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Nanny Belle and the Midnight Princes pt1

Nanny Belle does her best to keep her favorite little princes entertained, while welcoming the kids from Jade, Benitoite, and Obsidian too. Diplomatic crises, chaos, and cuteness everywhere! Approx. 2500 words

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Belle looked over the room with a critical eye. There was a play space for Luke and Rio, a reading nook for Chevalier, plenty of toys for Leon, Licht, Nokto, Jin, and Yves. Extra cleaning rags and a bucket of sand for any surprises from Clavis. Some places to lay down if someone felt tired, and a snack table with enough food to feed an army of little princes. It would do.

“I hope it meets your exacting standards.” A cool, low voice tickled her ear.

She nearly jumped as she turned to find Sariel at her shoulder. “I - I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I can be very quiet when I need to be.” He smiled. Some said the councilor’s smile made babies cry, but Belle found it endearing. Sariel had a sharp smile, wry, with a hint of dark humor. And there was a warmth in his eyes, especially when he looked at her the way he was looking now.

Belle smiled back at him. “I believe it.” She gestured to the room. “Everything looks great. Thank you so much for letting us use this space. I really wanted the princes to feel special on the holiday, even if they don’t get to go to the king’s celebration.”

He nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. “You always take such good care of them.” Sariel’s smile faded. “I didn’t stop in just to see if the accommodations were sufficient. I also have a favor to ask.”

“For you? Anything.” She laughed.

“You should take care when you make such sweeping statements, especially to a man like me.” He looked entirely serious, almost grim, as he spoke. Then he pushed his glasses back up onto his nose. “There will be additional royalty present this evening. Prince Silvio and Emidio of Benitoite, Prince Keith and Tio of Jade, Princess Mirielle of Jade, and Prince Gilbert from Obsidian. They will be in your care for the duration of the celebrations.”

She felt her eyebrows lift and her shoulders tense. “I’m sorry?”

Sariel set his hands on her shoulders, reassuring her. “I know it’s a lot to ask, with so much already in your care. But it can’t be helped. The princes are visiting, as part of their education. And tonight, the ambassadors and tutors accompanying them will be at the king’s party.”

Belle swallowed. “Alright. I - I guess I can handle a few more little guys. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“War. But don’t let that worry you. I am sure you’ll be fine. You are a very capable woman with admirable talents.” Sariel squeezed her gently, almost a hug. “I’ll come check on you when I am able, or you can send a servant if need be and I will come running.” He smiled. “Anything for you.”

She smiled back, still feeling rather anxious. “Alright. When will they arrive?”

“Shortly after the party begins.”

Belle nodded. “Any allergies or special care I should know about?”

Sariel shrugged, his hands dropping to his sides. “Keep Gilbert away from anything sharp and pointy, Silvio likes shiny things, and Keith . . . is a moody child.” He reached up and lightly touched her cheek. “I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t think you could. And I mean it when I say, I will be here should you need me.”

She felt her cheeks heat beneath his gloved fingertips. “Thanks Sariel. That means a lot. I just hope I don’t disappoint.”

“You won’t. Good luck, my dear. And happy new year!” Sariel waved as he left, hurrying on to his next task.

Belle watched him go with a bittersweet smile. Sariel was such a professional. So knowledgeable, and kind to spend so much of his time here reassuring her. A mere nanny. She sighed. But there wasn’t much time to worry as the boys were on their way.

Jin arrived first, with Luke on his shoulders, chased by one of the nursery maids. “Wheeee! Pffff!” He whinnied and snorted like a horse, and pretended to buck while Luke clung to his head. A tiny, chubby little red-headed knight, drooling on his horse.

“Be careful,” Belle called out, as Jin charged toward the snack table.

“Yes, Nanny Belle!” Jin skidded to a halt. “Do I get a kiss on the cheek for being good?”

“Nope. I expect you to be good. But if you’re extra good, maybe you can have a kiss on the top of your head later.” She grinned at the cheeky boy. One day, she thought, that kid is going to break hearts.

Jin smiled widely. “Then I’ll be extra good.”

“I somehow doubt that.” Leon strode in after him, looking every inch a little prince. His cheeks were still a little hollow from his last bout of sickness, but he was smiling, and moved with boyish energy. “Is this where they’re packing us away during the party?”

Belle shook her head. “This is where we’re having our own much better party. The ballroom will just be full of stodgy people drinking wine and doing formal dancing. In here, we get to play games and eat good food, and dance however we want to.”

“Dancing is stupid,” Licht interjected as he and Nokto came into the room.

“It is not,” Nokto argued.

“Is too!”

“Not!”

“Hey! If Licht doesn’t want to dance, that’s ok. He can use the telescope on the balcony to look at stars instead.” Nanny Belle gestured toward the wide balcony space beyond a set of glass double doors.

“There’s a telescope?” Nokto’s eyes got big and suddenly all the boys were rushing out to the balcony to look at it.

Chevalier shuffled in next, his lips in a hard frown. He held a book in each hand. He didn’t say anything to Belle, just came in and plopped down in the reading nook she’d set up for him. He opened one of his books and glared down at the page.

Belle knew better than to interrupt his funk. He was angry at being excluded from adult things, a sentiment she understood. Chev was a gifted child and being stuck with the other kids grated on him. But despite his brilliance, he was still a child at heart and she knew he’d come around once he got over his sulk.

Yves came in with another of the nursery maids. It looked as if he’d taken extra time with his outfit and hair. He looked around the room with an air of cautious curiosity, then his eyes fell on Belle. “You look the same.” He crossed his arms grumpily. “You’re ‘posed to dress up for parties!”

“Oh! Well, you’re absolutely right Prince Yves. But even though I’m wearing my nanny’s uniform, I promise I’m all dressed up and fancy inside.” She grinned and winked at him.

“What does that mean?” Yves touched a strand of his curly hair.

“It means in my imagination and in my heart, I’m wearing the fanciest ballgown tonight. I bet if you close your eyes, you could imagine it too.”

He clenched his eyes shut and took on a look of extreme concentration. “Oh! Yes, I can imagine it Ms. Belle.”

A jingling distracted Yves from his imaginary nanny, and he turned toward the door. “Is this the kid-jail for tonight’s shindig?” A willowy young boy stood in the doorway. He had pale, fluffy hair and sea blue eyes. He jangled due to several bejeweled chains at his hip, wrist, neck, and ankles. It was more jewelry than Belle had ever seen on a child.

“Ummm, yes, this is where we’re having a princes’ party. What’s your name, little guy?” Nanny Belle was sure he was one of the foreign princes, but which?

“You can call me your highness. Damn uppity servants. Who do you think you are, asking for my name? I should buy your contract just so my dad can fire you.” He put a fist to his hip and glared at her.

“Shut up, Silvio. Your jangling and yapping grates on my nerves.” Chevalier spoke up from his corner without looking up from his book.

Nanny Belle smiled as best she could. What a rude little boy! “Welcome, Prince Silvio. You’ll find the snack table there, and some games and toys over here. And there’s a telescope on the balcony. I hope you’ll find something you like to do.”

He rolled his eyes, but sauntered in. “These snacks are lame. What is this even? A fruit tray?”

“Silvio, that’s not very nice.” Another new voice came from the doorway, or rather, from beside it. The speaker was hiding behind the doorframe.

Yves put his thumb in his mouth, a nervous gesture, and scooted closer to Belle.

“Shut it, Gloomskull. Nobody asked you.” Silvio frowned at the empty doorway. “And quit skulkin’ around. Come in or go home.”

A smaller boy walked in, his hands clenched nervously at the hem of his jacket. “I can’t go home. It’s too far to walk.” He wavered nervously just inside the room as if he might really try to run home.

Belle crouched down to his height. “We wouldn’t want you to go home, Prince Keith. Come here and I’ll show you how to use the telescope.”

He stared at her, clearly unsure what to make of her offer.��

She held out her hand, waiting for him to take it.

After a long moment of studying her hand and face, he tentatively grasped one finger. “Ok.”

Silvio scoffed and rolled his eyes, but when Nanny Belle started for the balcony with Prince Keith in tow, Silvio trailed along behind them, jangling with every step. The balcony was decorated with flowers and ribbons, with several low couches and tables set up. The telescope was off to one side, pointed out toward the hills beyond the capital city.

Licht and Nokto were taking turns gazing through it, even though it wasn’t dark enough to see anything in the sky yet. The twins turned as the two new princes approached. Despite their similar appearances, their reactions couldn’t have been different. Nokto smiled widely, while Licht gave a little frown and walked to the rail, ignoring them completely.

Keith was so excited by the telescope that he let go of Belle’s hand to rush over to it.

Nokto immediately stepped in to play host, a natural diplomat. “Do you like it? My father had it imported from Obsidian.”

“Does it use gems for lenses?” Keith asked excitedly.

“Gems?” Silvio perked up.

Nanny Belle intended to step in before Nokto started weaving one of his embellished stories, but a loud woman’s voice summoned her back into the main room. A woman stood in the doorway, dressed in the most fashionable gown from the season’s ballroom wear. It might have looked nice, had she not covered it with ostentatious - but expensive - jewelry, and too much heavy makeup. She had a little boy with her, cradled in her arms as if he were an infant, though he was clearly old enough to walk on his own.

“My lady,” Belle gave a deep curtsy.

The woman glared at her but did not respond. Instead, she spoke to the boy in her arms. “Is mommy’s little ‘Dio going to be happy here? What do you think? Do you want to stay with me? Hmmm?”

“I . . .” the little boy’s sea blue gaze tracked across the room, taking in the toys and games and snacks, lingering on the other children.

“Highness, your husband is waiting,” a servant said softly from the hallway, just out of sight.

The woman pinched the boy’s cheek. “Of course you want to stay. Mommy will come back for you after the party, ok?”

“I . . .” Before he could say anything else, the woman set him down and hurried out without another word. The boy stood there looking a little bewildered.

Belle crouched in front of him and smiled gently. “Let’s see. Your eyes are blue like the ocean, and your hair is almost azure . . . so you must be Prince Emidio. Am I right?”

He nodded and wiped his nose on his sleeve.

“Your brother is on the balcony looking at a telescope. Did you want to go out too?”

Emidio glanced out at the balcony and shook his head. “No. I want to go home.”

Chevalier glanced up from his book, staring at the Benitoitian prince with an icy glare.

Emidio swallowed whatever other complaint he had and smiled up at Nanny Belle. “I am sorry, miss. Thank you for having me here. I am sure this party will be wonderful.” He looked over at the snack table. “May I?”

“Of course,” Belle smiled at him brightly. His whole demeanor shifted in a blink, and while she was sure he was still unhappy, there was no sign of it. It made her sad to see how even at this age, the young prince knew to hide his feelings. She leaned closer and whispered, “It’s ok if you miss your mama. She’ll be back for you soon. In the meantime, I hope we can have fun.”

He blinked at her in surprise, and then nodded.

Nanny Belle might have said more, but her attention was pulled away by shouting on the balcony. She hurried out to see what was going on.

“You threw Luke’s honey roll! I saw!” Jin was pointing at Keith, his voice raised. Luke was whimpering and staring off the balcony after something. Probably his honey roll.

“Did I? Hm. Maybe it was an accident,” Keith shrugged, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Or maybe you imagined it.”

Licht frowned at him, garnet eyes hard. “I saw too. It wasn’t an accident.”

“I think you imagined it.” Keith shrugged again. “He probably dropped it himself, trying to get his sticky hands all over the telescope. If anything, we’re lucky he dropped it. Because if he smeared the lens, we couldn’t see anything tonight.”

Nanny Belle took a moment to listen. This was nothing like the shy little moppet she’d welcomed in a few minutes ago. He was like an entirely different little boy. She didn’t understand it, but if she didn’t intervene, this was going to turn into an incident. “Come here, Prince Luke. I’ll get you a new honey roll, ok?”

Luke toddled over to her, sticky fingers grasping at the air as she picked him up.

“Prince Jin, I’m sure if Prince Keith dropped anything, it was an accident. We’re all friends here, so let’s remember that.” She gave Jin a sharp look.

He caught it, and after a moment, he nodded. “Yes, Nanny Belle.” He took a breath. “I’m sorry, “Prince Keith. I must have been mistaken.”

Keith grinned widely. “Thanks. And hey, can I get a honey roll while you’re at it, Nanny?”

“Of course.” Nanny Belle led him inside, with Luke balanced on her hip. She handed the tyke a honey roll and settled him in a chair so he couldn’t get sticky sweet smears on everything. Then she handed Keith a plate with another roll on it. “Do you need a fork?”

“Yes, please?” Prince Keith’s smile seemed gentler now, but maybe that was just getting something sweet to eat.

Belle handed him the fork just in time to turn and see another servant in the doorway. He was tall and dressed in light armor, all black. He looked dangerous, and he probably was. The royal crest of Obsidian was emblazoned on his chest, and though he wasn’t armed, he looked capable of violence.

To be continued!

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otomehoneyybearr · 11 months

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Gilbert’s Aphrodisiac Story!

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Silvio’s Aphrodisiac Event Here

My body ached with a heat that made me even hate the bright sunlight shining through the window.

I was reaching my limit to maintain my rationality.

In front of me sat Gilbert, looking at mathematical formulas as per usual. However, I, on the other hand was trying my best to regulate my breathing.

Gilbert: "Little rabbit, its still daylight yet your wearing such a lewd expression on your face.

Emma: "N-no I'm not."

(.... Its so painful that I can't help it, but I have to endure it.)

(All of this happened because of none other than Gilbert.)

I had been called into the laboratory by Gilbert, when he happily told me about something out of the ordinary.

Gilbert: "I happen to have some ingredients left over so I made something I thought would make you happy, little rabbit."

Gilbert, with a happy smile on his face, approaches me with a small glass bottle in his hand.

I sensed a vague hint of evildoing in that smile of his and suddenly I had a bad feeling about this.

Emma: "What's this?"

Gilbert: "Aphrodisiac."

Emma: "Oh, an aphrod-- wait, an APHRODISIAC?!"

Gilbert: "Correct. An aphrodisiac I made using the leftover ingredients.

Gilbert: "Although I'm not as good as Walter when it comes to formulations, I'm confident that its safe since it been made with natural ingred--

Emma: "W-wait a second. Why would you make an aphrodisiac so suddenl---

Gilbert: "Little rabbit."

Gilbert: "You either accept my gift, or you’re forced to accept it."

In an unobtrusive manner, the small bottle was pressed against my lips in the blink of an eye.

Just as I opened my mouth to argue, the liquid was poured inside.

Emma: "Hmmgh...!"

Its thick and viscous, with a taste so sweet it almost burns my throat, and almost instantly, my consciousness goes into a haze.

(What the--- My body feels like its on fire.)

I felt a cold finger caress my cheek and ears, which were beginning to flush, and I quickly moved away from Gilbert.

Gilbert: "Well, I have some work I need to finish today, so please be a good little rabbit."

Emma: "...Gil!"

I called his name, but the person in question returned to his chair as if nothing had happened and didn't even look up from his documents on the table.

It didn't take long for me to realize the tremendous effects of the aphrodisiac.

A deep hunger for pleasure disturbed my mind and body to the point I wanted to cry.

Gilbert: "Little rabbit, could you please hand me the materials from the shelf over there?"

Emma: "S-sure."

(Since it's Gilbert, I'm sure he's noticed that the aphrodisiac is taking effect.)

(But its still its embarrassing to act like this so blatantly... and it's becoming really hard to focus.)

Somehow I managed to make the rational decision to retrieve the material booklet, located on the top shelf, as instructed.

The feeling of my legs rubbing against each other, and the collar of my blouse barely scratching neck created a numbing sensation that surged through me, and I quietly let out a sigh.

(...This is difficult.)

(I want to hurry up and get it, but I can't move like this.)

Because I kept stopping my movements so as not to pick up even the slighted bit of pleasure, I found myself unable to pick up the documents.

Before I knew it, Gilbert was standing behind me.

Gilbert: "You we're being top slow, little rabbit, so I came to get it myself.

Emma: "Ah...."

Just as I was about to turn around, his lips came surprisingly close to my ear.

Gilbert: "This is at a height you can't reach, right little rabbit?"

Gilbert's breathe slipped into my ear, making my body tremble.

His arm stretched out towards the shelf and slightly rubbed against my shoulder, as if he was caressing me.

I let out a whimper so lewd that even I couldn't believe my ears when I heard it.

(If this continues, there's no way I'll be able to hold back.)

I lost all of the strength I had left in my legs and I crouched down in my spot.

Gilbert: "Huh? Was that small touch enough to make you feel that strongly?

Gilbert: "My, you're quite the shameless little rabbit, aren't you?"

Emma: "..."

My cheeks heat up at Gilbert's words.

I took the hand he offered to me and stood up, but then he bit the fingertips he was holding.

Emma: "A-ahh"

Gilbert: "Hehe, how fun."

Emma: "...Please stop."

Gilbert: "Huhhh, why?"

Emma: "Gil!"

Gilbert: "Alright, alright. If this is what the little rabbit wants, then I'll just get back to work."

Gilbert removed his lips from my fingers and returned to his seat with a relaxed demeanor that was the complete opposite of my own.

(I'm beginning to reach my limit.)

(It's mostly Gilbert's fault that I ended up like this, so I want him to take responsibility for it.)

I decided to to throw all of my shame away and stood in front of the table, looking straight at him.

Emma: "...Gil."

Even though I called his name, he didn't look up from his papers.

(It's shouldn't be anything serious since he was just trying to play with me by giving me an aphrodisiac.)

Emma: "Gil, please listen to me."

Gilbert: "Whaaat? I can't concentrate on my work."

Finally looking at me with his red eyes, my fiancé, puts his elbows on the table, and rests his head in his hands, tilting it.

Emma: "...It hurts."

Gilbert: "Hmm. And what is you want me to do about it?"

Emma: "W-what..."

Gilbert: "I'll grant anything you wish, little rabbit, so won't you tell me?

(Do I really have to say it specifically?!)

Gilbert smile was bright and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying my reaction.

(It's what Gilbert wants...)

(Its frustrating but I can't bear it any longer.)

Emma: "...Please, Gil."

Gilbert: "Hmm, its still not enough. You have to beg for it properly."

Emma: "...Please touch me."

Gilbert: "Hehe. Good girl."

ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪

Gilbert got up from his seat, sat me on the table, and ripped off my blouse.

He licked the petal-like love bites that grew every night, and just when I expected the usual bite to come, he bit down harder this time.

The pleasure was so great that I forgot about all of my embarrassment and let out a moan that I didn't realize was my own.

He played with the tips of my overly sensitive breasts, but it didn't give me the stimulation that I longed for.

Emma: "...Gil, please don't be tease me."

Gilbert: "I'm touching you just like you wanted, aren't I?"

(That's...)

With tears forming at the corner of my eyes, I shook mt head and clung to Gilbert.

Suddenly, the hand that had been wandering around my chest, lifted up my skirt.

It sank down my underwear and into the gap between my hot, wet legs.

Emma: "Ahh...!"

Gilbert: "Then does this satisfy you?"

It would have been fine had he just thrusted it into me, but he stirred his fingers around, making a water-like sound.

A light flashed across my vision, and soon my whole body was attacked by a feeling a weakness.

I'm drowning in greed to the point where I can't breathe, and yet Gilbert keeps his cool face.

He pulls his freshly wet fingers out, and licks them as if to show me.

Gilbert: " Hey, little rabbit. Work will have to be delayed since no progress has been made, right?

Emma: "...Please don't tell me this is what you were really after."

Gilbert: "Well, its boring to just work all day."

(I can't believe he's okay with making me drink aphrodisiac for a reason like that...!)

Suddenly, I noticed the small bottle left on the edge of the desk.

(Half of the contents is still left.)

An idea arises before my thoughts are almost consumed by the pleasure.

Emma: "It's pretty unfair that I'm the only one forced to take the aphrodisiac."

I picked up the small bottle, quickly put the rest of the aphrodisiac into my mouth, and kissed Gilbert.

Without giving him anytime to refuse, I let the aphrodisiac to flow into his mouth and immediately heard the sound of him swallowing it down.

(Finally, we're equal.)

(Well, the reason I did it is more than it just being unfair, it's also because I feel lonely.)

Gilbert: "If anything, I want Gil to beg too."

Gilbert: "Hehe, you've turned into quite the bad girl, haven't you little rabbit?

Gilbert: "Maybe it's due to my influence."

Emma: "Gil..."

The depths of Gilbert's eyes were wet with lust as he smiled, a mysterious sensuality overflowing from him.

Those eyes stared at me spread out on the desk, and after he took off his jacket, his heat penetrated me in one breath.

The bottom of my stomach aches with pleasure at the lust he finally shows me.

There was no way I could manage my sanity as he grabbed me by the waist and shook me violently.

No matter how many times my head goes blank, I feel myself about to lose consciousness from the never ending pleasure.

Emma: "Ahh, I can't.... continue... anymore.."

Gilbert: "You said you wanted me to beg for it, right?"

Emma: "But..!"

Gilbert: "And you still look unsatisfied."

Emma: "...!"

Gilbert: "You'll take responsibility and stay with me until I feel better, won't you, little rabbit?"

Gilbert: "Oh, but of course I'll be accompanying you too."

Just as I let out a sweet whimper from him biting on my earlobe, Gilbert begins to trample my insides once again.

I let out a loud cry from the intense pleasure.

I also notice that the expression on Gilbert's face swaying in front of me was even more sensual than usual.

(...He's absolutely terrible.)

(I can't believe that I'm so happy from my beloved is begging me and drowning in pleasure together.)

Gilbert: "Emma..."

Emma: "...Ahh...."

My whole body relaxes after being forced into a rush once more.

I throw my body back onto the table and Gilbert hugs me so tight that it hurts.

He then rains nonstop kisses on top of where he had left the painfully sweet bite marks.

The fingers that lovingly intertwine with mine are no longer cold.

(Its because Gilbert made me drink that aphrodisiac,)

(That my mind and body are feeling more tired than ever before, and made me do such embarrassing things. I feel terrible.)

(Still, I love Gilbert and I can't ever refuse him. This man's love is troublesome, but so is mine.)

(The bite marks, the heat shared through our fingertips, and the aphrodisiac prank are all proof of Gilbert's love.)

(When I think of Gilbert's love, everything is so lovely.)

I'm reminded once again that I've been completely trampled by Gilbert.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 2 months

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Slave Of Duty: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: You're pulled away for a case in the middle of Haley's funeral. Spencer is still mad at you that you didn't let him see you while in prison, but how can you explain to him that whenever you look into a mirror, you hate the person you see? You're far from being okay and Spencer is the kind of comfort you're desperately looking for.

Season Five Masterlist

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

"It is love that makes the world go round." - W.S. Gilbert

"W.S. Gilbert wrote, 'It's love that makes the world go round.' If that's true, then the world spun a little faster with Haley in it. She was my best friend since we were in high school. We certainly had our struggles, but if there's one thing we agreed on unconditionally, it was our love and commitment to our son, Jack. Haley's love for Jack was joyous and fierce. That fierceness is why she isn't here today.

"A mother's love is an unrivaled force of nature, and we can all learn much from the way Haley lived her life. Her death causes each of us to stop and take stock of our lives. To measure who we are and what we've become. I don't have all those answers for myself, but I know who Haley was. She was the woman who died protecting the child we brought into this world together. I will make sure that Jack grows up knowing who his mother was, how she loved and protected him, and how much I loved her.

"If Haley were with us today, she would ask us not to mourn her death but to celebrate her life. She would tell us to love our families unconditionally and to hold them close. In the end, they are all that matter. I met Haley at the tryouts of our high school's production of 'The Pirates of Penzance'. I found our copy of the play and was looking through it the other night, and I came upon a passage that seemed appropriate for this moment.

"'Oh, dry the glistening tear that dews that martial cheek. Thy loving children hear in them thy comfort seek. With sympathetic care, their arms around thee creep for, oh, they cannot bear to see their father weep'."

Hotch said no tears but you can't help but cry for the loss of Haley. You didn't know her well but you feel Hotch's sorrow for his ex-wife as if it were your own. You look at Spencer who still isn't talking to you. This isn't the time or the place to fight so you two are on middle ground. However, you know as soon as you leave this place, he's going to go right back to not talking to you.

As soon as the service is over, you all head inside the place Hotch rented for the wake while Jack and Hotch stay behind to get some alone time with Haley. You're one of the last ones to leave so you look back and observe the two.

"Okay, go ahead. Blow Mommy a kiss."

You turn back and cry softly for them. Hotch isn't up for company so he lets everyone else converse while he stays on the balcony and thinks about how his life is going to go. Jack stayed with Haley but now that George Foyet is dead, there is no reason Jack can't stay with Hotch. It's going to be hard to take care of a small child and still do what he does, but Haley's sister is more than happy to help until Hotch figures out something more permanent.

Rossi leaves the group to join Hotch on the balcony.

"What do we do?" Emily asks, breaking the silence.

"There's nothing we can do. We just gotta wait him out."

"Do you think he'll ever come back?"

"Would you?" JJ asks.

"He'll come back. I just don't know what he's gonna look like when he does. We just need to be there for him when he's ready."

Rossi spends ten more minutes with Hotch before coming back inside, and you take this opportunity to talk to Hotch alone. You set your drink on the table and head out to the balcony.

"Hey," you say softly.

"Hey." You join his side and he looks at you with unshed tears in his eyes. "I know it'll get better but I worry for Jack."

"He has you. He's going to be okay." Hotch shrugs and leans on the railing. "Have I ever told you about my sister? She wasn't my biological sister but when my parents fostered her, she was my best friend. We did everything together and I told her everything. She was a few years older than me but I looked up to her.

"She started coming home from work and was really uncomfortable. She wouldn't tell me why but I could feel it. To put a long story short, she was murdered by her boss. He wanted her and when she rejected him, he killed her. Gideon was the agent on the case.

"I know this isn't what you're going through, but I can talk about it without it hurting. This is never going to go away for you or Jack but it will get easier. Then one day, it won't hurt to breathe."

"I know," he nods. "I appreciate you helping me. I'm sorry about your sister."

"I'm sorry about Haley."

Hotch gives you a comforting hug that he needs without it being inappropriate. The door opens and Derek comes out just as you pull away from Hotch.

"I'm sorry, but we just got called in. We have to go."

"Are you serious?"

"It's okay. You should go. Call me if you need anything."

"Take care of your son."

"Thanks."

"Are you going to be okay?" you ask Hotch.

"I'll see you when you get back."

Derek is the unit chief now. If he says to go on a case, then you have to. Everyone heads to the plane since there is no time to brief before then. Penelope is logged in through video chat.

"In two weeks, there have been two women killed in their own homes with no sign of forced entry, and the floors were covered in rose petals," JJ starts the briefing.

"He's quite the romantic. Evidence of sexual assault?"

"None. Both women were last seen leaving their offices on a Friday and never showed up to work on a Monday."

"It's Thursday. Why are we only being called in now?"

"The second body was only found yesterday."

"There may be a socio-economic pattern emerging. The first victim, Bethany Heminger, lived in Belle Meade. The second victim, Melissa Johnson, lived in Brentwood. Both are affluent neighborhoods yet nothing was missing from either home."

"What did these women do for a living?"

"Bethany was a defense attorney and Melissa was a corporate executive."

"Two brunettes with similar features in high-powered professions? That's not a coincidence. These women most likely represent someone he knows."

"Alright, so we need to figure out where this unsub is meeting his victims and how he's gaining access to their homes. If he's staying on pattern, this guy has picked out his next target. We should check gardeners, housekeeping staff, pool attendants, and floral shops. See if anyone worked both homes. Start working up a paper trail, Garcia. Find out where these women were In the days leading up to each murder."

"Like a genie in a bottle--poof!" Penelope says and logs off the computer.

"Prentiss, you and I are gonna go check out the Johnson crime scene. Reid, you and Y/N talk to the coroner so you can start working up victimology. JJ and Rossi, talk to the families and staff and find a connection we can use. I understand that all of our thoughts are with Hotch, but right now, I need us all to focus on this case. We have less than a day before this unsub will strike again. Let's finish this thing fast."

JJ and Rossi meet with Detective Landon Kaminski who has the major on his ass about this. Two dead girls and they know a third is coming fast. JJ is preparing for a statement with the press. Every woman in Nashville needs to know there is a serial killer on the loose. It's at the point where the public needs to know to be aware. JJ wants them to take preventive measures to avoid becoming the next victim.

While Landon thinks JJ should be specific as in certain hair colors, skin tones, eye colors, etc., JJ is adamant that every woman is aware of this. His first two victims might have been from the same social class but if the police department isolates victimology this soon, it may cause the unsub to go outside of his own comfort zone. It'll be even harder to track him then.

It's better to stress hypervigilance and shut his victim pool down while they still have a chance.

Melissa's house has a security system but her friends say she only used it when she traveled out of town. The only other kind of security she had was her dog, which he killed and stashed in the garage.

That was her first mistake. She had all the precautions to avoid home invasion but she didn't use them properly. Just like with the first crime scene, the unsub's fingerprints are everywhere in the house. It's like he didn't care if he left them behind or not, which usually means he's disorganized. However, the crime scene shows that he's organized in the way he puts the rose petals down and kills the dog.

There is no way these two women let him in willingly. He had to have waited for a while before working his way in forcibly. He left all these prints in the house because he knew that he wouldn't get caught, which meant his prints weren't in the system. If he isn't in the system, that means he has no priors, is very smart, and is likely educated. This guy knew exactly what he was doing and made sure he had enough time to do it.

He knew when she'd leave the house, when she returned, when she went to the grocery store, if she had friends and family over, and when she went to bed. He's stalking these women. If he didn't force himself into the house, then how did he get in?

The thing that confuses you is why the unsub cooked, cleaned, and left the petal trail. It has to mean something to the unsub because he's not just reliving a fantasy, he's repeating it. It's not only the same routine and the same meal he cooks, it's proper etiquette. In the second crime scene, there is a handprint on the back of one of the dining chairs which means he pulled the chair out for Melissa. He poured her wine, cooked for her, drew her a bath, and then she was dead.

What changed?

Sure Melissa was scared in the beginning but she had changes to escape. She figured if she wasn't in immediate danger, she could keep a calm head and figure a way out of this. However, as soon as he took her upstairs and into the bath, that's where she was most vulnerable. Fear takes over and she fights back, thus ending the fantasy.

Home is where people are supposed to feel safe. Nobody deserves to have that taken away.

You're hoping to see into the situation more by seeing the victims at the ME's office, so that's where you and Spencer head to as soon as you get off the plane. The medical examiner knows you're coming so she has both bodies on tables for you to examine. Even the dead have energies that you can feel, and you can feel how scared they were in their final moments no matter how long they've been dead.

You put gloves on and touch Melissa's hair to smooth it back even though there are no flyaways. The unsub did his best to take care of them, to uphold the fantasy of love. She tried to play along even though she was scared but when he took her upstairs, she fought back. That broke the fantasy and she killed her.

"The second she fought back, he killed her. Had she continued to play along, she might have lived long enough to escape," you say to Spencer.

"There are defensive wounds on both women. More so on the latest victim. She fought back the hardest." Spencer examines both bodies. "There are no ligature marks so they weren't bound. How does he keep them from running out?"

"He assaulted them initially to instill fear before playing into the fantasy," you answer your boyfriend.

"There's something else you should see," the medical examiner says. She grabs two papers and hands them over. "Both their stomach contents were the same. Chicken, broccoli, pasta, salad, and red wine."

"I told you. He's playing out a fantasy, one he has to control. When they fight back, it breaks it and he kills them."

There isn't much more you can grab from this place so Spencer hands the papers back to the ME and starts to leave the office. You take off your gloves and turn to Spencer but he is already walking out the door.

"Spencer," you call after him but he doesn't answer.

Okay, now you're getting annoyed. He doesn't say anything on the drive over to the police station or when he enters the building. The building has two entrances, one that leads to the outside and one that leads into the back offices. Spencer opens the door to enter the lobby but doesn't hold it open for you like he normally does.

"Spencer!" you say forcibly causing him to swiftly turn to face you.

"I just don't understand why you would keep me, of all people, away from you when you were in prison."

Okay, you're doing this now, apparently. Tears come to your eyes but you don't let them fall.

"I didn't want you to see me that way."

"Do better," he scoffs and walks further into the building.

You're left alone in the lobby with only your thoughts to keep you company. Knowing Spencer hates the situation you put him in brings you closer to the brink of a panic attack. You had them all the time in prison but you thought they'd stop once you got out. Your breathing picks up slightly and your heart beats faster.

Rossi sees you and decides to check on you. He walks into the lobby and touches your shoulder which grounds you. You take a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart before looking at him.

"Are you okay?"

"He hates me," you sigh.

"He doesn't hate you."

"Then he's still mad at me. I guess it beats him looking at me and seeing those bruises... seeing my pain."

"Give him time. He'll come around."

"I hope," you sigh.

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kittiwittebane · 1 year

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YALL I SWEAR- Rollerskates and Council members Part 2.

Ok, it is still tomorrow for me, idk about you time-zone different people. But yeah.

If I was too later for your time zone I apologise 😭

Anyways:

PROLOGUE

WARNING: ANGST AND ABUSE

An old man walked into the room of a young boy.

“WHAT IS THIS?” The old man screeched. The boy cowered in fear.

“My report card..” the boy said. The man growled.

“A B plus? What is this, a joke?!” The man yelled. The boy shook his head hesitantly.

“Uncle I can explain..” the boy replied. The man waited for his response.

“There’s this.. uh.. girl-“

“A GIRL? YOU HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO THINK ABOUT THAN A GIRL!!” The man lashed out at the boy, dragging a sharp object up his arm. The boy cried in pain.

“Uncle, I'm sorry it won't happen again!” The boy sobbed. The man scowled at the boy.

“Oh stop crying, crying is for the weak.” He growled, before leaving the boy with a gash in his arm and a first-aid kit that the boy himself had bought and hidden.

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Hunter was home, full of the chicken-bread Willow had given him.

Fuck, shes pretty. Hunter couldn't help but think. He knew he'd fallen, he’d fallen really quickly. It only took him one day to realise that he’d fallen for her.

(Help i am listening to teeth and it's stopping my brain from thinking because it's so good to vibe to.)

(Also I’m doing this in the middle of a class of some description that I should be paying attention to because people play games on the computers. We got them chromebooks and they’re probably not doing the work. But anyways- 💀)

Hunter sat on his bed quietly. All he could think about was Willow. He sighed, checking his watch. Nearly time for his bread and water meal. At least he could savour this round of stale bread because he was already full. He knew he’d better stop gushing over her school photo that he somehow acquired.

The door opened quietly and a plastic water bottle and three stale bits of bread were thrown at him. He stuffed the break in a box under his bed, and flopped down, bringing out her photo again. He sighed. She sounded so concerned after learning that he didn’t eat much on the weekend, and he wondered what she’d act like if he told her about his home life. He brought the bed sheet over himself and drifted softly to sleep.

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Willow got home very quickly, but spent her afternoon wondering about Hunter. He’d been so quick to defend his earlier statement of the fact he didn’t eat at home. Was it a lie?

Despite her concern, her dads cotived when she came out for dinner, her red face and floppy ears.

(In this story, floppy ears are gush/embarrassment.)

Gilbert had an idea of what was going on, but Harvey was clueless.

“Hey flower, what’s on your mind?” Gilbert asked. Willow snarled back to reality, facing her dad.

“Uh-“ Willow thought for a minute. Tell the truth or lie? Truth. “A boy.” She smiled, giggling in embarrassment. Gilbert snorted with laughter.

“A boy?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“What’s his name?” Gilbert asked. Willow knew he was just trying to pull information fro her, but she decided she was going to answer this time.

“Hunter.”

“What does he look like?”

Gilbert recalled the name. It was the name of the boy who wrote her up everyday for wearing things against the dress code, which he thought was unreasonable.

“He’s blonde.. with magenta eyes. He has a… sizeable nose.” She giggled. Gilbert loves listening to his daughter.

“Special to you, is he?” Gilbert asked. Willow faced dropped.

“Actually, I’m concerned for him. When we were talking, he slipped in speech and said he didn’t eat at home, but quickly corrected himself to not eating much at home.” She explained.

This sparked a thought of concern in Willow’s father. All he could produce is an ‘oh’, before leaving the conversation.

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“Willow, please this school needs to look good for the school that is playing here today.” Hunter whined as Willow absentmindedly tracked mud into the school.

“Oh- sorry Hunter.” Willow blushed and took her roller skates off. Hunter nearly gasped in surprise. She didn’t usually do this. Then surprising him even further, she had a cloth in her bag, and she wiped up the mud she had brought in.

“Oh… well that was different from you.” Hunter commented sweetly. Willow smiled.

“Anything, anytime.” She smiled. “You can talk to me about anything, you know.” She added. Hunter tipped his head to one side. That was a strange statement. Maybe he was overthinking it.

“Uh, thanks?” He replied to her. Something wasn’t right. This didn’t seem like her. Where was ‘rebellious roller skater that can do anything and you can’t stop me.’? He shook his thoughts away. Something wasn’t right but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Obviously, apart from the fact she wasn’t rebelling.

Well, he can’t focus on that right now can he? He had a school to keep clean.

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The next part will be MUCH more Huntlow focused than thought focused, promise.

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scummy-writes · 1 year

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Helpless Desires (ALT SCENE)

For the original, full length fic, click here. Please read that first for much needed context.

Rating: Explicit (mdni)

Parings: Gilbert/Reader

Tags from original: dubcon (this fic has consent, but those sensitive to dubcon themes may want to avoid), "forced" cumming inside, gagging, choking, biting, blood, fingering, rough sex, dacryphilia, oral, cum eating, obsessiveness, Gilbert being a creep

Since this is just a scrapped alt ending, this has been unbeta'd.

"Hah, you're a greedy little thing, aren't you? Just a taste, and you're begging like a slut." Those words make you squirm beneath him, a much tighter squeeze of your inner walls clamping around his cock, "are you cumming? Just from that?"

"Stop-" whining, you try to hide your face from him, that damned shame coming back to eat at you. But Gilbert doesn't have the patience, yanking your hair to let him watch as your orgasm overtakes you.

It's messy- you can't stop crying out as he continues to plunge his dick into your depths, harder and with an intensity that causes your hips to hit against the wood painfully. Tears form as he disregards how intensely your pleasure washes over you, that each time he slams into you, there's pain mixing in.

Instead, he's too focused on how your voice strains pathetically as you battle the white-hot shame of getting off on such a vile man's cock.

“Ahh, little rabbit, I’m going to cum-”

He would give anything to claim you as he wished. To have your cunt dripping with the overflow of his seed. But he can't risk you pregnant, not now.

When he pulls out, you unabashedly whine, trying to push back to have his warmth nestled in your inner walls again. Gilbert tsks, digging his nails into your asscheek as he stops you.

"Knees. Now."

Prying yourself off of the vanity was easier said than done, your body exhausted through how relentlessly he used your pussy. But you slip into position, letting Gilbert grasp your chin with no resistance.

Eyes focused on his cock, you don't seem to notice how obscene you look. Kneeling down before him as if in prayer, eyes hazed over with unrelenting need. You've wanted this nearly as much as he has.

His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, smiling when you obediently open your mouth as he guides his tip to your waiting lips, grinning once you mindlessly press a kiss to the head. A notion that would have been sweet, if he was a more patient man- if he was a much kinder man.

Once it’s clear you won’t have too much trouble taking him in, Gilbert heartlessly snaps his hips forward, shoving his dick in to the hilt. Tears spill as you gag on his cock, nose deep in his curls, but he threads his fingers through your hair, grip unwavering. His breath comes out short, cock twitching in your mouth as his seed spills down your throat.

A resurgence of his anger overtakes him, for just a moment. And in that moment he thrusts again, and again, enjoying the way your throat constricts, how your tears flow down your cheeks, makeup ruined. Your eyes meet his, silently pleading, but it isn't until his cock feels overstimulated that he pulls out, laughing breathlessly as you cough.

“You better catch your breath fast, little rabbit- we’re not quite finished yet.”

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kiss-my-freckle · 2 months

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Full Episode Commentary

2x14: Crying Wolf

I prefer Slater over Stevie, but okie.

This show does a lot of alternate meanings. Not just in dialogues, but in episode titles. Crying Wolf means raising a false alarm. It'd be like pulling the fire alarm when there is no fire. I'll show the "Crying Wolf" when I get there. Because this show has werewolves, we could've actually seen a wolf cry.

I see at least 5 dead bodies in this opening scene. That's how many werewolves Damon and Stefan dropped on a moment's notice. This is the torture episode, and if you haven't seen me say this before, know that I love it when people torture Damon. Understand that I'm not talking Whitmore torture, I'm talking characters like Bonnie and Mason, Rebekah and Jules. Damon's high tolerance for pain is fun to watch. It's nothing compared to Enzo's tolerance for pain, but it's good enough. Both can endure pain because of the Whitmores.

"We can't let them do that, even if we have to kill every last vampire in this town." Brady couldn't even survive Damon, he needed Jules to cover his ass. He's certainly not gonna survive Stefan. I mean, Stefan killed three werewolves before they even got the drop on him. "Uh, this has everything to do with that." Elena tells Stefan she wants to get as far away from Mystic Falls as possible. She's like Damon, she runs away from her problems. I think it's hilarious that Elena doesn't take him to the lake house for the sole purpose of a romantic getaway. She takes him to the lake house to run from her problems.

"And you're falling hard." Damon compels Andie. To be a distraction from Elena, he needs it to be as real as possible. He didn't do this with Caroline because he wasn't using her as a distraction. He only had one purpose with her, and she fulfilled it in 1x3 when Elena invited him into her house. I do think he was the same with the vamp-stuff, though. Like Andie, Caroline couldn't say that he bit her or drank her blood. Obviously, the last thing he'd want is for Caroline to tell her mother. "I want to know his endgame before I kill him, but I do think it's time Elijah and I officially met." Damon is lying to Alaric. He's totally gonna kill Eiljah at this tea party lol. Bonnie has a plan to find out the truth of Elijah's plan for the ritual, and she plans to get that truth from Luka. Caroline is digging a few holes. Matt knows she wasn't with Bonnie. In truth, she was recooperating from being tortured. If I were her, Matt would've been compelled to move on just like Isobel did with Alaric. That would be the kind thing to do.

"That's Elena Gilbert. I've known her my whole life." They pull Tyler into the mix and show him a photo of Katherine. They're basically using his standing in Mystic Falls to find the doppelganger in Mystic Falls. He's gonna realize who his friends are. They're talking about breaking the moon curse so that he doesn't have to turn at all, but fail to tell him Elena has to die to make that happen. Tyler just can't catch a break with people, for real. From Mason to Caroline to Brady, they can't stop lying to him. I don't know why Caroline is fighting this. She should compel Matt to move on. If she truly cared about him, she would. I mean, it's not like she's choosing to be honest with him. Tyler purposefully runs into Caroline to grab her phone, and does this so they can get a location on Elena. As much as I feel sorry for him, he also flip flops too much with his trust. He just had Caroline taken and tortured, now he's gonna put Elena's life at risk. "The two of you want to get together, fine, there's nothing I can do about it. But do me a favor, and both of you stop lying about it." Caroline is lying to them and to herself. That's why she's so hurt by Tyler's betrayal in the previous episode.

They do certain repeats with Delena, and the Gilbert lake house is one of them. I refuse to ignore the fact that she's planning to self-sacrifice, and Stefan has no idea. No one does road trips like Delena does road trips, but I do love Stefan's cherry red car.

Elena: You don't have to wait out there. I'm all good. Stefan: Oh, that's great because I'm, uh… I'm stuck.

Stefan needs to be invited into the lake house. Know what "stuck" means for Elena in 3x11.

"Oh, my god. You can't get in. Stefan, I can't. My parent's left this place to John Gilbert. He's the only one who can invite you in. I'm sorry. I - I completely forgot."

Elena is getting very good at this lying thing, which becomes a huge thing in seasons 3 and 4. Their kiss in the kitchen here, this is where their season 5 Markos vision comes in.

"Thanks for introducing us, Jenna." Damon is sweet to Jenna., and to be fair, she likely hooked them up to stop him from putting his paws on Elena lol

Caroline: She's giving him the sex smile. Jeremy: Alright, Caroline. I get it.

Jeremy's jealousy doesn't drive him like Stefan's does. He's actually quite chill about it all. It certainly doesn't take much with body language. You can tell by Caroline's that she knows about Jeremy's feelings for Bonnie. When you combine Elena's ability to lie to Stefan about the lake house invite with Caroline's body lanuage here with Jeremy's feelings for Bonnie, you basically have season 3 and season 4 Elena. Even though Elena lies about her feelings for Damon, it can be seen in her body language as well as everyone elses.

So it's made clear that Bonnie roofied the drink she handed to Luka, and it didn't take much to drop him. From what I saw, just one sip. "Do you ever think about us, what our future will be like, our memories?" Elena opened the box, the coffin because she plans to close it with her inside. Something to hold onto when she dies. Makes me wonder what she holds onto when she dies in 3x22. This part of her lake house trip should be remembered when she takes Damon because, unlike with Stefan, her and Damon are completely open with each other.

So I'm gonna dive into these initial scenes. Damon is working on the other side of Bonnie, trying to get information from Elijah just as Bonnie is trying to get information from Luka. The difference is real simple. Bonnie doesn't trust Elijah, so she doesn't trust Luka. Damon doesn't trust anyone, so he's going straight to the source. It should also be known that while Damon is afraid of Elijah, he refuses to give him his fear. He's all heart, all courage, and this is despite his knowing that Elijah could kill him in an instant.

The context of Elijah's comment makes this scene altogether funny to me. He has no idea who he's talking to. "I'm an Original. Show a little respect." He's basically speaking as a parental figure, as a father vampire, and demanding Damon's respect. Yeah, he doesn't know Damon.

Respect isn't given, it's earned. That's the difference between respect and dignity. Damon would no sooner respect Elijah than he'd respect his sperm donor of a father. That's why this scene is funny to me.

"Does Jenna know about your extracurricular activities? Maybe it's time we tell her." John is going after Alaric's relationship with Jenna because he's trying to kill Damon. He wants Alaric off his game. "You're a dick." lol… this is coming from Damon's friend. John pulls with Alaric and Jenna what Damon pulled with Stefan and Elena in the first season. It's their continued Katherine-Isobel parallel. Some of their Alaric parallels are for Damon and Katherine and some are for Stefan and Katherine. That's how most of their ship parallels work.

Stefan and Elena find a secret storage space in her parents' closet. This is how Damon would hide his humanity in his bedroom. That's why he has storage lockers. He keeps his cares hidden away. That's where Damon hides his tracking on Stefan in season 3... his closet. One could walk into Damon's bedroom and have no idea what he cares about. He hides those "cares" because they would be his weaknesses. He's basically protecting his friend in New York by hiding the photo of them in his storage locker.

"He is so crushing on you." lol… Caroline is trying to play matchmaker with Jeremy and Bonnie. Caroline can't begin to understand Delena if she can't begin to understand Bonnie's connection to Luka. Traitor or not, he understands her. Caroline says they're not in any position to judge because she's a vampire and Bonnie is a witch. As if not being a vampire and not being a witch would put them in the position to judge. At any rate, this sounds hilarious coming out of Caroline's mouth because that's all she does is judge their relationships. Like girl is only cool with her friends dating the boys she wants them to date. She's cool with Bonnie dating Jeremy because she tells her to, but she's not cool with Bonnie dating Ben or Shane. She's cool with Elena dating Stefan because she tells her to, but she's not cool with Elena dating Damon. And while she judges everyone else, she hates it when she herself gets judged. She judges so badly that Stefan has to confront her about it in season 5. "Caroline, how would you like to be judged solely based on what you're attracted to?" All the more hilarious because when he confronts her about it, she's judging Elena for being with Damon after she just slept with Klaus. That's how bad Caroline is.

Damon: Ooh. She's got spunk, huh? Alaric: Just don't kill her, please.

That's one of the things Damon likes about Elena. Her spunk. This is now the second time Alaric died with the Gilbert ring on. I think he dies like twice more before he starts going mad on it. 3x4 with Damon and 3x10 to save Jeremy.

"Whew! Damn, you're strong. It took the whole syringe." Damon is strong, but he's not the stronger brother. This scene is like 1x5, "I'm stronger than you think." That's why he escaped the cellar. He's strong af. Even more so in the fact that they've been building their tolerance to vervain. I don't consider Damon power hungry like Klaus. He's fine being a regular vampire, but he wants to be as strong as he can be as a vampire… if that makes sense. That's why he's building his tolerance to vervain. It's all about survival for him.

Elena finds more of Johnathon Gilbert's journals. An entire season for her to read about how Stefan is a bigger monster than Damon. And it'll take another season for her to accept that truth. Yes, Stefan has her that blind. "I always knew you were lax with them, but I didn't think you were negligent." I hate to say it, but John is spot-on with Jenna. If she weren't the least bit, she'd already know Elena is dating a vampire. I mean, the woman has never been compelled. "He's a liar, Jenna. Did he ever tell you what happened to his wife?" I hate how blind she is to everything going on. However, John is completely alienating the entire team that's protecting Elena, at a time when he should be using them. Damon, Stefan, Alaric. These are wars he could've started after the ritual. John is literally diggng his own grave.

"And that ring that Isobel gave you, that's mine. I'm gonna want that back." The audience already knows that Alaric has a Gilbert ring and he's wearing it. Here, they're showing Damon's concern for his friend. They want you to know he's purposefully looking for that Gilbert ring to make sure his friend is wearing it. The one thing he didn't know when he killed Jeremy in 2x1, so you see how his character shifts ever so slightly as the episodes move along.

A high tolerance for pain. Not as high as Enzo's, but good enough to make me laugh while they try to torture him for information. A true torturer would know their victim, and they clearly don't know Damon. If they did, they would've kept Alaric alive and used him to torture Damon. Damon is literally laughing at Jules here, and this is despite knowing they can cause him more pain with just one pull. That's why his torture scenes are fun to watch. He endures them because they have no idea how to torture him. Rebekah is the only one that comes close.

Damon doesn't just laugh in Jules' face. He uses Mason's death to taunt them. Again, he does this despite knowing they can cause him more pain with just one pull. "Let me tell you how this is gonna go: You're gonna torture me, I don't talk, someone loses a heart." Damon is telling it like it is. And as I've said many times before, most of their foreshadows sit with his character. Someone will lose a heart.

Just look at the way he endures it, the way he fangs in response. "Actually, it seems that dog has slipped its collar." Damon can handle a great deal of pain, but this… I felt it was the right time to mention Sybil's comment. They have a dog theme in the show.

Some episodes end opposite the open, so you get neck spikes with Damon and Elijah. Elena really thought she could keep this ritual secret. Jeremy, Caroline, and Bonnie are flipping their lids. Lukas just told them that Elijah's deal requires Elena die. Brady shoots Stefan with a wooden bullet. He has Tyler guarding him with the gun and a stake while he goes after Elena. I swear, some of these characters don't think. This was Brady's single mistake. Elena would trust Tyler before she'd trust him. I mean, why the hell would this girl trust Brady when he's at her family's cabin in the middle of nowhere and shouldn't have any clue as to its location? And Stefan would be screwed out of an escape with Brady because he doesn't give a shit about Elena, but Tyler does. I mean, Tyler just got done telling them that he's known Elena his entire life, you really think he's gonna let you kill Elena? lol... if I were Brady, I would've guarded Stefan and had Tyler get his hands on Elena. That would've been the smarter move.

"In order to break the curse, Elena has to die." Tyler's face lol. Any one of Elena's friends would suffer the pain of breaking their bones every full moon just to keep her alive. Tyler is no exception. Brady doesn't need an invite. He's a werewolf. Unfortunately for him, Elena has the home field advantage. More so with that recently discovered closet full of goodies. lol… Elena stabs Brady in the gut, then gets him in her closet full of goodies. This girl is taking on a werewolf by herself lol. "I just… I don't want to be like this anymore." I can list a lot of reasons to love Elena. Her understanding is at the top of my list.

Damon and Elena are written opposite each other in their strengths and weaknesses in such a way that they complete each other. Just thought I should mention that while I'm here.

"Get over it, honey. You're never gonna get it." I can't stop laughing at Damon because Jules has no idea who she's torturing. She's talking to him about how buckshots work. He's like… And?

I also love his reaction when Elijah walks in.

"Let me tell you how this is gonna go: You're gonna torture me, I don't talk, someone loses a heart." Three hearts gone in an instant. Jules takes off running, she doesn't feel like dying tonight lol. Stevie tries to hide in his jacket, which is hilarious af. Elijah severs his spine without decapitation.

There's something insanely sexy about Elijah pulling those chains off Damon. "So you realize this is the third time I've saved your life now?" Elijah underestimates Damon. I'm not saying Damon wants to die because he doesn't, but when he gets himself into situations such as this one, he is prepared to die. Elijah won't see Damon until he walks in to see the Salvatores fighting. That's when he knows he'll have to kill Damon to kill Elena.

"I know the deal I made, Stefan. Elijah's very careful with his words. He promised to protect my friends. He never said a word about me." Bonnie called Damon to inform him, then Damon called Stefan to inform him. Elena knows how real this is because of Rose and Trevor.

"Elena, how… how could you stand out there earlier with me, talking about making plans for our future when you don't even expect to have one?"

Because she didn't expect to have one. She wanted something to hold onto when she died. It's kinda like Bonnie lying to Jeremy, then calling him as she's about to die with Damon. It's hilarious to me that Stefan expected more from Elena when their entire relationship has been a dishonest one. They lie to each other, and constantly. "No. What you're doing is you're being a martyr." This is Stefan's problem in season 3, and the reason he loses Elena. He thinks he's keeping her safe, but he's not. As Damon clearly and honestly states, he's being an insufferable martyr. "Because I've already lived. 162 years I have lived, and you've barely begun. And now you want to let yourself get killed? That's not heroic. It's tragic." This line of dilogue is perfectly suited for Damon in the series finale. The difference between living and existing, thus, the difference between Stefan and Damon.

I also think it's hilarious that they basically shat on every conversation Stelena had about the future.

"You think I'm hot?" Like Damon and Elena and his most attractive look, Bonnie thinks Jeremy is hot. I hate this ship, but I'm happy that they're happy. Tyler is saying his goodbyes. This is the perfect time for him to break from the group to learn more about himself, and I do like Jules. It was always about Tyler for her, and I think that's why I like her more than I like Mason. I love Tyler's moment of honesty with Matt. Perfect for a love triangle, and something you don't see with Stefan. In fact, Tyler's moment of honesty with Matt is every bit Damon's honesty about Stefan.

"No more lies." Jules is gonna have one hell of a crash. She just lost another 5 werewolves all because of a lie Klaus spun for the sake of triggering his werewolf gene. All she has is Tyler. Given how they're written, I'm thinking Mason was the leader of their pack. Not saying he was, but that's my guess.

As I said before, some episodes end opposite the open. That's what they did with the alternate meaning of the title, Crying Wolf.

Stevie: They're putting everything in place to break the curse. Stefan: No. I swear to you. We don't want to break the curse, Tyler. We don't want to do that.

The false alarm of the episode.

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Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Five

Teshteal: *notices the jealous ferret* Someone's a little grumpy pants. *opens Gilbert's cage and picks up the annoyed noodle. Playfully wiggles him back and forth* Hello mister grumpy noodle.

Gilbert: (A very jealous wiggly noodle, his eyes are completely focused on his Joyce as he licks his nose and shoots the two puppies the stink eye. The heck is she doing holding two little sausages that just cry, eat, and poop everywhere all day?!? Obviously he’s the better and the finest of the squiggly bunch, he’s the one who’s always been there for Joyce when she was having a difficult day and crying. It should be him cuddling her right now!!)

Joyce: (Too busy with the two little puppies to notice that her pet ferret is envious that she’s giving other creatures attention instead of holding him)

Nick: *nods and picks her up, gently supporting her from the backs of her thighs like he's holding a toddler* It's alright. I'm here.

Jasmine: (Wraps her arms tightly around her Dads neck and clings to him once again like a baby koala with a pitiful whimper. She opens her mouth to tell him about her horrible nightmares and the terror she felt from it and his sudden disappearance, but quickly closes her eyes instead as she hides her face in the crook of his neck and trembles)

Ma: (Sits up from the bed now that’s she no longer has to hold Jas, taking another tissue to wipe the waterworks from the teen off her before buttoning up her nightdress) “I’m afraid she had several nightmares that kept her up, it was a bit difficult to keep her calm throughout the night.” (Gives the girl a somber look as she stands)

Nick: *somberly* That's been the norm around here lately. *rubs the small of her back* Wish there was something I could do to make them go away.

Teshteal: *catches the look* Oh, you're a jealous noodle! Jealous little baby boy! *to Joyce* I think your son wants your attention.

Joyce: (Looks up from the bed, smirking at the two) “Ah, someone has let the green eyed monster take control. Well then, he’s gonna hate me later when-... EW-! STOP!” (Swats at her face when the puppies both jump up to lick the inside of her mouth when she speaks, sputtering and spitting into her arm) “That’s disgusting!” (Rises from the bed and runs out of the room to go wash her mouth in the bathroom) “I'll be right back!”

Puppies: (Try to follow her but are too afraid to jump off the bed so they just wiggle their little butts while yapping after her)

Teshteal: *jumps when Joyce yells at the puppies. He holds Gilbert close to his chest protectively and just stares at the door, every sense on high alert*

Jasmine: (Nuzzles as close as she can to her father, focusing the gentleness of his rubs as she sniffles)

Ma: “Mhm, not much of a surprise there. PTSD induced nightmares can be tricky to work through, especially with extreme cases such as hers.” (Leans down to grab Jasmine’s dress from off the floor) “Any idea why she decided to take this off? I figured it was because she was hot, but she refused when I offered to get a lighter set of pajamas.” (Airs it out, walking over to hang it up on he clothes rack she brought in next to the other coats and shirts she had washed and ironed)

Nick: I'm not sure. She has a tendency to deny herself nice things. Must be another symptom of her condition.

Gardio: Alright. After I connect this wire, I need you to stay as still as possible so I can install your new armor correctly.

Lucille: *nods* Okay!

Gardio: *connects the wire to her hand, soldering it in place*

Lucille: *eyes widen at the feeling of having a properly working arm again. If she concentrates she can get the blade to pop out just just above the wrist at the back* It works!

Gardio: Yes, and now for the armor. Retract your blade, please? *holds a piece of plating up with a slot cut into the side*

Lucille: *closes her eyes and gets her blade to go back into her arm*

Ma: “That sounds about accurate to how she acted prewar times, but that was usually for the benefit of one of her friends or siblings.” (Reaches into the mini fridge below the nightstand and pulls out one of the baby bottles with water, placing it on top just in case)

Jasmine: (Coughs and then chokes on a sob, clawing at Nicks shirt as she tightens her grip on him)

Ma: (Starts freshening up the room by opening the blinds to let some sunlight in and picking up anything that was dropped on the floor)

Gilbert: (Very confused noodle baby as to why he’s being held so tightly by the random guy who now faintly smells like his Joyce, but whatever…)

Joyce: (Quickly washes out her mouth in the sink then runs back into her room, trying to keep a serious face while glaring at the two puppies) “We need to work on boundaries…”

Puppies: (Toppling over each other on the bed, their little tails wagging even faster when they see she returns)

Joyce: (Can’t keep a straight face and she starts laughing again, not noticing her boyfriends expression)

Teshteal: *scooting back further on the bed with Gilbert still held tightly to his chest. He keeps staring at Joyce warily. He wraps his tail around himself*

Joyce: (Walks over to pet the two sausage babies, looking up and finally noticing Teshteal backing away and his expression. Her smile disappears and her face gets riddled with worry as she steps back towards the door) “Oh, what’s wrong…?”

Gardio: *starts fastening the armor to her arm and hand with pliers and bolts*

Nick: *pats her back sweetly* It's alright, kiddo...

Jasmine: (Shifts and whines with discomfort and fear from her nightmare and the pain from her wounds, the tears dripping down her face dampening Nicks shirt)

Ma: (To Nick as she pulls out another box of tissues) “Detective Chapel was kind enough to hold her while I briefly went downstairs to get somethings done. He did a wonderful job at keeping Rosie calm.” (Rubs her hands together) “I ought to go check up on everyone and get started with the day, do you need anything before I go? I’m sure Donny will be here soon.”

Nick: *sits in the rocking chair, dabbing away more of Jas's tears with tissues* If you have some more formula, I'm sure Rosie could use a meal. Otherwise, just keep that old lullaby playing. *kind smile at the older woman. He's not at all surprised at Gardio being able to keep her calm. The man was a big softy to any kid that was brought in to the station for safe keeping after a nasty domestic disturbance*

Jasmine: (Whines in complaint when she hears about the baby bottle again, hiding her face away in Nicks shoulder while refusing to be cradled like an infant as she clings to him)

Ma: (Nods and pulls out the baby formula bottle she had made the previous night and hands it to Nick, patting Jas’s back) “Here you go, Dad. Your little one needs all the nutrients she can get if she wants to feel better.” (Warmly smiles back at the two)

Jasmine: (Huffs in response, biting down on her tongue)

Ma: (Frowns at the girls stubbornness, remembering how she struggled in her sleep) “Maybe give Rosie some time to wind down first before feeding her.”

Nick: I think you're right. *sets the bottle aside for now*

Teshteal: *blinks, trying to reorient himself. Simply but quietly* You yelled.

Joyce: (Presses back against the door) “Not at you, at the dogs. And I meant it in a playful sense...” (Clasps her hands together, tucking her hair behind her ears nervously) “I’m sorry if I scared you...”

Teshteal: *realizes how nervous she is and gets off the bed. He walks over, still holding Gilbert to his chest* I'm sorry... It's me. I'm a jumpy hypervigilant mess that gets scared at even the most playful yells. It's a wonder I've lived this long being this scared.

Joyce: (Looks her boyfriend over with worried eyes, nodding her head after a moment and relaxes) “I was jumpy at first too when I first left the Institute…” (Reaches over to scratch Gilbert’s fuzzy head) “It’s okay, it takes some time to adjust.”

Gardio: *getting the tiny bits of fingercasing is difficult because it's so small. His hands may have less mass now but they're still pretty large*

Lucille: *has a smaller hand so she has to help him with attaching things.

Pirate: (Stretches out on the bed next to Donny in his room with a loud puppy yawn, forcing him further against the wall)

Donovan: (Mumbles with annoyance in his sleep, shifting to a more comfortable position while remaining pillowless)

Ma: (Gives them both a nod before leaving the room, heading into the attic to check on her other guests. She quietly stands at the top of the stairway with a small smile, not wanting to disturb the father and daughter working together)

Jasmine: (Whimpers and sniffles at her previous night terrors, feeling sicker and weaker by the minute as the repeating words drill into her head. She suddenly lifts her head so she can look directly at Nick, keeping her arms around him. She stares at the old synth while remaining silent and expressionless, her head tilted to one side inquisitively like she’s trying to read him. Or perhaps she’s trying to make a gateway straight into his soul with her haunting doll eyes that give a crystal clear view into her own tormented soul)

Nick: *catches that look and gives her a kind reassuring smile* I'm here, doll. I'm here. *gently strokes her hair with his good hand* Love ya, kiddo.

Gardio and Lucille: *both too focused on their work to notice Ma.*

Lucille: You've gotten pretty good at robot modifications, Dad. And here I thought you only knew how to fix cars.

Gardio: Cars aren't all that different under the hood, sweety. Besides, you built that centry bot and robot build station in less than a few hours. I don't think you realize how impressive that is.

Lucille: *rolls her eyes* Please. That's nothing. Factories built robots in seconds-

Gardio: It usually took a skilled robot expert an entire day to cobble a protectron together back in the day.

Lucille: They were able to take their time, too. I don't have that luxury, Dad.

Teshteal: I don't know... it's been over a hundred years and I'm only just now feeling "normal."

Joyce: (Thinks it over with herself, trying to come up with the right words) “Well... How long have you been in good living conditions? That plays a big role in how you heal from trauma...”

Gilbert: (Wiggles in Teshteal’s arms, trying to reach for his Joyce now that she’s close. Obviously she’s upset about something, so now he’s needed as an emotional support raccoon scarf)

Ma: (Quietly leaves and heads into her sons room, carefully peeking her head in. She crosses her arms when she sees his current sleeping situation that can’t be too comfy) “Pirate.”

Pirate: (Lazily lifts her head with a low woof, like she’s responding to Ma with a “what” like she isn’t taking up all the bed space along with most of the blanket and pillow)

Ma: (Shoos Pirate off the bed, tenderly lifting up Donny and sets him down on the center of his bed on his pillow. She drapes the blanket back over him, tucking it in snuggly)

Jasmine: (Gets a little glimmer in her dead, dull eyes that are still dripping tears as she raises her hand to gently run her fingers down the side of Nick's cheek and neck, feeling the rough out texture of what makes up his skin. Her eyes slowly glaze over the cracks and wear and tear on the synthetic skin on his face and neck, blinking at the missing patches that expose his metal skeleton and the wires that run through his body. She’s not looking at him with judgment or with disgust, more with childlike curiosity than anything if one can even read her true emotions through her almost soulless deadpan expression)

Nick: *not changing his facial expression as she explores his face. His joints in his jaw can get pretty pinchy*

Gardio: *sighs defeatedly* I just think you're very good at what you do, sweetheart. Even if you don't think so. *pauses to pet her head*

Teshteal: *lets the noodle go to his owner so he can do his job* A day or so... I wandered a lot for most of my life then I lived in a dumpster next to my childhood home. It was cozy but it was also kind of... dirty.

Gilbert: (Immediately snuggles under his Joyce’s neck when he’s handed to her, sniffing her over to check that she’s alright)

Joyce: (Holds her fuzzy scarf close, listening to her boyfriend speak with more worry glistening in her eyes when she hears that he’s only been living “normally” for a day) “And you were alone out there….” (Reaches out to take his hand)

Teshteal: *doesn't stops her but his grip isn't tight. He's lost in his thoughts again* Yes... not that anyone would want me around. I'm too annoying and stupid. Everyone leaves or gets sick of me eventually.

Jasmine: (After a moment she takes Nick’s exposed metal hand in one of hers while keeping the other on his cheek, running her fingers over the frame of his palm and up his forearm where the skin had probably been torn off long before she showed up, blinking in thought. Next she takes his covered hand and intertwines her much smaller and softer fingers with his, holding them up slightly. She stares at their joined hands and the one on his face with a tilted head like she’s examining the vast contrast of his palish white skin and her warmer golden honey tone)

Nick: *gently nods at her holding his hands*

Jasmine: (Releases his hand and goes back to feeling his face and neck with both of her hands, tilting her head to the other side as her inquisitive eyes study the largest tears in his neck and forehead. She carefully traces her fingers over them, lightly brushing over his metal skull and jaw and the missing patches in his neck. If she was fully aware of what she was doing or even where she was, she’d apologize because she just started touching Nicks face and neck while staring intently at him out of the blue without at least asking first. But she doesn’t look a bit ashamed as she takes in a full profile of Nicks unique features, still just full of childlike curiosity but she’s not saying anything as her brain defaults to the basics of what she knows. It was another thing the vault taught her, to not ask questions, especially when you could figure out the answers for yourself. Better that everyone think you know nothing when you in fact know everything)

Joyce: (Gently squeezes his hand, looking at him with the most caring and sweet eyes) “Hey... I promise I’ll never just leave you like that. That's just horrible...” (Moves to pull him in close so she can comfort him)

Teshteal: You haven't seen me at my most insufferable. You'll see why people abandon me.

Lucille: *still helping her dad with her hand*

Nick: *wondering why she's doing this* You act like you've never seen my face before. We both know that's not true.

Jasmine: (Looks directly into his eyes as she slowly blinks without answering, her hand on his neck moving down to take his good hand once more and lock their fingers together. She leans forwards to affectionately press her forehead against Nick’s while her thumb strokes his cheek, her hand squeezing his as she closes her eyes) (Quietly and hoarsely) “Dad.” (Says it like she’s knighting him a title despite having calling him her father for the past few days out loud and even longer in her own head)

Joyce: (Puts her arm around her boyfriends shoulder, setting down Gilbert on the bed so she can cup his cheek and lift his face to her) "Teshteal, love..."

Gilbert: (Offended that he was just tossed onto the bed like nothing, his mouth dropping open. He tries to jump and make a fuss about it but he gets attacked by two mini sausages who see him as a loooong version of themselves)

Teshteal: *his sad, doubtful, and fearful eyes glisten with tears as he looks up at her beautiful face. How can she possibly love an unlovable monster like him?*

Nick: *that worries him but he's not showing it. Reassuringly* I'm here, doll...

Jasmine: (New tears well up in her eyes as her bottom lip trembles, her face briefly filling with pain and fear from her thoughts, but gets followed by recognition and deep fondness for her father. She lets go of his hand just so that she can wrap both of her arms tightly around Nick and hide her face in the crook of his neck) “Daddy…” (Just needed to cement who he was to her in her own fractured mind, make sure she doesn’t go on and rewrite him as anything less. Since she has no grip on reality, he's really the only person keeping her in it right now)

Joyce: (Slowly starts rubbing his shoulder, her emerald eyes sparkling with adoration) “If I can’t love you when you are at your worst, then I can’t say I truly care about you at all...”

Gilbert: (Squeaks in annoyance as he’s trampled and overwhelmed with puppy feet and kisses)

Teshteal: *a tear falls from his eyes. Voices scream that he doesn't deserve this kindness. This pure acceptance. That he's lucky Gardio himself put up with him before the war. He'll mess this up. He always does. She doesn't deserve that-*

Nick: *rubs circles in her back gently* It's okay, kiddo...

Jasmine: (Her mind blares and shrieks louder and adds more haze to her vision, but she just cuddles up closer with a small whimper. She then carefully rearranges herself so she’s cradled in Nick’s lap like a baby with her arms still around him, nuzzling back up against his chest with a small hum of content at the familiar scent of cigarette along with the sound of his inner machinery whirling. All signs that she is in the warm safety that is Dad)

Ma: (Downstairs warming herself some breakfast, frowning when she remembers that the med room is probably bloody again and is in need of cleaning along with the top of the lighthouse. They’ll have to replace the glass up there, which means ordering new ones from the main farm unless they can find some all the way out here)

Joyce: (Wipes the tear of his face) “And I mean it. I care about you as you are, Teshteal. Flaws and all.” (Opens her arms wide to offer a full hug with a gentle and warm smile) “Come here, if it’ll make you feel better…”

Teshteal: *carefully and shyly approaches to give his girlfriend a hug. Whispers* I always ruin good things... it's only a matter of time... *rests his head on her shoulder nervously*

Joyce: (Encases Teshteal in a tight embrace, slowly rubbing the back of his head and neck as she sways from side to side) “And what could you possibly do to ruin this? I already said I love you as you are, so what could change that?”

Gilbert: (Squeaks in annoyance on the bed, shooting daggers at the puppies that are keeping him from running back to his Joyce)

Puppies: (Have no clue that the strange noodle dog finds them ti be a nuisance, they just wanna play)

Nick: *just keeps reassuringly rubbing her back and shoulders to calm her down*

Jasmine: (Sniffles on some tears, briefly turning away from her Dad to cough in her arm before she returns to cuddling as close to him as she can. She would hide in his coat if he was wearing one to help her feel closer and more secure, but she instead just grips onto his shirt while taking deep breaths)

Teshteal: You have no idea what kind of monster they were turning me into... You saw those mutants. I barely broke a sweat. It only takes one specific word to make me snap and mindlessly kill every last living thing within a 100-mile radius. *closes his eyes tearfully* I was made to infiltrate, torture, and kill. All it would take is for someone to say the right word in the right way for me to hurt you. *grips her shirt tightly* You're making a deal with the devil by choosing to love me.

Joyce: (Gently tilts her boyfriends face so he’s looking up at her, her emerald green eyes staring back at him thoughtfully) “But I know why you killed those mutants, it wasn’t for your own personal gain. And if you were to ever hurt me, I know it would never be on purpose. So what kind of monster are you guilty of being?”

Nick: *nods. Softly* Easy, doll... easy...

Jasmine: (Shifts uncomfortably, then raises her head to look at Nick with teary eyes. She makes the “T” sign and twists her hand side to side to sign that she needs to use the bathroom)

Nick: *nods* Alright. Read you loud and clear. *stands and takes her to the bathroom. He leaves the door gapped so he can keep an eye on her without invading her privacy*

Teshteal: *sniffs* The kind that finds joy in the kill. I do enjoy it in a sick sense. There's a... a rush. Raiders used to enjoy throwing me against feral ghouls and all sorts of things they could fight... including other people. And I loved every second of it until I realized what exactly I had done. You shouldn't trust me. *quietly* No one should...

Joyce: (Lightly taps the bottom of his chin) “I’ll be honest, I have a hard time believing that you really enjoyed that… Not after I’ve seen how kindhearted you are. And you say that you eventually realized what you were doing and stopped? That’s better than continuing killing…”

Jasmine: (Leans on the sink for balance and catches a warm sun beam on her face from the window above, making her stop with wide eyes. She feels a prickle on her skin that almost feels like a light buzzing massage, wheels turning in her head when it registers what this is and her mind muffles out everything else. She quickly uses the toilet and washes her hands, then snatches a towel from under the sink and wraps it over her shoulders to cover up as she carefully climbs out of the window and up onto the roof without making much noise, being small and nimble enough to do so and devoted hard enough to reach the sunlight that it becomes her primary goal, which means she temporarily forgets about her previous fears about being separated from Nick and the pain from her wounds)

Lucille: *testing her dexterity in her newly modified arm and hand* Wow. Nick would barely recognize his old arm. *making her hand into a first* You did good, Dad.

Gardio: *proud smile* Wouldn't have been able to do it without you...

Nick: You good in there? *checks and notices the window's open. Wordlessly rushes to it and looks outside to find her. He turns and leans his back out of the window to look up and catches a brief glimps of her feet* What is she doing up there? *climbs out himself*

Jasmine: (Doing her best to only let her knees, feet, and hands touch the dirty roof as she crawls to get away from the ledge, hissing through her teeth with the pain moving brings. She looks around and finds that a platform with a staircase that leads back to the ground was added to the top of the roof, her first though being that it’s a lookout point but then she sees that a double reclining sun lounger has been placed on the platform, making a nice place to relax and enjoy the breeze or the sun)

Nick: *from afar, but he's raised the volume of his voice so she can hear* Decided to get some fresh air, hm? Why didn't you just say so? *isn't all to opposed to her climbing on the roof- she's pulled more dangerous skits than this. Besides if it isn't hurting her, then why should he stop her*

Teshteal: ...I only stopped when they were dead. *wants her to realize just who she's holding. A monster. A demon. A bloodthirsty beast.*

Joyce: (Still swaying him lovingly side to side as she starts to pet his hair again to comfort him) “And how did you feel about that after it happened? Has it changed to how you feel now?”

Ma: (Finished her food and is cleaning the med room once again, scrubbing away any blood that was dribbled onto the floor or on the cot)

Jasmine: (Snaps out of it at the sound of Nick's voice and stops crawling, turning around to face him. She sits on her knees while she blinks to process her commanding thoughts that had almost completely taken a hold without her noticing. She points to the sun, then to the platform with lounge chair to try and help express and sort her jumbled mind) “…..…” (Suddenly whimpers loudly as she holds out her arms to her Dad to be picked up when it hits her that she is currently in extreme pain because of her wounds and at the fact that she's outside while only in her undies and a towel that's draped around her shoulders. A very stupid decision on her part, but she wanted to bask in the sunshine)

Nick: Okay, Rosie. *nods and scoops her up. He takes her to the lounge chairs and holds her in his lap so she can enjoy the sunlight*

Jasmine: (Raises her face to the warm sun, humming softly as she relaxes in her Dads arms completely and the fear melts away. It’s warm out today, winter finally kicking the bucket and letting spring arrive. She ends up tossing aside the towel so she can feel more of the suns rays on her, although she’s still covered in bandages)

Teshteal: I felt like I was some uncontrollable beast and now I'm not sure if it's even safe to be close to people...

Joyce: (Frowns a little) “But everybody needs somebody in their life… Besides, you seem pretty tame to me. If you were so uncontrollable, would you have hurt the girl for attacking Donny upstairs? For putting me in danger?”

Teshteal: Not necessarily for hurting him- but if the circumstances were right, the programming might push me to do so since she's a higher ranked soldier. Even though we're safeguarding each other.

Joyce: (Blinks a little in confusion) “I’m sorry, I’m a little lost. Higher rank…? Safeguarding? And higher ranked soldier? She’s a little girl.”

Nick: *glad this is soothing her. It is pretty nice out for a change*

Jasmine: (Starts peeling off her bandages around her waist and chest, working a little too harshly as she’s done in the past because she can’t really coordinate her motor skills properly. Her wounds are still aching like mad and some are even still bleeding a little when she moves)

Teshteal: That vault made soldiers out of anyone who had potential. The best ones were ranked highest but even that life was torturous. It only proved how physically capable you were of taking someone else's life. They tried to condition us to be predispositioned to want to kill each other. So... if it weren't for the fact we're free of them and that we've decided to safeguard each other, one of us would be dead by now.

Joyce: (Eyes widen even more and she clutches Teshteal tighter) “But you don’t actually want to kill her even if you’re conditioned to, you saved her. And she doesn’t want to kill you either…”

Nick: *grabs her hands to stop her* I don't know why you want to peel these off so badly this time, but you need to stop.

Jasmine: (Whines in complaint like a toddler, shaking her head vigorously but she doesn’t struggle like usual. She tries to point to the sun while her hands are restrained, then at the cuts on her body like she’s trying to say there’s a connection between the two)

Nick: *wonders if the sun helps heal her wounds* Alright. But you're gonna have to let me take them off for you. I'm worried you might make the wounds worse. *starts gently removing the bandages* Just don't start clawing at yourself, alright?

Jasmine: (Nods and calms down, putting down her hands to let him take off the bandages. She stares up at Nick with childlike eye, keeping her focus on him so she doesn’t see the words she carved into her own skin)

Teshteal: I can't say if she doesn't want me dead but I certainly don't want her to die. *sadly* If our programming overrides our want to protect each other then I can't say either of us are safe.

Joyce: (Pulls back slightly to look at her boyfriend) “…Have you discussed this with the rest of your group? What to do if things get out of hand?” (Takes a deep breath) “And can she actually kill you if she wanted…?”

Teshteal: Nick has the code words- he's one of the ones with authority over both of us. I assume he can stop us if things get out of hand. *quietly* I haven't told Dio, yet... but I don't think he needs to know. *even quieter as he looks away from Joyce, remembering how inferior he is to Jas* Nick might not be fast enough to use them if she tries to kill me. I'll probably die first...

Nick: *very carefully removes the bandages for her, revealing the wounds to the sun*

Jasmine: (Sighs with relief when the bandages are finally gone, she felt like a mummy with all of them tightly wrapped around her. A very uncomfortable and restricted mummy. She stretches out with an adorable sleepy kitten yawn, slowly running her hands over herself as she hums sweetly again at the sunbeams hitting her terribly marred skin. Pretty soon, the prickling that she felt on her face starts to spread to wherever areas are under direct sunlight, a sign that her boosted healing enhancements are starting to work)

Joyce: (Squeezes his hand, again remembering how Jasmine had fought Donny and had the upper hand even when she was horribly injured, and her brother had said she wasn’t trying to hurt him. It frightens her a little to think that the girl is capable of doing more) “…That “might” doesn’t sound like something we can just leave hanging in the air. Not if safety is a concern.” (Gently cups Teshteals face, deep concern in her eyes)

Teshteal: You don't understand... there's nothing that CAN be done once she's targeting you that way. If she can't control herself and goes in for the kill, no one can stop her. It's a lost cause, either way.

Joyce: (Almost fearfully) “There has to be something...”

Nick: There. Better? *small smile down at the teen*

Jasmine: (Nods her head as she continues to stretch out, her eyes sparkling a little. She doesn’t normally use this method of healing as it requires her to strip down to her underwear or the equivalent of a two piece bathing suit then lay outside completely exposed in direct sunlight. Considering she’s normally dressed in layers and doesn’t even like removing her jacket when outside or in the presence of others, this usually would send splitting alarm bells in her head. Besides, why would she want to heal wounds that she purposely made to bring her relieving pain. But right now she has Dad watching over her and no one can see her up here unless they climb a tree so she feels completely safe, and she feels a little more compelled to heal her wounds this time around)

Ma: (Wonders if Nick would like to give his daughter some bone broth, its highly nutritious and should be easy on the girls stomach. She heads back to the guestroom to ask, finding them both gone. Puzzled she starts searching the house, checking everywhere except Joyce's room. When she finds no sign of them she heads into the attic and taps on the wall) “Do either of you two happen to know where Detective Valentine went? Both him and Rosalinda are missing from the room.”

@lucilleandherrobots

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout roleplay #fallout role play #nick valentine #dogmeat #fallout original character #fallout oc

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knowltonsrangers · 1 year

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forget. forgot. forgo.

Lafayette x reader

Every other movement or so, the rusted chains would rattle, and the hinges would creak above you. The saddle seat was extremely uncomfortable, yet, you couldn’t stop your own feet from dragging across the mulch, propelling you forwards, then backwards.

A notion crosses your mind that you probably should start heading back home, the grey clouds rolling overhead, just across the newly darkened horizon.

After a few good deep breaths, you go to stand, when a set of hands overlap yours, engulfing them and forcing them to the cold chain. You gasp, ready to scream, when you catch glimpse of the man above you, teary eyes blinking wildly as your heart finally stops beating so fast.

“I figured I would find you here.”

You heartbeat slows considerably.

“But, I am sorry, I did not mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay, I was just about to head home. I didn’t intend to be out here for so long.”

Gilbert’s hands are warm, and you suddenly realize just how much your own were shaking in his hold.

“Do you mind if I join you? Just for a few moments.”

You pull your gaze away, now fixated on the ground, mumbling a ‘yes’, before the man pulls away, and moves to sit on the swing next to you.

He looks a bit ridiculous, making your lips twitch into a ghost of a smile. Lafayette finally settles on the seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he crosses his ankles.

“I was worried about you, y/n.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I really did lose track of time,“

He sighs.

“None of this is good for you.”

“What’s not good for me?”

“Wanting to be alone when you feel like this.”

“I’m used to it.”

Lafayette sighs once more, a hand coming to pull the sleeve of his jacket down just a bit.

“I am here now. I hope you know that I would listen for hours if you needed it.”

“I do know. Thank you.”

There’s a moment of silence, the only sound is your feet running back over the mulch, and the creaking hinges of the old swing set above you.

“How often do you do this?”

“What, come here?”

“Yes. That, and want to be alone.”

“I come here every so often.”

The chain becomes cold again, losing the warmth that you once held on to. Instead, a shiver ran straight down your spine, but your shoulders shake out the feeling in place.

“Wanting to be alone, that’s…that’s whenever I need to be.”

You sniffle.

“This is my first time being out here with you.”

When you look up, he’s looking straight ahead, gloved hands back holding the chains on either side of him, swinging in place just ever-so-slightly.

“Yeah. Usually you wait for me at the end of the street.”

“I thought maybe this time, you needed more than just someone to walk you home.”

Your eyes blink, once, then twice, pleading with the tears to stop.

“I didn’t mean to hide from you.”

The back of your hand smacks against your cheek as you furiously wipe away tears, silently begging Gilbert to just leave you be. You hated for him to see you in such a state, let alone a mess of tears.

“Don’t cry, y/n.”

As always, it makes you cry harder, now resorting to jumping off the swing and facing away from him. You stand just at the edge of the wooden box, right where the mulch ends and the grass begins.

“I just want to see you happy.”

Suddenly, he’s in front of you, a warmth returning to your cheeks as his hands now hold your cheeks, smushing them together slightly as his thumbs run along your temples.

“I am, I am!”

You insist, hands coming to grab at his arms, just so he stood at arms length.

“That’ll convince nobody. Whom are you trying to? Me, or yourself?”

Lafayette tries once more to hold you, and once more you push him away.

“You think it is easier to do it alone, when that is not true,”

You gulp for air, taking a step back, one that he matches with one forward. Back and forth you both go until you hit the swing with a gentle rattle, collapsing into the seat as Gilbert crouches down in front of you.

“Please, y/n. Let me help.”

He’s begging, pleading with you behind those blue eyes, and you watch as he doesn’t relent, even as your tears begin to cease.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay. I’ll let you help.”

There’s a full minute of pure silence, then the sky opens up and rain begins to pour in buckets full.

“I think it waited for you, y/n.”

“Waited for what?”

You warble, looking up at the sky miserably.

“Waited for you to finally accept that you cannot fight this alone.”

A knuckle runs along your rosy cheek.

“I couldn’t watch a moment longer. I wasn’t leaving until you let me in.”

You gently put your hand over his, feeling that warmth for a third time, yet, it settles right in your chest, alongside your heart.

“Thank you.”

You mouth, the sound of the rain drowning you out.

“Think nothing of it,”

#sul writes #turn marquis de lafayette #marquis de lafayette #turn lafayette #turn amc #turn washington's spies #turn: washington’s spies #Washington’s spies #lafayette #lafayette x reader #lafayette headcanons #lafayette imagine

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misssalvatore1904 · 7 months

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The Original Faery

Prologue - part 2

After the fire, a lawyer came to me and explained that Mikaelson manor - Finn’s old home - was left in my name at Lord Mikaelson’s request.

That’s where I found myself now, getting ready for my father’s funeral. Emma, my maid, had wrestled me into a black dress, and I couldn’t help but think that it was my funeral, with how suffocating this dress was.

It was almost time to go when there was a knock at the door.

“Would you like me to get that, Miss?”

“I think I’ll get it. It may be Benjamin Gilbert.”

“Jonathan Gilbert’s son?”

“That would be him.”

We conversed as we made our way to the door.

“Why would Mister Gilbert be here?” Emma asked sceptically.

“Apparently before the fire, he had asked father’s permission to court me.” I answered with a grimace, which made Emma giggle.

But when I opened the door it wasn’t Benjamin Gilbert but Damon Salvatore, my eldest brother. But that couldn’t be him. I saw father shoot him.

Damon grinned. “Miss me?” He asked. But I couldn’t reply, my brained fogged over and I could feel warm tears streaming down my face. He is alive. He is alive. I pulled him into a bone crushing hug as I sobbed.

“How are you alive?” I sniffle.

“That is a very long story.” Damon replies as he wipes the tears from my face. “ And I believe we have a funeral to get to.”

I gasp “I almost forgot!” I rush back into the house, slip on the pair of boots that went with the dress, and grabbed the black veil from my bed.

I returned to the front door to see Damon still standing in the same place. I tilted my head. “You could’ve come in.” I say as we leave for the cemetery.

“I need to be invited in.”

I roll my eyes at this. “Damon, you are far from a gentleman, and you are my brother, you don’t need to be invited in.” He smirks at the gentleman comment but huffs a sigh at the last bit of my statement.

“I’m a vampire.” He states plainly, making me stop in my tracks. For emphasis, after he made sure we were alone, he shows me his vampire face.

“Oh.” Is all I can manage through my shock. “I suppose that explains everything then. I assume Katherine’s blood turned you? Am I to also assume that Stefan is a vampire too?”

“You were always the smartest Salvatore.” Damon says with a chuckle.

“Is Stefan here then?” I begin to get excited. While I wasn’t as close to Stefan as I was to Damon, I had still grieved for him, and I still miss him.

Damon grimaces. “I’m sorry princess,” I smile at the nickname “Stefan… Isn’t himself right now, but he’s getting help and I’m sure he’ll visit as soon as he gets better.”

I deflate a bit, but we arrive at the cemetery so I can’t ask further questions. I place the veil over my face and we make our way sombrely over to the burial site, where a priest and a small crowd already wait.

As I sat through the funeral, I wanted you to know cry, not because I was sad, but because I felt like I had to. Funerals were for the living, and the people around me kept embracing me and saying “sorry for your loss”, when, I really didn’t lose anything…. Well nothing important anyway. And while that may seem strange, Giuseppe was never there in a fatherly way, more like a warden. Damon was the one who played catch with me, the one who started teaching me how to read, the one who was there to pick me up after I fell, and to kiss all the pain away. So while it may say on Giuseppe’s gravestone: “loving father”. He wasn’t my loving father.

Soon after Giuseppe Salvatore’s funeral, I left Mystic Falls with Damon.

There was rarely a time we were apart. Though we did go out seperate ways occasionally, we always found our way back to each other.

Damon and I never really knew how I stayed young throughout the decades. He never turned me, and neither did any other vampire, but somehow I stayed frozen in time after my 20th birthday.

That’s how we spent our eternity. At peace, until one gloomy April morning of the year 1993.

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A/n: sorry this chapter was so short (and took so long to write) but it was more of an intro into the next chapter.

Don’t be afraid to leave comments and feedback, I always embrace constructive criticism, it will help me grow as a writer😊

#The Original Faery #damon salvatore x sister!reader

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goldammerchen · 11 days

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WIPS List

Hi! I have a bunch of works in progress that I am more than happy to leave in an unfinished state, satisfied with that, which is, not ideal... For readers, I'm fine with that. I'm trying to trick my motivation by asking if there is interest in these wips, help!

"Warning": All of these fics have Gil (my fave, my muse, my pony), even when it isn't his POV—though in one of these he is sporadic and not blatantly there until [spoilers].

Actual warning: Some of these fics have heavy topics, the post should be marked for adults just in case. Also in this post I will mention yet not tag ships, muting them altogether could be useful.

Thank you! Hopefully some of these will be available for some fandom events in October (help, time is ticking, brain is broken and not even that is working as motivation).

Semi sorted by priority, subject to change. Actual final summaries might have less details, aka less spoilers.

A. Series, codenamed here as Potatocest Angst.

(1). Träumerei At death's door, Reinmar [HRE] fever dreams send him into the future. It goes from bad to worse when he gets trapped in a nightmarish loop, at portas the next great war...

(Crying over milk yet to be spilled.) (Sweet berries ready for two...)

(2). [Main fic, names the series too. Can't show it yet] Modern era. Something is not right. Rain drops are floating in the air, stars trails are visible behind their movement, until the astro rey king of the sky hides them. Something is definitely not right, and the only way to stop it, the only way for Gilbert to keep his mind, is to move away from his younger brother. Can he do it?

(3). [Also spoilery title sorry] Consequences from the previous fic, people aren't happy with Ludwig, things spiral faster than he is able to manage, secrets he keeps since his birth might be revealed.

BTW

“You brought me to this world; you cannot leave me (I won’t let you)” is so central to GerPru…

B. Series, codenamed here as Cold Boot AU. Gil dies in 1947, a new personality is born.

Main fic (1) either to be named Kaspar's story or Neustart. Offshots:

(2). [Follow the springs/streams] Gilbert is back on the void, his refuge nowhere to be seen. This time he surrounded by strange springs; what else he can do but follow? He will find a surprise... (*coughs* someone!)

(3). [???, something something final goodbyes] Moscow, Ivan's place. Erzsébet convinces Fabian (Rom) to try to contact Gilbert, whenever he is, if he is somewhere. Candles on hand, Kaspar's room gets full of people. The pair is joined by a curious a [Bul] (that also rather not leave Fabian alone), by Feliks who's there to morally support Erzsi (otherwise he wouldn't want to be there), and by Tolys, who's there to morally support Feliks. Gilbert is somewhere; the following day Raivis says too much as Kaspar learns something happened last night. Fights with Fabian, Olga intervenes.

And more Gil+Kaspar oneshots :D! Talking about oneshots, and about killing Gil... (I have fics where that doesn't happen I promise).

Ghost WIP 1: Bis wir uns wiederseh’n / bis ich dich wiedersehe (HELP) 20XX, the person who was the representative of Pru/ssia and GD/R has finally met their demise, after years of simply living as a retired country. Years later, during the next century, he appears uninvited in the dreams of some old friends (and not so friends). Arthur, with the help of Rhys, invoke Gilbert for questioning. Or, Gil dying from illness (like my fic Inevitable), and an analysis of Art and Gil's friendship.

Ghost WIP 2: [Never came -back- home] The 90s, a Saturday morning, while Ludwig waits for his brother Gilbert he instead get a terrible call. Or a fic where Gilbert is murdered in a park in BerIin, that he will never leave, unless people forget about his story and death. [Heta Ghost Meta!] Friends and fam at first are afraid of meeting Gil, people will need to get used to the Ghost, the Ghost needs to get used to being one.

[I like the comics with Grandpa R/ome and Ger/mania visiting Earth (funny, cute, bittersweet); oneshots like that happening way in the future, with Gil and maybe others too]

More fics where bad things happen to Gil—Oops, one of these still involves his momentary death...

Something with this below, soon. Counts as bad things happen to Gil.

Obsessed since yesterday about Ludwig being like “I am everything you wanted me to be, except being [insert HRE’s name]” to a freaked out Gilbert. 🥰🥰🥰

[Solitary confinement since post-war to the 90s] While the Soviets are transferring his prisoner to the East Germans, strangers ambush them and steal Gilbert (once this is admitted after decades, nobody in the West believes the story of course). He is only found after the Reunification. Because the solitary confinement effects, he will never be the same anymore. Ashamed of who he has become, overwhelmed by all the changes, he will have to adapt and continue... Immortality isn't revoked, ancients are— (*coughs* fire punch)

[Next part for Der jäger, a CNC WW1 fic] His current lover actually manages to find a place and time for alone time, when Gil has some of guts hanging out of him. His face is thankfully in one piece though. While gone, Gil remember his mercenary lover from when he was a knight, and also remember the aftermath of his encounter with the jäger...

Now, continuation of existing fics:

Playmate next chapter, Tolys finds Gilbert before Feliks gets him out (and out the pony gear) (Gilbert feels like wanting to die). As soon as Gilbert gets on his clothes he leaves, through a window. That night, Tolys and Feliks have a married couple fight, and the former learns that their subject was supposed to only go back to the monastery with a letter saying he was an useful subject/fief to his lords. They go to the monastery the next day.

[PolPruHun to PolPru] After a fun day (and night :)), Erzsi leaves the boys for working reasons, meanwhile, being retired, Gil can stay while Feliks gets to work at home. Instead of working they try something fun... It doesn't work. Besides questioning if they are only still friends because of Erzsi, they talk about their relationship over the centuries; turns out both remember things very differently.

Optional Sequel to Klavier Using fever dreams again, Gil meets Zofia, Erzsebet, and Roderich again. Also remembers his marriage with Zofia and her illness. Ludwig comes back, not alone.

Previous fic to Fool's blood, FraPru/PruFra hate sex, post Fra/nco-Pruss/ian war.

Surprise, this is actually a series:

(1). Continuing/Finishing Hate me a little and come back to me Kinktober fic, two horny people playing games until feelings get hurt, actually the first part of a series.

(2). [Post 90s] Gilbert expresses himself better through writing, in fact saying too much while chatting. Worried, Erzsi goes to see him after he stops texting. Analysis of how both see and deal with romance.

(3). [Kinky fic again] Erzsi and Gil decide to share Rod, even sign a fake treaty. They dinner with him at his home, and he plays a uno reverse card on them.

(4). [He who laughs last] In a hurry, someone tries to leave the bed before the sun before sunrise. Frying Pangle fight.

(5). [???] Ludwig: Isn't this everything you wanted?

Finishing (I saw this in a dream), Alfred talks with an evil scientist, Rakesh talks with Zombie!Gilbert. Relates overlap, the future looks grim. Roderich is found by others.

Finishing The Trickster. Are the nation-people actually gone? And what happened to Gilbert after. Not sure if OC First Person POV or if switching to Gil.

Finishing Thanatos, last two chapter. Rode survives and joins the polycule. Next ideas: a prequel where the story about Gil almost murdering Tolys is retold from Feliks' perspective; The next clutch of eggs [Eros], multiple fathers, and also flashback to the first clutch. Tag for the fic: Myth AU Fic.

Insane list of smut fics wips. Here ones that might not be there: Gilbert says Erzsi doesn't trust in him, she shows him he trusts in him by having sex with him while her arms are tied up... Aside that, pretty vanilla (getting horny other the other being horny); PruAus after sex at Rode's house, his phone of the first floor begins ringing--this before brick cellphones exist. Gil installs a new one of the second floor, maybe more sex; one I know I have mentioned before, Rode and Erzsi visit Lud and Gil's house while Lud isn't there, Gil is like "you only come here for work, not for me..." They show him his wrong—and fall asleep, forgetting to shower before Lud arrives.

Other oneshots:

Evil sex pollen ItaGerPru (x) A more fucked up scarecrow exposes a gas to nation-people and politicians. Gilbert will do anything to help his afflicted younger brother, even if it brings up his trauma, and even if Feli opens a pandora box.

WIP named "von sdffsdd" until I find a surname that convinces me, or I just leave things vague. (x) XIX: Young Ludwig makes someone of a higher angry, goes tell Gilbert his version before someone else does, and asks what to do. Gilbert goes to fix things himself... Ludwig doesn't feel right about whatever happened, decides to find out what happened, against his brother's order (lost of innocence). Someone used to people abusing their authority until it involves someone he cares about. Tries to protect Ludwig from this.

AU where Gil actually manages to retire in 1947, living as a normal human (Bran becomes the GD/R). Normal is a stretch, govt pressures him to pressure Bran, and other nation-people harass him. //Post.

Another AU where he leaves Lud house in the 90s and cuts contact with everybody. Fics begins when nation-people force him to reconnect. //Post.

Postwall fics (canon-compliant-ish unlike the others). Planned since many years, writing a series would be easier than a fic with chapters.

Oleander, human AU RusLiet. I'm afraid that Gil is here too, in prison. Not in prison: Feliks, Ludwig.

Cardverse PruHun! The jokers are shapeshifter dragons-devils, and more than that. (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)

Shapeshifters/Hybrids AU. Nation-people are magical and less tied to bosses.

Binary [Code] Life After Death, or something like that. Scifi+Gender. Post 1 + Post 2.

This is long enough, let's get to the crossovers--will leave one vague.

(1) The way home (War is Over) An A/merican soldier begins his journey back home, after learning the war ended, four years ago, from the mouth of a sick looking blonde Pole, who threatens him despite of his looks. Going west, the soldier is captured by a recently allowed more freedom former N/azi Ge/rmany soldier, one with red-ish eyes. Mr. Pru/ssia wants to learn how the fuck the Ame/rican was never captured or killed, before deciding what to do with him. Note, this world is crazier to our world and that Heta, forcing me—well not really is fun—to write soft alternative history.

(2) Decades later, somewhere in Ba/varia. A town was evacuated thanks to an AustraIian company bringing a robot invasion. A couple of governments are interested in the technology used by the mercenaries defending the company.

(3+) Fights, Interrogation, secret about souls (Vivisection), forced to ally, traveling to Australia to stop blood sucking robots?

Codename: Chainsaw x Heta, something something about bridges supposed to stay burned... After the great war, conflicts [actually] stopped, governments and people focusing on fighting devils. The state of Prus/sia is divided in smaller states, and after living for centuries in BerIin, Gilbert is sent to Königs/berg. He is not happy about it—in fact, he hits rock bottom, hurting his ability to fight devils. Things only get worse after the Priest Devil attack several cities of Eur/ope, including his city. His neighbors, his former enemies, take pity on his, because otherwise why they would go there?

First chapter begins with youngster finding him so dead he is unrecognizable... ("hey, I injured the devil!" "you were drunk, again!")

Heta x N/GE

The end of Evangelion, Gil seeing the first children (Rei) and also ghost of people killed by him.

Different one, during the rebuilds. Ludwig, living alone because Gilbert didn't survive the disasters after the second impact. NE/RV asks for weekly samples from him. In those days he often sees Asu/ka.

Part of the previous one, Alfred suspects [correctly] about N/ERV and the UN/SeeIe. Gets Ludwig and Kiku in trouble.

#fanfic tag 🪶#hws prussia #hws germany #hws holy roman empire #hetalia fanfiction #killed gil. again #sr. tnddr #fic wips

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