#though i have seen all of the x files i probably could not explain to you what the actual overarching plot entails
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Hi there.
Maybe a newt x f reader where reader its a healer ( doctor) . reader was a friend of theseus and they were working on a case from the Ministry of magic. Thank you so much ❤️
kiss it better
newt scamander x reader
fluff (making out)
cw: unedited, blood, a lil bit of ~suggestiveness~/(okay a lot a bit of suggestiveness i write like a romance novelist sometimes lol sorry not sorry), making out, newt is ripped and hot as hell
summary: newt gets injured and theseus knows the perfect person to kiss it better.
notes: thank you so much for the request love!!! i wasn’t sure exactly what you were looking for with this one so i just used my imagination so i do hope you like it. feel free to request something more if you don’t though :))
16+ please!!
“theseus, this is ridiculous, let go of me.”
it was a small cut, just a little one. a small mishap with alone of his creatures, that was all. such a tiny little ailment.
“it is bleeding profusely and goes all the way across your stomach, newt!” theseus exclaimed, pulling his brothers coat sleeve like a child dragging their parents through a candy store. “she’s very nice, you know that.”
oh, newt knew you were nice— that was the problem. you were so nice, so pretty, so incredibly everything that newt could hardly bare it. years and years of friendship with you and he could hardly even contain his joy at the sound of your laugh, at the mere sight of you. it made it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to exist when all he could focus on was you.
“you’re working a case, theseus,” newt sighed, allowing his brother to pull him up the stairs to your apartment. “she’s probably reviewing files or something, it would be rude to interrupt her work.”
but the scamander brothers were already outside your door, and theseus was already knocking. before newt could brace himself for the wave of love sickness that would inevitably hit him the second he saw you, the door swung open and there you were; nice, pretty, perfect.
“hi newt, theseus,” you greeted, chest heaving (you may have ran across the apartment the second you’d heard their voices coming down the hall) “what can i— oh merlin’s beard.”
newt looked down, unsurprised to see the blood had seeped through his white shirt. he gave you a lopsided smile and you rolled your eyes, a pitiful attempt to avoid eye contact with the boyish man before you.
“come inside.”
theseus all but shoved newt inside, already straightening out his suit and brushing the left over floo powder off of his shirt. he looked up to you and his brother, unphased by the confused look on your faces.
“well, i best be off.”
you gawked at him. “your— your not going to stay?” you asked. he shook his head. “theseus! your brother is injured and you’re leaving?”
“we have a case!”
“it’s really okay,” newt said, bashfully, suddenly reminding you of the reason they were there.
scoffing, you turned back to newt, waving your friend off. “workaholic,” you murdered as you began searching for your emergency bandage kit.
and with that, theseus shut the door— but not before sending his brother a mischievous wink. newt felt a shiver down his spine.
sneaky bastard.
you finally found the small red box, pulling it open and rifling through it for a disinfectant and some gaws, as well as a mini suture kit.
glancing up at newt through your eyelashes, you hummed expectantly. “shirt off,” you ordered, some foreign sort of confidence surging through you.
newt swore all the brain cells left his mind. “pardon?” he chocked, suddenly not too concerned with his injuries.
“i can’t exactly fix you through the shirt. now c’mon, we don’t have all day,” you explained.
quickly, newt obeyed, shedding his baggy coat and undoing the bloodied buttons. very quickly, he felt exposed, but the bashful look on your face made him feel more smug than anything.
you had never seen newt shirtless before now, but my lord, did you wish the sight to be engraved in your mind till the day you died. you could see the viens that traveled up his tanned arms, and as shocked to see his biceps had been rather toned under that jacket all this time. his freckles spanned all down his chest and arms as well, dancing around the thin scars across him.
for a man so cute and clever, he was sure an enthralling sight to see.
clearing your throat, you finally looked down at the wound intently, relieved to see it didn’t look like too hard of a fix. with some shallow sutures and cleaning, he’d be better in no time.
“not too bad,” you murmured without thinking, entire body going cold at the implication. shit. the clever smile on newts face grew. “i— i meant the cut isn’t too bad, doesn’t look, y’know, infected.”
“good,” newt agreed, leaning back on his arms. his abdomen tensed at the movement and he hissed at the pain. “ouch.”
before you could look at him too closely, or think too much apparently, you knealt down infront of him. however, as he opened his legs to allow you space between them, you realized the predicament you’d put yourself in.
holy fucking shit.
you looked up hesitantly, feeling your heart race at the way newt looked down at you; nervous and kind, like he was just as surprised by your position as you were.
“this might sting a little,” you announced, trying to redirect his (and yours) attention back to the real reason you were on your knees.
carefully, you wiped the cotton pad across the cut, cleaning up the blood around the wound. newt hissed again, hands gripping the blanket laid across your couch. you had to will yourself to keep your eyes on the wound.
“almost done,” you reassured, finally looking up to see newts eyes screwed shut in pain. quickly, you dabbed at the far end of the wound, bringing your hands down quickly. “all done.”
newt sighed in relief, swallowing roughly. he glanced down to his stomach, feeling his head buzz as you looked back up at him. “whatcha thinking, doc?” he teased.
you could’ve died at the irony. you could not tell him what you were thinking right now.
“well, it’ll only need a few stitches at the edges there on the left, but it should be fine otherwise. just some bandages and you’ll be good,” you answered.
“no magic?” he asked.
“sadly, my regulations to do these sorts of healing charms only spans as far as britain,” you replied. “i’m working on getting the papers here in the states, but for now, just my handy work.”
newt smiled, another grin which made you weak in the knees. “your handy work is quite good.”
you ignored the heat in your face from the praise as you began you sutures. you felt newt shiver under your hands as they fluttered across his stomach, tracing the stitches and looking for any imperfections. finally satisfied with the stitching, you taped some bandages across them, and stood up once you were done. three easy steps, and nothing went wrong—
as you took a step back, you stumbled over the edge of your rug, fumbling backwards as you tried to regain your balance. before you realized what had happened, you felt newts hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you forward.
and forward was onto his lap.
you had spoken too soon.
you caught yourself with a tight grip on his bare shoulders, the skin soft and hot under your hands. your face was barely an inch from his, and your eyes met his in a brief moment of panic.
“s-sorry, i just didn’t want you to hit your head on the coffee table,” newt whispered, eyes darting form your eyes to your lips and back again nervously. he seemed very regretful of his action at first, but he didn’t budge to move you off of him, hands gripping the flesh around your hips.
“t-thank you,” you stammered, gathering all your strength not to squirm in his arms, your heart beating faster than your blood could pump.
newts eyes found yours again, thumbs making small circles in your hip bone. “have i ever told you that you’re very pretty?” the low rasp of his voice could’ve made you faint on any ordinary day, but given that you were practically straddling him, nothing could’ve made you more lightheaded. “especially up so close.”
“newt,” you whispered.
“what, love?”
“please kiss me.”
newt closed the gap without a second thought, kissing you gently. his lips were soft, but needy, pulling away and coming back for more over and over and over again. his hands traveled from your hips all the way up to your head, resting on your jaw. you moved your hands up his neck, playing with the curls on the nape.
you whined as he pulled away entirely, pulling him impossibly closer to yourself. “why’d you stop?”
“isn’t there a rule about strenuous activities post surgery?” he teased, laughing as he pressed another kiss to your lips briefly; he had waited too long to do this and he didn’t wanna stop now. “making out seems pretty strenuous to me.”
“i’ll kiss it better.”
#newt scamander x reader#newt scamander#fanfic#fantastic beasts#fantastic beasts and where to find them#fbawtft#newt scamander x y/n#newt scamander x you#newt scamander fluff#fluff#newt scamander imagine
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Unpredictable-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic
A/N: I was inspired a lot by the Bama Rush documentary and couldn't get the idea of a sorority girl in GOD U out of my head. Let me know if you want a part 2.
Warnings: some swearing
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Future probability cognition, the ability to see potential future outcomes, was usually a nice power to have. At 7, I knew my parents were going to get divorced before either of them considered filing. At 9, I knew my mother would focus all her energy on the agency. At 12, I knew that my older brother would take a head of surgery job in Buenos Aires, escaping the chaos at home. Despite this history, nothing could have prepared me for my second year at Godolkin.
The first day back on campus was uneventful: I survived a grueling early morning Pilates class that I envisioned would put me in Sydney’s, the Si Chi president, good graces and, later in the afternoon, I settled an argument between two Si Chi juniors by predicting that brunch would be the most successful rush event.
Being (one of) the first black high-ranking members of Si Chi could be a full-time job.
As I was re-reading the chapters for Brink’s class, my V-Phone buzzed with a text from Leah, one of the seniors in the sorority.
L: Do you know Emma?
I quickly typed back: Which one? Wallace or the girl who got the botched nj in SK?
L: Neither. Short girl with curly blonde hair. She’s here 4 u.
The yelp that left my mouth would have been embarrassing if anyone else was in the house study room. Quickly, I tucked my book under my arm and ran into the ivory and wood-paneled foyer complete with Tiffany crystal chandelier and faint instrumental piano music playing through the Bluetooth speakers. At the door, Leah’s arms were crossed over her lavender babydoll dress as she smiled fakely at Emma, who looked more apprehensive than usual.
“Emma, hi, I thought I told you to text me when you got here!” I greeted as I approached the two.
Emma’s expression relaxed when her blue eyes landed on me. “Sorry, I got distracted and then I got lost trying to find you.”
I glanced at Leah, who shot me a questioning look. “Thanks, Leah, I can take it from here.”
Leah shrugged, turned, and teleported into thin air. Emma’s eyes widened again as she stepped further into the house and I closed the door behind her.
“Sorry about Leah; she’s cagier than usual because she couldn’t get a refill on her favorites,” I explained.
“It’s fine, I’m just glad you aren’t like that,” Emma admitted.
I paused to finally hug her and she nearly crushed me as she wound her arms around my middle. It felt like forever since I had seen Emma, even though it was at my dad’s annual 4th of July barbecue. When I pulled away, Emma eyed the book in my hand.
“You’re reading before school starts. Nerd,” she teased.
I playfully pushed her shoulder. “We’re in college, we have to take school way more seriously now. Besides, a requirement for Si Chi is at least a 3.8.”
Emma tapped her chin. “Let me guess, you have a 4.0.”
I smiled and tugged her further into the house. Of course, I had to give her a tour of the house and introduce her to the girls we passed. When we finally got to my room, Emma collapsed on top of my pastel blue comforter, dropping her bag on the matching rug.
“I know Si Chi is a top house, but you basically live in Barbie’s Dream House,” Emma beamed. “How do I get in? What do I have to do? I will do literally anything or anyone.”
I rolled my eyes and set my book on my desk. “I’m glad you like the place but, you haven’t even met your roommate yet. What’s her name again?”
Emma pushed herself up on her elbows with a huff. “Marie Moreau. I tried to find her on social media, but she doesn’t have any: No X, no TikTok, not even an obligatory Facebook.”
Social media presence was basically a requirement at GOD U these days so it was a bold move for someone to show up without any. It could mean Marie was hardcore about her studies or…
“She might have strict parents,” I pointed out, sitting next to Emma.
Emma raised an eyebrow. “They better not be weird, cult-y parents. I guess that would be my luck too: have a psycho roommate my freshman year.”
“Hey, no one could have had it worse than me: a slob who always had boys over and threatened to gut me in my sleep,” I argued.
“But, you saw all of that coming,” Emma argued.
I shook my head. “Only the part where she stood over my bed with a knife in hand.” I sighed and pressed my hands into the covers. “I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with that ever again.”
“Really, because some of these girls are giving unhinged,” Emma replied.
“The nice thing is I either pick up on the signs or ‘see’ their breaking point,” I explained.
Emma nodded and pushed herself off my bed to start exploring my room. As she started messing with my checkered Moschino teddy bear figurine, my phone buzzed on my desk. When I grabbed it, I saw it was a video call from Cate.
“Hi, what’s up?” I greeted, holding the phone at the most flattering angle.
“I’m trying to entertain myself while Luke preps for training,” Cate admitted.
“What, you’re not totally entertained by your star boyfriend?” I teased.
Cate rolled her eyes. “No, I can’t wait for this to be over. You’re coming, right?”
I shook my head. “Sorry, we have a rush event at the same time, including a choreographed dance.”
“Ooh, did you choreograph it?” Cate asked.
“I might have helped a little.”
“Well, I’m pissed I’ll miss it but make sure to have someone send me all the cute videos and pictures,” Cate requested.
“Sure.”
There was some yelling in the background and Cate rolled her eyes.
“I have to go but we’ll talk later.”
“Bye!”
When I hung up, Emma was staring at me with her mouth gaping, the teddy figurine dangerously close to slipping from her grasp and onto the hardwood floor. I crossed the room as quickly as I could and carefully placed the figurine back on my dresser.
“Emma, I love you but if you break anything, I will lose it,” I warned.
“You know Cate Dunlap?” Emma asked slowly.
“Oh, yeah, she’s my peer mentor. Dean Shetty paired us up last year since our powers are similar,” I answered.
“So, you’ve met Luke Riordan? Like, you’ve been in his presence?”
“Yes,” I answered slowly.
“And you didn’t faint or throw up from his glory?”
“Emma, he’s a regular person. His powers are insane but he is also human, just like us.”
“No, I’m a regular person. Luke Riordan is, like, a demigod or something. Is he better looking in person?”
I hesitated and busied myself with grabbing my rush outfit from my closet and setting it on my bed. Then, I stared at my shoes, feeling Emma’s eyes bored into the back of my head. I closed my eyes and focused on the event tonight, the potential sounds and people. Seconds later, I got a decent image of my Si Chi sisters and I dancing in front of the house, surrounded by freshmen girls in Princess Polly and House of CB. I focused all my energy on looking at our feet and tried not to groan when I saw red high-top Converse.
“Every time,” I muttered as I opened my eyes.
Two more years, just two more years of going along and I would reap the benefits: a strong ranking, a decent contract, and my pick of the most eligible supes. I just had to keep playing the game.
I grabbed my platform red Converses and set them in front of my bed, sheepishly turning to Emma. “Yes, Emma.”
She squealed. “I knew it!”
I laughed at her joy as she bounced in her Vans. “Go to the training today and see for yourself.”
Emma’s expression deflated slightly as she walked closer to me. “I wish you could come, you could introduce us!”
“There will be a next time,” I stated.
“Promise?” She held up her pinky and eyed me as I slowly wrapped my manicured one around hers. She opened her mouth but was cut off by an alarm going off on her phone. “Shit, I have to go film a video!”
“You’re still doing Little Cricket?” I asked.
Emma shushed me loudly and her eyes filled with panic. “Not so loud and definitely not in this house!”
The girls probably already know all about it, I thought.
I flipped my waist-length box braids over my shoulder and laughed as she rushed towards the door. “You don’t know where you’re going, let me walk you out!”
She paused for a split second and gave me some time to catch up to her. However, I led her through the quickest route back to the front door and she gave me a quick hug before she took off. I laughed as I closed the door behind her.
“Some things never change,” I mused.
When I got back up to my room, I realized she left her backpack and groaned. She would have to learn to be more responsible if she was going to survive more than a week here. So, I grabbed my purse and her backpack before traipsing the campus. Fortunately, Emma had texted me her dorm information before she got on campus.
“In case of an emergency,” she’d insisted.
The freshman dorms were not as bad as I remembered them but I cringed at a few musty speedster jocks I crossed in the hallway. A brief premonition helped me duck to avoid an ice user’s power going out of control when I finally made it to Emma’s door. First, I rapped on the door three times.
“Emma, it’s me, you really have to keep a better eye on your stuff!” I called.
After a few seconds of no answer, I knocked again.
“Seriously? I can’t always be looking after you,” I teased.
Finally, the door swung open, revealing a pretty black girl with big brown eyes and long brown dreads that were pulled partly away from her face. Her eyes widened at me and I smiled.
“Sorry, I’m looking for Emma, she left her bag in my----”
Emma cut me off, appearing next to the girl, “I was wondering where that went, thanks!” She grabbed the bag from me.
“Oh, uh, come in,” the girl said, stepping aside.
I nodded and wandered further into their dorm. It was small, like most freshman dorms, but Emma’s side offered pops of color and coziness. The other side was more basic, probably because the girl just moved in.
“Marie, this is Y/N, my best friend, Y/N, Marie,” Emma introduced as she plopped onto her bed.
I turned to Marie and extended a hand. “Nice to meet you.”
She hesitated slightly before shaking my hand. “You too.”
“Don’t worry, Marie, you’ll get used to her hotness,” Emma advised.
My cheeks warmed as I whirled around to my friend. “Emma!”
“It’s true!”
The embarrassment floated in the pit of my stomach as I faced Marie, who looked somewhere between surprised and amused. “Sorry about her, she speaks without thinking.”
“It’s okay. How do you two know each other?” Marie asked.
“Her mom represents me,” Emma answered.
“Oh.”
“She’s the one who helped encourage me to make a YouTube channel and is helping me get into more commercials until my big break,” Emma continued.
I sighed as I sat in Emma’s desk chair. “We’ve known each other since I was four and she was three.”
“Do you want to be an actor too?” Marie asked.
I shook my head. “I tried it when I was little but it wasn’t for me.”
Emma’s eyes lit up and she sat up on her bed. “You should have seen her, she was so cute! She was that toddler in that one diaper commercial----”
“Emma,” I softly begged.
Marie laughed. “Now, I’m curious.”
“Please don’t look it up, it’s not worth it anyway,” I insisted.
Marie shrugged and sat on her bed. “My curiosity might get the best of me.”
“Why did you have to mention that stupid commercial?” I whined at Emma, who laughed at my pain. “Anyway, what’s your major?”
“Crimefighting,” Marie answered.
I straightened up. “Me too.”
“So, you’ve had classes with Brink? How is he? What’s he like?” Marie rambled.
“Well, he’s really tough on first years and makes his tests almost impossible to pass,” I admitted.
“Really?” Marie asked.
“But, I can help you if you want; I did pretty well last year,” I offered.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I questioned where they came from. Marie was a complete stranger, yet she was one of the easiest people to talk to. Normally, I stumbled over my words in front of new people, and this was…new.
“That would be great, thanks,” Marie replied.
Emma leaned forward. “Y/N, you are way too modest. She was in the top ten of the first years last year and she has a peer mentor and meets with Brink on a regular basis.”
Marie snapped her attention to me. “Wait, what?”
I shook my head. “She makes it sound more impressive than it is.”
“No, I’m not; she hangs out with the Top Five all the time.”
“Top Five?” Marie asked.
Emma and I turned to her, stunned.
“You don’t know what the Top Five are?” Emma asked slowly.
Marie shook her head, growing tenser the longer we looked at her.
“Godolkin ranks all the students based on their Q score, which is basically the strength of their powers, academics, and social media engagement. The Top One Hundred are the only ones published every day,” I explained.
“And the Top Five are the only ones everyone really cares about since they’re the ones most likely to make it into the Seven,” Emma added. “It’s on the GOD U app.”
“I don’t have a phone,” Marie admitted.
Emma balked at her. “How have you gone this far in life without a phone?”
Marie shrugged. “My parents wouldn’t let me have one.”
“What about emergencies?” I asked.
“Someone else always has one,” Marie countered.
Something was off about her statement and I knew that if I focused on it long enough, I would get a premonition about her. However, I decided that it would be rude to do that in conversation and tabled it for later.
“You’ll get through it,” I said.
“So, what ranking are you, Y/N?” Marie asked.
“Last I checked, I was number twenty,” I recalled.
Marie and Emma’s eyes widened at me, and I shrunk a little under their gaze. It really was not that impressive considering how intense the nineteen other people above me were.
“That’s amazing!” Emma cheered, leaping off her bed and hugging me.
“How did that happen?” Marie asked gently.
When Emma pulled away, I replied, “Well, right before summer break, I had a premonition about a case Brink had the class working on all year.”
“You solved a crime?” Marie concluded.
“I just helped with a tip,” I insisted.
“Please, Y/N, don’t act like you haven’t solved cases before,” Emma stated.
I narrowed my eyes at her and Emma smirked in reply. Marie held up her hands and shook her head.
“Wait, as in plural?”
“It’s really not a big deal. With all the forensics, psychology, and ethics classes you’ll take, you’ll be solving them too.”
Marie looked unconvinced but did not push it. “So, what’s your ability? I’m sorry if that’s rude to ask.”
“No, it’s fine. Future probability cognition, I can see potential outcomes for the future,” I explained.
“That’s amazing,” Marie complimented.
“Eh, a lot of times it means I get blurry images in my head but it’s helpful sometimes. What about you?”
“Blood manipulation.”
“Whoa, no offense, but that is such a supervillain power,” Emma thought outloud.
“Emma!”
“I said ‘no offense’!”
Marie laughed. “It’s okay, I get why people would think that.”
“Can you give us a demonstration?” Emma asked.
Marie nodded and grabbed a switchblade from her cargo pants’ pocket. In a graceful motion, she cut one of her palms and held it out in front of her. Seconds later, a circle of blood floated in the air like water, swirling each way. Marie smiled at our expressions and the blood slowly flowed back in her palm and the mark healed.
“That was awesome!” Emma cheered.
“I think Brink will like you,” I added.
“Thanks. I think it’s your turn, Y/N,” Marie said.
I hesitated. “Well, mine is definitely not as impressive as yours and I can’t promise I’ll see anything…positive.”
“That’s okay,” Marie insisted.
“You can use me as a demonstration,” Emma offered.
I turned to her and closed my eyes. My mind wandered to images of her face and the sound of her laugh. Eventually, I saw an image of her rolling around her dorm bed with some guy. Then, all of a sudden, she was small and---
“AAAH!” I jumped from my seat, both underclassmen looking at me confused.
“Is it that bad?” Emma asked.
My eyes looked everywhere but my best friend and my hands unconsciously flexed. “Whatever you do, do not bring a guy here in the future.”
“You don’t want me to get laid?”
“I don’t think you would want to experience what I just saw.” I shivered at the thought.
“Have your powers made you respond like that before?” Marie asked.
I nodded. “It’s rare, though, and I have help to get a handle on it.”
Slowly, I sat down and focused on the orange circle rug on the floor. Suddenly, I wished Cate was there to wipe that premonition from my memory. My stomach churned and I swallowed thickly.
“Oh, Marie, you have to come to the training with me today,” Emma announced.
“What training?”
“The Top Five have public training at the beginning of every year. This year, Luke Riordan is up first,” Emma explained with a grin.
“Luke’s a big deal?” Marie asked.
“Hell yeah, he’s number one!” Emma chastised.
Marie turned to me. “Are you going?”
I looked up at her and wondered if she seemed kind of hopeful. “No, I have to do rush tonight.”
“On top of everything else, she is also the secretary of Si Chi, the top sorority on campus,” Emma bragged.
“Wow, are you always this busy?” Marie asked.
“Not always. Things calm down once rush is over.” My phone beeped in my bag and I grabbed it. “Speaking of which, I have to run and get ready.”
“But you already look nice,” Marie commented.
“Thanks, but I need to be up to Si Chi standards. Have fun at the training and Emma, please try not to act up too much.”
“I can’t control what will happen once his clothes burn off.”
“What?”
I shook my head. “I’ll see you around.”
The next day, I was shocked awake by a series of texts from Emma.
E: Emergency, pls come 2 my dorm.
E: Srsly, Marie needs ur help.
Immediately, I wondered my Marie would need my help. When I reached out to Emma last night, she was busy gushing over Luke and never mentioned any issues. Also, I didn’t see any posts about her on social media which calmed my nerves.
After texting her I would be there soon, I slowly pushed myself to sit up in my head and pushed my silk sleep mask up over my scarf. Then, I meditated for a few minutes, breathing through all the chaotic thoughts and scenarios that included strangers and people that I knew. Just when my temples began to throb, I stopped and made my way into the en-suite bathroom.
About thirty minutes later, Emma shoved her dorm room open and pulled me in. She was wearing a gray GOD U t shirt and matching shorts, her curly stuck up in random places.
“Where the hell have you been?” she whispered.
“I got here as soon as I could,” I defended. “What’s going on?”
Marie stood from her desk, a deep frown on her face, and made her way towards us. “I’m not in any Crimefighting classes; it’s all performing arts!”
I cocked my head to the side. “That’s weird. Can I see your schedule?”
“It’s on my phone.” Emma handed it to me and I started scrolling through Marie’s schedule.
“Did you register for any performing arts classes?” I asked.
“No, I registered for all the first-year Crimefighting classes,” Marie insisted.
The frustration was thick in her voice and I wondered what was keeping her from punching a hole in the wall.
“Is there anything I can do?” Marie asked.
“Sorry, I don’t know. I’ve never heard of this happening.” I paused for a moment and smiled. “But I might be able to help. I have a meeting with Brink today and if you come with me, I could introduce you and we could get this all figured out.”
“Really? Do you know how it will go?”
“Let me try.”
I closed my eyes and focused on Brink, the Crimefighting building, and Marie. The images were as blurry as a Monet up close and all the audio was muffled as if everyone was speaking underwater. When I opened my eyes, I shook my head at Marie.
“Looks like it’s up to fate,” I commented.
Marie deflated and I did not know whether to comfort her or not.
“I’m sending good vibes your way,” Emma offered.
“Thanks, we’ll need it,” Marie replied.
As much as I wanted to push back, I did not like not knowing how this would turn out. My heart drummed in my ears later that day as we walked to the Lamplighter building. At the very least, the sun was beaming on everything, making Godolkin look shinier than usual. It was the perfect day for the white cherry-printed sundress and denim jacket I wore with platform white sandals. My braids flowed freely around me under the cool breeze.
When we walked into the building, I let out the breath I did not know I was holding in.
“You okay?” Marie asked.
“Yeah, why?” I replied.
“Your heart rate picked up,” she observed.
I paused and looked at her. “You can hear my heartbeat?”
She nodded. “Sorry, I know that’s kind of weird.”
“Nothing’s weird at this school but, that’s good to know,” I assured.
I made a mental note to be more intentional in meditation as I led Marie to Brink’s office. The Lamplighter building was practically empty since most students were sleeping off hangovers. However, Jordan Li wasn’t most students and was at their usual post, the desk outside of Brink’s office, eyes focused on their laptop. They were in their feminine form, hair slicked back in a low ponytail.
A small smile etched its way on my glossed lips at the sight and I turned to Marie, whose eyes widened at Jordan.
“Let me do the talking,” I whispered.
“Sounds good,” she answered, nodding.
As soon as we got in front of Jordan’s desk, I waved my hand in front of their face to no avail. With no choice, I grinned as I slammed my hands on the desk and called their name. Immediately, Jordan jumped in their seat, yanking their earbuds out as they exclaimed an expletive.
I laughed as they rolled their eyes at me.
“Seriously, freshie?” Jordan commented.
“You can’t call me that anymore, I’m a sophomore,” I sang.
“It doesn’t have the same ring to it,” Jordan teased.
My cheeks warmed at their words and I gripped my Longchamp tote closer to me in an attempt to get a grip on myself.
“By the way, I loved your little dance from last night,” Jordan added.
“You saw that?” I rasped.
“Rushtok is so big that no one can escape it.” Jordan glanced at their laptop. “You’re early, as usual.”
“I like to be punctual but, I also have someone who might be your new favorite freshman,” I replied.
“Impossible,” Jordan scoffed.
I nodded to Marie, who slowly moved to stand next to me. “This is Marie Moreau. Marie, this is Jordan Li, Brink’s TA.”
Jordan glanced at Marie, a smirk disappearing from their face. “Hi.”
“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you. You’re so awesome; your powers are incredible,” Marie confessed.
Jordan smirked. “I’m glad I impressed a freshman.”
Marie looked taken aback and glanced at me.
“I brought Marie with me since there’s been a mix-up. She applied for Crimefighting but she’s in all the performing arts classes. So, I was thinking that you’d be able to help,” I explained.
Jordan looked back at their laptop and started typing again. “I know, I’m the one who rejected her.”
Their words hung in the air and I could feel a lump starting to form in my throat. As smart as Jordan was, they were either unaware of how deeply their bluntness could cut or they did not care. After knowing them for a year, I began to lean toward the latter.
“What?” Marie muttered.
“Why?” I questioned.
“She has no social media presence and, even though her scores are decent, she needs a following,” Jordan rattled.
“Isn’t that a little biased? Do you know what her powers are? If you knew, I think you would be open to making an exception,” I argued gently. “Besides, she can still get a following online. With her face, it will take no time.”
As soon as the comment left my mouth, I froze. I had no idea why I said that, maybe Emma’s tendencies had rubbed off on me.
“Sorry, the decision’s final.” Jordan did not sound apologetic at all and I thought I saw them trying not to smirk again.
“You can’t do that. Let me talk to Professor Brink,” Marie requested.
“There’s no point, he leaves all admission decisions to me,” Jordan said. “You should learn from your friend. Y/N here has ten million followers across her social media and solved the Glasgow Ripper case and a twenty-year-old cold case before she got here.”
Marie whirled around to me. “You solved the Glasgow Ripper case?”
“I just gave them a tip and it was supposed to be anonymous,” I muttered.
“Nothing is anonymous with Vought,” Jordan countered. “Plus, you led them to key evidence.”
“They would have solved it…eventually,” I admitted.
Based on my original estimate, it would have taken them three years and I always felt horrible whenever they showed the victims’ families on the news. The tension in the space was thick as Jordan and Marie glared at each other. I wracked my brain for something, anything to say.
Fortunately, Brink took care of the tension when he burst out of his office, gun in hand, and shot at Jordan. Marie yelped as Jordan switched to their male form and absorbed the shot.
“Wow, every time,” Brink admired.
“If you keep it up, I’m going to run out of shirts, sir,” Jordan replied, smiling.
Brink turned to Marie and me. “Oh, Y/N, you’re here, early as always.”
“Hi, Professor Brink. How was your summer?” I asked.
“Busy. And yours?”
“Good. Um, Professor, I don’t want to take too much of your time, but this is Marie Moreau and there was a mix-up with her schedule,” I started.
Professor Brink nodded and turned to Marie. “Is that so?”
Marie quickly explained the dilemma, narrowing her eyes at Jordan but was able to stay as calm and professional as possible. I glanced at Professor Brink’s expression and while he looked pleasant, I dreaded his words.
“Well, if Jordan rejected you, that’s final. I trust their judgment,” Professor Brink affirmed. “You can serve as a hero in many ways; Crimefighting is a select group of students who show high aptitude in several areas. That does not mean anyone else is less valuable. Maybe we will see you on Dancing with the Stars one day.”
Marie’s face fell and her body tensed. I might have started crying if I was in her position but her eyes stayed dry. I gently put my hand on her shoulder.
“We’ll figure something out,” I muttered.
She did not look convinced and as I politely followed Brink into his office, I prayed that I would get some sort of helpful premonition. Then again, why did I want to help this girl? I knew her for less than twenty-four hours. Nothing was making sense.
Later that day, I practically ran a hole into my bedroom floor as I ruminated over my next steps. My meeting with Brink was unremarkable and I couldn’t stop thinking about how to get Marie into crim. She was obviously a strong hero in the works, even if Jordan didn’t see it. One way to help would be to get her into a decent house on campus since that was one of the only viable routes outside of making it into the Top 100 to get noticed on campus. However, Marie did not strike me as the sorority type.
Then again, I could help her with donors at fundraisers since they loved throwing their money to make themselves feel better. As I thought, my mind somehow circled back to Jordan. It was fun getting a rise out of them after everything last year. They were not as rude to me as they were to Marie, but they were still terrifying last year. They always had a critique for someone and had reduced numerous kids to tears before the first semester ended. Somehow, I impressed them last year and they started being nicer to me. It probably also did not hurt that I had befriended Cate.
“Ugh, it’s hopeless!” I huffed, plopping onto my bed.
Even when I tried to get premonitions, there was nothing helpful; just Jordan and Marie arguing while I attempted to settle things.
What was this year turning into?
My phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts, and I answered without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?”
“Do you have any rush shit tonight?” Cate asked.
I sat up and eyed her in the video call. “No, all the presidents and VPs are meeting tonight so we’re on our own.”
“Great, so you’re free to go out with us,” Cate concluded with a grin.
My heartbeat picked up at the thought of going out with Cate and the others. Any time I went out with them always ended in an interesting story, from the time Cate got us all out of a really embarrassing ticket to the time Andre and Luke drunkenly dueted “Never Gonna Give You Up” in a Korean karaoke bar.
“I know that face, you’re thinking too much,” Cate warned.
“Not in a bad way, in a good way. Where are we going?”
“Don’t worry, just wear something hot and meet us in the parking lot at ten.”
“Okay.”
I hung up and set the phone on my dresser. Maybe this would help me clear my head or get me out of my head. Sometimes the thoughts could be suffocating but I would get a break tonight. I closed my eyes and wondered what would happen tonight. Slowly, clear images of a dark club and the sound of a thumping bass flooded my mind. The club was crowded but I saw myself dancing with Cate and…Marie?
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Hi again! Here's the second Henry Sherlock X Peaky idea I had if you wanted! It would be a Sister Holmes X Tommy Shelby where reader is Tom's secretary and has just stated dating him but hasn't told her family yet because she hasn't seen them in a while. Then maybe one day a girl (badly disguised as a boy) is caught snooping around the betting shop and as Arthur takes her to Tom's office for questioning the reader immediately clocks it as her little sister who a agreed to spy for Sherlock. Then reader finds him and is berating him for putting Enola in danger while Sherlock is mad about her ruining their cover because he's investigating Tom for a case and as their arguing the reader says she knows Tom didn't do it because he was with her at the time (maybe she reveals the hickies) and Sherlock just freezes and goes into big bro mode while the Shelby family is trying to figure out what's going on because for once they didn't commit this crime and they haven't heard about the readers family yet. And yeah! That was the other idea😂 idk which to send in so you can choose which you'd rather do! Feel free to change anything about them too! I just desire some Sherlock x Peaky goodness 😂 ❤️❤️ also I hope those weren't too long I just didn't know how to explain them shortly!
Have a great night/day/time! ❤️❤️ and remember: GO YOU!!
Hey Love,
Hope you enjoy this and thank you for waiting so long! Was away on vacation (realized I didn't post that I was away.) Thanks again for these requests! they were so fun!!!
Warnings: Mention of child trafficking/conflict between family / peaky blinders-related themes
You were tired after being up all night. The conditions were nothing to complain about though. You lay in bed thinking about the chaos that surrounded your boss, and your relationship to him. You knew he wasn’t always a good man. But just like the morning sun streaming through your curtains, your mind was hazy.
This feeling was not something you had experienced before. Complete ease. You were relaxed when he was around, and you even enjoyed being around his family. The feeling was addictive and considering the family you were born into it wasn't a mystery how you had ended up with such an appetite.
While the Shelby family could match your folks for chaos, they had a consuming warmth about them that was foreign to you.
You thought long and hard on your way to the betting shop. This emotion could be a result of lovemaking, you knew enough about brain chemistry to know that there was a scientific side to these things. But why were you so happy the rest of the time? Why were you becoming so attached to him and his family?
You got to the betting shop and were thankful to see tea brewing in the kitchen upstairs. You poured a cup and grabbed a muffin from the counter before settling in at your desk.
Your mind was finally distracted from trying to sort out your feelings. Relief flooded you as you tied your hair out of the way and dug into the various file folders. You were doing your favorite, well, second favorite thing. Analyzing data for patterns. This particular situation was close to your heart you wanted to find the evidence as quickly as possible.
You were so consumed with compiling evidence that you didn't even notice that something had kicked up in the betting shop until Arthur had dragged the commotion to the front of your desk.
He held a girl dressed in boy's clothes by the collar of her shirt. The girl was young with a face that resembled yours a great deal. Your stomach dropped and you weren't sure if you wanted to shout at him to take his hands off of her or die of embarrassment.
Your own appearance was embarrassing enough, your hair was tied up in a scarf, and your thick-rimmed reading glasses probably only made your eyes look even wider than they were.
“Enola?!” You hissed. Your whole nervous system kicked into high gear. She could have been killed. Arthur could have killed your baby sister.
You stood up and Arthur was smart enough to release his grip on her.
“What the bloody hell are you doing?!” She looked up at you with sad eyes, a trick that had been abused many times over the years of broken dolls and colored pencil scribbles on the pages of your books.
“Arthur?! What on earth-” Polly shouted from upstairs.
“Eh - Looks like it's being handled,” Arthur called back, giving you a wink. His face told you that he knew exactly what emotion you were feeling. Older sibling to older sibling, he was going to let you handle your sister. Rather than the alternative, which would have been to put her in the cellar till Thomas got back.
Your stomach dropped.
“Enola what the fuck.” Your voice was low and she gave up on looking sad.
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes and you fought the urge to slap her. She gave you a meaningful look and slowly said “It’s family business”
Arthur snorted slightly. Polly was coming down the stairs.
“I called Thomas. Now what is going-” She started but you cut her off.
“Enola, why are you here, I trust them with family business.”
“Well, you shouldn't.” She snorted and you hated the arrogance that was radiating off of the girl. This attitude and performance lead you to the conclusion that Sherlock must have sent her. She was always hungry for his approval.
“What does Sherlock want with them?” You asked firmly. Her eyes widened slightly but she brushed it off.
“How long have you worked here?” She said giving you a cold look.
“I’m the one interrogating you.” You reminded her. “Now where is Sherlock? I’ll just ask him myself.”
Just then as if summoned he came through the doorway with Thomas. Your temper flared up and you gripped the edge of your desk to steady yourself.
“Could have just called me.” You said trying to keep the anger out of your voice.
“You can’t really be trusted on this one.” He said in his usual unbothered tone. You knew that this mess was clearly for an ongoing case and that because you were employed here you couldn't be involved. But it hurt non the less.
“Right.” You said narrowing your eyes. “Get it over with. Now.” You demanded, unsure if Arthur took a step closer toward you in an effort to show solidarity or if it was in case you ended up being a threat to the family.
“Well, I’ve been employed by a family to investigate the Shelby family here. Yesterday it became an active murder investigation..”
You watched an expression cross Thomas’s face and you wondered if he lied about that part of his life being packed away. You caught a look of confusion on Polly’s face that quickly turned into a stony mask. She didn't know what this was about, but she’d turn on you if it was necessary.
“What family and when?” You said sharply. You felt Thomas’s cold eyes stay locked on you.
“Harris, I placed the time of death around 8pm.” He bit back.
“We were at dinner, I can account for his whereabouts for the whole evening. Before you accuse me of lying, I’ve been looking through all their books and paperwork.” You picked up the papers you had been collecting your findings on. You almost wanted to laugh at your luck, for once you had the upper hand.
“Your employer didn't take too kindly to us after we refused an offer they made regarding the children at the orphanage.” Sherlock’s face paled slightly. “I’ve got more than enough evidence through the paperwork here to put them away for life. Human trafficking.”
You both entered a famous Holmes staring contest and he knew that he’d messed up. You weren't expecting him to look so angry though. Sure when you were children he would get mad like this. You hoped he was angry at the horrible crimes being committed but something in your stomach said otherwise.
You wanted to break and look to Thomas. You suddenly became aware yet again that your hair was messy and you were still wearing your glasses. You normally always took them off when someone was approaching. Your cheeks got slightly pink at the thought of him judging you.
“The real question is what will we do to bring them down,” Polly said trying to break up the tension.
“Why this?” Sherlock’s voice cut like a knife as he gestured to the room.
“We can discuss this later.” He didn't budge and you were grateful that Polly started to pull Enola up the stairs.
“Come let's get you some tea and a snack,” She said quietly. Polly shot Arthur a look over her shoulder. He gave you a reluctant look but followed her out of the room.
Thomas stayed against the wall looking as relaxed and bored as he always did when in the company of outsiders.
“Why them?”Sherlock repeated once he realized Thomas wouldn't be leaving, and you realized it was the same question that had been nagging you all morning.
“They make me happy. He makes me happy.” You said quickly.
“They are criminals.”
“These are hard-working people. You snoop around if you like, but you won't find anything criminal here.” You knew this because you handled the transition of the business yourself.
“I don't like it.” He said firmly and the emotion he was giving off finally made sense. He wasn't one-upping you, he was trying to protect you.
“You wouldn't like it if it was anyone else either.” You said with a small smile finally understanding. “I’m sure we can help each other with this?” You gestured to the paperwork.
“Of course.” He nodded and came to stand next to you. Just like that things fell into their usual flow, you explaining a pattern and him trying to prove you wrong to help narrow it down. You and him went back and forth at a rapid pace and within a few moments, he was in agreement with you. Just then you heard Enola speak.
“Did I miss all the good stuff?” She asked Thomas and you looked up, breaking your concentration. He gave her a small smile. Once seeing his friendly nature you went back to pulling the last of the stolen documents you hadn't examined yet.
“I think they have most of it sorted,” Thomas responded.
“Damn.” Enola sighed. “Was it cool? I bet it was cool.”
“Very.” Thomas’s response caught you off guard.
“Sorry about your shop - and everything.” She said in an uncharacteristically shy voice.
“It’s alright. Feel free to stop by anytime.” You watched Enola’s face light up at his words. While they were legal on paper, you knew this was a dangerous place and probably always would be. Was Sherlock's world any different? As long as the family kept her safe she would be fine you reassured yourself.
“Thanks.” She held out her hand to him.
“Enola.”
“Thomas.”
They chatted and your heart got a little bit softer the more they spoke.
“This is enough to take to the inspector.” Sherlock finally said officially letting you win in his own way.
Your eyes snapped up and looked to Thomas, he was listening to something Enola was explaining. He gave you a nod before looking back at your little sister.
“Excellent - erm Thanks.” You said not sure how to proceed with things. “I know they have a rough history. But so do we.”
“You and Enola are my responsibility. I’ll be around.” He gave you a long look before standing up. He shook hands with Thomas and you walked him and Enola to the front door. You said your goodbyes and watched them hail a cab.
Once they were on their way you took a few deep breaths before going back into the shop. You took your hair down and tucked your glasses into the pocket of your sweater.
After another moment you went back inside to apologize.
You came back in and heard their voices from the bottom of the stairs. It sounded like they were filling John in on what he had missed.
“I’ve never seen anything like it. It was like watching a machine or something.” Thomas said and you weren't sure how you felt about his words. You were a receptionist on paper, you could have done many things with your life. But this job was invisible. No one bothered you, no one compared you to either of your big brothers. It was comfortable. When Thomas asked you to take a look at things you were simply going to give him your findings so he could bring those bastards down. You didn't want credit or publicity. You certainly didn't want him to see you as that nerdy girl with glasses who had so often been belittled.
“Machine or not, she’s one of them. She’s handled everything! She could take us down any moment - you just can’t-” Polly hissed and you felt her words cut through you like hot knives.
“I’ll handle it.” Thomas cut her off darkly and you felt like you had been dunked into cold water.
“Tom - at least hear her out. Not like they treated her nicely. Maybe she’s different?” Arthur said in a pleading tone but there was no response.
You knocked on the door frame to announce your presence. Sharp eyes landed on you and you took a breath trying to look composed.
“Walk me home?” You asked Thomas and he looked at you for a long moment as if he was studying something strange in a museum. He gave you a nod and took your arm.
He didn't say a word the whole way back. You felt his eyes land on you periodically and each time your heart rate sped up. These were last looks and you could feel parts of you start o spin out of control.
You opened the door to your flat with shaking hands. Once you pushed it open the stuffy air made it even harder to breathe. He shut the door and locked it, the sound making your chest constrict even tighter. You felt like you were being suffocated, but now wasn't the time to show such emotions.
“Why did you help us?” The question was simple and you were relieved he was going to hear you out, even if he just had the patience for a fraction of the story, it would lessen the burden on your chest significantly.
“You needed help. You wanted to be better.” It was hard to get your voice up above a whisper. Your mind flashed to all the times you wondered about him and his family and why they would be converting their business over to be completely legal in the first place. They would reach much farther opportunities being shady. What was in it for them? But there was always something shining in Thomas’s eyes that answered your question. Pride. He didn't care about making more money at this point. He cared about his family being respected after a hard life of being dismissed and shit on.
You remembered the various balls and social events you had been forced into at Mycrofts side. All the men that had tried to take your hand in marriage. All from grand wealthy families that had started much like Thomas had. It was unavoidable. You thought about how your life would have been as a wife instead of a gangster's girlfriend.
“You could have turned us in any time. Given your bothers the tip-off”
Brothers plural. So he knew Mycroft too. Fuck.
“Why would I?” You mumbled feeling defeated. “They care about themselves. Well, not Sherlock, he cares in his own way. Enola is just a kid still. Mycroft only cares about himself.”
“He hasn't pressured you for information on us?”
“We would have to talk for him to do that. As far as he knows I’m a “worthless spinster living within the dregs of society.” You mocked his voice feeling frustrated. If his existence was the thing to fuck this up for you, you would find a way to make him pay for it.
“Why didn't you tell me about your family?” He was still as cold as you expected him to be but there was a slight toe of hurt in his voice.
“Well, there's the Holmes family that everyone sees and then the other side. I just - I really like it here. Your family is - more - they like me. They seem to enjoy having me around. It’s not a big competition all the time. And then you -” Your voice cut and tears started to become unavoidable.
“Well, nothing bad has happened.” he shrugged. “Mycroft certainly doesn't know we're together.” He said with a smile. You wanted to know how he knew that.
“Everything was destroyed anyway. It would be my word against yours, and as you can see no one listens to me anyway.”
“I do.” He said and pulled you against him into a tight hug.
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He proposes shortly after.
Mycroft finds out and needs to be taken to the hospital because he thinks he's having a heart attack
Sherlock randomly shows up at Arrow House while You are shopping with Enola. Examining the whole house while Tommy smokes and follows him. Eventually, Sherlock agrees that this is a fine house for you to run. That if Thomas fucks up in any way that Sherlock would kill him and that Sherlock was sure he wouldn't get caught. They shake on it.
They end up working together occasionally. Enola becoming very attached to Esme & Polly. Sherlock eventually becoming fond of the family and occasionally accepting a dinner invitation when he had time.
#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#peaky blinders imagine#tommy shelby x reader#thomas shelby#tommy shelby imagine#thomas shelby imagine#thomas shelby x reader#Sherlock#Sherlock Holmes#Holmes Sister#enola holmes
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Smarter Than He Realized
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺����𝗿𝘆 Spencer has been trying to his his crush on the new girl on the team, but after a seemingly innocent interaction he’s caught by a fellow profiler.
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)
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“Y/n, how do you have the patience to do those?” Morgan asks.
We’re sitting on the jet headed back to Quantico. We all have little routines on the way home: Rossi always takes a nap (doesn’t matter the time of day), JJ makes her calls to her family, Hotch calls Jack and then finds a file to read, Blake normally plans for her next lecture, I read a book or two (depending on how long the flight is), y/n works in her Sudoku book, and Morgan interrupts everyone else’s routine (unless he’s sleeping).
I glance over towards y/n, but only for a second. In such a close proximity to profileres it’s been really difficult concealing my crush on her, but I’ve been successful for the past few months. I always time my glances at her, taking in account who is around and how much they are observing.
She normally has a new Sudoku book every two weeks, but she’s still working on the same one. I noticed the cover didn’t say ‘extreme’ like it normally does.
“Leave her alone,” Hotch protects her.
She’s been on the team for half a year now and the most I’ve ever heard her speak is when we’re working a case. No one knows anything about her that you can’t read from her file and even though it’s an unspoken rule that we don’t profile each other, we couldn’t profile her even if we wanted. And I want to, I really do.
I’ve read her file a dozen times trying to read into her background, but even on paper she’s evasive. The only thing in her file are her previous addresses, where she attended school, and her scores for the FBI entrance exams (which were way above average).
She’s beautiful, but that’s obvious, at least to me. It’s her hair that entrances me most: her hair is almost always in a braid in some way, a different series of knots day to day.
But I didn’t truly notice her until three months ago. Most of the team was out working on preparing witnesses, leaving her and I the only members of the BAU in the bullpen. I went to get some coffee and the door was opened slightly so I could hear the conversation: one of the FBI clerical workers was speaking to her.
I didn’t recognize her voice as her own at first because she was angry.
“You don’t even know him,” was the first line of the tense conversation I heard.
“I’m just saying, how does anyone take him seriously? He wears sweater vests, for god’s sake. He looks like a thirty year old virgin!” the male worker had said. My stomach dropped realizing he was gossiping about me. But the sinking feeling was soon replaced with y/n’s next response.
“Spencer has the greatest mind in the FBI and we’re lucky to have him on our team. Plus, I think his sweater vests suit him, he fills them out just fine.”
“I wasn’t trying to make you mad, it was just a comment,” the man retreats.
“Spencer would take a bullet for anyone on our team, probably for anyone in this whole building, including you. So I suggest you keep your comments to yourself,” she ends the conversation before opening the door fully and turning around.
She made eye contact with me, realizing I had to have heard at least part of the conversation. I nodded and she nodded too. She handed me the coffee in her hands and touched my shoulder before finding her desk.
The case we just finished was a tough one emotionally, but we were able to catch the sexual sadist. During however, I had to explain the names and purpose of too many sexual abuse objects. I’ve never seen y/n so uncomfortable.
Hotch was right in telling Morgan to leave her alone, she needed time to process.
“Hey Reid,” she says quietly, breaking the silence.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice cracking. I thought I would grow out of these voice breaks, but it seems to be a part of who I am now.
“Can you help me with a few of these?” she asks, holding up her book.
I nod and cross the aisle so I’m sitting beside her. She smells like sugared cranberries.
“I only want one number for each of these five puzzles. I’ve been trying to get these for way too long and they don’t have an answer sheet in the back,” she tells me.
She’s never spoken a complete sentence to me outside of a case.
I glance at the first one and find myself stumped too. Frustrated, I grab the book from her hands and look closer.
“Oh,” she realizes. She grabs the book from my hands, and I can feel how soft they are in the short exchange. “There’s an error in the print,” she mumbles.
She scribbles out the printed numbers and rewrites them in the box to their right.
This is what she adds to the team and why my crush on her grows each day: she’s intelligent and sees things we don’t realize we could look for.
I smile to myself for a split second after our reaction. When I look up I make direct eye contact with Morgan. He smirks, seeing what I have been trying to hide since I meet y/n: a crush.
#spencerreid#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid blurb#fluff#criminal minds fluff
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Could you do an Olivia Benson/daughter reader or Olivia Benson/ (romantic) reader?(or Arizona Robbins.)The topic being ED if you're comfortable with it! Maybe Olivia catches on a little late that y/ns been restricting/falling into an eating disorder and confronts/comforts them about it!!
Okay so technically I haven’t written anything exactly in this vein BUT we’re gonna try it and see what you think… also thanks for the idea and ofc it’s with the one and only Olivia Benson.
Pairing: Olivia Benson x Fem!reader (romantic)
Summary: you get the memo from above… though I wrote more as she catches early on BUT the reader has already started to cement in her ways.
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76 hours had gone buy…
76 hours of tears and frustration, tired eyes and strained muscles…
76 hours of phone calls and case files, pictures and reports scattered on the desks before you…
Olivia smiled sympathetically at the sight before her, you were sat at your desk head leaned forward onto your arms that were crossed shielding your face as you slept, case files lay flustered around you…
This case was taking its toll and she could tell, you weren’t sleeping right, waking up at night, tossing and turning in bed, you were determined and that meant that you probably weren’t taking care of yourself either and it killed her to see you like that…
You felt as a hand softly rubbed your back, pulling you back to reality, you sat back slowly rubbing tired eyes.
“Olivia… Hey…” you said, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you squinted up at her. She looked down at you and smirked slightly seeing the redness in your eyes, she knew you were exhausted.
“Love I think it’s time…”
“for?” You asked.
“for us to go home…”
“I-I can’t I’m so close…”
“Y/N you’re exhausted…”
“I’m fine…”
“No you’re not you’re exhausted…”
“Olivia…”
“Okay, then when’s the last time you showered or even ate…”
“What?”
“Y/N I don’t think I’ve seen you take one bite since the start of this case…”
“and what’s that matter to you?!”
she looked at you pain plaguing her features.
“how long has it been going on?”
“what?”
“how lo mg have you been struggling with eating?”
“I don’t know, why?” You said rubbing your hands angrily over your face.
“It’s not healthy, beating your body up like this is not good for you.”
“and how would you know what’s good for me?” You said pointedly. Immediately she drew back and you realized what you had said.
“Because I love you… even when you treat me like that… I still love you.” She said and turned towards her office.
“wait im sorry… i didn’t mean it… I-I just want to figure this out…”
“I know and that’s what makes you a great agent but you’re no good to anyone if you don’t take care of yourself.”
“I-I ca-can’t…” you said tears starting to run down your face. She came back towards you and pulled you into a hug, you stood sobbing in her arms… all the frustration and anger the fear and worry, it all hit you at once and you just let it out in her arms.
“Y/N I love you no matter what you know that and I will stand by you and help you but I can’t watch you kill yourself over this job… I will fight for you but if this has been going on for awhile then we need to get you help.”
“I don’t need…”
“Y/N please…” you looked up into her eyes as she studied your features and slowly but surely you nodded in agreement.
“okay, but…”
“I’ll walk through this with you… all of it, I love you Y/N.”
“I love you to.” You says and you leaned up to kiss her, to during the night Busch at your house talking to her and explaining everything, she helped to get through it and thankfully stuck by your side through the good and bad days… never once making you question if she would leave.
#x yn#eating disoder trigger warning#trigger warning ed#law and order svu#svu x reader#olivia benson x reader#olivia benson#l&o svu#x reader
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Agent 007
Billy Butcher!James Bond x assasin!reader | 18+
Summary: After blowing up one of Mi6 bases, you're sent off to another mission. Little did you know you'll meet the famous agent 007 there, hunting you.
Warnings/Tags: 18+, smut, female reader, unprotected sex, guns, implied choking, curses, oral sex (f receiving), pet names, explicit language, creampie, implied violance
A/N: I apologise if there are any typos.
Also I was supposed to post Helios ch. 3 but it ain't done yet so I thought I could give you this :))
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The Mi6 had no idea about your existence untill you blew up one of their bases, along with a supe they were about to interrogate. But you were smarter, and left no crumbs nor clues as to what your identity is. Although it didn’t last long and soon the Mi6 hit the ball back, killing one of your informators who spilled all the tea. Well... except your appearnce, as he didn’t know it either. You knew well to never show your face to one of those weak dumbasses, or something like that would happen.
Now, the Secret Intelligence Service knew both your computer’s and phone’s IP adress and were probably on their way to your appartment. So you cleaned everything from the devices, hoping they didn’t get any important informations yet, then took your things and left the flat and electronics behind. Finding a new shelter wasn’t hard as you knew a lot of people in the New York slums, where you decided to set in for a while. It was the safest place you could’ve think of, as you couldn’t get back to your boss untill you finish the job.
The next stop – and hopefully the last – was a charity gala, full of rich people dressed in fancy clothes, boring classic music and delicious but small portioned food. Your saliva started to flow every time you thought about it. Maybe you would be lucky enough to also steal something for yourself? Some shiny necklace or bracelet... Who knows? You couldn’t wait for that day.
In meanwhile one of the best IT speciallist in Mi6, agent H –Hughie - has managed to find out your next objective. He run to his boss M and quickly informed her about it. The woman was not pleased but also happy they finally had something on you. She called their best agent to her office, wanting to depart him on this mission. The agent was no one else than agent 007 – William Butcher.
‘’What is more important than my vacation, hm?”
The man burst into the office after a long flight there, it could be seen he was not pleased with the call. He flopped down onto an armchair in front of M and raised his eyebrow at the woman after giving a soft smile to Hughie.
‘’Everything, Butcher. Everything.’’
She sighed standing up and crossing her arms.
‘’We found the next target of the person that recently blew up one of our quarters and killed hidden there Translucent. We need you to attend the Met Gala, track that person and neutralize before something happens. NO KILLING. We have to have them alive to find out why they do that and who do they work for. Understood, William?’’
The man scoffed. He hated her calling him ‘William’. She wasn’t his mother after all, although she acted so. Even though the vision of attending the Met Gala wasn’t pleasant for him, Butcher had to do that.
‘’Do I have a choice?’’
He asked sarcastically with a laugh.
‘’Great. Agent M.M. and F will join you, with Hughie helping you from here. Now go, we have no time to waste. The boys are already waiting in the jet. Good luck’’
With that, Butcher was practically pushed out of the room by rushing him H. On their way to the plane Hughie explained him how to use newest communication devices and weapon, as well as mentioning a case file with needed information inside the plane and that he’ll be on his every beck and call. Soon the three man were on their way to Manhattan, New York.
‘’So... Basically, all we know is that they're gonna be on the gala, trying to attack some politician. We have no idea WHO they are, WHAT they look like, what exactly do they want... Nothing! How do they expect us to find them?!’’
Already angried M.M. said after reading the files and throwing them down onto the table.
‘’By déduction, duuh... After all, we’re the best équipe of the service „
Frenchie rolled his eyes, annoyed by Milk, while Butcher didn’t say anything. He was lost in his thoughts, trying to come up with a sensible plan.
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They arrived to New York just in the day of the gala. They got ready in their hotel room and revised the plan once again before leaving. Hughie has managed to get an invitation for 007 and jobs for M.M. and F alongside needed clothes. Butcher was Benedict Tudor – a British bussiness man with lots of money and royal blood, dressed in simple, black suit pants and a shiny, red jacket. M.M. got a job as a bodyguard and Frenchie was going as a janitor but in reality he was going to crawl through vents above the room and have a full view of it.
And you?
You were Amélia Bonneville – daughter of a French politician, dressed in a red, silk dress with a slit all the way up to the hem of your black panties, white fur coat and black heels. You were really grateful for your boss who bought you those, you looked amazing...
You left the slums and managed to take a taxi to the event. When you were there, you used the entrance for not so famous yet still invited people. As much as you wished to walk the carpet and pose for the photos you couldn’t let yourself be caught on camera. The place you sat at had a great view at the whole room but it also had one flaw. One, big, handsome, flaw sitting right in front of you with that smug smile of his. William fucking Butcher, agent 007, your boss'es worst enemy. You already knew you're fucked, especially by the look he gave you. That predator look. You knew he was stripping you down, well, after all who wouldn’t? Just as much as your head spiraled in your thoughts, so did his. He fought the urge to fuck the mission and instead fuck somebody else, little did he know he could have both at one time.
There was one thing the man appreciated bout going to the gala, and it was you. He had to focus on the mission but M couldn’t forbid him to also try pick some pussy up for later. He took the occasion when a strange man left his sit beside you and joined you after taking glasses of champagne from a walking by waiter. Butcher handed you one and gave you one of those smug smiles of his.
„Tudor, Benedict Tudor”
He introduced himself, softly tugging your free hand towards his lips and placing a kiss on top of it. You straightened up and introduced yourself back after a short ‘thank you’ for the drink.
„What is such a beautiful lady doing alone in here? „
‘’Substituting for her father”
You explained with a warm smile and took a sip of the champagne after swirling it a little. Silence fell between you giving you a chance to think of a plan. You had to get rid of him, but you also craved for his hands to touch your body. You decided you’d let him fuck you then put him to sleep.
„I hope it wasn't poisined”
You said with a chuckle and shifted your legs, giving the man a little sneak peak of your underwear. Butcher caught it immediately and licked his lips, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.
„Nah... I'm a gentleman. I don't drug women, I seduce ‘em... „
He whispered into your ear and left a kiss behind it. You felt warmth in your lower abdomen and your heart skip a beat.
„Butcher. You need to focus on your mission”
Hughie spoke soon into the communicator, making Billy groan and scrunch his nose. You raised your eyebrow at the sound.
„You’re just so hot... „
The agent blurted out, looking you up and down, to cover his behavior. You giggled.
„If that's what you call seducing-”
„I'm just statin’ the facts darling~”
Butcher started to rub your thigh gently with his thumb. You had enough of him having control over you, so you decided to take it back. Your hand creeped behind his neck and started to play with the dark hair, pulling it lightly from time to time. Your other hand made it's way to Billy's thigh, after placing the glass of champagne on the table, and gripped it, your red nails digging in the material of his black pants and his skin.
„You're such a seducer. Yet you fall for woman's mere touch... „
You whispered flirtatously while looking deep into Butcher's eyes. They were dark, full of lust and they looked at you in a dangerous way. You didn’t mind though. The faster you get rid of him, the faster you'd be able to get the job done. You tortured him a little more as you knew he couldn’t do anything about this, not in a place full of people.
„Excuse me”
When your hands left his body and you walked away from the table, Butcher let out a displeased groan. He watched your hips swaying deliciously as you walked, then got up himself when you disappeared behind a corner.
„Putain... „
F shook his head disappointed by 007 and quickly followed him, which was hard considering he had to turn around in small ass vent. Soon he had another problem – he got fucking lost. There were too many turnes, ups and downs which gave you and Butcher a lot of time for your sinful activities.
The man followed you and turned off his communicator. He was confused when you walked into a storage room just to be surprised a second after. You pulled him inside by his jacket and smashed your lips against his, his back hitting a shelf behind. Billy didn’t complain, his lips immediately reciprocating the gesture and palms finding your ass to grip it. A moan escaped your lips as you felt his rough hands on yourself. You had to admit that you enjoyed it, a little too much even... He left a trail of kisses from your ear down your neck, while one of his hands found the slit of your dress and hem of panties.
„Planned on taking you out after the party, but I guess this will do too”
Butcher groaned as his fingers slipped into your panties and run agaist your very wet fold.
„Mmm... We can always repeat it... Later... „
You breathed out into his neck which soon helped you to muffle your scream. His thick fingers entered you and left no time to adjust as they started to pound inside you with an agonizing pace.
„Bu- Ben...”
You whimpered into his ear, almost revealing that you know his true identity but he didn’t seem to notice.
„Mmm... You take my fingers so well... Can't wait to sink my cock inside... Feel you milk it...„
His dirty talk made your legs weak. Billy sped up his fingers almost making you cum. They hit all the good spots inside you. He knew how to handle a woman... The sloppy noises your pussy made were like honey to his ears, he couldn’t have enough of them nor could let you cum so easily. It didn't take you long to reach your climax, but before you did he pulled his fingers out and brought up to his lips. They wrapped around his wet digits and sucked your juices off, making your face flush as you watched it. God dammit, that man was driving you crazy. That mission was going to be harder than you thought.
„Ughh... F-fuck me already you tease „
You groaned impatiently and shoved your hand inside his pants gripping his hardening cock.
„What's the rush sugar?”
The man smirked devilishly and spun you around. Hiking your dress up his hands trailed up your bare legs, crotch pressed against your. He picked up one of them and wrapped it around his waist all while looking deep into your eyes and listening to your heavy breathing. You did the same, but your hands were roaming down his torso, slipping down to his belt, unbuckling it slowly.
„Is that better? „
You asked with a soft moan, puppy eyes looking up at him. You palmed his member once again and pulled it out his boxers. Giving him a few slow pumps and brushing your thumb over the tip earned you a low groan from Butcher. You had to admit he was big, biggest you've ever seen, but rather in girth than in length. It still made you moan your pleasure out when he pushed inside. This time he gave you a few minutes to adjust as he watched your face. Plump lips parted thanks to him, lipstick smeared a little but he didn't care, eyes closed, profile beaming in delight. God... You were so beautiful and sexy.
After a short while he started to move, pumping inside of you slowly at first to soon pick up the pace drilling you. Your arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, and lips kissing passionately.
„Ugh... Fuck... Y-you feel so good... Best pussy I ever had... „
„Glad... Ahh... Glad to h-hear that... „
You whined into the kiss, then arched your back with a loud moan giving him good access to your neck and collarbones. Butcher planted a few kisses across them, leaving soft hickeys to your dissatisfaction. You didn't want the politician you were supposed to kill to notice, that you already had your way with someone before him. Your nails dug into the man's arm and neck when he slowed his movement down. Billy wanted to torture you a bit, cause he knew you just wanted to do it quick, but he didn’t. He liked to devour such moments. Even though his moves were slow, he hit you deeper than before making you feel even better.
„Mmm... I-I'm close.... „
Soon a whisper escaped your lips.
„Hold it in... I'm almost there... You on the pill? „
„You better pull out”
Your hiss made him chuckle. You just didn't want to feel full for the rest of the night, but he was going to fill you to the brim anyway. Few more seconds passed when you felt him speed up, chasing his release and making you cum. Your juices coated his cock and stained his pants but you couldn’t care less. And just as you predicted, he didn't listen to you and came inside.
„I said something. „
He pulled out, your juices spilling out of you. When he started to gather himself you swiftly pulled a small syringe full of chlorororm out of your bra and stick it in his neck. A confused look appeared on his face which quickly turned into a hazy one before he collapsed against you.
„Stay here you fatass”
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After making yourself presentable and making sure 007 was unconscious and couldn’t leave the storage room, you proudly walked back to the ballroom. You'd never think getting rid of famous agent 007 could be that easy.
In meanwhile, Frenchie found his way to the storage room. He shook his head seeing Billy unconscious and tied there.
„We have a little problème... The chick knocked him down... „
He informed Hughie who let out a displeased groan.
„M.M. you gotta find a woman in red silk dress with dark hair. She's the one we're looking for”
The man informed Marvin who quickly acknowledged the task and started to look for you while F. tried to wake up Butcher.
You quickly noticed the weird interest one of the bodyguards gave you, following you around thinking you were oblivious, talking to his little communicator, you figured he worked with 007. You tried to lose him in the crowd but it seemed like he knew exactly where you were heading. He had to have access to the cameras, they always had. But you weren’t going to give up, not so easily. You made your way over to your target and started to flirt with him immediately, which wasn't weird considering you felt his eyes on yourself from the moment you walked in. Just when you were about to pop a previously prepared pill into his drink the bodyguard showed up, grabbing your arm firmly.
„Ma'am we need to go”
He hissed, earning a frown from the older man.
„Excuse me, this lady is with me. If something happened I'm sure it would do the job”
The man said and handed M.M. a few dollars, which he didn’t accept. He figured it would be weird if he just took her out by force, so he decided to wait and just observe you for a better chance to capture you. You grabbed the man's arm thanking him and placing a soft kiss to his old, cheek skin. It didn't take him long to take you to his hotel room, M.M. following you all the time, although you lost sight of him pretty quickly thinking you had more time. Finally when you made it in, you locked the door then threw the man onto the bed and crowled on top of him.
„Now.... „
Untying his tie, you quickly wrapped it around his hands putting them above his head, your long fingers gripping his neck, almost choking him.
„You'll tell me everything I'll ask for... Starting from-„
A loud boom stopped you, Butcher and his pal appearing in the door.
„Well, well, well. We meet again”
That mischievous smirk appeared on his face again and you just craved to rip it off. You pulled a small gun from your bra and pressed it against the politician's head.
„Move an inch and I'll blow his head off”
You hissed sternly, your hand grippiny the gun. The only thing you didn't think of was that there could be more than only 2 of them. That's when Frenchie fell from the ceiling behind you and held his own gun against your had. Great.
A few minutes later you found yourself hanging from the window frame on the last floor of the hotel. Looking down made you shiver and gulp, you weren’t ready to die. Now the only thing you could put hope in was fucking Butcher and his pals.
„Smart, ain't ya? Now tell me, what's the magic word sugar? „
The man smirked down at you, his fingers tenderly brushing against your small ones. You were hesitant at first but his rambling made you snap.
„Y'know, gotta admit that was cool of you to fuck me even though y’all the evil one. That quickie was amazin! I hope for more, and we'll have a loooot of time to do that-„
„OH MY GOD! PLEASE! PLEASE JUST SHUT UP AND PULL ME UP! „
He pulled you up and quickly handcuffed you while you struggled to break free, his free hand gripping your hip. He leaned down leaving a wet and slopping kiss on your neck then whispered to your ear.
„Ya're so hot vulnerable like that... Can't wait to take ya again „
Him softly biting your earlobe made your squeak out of surprisement. Butcher picked you up and threw over his shoulder like a bag full of potatoes.
„M, we’ve got your cherry”
#smut#billy butcher#billy butcher fanfic#billy butcher x reader#the boys fanfic#the boys#james bond#violance#18+ fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#18+ content
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Spencer Reid x fencer!Reader
(GIF NOT MINE)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male!reader
Description: reader is a fencer and is competing in the 2023 mens saber nationals and spencer invites the team to cheer on his boyfriend. (Could be read as ftm) (Also spencer is like low key autistic in this)
CW: slight swearing
A/N: i am a saber fencer, and i have been for years lol, so dont worry abt any mistakes in technique although its not gonna be accurate of an official tournament because it just makes more sense for the plot. (but if yall have any questions feel free to ask in the comments!), and tbh this fic is completely self indulgent lol, bc i couldn’t find anything like this so i decided to make my own :)
(NOT FULLY PROOF READ)
3rd person POV:
The days was finally here, after months of training and practicing for hours every week. There were so many nights Spencer had seen you walk through the door so tired and sore that you coud barely stand too many times to count. But it was all worth it, because today, Y/N Y/L/N was competing for wold champion.
Spencer decided to surprise his boyfriend by showing up with the whole team, decked out in French flags, showing their pride for him and his team. Y/Ns first semi-final bout was starting soon, and spencer was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he and his friends filed into the reserved seats for people related to the fencers. Spencer starts rocking in his seat and Derek looks over at him and says “hey pretty boy, you seem pretty excited, but you’re gonna fall out of your seat if you keep rocking like that!” With a wink. Spencer looks down shyly and says “Sorry, im just excited for his first bout.”
“Dont worry about it genius, im just teasing.” Derek responds. Then Rossi speaks up with “Am I the only one who’s confused as hell on what a bout is?” Small laughs erupted from the team at Rossis comment. Spencers eyes light up as he gets ready to tell him all about what he learned in his research of fencing. “A bout is combat between two fencers in competition. When score is not kept, friendly combat between two fencers is referred to as an assault. A single bout can go to 5, or 15 depending on the situation.” Spencer stated as if he was citing a book, because he probably was.
Finally the lights over the audience dimmed and the lights come over the strip. And then the 4 fencers came out of the back in their whites with blades and masks raised in the air. When Y/N finally comes out last, the entire team cheers and yells and whistles at the top of their lungs, even though the team got a few weird looks for their enthusiasm they didn’t care. And when Spencer and Y/N made eye contact Y/N blew him a little kiss, and spencer practically melted. “Ooh! Looks like pretty boy over here's got heart eyes for his little boyfriend!” Said Derek teasingly and spencer gets even more flustered. But theyre conversation is cut off as the first 2 fencers come out onto the strip, and the team got excited looking for your French flag patch and imposing Ukrainian coach who they’d heard a lot about from Spencer, (who’d in turn heard from you) but failed to find it, and they realized since there was 4 semi finalists there would be at least 1 bout without you in it. But the profilers still watched the bout intently, amazed at the ref calling points for seemingly simultaneous touches, with spencer explaining what the refs thought processes most likely was as they watched. And finally the bout came to a close with the Hungarian Aron Szilagyi losing 15-12. And then came out Y/N, ready for his first bout of the day. He was facing Ziad El-Sissy from Egypt. After about 10 minutes of hard fencing the score was 14-14. And after a small break and talking to his coach, Y/N walked back up to his en garde line and shook his arms out and took a deep breath in before going to en garde position. "En garde! Prêt! Allé!" And you burst forward convincing your opponent that your were going to attack, so in return they lunged forward with a double advance lunge. But you knew that's what he was going to do, so you made him fall short with a couple retreats before pushing him to end of the strip and striking with a quick and strong lunge to the chest. The crowd went wild at your attack and the referee called the point, " attack touché, point!" With their left arm raised towards you. You had won the bout and you were so happy. After meeting with your coach taking a water break and watching the next bout, it was your turn again. This was your chance to win, and become the national champion. The team went wild when they recognized the familiar patch on the young mans knickers and the imposing Ukrainian man standing off to the side. Y/N was facing Sandro Bazadze from Georgia. At first he was losing, bad. You could see spencer and the rest of the team sitting quietly watching in the hopes that the score would improve. It was currently 10-4 and you were down, but slowly you started gaining back points. A feint attack here, a quick sharp attack in the middle, a long attack down the strip with a sharp lunge to finish it off. And suddenly the score was 13-12, you. And with every point you won, spencer and his friends cheered louder.
The score was 14-13 and you just needed one more point, the audience fell silent as the ref called, “en garde, prêt, Allé!” And you sped forward with your arm starting to extend, and then you pounced into a lunge and the referee called halt, to the crowd it looked like a Simultaneous. But as soon as you heard the word you stopped and immediately came closer to the edge of the raised strip where the referee was standing slightly below you, your mask off to the side, discarded and forgotten in anticipation for the call. And as you and your opponent discussed with he referee, spencer began to wring his fingers so tight it was hard to tell if any blood was getting to them, he seemed more nervous than you. But finally the referee took a step back and announced “attack, touche, point!” With their arm raised above their head to their left. That was your side, it was your point. Spencer jumped up and start he’d cheering loudly with the rest of the crowd as you jumped and started crying tears of joy as you hugged your opponent who you’d known from your old days at junior Olympics. Spencer could believe it, he was so happy for you that the muscles in his jaw hurt from smiling so big.
(TIME SKIP)
Spencer's POV:
I had watched the medal ceremony and I couldn't wait to see Y/N. I decided to meet him in the locker room area before he went out and got crowded by people. I just wanted a moment alone with him and I was gonna get it.
when I walked into the room y/ns back was turned to me while he took off his lemme (pronounced le-may) and all that remained where his whites. I walked up behind him quietly and hugged his waist while snuggling my head into his neck despite his sweatiness
y/ns POV:
I felt arms snake around my waist and immediately knew it was Spencer. "Bonjour mon Cherie. Qu'est ce que tu fais ici? Tu n'as pas besoin de m'embrasser au fait, je suis très en sueur Chérie." (Hello my darling, what are you doing here? You don't have to hug me by the way, I'm very sweaty.) I said with a smile in my mother tongue as I was to tired to remember speak in English. But Spencer didn't mind, he knew French anyways. "Ça c'est bon mon amour, Tu as fait un incroyable, et tu mérites un câlin" (it's okay my love, you did amazing and you deserve a hug) Spencer responded while turning me around and unzipping my jacket for me. I kissed him and mumbled a "merci" as he pulled it off my shoulders and folded it up to put in my bag. After placing down the carefully folded jacket he lifted his head and placed his lips on mine. I could smell the faint scent of coffee and the paint he had used to draw the flag on his face. I licked his bottom lip asking for entrance as our lips danced together in sync as our tongues danced to their own tune, we were making out.
(Back with the team)
"What is taking them so loong?! I have a figurine of them fencing I had specially made!" Complained Garcia as she held up the figurine that had yet to be given to y/n.
"mama it's a couple in a locker room what do you think they were doing?" Derek said with a sly smirk. "Ughhh I don't need that image in my head right now!" Replied the technical analyst just as y/n and Spencer walked up to them continuing their conversation in french forgetting about the language barrier between them and the rest of the team.
"Ce dernier point était incroyable cependant!"(that last point was incredible though!) spencer said. "Je sais! Je pensais que j'allais le perdre!" (I know! I thought that I was going to lose it!) you responded. Hotch cleared his throat loudly and looked at the young pair. You both looked at each other looking like they just been caught. “Déso- sorry!” (Sor-) you apologize. Morgan just shakes his head and chuckles. Finally Rossi speaks up, “well it seams like congratulations are in order.” And starts to make his way over to Y/N for a hug but gets stopped partway there. Y/N put his hands out in the universal signal for stop, and said “thanks for the congratulations but i think everyone should stay at least a couple feet away cus i am stinky! I dont wanna kill anyone’s noses”
“That didnt seem to stop pretty boy over here” said Derek with a smirk gesturing to his mussed up hair and smudged face paint. Both spencers and Y/Ns face turned bright red as the rest of the team laughed at the teasing.
(Small time skip)
After lots of congratulations, good jobs, high fives, and handshakes from the team The group started walking out to their cars after deciding to meet up at a pizza place for celebratory dinner afterwards and Y/N decided to lean on his boyfriends shoulder after his knees buckled multiple times in just a few minutes (istg this happens to me all time after fencing and especially after tournaments). When they got to the car and sat down with he bag in the back, Y/N fell asleep almost as soon as he sat down. Spencer looked over at his boyfriend and admired him in his candid state. “World champion…” mumbled spencer to himself with a small smile, he was just so proud of y/n. And spencer thought about that the whole ride back to the hotel.
The end… :)
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HASARDER — PROLOGUE
YJ/Teen Titans Dick Grayson x Reader
ERROR << MASTERLIST >> Part 1
As a civilian who just so happens to live with the Titans, you’re not supposed to wake up in unfamiliar places… let alone unfamiliar timelines. What happens when someone wakes up in a world that parallels their own… that they’re also dead in? Guess you’ll find out.
The reader is gender neutral.
Contains: civilian reader, mentions of death (but, like, in a non-death way), spoilers: no one actually dies, no heroes actually show up yet cuz this is just the prologue, y’all need context before the story can start.
For your first interrogation session, you thought you were doing pretty well. Of course, you had the Titans to thank for that (Robin especially; he always said it was his job as a leader and your best friend to keep you prepared for everything), but you surprised yourself with just how calm you were.
… Even if you were caught trespassing in some abandoned lab in downtown Jump City.
You had no idea what you were doing there. You just woke up on the dirtiest tiled floor you had ever seen, brain filled with nothing but fuzzy static, and your T-communicator (the Honorary Titan T-communicator, as dubbed by Beast Boy) totally busted.
Now, looking back on it, deciding to just up and leave a mysterious— and run-down — building was probably a dumb idea, but it’s not like you’re one of the crime-fighting hooligans that does this for a living (“a rookie mistake,” you were sure to tell Robin after this was done and over with). That’s how the alarms sounded, and you didn’t even get to step foot outside before a bunch of red and blue flashing lights could be seen through the cracks of the boarded up windows.
And that’s how you found yourself in a scene just like those cop movies Cyborg would sometimes binge. The walls were a bleak gray color, the chairs would squeak with even the slightest movement, and the handcuffs they slapped on your wrists would create an ungodly noise each time they scraped against the metal table. And what was worse than all that, you seemed to have gotten the snarkiest cop in the entire precinct to interrogate you. To him, every word that came out of your mouth was a total lie, leaving him to scoff and roll his eyes after each of your sentences.
When he finally left the room — probably to watch you from that double-sided glass pane; what a classic cop move — you found yourself releasing your frustration through a long and drawn out sigh. Part of you wanted to pull out the “I know the Titans and they would be so mad” card, but you decided it wouldn’t be the best call. If he can’t accept the idea of you waking up in an abandoned lab with no memory, how would explaining that you’re roommates with Jump City’s famed protectors go? Yeah, you thought to yourself. Not going down THAT rabbit hole.
30 or so minutes of solitude seemed to go by in a flash, because the sound of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. In came the man of the hour, holding a creme-colored file folder, though he didn’t toss it onto the table like you expected him to. Rather, he opted to lay it gently on the corner of the table after he was properly seated, making you ponder what he was up to.
“… So,” the cop began. His tone of voice sounded uncertain — confused, even — which was a stark contrast from his snarky and condescending attitude from earlier. Instead of lazily leaning back in his chair, expression radiating pure boredom, he was actually leaning forward with his hands clasped together on the metal table; intent on listening to your every word. “What did you say your name was?”
The question made your eyebrows furrow. That was one of the first things you had told him when he initially began questioning, and he didn’t have any problems then. In fact, through this whole interrogation session, he would call you by your full name like it was second nature to him, albeit in a patronizing manner. Just what was he up to?
“(Y/N) (L/N),” you answered, trying to keep the hesitation out of your voice.
The cop leaned back the slightest bit, his dark eyes scanning over you suspiciously. Whatever was going on inside his head must’ve been quite the battlefield, because you could’ve sworn you saw his face flash back and forth from disbelief to shock at least 10 times. It would’ve been humorous to you if it didn’t cause your anxiety to rise. You found yourself preparing for the worst.
But no time in the world could prepare you for his follow-up question; “And you’re sure?”
Your brain sputtered. Any attempt to form a coherent thought proved futile for a solid 10 seconds. Had you of been less caught off-guard, your response to him would’ve been much more elegant than simply, “what?”
The grimace that crossed the cop’s features only caused more anxiety to pile up in your chest. His eyes were completely unreadable as he slowly reached for the folder he set down earlier, dragging it to the center of the table. You found yourself watching the way he flipped the folder — almost hesitantly — and pulled out a piece of paper. Whatever was on it made his grimace more prominent on his face, dark eyes skimming over it before he wordlessly set the paper in front of you.
You almost didn’t want to look at it, too engrossed with maintaining the uneasy eye-contact you had with the cop to even look away. But you eventually mustered the courage to trail your eyes down to the paper in front of you, and…
Certificate of Death.
You found yourself pausing on the title, the anxiety in your chest swirling around your lungs and squeezing them. It became apparent that you nowhere near prepared to stomach whatever words would follow. This was turning into a can of worms that you wanted nothing more than to chuck into that abandoned lab you woke up in, leaving it behind to have pizza night with your friends in Titan’s Tower.
But the pair of eyes from across the table were burning into your skull, urging you to swallow the information on the page.
Your slow hands gingerly grasped onto the paper in front of you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you noted how the paper was warm to the touch, and you came to the realization that this must’ve been printed out fairly recently. Most likely from a database, or…
Stalling wasn’t going to do you any good. Whatever this certificate had on it, it was important enough for this cop to show you.
So, you found yourself reading it once again.
Certificate of Death. The State of Rhode Island Department of Health. Division of Vital Statistics.
Full name of deceased:
… (Your full name).
This was some sort of cruel joke. It had to be. Did this cop hate you so much that he made up some fake death certificate — or a death certificate of some other (Y/N) (L/N) — to mess with you? Or maybe this was a just a prank from the Titans; a really really crappy prank. Would your friends go as far as to knock you out, put you in some random building, and get the Jump City Police in on this elaborate joke? Was your deepest insecurity true, and the Titans secretly resented you for living at the Tower despite being a civilian?
All of your panicked thoughts were ceased by the cop across from you gently setting a photo down on the metal table. You tore your eyes away from the paper in your hands to see that it was a portait-style picture of you; one you had never seen before. The blotchy background was reminiscent of a school yearbook photo, and taking a look at the awkward smile on your face, you reasonably concluded that it was a school yearbook photo. Except… which year?
The cop’s voice was soft when he spoke up. “(Y/N) (L/N) has…” there was a moment of hesitation, “been dead for two years.”
“… two years,” you echoed back, voice so soft and foreign to your own ears. Your eyes reverted back to the death certificate, desperately trying to make sense of the situation.
Certificate of Death. The State of Rhode Island Department of Health. Division of Vital Statistics.
Full name of deceased: (your full name).
Date of death: December 12th, 2013.
Place of death: Providence, Rhode Island.
“I… don’t understand…” you were beyond emotions, the anxiety within you trying to claw out of your rib cage. Your thoughts were like a blizzard, and every new revelation made the storm worse. Your next question was more for yourself than the cop; “what was I even doing in Rhode Island…?”
Your question seemed to confuse the cop. He clasped his hands together once again and quirked a brow at you. “Well, according to your file, you live in Rhode Island… err… lived, I guess I should say.”
“That’s not…” you cut yourself off when your eyes fell on the usual residence part of the certificate. Sure enough, in a font that resembles a typewriter, Rhode Island was printed on the line. This only fed more into your confusion and frustration. “No… this isn’t right..!! I’ve never even left Jump City!”
“Apparently, a lot of stuff isn’t right about that certificate,” the cop humorously chortled. “Last I checked, dead people don’t wake up in old boarded-up labs on the other side of the country.”
He had a point; if you died in Rhode Island, how did you end up back in Jump City? And a whole two years…
Your eyes suddenly widened out of realization.
“… The Titans,” you almost whispered. They had to of known you were dead. Your only family was the Titans, so the only way this certificate could even exist is if they identified you. So… have they been mourning your apparent death this entire time?
Please… you begged in your mind. Please don’t be…
As heartbreaking as the thought was, you silently prayed that your friends weren’t hurting for a whole two years. Hopefully, Starfire found someone else to get milkshakes with, while Raven got used to spending her late nights in solitude. Perhaps Cyborg opted to have movie marathons with Beast Boy (speaking of him, you hoped he still enjoyed watching cartoons without you). And Robin…
As much as you wanted Robin to move on, there was a selfish part of you that hoped he didn’t find a new best friend.
But none of that mattered; you were alive. You could return to your regular life with them, right? After a big reunion party, you can all go out and celebrate with pizza, just like it was before. This could all just be a huge nightmare that you can all look back on and think, man, that was weird.
“I have to reach out to the Titans,” you firmly said to the cop. The death certificate had long fallen out of your hands and floated aimlessly towards the floor, though it’s not like you had any desire to look at it again. “They have to know I’m alive.”
At first, you thought you would have to explain to the cop about your relationship with the Titans. It would be a quick, I live in Titan’s Tower, they took me in, we’re friends, blah blah blah and you’d be on your way to the nearest phone.
But, of course, the day could only get worse and worse.
“Titans? Who’re they?”
#Young Justice x reader#Teen Titans x reader#Dick Grayson x reader#Robin Dick Grayson#future Nightwing Dick Grayson#we’ll get to that
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Broken promises
Ch. 1 Lost and Found
Pairing: M/c x Jake,
Words: 1280
Summary: What if m/c went to the Grimrock mines to warn Jake of the police?
I had promised him I wouldn’t go but he tricked me, I would have gone to the mines just like Michael Hanson requested, however Jake has other plans. I must admit it was really sweet that the group had asked of me not go. Well only Thomas encouraged me to do so. I am obviously not mad at him, I could understand how he was feeling, the devastation and the fear that was dominating him when it came to Hannah.
I was so scared, Jake kept talking to me, keeping me updated on what was going on in the tunnels, what he was seeing. He kept texting every motion he would make even though the signal was getting weaker and weaker until he said someone was coming and went offline. I felt my knees go weaker at the thought of the culprit getting to him, I haven’t even seen his face but in my head, my last call with Richy keeps repeating, this time though it is Jake who falls in blood. God! I don’t even know his face and yet I don’t want to lose him.
Once I realized Bloomgate was on his way there I picked up my stuff and took my bike on the mines as well. I was most likely going to be late, nonetheless I was unable to sit down and just wait for Jake’s reply. I was staying at the motel. No one was aware of that not even the man without a face apparently or perhaps he realized only now.
I was riding as fast as I could, my eyes fixed on the road, taking small breaks only to stare at the navigator of Duskwood made sure I had on my device. Suddenly my phone rang… I was Alan Bloomgate.
“Hello, Nellie… I have gotten to the tunnels of the mines” He sounded older than it felt on the text messages.
“Owo, good job chief. How did you find this information all by yourself?” I asked making sure the mock and sarcasm in my voice was distinctively highlighted.
“You did a good job.” He spoke up and then gasped, there was a pause in his voice “There is a room full of files, archives. And there are pictures of all your friends…” He told me.
“Really Sherlock? Maybe there’s an envelope with my name a big sign saying revenge and plethora of raven graffiti?” I wondered and panted lightly, the freezing breeze of December was hitting my skin like many small stab wounds. It was Christmas and I was probably riding my bike to my death. I hoped that Alan wouldn’t notice the back ground noise of my bike and my dragged breathing.
“How do you know?” he asked me, his tone surprised. I was rather satisfied that he didn’t see many of these facts coming.
“That’s what we wanted you to see at the Hanson old residence.” I explained and braked abruptly.
“Are you outside?” He asked me and I didn’t reply. “If you are thinking of coming here, change mindset, it is too dangerous.” He started off.
“Too late for that chief.” I spoke and parked my bike. I was wearing heavy clothes that wouldn’t allow me to move freely, I kept my beanie and scarf. “the culprit threatens me quiet sometime now and today he told me that he would let the two go if I came at Grimmrock waterfall…” I unriddled my ponders leaving Jake out of my speech, he was already in there somewhere. I was in danger running towards a trap and all I could think of is how close we are to each other for the first time.
I strolled over the area, it was a really impressive and beautiful place, I was to the place I was supposed to meet with Micheal Hanson but he seemed nowhere around, I had started shivering without really realizing it.
“There’s someone there.” Alan said and his voice got quieter.
“Be careful, do not shoot…Can you hear me?” I asked as I saw the screen glitching. The damn reception of that place… I forgot where I was standing, I was only scared that he would fall face to face with Jake. I raised my gaze to see the culprit 50 meters away from just staring blankly and I gulped.
“Mrs. Donford.” Alan exclaimed and I looked at the screen. He had found Hannah.
“Find Richy” said she immediately before the call was over.
“Notifying the police wasn’t part of the plan.” The man without a face said, his voice still altered.
“Many things were not in the plan and yet, here we are, aren’t we?” I asked and hoped to stall him as long as I could so the rest would come out of the mines and find me.
‘Bloomgate found Hannah, she is safe...’
‘And I am standing face to face with our cute little legend.’ I texted the groupchat and I saw everyone coming online immediately.
‘What do you mean?’ Lilly asked.
‘Awe some one ran out of braincells, Nellie, WHAT THE HECK?’ Dan texted.
‘Get out of there’ Cleo was next.
‘Please, please, please, Nellie, you can still leave… There’s Jake and now the police too.’ Jessy tried convincing me and I sighed.
‘Nellie where are you?’ Lilly asked as I couldn’t reply at that point, the legend was laughing but thankfully not walking, he kept the distance between us and this offered me some sense of security that I couldn’t really explain.
‘Answer, please don’t scare us like that’ Jessy added.
‘Guys give her time.’ Thomas tried to be the common sense .
“What do you want from me?” I yelled loudly as this staring contest was unnerving me, I made sure to press voice record and sent it to the groupchat. “Why did you involve me?” I yelled even louder. However, he seemed unphased. “You are scared of me, but I do not know why… I only came here for two months and suddenly I am tangled in this mess because of you… You just stand there… You want to scare me? Well congratulations you’ve made it…”
“You see, this mine stopped operating after a great explosion, many innocent people died back in the day, therefore the cause of the explosion isn’t still known… This is how it works, explosion usually has causalties.” He spoke and I inhaled deeply.
“You didn’t…” I breathed out in disbelief.
“Or maybe I did.” He said and I felt wings on my legs as I sprinted down the entrance and I saw him chase after me when Alan’s voice was heard and maybe a few shots. I don’t know if he was still after me. I soon found myself on the ladder Jake showed me and started climbing down, if he was after me he would have made it to the entrance cut down the ladder and I would already be dead… Right?
“Jake!” I exclaimed and my voice echoed all through the tunnels. I started running and running I was lost by now. My phone bombardised with concerned messages while I was looking everywhere for him or the explosives. Not that I would know what to do with them.
I was out of breath, I have no idea how long I have been running around those tunnels, it must have been twenty minutes and I was in denial. I was lost. I paused in a fork path and took a deep breath when I heard a crack from the floor and I felt a pair of hands pulling me on a narrow tunnel. I was out of breath I felt a pair of hands pulling me on a narrow tunnel. It was over my mouth and pressed over my neck. I couldn’t escape or scream… I froze.
A/N: Hey, I replayed the whole game and I feel pretty confident into staritng a small fic again. There will potentially be more chapters on the way. I accept requests of duskwood characters and I would also appreciate your opinion.
Have a great day:)
Yours, silvermist
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Six Days Until the End of the World
@eightnightsofmulder
@today-in-fic
Eight Nights of Mulder
Day Four: Endurance
[on Ao3]
December 2012
Dana Scully has endurance. She was never the fastest kid in gym class but she’d often win running races because she knew how to pace herself. The others would sprint and burn out in the first 50 meters, while her short legs carried her past them and through the finish line. She considered running a marathon with some friends during med school but her demanding schedule didn’t leave time for adequate training, and Dana Scully doesn’t half-ass anything.
In college, her pre-med cohort dwindled over the years as her peers faltered in the face of organic chemistry and advanced biology labs but she worked hard and persevered. She wasn’t always a good shot but she spent hours practicing aiming at cans with her father until her arms ached from holding the weight of her BB gun and her vision started to blur. It paid off when she stunned her misogynistic instructor at Quantico with her spot-on accuracy in the firing range.
Her colleagues at the Bureau, and probably even Mulder himself, didn’t expect her to last long on the X-Files. It was supposed to be a stepping stone to bigger things, an amusing anecdote in her otherwise storied career. Her father instilled in her a repugnance for giving up and an intractable sense of loyalty, but that doesn’t fully explain why she kept chasing monsters in the dark. She’s outlasted the X-Files and almost two decades later she’s still by Mulder’s side.
It’s the last night of Hanukkah and six days until the end of the world.
She doesn’t fully share Mulder’s belief that colonizing aliens will invade the planet in less than a week, and she isn’t sure he’s fully convinced either. She knows they will be together, though, when it does (or doesn’t) happen.
They spent their early days on the run chasing leads, trying to uncover the plan for colonization, and doing anything they could to fight it. But the trail has long gone cold. It’s been years since they pursued even a dead end or red herring, and she can tell Mulder’s heart isn’t in it anymore. They live small and quiet lives now. They have each other, but not their son and not the answers they spent years searching for. He cracks jokes that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if all of humanity perishes in a fiery invasion or becomes slaves to an extraterrestrial master race in a matter of days. She suspects they aren’t jokes.
It’s Sunday and she’s barely seen him all day. He burrows away in his office most of the time now. He doesn’t tell her what he’s working on and she doesn’t ask. Back when they first became lovers, a lazy Sunday without any work was such a rarity that they’d spend nearly the entire day in bed exploring each other’s bodies. She can still remember every freckle on his body but she can’t remember the last time they made love, or the last time he made her laugh. Still, she endures.
“Six days to go,” she hears his baritone from behind her and she turns to face him. She’s at the kitchen table reviewing her surgery schedule for the week ahead and doesn’t hear him approaching.
“Should we escape to Acapulco now so I can at least go out with a tan?” she deadpans.
“You don’t tan, Scully,” he says, sliding into a chair facing her. “You burn. We both know that.”
She shrugs. “How do you want to ride out our final days then?”
“I want to find our son. Apologize to him for not being able to save the world.”
She grimaces. It’s as if he’s jabbing his finger into an open wound in her flesh, a wound that will never heal.
“I’d like that, too,” she says quietly, looking down at her notes now and away from him. “But it’s not going to happen.”
“I have a lead.”
Her breath catches in her throat. They’ve gone down this road before and it never ends well.
“It can’t be him,” she says.
“I think this time it is,” he says, leaning toward her from across the table. He speaks with an urgency she hasn’t heard from him in years. For a moment, they’re back in the basement and he’s trying to convince her there’s a swamp monster in St. Augustine or a lizard man in Louisville. The stakes are higher now and the possibilities even more remote.
“There’s a boy in Wyoming. The birth and adoption dates line up,” he continues.
She shakes her head. “That doesn’t mean anything.”
“I’d agree with you if it weren’t for the video.”
“What video?”
“Come,” he says, leading her from the kitchen to his office.
Of course, she follows him. She doesn’t always believe him but she’ll always follow him. That hasn’t changed.
He taps on the keyboard to wake up his computer. The browser is opened to a YouTube video. On the screen, a cluster of kids face away from the camera in what looks like a school playground. The title reads MY BOY CAN MOVE SH!T WITH HIS MIND.
Before she can object, Mulder clicks play. In the video, the circle of kids opens up to reveal a tall, red-headed boy with blue eyes and a nose he hasn’t grown into yet. He’s holding a toy model of the Millenium Falcon.
“Do it, Jackson. I’m filming now,” a prepubescent voice calls from out of the frame.
“You can’t post this,” Jackson says. “My parents will kill me.”
“I won’t, I swear,” the off-camera voice lies.
“Fine,” Jackson says.
He extends his arms out with the spaceship in his hands. Then, he squeezes his eyes shut, furrows his brow, and the Millenium Falcon begins to levitate. It’s slow and shaky at first, but then it rises higher and higher until it’s roughly 8 feet in the air. The crowd of boys erupt in shrieks and Holy shits!
“Damn, this is gonna get like a million views,” says the filming boy.
Suddenly, Jacken opens his eyes and the ship crashes at his feet with a thud. “You said you weren’t going to post!” He yells and lunges at the camera. The video ends.
“I had some hackers look into the IP address that the video was posted from,” Mulder says. “It’s from a school in a small town in northern Wyoming. I was also able to get enrollment records from the school. There’s only one Jackson. Jackson Van De Kamp. Date of birth: May 20, 2001. I did a little more digging and found out he was adopted, in a sealed adoption, on April 28 of the following year.”
“When did you find this?” she asks, still staring at the screen.
“About a month ago. It popped up on some of the parapsychology channels I still monitor. I wanted to wait until I had all the information before I told you.”
“How many times have you watched it?”
“Hundreds,” he says. “It’s him. Look at him. It has to be.”
“Play it again,” she says.
They watch the video a second time, then a third, then again and again. She asks him to pause on the clearest images of William’s face and she touches the screen, caressing the pixels of his cheek with her fingertip. She knows in her bones it’s their son. Even if the dates didn’t match and he wasn’t demonstrating telekinesis in a viral video, she would know it’s him.
“We can get a flight now and be there by morning,” he says.
“And then what?”
That’s the part of the plan they’ve never discussed. She knows Mulder has never stopped looking for William. They were once in the car right outside the home of a family with a four-year-old adopted boy in rural Pennsylvania before getting a call from a source that it was a trap. They flew to Utah once to identify the body of an adopted, runaway eight-year-old in a morgue. In the storm of emotions that comes every time they’ve gotten close, she always feels a low rumble of relief. Relief that she won’t have to explain herself to him. Relief that she won’t have to tear a family apart.
“We can watch him,” Mulder says. “Make sure he’s safe. I’m sure there’s a local hospital that could use an experienced pediatric surgeon. And there’s nothing I’m doing here that I can’t do there.”
“You want to move to Wyoming?” She arches her eyebrows.
“Wouldn’t you?” he asks. “If it’s really him.”
“What about colonization?”
“Even more reason,” he says resolutely. “I’d need to see him one last time before it all goes to shit. Even if it’s just a glance from across the street. I’d trade everything for that and I know you would, too.”
He’s right. If the world is ending, Scully needs her son to know she never gave up on him, that she isn’t a quitter.
“Book the flight.”
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Whispers n' foes Chapter 1
Ship: Neteyam x Grace's Daughter!Reader
Warnings: Language, Violence, Enemies to Lovers, Reader suffering from depression, Slowburn
Words: 2,515
Keys: (y/n) = your name,
Chapters: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 ||
@aonungs-mate
Some Avatar: The Way of Water Spoilers; but does not follow the original script. No taglist!!
Hopefully this is not too similar to my Aonung fic, I just had motivation to write this. Hope you like it!! Also I lied, I posted this a little later than I meant to. WHO'S EXCITED FOR ATWOW!!!!! I KNOW I AM
Bare with me please, at the end I have a severe migraine and so some of the things I said probably not make sense. THEY MADE SENSE TO ME OKAY, in the morning I might go back over it and fix it if I made any mistakes, but for now you'll have to translate any of my mistakes as best of you can. I did try my hardest to fix most of them though, so it might not look hard.
You remembered talking to Parker about creating a clone of yourself. You were willing to be their lab rat for this and they were comfortable of the thought of an efficiently built Na'vi clone that was loyal to them. Being the daughter of the world's greatest Pandora scientist, the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
You had practically begged Parker to allow you to try your equation to create one of the most natural looking Avatar's. Of course, you weren't going to take this situation lightly. You knew it cost billions of dollars to create an Avatar, that's why most of your free time outside of your homeschooling was in the lab creating this.
You had created a memory chip, in order for the clone to work. You had hoped that you would be alive to study your clone if they ever decided to make it. As the video of you talking and explaining began to reach it's end, your clone...no, you, you let out a sorrowful sigh.
Your death had happened, as much as you wanted to deny. But why? How on Earth did you, a nerdy, cooped up teenage scientist die? You weren't near war, you knew nothing of combat or how to hold a gun.
" Why did you clone me?" You asked, turning towards General Ardmore, who was standing behind you-watching you." Well look at your body, it's the most efficient Avatar we've seen to date." She paused the video of you explaining something that had lost your interest awhile ago.
" But the issue is, we can't seem to find the notes you used to help create the Avatar DNA." You nodded, rubbing your chin with your right hand. You had four fingers, four toes, and no eyebrows: the main problems of the Avatar bodies. Of course, you still had some odd humanly features, like your body was more human-like, less skinny and bit more fat where the Na'vi tend to be more muscular in. Your ears were a bit more round at the tip and your eyes were a tad smaller. Though, you could easily claim odd genetics, and some might not even notice.
This intrigued you; you don't even remember making your notes. You wanted to know exactly what you did to create such an odd but more natural Avatar." And you need me to recreate the notes for you?"
" Yes, we've had some close ones; cloned with one less finger or no eyebrows, but we've yet to reach your level of genius." She smiled, bumping your shoulder.
" Grown scientists couldn't figure out a child's equation?" You raised a brow at her and she mimicked your face." Well, you are a prodigy born from a prodigy." You turned around in your chair, facing her a bit more." Wouldn't it all be documented in a system somewhere, you can check back on that stuff, correct?"
" Well, that would be the case if the stuff hadn't been erased." She sighed, she moved on her feet." By who?" There must've been several people in on some plan to erase so much data and information.
" Dr. Max Patel and Dr. Norm Spellman had completely corrupted and ruined the files related to your research and more," She began to explain, a bitter look appearing on her face." But Jake Sully was the leader of their group and the one who initiated the attacks on us."
" Jake Sully?" You asked, furrowing your forehead, much like you would do with your eyebrows. You've heard the name being whispered since you awoke, but you didn't know who it was.
" He was human..but whatever got to his head made him turn on his own race. He was the one who lead the attack on our soldiers, killing many of our men and women. Including you and your mother."
As soon as the last sentence left her mouth, you felt as if you were suffocating. Nobody had given you a name or even a thought that you and your mother had been murdered. You raised the oxygen mask to your face and took a big, long breath.
" How do you know it was this, Jake Sully?" You asked, and she nodded, beginning to pull up something on the computer." Grace had went missing around the time Jake and Norm had stolen one of our aircrafts with the help of Captain and ex-Marine, Trudy Chacón. When we had found Grace's body there was a bullet wound that matched the gun of Jake Sully."
She brought up pictures of the bullet side by side comparison, as well as an image of who you assumed was Trudy with a gun, running behind your mother who looked worried and frightened. But, it didn't look right. Something was off, but that worry flew right to the back of your head.
You didn't care, you had someone to blame for your mother's death, you had a fixation now that could keep you from falling into a worse depressive hole than you already fell into. You ignored your gut feeling so that you could find comfort somewhere, even if it was revenge that was your solace.
3 months later+
" I'm sure you already know about Colonel Miles Quaritch." Ardmore waved towards the cloned Colonel next to her." You will be accompanying him on his mission to the old battlefield. The shuttles that were used by Jake are there, the one I had showed you is the only one we have found so far. You are there to help navigate the forest and help with any technological difficulties they might have."
" Yes, ma'am." You bit back a grin; you were ecstatic about finally being able to get out onto the field. You had been helping them track Jake, as well as figure out defensive and offensive strategies to protect the cargo.
Some had worked, but eventually Jake and his followers found a way around it, which aggravated you. How come he just didn't die, he's just like a cockroach.
After a heavily boring speech from Ardmore, you found yourself walking a few steps behind Quaritch. He seemed rather annoyed that he was bringing a child on his mission, he had voiced his concerns about them even recom'ing you, but they waved him off. In his opinion, if you turned once (which you weren't-and planned to never be-aware of), then you would most likely do it again.
He also didn't think your presence was needed, but Ardmore had grown a bit soft with you and you were practically begging to go into the forest. She allowed it of course, he always thought you were a spoiled brat with no discipline, everyone always falling for your puppy eyes. And now that you're twice your size, you were constantly breaking things and whacking people. You were never one to watch your surroundings, you were the clumsiest person he'd ever met.
So, imagine his horror when he found out he'd be the one to babysit you. Not just on this mission, but you would be placed within his section of the building with his team. If he could walk out, he would've, he didn't favor children-hell even his comrades were pushing his patience.
After walking and talking a bit with Ardmore, she eventually left leaving you and Quaritch in awkward silence. Honestly, being in the presence of a trigger happy, murderous marine recom, made you uneasy. The damage he had done to the forest and to the Omatikayan people was monstrous, and even if those were the people you were fighting against now you still sympathized with them. You had heard him before talking loud and proud about what he had done to his friends, and it really dented any professional relationship you had wished to have with him.
" So, when will we leave?" You asked, breaking the awkward silence with an awkward question. You folded your hands behind your back and eyed him from your peripheral view. " We leave in an hour, get packed and ready quick I don't wait for laggy's." His voice was curt and short, stabbing through the thick awkward air with a sharper suffocating tone.
You scrunched your face in displeasure, scoffing under your breath as you turned sharply around towards your dorm." What a bunch of baloney, you could've just said that before we walked past my room." You snapped at him from over your shoulder.
" If yer goin' to talk that way to me lil' lady, then we'll have to rediscuss the decision to let you out on the field." He sneered and you rolled your eyes not responding to his bite back.
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Before you had gotten onto the helicopter, Quaritch chastised you for being snippy with him earlier and how if it were to happen again you would immediately be removed from his team.
Of course, you just rolled your eyes and ignored everything he said. " The forest is dangerous"" ya' need'a follow my commands" blah,blah,blah. He loved to talk, especially when the talking was one-sided, it only made him more aggravating to be around.
The ride was silent, nobody really chatted much, and you didn't get to know their names very well, so you were kind of blanked. You just enjoyed the ride, the fresh air, watching the bird's fly past.
Unbeknownst to any of you, Lo'ak, Tuk, Kiri, and Spider were adventuring their way to the spot close to where you planned to land. Which when you did land, you almost jumped out of the Helicopter as it was landing.
" Woah now, slow you horses." Quaritch warned you, gripping the back of your collared shirt as you tried to jump from the Helicopter." Now, I want you to stay close and alert ya hear, nobody is dyin' today." He gripped his belt, hoisting it up a bit, like those old cowboys do in the old westerns.
" Ya' stay with one of us, ya' won't die. But, if ya' wander off, yer on yer own til' we can find ya'...n' believe me when I say, ya' do not wanna wander off. So keep ya' feet planted with us and yer science-nerdy impulses to a minimum." He ended his little speech with a heavy hand to your shoulder, forcing a response out of you.
" I hear you loud and clear, cowboy." He shrugged, then pulled a gun from a bag on one of the seats." This is yer's now, no better time to learn to use one." He hopped out of the motionless." Let's move out!" He signalled for everyone to follow him, their guns at the ready.
" Fucking baloney man, I've never even held one before." You grumbled to yourself, luckily you were in the back, so mister trigger happy couldn't hear you. The bald one did though, and he turned." It's pretty easy, just point and shoot."
" Yeah, I bet it's reaaal easy for you, bald eagle." You snickered a bit to himself, and his brows furrowed." It's because I'm American huh." He pointed to himself, and you shrugged." Also, cuz you're like...bald." You raised your hands in a shrugging motion and the only other girl in the group pushed your hands down.
" Hey now, let's not get overzealous and start shooting practice early." She popped a bubble gum and gave you a smirk." If you see Jake feel free to begin then."
" Oh ha ha." you rolled your eyes and turned your head towards a plant you've never seen in person before." Hey cool! Look it's a-"
" If you're about to go on a nerd rant about a plant, keep it to yourself." Quaritch snapped quickly and you scowled at his back. It fell silent again until you got to one of the pods. It was obviously abandoned, covered in dirt and plants growing around it and inside. The glass was shattered, and you noticed a crushed link unit, seem to be done by the AMP suit that was laying on the ground.
You approached the AMP suit, looking at the skeletal remains resting inside of it. Then you saw something rustle in the bushes, snapping your head towards the sound you saw a few tails of the Na'vi disappear behind some bushes. You heard whispering as you slowly approached that spot, looking over your shoulder to see the others hovered around a spot near the pod.
Moving the bush to step through, you held your gun tightly to yourself. You heard whispers, so far you could tell it was three people. You peaked your head enough to see who was there. There were two old Na'vi, a younger, and then weirdly enough a human was next to the Na'vi boy.
The boy was whispering to himself, or into an earpiece. You noticed the children had on old throat comms on, about 15 years old, which was around the time Jake had turned against the RDA.
You had no idea what to do, you knew you should probably use your gun but honestly, what was so threatful of a few kids. Before you could make up your mind, the older girl turned her head to the side. She immediately caught the tip of your head peaking out of a bush to look at you.
She gasped a bit, tapping the other boy who turned and looked at you. She gripped the little girl and you awkwardly moved back into the bush. You watched through an opening in the bush to watch as they quietly but quickly moved further away from you.
" Baloney." You whispered, watching as they escaped, but honestly you were more worried for yourself at that moment as you heard Quaritch annoyingly shouting your name.
Rushing back, you accidentally caught your foot on a root that was peaking from the ground. Falling on your face, you let out a pained groan.
" Where the hell was you!" Quaritch shouted, picking you up from the ground by your collar. Placing you on your feet he got in your face, having to kneel down a bit to meet your eye." I told ya kid..do NOT wonder off, stay with one of us!! We saw some people lurkin' around here." he stood up correctly as you looked at the ground, a bit of embarrassment and annoyance covering your face.
" Boss, they are over here!" You heard one of them shout and you knew they were talking about the kids. Your ears went back a bit, but Quaritch ignore it. He thought your reaction was out of embarrassment from being scolded.
" Let us do our job. You can either stay here then when we're done we'll take ya back and talk about whether to keep ya in the feild or you can stay with one of us and continue to come with us out in the forest." He didn't let you respond as he stormed off down towards the rest of the group as you stood in place.
You didn't want to see what they planned to do, you knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. You also were embarrassed from being scolded, he had no right, he's not your father. You made your decision to make your way towards them.
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Soul Bound [Obey Me! x GN!MC] [Soulmate AU]
Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]
Chapter 1: One Hell of a Soul
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Previously Mc would find themselves with multiple soulmate marking scattered all over their body before ending up in the devildom where they find out some of the people in front of them is their soulmate...
Mc stared at the male in front of them, who smiled happily in their direction. “Welcome to the Devildom MC...” Mc could feel a burning feeling on their upper back causing them to try and touch it.” Oh, pardon me...Feeling a bit shocked? Well, that’s understandable. You’ve only just arrived after all. As a human it will take a little while to adjust.”
Mc opened their mouth to respond, but before they continued, they closed it and stayed silent.
“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Diavolo.” He introduced himself to MC. “I am the ruler of all demons and all here is knowing of me. And someday I will be crowned king of Devildom.”
Devildom? King? What is this place? Mc would question to themself silently as they touched their back. They didn’t feel any pain pressing on the burning feeling... suddenly it clicked. This was a new soulmate mark... One that this supposed future king gave them.
“MC.” Mc looked up to be faced with another male. Black hair framed his face, piercing red eyes stare down at them. Mc nods their head, still not respond to any of them. He let out a sigh - taking it as if they still are scared of them all.
“I will explain everything to you.” He soon got interupted by a red head. “Mc, this is Lucifer, he is a demon and the Avatar of Pride.” Mc’s eyes moved to stare at the blue string connecting Mc to the hand of the black hair male.
“Is there something wrong with my hand?” Lucifer spoke again, snapping Mc out of their trance, causing them to shake their head.
“Is something wrong Mc?” Diavolo questioned to them, who moved their hands up to their throat, making a cross symbol across their throat as to tell them they can’t speak. “Can’t speak?” Diavolo tried to think back to when him and Lucifer looked at the files, not remembering anything about Mc not being able to speak. “Well, my butler is very skilled at sign language, sadly he isn’t here currently. If you are alright with communicating to us with mouthing out words?” Mc just nodded.
If the burning feeling was a soulmate tattoo, then if MC spoke to Diavolo, he would also get a burning feeling on what they said to him. So, it’s best to avoid speaking, though now they would need to learn sign language to keep up this act...
As Lucifer continued to explain, and how the students want to eat their soul and how his younger brother was going to take care of them. Mc got handed a D.D.D, to call Mammon over - or well text him.
MC
Hello?
Are you Mammon?
Mammon
Who do ya think ya are talking to the great Mammon!
MC
I’m the new human exchange student.
You are meant to be looking after me.
Mammon
Ah
Good luck with that
MC
Lucifer told me that. He says its an order
Mammon
You think that name is gonna scare me! Ya can’t just be throwing it around thinking like that.
Soon the phone was taken out of your hand, Lucifer clicked a button and a few rings went before he spoke. “You have 10 seconds....9.” The phone was soon hung up before being placed back into MC’s palm.
“That was interesting wasn’t it.” Lucifer hummed a bit.
“Well we still need to introduce our new friend to the rest of your brothers. And its probably better if you do it instead of me.” Lucifer sighed at hearing the mention of his brothers. “Yes... As much as I dread the idea of doing so, you’re right.”
“Oh come now. You should really be honored that you det to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me.” One of the people spoke. He sat underneath the scorpion banner and smiled. Light purple marks could barely be seen underneath the collar of the shirt, causing MC to pull up theirs.
“This one here is Asmodeus. He’s the fifth eldest.” Lucifer explained. “He is the avatar of Lust.” Asmodeus looked over at his brother, clearly offended by how he introduced him. “Atleast you weren’t ignored all together.” The male on Asmodeus’s right, spoke.
“That one there is Satan, the fourth eldest, at first glance he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving.”
“Ahh, so I’m that one, am I? Nice to meet you MC. I am Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.”
“Lust? Wrath?” Mc mouthed out towards them, which Diavolo spoke for them to hear. “It sums up what we are about! Especially my power. Let’s give a little demonstration! Mc, look into my eyes for a moment. It’s okay~ I won’t hurt you.” Mc shook their head, and stepped away.
“What you don’t want to try?” He huffed a bit. “You’re no fun at all.”
“I should probably warn you, MC, You’d best be wary of Asmodeus’s gaze. He can charm and manipulate people and use them to his own advantage.” Mc is pretty glad to not have looked into his eyes.
“Are you done.” Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “The one that has a very grumpy look is Beelzebub, the sixth eldest.” The orange hair male looked over and grumbled. “Lucifer, I’m hungry.”
“Too bad, now behave yourself.” Beel looked over at MC. “I’m Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.” Lucifer looked back over at MC. “There are seven of us brothers in total, I am the eldest. Mammon the second eldest will be here soon.”
Lucifer glanced over at two chairs that had no one in. “My other brothers aren’t here at the moment, but we can get to them later...All in good time..”
As Diavolo butted in to add on, how MC would have to do tasks, live with the brothers in the house of Lamentation. The door soon busted open to reveal a male with white hair.
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Chapter 2: Yellow Scribbles [4.2.2023]
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I wrote another thing so why not post it here too. This is cross posted on Ao3(You're Married?)
Paring: Gilles "Montagne" Touré x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NONE. SFW!!!!!!
“You’re married?”
A surprised look plastered on everyone's face at the table. They were frozen, eyes watching the large French man as they waited for an answer. He thought it was a given, The ring was always there. His eyes glance down to his gloveless left hand, expecting to see the shiny wedding band. It was bare, most likely left in that shell dish you kept your own in. He doesn’t wear it for his morning workout and it must have just slipped his mind. He’d hate to lose the sentimental jewelry, so he doesn’t wear it often.
“I thought everyone knew.”
He was trying to not show his own surprise. He’s spoken about you multiple times, but now that he recalls it. He’s only ever brought you up to Doc and a few other workers, but never his teammates. He heard another person into the room, taking a seat at the table after greeting everyone.
“Olivier! Did you know Gilles’ married?”
He looked over at Olivier, an evil looking smirk on his face.
“Yeah, she’s not a big fan of me.”
They were less shocked with this new finding, knowing a lot of the Ops didn’t get along with Olivier. Still though, Olivier and Gilles are close, like going out drinking close. They kinda thought you’d get along with him.
“What do you mean?”
They were now pestering Olivier for answers about you, and you not even his wife. Now Olivier is going to tell them everything he knows about you. How does he explain that the very women they’re all surprised about existing works in the same building as them. Your own feet carrying you down the same halls they walk, that you’ve even read their files and practically know everything about them.
“She’s seen my history, not a huge fan of it.”
“She works here!!”
There was their surprise again. Gilles leans back in his chair, thumb rubbing over the bare spot on his ring finger. He’s interested now, watching how everyone is finally finding out about you. He’s smiling, eyes darting between the group as they speak.
“Yeah, I don’t think I’m allowed to say where. She’s here though, probably walking around right now.”
Gilles knows where you are, you’re on your way to lunch. Probably wrapped up in a thick coat as you make your way out to your car. You like going to get food and then send him a text to come have lunch with you. What he doesn’t know is that you’re not walking out to your car, your three turns down the hall from the meeting room he’s in. You're upset, he hasn’t answered your text, his food is now cold, and the most important thing, he’s not wearing his wedding ring. His eyes land back on the man in yellow, quickly and swiftly answering those random ‘how’d you know but we didn’t’ questions, he’s avoiding the real meaningful ones. The ones he knows Gilles should be answering.
“Gilles. What does she do? I mean, she’s gotta be pretty good to be working for Rainbow.”
He smiled slightly, attempting to hide how excited he was to talk about his wonderful and lovely Wife. He moves his legs, fixing the way he’s sitting as he thinks about what to say. Did he want to fuck with his teammates, to tell the truth. He decided it could be good to mess around with them, but he couldn’t think of anything that was good enough. He also was taught not to lie.
“She’s just an office worker for GhostEyes.”
He’s not wrong, but he is also severely down playing what you do. He’s hoping they don’t ask about how you read Oliviers files, he’s just hoping that maybe it’ll be enough to satisfy their curiosity. It does, they don’t seem to ask too many questions about your work. Instead they ask about your looks and trying to see if they’ve ran into you before. He answers their questions carefully, picking his words purposefully.
“Oh, so she’s,”
The person is cut off. You round the corner with a bag in your hand before freezing. Looking at all the people who stared back at you. Gilles notices everyone looking behind him, quietly observing the person standing there. He turns around, arms over the back of the chair as he makes eye contact with you. A smile on his face as goes to greet you, your voice swiftly cutting him off.
“I don’t wanna hear it, Gilles.”
Your eyes looking at the other people around him, trying to find someone who you could recognize. You only knew Olivier and that made you roll your eyes. You looked back at your husband, watching as his mouth opened and closed trying to find something. You gave him an angry look, cocking your head forward and to the side. You were waiting for him to say something, especially since he can tell you are upset. He stood up, looking at the group of people.
“Everyone, this is my wife, (Y/N).”
He walked over to you, his hand resting on your lower back. He watched as you gave everyone a small wave. You didn’t wanna be rude, but you were absolutely upset with the large man next to you. It only made your blood boil more when you saw the shit eating grin on Oliviers face, he’s done nothing but sat there and it was annoying. You smiled as sweetly as you could, before pushing the bag into his chest and turning and walking away. A small ‘ooh’ coming from Olivier as he watched. Gilles gave him a pointed glare before following after you.
“Duodou, wait.”
His voice is soft, a hand reaching out to grab at your arm. You stopped, spinning around at him causing him to abruptly stop.
“Do you even know what time it is?”
You paused, not even giving him a chance to speak.
“Far past lunch. I sent you two whole texts AND a call, Gilles!”
You don’t even know why this was upsetting you, but it was. It took to rooting deep in your bones and it was getting to you. Him not answering the text wasn’t even what truth got to you. It was the simple fact that he wasn’t wearing his ring, but then again you can’t even fully be mad at him for that either. He sighed, putting a hand into a pocket to fish out his phone but it wasn’t there, he checked his other pockets but it wasn’t there either. He looked up at you, watching as you stared him down waiting for an answer.
“Chérie, I do believe, I don’t have my phone.”
He almost let out a little nervous laugh, trying his hardest to not let your angry face get to him. You gave out a huff. He doesn’t even know, is all you say to yourself.
“I can make it up to you.”
You’re now trying to talk yourself down from being angry at him, his almost disappointed sigh broke you. You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your head laying on his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.
“You wanna do it now?”
He hummed in response. Pulling back a bit as he watched you reach into your coat pocket and pulling out a colored snack size ziplock bag. Opening it and presenting the item to him with a bright smile.
“You can wear this again and all the time, actually.”
He laughs, fingers coming to pluck the ring from your hands. You watch as he slips it onto his finger. Your hands grab at his large hands and smile at the jewelry.
“Is it this simple to make you not angry at me?”
You hummed nodding as you looked up at him. You smiled, almost feeling bad for how you felt earlier. Your thumbs rubbing of his knuckles as you thought of what to say next.
“I was just overreacting, I’m sorry.”
His free hand going under your chin and pushing your head up to look at him. That same smile you fell in love with placed oh so perfectly on his face.
“You were not overreacting, Duodou.”
He bent down to kiss you, he planned on giving you a small little peck, but that didn’t happen. One peck turned into a kiss and then another. Not stopping until you heard someone clearing their throat. Your eyes looked over to see Olivier, what a mood dampener.
“They're looking for you two.”
You shook your eyes, giving Gilles a soft oh well smile before interlocking your hands together.
“Don’t worry. We’re coming back.”
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Fluffy Feb Day 5- Words of Affirmation
Warnings: platonic relationship, BAU reader, brief mentions of case involving kids (no details)
Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 902
Your performance review couldn’t come at a worse time, in your opinion. You’re fresh off of a hard case; those involving children are always the worst. Everyone is exhausted, not helped by the late hour that you land back in Quantico, but reports need to be written and files need to be filed, so you end up back at the office right from the airstrip.
Halfway through your second cup of coffee and squinting at the folder in your hands, you look up to see Hotch standing near your desk. He shoots you an apologetic smile, then lifts the folder he’s holding. Your name is written on the tab, and you groan when you realize what it is.
“Performance reviews. I hope you don’t mind, but they’re due by 9 AM,” he explains, and you get to your feet. “We can do it in the morning if you prefer.”
That’s almost laughable because it’s nearing 1 AM already, so you just shake your head and start in the direction of his office. “Let’s get it over with.”
Your attitude isn’t exactly stellar, but you know that after the week you’ve had, he’ll understand. Hotch follows you up the steps to his office, seating himself behind the large mahogany desk before he sets the file down.
“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice gentle, and you know that this isn’t part of the review. “I know this case wasn’t an easy one.”
‘I’m fine’ is on the tip of your tongue, ready to be said so you can get on with the review, but instead, you sigh out a tired, “I’ve been better. How are you doing?”
“I’m alright. Thank you.” Hotch opens the folder and removes a few papers, but you narrow your eyes at him.
He’s got a shield up, as he so often does. Especially now, on those days that he feels the need to appear strong for the sake of the team. It makes something in your chest ache for him; the rest of the team can bitch and moan and whine all they want about the workload and long hours, but Hotch’s shield never falters. Who can he talk to, about the things you’ve seen and the lives you live out in the field?
“I’m serious,” you insist. “That was probably the worst week of my life since I’ve started here, and I don’t even have a kid. Hotch, talk to me.”
The smile he gives you is half-placating, half-grateful. It gets on your exhausted nerves more than it should. “I am. I’m trying to do your review, remember?”
His light tone doesn’t lend itself to your good graces. “The sheriff was a dick,” you tell him, and his smile becomes a little more genuine at that.
“We’re supposed to call that ‘unreasonable’.” His correction comes quickly, as you knew it would, but there’s no mistaking the amusement in his eyes.
“Fine. He was an unreasonable unreasonable-head, and you dealt with him more than anyone else did, and I don’t know how you didn’t rip his head off.”
Hotch’s head ducks slightly, as though he’s unused to the recognition, and it makes you frown. Case after case, he commends your efforts and those of the rest of the team with little comments made here and there. You’re no stranger to hearing that you’ve done well in an interrogation, and you’ve heard Morgan complimented for his takedown of an unsub more than once.
So, who’s saying that stuff to Hotch?
He clears his throat and looks down at his paper, but you’re not done talking. “You did really well handling the victim’s family, too,” you add, if only to see his lips press together into what has become a repressed smile. “I could see that they felt safer after you spoke to them.”
“Yes. Well,” he clears his throat, “Thank you. The family is one of our top priorities.”
“I know that. I’m just saying; you’re good at your job, Hotch.” You shrug one shoulder, trying to play off your words with nonchalance for his comfort. It works, and you can see the moment he relaxes slightly and some tension drains from his shoulders and their stiff posture.
“That’s kind of you to say,” he says, and you can tell that you’ve flustered him. It’s almost time to back off, you can tell, but you’re not quite done yet.
“Honest.” Your correction comes as swiftly as his earlier one did. “You’re in charge for a reason. We wouldn’t be half the team we are without you.”
This time, when Hotch clears his throat and looks down at the paper, you don’t interrupt. His cheeks are tinted with the lightest pink, and he seems intent on not looking back at you.
“Okay, Agent.” When he speaks after a minute, his tone is final but it’s also more casual. Relaxed. “We should get on with the review; it’s getting late.”
“Of course.” You relax into your chair in turn as he leafs through a couple of pages, and the moment gives you time to profile him despite your silent agreement that you never would.
His head is ducked, but not enough to hide the upturned corners of his mouth, and you make a mental note to compliment him in the field more often. He deserves it more than anyone, and you’re happy to be the one to give it to him.
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Saw your tags-- it's me, the meta contemplating tiger~-- and started pursuing a trail and thought I'd get your opinion. (There's probably going to be typos because I'm typing fast, so beware~.)
Mulder's episodes concerning his beliefs, memories, experiences are incredibly well-handled in the show; yet all of Scully's religious episodes pale in comparison to her Beyond the Sea/Never Again/All Things arc. And I get why at some level (Mulder is willing to contemplate deeper questions-- "If you could prove the existence of God"-- whereas Scully lives firmly in the present and doesn't want to poke around at something with no concrete answers-- "I don't think it can be prove") BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT that doesn't explain the... offness? of the episodes.
DD did the best, I think (besides parts of All Souls) tapping into the potential whimsical/fantastical element of Catholicism, knitting it seamlessly into The X-Files world; and he (purposefully) left in questions that will never be answered. I THINK THAT'S IT-- everything else about the show is filled with a "What just happened?" quality, even the other religious episodes that were better handled (i.e. Miracle Man and Signs and Wonders... even though that last one was badly written, it still clung to the framework of the show.)
I think Scully's episodes are framed as "THIS IS THE ANSWER" to confuse her, to test what she believes are the answers... but they're so poorly resolved because it doubles down on 'IT WAS THE ANSWER" instead of handling her crises with nuance (like Mulder's episodes-- belief, testing, fake outs, conclusions separate from the definitive Truth.) Beyond the Sea and All Things was in the same vein; but it allowed her to figure out HER definitive answer.
I guess my point is: done well, Mulder and Scully's faith/belief center-episodes give them room to figure out what THEY believe rather than what is TOLD them to believe. And I find that a little disappointing because I would have loved to have seen what Scully thought the answer was in Revelations (heavy-handed as it was) and Orison (HEAVIER handed as it was), etc., rather than having to fall in line with the "moral of the story" (which is why Irresistible shone compared to its follow-up.) There were some good stories that could have been told-- and have been in other (frankly, better) media. Her religion was personal and would have been different compared to other religious figures, zealots, normal characters, or her family because of her life experiences.
ANYWAY, mini meta over! XDDDD One day I'll break this all down because I love story-telling potential in anything; and those episodes always nagged at me.
What say you? Am I off the mark?
I'm really not the best to ask about anything to do with religion cause these are my least favorite episodes. I don't care for organized religion at all and whenever it shows up in the show in those "Scully is a Catholic" episodes, I mentally tune out. Religion is not something I understand at all. I do agree with you that it hasn't always been handled well on the show. Most of the time these episodes just felt off to me. But again, that could be because my interest in religion is just zero.
#lovely asks#i'm so sorry about this#i just can't with organized religion#i dislike all these episodes so much haha#especially like all souls#i just don't get it#in a way it's weird cause it doesn't bother me as much on Evil#in TXF it just often seems out of place#and turns scully into a different person almost for just one episode
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Outliers Among Supporting Characters and Phantom Idols
So it seems that most supporting characters in this game will double as Phantom Idols. However, there are a few new characters that haven’t been confirmed as one or the other:
Phantom Idols without counterparts: Seiji, Mont, Yuki
It’s not surprising to have characters that exist purely for gacha, but these guys were pretty prominent in early marketing, including an official cosplay of Mont. And Yuki was apparently going to to have a major role back when this game was still called Code Name: X. Are these guys leftovers from an earlier draft?
Supporting characters without counterparts: Kumi Katayama, Ena Kageyama, Long Black-Haired Girl
Are these characters going to be story members? Have their Metaverse outfits not been designed yet? Are they not going to Phantom Idols at all?
I’m probably just getting ahead of myself, but I thought this was worth pointing out.
No no, it’s definitely interesting to think about!
Seiji and Yuki both have traces of counterparts- Yukimi has a school uniform model in both beta’s files (though the first beta’s wasn’t quite assembling correctly for me, so I’m hoping the second’s will be better), and they both had confidant portraits in the first beta’s files:
Whether that means we’ll actually meet them or not is still debatable, but it seems to suggest they’re out there somewhere! Mont, however, we still have no sign of, and we also haven’t seen Leo’s anywhere as far as I’ve seen (I believe Persona Central reported this incorrectly).
I would be a little surprised if we didn’t get to meet every Phantom Idol’s counterpart in the supporting cast, though, because it’s a growing pattern that sort of explains where the Phantom Idols “come from”, or I suppose specifically, why Merope decides on those ones to create for Wonder. But it’s also true that the data for Yukimi’s uniform could just be leftover from Codename: X, and there’s no obvious indication either way. There were other remnants of things with her changing throughout development (Styx being called Portia, her having two slightly different sets of portraits and thief models), so the uniform could just be another addition to that list, and I can’t tell just from the file names.
As for the supporting characters without current counterparts, the list’s actually far longer, considering how many characters have portraits and thus could be a supporting character. Other teachers, the guitar girl, animal rights girl, and mascot by Shibuya station, the guy with the prominently curled hair in Shinjuku, the camera guy, the young boy (Kazuhiko Tsuda), etc... at the moment, none of them are confirmed confidants, much like Wonder’s teacher, Katayama, and the new coffee shop lady, both of which you listed above. So I’m not sure we can really narrow down who qualifies as a supporting character that “should” be a confidant yet? I think this is a little harder to speculate, though it would make sense if Katayama is a confidant to mirror Kawakami’s role as one in P5. I guess if you’re including the coffee shop girl as one to parallel Sojiro, then there might be some backing to the theory? But Wonder doesn’t live there, so I’m not sure she makes quite the same level of logical sense. I guess it remains to be seen.
And the girl with long black hair, again, is Riko Tanemura! We already know she’s going to join the team, almost certainly as a story teammate considering she’s on the title screen.
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