#I NEED TO DRAW LUST AND ENVY THIS IS NOT A DRILL

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The Sinner -2

Any criticism on spelling/grammar mistakes, character description (trying my best to describe them in characters), facts (especially region, I’ve never been to America before), etc. are all welcome! Though, be lenient on me :) 

I had to change ‘mate’ to ‘pal’ lol...

Criminal Minds BAU x Reader

Warning: Explicit description of blood, death, mutilation, swearing etc.

Word Count: 3.1k

Previous parts: 1

“A glutton lives to eat instead of eating to live.” – African Proverb 

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The large man cried as the silent room filled with the clock ticking. He wanted to stop the clock, wanted to smash it. But it will never happen, that's what the abductor said to him. He’ll never see the daylight while alive, and it scared him. Regretting ever joining the club. 

 The figure appeared without light, its face covered in a black mask, and a hood. He begged for the mercy, but the figure held out a red bloodied pliers without hesitation. Soon, painful screams filled the dark room along a sound of something being forcefully torn. Both predator and prey knew the pitiful scream can’t be heard from the outside.

2nd Day 

Detective Lee was already at the scene, covering his mouth while yawning. It was a freezing morning of November. The detective greeted the BAU kindly, explaining they were waiting for the CSI to be arrived. The team decided to wait for the CSI too, trying to wake fully from drowsiness. They were at the National Park, where everything looked peaceful except for the bloody body found on the large rock near the small waterfall. The Sun was rising slowly over the dawn sky while Lee explained the situation after scribbling something on his note. 

“The forest ranger found the body while patrolling the area,” the detective nodded towards a young ranger who looked very ill. “He stated there was no one except him when he found the body. The driver’s license says the victim’s name is Benedict Lewis, 46-year-old. Whoever did this, drove a long way to dump a body,” he cringed, “’gula’ is written on the body.” 

“Which is gluttony, just like lust, it’s the Seven Deadly Sins.” Rossi informed the detective. 

“So, the killer is really on an extreme religious mission or something?” Lee asked incredulously. During his 5 years of detective life, he’s never seen such murders before. 

“Maybe,” Reid replied. “Does the victim have any unusual thing other than the word?” His pocketed hand playing with the sobriety coin. The young genius was actually glad he was called in the early morning as he was having a nightmare. The nightmare where Tobias Hankel drugged him. 

“If you mean by a large rat, frog, snake shoved in his mouth, yeah. Is this also the Seven Deadly Sins thing?” the detective asked when Reid’s eyes sparked in realisation, pushing his nightmare to the back of his mind. 

“Yes, actually gluttony is punished by eating rats, snakes, toads eternally.” 

“Gross,” Prentiss frowned along with JJ and Morgan. 

“Prentiss and Morgan, check out the area, if there’s anything call me. Reid and JJ, talk to the ranger. Rossi and I’ll wait for the CSI here with Detective Lee.” After Hotch ordered his team, he called Garcia -who was asleep- to look up the victim. 

                                                         ---BAU---

Just after the agents were dispatched, an SUV parked near the scene. A person with several protections including a face covering mask walked towards them with large rectangular containers in hands. 

“Don’t they at least have courtesy to kill in the daylight?” The person said in an irritated tone with a yawning. 

“F/N?” The detective’s jaw hung up in surprise. “What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on leave?” 

“I’ve been resting for two months, Leon. Fucking two months!” F/N held two fingers to the detective with frustration. “And it drove me crazy!” 

“What happened to Harrison?” 

“Apparently, our newbie is sick since he saw the ‘luxuria’ bodies.” The forensic scientist sighed deeply, shaking head. “Anyways, I’ll need your time of arrival and names. Did you touch anything?” 

“Yeah, I already wrote that, you drilled me too much it became a habit.” Detective shrugged as he showed his friend his note. “Had to touch to find his identity, but other than that I was really careful not to touch anything.” 

The scientist just walked into the scene, placing the containers far from the body and the scene. With gloves on, F/N looked through the scene, quickly theorising what to gather first. The scientist quickly but efficiently started to prepare by photographing the scene and the body, scribbling on the note. 

“That’s F/N L/N, one of the best forensic scientists we have. Sorry about the manner, F/N is usually polite.” Lee gave the two agents a sheepish smile. 

“Something happened?” Hotch asked, watching the scientist working, barking orders not to step closer to a young officer. Rossi raised his brows at the younger man, but Hotch ignored Rossi. The BAU leader could sense something from the scientist, but he wasn’t sure what was making him stare at the person. But his gut told him he had to know about what happened to this scientist. 

“Well,” the detective shoved his hands in his suit jacket, sighing deeply. “My partner, he was F/N’s husband. Has been on leave since Nick’s been shot, I’ve never thought F/N would suddenly appear here.” He checked on his watch. “Do you want coffee? I think we have time till F/N finishes the job.” Lee glanced at the scientist who was taking tweezers out from the equipment box. 

“Perhaps later,” Rossi replied pleasantly as he saw JJ and Reid returning from interviewing the forest ranger. 

“The ranger found the body around 5:40, he remembers clearly because he was texting his friend.” JJ informed them. 

“He didn’t see any vehicles while patrolling before he found the body. The UnSub probably visited the park before,” Reid said. “But he said he hasn’t seen anyone at night.” 

“Did you get when and where he patrols the park?” Rossi asked, looking at the pale ranger who was talking to an officer. 

“I asked him to draw on the map, and estimated time.” Reid showed the checked park map. Rossi noticed the trembled writings of the ranger and wondered if anyone can read that. 

Hotch’s phone suddenly rang, and he could hear the scientist curse along with the detective’s. Rossi coughed drily to hide his laugh, but Hotch could see the veteran profiler was amused that the phone call startled them. 

“Garcia, you’re on the speaker,” Hotch replied quickly before the technical analyst say something to embarrass herself from the detective. 

“Hotch, sir,” Garcia said, her voice still covered in sleep, “Lewis was a newspaper reporter before he changed his career to a food blog writer. He was a single, and there are no known connections between the first victim.” 

“Did he write criticisms on food?” JJ asked. 

“Yes, apparently,” Garcia paused for a moment, “a few restaurants closed due to his harsh reviews.” 

“Are the owners still live here?” 

“No, they all moved to other states and never returned to Philly.” 

“Thank you, Garcia.” Hotch ended the call, knowing Garcia will fall asleep as soon as he ends the call. “The UnSub associated the victims’ careers and the Sins, but we don’t know why the UnSub chose these people.” He frowned deeply. “What does UnSub want to tell us?” He saw Prentiss and Morgan returning, briefly informed what Garcia told them. 

“The area is just perfect for family picnics,” Prentiss shrugged, “there’s a wedding mansion, nothing much.” 

“This area is open space; the UnSub knew the body would be found easily.” Morgan said. “The mansion was locked tight, so I don’t think the UnSub used the facility, no hint of forced entry too.” 

“The UnSub could’ve been using some kind of transport. The victim has a large physique, moving the body here would’ve been difficult even for a muscular man,” Rossi hummed. 

“About that, Prentiss and I found tyre marks over there.” The muscular agent pointed over the crime scene. 

The detective went to the forensic scientist and told about the tyre mark and the scientist lazily walked to the scene to take several photos. 

                                                        ---BAU---

“Hey, can we enter now?” Lee yelled impatiently, checking an hour has passed. He shouldn’t urge his friend, but the scientist looked finished from his view, if not he’d just apologise to his friend and will be gladly yelled by the scientist for urging the work. But, without a word, the scientist only gestured to okay to come. 

“Not many insects and the body didn’t even reach bloating stage yet. So, you can say it’s rather fresh. But, you never know in this bitchy winter. I’ll send the traces and the animals to the lab as soon as I arrive.” 

“You finished real quick today, not much?” 

“I’m wondering this guy maybe learned from Dexter or something and thinks himself Dante or what.” L/N rolled eyes, shivering from the cold winter. “I hate winter,” the scientist muttered, “I’ll be in the lab if you need me.” 

“That’s it,” Reid exclaimed as he stared at the scientist’s back. “It’s Dante’s Inferno. In Inferno, after the first circle of Limbo, Dante visits the second circle where Lust is punished by devils. Then, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Heresy, Violence, Fraud, Treachery. It’s rather fitting because this victim’s name is Benedict and in Inferno, Pope Boniface VIII is punished due to gluttony and his name was Benedetto which is equivalent to the English name, Benedict.” The young doctor talked fast which the detective watched the agent with his mouth ajar. 

“If the UnSub is killing according to Inferno, then it’s not about the seven sins?” Lee asked with a confused frown, he heard about the classic but never read. “I, I’m not sure about that.” Reid stuttered. “The Seven Deadly Sins are consisting of Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride. So we can’t be sure what the UnSub is imitating until the killings reach to either Wrath or Sloth.”

“Let’s hope we catch the UnSub before that stage,” Hotch mused rubbing his chin. “Rossi and Morgan, could you go and check Lewis’ home?”

“You drive,” Rossi threw the car key to the muscular man who caught it easily.

“I’m going to read Dante again,” Reid shrugged. “There might be hints.”

“I’ll be visiting the M.E., JJ and Prentiss are you going to the station?” Hotch asked.

“I thought about calling the victims’ family and friends,” JJ informed the unit chief. “Emily and I can split the job if that’s okay?” Prentiss nodded next to the blond agent.

“Alright, let’s get going.” Hotch nodded towards his team and everyone was ready for another long day.

                                                        ---BAU---

“Our victim knew how to clean,” Rossi looked around the small apartment. Lewis’ apartment was very clean, everything in order. 

“Hey, Rossi, look at this,” Morgan called the older man from the bedroom. Rossi saw the expensive watches in the drawer. “I wonder where he’d got money.” 

“They’re authentic,” Rossi examined one of the watches. “With salary of reporter or food writer he could’ve afford one or two, but not all of these.” 

“Maybe he was part of something?” 

“It’s possibility. We need to know if the first victims had anything like this, maybe that might be a connection between the victims.” 

“That might be, but the first two earned more than Lewis,” Morgan reminded the veteran agent. “They could’ve afforded as much as this if they wanted to.” 

“Perhaps that’s why they could get clients who’d pay them handsomely. If Lewis was payed for being a part of organisation, Smith and Olson may have introduced to their clients.”

“Urg, if that’s right, maybe that’s why both of them didn’t have any information on their clients.” Morgan huffed, thinking there was no information to gather the first two victims’ clients at all. No memo, no digital logs, none.

“But, let’s focus on Lewis’ life style shall we?” Rossi clasped his hands.

                                                       ---BAU---

Hotch saw the forensic scientist talking with Doctor Bear when he entered the pathologist lab. Surprisingly, the scientist was sitting on the metal table for corpses, and the M.E. was leaning back to another table where a white sheet covered a body on it. The place seemed to be grotesquely peaceful. 

“Agent Hotchner,” the doctor greeted the stoic agent. The forensic scientist just nodded to Hotch, but said nothing. “I sent the toxicology and autopsy report to Detective Lee.” The doctor shrugged before Hotch could reply, “but, I’m sure you’re here to see the body for yourself.” 

“Yes, I wanted examine the body before reading the report.” The doctor hummed. 

“Where’s that young man? He was rather interesting to talk to,” the doctor good-heartedly laughed uncovering the white sheet from the body. 

“I’m going, have fun,” the scientist said sarcastically before exiting the lab. 

“Ah well, F/N is still angry.” Bear said like he was talking to himself. 

Hotch stopped observing the Lewis’ body, and asked why the scientist was angry. 

“We still didn’t catch Nick’s shooter.” Bear frowned deeply. “Nick’s F/N’s husband, and he was a good man and friend.” 

Hotch nodded, but he took a mental note of that. He didn’t know why, but it felt important to know both Hotch and L/N lost their spouse to criminals. But for now, it was time to focus on the doctor’s explanation. 

                                                       ---BAU---

JJ was staring at the board with crossed arms over her chest and Reid was reading Dante’s Inferno with his usual reading pace. Prentiss was pressing her chin on the brown desk, wrapping her head with her arms as she stared at a black phone blankly. It’s only been second day, and everyone could feel this case will take a long time to solve. The BAU knew they will catch the UnSub eventually as they usually did, but nonetheless it was a hard process to find any lead on this UnSub. 

“The family couldn’t find anything strange, or found anything from their homes,” the brunette groaned as she muttered about the first victims’ possessions. 

‘Expensive possession’ was circled and a red question mark was drawn next to it where the white board was filled with words and photos by the agents. 

“Only connection we currently have is, MO.” JJ tilted her head as if she was about to burn the word ‘torture’ on the board with her eyes. “So much anger, but on what?” 

“Smith and Olson’s families say they didn’t have any enemies, and Lewis was a loner, no family, no close friends.” Prentiss tapped her finger on her the desk. The young man closed his book and looked up. “Finished?” 

“Yes,” the genius replied dully. “I don’t think there’s any hint in the literature yet.” 

“We need a break, coffee?” JJ whirled around and asked. 

                                                       ---BAU---

Detective Lee sighed as he threw his jacket off. The BAU was here, but the case wasn’t really cracking as he thought. But it’s only been second day no need to rush. The killer left literally nothing other than the body. Whoever it was, the guy knew how to hide evidence. But still, not even one single hair or fibre? It was so frustrating, killer among people, looking for next victim. It made his skin crawl and wanted to catch this bastard as soon as possible. 

“Tired day?” Morgan asked from behind where he and Rossi returned from Lewis’ place. 

Rossi entered the BAU room, throwing his empty coffee cup into the bin where the younger three agents whined about not having coffee yet to the older man. Morgan quickly smirked at the scene but turned his attention to the detective. 

“Yeah,” the detective replied casually. “I still have other cases to solve. You guys are just like rain during drought for me to help catch this guy.” 

“Hey, we’ll catch this guy,” Morgan encouraged the younger man. “That’s why we’re here, to help you catch this guy.” 

“Thanks, pal.” Lee quickly grabbed several files from this desk and handed to the FBI agent. “Here’s the copies of reports for the autopsy and toxicology of Lewis.” 

“Thanks.” Morgan thanked. “By the way,” he then stopped and asked, “Any recommendation for coffees?” 

“Two blocks right when you exit the station, you see one small café.” Lee used his thumb to point the direction. “If you need a hand, I’ll probably be here till late.” 

Morgan thanked the polite detective and joined his team. “Hey, Lee told me there’s a good café here. Let’s grab some coffee.” 

“I’m in,” Prentiss replied quickly as she grabbed her coat. “You two wanna stay here?” She asked JJ and Reid. 

“I need some air,” JJ followed the brunette and turned to Reid expectantly. 

“Could you grab me a coffee, I still want to see if there’s anything I missed.” Reid asked. 

“If Hotch comes, tell him we’ll get his coffee too,” JJ told Rossi and Reid who nodded. 

                                                       ---BAU---

The BAU unit chief’s eyes swiftly turned to the captain’s office where Detective Lee was having a conversation with the Captain. His eyes met with the Captain’s eyes, the Captain stiffly nodded towards Hotch, but soon he blinded his office. It was none of his business whether the boss and his subordinate to have a talk, but Hotch felt the talk was about this case. This case was something big. He didn’t know why but he was having this strange feeling about this case. It was as if in deep down, he knew why the UnSub was killing these people. But he didn’t know. It was irking him, frustrating him to no end. His sense was telling him most of important pieces of the puzzle were already gathered. 

The team greeted him as he entered the room, Prentiss handed his coffee that was still warm enough to drink. 

“Have you found something?” Reid asked the leader. 

“No,” Hotch leaned back on the wall. “But, Lewis was less tortured than Smith and Olson. Unlike the other two, Lewis’ death was due to blunt force trauma on the back of his head.” 

“Maybe the UnSub is looking for information about potential victims. Torture is the method the UnSub is using to extract information, and Lewis maybe gave the UnSub that information easily without retaliating further.” JJ suggested, thinking back when she was deployed in a secret mission in Afghanistan. 

“That’d be plausible after Rossi and Morgan found expensive watches Lewis couldn’t afford,” Reid nodded. 

“So the UnSub may be annihilating members of this secret group.” Prentiss quickly scribbled ‘group’ on the white board, arrows pointing from the victims’ photos. 

“For now that’s the best theory,” Rossi leaned front, “but we have to be careful not to focus on this theory. We have to be flexible.” Rossi reminded the team. 

Hotch checked his watch that was already pointing 6pm. 

“Let’s grab dinner, and you can work or rest at your room for today.”

[truthofherdreams]

Of baseball bats and psychic powers (2)

Kali doesn’t exactly know what to expect when she enters the cabin. It looks old and musty from the outside, not unlike the empty warehouse she’s been squatting since she was fourteen. One gets used to never truly be warm again after a while, that shiver down your spine, nose ice cold in the middle of the night. But whatever she expected when she entered the cabin, arm clasped in Jane’s, it isn’t this.

Everything is warm and welcoming, in a rustic kind of way. There are pillows on the couch and books everywhere, a few pictures above the fireplace. She even spots a bunch of drawings on the fridge across the room, even if her eyes are more interested in the pictures.

Home for Kali is a long lost concept. Flashes of a life that used to be hers behind her eyelids – London in the summer, all the lights during Diwali, the henna on her hands and in Mamma’s hair. Home for Jane is a gruffly man and a ragtag bunch of skinny kids, the smell of burning logs and ancient dust.

It leaves Kali… nostalgic for a past she never got to live. For a life ripped from her clenching hands.

“Do you want something to drink?” Jane is at her side, a glass of water in her hand. She’s taller now, her hair longer. So far from the small toddler who’d draw until there were smudges of crayon all over the paper.

“Nothing stronger?” she asks, her fingers in desperate need of a cigarette to hold.

One of the boys, the one with the curly hair and colourful vocabulary, snorts a laugh. “Hopper locked the wine cellar. Says he doesn’t trust us.”

“As should he,” says goody-two-shoes from where he leans against a wall, arms folded in his chest. Kali glares at him, but he doesn’t react. It unnerves her.

She downs her glass of water. Too bad her powers never worked on her own mind, otherwise she would have tricked herself into believing it was vodka. She winces, before she hands the glass back to her sister. Her sister, god. Kali never was a very sentimental person, but she has to admit she missed Jane. They were only together for a few days, and there are many a great things she regrets doing in such a small amount of time, but. At the end of the day, Jane is still her sister and Kali was not lying when she said she felt whole again by her side.

Like she can breathe easily again for the first time in ages.

“How you doing?” she asks softly.

Kali doesn’t do sentimental, or anything of the like, but still she raises a hand to brush her fingers against Jane’s cheek. Her hair is so much longer now, falling in pretty curls on her shoulders. She doesn’t dress like a farm girl anymore, but there is still something suburban about her, like she can’t shake it off. The way Kali can’t shake off the look that comes from a decade living in the streets of Chicago. The dirt under her nails was never meant to go away.

“Good,” she replies, soft. The fire still burns in her eyes, but it has been tamed by peace and quiet. Kali envies her that.  “We haven’t had any problems since... last time. I’m going to school now.”

No monsters, no evil government, just the jolly old life of a teenage girl. Kali definitely envies her that, in a weird way. Normal has never been in the cards for her, and she’s done a good job of acting like it’s fine. No use letting your mind wander on things you’ll never get, after all. It hurts, and Kali stopped hurting when she was ten.

Still, she is happy for Jane, because Jane is happy. This kind of selflessness is new, but welcomed. It makes for a nice change. “I’m glad to hear it.”

Jane is about to add something when the front door opens with a loud bang, and Kali reacts before she even thinks. One hand grabs Jane to pull her behind her, a blade switching open in her other hand as she faces the newcomer. She vaguely hears the teenagers gasp and whistle in response, all her senses focused on the man at the door. The beige uniform and the badge on his hip only make her tighten her hold on the knife, until she remembers what Jane told her. Doesn’t mean she move, though.

“What the hell?” comes the loud, bear-like voice. The man glares at her, and Kali glares back. “Kid, let go of the knife.”

Behind her, Jane grabs her arm with both her hands, squeezing until it pinches. “It’s fine. It’s Hopper, he’s not a bad man.”

“I sure as hell am not,” the guy echoes.

Which, not helping. But Kali will believe Jane’s opinion above all else, at this point, so she stands straighter after another beat, folding the knife before she slides it back into the pocket of her jeans. The kids are staring at her, and so is goody-two-shoes. His eyebrows disappear beneath his stupid fringe, a familiar look in his eyes – confused lust, yep, she’s used to those.

“Sorry,” she tells the policeman. She’s anything but.

His eyes travel up and down her body, frowning, before he sighs loudly. He doesn’t say anything as he moves toward the kitchen, opens the fridge and cracks open a beer. So much for not having alcohol, but Kali knows better than to ask for a bottle. Instead, she waits for him to sit down in the only armchair, and to point at the couch with his beer.

“Sit. Talk.”

And so she does.

The words come difficulty to her at first, as she talks about her childhood in London, discovering her powers, being kidnapped and shipped of to another country. Cold and caged and lonely, terrified. It somewhat gets easier as she goes on, talks of the rainbow room and Jane as a toddler, the tests and experiments, being probed and pushed until her nose bled and she passed out from exhaustion. Jane being taken to another room. Deciding to escape. Not being able to free Jane and having to leave her behind. Finding her way to Chicago. The life she made for herself here.

She leaves out the details of life as a runaway brown girl. They want the truth but they don’t need the trauma, the nightmares and memories she swallowed down to make herself stronger. They don’t deserve her secrets.

When she finishes with an explanation about how she found and killed Brenner, Kali is so exhausted she rubs her hand under her nose.

It comes out clean.

 …

 She leans against the wall, staring at the forest without seeing it. It is quick but for the quiet hoots of an owl and the sound of cooking and table dressing inside. The night wind is cold against her cheeks, a sharp contrast with the warmth of the cabin and in her blood.

Kali hates that she feels like that, so at odds with the world. After her tale, Jane had shown her her bedroom, with the teddy bear on the bed and the books on the desk and the pictures pinned to the walls. This outrageous display of normalcy doesn’t sit well on Kali’s stomach. Jealousy isn’t an emotion she is particularly fond of but, seeing Jane so at peace in this little world of hers, so loved and cared for, it stirs something within Kali, something that had been dormant for too long. It is why she came her, she knows, but having her nose pushed into it on the first evening is a little too painful for her own good.

Hence, taking a time out, away from this life she never wanted for herself but can’t help but envy.

She’s grabbing a cigarette, pack in one hand while the other pats her pockets for a lighter, when the front door opens to her left. She’s about to tell Jane to go back inside, it’s cold and she will get sick, but it is not Jane opening the door. Instead, Kali finds herself frowning at goody-two-shoes when he offers her a tentative smile. Yeah, she isn’t smiling back.

“Fire?” he asks her, taking the same Zippo as before out of his his pocket.

She snaps it from him, lights up her cigarette in a second, before pocketing the lighter. He looks affronted, but doesn’t call her out. Instead, he rolls his eyes and leans next to her on the wall.

“At least it’s tobacco this time,” he comments, nodding to the pack of Marlboro still in her hand.

Kali’s glare hardens. “And you are?”

“The babysitter,” he replies without missing a beat. There is a smile at the corners of his mouth, but she’ll be damned before she asks him what the private joke is. She very much doesn’t give a fuck. “Name’s Steve.”

“Cool.”

She’s not looking at him anymore, gazing back at the forest in front of her, but his stare is drilling holes into the side of her head. She wonders how he would react, if she snapped at him. If he would react at all, the creep. He wasn’t in any of Jane’s stories about what happened after she escaped the lab, and Kali wonders where he fits in all of this. What happened for him not to be scared of her powers and her invading his mind.

“I have a perfectly comfortable couch if you want,” he goes on.

She does stare at him this time. How could she not? “What?”

His ears and cheeks turn red, but he doesn’t look away from her. It takes balls. “Don’t tell me you wanna stay with Hopper. Nobody ever do, and you just admitted that you’re a murderer so…” He shrugs, like this is a perfectly normal conversation to have with the estranged sister who dropped out of nowhere. “And I have a couch, cold beers, and I can look the other way when you’re smoking pot.”

She squints at him. “You’re a cop too.” Less of a question, more of a fact.

He shrugs again. “In training. But, like, it’s Hawkins. We’re used to looking the other way.”

Kali hesitates. She doesn’t want to stay away from Jane now that they are reunited, but goody-two-shoes has a point. Kali doesn’t feel entirely comfortable under the policeman’s knowing gaze, not after confessing to several murders under the guise of vengeance. He seems nice and all, especially since he’s letting Jane use her powers now, but. Still. Once a cop, always a cop.

She looks him up and down, smirks a little at the way he fidgets under her gaze. What’s the worse that could happen, anyway? Jane will be, like, fifteen minutes away at best. She can mentally reach out to Kali if she wants to speak. And they’ll see each other tomorrow, and the day after. And he’s right. Kali’d rather be with someone her age, just for a little while. She does miss Mick with a passion.

“What’s your name again?”

He grins.

[bulletproofcarats]

Amemorynesia

TaehyungxReader  (implied smut)

You’ll never remember the reason you fell.

The chilly wind blows as thunder claps. The first few drops of rain falls, and you note how they glisten along the dusty black wall. Leaning against the wall of the dark alleyway, you keep it in your palm. A reminder of how you landed here. A reminder of who you used to be. Before it all fell to the winged devil.

An angel once, now fallen, you can only walk the earth, the doors of heaven barring you from entering. All because you dealt with the devil. That’s all you remember. You remember being an angel. The details that caused you to fall, you don’t remember. They took your memory when they took your wings. Leaving you with only the feeling that you had done wrong and the weight of guilt with it. Your lips curve in a bitter smile. You don’t feel any guilt. Maybe your conscience disappeared along with your wings. Or maybe you can’t feel guilty about what you didn’t remember. You uncovered your palm, staring at the object that lay on it. A long white feather interwined with an ebony black one. You marvel at the beauty of it, knowing that the white one must have come from your wing. You smile softly to yourself this time, knowing that one tiny piece of the past you is with you. Staring at the object prickles something at the back of your mind But it’s not enough to jolt your memory. Gingerly, you unwind the two feathers from each other, simultaneously enjoying the soft feeling as they tickle your fingers. You look as the wind gently blows the feathers away from your hands and slowly gets stronger and the feathers swirl around you, up and down, and you find yourself floating just as the white feather stops directly in front of your eyes and you are blinded by a bright light, as a force throws you forward onto your knees. - “Who are you?” You are thrown onto a secluded rooftop of a skyscraper, staring at the back of a familiar figure which you realise, with a sudden sense of shock, is yourself. You recognise your strong and firm voice as you turn to see another figure which your other self had addressed the question to. He was dressed in blue and back, with shockingly bright blonde hair that catches the sun in a way that reminds you of how a diamond shines. His black wings beat a single time and you realise that these are the wings which the ebony black feather came from. The single beat sent a strong gust of wind in your direction It had a heavy touch to it, almost seducing and tranquil, you would have said. You recognise that face as well. All angels did, regardless of whether they had fallen or not. The devil himself, Kim Taehyung, was looking at you. Not you, but rather, the past you. You’re trapped in a memory, one that you don’t recall having. With a start, you realise this is the missing piece which they took from you when they threw you out. “Hello Y/N, I’m sure you’ve heard of me before.” You watch yourself incline your head slightly as you hold his stare, the shocklingly blue grey eyes fixing you in that position. Heaven knows how much power they held. “Now lets not forget our manners shall we?” He smiles ever so slightly, his handsome features lighting up a little. He holds out his hand. “Pleased to make your acquaintance” You watch  your ownself frown, as your white wings flutter ever so slightly. “Kim Taehyung. I’m afraid that I do not want to associate with you. I have no desire to overstep the boundaries that have been laid for me.” He pouts, looking like a kicked puppy, but you know better than to trust the surface of the devil. “Direct, angel. But are you not curious as to why it is so?” “Why is what so?” “The boundaries, angel. Why is that you are forbidden from associating with the devil?” “It is the mandate of heaven to keep to the light, and not fall prey to the darkness.” “But, then i ask you this question, angel. What defines light? What defines darkness?” You pause for a moment. “Succumbing to temptation. A weak will. Falling from the right path.” Taehyung tilts his head as he continues to look at you. “And now i ask you another question. What is defined as the right path?” You narrow your eyes at him. “Why would you be interested in a right path, devil?” Taehyung laughs, a booming yet flowing sound that reverberated through your entire body. “Oh Y/N, I am not interested in a right path. Rather, I am interested in what keeps the angels apart from the devil and his world.” You cross your arms. “Your world.” You managed to add a tinge of contempt to it. “Is full of nonsense such as lust, greed, gluttony, sloth, envy, pride and wrath.” Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you. “The seven deadly sins. Did you memorise those? Still, angel. Humans are a civilization who have managed to do exceedingly well with the existence of these seven sins.” You scoff. ‘Humans. A bunch of worthless beasts who never deserved to be created in the first place. Easily tempted into wrongdoing.” The corners of his lips quirk upwards. “What if I told you that humans represented the part and life that your kind does not dare to step into?” “The boundaries are not what cowers us. We know better.” Yet your mind marvels at what he could possibly mean. Taehyung smirks. “My dear angel, the boundaries are what restrains you.” You open your mouth to protest, but Taehyung beats you to it.

“It has been drilled into you since you were born. No overstepping the boundaries. No going beyond that. Have you never ever wondered why humans seem to smile more than you lot did?” “We do not need to smile to -” “Oh but I am not talking about smiling, Y/N. I am talking about happiness.” “Happiness is not a priority in being an angel. We uphold the-” “Virtues, goodness. Yeah I’ve heard that pish posh a thousand times from whenever your superiors come barking down in my lands when they need something from me.” Taehyung gave a careless wave. “Need something from you?” Taehyung tilts his head. “You don’t really think we isolate each other, do you? The up and down have to communicate when it comes to the problems of souls and other pressing matters.” “But where were we? Happiness, yes.” Taehyung took a step closer to you, just as storm clouds start rolling in around the area and you feel the cold wind starts to blow. “What if told you, Y/N, that the seven deadly sins, are not sins, but simply what your boundaries classify as sins?” “I don’t believe you.” You firmly press down the small seed of doubt that starts to bloom inside. Better to nip it at the bud than fall into the trap. “Oh but what you define as sins, I define as balance. Humans are a fascinating kind, really. They aren’t too good, some too evil, but they have the balance of light and dark both inside of them. While we, only have either one.” “You sound really proud for someone who is suggesting that we are not balanced.” Taehyung smirked. “I was an angel once you know? Just like how the humans tell the story of how Lucifer fell, my history has been similar.” You shake your head furiously. “You fell because you did something bad. Something that tainted what we stand for. Why do you talk to me, devil?” Taehyung laughs. “I fell for what I believe in, my dear. And I don’t regret it. I don’t regret being curious, because the price I paid? That is nothing compared to what lies beyond what used to restrict me.” “Why are you telling me all these?” “Because I am giving you a chance. Fall from grace, and I swear that the whole new world which you come to face will be a whole new level of wonder from what the angels have had for centuries.” “What makes you think that I will take the chance?” Taehyung looks at you, his blue grey eyes twinkling with amusement and a measure of calculation. “Many of your kind has. What makes you think you won’t?” You raised your chin stubbornly. Taehyung sighs. “The fall may not be the best one, but the ending and freedom will be worth it.” “Show me.” But you know what a horrible choice it is. The specific sin,  the one that made most angels fall, was lust. Yet, you can’t stop yourself from saying the words. Taehyung raises both eyebrows at you. “What now?” “Show me what you mean by it. How worth it it will be.” His tongue flicks out as he runs it across his bottom lip. “I would, my dear. But I’m afraid that it would not be possible.” “And why is that?” You challenge, unable to stop yourself, unwilling to take back what you said earlier, a habit drilled into you by how imperious and proud angels could be. “Because to show you would mean to simultaneously cause you to fall from grace. You would have to experience it for yourself.” You bite your lip. It would cause you to fall from grace. To give up the pleasure of being an angel, the beauty of being it, it would all be thanks to sin. Lust specifically. You look at Taehyung as he wiggles his eyebrows at you, a move almost childish for the devil. He knows, you realize. That you know how he means to show you. He’s just waiting for you to accept. Were you willing to give up the wings, the beauty of the bright skies of heaven, your home for the past century or so? And yet, you think, to cut off that side of life, to make the price to pay for partaking in it so high, it would have to be something really really tempting, wouldn’t it? You know you shouldn’t accept, but as you stared into the blue pools of his eyes, shining almost like diamonds, drawing you in, achingly beautiful, like a moth drawn to a flame, you know you are trapped. The boundaries are what restrains you. Taehyung’s words are stuck in your head. You are not sure if it is because Taehyung beats his wings another time just as thunder starts rolling all around you and there is a flash of lightning that catches in his eyes, or because you are truly curious, but you nod your head. “Then show me.” “You would be willing to fall from grace, for this?” “I have already had such a long conversation with you.” You mutter, the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins from sat you just agreed to egging you on. “I might as well just get on with it or I know I’ll come back in the end.” For if there’s anything you know you are, it’s that you are not one to stray away from your curious mind. Taehyung grins. “A wise choice, now Y/N, a token to seal the deal.” He reaches behind him and plucks a feather off his wings, his other hand stretching out to yours, a silent invitation. Slowly, you curl your left wing and gently detach one of your pure white feathers from it, marvelling at its softness for the last time. You’ve lived a hundred years with it already, you tell yourself. Young, for your kind, but you aren’t sure how you would cope with living forever sometimes. Humans may have been greedy for the gift of immortality in the past, but they do not know what a burden it can be. You press the feather onto the black one in his waiting palm, and Taehyung laughs again. “Wonderful, Y/N.” He takes a few steps closer, covering the distance between the two of you as he leans in until your noses are nearly touching, and your mouths are inches away from each other, and yet the only thing you can do is still stare into his eyes. “And now to show you.” He whispers. - You are thrown out of the memory and your ears are ringing, your vision blurry. So that was what you fell for. You recall the other details, though hazy, as your vision slowly clears and you let out a long exhale. You remember Taehyung’s mouth colliding with yours as he snaps his finger and the next thing you know, the both of you are in a luxurious bedroom. You remember his mouth on your neck, his hot breath whispering in your ear the next moment. You remember the feeling as he licks his way down to your core in stripes. You remember how deep and silky his voice sounded. You remember the small whimpers as he takes you and brings you to your first ever high, the blissful feeling of euphoria as something inside of you snaps followed by exhaustion settling in once you have come down from it. You remember the pain as your wings burn away with heavenly fire, bit by bit, feather by feather. The burning feeling as your whole body ached, and the glowing eyes of Taehyung watching you as they reflect the fire, his eyes reflecting the glowing power that came with it as your wings burned away. You remember the smirk he gives you as his wings shoots out from behind him and how a single feather drops to the ground as he curls them around himself before disappearing. Too late, you remember as you pass out from the pain, that as each angel falls to sin, the devil takes their power. For sin is his domain, and in there, the devil takes it all. The white feather now lies at your feet, and the black feather attaches itself to your back. I hope that wasn’t a bad first introduction to what is beyond, my dear. You gasp softly. A gift, and compensation, for what you lost when you fell. I had fun, I hoped you did too. Thank you for helping me grow stronger. But in turn, as all things must be balanced, I’ll take your memory of me, and all with why you fell. This will disappear once you step out of the alleyway. Black wings sprout slowly from your back. Congratulations, you are free of restraints right now. You allows your new wings to curl in front of you as you pluck off a black feather and let it float gently to join the white one on the ground. Gazing at it as you fold your wings, you tilt your head. The rain falls on your face and several drops drips down your neck, gazing at a nearby puddle, it seems like transparent beads that have fallen free from a necklace. Just like how you are free, because you have fallen. You step past the feathers, into the light, and inhale deeply. The city is bustling and cars speed past you as humans walk all around. You aren’t like them. You are special and you are free. You look up the sky, the grey clouds seemingly barring the entrance to heaven. What used to your home, you don’t miss. You can’t even remember how you fell in the first place. But you don’t care.

~Admin Waffle