telling her her Miranda Rights.

"We're fixing this, Spencer. I promise I'll help you," she coos softly, brushing my wet hair out of my face. "I'm very good at fixing problems. I swear if push comes to shove, I'll make it go away."

My shadow has an astonishing thrive for justice. She is a dangerous weapon, yet, I am able to feel safe in her presence.

She cups my face and brings my lips to hers. I let it happen, deepen the kiss, and I counter every touch. It's dark and animalistic when we are together; it seems brutal, downright unholy, when I press her face first against the shower tiles and take what I need.

I always considered myself a gentle person, a gentle lover. I always held back, always made sure my partner came first in every instance, but my shadow thrives on seeing every part of me, no matter how depraved and selfish. She provides me with an outlet for all my pent-up feelings. She sees my ugliest, most unlovable self and still looks at me as though I am the most beautiful piece of art she ever laid her pretty eyes upon.

The darkness enveloping me when I am with my shadow is the only time I feel safe without seeing the light. It's the only time I ever consider their to be grey in the term justice.

How often does justice fail to happen, even when brought to court?

How often does a victim do everything right, and yet the perpetrator walks free?

Is my shadow truly a bad person? She never hurt anybody who didn't deserve it. The only thing speaking against her actions is the laws against vigilantism.

Maybe I should've killed Cat Adams when I had the chance; should've ignored all reason and common sense and strangled her.

My hand between her shoulder blades, I press my shadow harder against the tiles. She groans in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I glance at the scar on her trapezius muscle between her lower neck and shoulder blade.

Under the scar is a tattooed number: 1.007

Once she was taken into custody, the team and I came to many realizations:

She had no fingerprints (the skin from her fingers had been professionally and cleanly removed when she was relatively young, leaving her with now healed but fingerprint-less hands), she had no real identity, was in no system, and she was an intelligent and well-trained soldier of whatever kind.

Within two hours after her arrest, Linda Barnes, followed by men dressed in black working under the President himself, had come to get my shadow and every ounce of information we had on her.

Number 1.007 has immunity.

Number 1.007 has many names and identities, but to the nation, she's a number.

Number 1.007 is a weapon that was once chipped like a dog.

I don't know what happened to her, what organization trained her, how old she was when taken in, if she had family, or how she ended up hunting on her own without supervision.

All I know is that my shadow found me, and something within me let her let her guard down. The trained weapon considers me hers, and I welcome her claim on me.

*****

Sent home from a case two hours earlier, I exit the cab I have taken to the FBI Headquarters in Quantico.

Emily had gotten a call from Barnes. That is all I know.

I enter the FBI's Assistant Director of National Security's office, being met by her cold gaze and two police officers.

They all greet me professionally. I shake their hands, although everything within me finds it revolting.

I sit down, and they offer me coffee. I decline and question their reason for bringing me away from a case—all three exchange uncomfortable glances.

Linda Barnes speaks first, insisting that she ordered it since she found it imported I'd come here and hear it first from the officers instead of the news. Her cold gaze looks more sympathetic than I ever thought her able to be.

Then one of the officers informs me: Cat Adams is dead.

I don't know how to feel. For a moment, it just feels like somebody pulled the carpet away right under my feet. I am glad I am sitting.

Dead.

They inform me about Barnes having given them my alibi (being in a different state, working on a case). They ask me if I want to see photos of the crime scene, thinking I'd recognize something – anything – as they appear to have nothing.

I agree. Barnes assures me that I do not need to feel obligated to do so, but I agree.

Somehow I don't feel like Cat is actually dead (that the nightmare is over) until I see her body.

Symbolism.

Cat Adams was murdered in an unidentified location but presented on a silver platter in the very courthouse she gained her freedom in.

The scene presents itself right in the grand entrance hall. Right in front of the statue of Lady Justice.

The Lady's scale holds Cat Adams's heart on one side and a stag of papers (her charges) on the other.

Her lifeless body has been gutted and placed kneeling in front of the statue; with a brush in her hands, she (or rather somebody, as she was already dead for a couple of hours at this point) used her blood as ink to write "Summum ius, summa iniuria." Latin for "More law, less justice." on the ground between them.

This is my shadow's work. I can feel her energy radiating from every detail of the crime scene. I don't mention her with any word, though I should. This should scare me. I should feel more than I do.

I can't help the cops with their investigation. Cat Adams had many enemies. She hurt plenty of people. Many were angered as the verdict was revoked due to the court's errors. People had called for justice, but the law had to let her go.

This could be the work of anybody she wronged. Just not me. I have an alibi.

Barns wraps the questioning up, sending me home for a few days.

*****

I already lie in bed when I hear my apartment door opening. My brand-new home-security system goes off, but somebody enters the code and it falls silent.

The door closes, gets locked, and the security system gets activated again.

There are no sounds, and I consider the possibility of her having left again until the mattress behind me sinks in, and she snuggles up behind me.

"What the fuck have you done?" I ask her calmly, making her giggle. "Oh, big boy words."

I turn on the lamp on my bedside table, sitting up. Just now noticing the missing one on her side. How does my shadow manage to smile and be happy although she murdered somebody no 24 hours ago?

"I am serious," I say, angrier than I thought I was. "You killed Cat."

"I told you I'd help you," she says, her smile leaving her face. "Why are you angry with me?"

Pressing the heel of my palm against my eyes, I try to be calm, but my past trauma shows itself in pure anger, annoyance, and confusion. "You realize that this is not a normal conversation I should have with you, right? I should not have to explain to you why killing somebody isn't okay. D-Do I have to worry that one day you'll snap, and then I am next?"

I speak my last sentence without thinking about it. I don't fear my little shadow; I love this mystery of a woman I barely know.

Her face pulls into a hurt expression. "That's bullshit. You know I'd never hurt you, Spencer."

"Do I know? Fuck, I don't even know your name."

"That's because I don't have one," my dark shadow hisses at me, tears in her eyes. She takes a deep breath and then explains, "I told you, if I can't fix your problem, I'll just get rid of it."

She did. She had told me the – for her so logical – plan.

"I didn't think you would go that far... Or do anything at all," I admit.

A sob escapes her. "I- I didn't want to do it." She clears her throat and starts again. "I wanted to do it for what she did to you, but I was willing to simply keep an eye on her until her trial because you like your justice to be legal."

"And yet she wound up dead."

"Because she showed up here. The minute she was out, she came here, and let herself in like she owned the place," my shadow says, adding, "I told you you need better locks."

"So you killed her?"

She looks at me, irritated. "No, Spencer. I tried to talk to her. I made clear that you're mine and that I don't want her anywhere near you. She was the one attacking me. I'm not letting myself get attacked by a psychotic bitch, so I whacked her with the lamp from my bedside."

So that was why the lamp was missing.

"So it was self-defense?" I ask, tracing the deeply dark, bruised skin of her shoulder as she pulls my cardigan (the one I thought I lost) over her shoulder.

"Don't know if I'd call it self-defense since she didn't exactly have the military training advantages I have, but yeah. Sure. But it's not exactly like I could just call the cops, you know?" My shadow lifts her hand as to hint at the fact that she legally doesn't exist, then drops it again. "I didn't kill her with the lamp, but, like, it's not like there was a way to step back from the situation, so I just continued as I usually would."

"And that was the scene before Lady Justice?"

She nodded, stating, "If you can't live as a good example, you'll die as a warning for others following down your path. I tried to do it your way, and it didn't work. I don't regret having done what needed to be done to keep you safe."

Cat Adams broke me. She had me rot in prison for months; she let me live years of believing she raped me; she made me a murderer, let me think my mother was dead, that I'd caused her miscarriage...

Cat ridiculed the trauma she caused me and did what she could to convince me I was just as much of a monster as she was, so I'd let her lay her claim on me.

The woman beside me sobs, a tear running down her face. "You hate me now, don't you?"

"I don't. Could never," I answer. I delight in the knowledge that Cat finally got what she deserved.

The monster haunting my nightmares and messing with my head for so long is gone.

She underestimated my little, dark shadow and put herself in a cage with a monster just as big and scary but way more efficient than herself.

In the end, Cat Adams chose her ending herself. She could've left but refused to let go of the chance to have me. She chose her fate by challenging my shadow's claim on me and forcing her hand to keep me safe.

"I can't believe that it's over," I finally say, realizing I am crying like a child as the woman beside me cups my face in her hands. "It's over."

People say to forgive and forget. They insist on never holding a grudge and moving on, being the bigger person. Forgiveness is a cute idea, but it doesn't change that you suffer the consequences of another person's evil doings.

I laugh through the tears, savoring the relief of justice.

Cat will never again be able to hurt me.

I can move on and heal without fear.

I wrap my arms around my shadow, pulling her into the pillows with me. She cries too. Fair enough, I cry harder, but she clearly sheds tears of compassion, of love.

Who would've thought that the most real form of raw, unapologetic love I'd ever experience would come from someone that officially doesn't even exist?

"[y/n]," she whispers, making me look at her. "I don't have a real name, but I like [y/n]. That- That's all that I can give to you."

"It's more than enough," I whisper back, pressing a kiss on her forehead.

She freed me from the specter haunting me in the only way she seems to have learned how to, and although our future is uncertain, I doubt she even knows who she is herself, and one day my shadow will have to step into the light: I have laid my claim onto her just as much as she has laid hers on me.

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just-puddding · 8 months

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@kakashiweek day 2, Puzzle

"How (not) to cope"

It is an unfortunate turn of events, the ones that leads Kakashi to being here instead of on a mission somewhere deep in earth-country or something else of the kind.

Of course, he can't blame mouse for getting fatally wounded, but having to call the mission back earlier than planned and going to the hospital on top of that is what had put Kakashi exactly where he didn't want to be– a yamanaka's line of sight.

And so, Kakashi failed to evade his yearly psych evaluation for the first time in eight years.

It wasn't as bad as he had expected, but it wasn't great either, at the end of their very awkward session Yamanaka had recommended that Kakashi try to get into something that would estimulate his cognitive ability as a distraction from his other coping mechanisms– as he had been adamant that the ones he had weren't healthy

Kakashi doesn't see it, as he enters the small shop he had been recommended, a Rubik's cube might give him something to do with his hands but it won't wash the blood away, it won't make home feel like home and it certainly won't pacify his ghosts.

But it was doctor's orders, so here he is.

Kakashi eyes the puzzle boxes standing tall on the little stands, jigsaws meant to be mounted into beautiful ornate paintings. Well, at least it would be something to place on his wall, the last time Asuma and Kurenai had come over– sent to find him when Kakashi had gotten in a particularly bad self-isolation season– they had remarked that his apartment was about as personal as a prison cell.

He picks a 1000 piece puzzle with a picture of jasmine flowers and places it under his arm, just about ready to leave, try this for a single day and then go back to his normal coping, when something catches his eyes.

A little wooden dog, it looked odd, as if put together with something more than a shelf decoration in mind, Kakashi picks it up

He turns the dog around in his hand, noticing the small hidden compartment in its belly, but it doesn't budge when he tries to pull at the creases, it seems to need some type of tool to open

"It's a hidden puzzle" a sales attendant calls from behind him "look" she picks the little dog up, Kakashi watches as she feels around the dog's ear and rolls a wheel that brings it's tongue out of it's mouth, Kakashi notices a little crevice of a hidden compartment

"Go on" she urges. Kakashi compliantly pulls open the dog's tongue and takes out a little key, with sudden interest he uses it to open the belly. it's empty, but it does have space to put something small inside, like a ring box or a notepad

This is… well, it is very impractical and not particularly safe to keep anything of value on, yet Kakashi finds himself drawn to it.

The dog is very cute and it all just seems… fun

"It's a karakuri puzzle, this one was very simple but we have a few more complicated ones, if you would like to look around"

"Gai" he hears a voice call out to him beyond the world of dreams, Gai opens his eyes, is it perhaps already five in the morning, time for his daily jogging routine!?

What he sees, rather than the beaming sunlight coaxing him gently out of sleep, is Kakashi's silhouetted frame, barely discernible in the dark of the night "did you know there are Shinobi Karakuri puzzles?"

"What wonderful news, my rival!" Gai calls out, quickly trying to shake off his slight morning daze– his youthful spirit shall not be bested by Kakashi's, even though it can't be more than two in the morning at the moment!

His rival scoots closer, straddling Gai's chest "most of them just need small pumps of Nature chakra but there are more complicated ones, a few even need fuuinjutsu to activate, they were popular in Uzushio, or so I am told" he continues speaking, this detail would be missed by most but there is deep excitement in his tone

Too bad that Gai is slowly coming to realize that he has no idea what Kakashi is talking about "I don't think I follow, dear" he says, wanting further information so he can properly support Kakashi's latest endeavors.

His rival picks something out of his pocket, it seems to be a small box, but Gai has trouble making out what the details in the low light. Kakashi takes Gai's hands and shoves the box inside, allowing him to pry at it "Karakuri puzzles" he says, tapping the wooden box "they are usually enjoyed by civilians but some Shinobi Craftsmen have also taken to making their own versions of them, they are puzzles with hidden compartments"

Gai turns around the box in his hand, he can feel multiple crevices and bumps, but none of them seem to give to his prodding "that is wonderful, my rival! Have you solved this one yet?" He questions as he hands the little paraphernalia back to Kakashi

"I have. I got it in water during my last mission, solved it on the way here" Gai can only see Kakashi's hands move around the box without discerning his movements, besides for when he creates a small chakra line and uses it to pull eight cabinets open at once

Once he is done, Kakashi immediately closes the box once again and places it back in his hands "here, you can keep it" he says "i placed a gift inside, see if you can open it. I have to leave now..."

Gai doesn't get the chance to ask Kakashi for further explanation as with the utmost vigor Kakashi hops off of the bed and to Gai's open window "sorry for the blood in your bedsheets, by the way" and then he is gone

Gai blinks, then grins widely "THANK YOU, RIVAL!" he yells after the man. Gai shall take this challenge with the utmost seriousness!

"RIVAL! it is a most youthful day, we shall go out to celebrate the sunny starts of summer with our dearest friends and–" Gai pauses after opening the door, finding Kakashi hunched over on the floor.

It seem his rival is working on something that is in front of him, illuminated by the window's light "maa hello there, Gai" Kakashi calls out, not even bothering to look up to meet Gai's gaze

Gai looks around the room, there are little trinkets spread everywhere, jigsaw puzzles hanging on the wall, intricate boxes on the shelf, little things that look like kid's games on the bedframe. This place is rather different than last time Gai had been here two weeks ago, there had already been many puzzles but not quite this many

It had been a shock, when Gai had visited to tell Kakashi that he had indeed rose to the challenge and cracked his puzzle, as well as say that he appreciated the turtle shell gold amulet his rival had hidden inside, only to see how personalized the place had become

Before, Kakashi's room had been… sterile, is a word for it– though Gai would hesitate to say something so rude! Kakashi had a few books on the shelf, his team picture framed on the bed and a few personal belongings, but the place looked barely lived in

In fact, Kakashi hadn't even bothered to replace the standard decorations that every apartment came with– hadn't done any real changes to the place

But now? Now it looked like a home, rather than a hospital dorm or a poorly decorated hotel room, now it looked like Kakashi

"Look at this place, dear! It seems like you have found a new passion" he beams, flashing his friend a thumbs up– despite the surprise, Gai is glad, truly, that Kakashi seems to finally have found a hobby he enjoys.

"Yes, yes, Sure. Look at this" his rival says, finally turning around to face Gai as he gets up. In his hands is "a wooden replica of the daimyo's palace!?" It is exquisitely done, but it doesn't seem of Kakashi's profile to have something like this

Kakashi comes closer to Gai, who is now shutting the door "it's a puzzle, see the scratch marks here?" he turns the statue over so Gai can see the underside of one of the balconies "it is a cypher, look," Kakashi turns the palace back around, he takes his fingers to the top of the building, with which he twists and pulls it slightly upwards

"See?" Kakashi holds the piece as he starts to turn up the tiles of the roof, each having a little symbol carved under it "I have figured it follows the order of Kana, I believe I have to decipher the writings to get a riddle and then open them in the sequence of the answer" Kakashi tells him

Gai nods along, poking and prodding at the puzzle before Kakashi pulls it away from him, clearly not wanting Gai's help on solving it, Kakashi's pride was just like that– it is part of what made his a worthy rival, his determination to figure things out.

Though some times it is also a problem. Thankfully not now, but some times!

"That seems rather complicated, rival, I am proud of your grand determination! may you have luck solving this puzzle!" Kakashi is already back to semi-ignoring him, working on the cypher instead. He hums a offhanded "thanks Gai…"

Gai smiles a little "next time you see such a well-made challenge you shall get two so I can join you in a youthful competition!"

Gai Pov, it is two A.M and you see this at the end of your bed ↓

#Maito Gai #Hatake Kakashi #he is very excited about his puzzles :)#also can be read as #Kakagai #kakashi week 2023

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rorywritesjunk · 1 day

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(this has been on my mind since I started to write this. I'm just gonna throw post after post of this because I don't want it lingering in my head for too long. Inspiration for some of this was the song "Only The Music" by Heather Alexander/Alexander James Adams.)

Taglist: @hey-august

pt 1 + pt 2 + p3 + p4 + pt 5 + pt 6 + pt 7 +Pt 8

Sunny didn't leave home for a few days, instead choosing to organize her things, mend anything that needed it, read some books, anything to take her mind off Buggy. He was annoying her with his questions about her marriage, and why would he think anyone else would want her after all this time? No one would attempt it once they knew who she was married to.

She made lunch and brought it to Crocodile when he was working in his office, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy for the two of them. She sometimes wondered if he truly loved her or saw her more as his possession, but he held onto her long enough, knew how protective and possessive he was of her that she figured he'd never let her go.

She didn't want to admit it but the thought was incredibly depressing to her.

Crocodile seemed to pick up on his wife's mood. He gave her the freedom to leave their home, to explore, meet with the others, everything, yet she acted like a prisoner in their home, gazing out the windows, a sadness to her that he didn't want to see.

"Darling, we should have a party." He suggested as she put his food down on the desk, once more pulling her into his lap. She let him, sitting upright in his lap with a frown. A party? She wasn't keen on the idea considering the last get together they had she almost slapped Buggy.

"Do I need to do anything?" She asked as she looked at him. "Cook? Clean?"

"Wear that dress I just bought you, that sleeveless green one." He told her as he dragged his hook up her back, causing her to shudder. "Dress your best. We'll have important people over."

"Like who?"

"Don't worry about who's coming. I just want you to enjoy yourself." He leaned down and kissed her cheek, pressing his hook against her to bring her closer to him. She let him, frowning as she wondered why he wanted to host such a thing. It seemed ridiculous but she wouldn't argue with him. She didn't feel up to it.

It was beautiful. The dress Sunny wore was sleeveless with a slit up the side, fitting to her body. The shades of green decorated the fabric, giving the impression of reptile scales. Her hair was up in a tight bun, keep it it from her face. Crocodile always preferred her hair up.

Everyone who showed was dressed in their best. The food and drink were delicious, her husband and the other two looked handsome, and there was even dancing to be done. The only problem was getting someone to dance with her.

"Please?" She begged Crocodile as he sat at a table with Mihawk and Buggy, as well as others Sunny didn't recognize. All she wanted was a dance but her husband hated doing it. "One dance?"

"Hawkeyes, dance with my wife." Crocodile said; Sunny looked hopefully at the swordsman as he took a sip of his wine.

"I don't dance."

"Fine, I'll find someone-"

"Clown, you're a performer, dance with her." Crocodile didn't ask Buggy nicely, it was an order. The clown knew better than to refuse. He downed his drink and stood up as Sunny tried to suggest a different partner. "If you want a dance, darling, then it will be with the clown. I don't trust these people not to do something to you."

"Fine." She sighed and held her hand out to Buggy. He allowed her to take it, dragging him out to the rest of the dancers as a waltz started up. "You can dance, can't you? Or is my husband just assuming you can dance?"

"I can dance." He shot back as she took his hands and put one on her waist and took hold of the other. She put her hand on his shoulder, waiting for him to start. He didn't want to do this, be close to her, touching her even, but she stepped on his foot on purpose and he started moving, mentally counting the beat in his head to keep up with everyone. "Looks like you can dance."

"I've always wanted to." She admitted as he spun her around, catching her in his arms before starting again. "Though the opportunity never arose."

"Oh, so am I your first then?" He asked with a smirk, pulling her close to him before dipping her back, catching her by surprise. The way her eyes widened and she tightened her hold on him had him looking smug. He didn't miss the way her cheeks turned pink at what he said. "Your first dance partner, that is."

"You're terrible." Sunny grumbled as he laughed, pulling her back upright before starting the beat again.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Buggy spun her, dipped her, and she loosened up a bit more each time, even laughing at one point. The last dip he pulled her up too fast, too close, their faces were close and he heard her breath catch when she looked into his eyes. The music ended and Buggy was still holding her. If they were among strangers he would have kissed her, but he could feel Crocodile and Mihawk's eyes on him so he let go and stepped back.

"Can we do another?" Sunny asked, sounding breathless with a smile. "Please, Buggy?"

He didn't want to. He wanted to get away from her because he hated how quickly he was falling in love with her. He hated how they argued, didn't quite get along, yet he hated she was with someone else because he wanted to be with her all the time, arguing over dumb things and being pests to each other.

He looked over in Crocodile's direction. He was watching Buggy, cigar clenched tightly in his teeth, expression unreadable and Buggy knew he was a dead clown either way at this point. He looked back at Sunny and nodded.

"One more."

One more dance turned into two more. Sunny refused to let her dance partner go, ignoring how her heart was racing in her chest when he'd touch her, or how he even smiled a few times when she'd tell him he was wonderful at it. She didn't want to stop but she needed a break. She was warm and tired, her skin flushed from all the movement. She got herself a drink and stepped outside. To her surprise Buggy followed her.

"You're quite the dancer." She smiled as she took a sip of her drink. "Never thought pirates could dance like that."

"Yea, well, I'm not a normal pirate, am I? I'm a performer, remember?" He shot back playfully with a wink as he enjoyed his own drink. The night air felt nice, cooling them both down from the dancing. "You're not so bad yourself."

"I always thought dancing was fun." She told him as she hugged herself, starting to regret coming out there. The air was starting to chill her a bit too much. "For some reason I thought I'd do more of it marrying someone like him, you know, with these kinds of parties happening, but he never wanted to."

Buggy knew he would regret this. His hand popped off, holding his drink as he slid his jacket off and put it over her shoulders. "No point ruining the night by getting cold."

"Oh, well-"

"Look, Sunny-"

"Are you two coming back in?" Mihawk interrupted. Buggy cursed the swordsman's timing. Sunny made a face as well as he looked at the two of them. They kept their distance even as Sunny tightened his jacket over her.

"In a minute. It's too warm in there." Sunny told him as she finished her drink. "Did my husband send you after me?"

"Clearly you've cooled down enough to come back inside." He said as she headed back in. Buggy started to follow after her but Mihawk stopped him. "I don't know what you two are playing at but he's not stupid, you know. You're going to get killed."

"We aren't doing anything!" Buggy shot back as he pushed his hand away. "I did what he asked which was to dance with his wife! And I'll keep dancing with her if she asks because no one else is!"

"Are you planning something?" Mihawk asked. "It would be in your best interest to stop now, Buggy."

"Stop? Stop what?" He suddenly laughed. "Am I supposed to stop falling in love with her? It's a little difficult when her husband keeps pushing her to me, Hawkeyes! Maybe you need to be talking to Crocodile about this, not me!" He tried to push past him, any thoughts for his safety gone as he wanted to get back to the others, back to Sunny for another dance.

"Stop pursuing her. It won't do you any good."

"I'm not doing anything!" The clown snapped. "Like I said, her husband keeps doing this, it's not my fault!"

Buggy went back inside. Sunny was sitting at the table beside her husband, Buggy's jacket draped over the back of her chair as she sipped a fresh drink. Crocodile was ignoring her, speaking to some business partner or something, Buggy didn't know. He glanced back at Mihawk. The swordsman gave him a look as he headed back over to the table. Maybe he could offer one more dance.

He straightened up and marched over to the table, clearing his throat. Sunny looked up, smiling when she saw him.

"Up for another dance?" She asked as she stood up. "I'm ready."

She didn't wait for an answer before grabbing his hand and pulling him out to the dance floor. It was a little more crowded this time; the two were closer together as another waltz started. Buggy couldn't impress her with moves this time but she seemed happy just to be dancing.

"Thank you for dancing with me tonight, Buggy." She said with a smile, giving his hand a squeeze. "I know we don't always get along, but I appreciate it."

"Yea, well, gotta keep you happy, right?" He laughed nervously, knowing Mihawk was watching the two of them while Crocodile conducted business. He wished Hawkeyes would look elsewhere. "You being happy makes your husband happy which means everyone's happy!"

"I guess." Her smile lessened so Buggy surprised her with spinning her around. She was caught off guard and laughed, allowing him to pull her back against him. "Warn me next time, okay?"

"Where's the fun in that?" He grinned. "I like seeing you surprised."

She stuck her tongue out at him as they moved about the dance floor. It was a little difficult, there were so many couples, and Buggy leaned down to say something to her when another couple bumped into them. He didn't try to stop himself, he didn't want to but he'd insist it was an accident in the end. When he was bumped, Sunny was as well, pushing her harshly into Buggy, their lips meeting for just a brief moment before he pulled back.

The look on her face was shock and he felt bad, but instead of slapping him or yelling at him, she took a step back and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I'm sorry."

She turned and walked off after that, taking herself back to her husband. If she stuck around Buggy she wasn't sure what she'd do next. Her feelings were starting to change for the clown, from animosity to attraction and it scared her. She returned to her seat next to him and he put his hand on her thigh. She glanced at Buggy as she took a sip of her drink.

Buggy eventually went to get himself another drink. He needed to forget this evening sooner rather than later.

Mihawk said nothing, having watched the two all evening. He poured himself more wine.

#mini fic #sunny x buggy #sunny x crocodile #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #sir crocodile x oc #crocodile x oc

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla [MANSERVANT ENDING]

ー The scene starts outside of Banmaden

Yui: ( I better hurry to Carla-san’s room. But I can’t let the Ghouls spot me. )

( Maybe I can get inside the building from the back...? )

ー The scene shifts to the inner courtyard

Yui: ( I guess going through the inner courtyard might be a bit less risky. )

( I’m almost there. If I go through that door, it’ll take me right next to Carla-san’s rooーー )

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!?

( Somebody grabbed hold of my collar! )

???: Caught you~

Yui: ...Kino-kun...!?

Kino: Listen. I caught ear of what happened at the Vibora Castle.

Yui: Eh...?

Kino: Ever since I found out that you had escaped, I was convinced you’d come and see Carla;

Fufu. Eve, you are mine now, remember?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: L-Let me go...

Kino: Nope−! But rest assured, I won’t kill you.

You can be useful to me in more than one way after all. I suppose I’ll have you stay put for a while?

ー The scene shifts to the underground prison

*Clatter*

Kino: Perhaps not the most comfortable place to stay at, but go ahead and make yourself at home. See you!

Yui: ...

( What now? Kino-kun just left with the key to the cell... )

( ーー Anyway, I have to find a way out. )

( I’m at Banmaden right now. I can go to Carla-san straight away as long as I make it out of this prison. )

( So I have to find a way...! I’ll protect Carla-san, no matter whatーー )

*Knock knock*

ー The scene shifts to the guest room

Yuuri: Kino, it’s a disaster.

I have been informed that the Vibora troops are on their way to storm this Castle!

Kino: Excuse me!? Didn’t they declare war upon the Vampire Clan!?

Yuuri: Apparently they picked up on the rumors of Yui-san being here.

Kino: Che. I’m going to need all of the Ghouls to fight the best they can...

I’ll have them stall as much as possible. That being said, they’re not exactly the strongest...

Yuuri: ...Kino?

Did you say ‘stall’ just now?

Kino: Eh? Yeah?

Yuuri: What do you mean? Will you not be fighting yourself, Kino?

Kino: Hah? Fight, me? What are you saying?

I’m going to run away with Eve, obviously. I need to become Adam after all.

Yuuri: ...

Kino: I thought Banmaden would be a perfect fort, but with the Ghouls’ fighting capacities, buying me time is the best they can do, right?

So I’m going to quickly sneak my way out andーー

ー Yuuri grabs hold of his collar

Kino: ...! Hey, that hurts! Let me go, Yuuri!

Yuuri: How could you say that, Kino!

Kino: That’s what I’d like to ask you. What are you so upset about?

Yuuri: Of course I am upset! You are trying to use us Ghouls as sacrifices!

...I’ve always thought it was odd.

First you go around causing confusion amongst the Ghouls by spreading false rumors about the Founders.

Then you even went as far as to kill that young ladーー one of your supposed comrades...

Your actions are outrageous Not at all what you’d expect from someone who calls themselves our leader!

Kino: Yuuri...

Yuuri: And what is most cruel above all...is that you deceived me as well.

Why did you lie to me? ...Can you not even be honest with me!?

Kino: Ugh...What other choice did I have? I have a large objective, remember?

I don’t care about such trivial things as long as I can achieve that!

Yuuri: ...!!! ...So I am ‘trivial’ to you?

Iーー I have always been there for you, yet you have that little trust in me...!?

Kino: ...So what? I will conquer the Demon World.

All I need are pawns to get there.

Yuuri: ...

Kino: Che. I figured I could spare your life at least, but forget that.

Yuuri: Excuse me...!?

Kino: Get out of my way. I have to go to Eve.

Yuuri: ...!

Kino: Like I said, move!!

*Thud*

Yuuri: Ah...!!

Kino...I can’t forgive you!!

Kino!!!

*STAB*

*Splatter*

Kino: Guh...! W-What...? Where did this blood come from...!?

Yuuri: ...Even Vampires are mortal when you stab them through the heart.

Kino: ...Yuuri, why...!?

Yuuri: ...Somewhere deep down, I always thought that perhaps this day would once arrive.

I was losing my trust in you more and more with each passing day...

ーー And I finally reached my limit.

Kino: Ugh...

Yuuri: You are no longer our Leader.

As long as you are around, we will get caught up in this war, and only misfortune will await us...

Farewell...Kino.

Kino: D-Don’t you remember...all of the horrible things you guys did to me...!?

Yuuri: ...!?

Kino: I didn’t...trust you either. Not...one bit...

ー He collapses

*Thud*

Yuuri: ...

ー The scene shifts to the prison cell

Yui: ( ...! Somebody’s coming this way...!? )

Vibora Soldier A: Where is Eve!?

Yui: ( ...! It’s one of the Vibora’s soldiers... )

Vibora Soldier B: One second. Could she be inside this dungeon, perhaps?

I shall go take a look inside right now.

Yui: ( Oh no. They’ll find me at this rate...! )

( I have to hide in the shadows...! )

Vibora Soldier B: It’s locked. ーー I can’t seem to get it open...

*Clatter*

Vibora Soldier A: Aah, whatever! It makes no sense for Eve to be locked up inside the dungeon anyway! Let’s go!

Vibora Soldier B: O-Okay!

ー They leave

Yui: ( ...Are they gone...? )

( ...Haah. Thank god. )

( ...! I believe the lock broke just now... )

*Clunk*

*Clatter*

Yui: It’s open!

( Carla-san...! )

ー She runs off

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the open fields at Rotigenberg

Yui: ( Several months have passed ever sinceーー )

...Carla-san, how do you feel?

Carla: ...Sure.

Yui: Your health has improved quite a bit, hasn’t it?

I can clearly tell just from spending time together.

Carla: ...

Yui: Carla-san, what should we have for dinner? Your favorite cured ham?

Carla: ...

Yui: ( Guess he won’t properly respond to me today either... )

( After escaping the dungeon, the two of us somehow made it here... )

( He has almost fully recovered from Endzeit. Physically, he’s back to normal. )

( But it almost seems like he lost his heart somewhere in the process... )

Then, let us head back. This way.

Carla: ...Sure.

ー They return to the Ghouls’ manor

Yui: You don’t want any more of your after-dinner tea?

Carla: ...Sure.

Yui: Then please take a seat over here. Your hair is a little tousled, so I’ll comb it for you.

Carla: ...

ー Yui gets up

Yui: Okay, grab my hand. This way.

*Rustle*

Yui: Please sit down over here, okay?

Carla: ...Sure.

Yui: Your hair really is so smooth and beautiful.

Carla: ...

Yui: It’s a day and night difference from mine. Fufu. I wonder if Shin-kun’s was similar...? But his was short after all.

Carla: Shin...

Yui: ( Oh no! I accidentally mentioned him... )

I-I’m sorry. That was a weird thing of me to say.

Carla: ...

Yui: Ugh...

( ...He only shows this little reaction even in regards to his younger brother... )

( I guess he might have lost one too many things in his life... )

You actually ate your dinner today. I’m happy.

Carla: ...

Yui: I’m happy just by the fact that here with me and alive, you know...?

Carla: Alive...

Yui: Yes. You are most definitely alive.

( But I wonder if we can truly say that...? )

( Carla-san has become a Ghoul in exchange for being cured of his disease. )

( His pride as a Founder, his only brother, Banmaden...He has nothing left around him. )

( Chaos has reached an all-time high in the Demon World. However, no troops will come attack Rotigenberg since it lies at the very edge of the map. )

( This place is completely empty after all. Almost like Carla-san’s heart is right nowーー )

What shall we do tomorrow? It can be anything you want to do?

Carla: ...

Yui: ( Iーー have decided for myself that I will stay with him. )

( I will live my life taking care of him here in the Far North. )

( That’s the best option. I’m...fine with itーー )

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lecarlaending2

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quibbs126 · 1 year

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*sigh* I tried to use a Cookie Run gacha maker thing to make it look all nice, but I just couldn’t get it to work, both on my iPad and my computer. But regardless, I thought I’d make this look as nice as I could

So some time ago, I decided I wanted to try and make the Evoland 2 characters in the Cookie Run style, and I wanted to start with my favorite character, Menos

This is him (also note, while this is from the art book, some of the information here is inaccurate, mostly the first paragraph. The second paragraph’s accurate though. I suspect there were some story changes after the artbook was finished)

I’m gonna be fully transparent with y’all, I did this so I could try and attract my Cookie Run audience and maybe get them interested like “oh hey these designs are neat, what game are they from?” and maybe then lure them into playing Evoland 2. Listen, it’s my favorite game, and there is like, no audience for it. There is BARELY any content for this game on here and I am DESPERATE. I need people to play it, it’s a good game, and I need people to talk to about this game, but I can’t because no one’s played it or heard of it, and the things about the game I want to talk about and discuss are things that are major spoilers for the game, so I can’t talk about them. It’s a rough existence

*ahem* sorry, I got carried away. I’ll shill more for the game later, but let me just explain this

I made him a porcelain berry, aka Amur peppervine, since they have bright blues and purples like him. I went with Peppervine since it sounded tougher than Porcelain Berry. Also peppers tend to be associated with fire in Cookie Run, and he does have sort of fire based powers. Well really it’s just a ground pound with fire at the end. It’s useful though

I think I’m gonna make all the Demons berries/fruits (I say fruits because there’s already Cherry and Plum), mostly since they’re the best substitute for their bright colors. Also Menos is a Demon. But they don’t like, come from the underworld or anything, they just exist in the world. Honestly they’re pretty chill people, way more than the humans

Porcelain berries:

I mainly used Capsaicin and Purple Yam as my references, given the similar body shapes and Capsaicin’s horns

I was also planning to make his eye outline black, with the main color being yellow and the slits black, since some people make the black outline black sclera, but it just didn’t look right, so I made it white instead and did all the other things

I had so much trouble with the chain around his neck, since he doesn’t have an official reference, and all official art I can find changes it slightly. It’s pretty annoying. I just ended up sticking with the one in the promo art

Menos looks weird without his nose and ears

Now let me just ramble about Menos

I love this dude so much. Like, he’s just an endearing character, and in my opinion, way better than Fina (green haired girl). Fina can be a bit of a brat sometimes and while yeah, I get that she’s the youngest and I think a teenager, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t get on my nerves. Anyways, Fina aside, Menos on the other hand is very polite. He always calls Fina “Miss Fina” and does the same with Velvet, and for Kuro, well I suppose first I need to give context. So you first meet Menos in this gladiatorial arena that we just stumble into while escaping prison (and that he’s being forced to participate in by the way), and because we don’t want to give ourselves away, we give ourselves a fake name out of the options presented to us. I personally always go with Mega Clink because of the Evoland 1 reference (the Evoland 1 protagonist is Clink). And see, Menos will always call you by that name you pick, no matter what. Other party members say our name, but he’s just adamant to call you that. I don’t know why he does it, but he does it with complete seriousness and I just find it funny.

But honestly, when I first played the game, I had an obsession with this guy. What first got me to pay attention to this guy is when you escape the arena and collect gravity, you fall into a pit and Menos laments the fact that he will now never see his son again. When he said that, I was like “you have a son? I will help you, I must reunite you two” and that’s where it began. Then we get to where we’re going and meet his son, but then [EVOLAND 2 SPOILERS] happens and I’m like “No! Menos no!” And after that point I was determined to reunite him with his family once again and save his people and just let him be happy because honestly? The demons, nor Menos, do not deserve what happens to them in the story. Like, Menos is not a bad guy by any means, his only flaw is that he can get irrational when it comes to the things he cares about, like saving his people, which honestly I can understand. He’s incredibly polite and understanding towards us when we meet, especially considering the fact that his people are in a war against humans and he was just captured by humans and forced to fight in their gladiatorial arena. And if he does get mad at Fina because of her beliefs about Demons (she’s grown up being told they’re the enemy), he’ll calm down and apologize for it. I mean I guess it makes sense, considering he’s the oldest of the group and by proxy probably the most mature, but still

There’s a point in the game where you get separated from Menos, and when I had been released from the story to go on whatever path (there were multiple paths to go) to continue, I immediately went “I’M COMING FOR YOU MENOS!” and veered straight to where I knew he was. He was my hyperfixation character

Anyways, sorry I’ve rambled, but I hope you at least like this art. And please check out Evoland 2. Please. It’s an RPG you can find on Steam, Switch, or PS4. You don’t need to play the first game to understand this one, they’re two completely separate games that just both use the motif of evolving game aesthetics, Evoland 2 using it for time travel. But even then, the first game’s like 2 hours long, 4 to 100% it. Evoland 2’s more around 17 hours to finish, 20 to 100%. I need people to talk to about this game please

Oh yeah also, here’s a simpler version of the drawing I did

#please play Evoland 2 okay? I know I’m shilling but it’s a good game #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #evoland #evoland 2 #menos #my art #also I planned to draw all 4 party members #I just wasn’t sure what to do for everyone else so I just stuck with Menos

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cardboard-aliens · 2 years

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The cast swap AU 100% is an excuse for Jack & Tenenbaum content, but the main swaps are:

Jack - Eleanor

Tenenbaum - Delta

Atlas - Sinclair

Ryan - Lamb

The basic canon divergent background information leading up to 1960 got long so imma put it under a cut.

Big Mommas and Little Brothers are the protector gatherer duo of this AU. There are no Dads and sisters.

Lamb gathers enough followers and momentum to usurp control of Rapture from Ryan.

Ryan gets promptly thrown INTO jail with his most loyal supports.

The most important detail about Ryan going to jail is that he will not be able to kill Jasmine 😌💖

Lamb now has control of the whole city to devote into her Utopian research.

Various people take issue as the notion of everyone being reborn into one collective mind comes forth. Mostly Sinclair, who can't make money as a pile of ADAM goop, so he uses his resources to arm citizens. Wanting to take advantage of the split in the city for his own plays for control.

Fontaine is pissed he didn't take over the city from Ryan, and has to reconsider all his plans, since they were built around Ryan. Ultimately abandoning his contingency plan to fake his death earlier.

Lamb takes over Fontaine's assets once he's gone for ADAM research, and starts funneling out any problematic staff to be turned into ADAM goop so they can be part of the collective.

Tenenbaum has been unimpressed with Fontaine, Ryan and now Lamb , and was preparing the gatherer cure to try and do some damage to the program. But then Ryan goes to jail, and Tenenbaum knows Fontaine's weapon only served a purpose with Ryan in the picture. And then Fontaine 'dies', and Lamb seizes the company and Tenenbaum doesn't trust her to be any more humane to the children. So she tries for a mad dash to disappear with Jack before Lamb discovers Project WYK.

This escape attempt goes poorly, and they get caught. Lamb assumes Jack is just your average gatherer that Tenenbaum was defecting with, and since Tenenbaum is CLEARLY going to be a problem Lamb is like "You wanna hang out with a brother so much I can arrange that" and ships them off tho the protector and gatherer programs to be bonded. (very much like mark and cindy)

There is now an opening for a lead scientist at Fontaine Futuristics that needs filling. No one is qualified for the job, and Lamb takes someone Ryan had a target on: so say hello to Dr. Johnny Topside. Who knows some marine biology which was good ENOUGH for this understaffed department.

Suchong hates working with Topside, and complains about how under qualified he is constantly. And he complains about Lamb's research goals, and how she cancelled his previous projects to focus on ADAM's memory properties.

Suchong's work load gets smaller as more of his projects get handed off to Topside, which makes him even more irritable. And then he starts to suspect Lamb is phasing him out to turn his egotistical behind into a pile of ADAM.

So Suchong disappears, trying to find refuge in Persephone with Ryan (b/c Ryan IS charismatic, and is doing well enough for himself in prison) trying to barter for his own safety by telling Ryan about Fontaine Company secrets, mainly about Project WYK and how Ryan's flesh and blood was put into the Gatherer Program.

Johnny Topside can't keep track of what's going on, because one minute he mapping the ocean floor, the next he found atlantis, then he's been branded a spy, next he's the lead scientist in a department he doesn't understand, and now his life is being threatened if he doesn't experiment on children. He just wanted to collect rocks samples.

The little brothers are baby and he is NOT on board with their treatment, and starts digging into what research was left behind by the woman who had this job before him--and he finds Tenenbaum's research on the Little Brother cure. Which he then picks back up to finish development, and then prepares to go on the run to save as many brothers as he can.

Sinclair and Lamb have been raising their own tensions across the city, proving they're just the same as Fontaine and Ryan as fights break out. Which ultimately escalate back up to riots breaking out against Lamb's rule, headed by Sinclair this time around.

The chaos causes a lot of canon typical events to happen, Rapture is in decline, Ryan can leave prison to kill a big momma and drag his gatherer son to prison to ride out the war, and Johnny takes a run for it to get away from Lamb with a handful of children.

(For convenience sake Eleanor is her BS2 age in 1960, otherwise she'll be like. 9 or 10. and not able to actually fight. and I want her to do COOL BATTLE STUNTS) Eleanor has been paying CLOSE attention to her mom this whole time, and watching her boil people down into ADAM, experiment on children, and manipulate the people to throw their lives away fighting for her has done a lot to disillusion her from Lamb's way. Some come 1960, she's got a gun, a dream to see the sun, and figured the best way to beat her mother is with the enemy of her enemy: Sinclair.

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #bioshock au #cast swap au #big momma au #cardboard cutouts #THIS GOT TOO LONG im not sorry #and none of this is even like. the MEAT that i'm invested in. it's just rapture's set up

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melishade · 1 year

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In your Optimus in episode one timeline, what are Anne and Bertholdt's plan for getting Eren? He's being protected by the Survey Corps, has Optimus training him, and has a secret gladiator bodyguard no one knows about. There's no way Anne or Bertholdt are coming up with a plan that won't fail miserably.

Part 18: The Overall Plot of the Episode 1 Timeline

Been a while since I tackled the Episode 1 timeline, but yeah, Bertholdt and Annie are so screwed and extremely desperate at this point.

Because Annie wanted to go home after Marcel died, and Bertholdt was just so distressed at that point he couldn't really stopped Annie and Reiner's arguing. He went along with the flow because Reiner essentially forced their now.

And a mere hours later, Bertholdt sees Reiner gunned down by this new metal titan. The two remaining titan shifters somehow manage to escape to Wall Rose, but they are desperate at this point. They know now, for a fact, they cannot go back. The loss of two warriors in a matter of days. They are going to get their powers revoked. But they don't really know what to do. They don't have anyone to guide them, and adapting to the walls is hard. Oddly enough, because of Optimus' interference, Bertholdt and Annie don't have to suffer through a famine and a winter storm. But they do manage to figure out that in order to get to the Founding Titan, they need to get into the Military Police. They're able to figure that part out.

But it's too late. They see the papers. The royal family's been overthrown and the monarchy is now run by the military, and Paradis knows that humanity is not extinct. They now know about the power of the titans. They don't have the element of surprise anymore. And to further complicate things, they found out that Eren is a titan shifter. So now they need to go after him.

Only problem: they don't know which power he has. The Jaws? The Founder? The Attack? They have no clue. Eren only showed the ability of regeneration. He didn't transform into a full blown titan. And then the Survey Corps come to pick Eren, Mikasa, and Armin up, so now Eren is in custody of the Survey Corps! Like fuck all of this! So Annie and Bertholdt are thinking about dividing their resources further because they need to confirm if the Founder is hiding out somewhere. They don't know whether or not the holder went into hiding. They have no clue. Annie could probably go to the MPs while Bertholdt goes to the Survey Corps. If Bertholdt times his attack right in the event he gets caught, he could wipe out the island's best branch of defense against a pure titan attack.

But there's some luck. When Annie went to spy on the prisoners and the military mean torturing the prisoners. She heard chatter about an illegitimate heir that Rod Reiss tried to go after but was thwarted his own government. Annie knows that Rod Reiss was the true royal family, and that there is still someone of royal blood out there, and they were forced into the military. Annie doesn't know the name, but she does an investigation on Rod's identity. She does manage to find a drawing of him, and is stunned to find that he looks exactly like this blonde, petite girl in the 104th. That had to be her. Krista Lenz.

Annie and Bertholdt discuss this. Maybe they can't get to Eren right now. But maybe, they could somehow get Krista to Marley. They'd have a good use for her because she's of royal blood and it would save their necks from dying. Bertholdt is adamant about this. She hasn't even done anything wrong. And based on what they heard, she was forced to join the military. She's like them. Annie retorts and reminds Bertholdt of what would happen if they returned right now to Marley, and what would happen to their families. It's either Krista or them.

Bertholdt reluctantly agrees. And Annie does her best to make friends with Krista. One problem though, Annie is certain that someone is onto her, specifically the tall, freckled, face girl that hangs out with Krista. Annie believes that she knows something. But Ymir is not stupid. She only got a few glimpses of Marcel's memories, but she wasn't going to put herself in danger and out herself by exposing them. Besides, she needed to find a way to keep Krista safe. Maybe...maybe the Survey Corps would be the better option that the MPs, since they have the Metal Titan on their side. However, Annie's persistence does pay off, and Krista and Annie begin to talk more. Much to Ymir's displeasure, but there wasn't much she could do right now. Unless she wanted to risk herself...did she want to risk herself? She knows that she doesn't want to see Krista hurt, but to sacrifice her freedom for her was hypocritical. But...

Ymir's heart skipped a beat when Krista was laughing at a joke Sasha made...Shit.

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robronrewatch2023 · 11 months

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June 8th summary

We watched from 2014/12/01 to 2014/12/16.

Someone has a prang with Moira and she has to go to hospital. The guy brings his car to the garage, asking Aaron to sort it, but then it goes missing. Aaron thinks Ross might have taken it, but he denies it. Cain puts the fear of god into the guy for hurting Moira.

Chrissie asks Aaron to find a flashy classic car for Robert. Robert blows hot and cold with Aaron before faking a car breakdown and kissing him. He backs off quickly but later finds Aaron at the garage and they have sex. Despite this, Robert claims he is straight and says that Chrissie doesn't need to know everything about him. Aaron invites Finn for a drink but spends the whole time staring at Robert before telling Robert that he has bashed his car up. Robert goes out to look at it before coming back to confront Aaron; they get angry and physical before kissing and going upstairs to have sex again.

Diane gives Jack's wedding ring to Andy, which Robert is upset and hurt by. He goes for a sulky walk when Aaron picks him up and they end up in Bar West where Robert is freaked out to be there and seethes silently for 45 minutes before ranting about the rings; Aaron thinks he's overreacting. They have a bit of an argument then Robert storms out. After Katie has a go at him too, Robert phones the jewellers, asking if they can do inscriptions inside the rings.

Adam gets out of prison and is adorable with Aaron (I friendship them a lot). Chrissie recognises Ross's voice as being one of the people in the fake burglary; Robert manages to stop her phoning the police by saying he'll go and talk to Ross, then pretending he beat him up enough to get in trouble himself if Chrissie phones the police now.

#robronrewatch2023 #summary #some of my fave moments all in today's section lolol #and a heck of a lot happened!

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writernopal · 1 year

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Find the Word Tag

Thank you @mariahwritesstuff for the tag, find her post here.

Tagging: @thesyntheticwanderer @autumnalwalker @amywrites256 @florraisons @starliight-whump @kyuukhya (gently) @lynnedwardswrites (gently) and anyone else who wants to join in!

My words (that I have to find): beautiful, love, time, and worry

Your words (that the people I tagged find): threshold, passion, empire, serve

Snippets come from AASOAF 1 ☺️

beautiful

Her head slid to one side and her hood slipped off to reveal her messy hair. I scoffed a small laugh. Every time I had seen her, she was so put together, so seeing her with a tangled nest upon her head instead of the neat bun she usually sported was comical. She was a mess though I supposed that wasn’t her fault. Most humans looked ugly and unkempt in the morning, even beautiful ones like her, rather a fault of her kind. I studied her face next; it was set in a neutral expression, and now that it was, I could appreciate the gentle slope of her nose and how softly rounded it was at the end. It was charming. Most women in The Empire prided themselves on having long slim snouts and thought that human women's faces were squished and ugly since they usually had small noses. But Mariel wore it well, in my opinion.

love

I scoffed. I so boldly claimed I wasn’t in love back there but now I was beginning to doubt myself. Was I? I kept telling myself I wasn’t because it felt so different from what I had with Ophelia. We hadn’t even kissed or held hands and definitely hadn’t done the other thing, so how could I be sure I was in love with her? And even though I knew who she was, I didn’t know her. I knew nothing about her life growing up, whether she had siblings, her fears and joys, her dreams and aspirations, or even the small things like her favorite food, none of it. She was practically a stranger in that aspect. So why, then? Why was I so drawn to her? Why did I try to find her wherever I went? I said that I needed her. Was that a slip of the tongue? Or was there truth in that? And if there was, why was I so adamant that she should be with me? What if we were rotten together? I sighed again. So many questions would they ever be answered? Maybe not.

time

Just some feet away walked that lavender lizard. He was unaccompanied this time but still looked terrifying as he had that day. I watched him walk among the crowd toward the harbor at an even but quick pace—no doubt, he was returning to his cursed vessel. However, as I watched him, I was struck by how he didn’t shove people out of the way or demand space in a rude manner. He simply slipped and slinked among them as a snake might through a pile of leaves effortlessly and efficiently. I suppose I could infer that being among such rabble might be expected for him if his ship came to dock reasonably often. I only hoped that it didn’t come to dock here fairly often.

worry

I rose to my feet and approached my vanity. I should have been trembling or crying and telling myself that I shouldn’t do this, but there was nothing. I was devoid of any sort of rational thought but also of any considerate feeling. I watched as I pulled open the drawer and picked up the small glass bottle. Its occupant buzzed frantically within its prison. I know exactly how you feel but don’t worry; it's almost over. Soon we would both rest in a place where the terror we felt now would seem like nothing more than a distant dream. Perhaps we might look upon it fondly as the time when we were capable of such a feeling.

#aasoaf #my writing #find the word tag #tag game #writeblr tag games #aasoaf snippet #aasoaf 1 #mariel #axtapor

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The Acid Shower Trap and The Tightrope Trap (I made up my own traps because I’m weird as hell)

!Saw fic!

JUST AN FYI, THESE AREN’T ACTUAL TRAPS! I JUST CAME UP WITH THEM (THESE SHOULD BE IN SAW XI)

This fic takes place in the events after Saw X but before Saw III

Long ass backstory but it’ll be worth it

Content warnings: Mentions of drug use, mentions of death, torture, cursing (lots of it), mentions of reckless endangerment, usage of a weapon, threatening hostages, prank gone wrong, mentions of psychiatric help, mentions of suicide, mentions of vomiting (emetophobia)

Characters included: Amanda Young, Adam Stanheight (obviously, who else is going to take the pictures?) Mark Hoffman, Lawrence Gordon, Kelsey Marrow (my own character) Noel Marrow (my own character) Leo (my own character) Detective Nelson Danson (my own character) Noel’s friends (my own characters, Nicholas, Edwin, Joey and Toby)

Yes I made Kelsey and Noel siblings. We don’t ever see siblings in the saw franchise, and plus I cannot come up with my own names

Soft Amanda because why not. She’s also 21 years old

Synopsis: Two siblings: one man, one woman, two different traps, one a criminal, the other a reckless prankster. One escapable trap, the other rigged (I can imagine it being rigged, need another or more opinions on it)

Word count: 4.2K

~•~

Kelsey Marrow ran down the street clutching a duffel bag. The bag scraped against her as she ran into a deserted alleyway and jumped over a tall fence. The sound of police sirens rang in the street as multiple cars drove at once.

Her black heeled boots clicked on the cement as she ran farther away from the cops and into a bank. She put a bandana over her face and stormed in. She held a gun up and shouted.

“Nobody fucking move!” She then turned to the panicked tellers at the desk in front of her. “Give me the damn money or you’ll all have this place painted with your fucking brains! And I will not hesitate!” She shouted as she held the gun up to each of the bank tellers’ heads. The tellers panicked and shoved the money onto the counter and into her duffel. “I know you have more! Give it to me!” Kelsey shouted as she paced around the bank aiming her gun at random people in the building.

The alarm went off. She cursed, snatched the money, zipped up the bag and started to run.

“Damn it!” The police sirens became louder. She shot the gun up into the air and disappeared down a dark alley. She stopped and leaned over gasping for breath. Kelsey opened the bag and saw the multiple bundles of cash laying before her. “Oh baby, you’re going to be rich.” She muttered to herself.

She walked into a building where a tall man leaned against a table. He looked up at Kelsey. “Hey, Kelsey.” The man greeted.

“Hey, Leo. Guess who went big tonight.” She opened the bag and poured it onto the table. Leo picked up the bundles and his eyes widened.

“Holy shit Kelsey!” He exclaimed. “You got all of this just from the bank?”

“Nope, I stole from the jewelry store, and that strange bookshop where my mother goes.” Kelsey pawed through the wads of cash excitement in her eyes. “I even stole a little souvenir for you.” She fished out a ring and threw it in Leo’s direction. She then pulled a diamond necklace out of the bag and placed it on her neck.

“Oh, wow. It’s even in my style palette.” Leo fawned over the ring. He held his hand up under the fluorescent lights.

“See. I practically know everything about you.” Kelsey walked to the window and peeked out of it. “Sooner or later the cops will find us. One of us will be far out of town and the other will be rotting in a prison cell.”

Leo turned on the tv and the channel was set to the news. A male reporter was talking to the screen.

“We have a latest update on the Jigsaw murders. It seems although three bodies were found at a desolate warehouse in Mexico City, we have found four survivors, although one is in very critical condition.”

“Jesus.” Leo muttered. “Jigsaw back at it again?”

“Can’t be. Jigsaw’s dead.” Kelsey rotated and cracked her neck as she looked at the tv. On the screen to the left was a picture of John, a woman and a little boy. The boy and John was covered in blood while the woman, who had a bowlcut stood in between them, her arms wrapped around their shoulders.

Suddenly, the doors to the warehouse opened and multiple cops walked in holding their guns.

“Put your hands up where we can see them!” One of the male officers ordered.

Kelsey and Leo turned to face the officers with confident smirks on their faces. Their hands rose up high. A man wearing a black suit with a badge near his heart walked over.

“Holy hell, Kelsey Marrow.”

“Detective Assface Danson.” Kelsey twitted.

~•~

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, Kelsey kept her arms crossed and her eyes low but maintaining eye contact with Detective Danson.

“Well, well. Never thought I’d see Kelsey Marrow in here yet again.” Detective Nelson Danson set a file down on the table and leaned against the wall. He threw his hands up in defeat. “So, Kelsey, why are you back here?”

“I think you damn well why I’m back here Assface!” Kelsey snarled.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” Officer Danson asked. “Especially since I’m an officer of the law.”

“Whatever.” Kelsey sighed before slouching down in the chair. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling. “And you’re a detective. That’s a downgrade if you ask me.”

“Look, I don’t ever see Noel in here, just you. What the hell is just going on?” Nelson asked as he sat down in front of Kelsey.

“Yeah, Noel changed! I haven’t!” Kelsey slammed her fists down on the long white table. “Besides, he only does pranks now.”

“Yeah, pranks that have killed people.” Detective Danson reached into a cupboard and pulled out another file. He opened it on the table. “See? Your brother is not innocent but he knows how to play the game.”

Kelsey scoffed.

“Oh please.” She said. “I’m better at him for sure.”

Detective Danson leaned closer. His eyes narrowed as he spoke.

“Then why are you here for the third time this week Kelsey?” He then backed away taking the files and putting them back in their designated spots on the cupboard. “Teens and even adults with wild criminal records like yours wind up in prison, juvie or hell, even receive the death sentence, punishable by law.”

“Oh please. You wouldn’t kill me.” Kelsey crossed her arms and leaned back. “You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself.”

“Well lucky for you.” Detective Danson let out a tsk sound. “If it comes to it, I wouldn’t be performing the deed. That would be up to the prison warden.”

Suddenly an officer ran in. His face reflected panic and sheer fear. “Danson.” He shouted.

“Yeah?”

“There’s multiple bodies down at Erie University.” The officer then ran out of the room.

“Son of a bitch.” Danson muttered. “Alright, I’m on my way.”

As Danson leaves, another officer; Officer Leroy walks into the interrogation room and shuts the door.

~•~

As Detective Danson and other officers arrive at the Erie University campus, multiple police cars surrounded one of the many frat houses.

Parts of the house were burnt and crumbled. Coroners loaded many bodies out of the house, bodies that were severely burnt.

“Well, things have changed since I’ve been here.” Danson muttered.

“You used to go here boss?” Officer Leroy asked.

“Yes. I was known as the Ted Danson of the university.” Danson flicked open a notepad and walked towards the scene.

“Because you were oh so handsome?”

“No, well yeah, but because I looked exactly like him.” Danson smirked. “Oh man, the girls in the Phi Gamma sorority house were in love with me.”

Another detective lifted up the crime scene tape for Danson and Leroy to walk through.

“James! What the fuck is going on?” Danson asked.

“Multiple bodies, severely burnt, and obviously dead.” Detective James stated as more bodies continued being wheeled out in body bags.

“We did manage to see security camera footage. Multiple teenage boys holding fireworks, firecrackers, you name it.” James held a tape and placed it in Danson’s hands.

“Excellent! Excellent work James!” Danson praised as he and Leroy walked into the sorority house.

“Oh yeah, the Phi Gamma sorority house. This was where the love of my life pledged.” Danson walked around the burnt house.

“You had a girlfriend boss?” Leroy followed behind him.

“She was more of a crush, but we did go out a few times.”

“What was her name?”

“Jane Horditch. Man, she was beautiful.” Danson saw a picture frame of multiple women posing in front of the house wearing bunny costumes.

“What happened to her?” Leroy asked as he looked at the picture as well.

“She was killed. A majority of the girls in this house were killed in a slashing.” Danson explained. “And those who did survive were either in a facility, or couldn’t take it and ended their lives.”

“Like, killed themselves?”

“Yep.” Danson continued looking at the picture.

“Was Jane in this picture?”

“Yes. She was right there.” He pointed a blonde girl in the middle of the group.

“Wow, she was gorgeous.” Leroy fawned.

“Well she’s dead. And the killer was eventually caught and given the death sentence so that gave me some closure at least.” Danson out the picture down on the burnt table and walked out of the house. “I think we have everything we need for this case.”

~•~

Noel Marrow and his friends were running on the road laughing and throwing firecrackers everywhere.

“Dude, I could get used to this. Hanging out, fucking around.” Noel laughed.

“Definitely.” One of his best friends, and frat house member, Nicholas said as he threw a firecracker directly over Noel’s head while laughing.

The group of five stopped in front of the Phi Gamma sorority house crime scene. Their faces paled.

“Shit, look what we did.” Another frat member, and friend, Joey said as a piece of the house tumbled down onto the cement with an echoing thump.

“Joe, man, relax. No one knows we did it.” Noel flaunted as he continued throwing firecrackers.

“Guys, I don’t like this.” Toby, another one of the boys said as he ran a hand up and down his arm nervously.

“Toby, man, relax, breathe.” Nicholas placed his hand on Tony’s arm. “You’re okay, besides you’re not holding firecrackers so you’re okay.”

“Oh shit, there’s a cop coming out way.” Another of the boys, Edwin, said as Detective Danson walked over.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Nolan Marrow.” Danson crossed his arms.

“Well, well, if it isn’t knockoff Ted Danson.” Noel gave back the same attitude and crossed his arms as well.

“I would like to ask you some boys some questions, if that’s alright.” Danson observed the firecrackers in the boys’ arms.

Toby let out a quiet whimper earning a dirty look from Noel. Noel then cleared his throat. “All jokes aside, what can we do for you Detective Danson?”

“I have reason to believe that you boys were involved in the murders of multiple sorority girls at the Phi Gamma house tonight.”

“Sir, I-I would like to say t-that, I wasn’t even there.” Toby stuttered. “I was in my dorm working on my English project.” Toby bit his nails nervously.

Danson glanced at the very nervous Toby. “What’s your name son?”

“T-Toby sir.” Toby replied.

“Well, Toby, perhaps I can speak to you first?”

“S-sure Sir.” Toby followed Danson to a tree. He looked up at the detective nervously.

“Look, son, I know how college works, especially frat boys. They like to manipulate innocent people into doing sorority and frat pranks, and hurt others.” Danson began. “I just want to know if they’re doing the same to you.”

“W-will I be in trouble?” Toby stuttered.

“You won’t, but if you’re hiding something, or you’re involved in the death of those multiple sorority girls, then you could.” Danson tapped his pen against the notepad.

“I used to be a straight A student before I met them. They said I can be popular and respected.” Toby pushed up his falling glasses. “But now, I can never do my work because Noel and his friends are always dragging me to frat parties and making me into a bad boy.”

“Toby, have they ever physically harmed you, or threatened to harm you if you didn’t comply by their rules?” Danson asked.

Toby glanced at the others before nodding quickly. His cheeks turned red and tears welled in his eyes. Danson noticed right away.

“Hey, hey Toby.” Danson placed a hand on his shoulder. “Look, you’re not in trouble. I just want you to answer this one question and I can send an escort with you back to your dorm okay?”

Toby nodded.

“Did you know any of the girls personally?”

“No. But I did see a few in my classes.”

“And you never talked to any of them?”

“No. I’m too shy to talk to anyone.”

“Okay. Thank you Toby.” Danson held his wallow talkie to his mouth.

Meanwhile, the other boys were watching.

“Shit, I wonder what’s going to happen to little Toby.” Joey commented as another officer walked over.

“Probably cracking as we speak.” Edwin shook his head. “I knew he’s too weak.”

“Hey! You don’t talk about my damn brother like that!” Nicholas whacked Edwin on the shoulder.

“Dude chill.” Edwin held up his hands. Nicholas took a deep breath and saw an officer place their hands on Toby. He ran over to the cop.

“Hey! What are you doing with my brother?” Nicholas asked.

“Just taking him back to his dorm. Danson’s orders.” The officer replied as he and Toby walked away.

Nicholas exhaled a sigh and walked back to his friends.

“So, what’s happening?” Noel asked.

“He’s going back to his dorm. Poor fella.” Nicholas ran his hand through his hair. Danson walked over.

“Let’s go to the station so I can interview you each individually.” Danson led to the group to two different squad cars and drove to the station.

~•~

Kelsey sat in the interrogation room bored. Her feet were up on the table.

“When can I leave?” She shouted at the cop who was watching her across the table.

“As soon as Danson gives me the heads up.” The officer replied. Kelsey groaned and leaned back on her chair.

She looked around the white nearly empty room dwindling her fingers on the desk.

The door opened and Danson walked in. “We have four boys here who might’ve been involved in the Phi Gamma homicide.”

“Bring them in.” The officer then turned to Kelsey. “You and Mr. Smith can leave.” He was referring to Leo.

“Great.” Kelsey walked down the hall until she spotted Leo walking out of another interrogation room.

“They let you go too?” She asked.

“Yeah. They said I was only aiding and abetting which wasn’t as bad as committing the crime itself.”

“Well, Danson found the suspects for a homicide at the Erie University Phi Gamma sorority house.”

Leo let out a whistle through his lips. “Shit, that’s crazy.”

“Yeah. Apparently multiple bodies were found, severely burnt and dead.”

As Kelsey and Leo were talking, the power suddenly goes out all over the station.

“What the hell?” Kelsey asked. Suddenly she and Leo felt pricks in their necks and fell unconscious.

~•~

Nicholas, Edwin, Noel and Joey felt pricks in their necks and also fell unconscious onto the interrogation room floor.

~•~

At the dorm, Toby was doing homework until the room grew pitch black.

“Hello?” Toby asked nervously as he walked around the dark room with his hands out. He felt plastic in front of him.

The plastic of a mask.

“Hello?” Toby asked again before falling unconscious.

~•~

A few minutes later, Noel woke up in a minuscule glass shower with multiple spouts. He laid on the uncomfortable shower floor.

“Mm?” He groaned as he opened his eyes. He saw the shower and panicked. In front of him, he saw Nicholas, Edwin, Joey, and even Toby tied in chairs in front of him.

“What the fuck is this?” Noel shouted.

“Why is Toby here?” Nicholas asked. “He didn’t do anything!”

As the group shouted in panic, a door opened and a woman with brown hair, wearing a red shirt, cargo pants, and black boots walked over to the group.

“Hello gentlemen.” The woman, Amanda, greeted.

“Who the fuck are you?” Noel shouted from the open shower. He noticed a monitor inside the shower. Kelsey and Leo were on it unconscious still. “What is my sister doing there?”

“Well, I’m Amanda.” She adjusted her hair. “And this is your punishment.” Her tone turned dark. “I knew you were responsible for the Phi Gamma homicide. My associate and close friend Adam caught you all.” She then turned to Noel. “Your sister’s also facing her own test. A punishment for her actions.”

Adam Stanheight walked in holding his camera and pointed to the photos surrounding the walls of the room.

Amanda walked over to Toby and crouched in front of him. Toby whimpered in fear. “Don’t be afraid.” She whispered. “I know you’re too much of an innocent boy to do this. That’s why you’re not in the pictures.” Amanda then stood up and faced the boys.

“Do we all die?” Joey asked.

“Not all of you.” Amanda smirked. “But let’s find out.” She flipped a switch and she and Adam left the room. The tape recorder on the wall beside Toby activated.

“Hello gentlemen.” The unsettling voice of John Kramer, The Jigsaw Killer, echoed through the recorder. “The reason why you’re here is because you have used your reckless personalities and took them too far, resulting in the deaths of innocent people, especially the Phi Gamma homicide at Erie University where you all attend. As well as the deaths of your reputations. However I do know that one of you is innocent, and we all know who it is.” Everyone glared at Toby. “But, let’s just say, Noel, you would be cleansed of your sins, but have constant reminders. If you can manage to confess to your sins before the timer is up, then you and your friends can be free. If you don’t, well, sin will catch up and you will be no more. Live or die, make your choice.”

The shower spouts activated one at a time and water splashed down on Noel. “What the hell?” He asked.

Suddenly the water changed and his skin started to burn. “Oh fuck!” He shouted.

“It’s acid!” Toby shouted. “Hydrochloric acid! That stuff eats through human flesh in seconds!”

“Fuck!” Noel shouted. His skin started showing red splotches.

“Confess! You have to confess!” Edwin shouted.

~•~

Kelsey woke up in a dark room on top of a high platform. She groaned as she regained consciousness “What the fuck is this?” She shouted in the dark space.

“Kelsey? Is that you?” Leo shouted.

“Leo?! You’re here too?”

“Yeah! It’s dark in here! I can’t see or move!” Leo whimpered as the lights suddenly turned on.

Kelsey had a collar on her head with a wire that connected around her head. In front of her was a thin tightrope.

Leo sat on the other side of the tightrope tied to a chair with multiple bits of barbed wire around him.

A recording turned on, once again John Kramer’s voice echoing.

“Hello, Kelsey. In front of you is a tightrope. Like all circus performers, you must cross it under the time limit or else your associate will perish. If you fall, the rope around your neck will tighten. The rope is incredibly thin, so this challenge will be harder. But back to to the subject, you’re here because of your history of breaking the law. Your associate has never committed any crimes himself, except help you, which by definition of law, is called aiding and abetting. You’re guilty of many things Kelsey Marrow.” The recording paused. “If you look at the monitor to your right, you will see your brother Noel Marrow and his friends in a challenge of their own. Noel’s history of pranks and negligence has led him here, you two are not innocent as people has perceived you to be. Now, Kelsey, you will have sixty seconds to cross this long tightrope or else you and your associate will be left here to rot. Live or die, make your choice.”

The recording ended and a timer ticked down.

“This is insane.” Kelsey stepped onto the rope and her body started tipping to the left.

“Even out your body weight Kelsey!” Leo shouted.

“That’s what I’m fucking doing!” Kelsey shouted as she leaned forward, with her arms out wide to her sides.

The timer ticks echoed through the room increasing the tension.

“Leo, oh my God!” Kelsey walked a bit more down the rope. The rope creaked and bounced under her weight. “I can’t do this!”

“Kelsey, yes you can. You used to pretend to do this all the time!” Leo wriggled in the chair. The barbed wire pierced deeper into his skin. “Don’t go fast, but also hurry!”

As Kelsey walked faster on the tightrope, her feet slipped and she fell. Her hands gripped onto the rope and her body was suspended above the floor.

“Use your muscles to hold yourself up!” Leo shouted. “Come on Kelsey! Use your damn muscles!” The timer then ticked down to 30 seconds.

“Oh fuck!” Kelsey finally made it onto the rope and took a deep breath. “Fuck this!” She started to run.

Her feet slipped and she fell off the rope. Her hands didn’t grip the rope in time, and the rope around her neck tightened snapping it.

The timer ticked down and her body limped.

“Oh my God, Kelsey!” Leo sobbed as the timer ended and an alarm echoed. The wire twisted around his body crumbling the skin and bones.

~•~

In the shower room, Noel screamed as bits of his flesh peeled off and onto the shower floor. He also heard the sound of a neck snapping on the monitor. “Oh God, Kelsey!” He shouted and sobbed. His sister was dead, as well as Leo.

“Fuck, Noel! Confess damnit!” Joey shouted.

“I did it. My friends and I, minus Toby, killed the girls of the Phi Gamma sorority house! It was us!” Noel shouted as he started to sob. “We also did stupid shit! I killed an innocent guy in a recent hit and run. I was drunk, please! Turn the shower off!”

The spouts turned off. Noel looked down at his body and sank down to the shower floor. His intenstines were all over the floor and blood was everywhere.

“Fuck! Noel’s dead!” Nicholas shouted.

Toby started sobbing and covered his eyes.

Edwin and Joey cursed and screamed. The doors opened and Amanda walked back in with two men. “Congratulations. You’ve confessed, but unfortunately Noel wasn’t so lucky. Kelsey and Leo weren’t either.”

The men, and Amanda, walked over to the boys and untied them. “Have you learned your lesson?” The brunette man, Mark, asked.

The boys nodded quickly.

“Y-yes.” They all said.

“Good.” Mark said in a Greek accent. “If you ever do anything like this again, you won’t like the outcome.”

The blonde, Lawrence, walked over to Toby and wiped his soaked tear-stained glasses.

Toby stood and shakily walked to a wall and leaned against it. He leaned down and vomited onto the floor as he sobbed.

“Toby!” Nicholas shouted as he ran to his brother.

Amanda ran over and held Toby up. “Hey. Here, I’ll handle him okay?” She faced Nicholas and then to Toby. “I got you.” She whispered in his ear.

~•~

She led Toby to a private room and sat him down on a bench. Toby’s head hung down as his glasses swooped off his nose.

“Hey, Toby.” Amanda placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, Amanda?” Toby muttered.

“Are you okay?”

“No.” Toby started sobbing. “I witnessed a man die and I snitched on my brother and friends to a cop!” He started blubbering and stuttering. “I-I’m the w-worst brother ever!”

Amanda crouched down and held a wipe to Toby’s mouth and wiped him clean. “You’re okay Toby. You’re okay.” Amanda kissed his head and held him tightly.

“I-I cracked under the pressure.” Toby’s shaky hands reached up to his glasses.

“It’s okay, Toby.” Amanda hugged him again. “I’ll take you back to your dorm, okay? You’ll just have to show me where it is.”

~•~

The detectives ran into the warehouse and entered the tightrope room first. They saw Kelsey’s hanging body and Leo’s bloodied body on the chair.

“Jesus.” Danson muttered as the detectives took pictures around the room.

As he paced around, Leroy ran in. “Danson, there’s another body in the next room.”

“Son of a bitch!” Danson cursed under his breath as he walked into the other room where the acid shower was. He walked over to the open shower and took pictures of Noel’s body. “Shit.”

Other detectives walked in and observed the scene. “This has to be a jigsaw crime, Danson.”

“Jigsaw is dead!” Danson slapped his sides. “This has to be something else!”

~•~

Nicholas, Edwin and Joey were sitting in an interrogation room. “Do you think Toby’s okay?” Nicholas asked.

“Yeah. Besides, that hottie Amanda is taking care of him.” Joey smirked.

“You guys are fucking weird.” Nicholas snarled as the door opened revealing three cops.

“You guys are under arrest for the murders of Cassie, Ashley, Constance, Alesia’s and Layla Malone.” The cop said as they tied handcuffs around each of the boys’ wrists.

#saw #saw trap #shitty saw traps #trap #tightrope #acid shower #acid #tightropetrap #acidshowertrap

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kiraziwrites · 6 months

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dear yuletide writer letter (2023)

These are a few of my favorite things: missing scenes, romantic interludes, reflective moments, epilogues and aftermaths, porn with feelings. I love thoughtful exploration of the power dynamics (smutty or otherwise) between characters, battle couple vibes, intrigue and adventure, extensions of canon worldbuilding, and stories that explore queerness and gender nonconformity. I strongly prefer canon-consistent settings, but canon-divergent plotlines are okay. Any rating from Gen to E is fine, and mild-to-moderate kink is welcome. Angst is great as long as it comes with a happy (or at least gentle) ending, and I love a bit of hurt/comfort as long as the hurt isn’t on the DNW list.

The DNWs: dubcon/noncon; torture or violence beyond a canon-typical degree; A/B/O and alien or magical creature AUs; kink involving ageplay, blood/piss/scat, medical/school/prison settings, or non-standard anatomical features like tentacles and oviposition. I strongly prefer canon settings and canon-aged characters, so no high school/coffeeshop/other historical period AUs, please.

Fandom-specific preferences and prompts below, in no particular order of preference! If you got assigned one of these requests but we happen to share multiple fandoms, pick whichever sparks the most joy for you.

Fandom: The Watchmaker of Filigree Street, Characters: Keita Mori, Thaniel Steepleton, Six.

I enjoyed Keita and Thaniel in the first book, but it was The Lost Future of Pepperharrow that really made me ship it hard: all that delicious angst and pining and misunderstanding and devotion is extremely my jam. I’d really love a missing scene (or scenes) fic about Keita and Thaniel recovering and reconnecting in the immediate aftermath of their departure from Japan, or a post-canon fic where they reckon with the big revelations from the epilogue of Pepperharrow. And while I’m not usually a big fan of kidfic, I adore Six, so a glimpse at the three of them growing and changing as a family would also be lovely. If smut is your writing preference, I would certainly enjoy some character-centric Keita/Thaniel porn, with or without plot, from any stage of the relationship. I'd especially like to see their first time together after the reunion, either while they're still in Tokyo or once they are back on the boat home.

Fandom: Prophet, Characters: Sunil Rao, Adam Rubenstein.

Give me post-canon anything about these two! I just want more of whatever comes after the book’s ending. If you’re up for writing E-rated, I’d love to see what happens immediately after that fade-to-black in the last chapter, or a subsequent sex scene focused on kink exploration (particularly one that builds on the canon hints about Rao’s BDSM interests and experience). But if you’d prefer to avoid anything explicit, I’d be equally delighted to read post-coital cuddling or morning-after conversation, or a near-future fic about these two working out how to be together now that they’ve finally moved past the pining stage. I'm especially interested in seeing Adam coping with the aftermath of his grief and the uncanny nature of Rao's resurrection, and Rao reckoning with what he's come to understand about the depth and duration of Adam's feelings for him (that moment in when he realizes "he's done real damage there"—how does he make amends?) While I enjoyed the book's worldbuilding, the draw for me here is the dynamic between these characters, and I would prefer a strong focus on their relationship.

Fandom: The Last Binding Series, Characters: Violet Debenham, Maud Blyth.

I loved A Restless Truth and need more fic about the Boat Lesbians (even if only one is technically a lesbian and they are no longer on the boat). I will be reading A Power Unbound the day it drops, so feel free to involve its protagonists and plot developments! I’d like the focus to be on Maud and Violet, but Hawthorn and Ross are welcome to crash the party (and Robin and Edwin cameos are also fine, unless it’s a sex party, in which case they should probably keep their distance). Some ideas: if you want to write smut, I’d love to see Violet follow up on her promise to introduce Maud to the possibilities of strap-ons, or further exploration of those glimmers of interest in bondage and sensation play. I would also definitely enjoy a threesome/moresome involving Hawthorn and Ross (perhaps they decide to restage the encounter Maud interrupted? or some other voyeurism scenario?) If smut is not your jam, I'd love a fic of their next meeting(s) after the voyage, or missing scenes about what they're getting up to while offscreen during the events of the third book, or a post-canon fic about what happens afterwards. I'm particularly interested in seeing how they negotiate the leap from the hothouse intensity of their boat affair to something more long-term, especially given Violet's baggage and Maud's lack of relationship experience.

#yuletide 2023 #dear yuletide writer letter

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captainbee66 · 1 year

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screw it--

*banging pots and pans* alright everyone still left in this fandom i present to thee a 2 part ghostboo fic i wrote right after prison break. this had been barely edited since and has definitely been wrecked by canon but whatever i still predicted stuff. (note: i am no longer really in this fandom anymore? I just liked how i wrote this over a year ago so)

cw: Death mention, kidnapping mention, deadnaming in the most literal sense but they don't really care. i think disassociation sort of counts here.

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Ranboo was buried in the grass patch where he died. It was too close to the water than they would have ever liked. Morbid humour, Boo guesses. Maybe they didn't want to touch his body. Or perhaps because they didn't know their final wishes. Whatever the reason, it's at least better than Wilbur's. Nothing but a memorial to his ruined country.

Boo stands over Ranboo's grave. It's decorated in faded, dying flowers, carved from obsidian and blackstone, etched in the scrawling words of Ender long after it was placed here.

Boo floats towards the smooth rock-face and places an allium on the decorated headstone apathetically, too far in his own head. Boo doesn't even flinch when Sam begins speaking behind him.

"Ranboo, you -- you should go home. Come on, I'll take you to Tubbo so you can rest." Sam lightly places a hand on Boo's shoulder.

Boo brushes him off.

"No, Sam." Boo sighs. "This... this isn't finished."

"What?"

Boo sighs and looks at his hands.

"Sam, when I died, I was happy. I could remember everything and it was great. But Sam, I don't want to be here - be a ghost - If I can't feel anything -- if I can't feel anything for Tubbo. I couldn't feel anything when you took Michael. I can't even feel angry about it. I know I used to care about them -- I remember what caring for them felt like. I remember HOW to show I care for them.. But actually caring; it's all gone. It's all... grey.

Sam tries to hide a guilty expression behind the mask. "Ranboo, let's just go-"

Boo glares, making the warden step back.

"THEY had a family. He had a family that loved them -- that HE loved, Sam. Now he- I-" Boo stutters a hushed correction, looking to the headstone.

"I'm dead, here. I'm the only one that visits my grave. Tubbo is too busy watching over Michael after he..."

Boo glances at the thick white bandages that cover most of Sam's chest.

"And -- and Tommy is on the run from Dream still; GOD knows where he is." Boo looks across the water past the prison, a hand hovering over the slit in his cloak.

"But I had a family, Sam. And you killed me, used me as a hostage. You killed Ranboo to everyone who loved him."

"I-- I had to, Ranboo. Dream was-"

"Dream didn't care, Sam. He and Techno were adamant about that. He wouldn't care if I lived or died."

"Well you were trying to-"

"Escape?" Boo laughed dryly, "was I WRONG to escape, Sam?"

"I'm sorry Ranboo. I had no choice. I had to do SOMETHING. You tried to break out. You knew what would happen -- the contract you signed? If I had know you were.... If I had known, I wouldn't have done it."

"You promised me." Boo picks up another allium, inspecting it before setting it onto the grave. "You told me there was no reason I could give that would make you put me in that prison. That you wouldn't kill me-"

"Ranboo! What's with this? There's nothing I could possibly do now, so what do you want from me?" Sam snaps.

Boo stares at Sam in the edges of his vision.

"What do you think."

Sam pales. "We- we haven't been able to catch him, R-"

"Its fine." Boo interrupts, moving from the headstone as he pulls out his axe. "I can do it by myself."

Sam jumps and lurches forward to grab him by the shoulder, sharp fingers digging into the empty cloak. "Ranboo you can't go after him! You don't know what he will do to you! You don't... you don't need it." Sam finishes softly.

"I know that THEY need it." Boo points to Ranboo's grave. "I know the whole SERVER needs it."

Sam glances between Boo and their grave. "We don't know where Dream is, it's been a long time. There's got to be another way for you-"

"No, Sam. I know you're still afraid of him. Ranboo was afraid of him. You think that if anyone gets close to him, they'll end up like me.

"Most of these people used to trust him. They were friends, brothers -- family. You don't want them to experience the pain of being killed by someone they had once trusted." Boo says pointedly.

"I told you-"

"Everything you've told me has been a lie, Sam. You said you wouldn't hurt me, but I have YOU to blame for the pain in my chest." Boo clutches the front of his cloak, not breaking eye contact.

"No -- no-" Sam stutters at the accusation.

"If you won't go, I will. I need to avenge the soul YOU killed."

"No, Boo! Doing this won't help you. Killing him won't suddenly give you the ability to care." Sam holds a hand over Boo's chest.

Boo looks at his axe and laughs quietly. "I'm not doing this to learn to care. I don't need that for this one. No, this- this is finishing what I started a long time ago.

"It's time I picked a side, Sam. Make a proper change on this server. My death meant nothing to them. But HIS will." Boo states as a fact.

Sam takes a deep breath. "Ranboo. This isn't... this isn't the way."

"How many people need to die for this to be the way? How many times does he need to kill Tommy for you to take action? Ranboo wasted his life in fear of Dream. But when everyone sees his body in the sand like mine was, this server will be peaceful again. I can move on. Whether you help me or not, I'm going, Sam."

Boo dissappears, leaving Sam at the grave of one of the few people he was sworn to protect.

He gently kneels in the still loose dirt, placing a faded flower at the base of the stone. Sam looks to Snowchester and sighs before limping back to his destroyed base.

part 2

#dsmp ranboo #dsmp #dream smp #if you noticed this was based around Interlude IV no you didn't #dissassociation #sort of #death mention #kidnapping mention #Im posting part 2 right after this so yeah feel free to look at that. part 2 is sad tho.#c!ranboo #c!awsamdude #warden sam #ask me about the littlest details in both fics i will go feral #ghostboo

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themackenzieboydchronicles · 2 years

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Mack helps with the Village Clear up.

Mackron Fanfic.

"I think we ought to go to the village today to help with the clearing up" said Mack as he cleared the breakfast table.

"I was just thinking the same" said Duncan.

"If you don't mind I'll stay here" said Aaron.

"I'm not leaving you" said Mack.

"No you and Duncan go" said Aaron "I'll be ok with Lucy and her mum here"

"Only if you're sure" said Mack.

"Positive" said Aaron giving Mack a kiss before he left.

"What a mess" said Duncan as they started helping the villagers clear up.

"Look out Mack" shouted Duncan as a metal barrel rolled towards Mack.

Mack cried out in pain as the barrel hit him on his leg. "That looks nasty Mack you'll need stitches in that" said Duncan looking at the gash on Macks leg.

"It's my bad leg" Mack said in pain as he held it up to stem the bleeding.

"Oh Mack that looks awful" said Belle "I'll ring an ambulance and I'll let Aaron and Lucy know what's happened"

"No Belle I dont want him worrying please don't tell them" said Mack "No way am I staying in hospital Aaron needs me"

"The ambulance is here. Lets get you to hospital" said Duncan.

Mack had stitches in his leg and was discharged with painkillers after having a tetanus injection.

"One wounded soldier" said Duncan as they arrived back at the cottage.

"What happened " said Lucy looking at Mack limping.

"Had an argument with a beer barrel" Mack replied.

"Why didn't you ring us dad" said Lucy.

"Mack was adamant he didn't want to worry you both" Duncan explained.

"For goodness sake what next" said Lucy's mum.

"The police came round Mack" said Aaron "They were asking about Meena" he said looking at Mackenzie who grabbed the arm of the sofa to steady himself.

"They thought that she may have been in contact with you. Apparantly she escaped while they were transferring her to a secure prison" Aaron explained.

"What did you tell them" asked Mack feeling faint.

"Mack you look awful" said Lucy. "Never mind about her"

"I need a glass of water as I need to take these painkillers" said Mack.

"I told the police we hadn't seen her and they asked about the day she died" said Aaron. "So I told them you were with me all that day and you hadn't seen her"

"Well at least she cant hurt anyone else now" said Lucy "And all her victims can rest in peace at last"

"Amen" said Duncan.

Aaron went over to where Mack was sitting on the sofa and put his arms round him. "How you feeling" he asked Mack.

"In quite a lot of pain but I'm still going to look out for you" said Mackenzie. "I'm not letting a little scratch stop me from supporting you"

"It was more than a little scratch Mack" said Duncan "It was nasty looking"

"That looks like Cains car pulling up outside" said Lucy opening the door for him.

Cain came in with a big bunch of flowers.

"Suits you" laughed Aaron.

"These are for soft lad over there" he said pointing to Mack.

"The boys were helping with the clearing up by picking up the flowers that were strewn everywhere. Cain explained "And Kyle insisted they were for you after Belle told us about your accident"

"Thats so kind of them" said a tearful Mack.

"They're a bit battered but nothing a drop of water can't fix" said Cain.

"Bless them" said Lucy putting the flowers in a vase.

"Do you mind if I go to bed" Mack asked "Those painkiller are knocking me out"

"I'll come with you" said Aaron.

"Lucy I'm sorry for neglecting you" said Mack giving her a kiss before going to bed "I'll make it up to you"

"Just you get better" Lucy said giving Mack a hug.

Mack and Aaron went up to their bedroom where Mack slumped down on the bed and burst into tears.

"I've let you down Aaron" said Mack.

"Don't be stupid" said Aaron putting his arms around Mackenzie.

"Thanks for covering for me to the police Aaron" said Mack "I feel awful lying to Lucy. I feel I've been unfaithful to her. Maybe I should give myself up. I killed her Aaron"

"Will you fuck give yourself up. Just stop torturing yourself" said Aaron "If Lucy knew the truth it would do her more harm than good. Just think about the baby. You are doing the right thing by not telling her. You're protecting her feelings"

"You're always right Aaron" said Mack wiping his eyes. "I'd be lost without you"

"Come here" said Aaron giving Mack a hug. "I need you here with me not down some police station being interrogated by the police"

22.10.22.

#Aaron dingle#mackenzie boyd,

#mackron fanfic #mackron #emmerdale 50th celebrations #cain dingle #belle dingle #emmerdale #aaron dingle #mackenzie boyd

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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Strip

Gif credit @discoelitist.

Requested by @mypridefulsoul27. Hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder. @mypridefulsoul27.

"So what are these pills called again"? Antonio asked about this new drug on the street. It already had forty overdoses under its belt and growing.

"Pez". You replied, handing him a sample of the product that you got off a dead guy.

"Like the pez candy"?

"Yeah, it even comes with it's own pez dispenser and everything. Makes it popular with the kids". You tell him as you went to put the last two overdoses on the board. They were thirteen and sixteen that had a bright future before them.

"That's Eva's and Diegos age". Antonio sighed.

"From what we know, the dealer is a strip club owner named Marco Stewart. He has connections to strip clubs, porn studios and apparently schools as well. He has a record longer than my arm. Mostly drug charges and a few DUI's, assault with a deadly weapon and a breaking and entering". You tell Antonio and the others as they started to come in.

"A model citizen". Jay chuckled.

"Yeah, his club has been shut down for redecorating and looking for new talent. So if it's alright with Voight. I was thinking I could go apply and someone else". You looked at Voight who was noddling his in approval.

"I'll go. I can go be a bartender or something". Antonio volunteered.

"They're looking for dancers and a bouncer". You tell Antonio. He lifted a eyebrow.

"Alright set it up. You sure you're cool with this, Y/N"? Voight asked.

"Yeah. I want this guy off the streets. Parents will sleep better at night". You smiled and went to get your coat.

"A stripper? Of all undercover missions I have to miss is, Y/N being a stripper. That hurts". Adam held his chest dramatically.

"Eat your heart out". You laughed as you walked past him. Antonio snickered as he followed.

Adam playfully dropped on his desk dead. Kevin and the other laughed. You were taking this serious.

"So what's your name"? Marco Stewart asked, looking you up and down. A toothpick sticking from his mouth.

"Heaven. I'm a little piece of Heaven". You batted your eyes and flirted with him.

"More like a big piece of Heaven". Marco chuckled, his eyes went to your breast.

"Oh you're so funny". You playfully hit his arm.

"You're hired. So what about your boyfriend"? Marco watched Antonio out of the corner of his eye. Antonio was looking at the stage in the club.

"His names Johnny. Just got out of the pen. Had five years but did three for good behavior". You smiled.

"What was he in for"?

"Possession of a controlled substance". Antonio turned to talk to Marco. "That's what the asshole cop said once he planted it on me". Antonio looked between you and Marco than laughed. Marco laughed as well.

"You use to deal"? Marco asked intrigued.

"Yeah back in Brooklyn. I dealed for nine years and nothing but they catch me picking up a ounce of weed for my moms and I'm in prison before I can bat my eyes. It was bullshit". Antonio put on a thick Brooklyn accent.

"Alright. You're hired too. Both you be here Friday night, six o'clock. I got something for you two do before you go on".

"Wow, thanks. I cant wait to show you my moves. I promise it'll be amazing". You gushed, hugging Antonio and planting a kiss to his cheek. "We got the job, baby".

"Let's go home and celebrate". Antonio growled and picked you up carrying you out of the club.

Antonio put you down and headed to the car. "That was easy".

"Yeah. Now we have to figure out what he wants us to do". You say as you and Antonio drove to the station.

"Heaven? You chose Heaven as a stage name"? Adam scoffed.

"Yes, I'm a little piece of Heaven". You seductively purred.

"Yes, yes, you are". Adam smiled like a fool. Antonio rolled his eyes.

"Do you think he wants us selling drugs for him"? Antonio asked.

"Maybe. We could get a few undercovers in there as customers. Give us a better chance at catching him with the drugs". You suggested.

"We can do that. But we dont want to spook him. Since theres two new faces in the club and then add more. He'll know somethings up". Voight replied.

"Yeah. You're right. We go in tomorrow at six".

"Alright. Make sure you two are ready and prepared for this. I dont want it going bad and someone getting hurt. No dealer will go down nicely". Voight reassured.

"Yes, sir". You say. Antonio and you had a rough night sleeping. Your minds raced. Tomorrow was a big job, a lot was depending on you two. You couldn't screw it up.

"My little piece of Heaven". Marco greeted you as you came into the club his arms open for a hug.

"Good even, sir". You purred in his ear.

"Oh, sir. I like that". Marco laughed. "Come on, I got something for you guys". He waved you and Antonio into the back room.

"So tonight is going to be big. Huge! We have Heaven here making her debut and everyones coming. Everyone. So I need you two to be selling some of our delicious product. It taste just like candy". Marco chuckled as he opened a box that had about five hundred pills inside. Enough to kill a whole school of kids.

"I've heard about this drug. It's supposed to make sex even more amazing". You wrapped your arms around Antonio's waist and started kissing his neck. Antonio went along and grabbed your face deepening the kiss to your lips.

"Fuck yes"! Marco cheered.

Antonio pulled away panting, you licked your lips. This was the first time you two let your sexual tension free on each other. It was there but you two kept it bottled up.

"I like you two. This is going to be a great partnership". Marco grinned.

Around seven, people started arriving. Each person got a pez and a pat down from Johnny the bouncer. Antonio was taking his job seriously. You were going around getting drinks for the customers until you were called to the stage.

"Baby, why dont you take this fifty and we go back to the back and play"? A creepy older guy slapped your ass as you sat his drink down on the table.

"No thanks". You smiled and went on your way. You had to breath cause if you didnt you would have taken the drink tray and popped him up side the head with it.

"Heaven, baby. It's almost time". Marco pointed to his wrist and you nodded. You went back to the dressing room and changed into a diamond bralette that didnt hide anything and a pair of black cut up booty shorts. It wasnt your taste but Marco wanted you to wear it. You splashed on some glitter and perfume before you heard your song come on.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new comer here that has blessed us with her beauty. Please give it up for a little piece of Heaven". Marco introduced you to the cheering crowd. You walked on stage and put your hand on his shoulder.

"We also have a special guest to share the stage with her, our own bouncer Johnny Boy". Marco put the spot light on Antonio which caught both you and him off guard. You didnt know his was in your performance.

Marco waved Johnny on stage, Antonio gulped and went up. Marco had a chair for Antonio to sit in as you danced.

"Show em what you got baby doll". Marco slapped your ass.

You smiled at Antonio, he looked nervous. The combination of spot light, the men sitting around watching and the part where he liked you this was a bit to much for him to stand.

The music was flowing through your veins. You swayed your hips to the music in between Antonio's legs. Your hands on his knees, your ass on his lap. Antonio licked his lips, he got the courage to put his hands on your hips and guide you along.

You smirked, rolling your hips. This was all work but you could throw in some play as well. The crowd of cheering men disappeared when you turned around and straddled Antonio's lap. Your hand wrapped around Antonio's neck as you grinded on him. He looked into your eyes as he helped you move your body.

Your eyes wondered over his face, his eyes sparked in the lights, he had a slight smirk on his face and you could see Marco deal out a baggy of Pez.

"Now". You said and Voight and the team busted in. You got off of Antonio and went after Marco, Antonio followed your lead.

Marco didnt run, he had his hands up and ready for cuffs.

"For a dealer, you went easily". You told Marco as you handed him off to Jay.

"I'm just the bottom of the food chain, baby. I'll get a slap on the wrist". Marco laughed as he was taken away.

"Great job, you two". Voight nodded and walked away.

"You look absolutely beautiful". Adam smiled like a bigger fool as he came over. You looked down and covered yourself up.

"I'm going to go change". You hurried to the back.

Antonio slapped Adam on the back of his head. "Watch it". He pointed at Adam. Adam stood there confused.

You got dressed quickly and headed out front. Suddenly all eyes were on you.

"What"? You looked down at your outfit. You had tight red pants on with a red jacket and a black see through corset. You may have taken it from Marcos wardrobe.

"You look good, Y/L/N". Jay chuckled along with Adam and Kevin.

"Thank you". You giggled.

Antonio came by your side. "You do. You look really good. Um, you wanna get coffee"? Antonio rubbed the back of his neck.

"Are you asking me on a date"?

"A coffee date".

"Oh". You were kinda sad that that was it.

"Just for now. I'm kinda tired so coffee will hold you over until Friday night". Antonio sent you a wink.

"Yeah. I'd like that".

"Great". Antonio held out his arm for you and you wrapped yours around his. "Where did you learn to dance like that"?

You laughed. "Believe it or not there was a time I wasnt a detective. But that's for another time".

Antonio smirked as he lead you to his car and you were off on your first date.

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